"I was thinking that I would like another one of your nice massages, if you have the time?"
"Sure! I would love to, I can run home and get a shower and change, then come right up." He said.
"There is a shower in my room, why don't you just use that?" I said with a tease in my voice.
I saw the other young man's jaw drop open.
"I..I guess I could do that if you don't mind." He blushed again beautifully.
"I don't mind at all." I leaned in and told him quietly, reaching out to tuck the front of his shirt with my fingers. Then I turned and headed towards the elevator.
"You lucky bastard!" I heard the other young man whisper to Simon.
I checked my purse to be sure I had a package of condoms, I really wasn't sure where this would lead although I could guess.
I was still wet from the shower when Simon knocked. I pulled on one of the white fuzzy robes the resort supplied and let him in. He had the table with him, and a carry bag this time. I noticed he now had an air of confidence.
"I set out some fresh towels in the bathroom, go ahead and I will set up your table." I told him.
"OK. I will be right out." I heard the shower start, so I opened the table and set it up. I placed and smoothed out the sheet he had brought, set the small bottle of oil on the tiny nightstand.
I placed three condoms right alongside the bottle of oil. I thought that might be enough.
I was reasonably sure that Simon would get the hint. He had seemed to be quite willing with his hands, now I was going to find out just how willing this handsome young man was. I hopped up and sat on the edge of the table, leaving my robe over the back of the chair. I picked up a small towel, began to dry my hair.
The shower stopped, I could hear Simon in there, he was quietly humming a tune. The door opened and he stepped into the room, saw me sitting there nude. A smile slid across his face, I smiled right back.
OK. So now I really am one of those Cougars.
Terrible of me, isn't it?
The End.
Skadi's Confession
"I don't see what's so difficult about it," grumbled Niord of Noatun, "I am the king of the Swedes and also god of the Sea. A king is usually the god in charge of something or other -- fertility is a popular choice, as you might expect -- and most gods are king of somewhere or other. My father Ingvi was king of the Turks, for example, and my son Frey is king in Uppsala when he isn't on duty as god of the Earth. Clear?"
Ari of Iceland nodded, hacking furiously at his bundle of sticks. Even with a really sharp knife and the right kind of wood, taking notes in runes was hard work. He picked up a fresh stick, and prepared to continue the interview. "So who is your consort -- er, queen? -- um, goddess?"
"Consort er queen um goddess? If you mean the wife, her indoors, she's Skadi. S-k-a-d-i. Skadi. And if you're going to make a genealogy out of this, she is also my sister." Niord chuckled. "Incest has never been much of a taboo for us gods; in fact it's generally thought to improve the divinity quotient. Hey, here's a bit for your annals, might spice them up a bit. You want to know how I came to marry my own sister? She chose me out of a line-up."
"Really?"
"Yes. See, my father -- Ingvi, case you've forgotten already -- didn't know who to marry her to, and she had no strong inclinations one way or another, so they lined up a bunch of likely gods and kings and heroes behind a sheet, with only their feet sticking out. Skadi was supposed to chose her future husband by seeing which feet most appealed to her. So she walked along the line eyeing up what the fates -- or feet, eh? -- had in store for her. Well, she rejected a couple of dwarf kings (very hairy feet, most dwarves have; in fact they're hairy all over), a troll (huge great shapeless feet, with no proper toes), and one of those weird god-things that capers about on cloven hooves. Then she stopped and went mm-hmm when she got to my feet. At least they were clean, on account of me being a sea god, and more or less human . . ."
"Excuse me, but why were you among the suitors?"
"Eh? It was that mischievous little beggar Loki. He got me drunk, and then shoved me into the line-up for a giggle. And I just stood there like a fool with my feet poking out."
"I see. So your sister picked you out, not knowing that . . ."
"No, it wasn't quite that simple, Ari Thorgilsson. You better sling that bit of wood on the fire, and start a new paragraph or whatever. Loki couldn't leave well alone, he had to go and get a long piece of cord and tie one end to the tail of a goat that was wandering about the place stealing scraps. Then he made a noose on the other end..."
Niord paused to accept a fresh horn of beer from his wife, took a pull at it, burped his appreciation, and said:
"Drop o' good stuff, is that. I was just telling the skald here how we got engaged, like."
Skadi smiled fondly.
"So where was I? Oh yes. Loki. So he tied a noose on the end of this cord and slipped it on to my wedding tackle. Hey, don't put that down! Let the record show that he tied the cord round my waist or hand or something."
"Of course," said Ari, lying with the practiced ease of the freelance journalist.
"Strictly off the record, this is. Of course I could feel somebody fumbling about in my breeches, but I thought it was just Skadi checking out her choice, feet not being an infallible guide to what's at the other end of your legs. Before we could get that sorted out, Loki let the goat loose and next thing you know there's a panic-stricken goat racing round Valhalla, and me sprinting behind it howling like a banshee, trying to catch up before my dick was stretched to breaking point. And of course the entire bloody pantheon of gods are falling about, pointing at me and laughing themselves sick -- kings rolling about on the floor, dwarves slapping their hairy little thighs, trolls booming Ho ho ho and even those weird things with hooves whinnying and snickering. Except for Ingvi, of course -- he was absolutely furious." (Ingvi was most wroth, Ari scratched, being a poet)
"Well anyway, Skadi here came to the rescue and caught the goat before the goods were damaged beyond repair. And Ingvi went all dignified and kingly and decreed that since Skadi had caught me the fates had evidently decided that she was to marry me."
"And here we are." said Skadi. "And that, by the way, is why if you go into any temple you'll find the statue of Niord has an enormous dick."
"A bit exaggerated, perhaps," Niord said smugly, "but yes, it all worked out fine in the end. Mind you, if I ever get my hands on Loki, I'll stretch his dick for him, then I'll wring it his miserable neck . . ."
"Don't be too hard on him, love" Skadi confessed, "It was me that put him up to it. Not the goat thing, but getting you on to the menu."
The End.
Bubble Butts are Best
OK I admit it I have a thing for big women but what I really like is a big woman who is confidant with her body even to the point of flaunting it. Kim Kardashian, J-Lo, and Beyonce all beautiful women who are proud of their curves have shown the world that big is beautiful.
When Judy Haymes applied for the job as my secretary, she had the job as soon as she walked into my office. She was tall and she was big but she wasn't hiding behind a loose fitting full dress, no, she wore a tight skirt that showed off her butt big and round. Don't get me wrong she was work appropriate but she sure looked sexy. I tried to conduct an interview but I couldn't keep my mind off her body and all I could think about was sticking my head under her sweater and between her large boobs. I was in over my head here and there was no doubt in my mind that this was the girl of my dreams.
"Ms. Haymes first let me say, the job is yours and you can start tomorrow if you wish. My only question is, and I realize this is highly inappropriate but I have to ask. Do you see anything wrong about dating your boss?"
I didn't know what to expect, a blush or my face slapped but the smile on her face surprised me.
"Mr. Harris I'll have to answer your question with one of my own. Are you married? I ask that because I just lost my last job because I was dating my boss and his
wife found out."
I assured her I was not know or ever been, married and I asked if that meant a yes could we go out that very night.
"Better than going out, why don't you come to my place and have dinner. Do like Italian?"
I told her that was great and that I'd bring the wine. She gave me her address and said to be there by eight.
I could not get the view of her leaving my office out of my head and by noon l knew I was wasting my time at work. Besides, I had a lot to do before eight. I ran home and picked up my new suit to take to the cleaners for a pressing. I decided to go whole hog so I went to the haberdashers and picked up a new shirt, tie and pocked square, then I bought a new pair of silk boxers with the hope I'd be able to show them off to my new date. Next, I went to the fanciest wine shop I knew and bought the best Chianti they had and then a bottle of port for desert. From there to the florist and then home to get ready.
I kept telling myself not to get my hopes up, that this was just a first date but still I wanted everything to go perfect. When I knocked, it was only seven-thirty and I hoped she wouldn't be upset with me for being early. When she opened the door, I lied that I came early maybe to help with dinner. She said everything was ready and to come in and relax.
She was wearing a spandex jump suit that looked as if it was painted on and it accentuated every curve from her big boobs down to her camel toe and large thighs. I told her she looked terrific and she said she could only wear this outfit around the house, for she feared that if she wore it in public, she'd be arrested. I laughed and said I could be arrested for what I was thinking.
Over dinner, I told her that I was quite smitten with her and she laughed at my old-fashioned word. I reached over and kissed her and I told her I couldn't help myself.
"Listen Joe, I not sure you know what you're getting into. I'm a very demanding woman and I would expect a lot from a man I dated."
I got off my chair and knelt before her on one knee,
"Try me; I would like nothing better than to satisfy your demands."
I kissed her hand and she ruffled my hair,
"You may be in over your head but we can give it a try. Do you know who cooked our dinner? My ex-husband that's who, I have nothing to do with him and yet he still serves me in any way I wish."
When I said her husband was a lucky man I think that convinced her, I was serious.
"Come on Joe let's just see if you're up to pleasing a real woman."
She took my hand and led me to her bedroom. She had a king sized bed with mirrors on three walls and even one on the ceiling. She told me I could undress her and my hands trembled as I slid her zipper all the way down past her butt. I peeled the suit off and she held her balance on my head as I knelt to take it off her legs. Her ass was flabby but still it held that bubble shape and I kissed each cheek. As she sat on the bed leisurely rubbing her nipples, I quickly undressed. Once I was naked, she patted the bed and told me to lie down. On my back, she climbed up on my chest and then sat herself on my face. Her knees pinned my arms to the bed and her thighs held my head in place with her hairless pussy was in my face. I felt like I was in heaven as I licked her juices. I glanced up to see her watching herself in the mirror and couldn't help but think how sexy it was to have a big woman who knew she was in control.
She leaned down a little to put her clit in my mouth and I held it tight with my lips as I licked the tip with my tongue. She must have like this because she came with a scream. She leaned down to rest with her arms on the pillow above my head Her pussy on my face and her belly covering the rest of my head it was so erotic and even thought I could hardly breathe I wished I could remain like that forever. However, Judy had other plans for me as she got up turned around and sat that fantastic ass on my face. She reached around behind her and spread those luscious cheeks and now I had my tongue in her pussy and my nose in her anus. She moved her ass over my mouth and at the same time, she bent over me to take my cock in her mouth. Her wet mouth felt so good I was afraid I might just cum at that moment, so I tried to concentrate on pushing my tongue up her butt hole. I keep stretching my tongue forcing it as deep as I could. I actually tried to fuck her with my tongue and suddenly she climaxed.
After she came, she sat back up and although she had stopped sucking me my face was still buried under her ass. She began to play with me then she told me she wanted me to cum and I just erupted. She climbed off me, saying she needed to pee and leaving the door open, she talked to me as I listened to her stream of urine rushing out of her into the bowl. I watched her reach for the tissue so I rushed in and asked her to allow me to do the honors. I wiped the drips of golden honey from her pussy and flushed for her after she rose.
She put on a robe and told me it was time for me to go so I put just my pants and shirt on while I carried the rest of my clothes on my arm. I asked when I could see her again and all she would say was,
"We'll see what kind of a boss you are first."
In my car, I could smell her scent; it was so erotic I knew I would sleep with her on my face all night. I was excited about work and I knew I had the sexiest secretary but how in the world would I be able to get her to do anything. How could I care about work when all I wanted was to be under her ass again.
The End.
Katie Gets Her Wish
After several weeks of listening to his wife talk about wanting to be dominated by another woman, Jamie decided it was time to grant Katie's wish.
Jamie phoned me on Monday and asked if I knew of any professional Dommes who would be willing to give Katie a taste of domination. As luck would have it, I'd recently met the owner of a private club who specialized in training women to be obedient spouses. As I was telling Jamie what I knew, I asked if he'd allow me to go along to observe the session if he decided to use the club's services. He said I could, but only if I acted as the liaison and made all the arrangements according to his desires. That was fine with me!
After finishing our conversation, I found the business card I'd been given by Lady Desiree and called her to work out the details. I explained that Jamie's wife, Katie, had never been with another woman, much less ever been dominated by one, but had fantasized about it for quite some time. I could almost hear her smile as I said that. We talked more about the things Jamie wanted to happen and then setup an appointment for Saturday evening. Lady Desiree suggested it would be better if we did not tell Katie about our plans because the element of surprise would make everything more intense.
When Saturday afternoon arrived, I drove to Jamie's house to put our plans into action. Jamie had told Katie the three of us were going out for dinner and had already sent her to bathe. While she was washing, he and I looked through her clothes and found a slinky, aqua colored micro-mini-dress for her to wear, along with a pair of black heels. That was all she'd be wearing besides a black leather collar. He laid the apparel on the bed and we waited for her to emerge from her bath. It was obvious she wasn't aware of my presence as she stepped into the bedroom completely nude. It wasn't the first time I'd seen her naked, but she nonetheless seemed somewhat unnerved. Jamie grinned and made some flattering comments about his tall, toned wife's body and then asked if I'd ever thought about fucking her. I smiled and answered that fucking her wasn't the only thing I'd thought about doing to her. He and I laughed as she stared in disbelief.
"There's been a slight change of plans, Katie," Jamie said. "Put on your make-up, fix your hair and then put on this dress."
"Just that?" she asked.
Jamie's voice changed from warm and friendly to cold and stern. "The dress, these shoes, and this collar."
With a look of shock Katie asked, "Just that? If I bend over in that my breasts will fall out and everybody behind me will get a good look at my bottom!"
"In that case, you'd better be careful how you move," he replied. "Now, get ready! And brush those pubes so they look extra pretty."
Jamie pushed her over to her make-up table, sat her down and gave her a serio
us stare before turning towards me, grinning like a kid with a new toy.
While we sat and waited for her to get ready, Jamie asked what I'd meant about wanting to do more than just fuck his wife, especially since he'd had her suck my cock many times. I asked if he really wanted to know because I didn't want to take a chance on ruining our friendship. After a brief pause, he said he wanted to know and hoped that at least some of my wants would match the things he wanted the three of us to do together. Just after I'd told him how I wanted to spank her over my knees, Katie cleared her throat. I paused as the two of us looked up to see her towering above us. She was wearing the collar, heels and dress, as instructed. Boldly, I lifted the bottom of her dress to examine her wisp of pubic hair.
"Now that's a pretty pussy, Jamie! I'll bet you never get tired of playing with that!"
Jamie turned to look at me and replied, "Oh, yeah! No matter what I put in her, she keeps it tight for me."
Katie gasped and blushed as she pushed my hand away from the hem of her dress. "Jamie!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, don't be such a prude. I've told John about most of the things I've put up your pussy. Some of the things he suggested!"
Jamie and I stood up and admired Katie's appearance. The satiny material clung to her breasts. What she'd said earlier about how she'd give everybody a show if she bent over was no exaggeration, and just to prove the point, Jamie told her to bend over. He patted her shapely ass and asked me to help her get her breasts back inside the dress. I gave her nipples a hard squeeze as I did.
"Katie, it's time for us to go. Grab a towel. John, get the leash from the closet and fasten it to her collar, please."
When she returned with a towel, I hooked the leash to her collar and handed the leather wrist strap to her husband. Katie looked concerned but also aroused. Jamie slipped his fingers between her pussy lips, smiled and said, "That's what the towel is for, my dear. Don't want to stain John's car seat!"
Jamie and I led her outside to the car. Although the sun was setting, there was still enough light that if anybody looked when Katie bent down to spread out the towel and get into the backseat of the car, they would've seen her nakedness. Jamie sat in the front passenger seat and I got in the driver's seat. I turned to Jamie and asked, "Are you ready to do this?"
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