The wife's ass

Shit, even on Sundays now must go
Office.
Okay that children are grandparents and I have a better
free morning to myself. But you could bring the same children
grandmother and dedicate ourselves to something spicy. I remember that
Once in the shower. How wonderful to see her face full of Valentina
drops of water and semen. E 'was perhaps the only time that has been made
squirt in her mouth. Or when you're done taking pictures, my way
course: Bra, Thong and that body of transparent nylon. Then I
sent the photos to a web site as an amateur and I'm horny
crazy to read the comments from visitors: Your wife is a big pussy
write to meet three, I would suck my dick that troiona
your wife, etc. ....
Obviously today is dressed as a large output
figona. One time was in office and now in suit short skirt and thong.
Not that I mind but sometimes I wish that you did just fine for me
to make me horny and before going to bed together. Not only when it goes on
office.
If I complete that I got for christmas. Black Bustiers
with suspenders. A fairy tale. He wore only once. Great fucking and
then you are no longer seen. But where the heck have made? The thought is that
Underwear, drawers in the room and the urge to rummage
into his stuff. I know you do not, but ...
I begin to open drawers,
My hands slide underwear, bras, thongs, ... that I never
Having regard to ..., how much stuff intimate, porcelain, rummaging through his stuff gives me a
sense of the forbidden that makes me harden the chapel, here is a box, open it,
black stockings, the kind with the line behind, and with a rhinestone ankle
that bitch, even socks and then here it is, down at the bottom, it is more beautiful and
exciting as I remembered. He was so down that seemed hidden. E
if he had worn without me? There is something wrong with that? NO, but I
would piss off the same. The smell, I try to see if its smell is
there, what I'm doing dreary, and almost do not feel anything I'm disappointed.
I thought to find? The smell of a wet pussy horny that the
panties and then he placed in position? What an idiot.
Yet I still
think, to doubt. It 's true that Sunday overtime and good
that is not an obligation to go there, but because in loincloths? What a stupid example
are a male. Small and petty.
A flash in my head goes
Valentina, an image of Valentino. I see it while leaning against the
office desk you beat by two colleagues, maybe not so much
stalwart and beautiful or not so young. This particular excites me
why would a woman of her more slutty. Then imagine that
down on the floor, on all fours and takes one in her mouth and one in
sheep. In this whirlwind of thoughts, for no reason I can think of
Gianni.
Gianni was a dear friend, his high school classmate and boyfriend
lot of time with my sister. I say he was my friend, because you are not
behaved just like that.
I remember the morning when Valentina (not
was still my wife) told me what happened the night before.
Gianni
had returned from holiday leaving the house keys at the hotel where
staying. Parents would come back the next day and Valentina
(Indeed, the mother) offered him a job at John for the night.
We dined at all
Valentina's house and greeted her at midnight to go home.
Obviously I made a few jokes, told her not to give confidence to
Gianni, do not touch the pea and various nonsense. John was already there
in the afternoon and told me not to worry that much if it was already
Brush up after lunch. And down with silly laughter.
Valentina the morning after
was shaken, shaken. Do not take me long to realize that something was wrong.
He spoke ill of John, said that he could be trusted, which
would have swept the girl's brother. I incazzai! What was
happened? Valentina voleve tell me that? I insisted to know and she told me
that he had made strange speeches .... Then a long silence ... not
had only talked, but he had kissed her. But not only that he had only kissed ...
had also touched. I started screaming, pissed off like an animal
I said I wanted to go find it right away but I pulled up and asked Valentina
to do nothing. After all he loved me and was just a moment.
I then had to swear not to talk anymore.
It was not easy and after a few
day I called. "I know you already know everything," he said, "Yes .. if you are to me
friend now really want to hear your version, "I said fell on
a feeling of friendship which I do not give a shit more. "I do not know
that came over me, "he said" the parents were asleep, I got up from the couch
living room and went to her, I approached and we kissed, then
we did it, I'm sorry. "What a stab! I told him I did not want to
see him and it was. Then I thought of Valerie. I had lied, had
fucked and she was limited to say a little 'petting. How does it sound
different, "he kissed me" with "we kissed." I ran to her and found her in
tears. He said that what he had done was something
mechanical, physical, and aided by the unwanted drowsiness. He asked me to
forgive and forget. I did. In the end we were together for a few months.
From there, after four years of happy engagement, without doubts and jealousies, there
married. The dream of a lifetime!
Today, the wound does not burn anymore.
No. .. not that.

(Continued)

MY HUSBAND

Dear computer, today,
despite being Sunday, I am in office. I'm here to do some 'of
something extraordinary and raise payroll. I saw my face
husband when I was getting dressed this morning. He wanted to take me and fuck me,
about to mark their territory. I wonder what he thinks now, maybe I am
by enjoying some nice links as a cow. Yet I'm here alone
speaking to a computer! Sure, there are all my colleagues and I have already
heard their jokes, "you saw the Vale today?, has a bigger ass
than usual, "said the goalkeeper to George in a loud voice, for sure
hoping that I felt. I then stepped up the pace and still sculettato
more. Their eyes were almost palpable! Seemed to want to raise the
my miniskirt and rummaging below! That cool!
Yesterday I was talking to my ex,
Luke, I told you how we have never managed to have a relationship
anal.
We are now in confidence and I realized how much I like
writing about sex.
I might as well tell you my first time (in the ass
I mean :-))
So ... Once upon a time ...
no, not fables. Let
you talk about John. It was a good friend of my husband, until one night, after
need to have it hosted, I do not find myself in bed. Was
All day he was at my house and although there were my
parents, almost always talked about sex. I told him about a talking
couple of my summer escapades, as when, for example, in a holiday
my friend we made acquaintance with two guys and how my friend does not
lost no time in our house decided to invite them to fuck off
cheerfully. I never betrayed Sandro before, but while Ross fucking
in his room with that guy, I could not stay dry. I
assentai for a quick shower and I turned out like that, not
even remember the name, I opened the robe and let myself go. The
sex was not anything special except that the genre "quickie
with whore "was something that made me hurl.
He was a kind
"Lifeguard Balestra, probably had never read a book to life
his, but he knew how to use well. I picked it up quickly and I fucked her
Cum mouth. Something like that, spontaneously and without entanglements.
I saw that my stories were horny but it never came to Gianni
what would have happened on the night.
It must have been at least 2 when I
I had just fallen asleep. Half asleep I started to feel something
I touched, which went under the sheet and I touched her thighs. Was
summer and slept with a baby doll and without panties. I woke up
and suddenly I was the hand of John that I taped over your mouth. "Hush,
quiet and good, I understood that you know you wanted to taste my cock, and now
I'll take it all or do you prefer to tell which of your Sandro
avventurette a whore in heat? ". I was shaking like a leaf while
the other hand touched me with force and brutality. I jumped on holding on
Always my mouth shut. He lowered his pants and pulled out his cock beginning
to menarselo. "Now I leave my mouth, but if you wake up screaming and your will
cocks. "I did mention that he understood. She removed her hand from her mouth to feel me
Tit. "Um, Sandy was right, you're a nice sorchetta" The
I said it was a pig, a pig bastard, but he laughed and continued to
touch me. "So you like, listen here, you're all wet." He was right the
asshole. I hated him deeply but I was almost exciting. He finished
take off your panties and put it inside me. She went in without any friction. There
I had a large and soggy. I was doing behind a stupid fuck
blackmail. And I liked it. He came almost immediately and thank goodness that already took the
pill. "So, did you like this huge rod?", "Go away, go away
now! ".
He went away leaving me grinning and full of his cum.
In silence, alone, I waited a few minutes and began to touch me. About Me
hand is wet with sperm from the pig that I had just come
inside. Enjoyed as never before, and while I enjoyed his fingers tasted
semen, honed my fingers, picked it up with the tip of the tongue, and
I kept sditalinarmi the trigger. I'll be coming at least three occasions.
The
Next morning I was a shit. I wanted to see Sandra and tell him of his
bell'amico. I had to be careful, I did not want to lose him but even that
Gianni get away.
After having spoken without the courage
to tell him all the way down, he called John. I was terrified, I thought
who told him that pork all that I had told him. But
Fortunately Gianni stammered an apology and chose to disappear, confirming the
that was a great coward.
There are times when a woman does crazy things,
against his being, and when you put something in his head No one can do
change your mind. It was at this point that the slut in me wanted to go out and
take a ride.
Basically yes Gianni was an asshole, but he also had a
bat pretty good and the ice was already broken.
I decided to give a farewell and
forgive him for the stunt.
Phone: "Hello John, That is, I knew that
have you talked to Sandra ... Of course he's pissed off, what did you ...? is not
my fault, not you feel stupid ... let's talk a moment, I'll be with you in
a Oretta ... do not worry, your friend will be just left there
let's chat, .... Yes hello, see you later "
I got ready quickly.
I had a pair of stockings, a clear micro, were comfortable with the body
white lace. Then a light skirt, sweater and shoes chicks
neckline. It would have been only for this time.
Citofonai already excited. I
waiting at the door. I whispered, "Hello, were you just a bitch"
I asked him why was speaking so softly. "I'm still with Leonardo, he was
going on. "
"Nice, Leonardo." He showed him a piece of fig-like
I had never seen. Beautiful, beautiful like the sun. Moro, blue eyes,
T-shirt a bit 'of boron, black spruce, with a chest to cry.
"You have to
be Valentina, Gianni I was just talking about you. "John looked
between the question and pissed off.
"Yes she is," said Hans aloud,
"It 's the first one that has sex and then, sorry, all the drafts on
boy. "A burst of anger took me instantly, I go to
Gianni angry but I took her arm: "Stop, I was only
telling about how you horny. From stay with us, maybe play a
bit '. "How was jerk! But the word game, so innocent and childlike,
pronounced like that, do challenge took me in an instant thoughts
unspeakable.
My dear diary, I know now that this file ends in
basket because what I am about to tell is probably the most nasty and
perverse that I've ever done.
John turned to me and kissed me deeply,
with any language that I could kiss that I returned to him,
tight as to make him feel my tits. I began to lead a
with bowl of hard to hear anything that was not long at all. He
accompanied my pelvis grabbing the buttocks with his hands, then I
accompanied her to the couch. I sat down and continuing to kiss him if the friend
sat down. I was in half when Leonardo, this attizzante
Unknown began to massage her tits. Fuck was I doing? With two
men, soaked to capacity, spread my legs to touch me. Those
massage pussy, tits and ass sent me to heaven and lasted a lifetime.
I stretched my hands to look for members of those two. Loosing frantically
their draw to get them out. Double masturbation, double fuck, double
lust. His mouth went from one language to another while those smanacciavo
sticks of meat. I was possessed.
Leonardo made me turn and as he did
I took off my skirt (finally). I unzipped the body and put it dentro.Quasi
I did not feel as I was drenched. While I fucked like a Leonardo
bitch I felt his balls banging on my pussy and I was left with nothing to
do than to swallow the cock of Gianni. What fun!
"So you see
you're a slut, "I said hoarsely:" Yeah, that bitch, that cow and me
put it back in your mouth. "Tell him also that your boyfriend?", "No, no,
but go on, please. "approaches orgasm when Leonardo said
"I also sucks now." I felt senses fail, I recovered immediately, I
I turned and gave the change at that frenetic pace. Leonardo's cock
knew of my pussy and now I wanted to go splashing in the mouth. But Gianni
I was fucking doggy style as I wanted, but he began to lick
Job insalivated the little hole for good. He stuck a finger, then two. Then
I put it in her pussy and continued to widen the anus with your fingers. "That's cool,
I feel my cock that fucks you. "
It seemed to take two
simultaneously pussy and ass. It was at that moment that I turned
the miracle: Gianni took it dripping from my pussy and slipped it
straight in the ass. He entered at once, without effort, almost softly.
"You also see his ass broke! What Puttanona that has taken my friend!"
I could tell who was the first time but I was at the game: "Yes it is ..
everything off, it's all yours, push push, you make me feel like a bum
bitch! "I was beside myself and actually felt that I had always
taken in the back. Gianni left. Nah, I thought. But with a gesture I
Leonardo for a long lie down on the couch and climbed over a.. as
say ?.... smorzacandela! He began to ride me and Gianni has read in
thought to make even the bottom of the ass. This second input I
It hurt but from this point on the memories, the first such clear and
defined, are confused and unfocused. All I remember is a unique feeling,
be fucked by two cocks together, a double penetration as you can see
only in the movies. Then a hot sketch on the back. I also enjoyed
Gianni while at the same time also the stallion that I had in Pussy
began to pulse until everything felt warmer. I slumped on Leonardo
and said in a faint voice: "Nice to know ya 'burst out
laugh and after a few minutes I got up sore and dripping.
There
clothed without speaking but smiling and satisfied. I wonder who was that
"Leo" and if I would ever see.
Fasten the top button of my
fru-fru sweater I gave her a kiss on both: "Hello guys, it was
very nice, Hello John, I do not know if we'll meet again. "He nodded and walked me
the door.
Since then I got happy and peaceful marriage and the
first child.
If my husband came to know of this story if you do not know
horny like a horse or I would leave instantly.
Maybe with him
I still can not let go as sometimes I would. Maybe I do not want
let me know that he (and after what I told God forbid).
But I do sharer of my thoughts and my fantasies, it would
the most exciting thing in the world do some pork with him!
Maybe
one day ...

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"Mr. Sanders. My name is Max McCarthy. I'm head of recruiting here at our western region and I'd like to meet with you to discuss a business proposal."



Dave had heard of the Agency and it had all been favorable.



"I'm sorry, but I've already committed myself to Trayback and Northrup."



"Did you sign a contract?"



"No, sir... but my word is good."



"Then I would urge you to at least meet with me."



"Well, I must admit I'm a bit curious as to why me when there are others more qualified."



"All the more reason to meet with me."



"Okay, Mr. McCarthy. I'll meet... but I must warn you. I have no intentions of changing my mind."



"That's fine, Mr. Sanders. Would nine o'clock tomorrow morning be alright with you?"



"Sure."



"Then I'll have a limousine pick you up in front of your apartment at 8:30 tomorrow morning."



"Alright then," Dave replied before ending the call.



A limo?! Dave thought with excitement. Just how much money would the Agency throw at him?! Trayback and Northrup had already offered $200,000... Would the Agency go higher?





II.



Gina Templeton felt exhausted. She had just finished her two week notice at Hamilton & Son and had a week off before starting her new position. She fumed at how Hamilton & Son wasted her talent as they had her do research on a case file five years old. When Gina entered her apartment and turned her light on, someone grabbed her arm and pierced her skin with a needle.



"Owwwwwww," she responded and whoever it was that grabbed her, let her go. "What the hell is going on?!" she demanded with anger as she glared at two well dressed men standing in her kitchen... and it was about then when she felt the dizziness.



"What... what did you do to me?" she asked as she grabbed a chair in front of her.



"Look, lady, I'm told the feeling is rather pleasant if you don't fight it," one of the men said and Gina would have fallen if the other man hadn't caught her.



Then the next thing she knew, she was being picked up and carried into the living room and placed carefully on the couch. Gina could hear what the men said and see them when they came into her line of vision, but she couldn't talk nor move.



"Yes, sir. Ms. Templeton is under this very second," she heard one of the men tell someone. She figured he was talking on a cell phone.



Gina thought she should have been frightened, but the emotion simply didn't surface. Then one of the men picked her up and carried her towards her bedroom and she thought to herself that they were going to rape her... but even that didn't seem to frighten her.



The man gently placed Gina down on her bed and began stripping her. Seconds later, she was down to her bra and bikini panties. Then the man unsnapped her bra, exposing her rather large breasts. She blushed as she saw the men gawk at them.



"You sure are beautiful," one of the men commented, and Gina turned beet red with embarrassment.



"You're going to make some guy real happy," the same man told her and she wondered what he meant by it.



What are you going to do to me? she wanted to ask them.



Gina then felt herself being shifted onto her front which caused her to wince in pain. Her breasts were too large to be on her stomach. Then she positioned her on her knees whereas it took the weight off her breasts and then secured her wrists and ankles to the corners of the bed frame.



They see all of me, she realized with acute embarrassment, and this caused her to groan. Then she was further embarrassed when she felt how wet she was becoming and wondered why something like this would excite her.



"Don't feel too embarrassed," one of the men chuckled, adding, "You'd be surprised at how many girls react the same way you do when you're placed in this position."



"Yeah, the Doc says it has to do with that natural submissiveness females feel sexually," the other man stated.





III.



Tom Cyr smiled as he gazed down at the lovely young lawyer. She was stunningly beautiful... and absolute knockout. This Dave Sanders fellow was really in for quite a treat. Tom scanned over Ms. Templeton's case file and saw where Sanders had dated the girl for a few months nearly four years ago... but their paths hadn't crossed since. They had met in one of their law classes and Ms. Templeton broke off their relationship when she felt Sanders became too controlling. How ironic, he thought with a chuckle.



Tom opened up his briefcase which contained three syringes. Each of them possessed a micro computer chip that would alter the way Ms. Templeton viewed life. Tom smiled at how far the Agency had come over the past decade, remembering at one time how it took seven syringes. Quickly, but most proficiently, Tom inserted the chips into the girl. These chips acted as both receiver and transmitter, and now that they were inserted into the girl's lower back, the girl's g-spot, and the girl's brain... she was ready for conditioning. Tom opened up his laptop and punched in the combination key to check the girl's current profile.



Name: Gina Marie Templeton

Age: 27

Height: 5'5"

Weight: 126 lbs

Measurements: 36-23-34

Breast Size: D cup

Hair: Dark Brown

Eyes: Dark Brown

Complexion: Dark features.



Tom ran a program and waited patiently for the numbers to fill.



IQ: 122

Passiveness: 1.4 of 10.

Aggressiveness: 7.9 of 10.

Sexuality: 5.1 of 10.

Inhibitions: 8.6 of 10.

Attraction Level to Males with appealing looks: 7.2 of 10.

Attraction Level to Females with appealing looks: 0.8 of 10.

Attraction to David Sanders: 6.1 of 10.



Tom pressed the edit button and began typing.



IQ: 122

Passiveness: 8.0 of 10.0

Aggressiveness: 1.0 of 10.0

Sexuality: 10.0 of 10.0

Inhibitions: 5.0 of 10.0

Attraction Level to Males with appealing looks: 0.0 of 10.0

Compliance to Agency's management: 10.0 of 10.0

Attraction Level to attractive females under key word association: 10.0 of 10.0

Attraction Level to attractive females while not under key word association: 5.0 of 10.0

Key Words in exact sequence: Gina Marie Honey

Perpetual Attraction Level to David Sanders specifically: 10.0 of 10.0



Tom reread the changes and then ran the program again, and then smiled. Gina would wake up with brand new desires but she would still need to read her prescribed books in order for her conditioning to be complete.





IV.



Gina opened her eyes with a smile. Then she remembered and turned beet red as she bolted upright in her bed. She turned and saw a different man, and like the others, he was well dressed.



"How do you feel?" the man asked her.



"What happened to me?" she asked, hating the fact that she was still naked.



The man pulled out his wallet and showed her his identification. She read where the man was from the Agency. *So what?* she wondered.



"Now, answer my question," the man told her.



"I... I feel horny," she stammered, shocked at her disclosure which caused her to turn red.



"Yes, you might as well get used to that."



"Why?" Gina asked, not understanding.



"Come out to the living room with me," the man commanded, prompting Gina to get off the bed and follow the man to her living room. She felt relieved to see that the other men had gone.



"My name is Doctor Cyr and it's important you do as I say."



"Yes, sir," she replied, automatically, and again this caused her to blush.



"Sit on your couch."



Gina did as she was told and it was then she saw the book.



Standard Rules of an Agency Girl



"Read it thoroughly and then get some sleep. Tomorrow morning at 7:30 a limousine will pick you up."



"Yes, sir," she responded and without hesitating, she opened the book abd began to read. She didn't even notice the man leaving.



Was this for real?! A woman must always act and feel female... A woman is no longer allowed to wear slacks or jeans unless granted permission... A woman must always wear feminine clothing to enhance her attractiveness.*





V.



Dave smiled when he saw that the limo driver was a gorgeous dark haired beauty with an incredible pair of tits... and then was blown away when yet another beautiful girl, this one a blonde, came out to meet him outside the Agency building. The girl introduced herself as Tracy, Mr. McCarthy's personal assistant, and she led the way.



Dave found himself totally captivated with the girl and wondered if she were still in her teens. Then as he was led through the administrative area, he saw that the entire staff was made up of beauty.



"So nice to meet you, Mr. Sanders," Mr. McCarthy greeted him with a firm handshake.



"Likewise, Mr. McCarthy," Dave replied with a smile.



Mr. McCarthy then turned to Tracy. "Go retrieve Ms. Templeton and have her wait outside my office."



"Yes, sir," Tracy replied in a professional demeanor.



"Please, Mr. Sanders. Take a seat," Mr. McCarthy encouraged, gesturing.



"Thank you, sir," Dave replied, "And I must say... you have quite an attractive place here."



"Ah yes, Mr. Sanders. One of our prerequisites," Mr. McCarthy replied, chuckling.



"I must admit I'm intrigued and you have my undivided attention."



"Then I'll get right to the point... I've been authorized to offer you a base salary at a half million dollars and an additional half million for an expense account."



Dave's eyes lit up, stunned. "I... I can't believe it."



"There's also a signing bonus," Mr. McCarthy added, and then he picked up his phone. "Tracy, please send Ms. Templeton in with the contract."



Moments later a beautiful young woman with long dark curly hair entered the office. In addition to her beauty, she wore a business suit that looked tight on her. What it did was emphasize her voluptuous curves. The woman carried some documents in her hand and placed them on Mr. McCarthy's desk.



"Gina!" Dave suddenly called out, recognizing her. Gina flinched before she turned to him and then her face lit up with shock before it turned into something else. "It's great to see you!" Dave added, smiling.



"Yes, sir," Gina replied as she turned red.



Dave turned back to Mr. McCarthy, confused.



"Gina Templeton is your signing bonus," Mr. McCarthy stated.



"Signing bonus...? I... I don't understand," Dave responded, even more confused.



"Gina is your personal secretary in addition to anything else you want her to be."



Dave paused a moment to try and decipher the words and then looked back at Gina, who stood there with downcast eyes.



"Miss Templeton?"



"Yes, sir," Gina replied to Mr. McCarthy in her most professional demeanor.



"You may go back to your reading."



"Yes, sir," Gina replied and then she smiled weakly at Dave before he turned and left. Dave couldn't help but steal one last glance at her before she departed.



"You'll have to excuse her behavior. We collected her last night so she is still undergoing a transitional phase in her conditioning."



"Collected her...? Conditioning?!"



"Are you ready to sign?"



"Yes, sir," Dave finally said and then picked up the pen. He signed without reading the contract.



"Welcome aboard, Dave!" Mr. McCarthy proclaimed with a huge smile on his face. "Please understand that you are now an employee of the most powerful organization on the planet."



"Yes, sir," Dave replied, nervously.



"For today, I'd like to become acclimated to your new surroundings. Your office has a doorway to your own personal bedroom and please note that Gina is not only your own personal secretary, but she's also your own personal slave. Feel free to make use of her charms whenever you wish and let me know if you ever find yourself tiring of her. It is a simple matter to redirect her desires elsewhere while you select yourself a new slave."



"Is Gina aware that she's been turned into a slave?" Dave asked, hesitantly.



"All the girls are aware... and Gina is no exception. The only thing she didn't know until seeing you was who her Master would be."



"Is Tracy your..."



"Yes... and just like Gina is programmed specifically to you, Tracy is programmed specifically to me."



Dave nodded in amazement.



"I'd also like you to appreciate the fact that this isn't easy on the girls. You'll find it'll be less stressful for them if you keep them busy and well fucked. I fuck Tracy in the morning, afternoon, and before I leave for the day in order to alleviate her constant desire for me. I also allow her to masturbate up to three times during the evening, which also helps to a certain degree. Lately, I've been contemplating giving her a female lover to slake her desires."



"Is Tracy bi?" Dave asked.



"At the moment, no... but if I choose to go that route, she will be."



"This is incredible!"



"Yes."



"But how is this possible?"



"Science has provided us a more advanced technology than you could ever imagine."



"I wouldn't mind more specifics," Dave responded with interest.



"Computer technology has allowed us the means of controlling the chemicals that dictate a girl's emotions, among other things. The bottom line is that through a specific combination of frequencies, we can trigger a girl's desires."



"This is more like science fiction."



"What we do is very real... and very permanent."



"You mean once you've turned a girl there is no turning back?!"



"We can redirect desires which allows us to transfer ownership... we can even add new desires to a girl whose already been conditioned, but we can't eliminate what has already been done."



"Amazing..."



"At the moment, Gina is reading a book on how to be an effective secretary. The words she reads become her new reality and as a result she becomes a very proficient secretary."



"What other books do you have?"



"Our library is pretty extensive and it continues to grow."



"Mind boggling."



"At the moment, Gina is benefiting from the standard package. This means she's only passive when you command it."



"Are you saying she can still resist me?"



"Not at all. She'll undoubtedly become angry but she can't disobey you... nor anyone else on the management team."



"Any time a person identifies themselves as management, they will show you their identification. Tracy will provide you your ID when we are done talking."



"The Gina I remember was always feisty. Has this changed?"



"No difference unless you reprimand her. She's your sub now and cannot disobey you. If you want her to walk around the office buck naked she'd do so. Her mind would recognize it as wrong and there would be some embarrassment, but she would do it because of her overpowering need to please you."



"She was extremely bright..."



"She still maintains her high IQ but now her intelligence is for your benefit."



"And she's attracted to me?"



"That would be an understatement. Gina's sexual desire for you activated the second she saw you. She's yours and only yours. She can't even get turned on with another guy. Right this second she's at her desk reading about her new role while fighting an intense need to be with you. You own her body and soul and although she hasn't been told this outright, she will gradually come to understand this."



"Are you saying I'm the only living person on this planet that she is capable of getting off with?"



"The only male. Part of her standard conditioning allows her to respond to other females."



"Did Tracy get the standard conditioning?"



"No. But that's because I handpicked her and specifically supervised her turning."



"So, Gina is bi now?"



"Only when she hears you specifically say the magic words."



"Huh?"



"It was quite easy to lift your voice-print from our phone call yesterday... so, when she hears you say the magic words, a latent lesbian desire surfaces. We include this in the standard package so Gina can enjoy those threesome you might want to indulge in and also to give yourself a break."



"Do you seriously think I'd tire of her?" Dave asked with amazement.



"Gina needs you to fuck her at least twice a day. If you go out of town and you can't take Gina with you... or you don't want to take her with you... then she'll need an outlet to satisfy those needs of hers. Triggering those lesbian desires will allow this outlet."



"This is all so incredible," Dave responded with a grin.



"Just say the words Gina Marie Honey and she'll instantly desire to have sex with other girls... use the same words to turn her desire off."



"How did I ever deserve this?"



"In due time... now, go enjoy Gina."





VI.



Gina sat at her new desk reading. Her desk was located outside David's office. At least I'm close to him she thought to herself and then blushed at pathetic she was being. She didn't understand what had been done to make her this way but she knew she was powerless to resist the strange desires coursing through her.



I'm going to be his fucking secretary she thought with dismay, and hated the fact that this thought made her wet with desire rather than angry. Intellectually, she knew he looked the same as he always did... but something had drastically changed. Now she saw David as the most gorgeous man on the earth.



David!



"Sir!" she cried out enthusiastically.



"Hi there Gina," David responded with a huge smile on his handsome face. Never did she think that sexual desire could be so powerful.



"Are you almost done your reading?"



"Yes, sir... just a few more pages," she replied, gazing up at him like he was a god.



"When you're done, come see me," he told her and then disappeared into his office.



"Yes, sir," Gina whispered, stealing a glance of his butt. She knew that her intense need for David was artificial, but it was doing nothing to help her combat the feelings.



Gina forced herself to finish reading the book, knowing that the sooner she did so, the sooner she could go to him.





** ** ** **



"Whenever we're conducing professional business you are to address me as Mr. Sanders or sir."



"Yes, sir," Gina responded, professionally.



"Only when we're fucking or outside this office are you allowed to address me as Dave or David... and be your usual feisty self."



"Yes, sir," Gina whispered, unabashedly surprised.



"Go through that door over there and strip naked."



"Yes, sir," Gina replied and then rushed to comply.



Gina didn't even hesitate when she started to take off her clothes. The fact that David was about to rape her, on the huge circular king-sized bed in front of her, should have disturbed her... but instead she was so wet for him, her panties stuck to her sticky pussy.



"You're so beautiful," David commented upon seeing her.



Gina beamed back at David from the compliment. Part of her wished she had the strength to lash out at him while the other was so fucking desperate for him.



"Why don't you climb onto the bed and play with yourself while you watch me undress," David suggested.



Gina quickly stretched out on the bed and then spread her legs to allow David a full view of wetness. Then, beet red with embarrassment, she began to fingering herself with her right hand while her left played with her enormous breasts. She could tell from the way David was staring at her that he wanted her almost as much as she needed him. Gina worked her fingers harder as she desperately tried to cum... and then she blushed when she remembered that she could finger-fuck herself forever and not climax because she needed David's permission first.



Gina gasped when David stripped off his underwear, exposing his beautiful cock. Never before had she seem a more beautiful thing in all her life.



Then David climbed on top of the bed and moved between her legs. The anticipation was killing her! Then Gina cried out when David thrust into her, a second before she exploded to an orgasm.



David continued to hammer in and out of her pussy like a jackhammer, eliciting one orgasm after another. Gina whimpered and groaned with the overload of endorphins while David continued to fuck her. It didn't stop until David spent himself in Gina's hungry pussy.



David slid out of Gina's pussy and got up off the bed. At first, Gina was too exhausted to move, but then she felt her hunger again and needed him again.



"I... I need you again. I need you inside of me again," she whispered, stunned at how much she needed him.



"Get me hard again and you can have me again," David told her, and this prompted Gina off the bed and on her knees before him. Without the slightest hesitation, Gina took David into her mouth and began sucking on him.



"You're good at this," David commented with a smile.



Gina blushed from the compliment, knowing what that might insinuate. But it didn't stop her from using her tongue to take in every delicious taste of him. Soon afterwards, David was hard again.



"Get up and bend over the bed," David commanded.



Gina quickly moved up off her knees and tried to anticipate the exact position David wanted her to be in.



"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she groaned as David filled her.





VII.



David Sanders sat at his desk with a smile. He had sent Gina home for the day and told her he'd call her later tonight. He also told her to stay inside her apartment because he might want to drop in on her unannounced.



David picked up an interoffice memo from his basket and read it.



Mr. Sanders: We understand you may want more of a personal staff in addition to Gina, so please shop around and be selective. You still might want a maid, a cook, a girl friend, etc. Just let us know who they are and we'll take care of the rest.



David shook his head with utter amazement. Despite Gina giving him the best fuck of his life... times three... he could feel himself getting hard again. The fact that he could have any girl he chose was absolutely incredible. The women were his for the taking. All he had to do was give The Agency the girl's name and she'd be waiting for him at his doorstep. David glanced at the time and saw that it was past 5:00 p.m. A couple of girls were still working and he waved goodbye to them as he closed his office door. They responded in a professional manner underlined with subservience and he continued to find this all so incredible.

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Kimberly was waiting in a nightgown when he came out of
the master bath. Before letting her by to have her own shower,
he hugged her. "Happy anniversary, darling," he said.


"Happy anniversary, John."


He held a bottom cheek in each hand and squeezed gently while
they kissed. She often complained of secretarial spread. A
supportive husband, he applauded each attempt at reduction.
(Actually, he enjoyed watching some of the exercises.) Still, he
thought, she needn't bother; he loved the softness of her
bottom.


- = -


She felt John's hands on her butt and his firmness against her
body. "Des is still here," she warned. Saturday morning or not,
fourteenth anniversary or not, they had to see their daughter off
to day camp before they began that sort of anniversary
celebration.


"Mom, come quick," Des called as if on cue. John shrugged
into his robe.


"Second, darling," she called and reached for her own.


Des was in her room watching her fish tank. That had been the
major gift for her thirteenth birthday. They'd had their doubts,
but it was quite a success. Where they had feared that she would
only feed the betta for maybe five days, five months later she
was still providing all the care. Indeed, Des knew more about
fish care by this time than either of her parents.


She knew more about fish in general, too. But she lacked her
mother's empathy -- Kim hoped -- for this particular situation.
The male was wrapped around the new female. Suddenly two tiny
things emerged from the female. The male dived after them and
captured them in his mouth.


"Mom," said Des, "he's eating them."


"No, darling, watch!" The fish swam up to a bunch of bubbles
above him. He spat the eggs into the bubbles. That's one reason
they had chosen to let her have the second betta. Des had begun
her cycle a few months previously. Let her start learning about
the birds and the bees with fish. "You could hardly expect him
to hold his babies in his arms, could you? The fish use their
mouths to hold things." Still, when he wrapped himself around
his mate, he didn't look like he was being tender. Non-human
things didn't have the sensitivity that John had shown. More
than she'd wanted really.


They'd had a small reception after the ceremony. The
families had managed to be quite friendly, really. Her
sister, never friendly, having declined the invitation.
Some of them had kept some rice, though, until the end
of the reception; she and John were laughing and
shedding rice all the way up the stairs to their new
apartment. She combed her fingers through her hair in
the doorway. He kissed her when the door was safely
closed. It wasn't his first kiss of the evening, that
had been the end of the ceremony; and clinking of
glasses had called for many more during the reception.
Still, this one lasted even longer, and his tongue
probed instead of just visiting the tip of hers.


When he stepped back, the bed seemed to dominate the
room. They'd already tried it out, but this time
everybody knew. (Not that it had been a particularly
well-kept secret; Des had spoiled that.) She looked
away from it into his face.


"Oh, Kim," he said. He kissed her again. When they
separated, she ducked into the bathroom. Once she'd
used the facilities, she came face to face with a
decision. They were going to sleep naked, they'd
discussed that. Should she walk out undressed? She
decided against that, but did remove her pantyhose
instead of pulling them up. After a moment, she took
off her panties as well. She pulled her skirt back on.
How often had John seen her in a skirt? Not many times.
There was nowhere to put the underclothes. She walked
out with them in her hand.


John greeted her with another kiss. This time his hands
went to the buttons on her blouse. When he was done
with those, she broke to put it on a hanger and her
underclothes over a chair. He moved behind her to get
the bra snaps. He kissed the back of her head while
smoothing his hands over her sides and up to her
breasts.


"Not fair," she said, and started on his clothes. When
he was down to underpants, he unsnapped her skirt. He
bent over to lower it gently so she could step out of
it. Probably, he was as aware as she was that it would
be years before they'd be able to afford to replace
clothes of this quality.


"Oh Darling!" he said when her mound came into sight.
He couldn't have avoided noticing her underpants in her
hand and on the back of the chair. Still, he was
reacting nicely.


He kissed her there, kissed her again on the belly.
Then he rose to kiss her full on the lips. He turned
back the bed linens, and she climbed in.


"Do you think it shows?" she asked.


"No. Not when you're dressed. I have to look when
you're like this, and -- anyway -- I know." He knew;
their families knew -- even her damned sister --
especially her disapproving sister. Probably their
friends knew. She didn't say any of that, though. He
kissed her belly, climbed in, and kissed it again.
"Sweetness," he said.


She tugged at the elastic of his underpants. He kissed
her breasts before pushing his underpants down and
throwing them on the floor. He went back to kissing her
belly, all around the slight bulge, then lower into her
hair, and then lower again.


"Oh John!" she said. She tugged on his arms and spread
her legs. Suddenly, she wanted him inside.


"Oh yes," he said. But he stayed down there. He kissed
her right on her lower lips and licked between them.


"I want you inside," she said. She did want him inside,
and wanted his weight on top of her.


When he moved up in the bed and kissed her while
hovering over her, she reached for him. Despite her
feelings of expertise by now, they'd both were rather
new at this. She placed him in just the right place,
and he moved inward slowly and gently. "Oh, Kim," he
said. Then he moved out and back almost all the way
in.


She wanted more, wanted him to fill her up. Well, he
had already filled her up, but she desired another
filling. Then he turned them mostly onto their sides.
She gripped him with her thighs. Soon his hand snuck
down between them. "Oh, Kim," he said again. And it
was Oh! It was lovely. And he drove into her and out of
her, and he caressed her at her most sensitive point
Then he kissed her softly at just the right time so that
she gasped into his mouth.


He followed a moment later, pulsing in her, filling her
again with his hot sperm.


Even at his most passionate moments, he'd been gentler than
the fish was. He'd been more protective of the baby. He'd
really been more protective than he'd needed to be. And, when
Des was being born, he'd sweated bullets. She'd never asked
whether he'd been worrying about Des or about her. Probably,
knowing her husband, about both.


- = -


He should see this, though. The fish was carrying the eggs in
his mouth. John would enjoy seeing another protective parent.


Des figured out that Pat and Mike were doing it. She wished
she hadn't called her mom. She'd thought that she'd moved Mike
into Pat's tank too soon and that he was fighting. They were
called fighting fish -- all the articles warned aginst
moving the female in too soon. Still, there wasn't any way to
tear her eyes away. They were doing it. She just wanted to
watch them by herself. Wasn't her mom embarrassed? And then,
when it couldn't get worse, it did.


"John," her mom called, "you have to see this!"


- = -


He found his family watching the fish, watching another family
apparently. One fish squeezed the eggs out of the other and then
carried them up to the nursery. Then he -- fairly clearly it was
he -- did it again. They were starting a family with three of
another species looking on. Still, they should be used to the
audience, if they could see them. Des spent hours watching them.
And the worst way to start a family felt pretty good. He could
remember.


The cast party was uproariously happy. Fitting in had
been his hardest role, much harder than he'd had
onstage. Angela had offered them a ride to Kim's place.
Prof. Drake stopped him on the way out. "Wonderful
performance, John," he said. "Can't I persuade you to
change majors?"


"Professor, I'm a junior." And what role would he get
as a theater arts major the next year? They weren't
going to do "The Emperor Jones."


Angela dropped Dave and Annette off first. "Thanks,
Angela," Dave said. "Forgive me?"


"Not till after the last performance. But you were a
great Iago." He and Kim murmured agreement.


"And you were a wonderful Desdemona," Kim said as the
doors closed behind the couple.


"Thanks, Kim. But we know who was the star of the
evening."


For some reason that comment, kindly intended from a
friend, broke the facade he had maintained throughout
the party. "A triumph," he said, "of typecasting. Did
you hear Drake? I wouldn't have even been considered if
they had had a black male in theater arts."


"There's Desmond," Kim said.


"Desmond," Angela said before he could, "is not an
Othello."


"Look," Kim said, "casting is one thing. But the fact
is that your performance was a triumph tonight. You
worked hard; you did well; I was proud of you."


"I'm glad," he said, not even trying to sound glad.


"Now, kids," Angela said, "be good. This is a night for
celebration, not for argument." She laughed. "Be good.
And if you can't be good, be careful. And if you can't
be careful...."


"We'll name it after you," Kim had finished.


Not that they had been anywhere close to that. (But, back
then, they had hidden where they stopped from their friends even
more carefully than they had hidden what they did from their
parents.)


"Kimberly," he gasped. She kissed him, and then the car
was stopped at the door to her apartment house.


Melissa was gone; she and Kim had some sort of
arrangement. He kissed Kim for a while in the tiny
living room. Soon, they moved into her bedroom. He
unzipped her dress while kissing her deeply. She moved
away to hang up the dress and slip. He took the
opportunity to slip off his shoes, putting the socks
inside them next to the bedroom door. She took her
shoes and pantyhose off as well. He had to bend even
further to kiss her like that.


"I got two playbills this evening," she said. The play
had been a university production -- theater arts hadn't
owned it. And the University maintained a print shop.
Two playbills on one ticket wasn't been that much
cheating. "I think that I will send one to my mom."
And the playbill had included an excellent (if small)
photo of him.


"How you communicate with your parents is your
decision." Indeed, it was her issue. She wanted his
race not to matter, but it did -- it had for every
minute of his life. It would matter to her parents.
Well, the photo would take care of that.


Then she lay down, and that was much more comfortable.
He kissed all over her face, then her neck -- carefully
avoiding suck marks. When he kissed down her chest,
she'raised herself so he could reach her bra strap. Her
breasts were so white, and the nipples so pink. He
arched over her, kissing them while she unbuttoned his
shirt. After he'd thrown the shirt and tee-shirt
towards the back of a chair, they shared the longest
kiss. Tongue met tongue; skin met skin; his clothed
legs pressed between her naked ones.


After he gave her breasts two quick kisses, she raised
her bottom while he pulled her panties down. The hair
down there was lighter than the hair on her head. The
sight was still delightful each time, the feel more so.
He rested on his left arm so that his mouth could move
from breast to breast while his fingers were busy
between her legs. "Oh, John," she gasped while pulling
his hand against her even more firmly. He pulled back
when she released him. Then he kissed the smooth
whiteness of her breasts while she got her breath back.


When it was her turn -- or maybe his turn, she stripped
him and hung his trousers on the back of a chair and
tossed his shorts onto the seat. She stopped, though,
with him in her hand. The feeling was exquisite, but he
knew he wasn't going to get off with her holding still.


"Do you think," she said, "like Angela said, we
could...? Could we be careful?"


"Oh, darling," he said. He scrabbled to get the wallet
from his trousers and the condom he had kept there for
months from the wallet.


And darling she'd been, and darling she still was. He reached
out a hand to caress her bottom. Still watching the fish, she
reached back and removed his hand. She held it in hers. Well,
he'd take what he could get. He squeezed the hand, and she
squeezed back. Des, presumably oblivious to her parents, was
staring raptly into the fish tank. She should be oblivious to
her parents' squeezing hands; she was totally oblivious to their
orders. The male now swam back to the female and squeezed her
again. In sympathy, John squeezed Kim's hand. He got a squeeze
back, which was more than the fish got.


Still, Kim had always been demonstrative.


When he got the condom on, he started to kiss her
breasts again. He intended to get her excited all over
again before attempting entry. She, however, broke them
apart to kiss him deeply. Then she lay back with her
legs spread apart. While he wondered whether that meant
what it seemed to mean, she reached over to gasp him.
"Now, John," she said "now!"


"Kimberly, darling Kimberly," he said, climbing between
her legs. She placed him at the spot and pulled. He
pressed forward, but it didn't go in. He pressed
harder.


"Do it," she said and clawed his bottom with her other
hand. Suddenly, he passed whatever block there had
been. Even through the rubber, he felt her heat. She
was incredibly there, all around him.


When he was fully in her, pressed against her mound, he
stopped. "Are you all right?" he asked. She didn't
look all right. Inches from his face, hers was screwed
up in a grimace.


"Go, on," she' said. And he did. The first withdrawal
produced friction sweeter than any he had ever given
himself, sweeter even than her hands had given him.
Then he pushed forward again, pushed through slippery
tightness, pushed into his love. Soon he sped up; the
tension driving him in and out at an ever faster pace.
Then he thrust into her harder than even the first
stroke. He erupted into her warmth, and shot and shot.


"Oh, darling," he said minutes later. He gathered
enough energy to kiss her and withdraw. He fell onto
his back beside her. His eyes turned to the center of
his sensation.


His cock was naked, except for his juices and a ring of
rubber around the base. "Oh, Kim!" he said.


She obviously was looking at the same place. "Next
time," she said, "I take care of the precautions."


His head was a mishmash of contradictory emotions. He'd
done it; he'd goofed; he felt wonderfully drained; he
felt awfully guilty; he loved her; she'd said "next
time"!


The fish spat out an egg towards the nest. He squeezed Kim's
hand again. The buzzer sounded; somebody was at the door. While
he went to answer it, Des dived for her shoes. Justin was
downstairs, and his father was in the car.


"It's Justin," he called. "Shall I ask him up to watch your
fish?" The kids would be late; Justin's father would have to
park the car, not so easy in this neighborhood. Still this was
an event.


- = -


"Daddy!" How could her dad think she'd invite a boy up to
watch her fish having sex. She'd long ago learned that her
parents were clueless, but that clueless?


"Breakfast!" said her mom. Food was her first priority.


"Skip it." They would be late.


"I'll make you a sandwich." She'd take it. It was faster
than arguing. Actually, she knew, she'd eat it. Her mom gave
her two meatloaf sandwiches as she got to the door. They were in
a freezer bag, and they were cut in halves. Her mom would cut
sandwiches if the house was on fire. Still, it would make
sharing with Justin easier.


"Thanks, mom," she said. "Can you put Mike back in her tank?
Bye, dad."


"Love you," they both called as she ran down the stairs.


- = -


John listened carefully until he heard the door at the foot of
the stairs click. Then he closed and locked the apartment door.
"And I love you, too." He kissed Kim deeply, exploring the
familiar mouth with his tongue. He pulled her against him by
that lovely bottom . Then, for good measure, he moved his hands
up her sides to her breasts.


"Got to move the fish," said Kim after pulling away. "And
then I have to shower. Des will be gone for hours, we can take
our time."


"I don't mind taking our time. I just want to kiss my wife."
He did again. Kim, despite her words, cooperated in the kiss.
This time her hands were on his bottom; her tongue licked
his. She broke away, though. He followed her back to Des's
room.


"Now," she said, "which one is Mike?"


"The male, probably. 'Pat' can be either gender." Of course,
telling the sexes apart isn't easy with fish. One of them darted
at the other. Kim netted the escapee with the small tool that
Des used for that purpose. In seconds, she had returned it to
its own tank. She headed for their room and the bathroom beyond
it.


He headed down the hall to the kitchen. Real French toast was
a treat. He could mix up the coating now and heat up the pan
whenever they wanted to eat.


- = -


She took her time in the shower. She put jelly on the
diaphragm and inserted it. Once again, she was thankful that
they had taken an apartment with two baths. She could store what
she wanted in this medicine cabinet without worrying about
explaining it to Des.


She put on the robe but not the nightgown. She knew what he
would want; for that matter, she wanted it too. They never made
too big a public fuss about their wedding anniversary, less than
six months before Des's corresponding birthday. Since their
celebrations were private, they celebrated what they privately
enjoyed about being married.


John was lying in bed when she got out of the bathroom. The
clothes he'd worn so briefly were piled on his dresser. "You
aren't dressed," she said. "What if I want to go out to eat as
an anniversary celebration?"


"Which celebration do you want? A diner breakfast, or dinner
in a Thai restaurant? Besides, the French toast is ready except
for the bread."


"Well, it is time for breakfast." She turned towards the
bedroom door.


"You don't intend to eat in your bathrobe, do you?"


"If you're going to be like that...." She removed the robe
without revealing herself to his gaze. Then, slowly, she moved
it around so that he got a view of her from behind. Slowly she
pranced towards the door.


He laughed. "Someday, I'm going to let you go. I'd love to
see you frying French toast with all that skin exposed."


"Well, now that you mention it, that would be dangerous. I
suppose I have to go back to bed." Slowly, she turned
around.


"Woman, you are still beautiful." She had never been
beautiful. She had long ago lost the youthful prettiness which
had characterized her when they had first met.


"I wasn't beautiful when you married me."


"All brides are beautiful. My bride was more beautiful than
most, and beautiful in places I haven't seen in other
brides."


She climbed into bed and gave him a kiss. "I love how you
talk. I don't believe it, but I love it."


He tossed the covers down and kicked them off. They were
lying beside each other wearing nothing but their rings. He
kissed her ring finger. "Thank you for accepting me."


She kissed his mouth again, this time her tongue entered it.
His met it, and the two tasted each other. "Thank you for
proposing to me."


She came to him with her worries. His answer was
immediate. "Will you marry me?" After she'd accepted,
he continued. "If you're right, it should be as soon as
practical. If you are wrong, we'll need to plan better.
Either way, you said 'yes.' I'll hold you to that
unless you take it back."


Now he said, "You were so clever with that fishnet." He
kissed her fingers one by one; then he kissed her left palm; then
he kissed her right palm. He continued up her wrist.


"Always thinking," she said. She kissed his forehead.


"The way you nourished Des." He kissed her right breast, then
the left. He sucked and licked at that nipple until she felt
even the right one harden.


"Way back then, I was so proud when you strode the stage and
people were hanging on your every word." She kissed his mouth.
He petted her thighs while they prolonged that kiss.


"The first year, your schooling interrupted, Des still a baby,
you walked miles every day waiting on those tables." Well, she
had worked with other organs, too; but she appreciated his kisses
on her thighs. The licks and sucks down there sent thrills up to
her belly.


"Your tongue has always thrilled me," she said. He came up in
the bed to rest on his elbows on both sides of her arms. She
kissed his mouth and sucked on his tongue. His erection was
pressed between their bellies. Her nipples were firm against his
chest.


"And," John said, "you gave me Desdemona." He kissed her
nether lips before his tongue licked where their baby had come
out. The game of thanks was over; now came serious business.
One hand played with her breast while the other roved over her
thigh and butt. He licked up, almost to her clitoris, and then
down. Despite their nakedness in the airconditioned apartment,
she wasn't cold. Indeed, all this attention was heating her
up.


He rubbed the bottoms of her outer lips against one another
while his tongue was licking all around her clitoris. When his
tongue finally found the spot, he inserted two fingers into her.
She planted her feet firmly on the bed and pushed her groin up to
meet his face.


She felt him moving his fingers inside her, felt them hit
paydirt. "Yes, John," she said. His fingers and tongue, even
his hand on her breast, were kindling flames deep inside her.
"Oh darling," she said.


Then, the flames burst within her, and she was too busy to
feel anything. It went on and on, taking more and more of her,
consuming her utterly. She arched mindlessly, writhing in
ecstasy.


Suddenly, it was over. She lay there gasping while John lay
with his head on her thigh. He clasped one butt cheek with the
hand that was down there.


"Oh love," she said finally.


"I love you," he responded.


She managed to sit up in bed. At her pressure on his
shoulder, he lay down flat. "And you," she said, "gave me
Desdemona." She rubbed her cheek against his chest on her way to
her target. His cock bobbed, knowing what was coming. She took
the head into her mouth, letting it go with a soft kiss. Already
firm, it arched upward after that kiss.


"And, long ago," he said, "you gave me yourself." This
comment was new. So was the second kiss to her now-tender
labia.


When he drew back, she turned onto her left side. He lay
behind her with his cock pressing against her. She raised up on
her elbow and reached her right hand down between her legs. She
helped him in. His entry was slow and gentle, filling her. She
was so full, so delightfully full.


He slid his arm under her to cup her left breast. He held her
right one for a moment before smoothing it down her ribs and
belly to her mound. He played with her hair there for a moment,
meanwhile moving in and out once.


When she raised her leg, he pressed his fingers against the
front of her labia. He kissed her shoulder and the back of her
neck. Then he stroked in and out slowly. Meanwhile, one hand
strummed her nipple while a finger of the other hand found her
clit.


She was close, so close. She could feel the tension build and
wondered briefly whether she felt different to him.


"I love you, Kim," he said. Which answered that question.
"Oh, Kim. Oh, Kim - ber - ly!" On his last drawn-out word, she
exploded. He sped, moving harder and faster within her
pulsating, red-hot, depths.


As she came down from her climax, she felt him pulsing within
her.


They lay quietly for some time, neither saying a word. She
could feel his breath on her back. She could feel him slowly
easing out of her. When he finally was out, she felt him drip a
trail of liquid down her thigh. Later, more liquid oozed out of
her and trailed down her left hip.


Whatever the mess, she was too content to move. She could lie
in his arms forever.


"A little while ago, I thought of Angela," John said. An odd
topic and one hell of a time to mention it.


"My sister," she said, "can roast in hell."


"She'd have to die first." Kim didn't see a problem there.
"But I mean the other one, the theater-arts major."


Now, there was a better person to think of. The other Angela
had come to visit when Des was only a few days old. "Oh, Kim,"
she'd said, "she's precious."


"You know," she continued, "I've been counting back."
All their friends had been, probably; none had mentioned
it before then. "You did, didn't you? Name her after
me?"


Kim didn't answer. Maybe she blushed. She thought to
explain why another Angela in her family would have been
unthinkable. But her guest didn't look put out, quite
the contrary. "Oh Kim! May I hold her?"


At a nod, she picked Des up, being careful to brace her
neck. She cradled her and cooed.


Yes, that Angela had deserved the name.


They lay content, thinking their own thoughts, until her
stomach rumbled. John laughed. "Breakfast?" he asked.

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