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Dianne
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Dianne
Chapter 1
Hello. I'm a 26 year old young lady and have recently had a series of
experiences which have changed my life. I would like to share these
with you, but first, some background. I'm blonde, 5'5" and, while I've
always been a stocky girl, I have quite a shapely figure. I was raised
and went to college in a small town in the mid-west where I also got my
first job. A few months ago, however, I decided it was time for a change.
So, I moved to the San Francisco bay area where I found an excellent job.
That's where this adventure begins.
One reason I was so happy to get this particular job was that my new
manager would be the woman who interviewed me, a highly competent,
professional, and impressive woman named Tracy. During my first days
on the job, I was somewhat in awe of Tracy's technical expertise
and the manner in which she handled her fellow employees both subordinates
and superiors. In the beginning, I was almost shocked at her tendency
to openly chastise upper level managers, some of whom are founders of
the company, for errors in judgement. Later, I discovered that she is
highly respected by those same managers because she is not afraid to
vocalize her opinions -- especially since those opinions so frequently turn
out to be correct.
Tracy is a tall 29 year old dark haired beauty originally from the bay area.
While she is much more extroverted than I, we found we had much in common,
and over the course of our first few weeks working together, we became good
friends. We even went to several happy-hours together and attended a couple
of small parties. I must admit, however, that before long I found myself
growing envious of Tracy's talents both at work and on those occasions when we
met informally.
One Tuesday, Tracy invited me to go to her athletic club the next day for a game
of racquetball during lunch hour. Since I had played racquetball regularly in
college, I jumped at the opportunity. I was anxious to meet Tracy in a forum
where I could provide some stiff competition since I was beginning to feel
increasingly overshadowed by her professionally and socially. When we arrived
at the court, we hit the ball around a little to get warmed up. While doing
so, I definitely got the impression that I had the advantage where racquetball
was concerned. Before we began our first game, Tracy said, "Tell ya' what.
Just to make this a little more exciting, why don't we make a little wager.
Let's say the loser has to give the winner a pedicure." I thought these stakes
were a little odd, but since my confidence was running high, I agreed.
Well, my confidence was running even higher after winning the first game.
Tracy had put up a tough fight, but I still managed to better her by five
points. In the second game, though, it was a different story. Tracy played
with a determination like I had never seen before. It was primarily this
which allowed her to steal victory. When the tie-breaker began, I realized
that if I were going to make good on my effort to prove to myself that there
was something I could beat Tracy in, I had better get myself going. I played
the third game so hard, I thought I might pass out from the exertion, but
once again Tracy found the energy to overcome me through shear willpower.
On the way off the court, Tracy slapped me lightly on the rear and said "Good
game, but to the victor goes the spoils. See you at my place tonight at 7:00."
I had practically forgotten about the bet, but I guess we had a deal, so I
knew I would be there.
That evening when I got to Tracy's house, she was sitting around in a
short black skirt and loose tee shirt watching television. I joined her in
a few drinks and we chatted for a while before she suggested that I get started
with my "duties." She left for a minute and returned with a bowl filled
with warm water, a nail kit, and some hot pink nail polish. She leaned back
and propped her feet up on a footstool, telling me to remove her shoes and
and begin by washing her feet in the water. As I knelt at her feet, I
realized that this was going to be more of a production than I had bargained
for.
I slipped off Tracy's shoes, carefully washed her feet, removed the cuticles,
and clipped and filed her toenails. We talked a little while I worked
and occasionally she would issue instructions or ask me to get her a drink.
I didn't know that hand-maid duties were part of the deal, but rather than
seem petty (and since she is my boss), I fixed her and I both drinks while
administering the pedicure. As I began to polish the toenails on her right
foot, she lifted her left foot to rest it on my shoulder. When she did this,
I glanced up at her with a curious expression at which point I accidentally
noticed that she was wearing the skimpiest lace panties I had ever seen.
I must have blushed instantly because as my eyes continued up to her face,
she smiled demurely and simply pointed me back down to her feet. I have
never been attracted to someone of the same sex before, but I actually
found myself becoming slightly aroused.
There were many confused and conflicting thoughts racing through my head as
I continued to polish Tracy's toenails. Between coats (she required three),
Tracy would put her feet together and wiggle her toes as I would lean close
to them and blow gently to speed the drying process. When I continued painting
again, she also continued resting one foot on my shoulder. Sometimes this foot
would brush against the side of my face or my hair would get caught between her
toes. I'm not sure if this was accidental or not, but it certainly wasn't
helping me to sort through all the distressing thoughts that were going through
my mind. My palms began to feel cold and a little sweaty and my voice was
trembling somewhat, but if Tracy noticed this at all, she ignored it. Once in
awhile when I would glance up to speak with her, I was shocked to catch myself
stealing glimpses of her panties. Finally though, I managed to finish her
pedicure. When I was done, she held her toes right in front of my mouth and
said, "So, what do you think?" For some unfathomable reason, I had an
overwhelming urge to bow down and smother her feet with my kisses. I was
barely able to suppress this insane desire as I stammered "They're beautiful."
I got up and hastily said my good-byes hoping to get out before making a
complete fool of myself. On my way out, Tracy smiled, patted me on the head
and thanked me saying, "You do good work. I'll be looking forward to next
time."
Needless to say, the next day I felt pretty silly at having gotten so
worked up over such a meaningless episode. I was too embarrassed to
mention it to Tracy, and since she didn't bring it up, I tried to forget
about it. I couldn't help noticing, however, that she wore a pair of
sexy black open-toed high heels without stockings which showed off her new
pedicure quite well.
Over the next couple of weeks, things at the office went pretty normally
though I was never was able to completely put my visit to Tracy's out of my
mind. Several times during this period, I had occasion to be in Tracy's
office to talk about a product plan I was developing. Twice she came around
to sit on the front edge of her desk and I caught myself attempting to
discreetly peek up her skirt to see if she was wearing those same lace panties.
I managed to discover that she also had a red and a black pair just like
the ones I had found so enchanting during my visit. I was deeply concerned
about these strange thoughts and tendencies that were still churning through my
head, but my only defense was to try unsuccessfully to ignore them.
Then, one day after I had given my report to Tracy to be reviewed, I was
in the vice president's office. He happened to ask me how I liked working
for Tracy, and when I replied positively, he mentioned how he felt she had
virtually unlimited potential with the company. He went on to cite several
of her strong points, and as an example, handed me a report she had given
him earlier that day. After I read the first page of the report, I nearly
fainted. It was my report with Tracy's name on it! I was too mortified
to speak. I was barely able to contain myself long enough to finish our
conversation and rush back to my office. While in my office, I calmed
down enough to think the situation over, and decided to confront Tracy
directly with my anger.
I marched into Tracy's office ready for blood. I told her in no uncertain
terms what I thought of her actions and asked her if she had any explanation.
She sat me down on the chair in front of her desk and paced shortly back
and forth in front of me as she said, "Dianne, you know you're a extremely
talented young lady. You've got all the capabilities necessary to become
a successful employee here or at any other firm. You must admit, though,
that you don't possess the qualities required to become a president or vice
president of the company. While your technical abilities are excellent, you
lack the complex traits which make someone a good leader as well as the
determination that creates opportunities. With the proper management, however,
you can certainly make some significant achievements. I like to think of you
as a thoroughbred racehorse. You've got what it takes to win the race, but
you need the right jockey to spur you into the winner's circle. You've been
with this company long enough to realize that I'm that jockey. I'm headed for
the top of this corporation with you or not, but, if we help each other, it
will be much easier for both of us. Sure, there will be times like now when
you might think you feel the sting of my whip, but remember, in the long run,
it'll be best for both of us."
I wanted so badly to maintain my anger with Tracy, to really stand up to her
for having wronged me, but it was difficult. I had to confess that
she had several good points. It did appear that she was headed for professional
success even before I got to the company and she probably would be whether I
was there or not. While I had not actually admitted it to myself, Tracy was
also right in saying that I was not aggressive enough to ever achieve an
upper-level management position. And even though I wasn't sure I appreciated
her racehorse analogy, I found myself becoming slightly aroused at the mental
picture it invoked as she lectured and paraded in front of me. Again I found
myself alone with Tracy and flooded by a quickly rising tide of mixed emotions.
As the wave of emotions built up inside me, tears began to well up in my
eyes. Tracy continued, "It's painfully obvious that the business world is
still male dominated. As women, it's our responsibility to stick together and
insure that we each do the best we can. Think of us as sled dogs pulling in a
race. I'm the lead dog, and you're my number two. I decide our course, take
all the risks, and pull my fair share, but the sled's not going anywhere
without your help. You have to learn to keep pulling no matter where I lead
us. Once in awhile, it may seem to you as though I've made a wrong turn, but
I promise you I'll get us to the finish line in good shape." Then, with a
mischievous smile, she added, "the only thing you have to get used to is that
as number two dog, no matter how hard you pull, you'll always have my butt
staring you right in the face." At this point in her conversation, Tracy
stopped pacing right in front of me and turned so that her behind was
immediately before me. I didn't say anything, but the tears began to slowly
trickle down my cheeks. Tracy started again much more softly, "But that
shouldn't be such a difficult thing to get accustomed to." She reached behind
her and raised the bottom of her skirt, uncovering the lower half of her
pantied buttocks. "Don't you agree?," she asked teasingly.
During Tracy's speech, I had been gradually coming under her power.
She had made many good points, and where her arguments left off, my growing
lust for her took over. I couldn't take the surge of emotions any longer.
I suddenly decided to give in on my complaint and my competitiveness and to
surrender to my newly found passions for this beautiful and commanding woman.
She was wearing those irresistible white lace panties again. As I made up my
mind, the tears began to flow more freely, but now they were actually tears of
relief that I could end my ridiculous and futile resistance to this great
woman's control.
I slid off my seat and onto my knees, burying my nose into the crevice
of those incredible lace panties and the gorgeous white mounds hidden
beneath. I pressed my face into Tracy's butt, rubbing my nose up and
down in between her cheeks under the pretense of wiping my tears on
her panties. Tracy leaned forward slightly, pulled her skirt up a little
more and spread her legs a few more inches give me better access. She
reached back and placed her hand gently on the back of my head saying, "There,
there. Go ahead and wipe those tears. You'll feel fine in just a moment
now that you've come to terms with your proper position in life."
She was right, of course. The delicate, unfamiliar mixture of aromas from
Tracy's perfumed skin, the soft tantalizing scent of her anus, and the
increasing bouquet of her womanly juices were quickly combining to make me
forget everything but my desire to satisfy this magnificent creature. I
couldn't resist reaching forward with my hands and holding her buttocks close
as I shut my eyes and massaged her entire bottom with my face. Tracy removed
her hand from my head and pulled her underwear down to her thighs rewarding me
with the most wonderful sight of her lovely, smooth, round cheeks held up by
strong, soft, tanned thighs, meeting in the middle to form a mysterious,
sexy, dark valley. I had never even kissed a woman before, but I eagerly wet
my lips and began to press them gently, slowly, and carefully to her perfect
buttocks. After each kiss, I licked my lips greedily in an attempt to savor
every taste and in hope creating an even more pleasurable experience for
Tracy with the next one. Using my tongue, I began to reverently caress her
exquisite white mounds starting from the outside of her right cheek and licking
from the top of her thigh to just below her waistline. As I made my way
inward I adored the tiny blonde hairs on her butt which stood up briefly
as my tongue glided past, then laid back down under the weight of the moisture
that was left behind. Before I reached the meeting point of her cheeks, I
moved to her left side to continue my tender tonguing of Tracy's bottom.
After I neared her crack from this side, I leaned back a little to admire the
priceless work of art before me and to quickly consider exactly how far I
should carry this procedure. Before I could decide for myself, however, Tracy
reached back with her hands placing one on each side of her cheeks. She
spread them to reveal the downward curving path which led from between her
buttocks to the circle of light brown skin which surrounded the small mound
of her moist, glistening pink anus.
Without having said anything, it was clear what Tracy expected, so there was
no hesitation as I leaned forward to fulfill her wishes. This time, I let
my tongue begin at the top, above where the heavenly path between her cheeks
began. I lowered my head, dragging my tongue along the inside most portion of
Tracy's left cheek, barely snaking it along the darker skin beside her
anus, stopping when my tongue reached the fold of skin between her thigh
and the side of her labia and my nose was adjacent to her pink rose-like
sphincter. Keeping my nose against her body, I slid it gradually back up
to her waist while cleaning my tongue inside my mouth. I was almost driven
into a sexual frenzy at the taste of the warm, salty mixture of perspiration
and womanly fluids, and the hint of the more satisfying sensations which were to
come. I repeated this devotion on the inside of the right cheek, this time
paying more attention to the swells of erotic stimuli flooding my
senses. Again I raised my nose up through the valley of those incomparable
white mounds while relishing the tastes that entered my mouth. Finally, I stuck
my tongue in the middle of Tracy's crack, once more starting from the top.
I lowered my head even more slowly than before, but this time stopped
just as my tongue reached the warm dark skin surrounding her anus. My nose
lingered in place as I pulled my tongue in to clean it once more before
reaching my goal. While I did this, Tracy playfully swayed her butt slightly
from side to side, causing her cheeks to brush against my face until they
until they bumped my nose. Taking this as a sign that Tracy was anxious
for me to continue, I lowered my nose a little more and began to run the
pointed tip of my tongue firmly in circles around the dark rim of her rectum.
I quickly pulled my tongue back in for another swallow and this time extended it
as flat and long as I could. Starting from the bottom of her crack, I
licked a wide trail right across Tracy's pink, flowering anus. Tracy sighed
with a long "Mmmmmmmm" as I continued to lap hungrily against her puckered hole,
losing myself in its unusual, delicious flavor. My lips encircled her
anus as I extended my tongue straight and hard toward her anal muscle.
Despite my efforts, her sphincter was too tight for my tongue to truly
penetrate, although Tracy did flex her anus allowing me to feel as though
we were engaged in a kinky, passionate French kiss. We went on like this for
several minutes while I pretended as though I was "making out" with Tracy's
butt hole. I kissed, licked and sucked with more affection than I ever had
felt before. Tracy began to move her butt around pressing back against my
tongue, grinding her anus across my nose, and pushing her cheeks together,
squeezing my face between them. Frequently she would release another breathless
"mmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhhh" which encouraged me to continue my services with even
greater enthusiasm. Sometimes, her now very wet vagina and inner thighs
would rub against my chin, coating my face with a combination of her sweet
juices, my own saliva, and the savory moisture around her anus.
Suddenly, Tracy straightened up, and said simply, "Pull my panties back up."
Naturally, I obeyed. Tracy lowered her skirt and turned to look down at
me on my knees before her. I realized that I had forgotten we were in
her office, still at work. I was slightly embarrassed by this recollection
and also at the extent to which I had serviced Tracy's buttocks. I tried
to hide this by looking down when Tracy turned to face me, but she lifted
my chin with her hand, forcing me to gaze up between her breasts into
that beautiful, commanding face. "You've progressed very well here today,"
she said moving her hand to rest it on my head. "But it's already late in the
afternoon, and you've had quite an eventful day. You should take
rest of the day off to go home and think over what we've accomplished. Then,
you will show up at my place at seven o'clock sharp so that I may further
instruct you in your responsibilities and you may learn more of what is
required to please me both professionally and personally to the best of your
ability. Understand?" I nodded timidly. Tracy stared right into my eyes with
a haughty triumphant smile as she said, "Now, perform your obeisance and you
may leave." Obediently, I bent to the floor, wet my lips, and kissed Tracy's
toes at the ends of her shoes. I crawled back one step, then got up and
hurried out, wondering what was in store for me later that evening.
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It was a cold and damp night. I had just got home from work and
walked in the back door when, after calling for my wife, heard the small
voice of Dianne.
Dianne was the 19 year old baby sitter who watched the kids when my
wife had to do any shopping or run errands. As I walked into the kitchen
she was standing over the stove stirring a pot of soup.
"Hi Mr. Morrell, how was your day?" she said as she continued to stir
the soup. She was standing there in a cut off tee shirt, which as she
leant over the stove gave me a perfect view of her small but very pert
breasts. She was also barefoot and wearing a short leather mini skirt.
Seeing as how she is a very well proportioned 5'2" blonde, she did
not have the body of a 19 year old. At least nothing like the girls that
I remembered from when I was 19.
"My day was very hard and tiring" as I took a seat in the kitchen to
remove my work boots. As I sat down and glanced a Dianne again, this time
noticing that at this angle her legs were gorgeous.
She stood on her tip toes to stir the the soup and this made the view
even better. I couldn't be sure but it seemed like she was doing this on
purpose. From where I sat, it looked like she may not have anything on
under that tight skirt.
"So where did Mrs. Morrell go?" I asked, trying to get my mind off the
beautiful ass of the teenaged girl."She went over to her sister's to help
them move into the new house. She told me to make sure you got a good
meal and to straighten up the house for her. She took the kids with her
so that you'd be able to get some rest." said the seductive little blonde,
still on her toes. "I'll have this ready for you in about 15 minutes. Is
there anything else I can do to help?"
Boy were there things she could do to help! My dick was beginning to
get very hard looking at that body and listening to that voice of
innocence.
I bent over to take my boots off and I had to take another look up. by
that time Dianne had turned around and was looking right at me. "Oh shit"
I thought, but then a smile came across her cute little mouth.
"See anything interesting?" she asked, as her hands slid down to the
edge of her skirt. She slowly began to lift it, an inch at a time. The bare
elegant thighs slowly began to slide out into the light. The hem was right
at the base of her crotch, another inch and I'd have a perfect view of every
thing that she owned.
That is when i noticed that I wasn't breathing and let out a lung full of
air. I sat up straight and said,"What the hell is going on? You're making me
feel like a kid peeking at his first girlie magazine!"
"Good, that's what I wanted to know!", said this sexy devilish girl. "I've
been trying to get you to notice me for months. You turn me on and I want to
turn you on!" With that she pulled the skirt up and revealed her blonde mound.
One of her hands when to it and began to slide back and forth. When she
removed it, it was covered with her juices. "I'm so horny for you now that
I'd do anything to get you to lay me.", she said in a quick breath.
"You'll will huh? Well it's going to cost you your ass" I returned. "Get
those rags off and come here"
I removed my clothes and turned to watch her but it too late she was out
of her clothes in a matter of seconds. "What do you want me to do Mr. Morrell"
the naked young girl asked. My cock was at full attention standing straight
up and throbbing. I told Dianne to come over to me and to let me feel her
hands on my cock.
She was very eager to please and hurried over as I sat back down in the
chair. Slowly she reached for my cock, her touch was very gentle. She began
by stroking it and then she tried to wrap her hand around it. Her hands were
small but my cock fit very nicely.
I told her to turn her ass slightly around because I wanted to see what I
was going to be getting into. "I thought you were kidding when you said it
would cost me my ass", she squeaked.
"I was kidding just as much as you were when you pulled up your skirt", I
told her. I made her step over my cock and face away from me. She had a
beautiful ass, very firm and well defined muscles. I took my finger and touched
her tight anus. She jumped and moaned and almost lost my cock from her hand.
"Is it going to hurt?", Dianne asked. "You tell me, I'm just going to sit here
and you're going to have to use my cock like a vibrator to screw your self
in the ass."
"Oh, God", she said as she slowly lowered herself towards my shaft. Her
pussy was dripping and as my cock touched her thigh the thought of what she
was doing made her come. A gush of warm liquid and a shudder gave her away.
She was still moaning and coming as she tried to the dry tip into her ass.
I took her hand and helped guide it back and forth across her wet cunt lips
to lubricate the tip. Her legs were shaking now and she was building to an-
other climax as my member began it's journey up her virginal hershey highway.
She seemed to be in her own world as she very slowly began to guide my cock
up into her ass. The tip just began to start parting her anus as she said "Oh
my God it's getting bigger". I took hold of her hips, just to make sure that
she kept going in the right direction. The head slide inside and she started to
come again. This was just about all that I could stand. Feeling my own climax
was going to be here soon I pulled down on her hips and my shaft rammed into
her ass. She let out a cry of pleasure and pain that you could hear across a
county line. Just as my balls hit against her ass my time was at hand and I
began to erupt into that tight little ass, load after load of come pumped into
her and as it was happening she began to come for a fourth time. This is what
made me come so quick, watching her come time and time again.
We sat there for about 5 minutes with my cock buried in her ass, as we
caught our breath. I slowly lifted her off my cock and had her sit on my leg.
She was wiped out but managed to say,"Well, you got my ass now how about do-
ing something with my pussy, a deal is a deal".
As we sat there in the kitchen naked and totally breathless, I
couldn't take my eyes of Dianne's pert little breasts. Her chest was
heaving in and out at a rapid pace. Her nipples were still hard and pointed
straight out from her body. She glistened with sweat in the neon light of the
kitchen. My dick was beginning to respond to this sexy girl's body again. It
slowly began to lengthen an move.
Her eyes were on my cock and when she saw my reaction to just looking
at her body, she smiled. "It looks like some life is still left in that thing
yet!", Dianne said as she reached for my maleness. Taking the sticky and re-
juvenated throbbing member in her right hand, she began to stroke me off
again. "Let me clean this up for you", was all that I heard as she stood up,
turned and headed for the sink.
She was a very beautiful young woman. As she walked towards the sink, her
thin, finely toned muscular body sparkled. I could see every muscle as it
moved. She had to spend a lot of time in a gym taking care of herself. Her
ass undulated as she moved. She grabbed a washcloth off the sink returned to
me. She knelt down between my legs and, smiling, began to use the washcloth to
wipe my cock clean. When she finished, she leaned over with those small, thin
lips and kissed the head of my now throbbing cock.
She stood up in front of me and used the cloth to clean the juices of our
last encounter from her ass and legs. She did this very suggestively and as
she wiped her blonde bush she said, "You haven't forgotten what you promised
have you?" I could tell she was beginning to get a little turned on herself.
She took the washrag and threw it into the sink and looked back down at that
part of my body which she wanted.
"Let's move this party into the living room at least", I said as I stood
up and as I did my now fully erect penis brushed against the fine blonde hair
of her pussy. She reached between us and took hold of my cock and pushed it
down until it slipped between her legs. As it did she closed her legs very
tightly and grabbed a hold of my ass and pulled me very close to her body. My
cock slid along between her thighs and against her pussy. She was dripping
wet again, I could feel the wetness of her sex as she moved back and forth
along the length of my member. I knew that I was in for one hell of a day!
We entered the front room and walked arm in arm over to the sofa. She was
still using her hand on my dick to keep my interest up. We no sooner sat down
and the phone began to ring. "I'll get it", she whispered, and reached across
my body and picked up the reciever. "Hello", was what I heard as the nipples
as she moved back and forth along the length of my member. I knew that I was
in for one hell of a day!
We entered the front room and walked arm in arm over to the sofa. She was
still using her hand on my dick to keep my interest up. We no sooner sat down
and the phone began to ring. "I'll get it", she whispered, and reached across
my body and picked up the reciever. "Hello", was what I heard as the nipples
of her breasts hung down and brushed across my stomach and chest. I began to
run my hands over her body. "Hi, Mrs. Morrell, yes he got home about an hour
ago. Right, I've been taking care of him just like you said. No, I don't
think that he'll have any complaints". As the teenager talked to my wife, I
slid my right hand along her back to her ass and the back of her thigh. With
my left hand I slowly and gently began to stroke her stomach and breasts. Her
nipples began to harden again. Her voice started to show signs of strain as
she struggled to keep her mind on what my wife was saying over the phone. My
right hand slowly moved into the valley between her legs. As my finger found
her damp lips, she let out an audible sound, a kind of quiver in her speech
that I knew my wife was sure to hear. "No, nothing is wrong, I just had a
chill", the demure young sexpot tried to tell my wife. Slowly I moved my
other hand to her breasts. I cupped her left breast in my hand and began to
lightly slide my fingers from her rib cage to her very hard nipple as my
fingers got closer her voice began to quiver a little more. "No, everything
is fine here", the sweaty teen said with as much conviction as she could
muster. That is when my fingers found the lips of her sex. She let out an
uncontrolled little gasp. "Umm can I call you back in a little while, Kate?"
I slowly inserted one of my fingers between the moist lips of her very damp
sex. I didn't have to enter very far and I began to move my finger around the
inner lips of her sex. "Yes, Kathy, I'll take care of it", she said hastily on
this end of the phone, "but I really must go now, I have soup boiling on the
stove".
Just then I grabbed her nipple between the fingers of my left hand and began
to squeeze, gently at first. As I saw her reaction and felt the moistness of
her sex increase I began to use more force. Her mouth was dry and she
struggled to keep her voice unemotional, "Right Kathy, I'll finish up, but I
really have to go now. Right, I'll take care of it! Yea, I'll be sure and tell
him, good bye". She breathed a sigh of relief as she hung the phone back on
the reciever. She started to try to move back to her original position, but
as she did, I kept my hand firmly against her sex. She pushed back and felt
the fingers of my right hand begin to enter her very wet sex. She stopped
moving back. She was extremely exited. I think that the idea of talking with
my wife and being naked on her hands and knees, bent over my throbbing member
as she spoke was what really drove her to this excited a state. "You are a
real bastard", she said in a heavy frustrated voice. The high pitched little
girl sound had left her completely, she sounded like a woman in the heat of
passion now. "Don't you think that your wife knew something was wrong?" With
that I tightened my grip on her sensitive nipple and moved another finger into
her wet hony pot. "Oh God", she said, "That feels great!", as my hands
continued to explore the different parts of her body. She began to reach for
my cock, but I told her to just stay as she was and enjoy what was happening.
It didn't take much convincing, and she remained on all fours straddling my
body. Her breasts were hard and unyielding with the nipples pointing down to
my cock. They strained to make themselves harder and longer as my left hand
played with each breast. She moved her body so that her nipples could rub
against me. As she did I pulled my fingers out of her blonde bush and gave her
a slight slap on her tight little ass. She shuddered. "Just stay as you are",
I told her again. She straightened back up. "Would you pleast put your hand
back in me?", Dianne said, "I really am damn near ready to come!". I slowly
started to feel the back of her thighs, moving my hand up and down on the
inside of those well structured legs. I'd gently move my hand from her knee
to her crotch. I made sure that I always just stopped short of her sex, but
I kept getting closer and closer to that wet golden part of her body. Each
time that I started my movement upwards toward her sex she would hold her
breath. This time I was going to enter her, I started my hand up and she said,
"Hurry, please". By the time my hand got to her bush she was moaning and
shivering as she came. Her pussy was dripping wet and getting wetter. I could
see and feel her quivering as she came. "You son of a bitch.....oh..oh", was
all that she could say.
The shaking and quivering began to subside and she collapsed onto my lap. I
took my hand and slid it over her buttocks and down to her cunt lips. They
were soaked in female juices. As my fingers touched her she moaned again. I
parted her lips and inserted my finger.
"You are a real son of a bitch", she said, and meant every word of it. "So
far you haven't done a thing that I've wanted, except for making me come. I'd
really like to get your cock into my cunnie. That's what I'd really enjoy, and
you promised!" She just laid there across my lap as I fingered her damp pussy.
"It's exciting to be under the control of someone else. You made me feel like
a real whore, when I was on the phone to your wife. That really turned me on.
Having you here naked and finger fucking me while I talked to your wife. God
that was a real turn on! In fact just thinking about it is starting to make me
horny again." A smile came across her face as she looked at me and rolled
over. "What do you want me to do now?" she asked with a nasty little smile on
her face.
She reached down and took my hand and laid it on her mound, which was still
wet and full of her dew. "Do you like my body?", she asked in a coy manner.
"Do you really think that I'd be sitting here nude with my hand on your cunt
if I didn't?", was my answer. "What would you like to do?" "Will you do what-
ever I ask?", was Dianne's question. "I'll do anything you feel like having
me do. How's that?", I answered. "Great, you can start by putting a couple of
your fingers into me!" Being true to my word, I slowly parted her legs and
slid my hand over the deliciously wet lips of her cunt. I slowly slipped one
finger between the lips so I could lubricate my fingers. She was a sexual
machine. Her pussy was constantly wet and my fingers entered with ease. First
two then a third. She raised her knees and moved her hip forward to make it
easier for me to get my fingers into a comfortable position. I began to slowly
move my fingers in and out of her and she loved it. She turned on her side
with her knees still wide apart and my hand deep inside her golden box. The
reason she turned soon became evident. She was laying across my lap and her
breasts were on my right leg. This made a perfect position for her. Her face
was directly in front of my cock and balls. I was still hard from the phone
conversation that she had had with my wife, so as I was moving my fingers
around inside her, she reached out and took a hold of my cock with her left
hand and propped herself up on her elbow between my legs. She began stroking
my dick, this time with a firm grip around the shaft, Her smile widened as she
felt the extra pressure this added to my grasp of her pussy. She began to
squeeze my member very hard as she jacked me off. Dianne then pulled the shaft
of my cock toward her, until it was just a few inches from her mouth. Slowly
she stroked and pulled it, each time coming closer to contact with her lips.
As it got closer she got more excited. She parted her lips and this time she
took the tip of my cock into her mouth. It was a wonderful feeling, warm and
moist with her hand running up and down the shaft. I loved the way she looked
with my dick head going between her lips and her hand pumping the shaft.
All of a sudden her legs went together and tightened on my hand. I had
forgotten about what I was supposed to be doing. I again began to pump my
fingers in and out of that great pussy. As I got my hand down to her cunt, I
made sure that each time my thumb could come into contact with her clit it
did. Slowly she began her march down my shaft, more and more of my cock was
disappearing into her mouth. I couldn't believe that she could get that much
of my cock into such a small looking mouth, but it was happening. Inch by inch
my dick was being enveloped by this amazing little doll.
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