A Kept Woman's Lust: Part 2

A Kept Woman's Lust: Part 2

A KEPT WOMAN'S LUST: PART 2. LEAVING ROME FOR OSCAR AND DENMARK.. BASED ON A POST BY AINU2 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/ainu2/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/AKeptWomansLust2.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/AKeptWomansLust2.jpg] Ever since my teens, when I first saw the cock of Alex, my neighbor, as we learned about sex from each other, I've been obsessed with them. It's like erect cocks are something magical or something. I love looking at them, taking them in my mouth and sucking on them, pulling cum out of them, just feeling them, jerking them off, and, of course, feeling them moving inside me. I think that down deep somewhere I want one for myself, I envy guys having those terrific cocks. And, just as every cock is unique to some extent, guys use them differently. I'm always horny. I can be wet enough to let a cock push into me in seconds after the idea of fucking enters my mind. I'm usually sort of in a hurry. I don't want to fool around, I want to grab that cock and swallow it, or get it in my vagina. I'm not really into slowly building up to anything, I'm ready now. Most guys are like me. They just want to fuck and the sooner the better. Most guys also are intent on doing what they want, not what the female wants. Some guys, the smarter ones, have learned that the sex comes out better overall if they make the female happy, make the female desire them and not just be a cum receptacle. I've even learned that, too, and purposely try and make the guy feel good by telling him how sexy he is or what a great cock he has. But I've never learned to tease and slowly build to a climax. I'm always ready now. I've had guys who purposely tease and slowly work towards climaxing. It isn't natural. I think some woman has taught them to do that. I have to admit that when the climax finally comes with them, it's a good one. But I've laid there with a guy licking my clit, after I've already cum twice, almost yelling, "fuck me, damn it, fuck me." Oscar's a terrific lover. He truly wants to satisfy me, wants to do whatever it is that I want him to do. He's gentle. It's almost as if he thinks I'm some goddess and my body is something sacred that he hopes I'll let him use. It's nice. But he can also really bang into me full force when we get to it and I'm telling him, "harder, faster." He's also very healthy, in good shape, can get it up again fairly quickly. All in all, a terrific guy to be with. So, we never leave his room until lunch time. A late lunch at that. We have paninis, which I discover is basically a sandwich, this one ham and cheese that's been heated in an oven, in a dinky little shop. It's delicious. I have a bottle of water, Oscar has a beer. I'll drink a little on occasion but not often. I prefer to remain sharp, feel what I feel and not dull my senses. Then to the coliseum. We take a guided tour and afterwards Oscar and I go into some of the areas that were beneath the floor originally. Rooms where the gladiators lived, where wild animals were stored. Then down the train another couple stops to the Circus Maximus which today is disappointing, it's basically a big field. Oscar told me about the wild chariot races they used to have. He's a terrific guide, I like being with him. Later, in almost twilight, we wander through the old forum, now all ruins, and Oscar tells me all of the things that used to happen there. Then dinner in another small restaurant. Spaghetti carbonara, which I've never had before and certainly will again, and a salad of tomatoes and cheese, Caprese, I think it's called, that I'll also have again. I even have a glass of red wine. Then back to the room for some sex. I'm more turned on to Oscar than ever now. I can only hope he stays as horny as he is now after he's fucked me forty or fifty times. Nest morning, more sex. Then the Spanish steps, at least a half dozen churches that are all marvelous and I remain amazed how much Oscar knows. He says he's just red a lot about Italy. After lunch back to the room for some more sex. Dinner out and then the Opera. Outdoors in a huge old place, used to be public baths. I've never been to an opera before. Rigoletto this one is called. I have to admit that most of it went over my head but I like it and the total experience is unbelievable. It's sort of late when we get back so just a little sex but then a little more in the morning. I'll have to talk Oscar into getting rooms with their own bathrooms from now on. That bath down the hall is a problem, particularly with all the sex we're having and my having to clean myself out so often. It does let us shower together but a lot of the time there are other people in the bathroom and that isn't conducive to having sex, at least for me. I never thought of it before but I guess I'm a little more private than I might have thought. I do know that I've had opportunities before for group sex, several people involved, and I've always steered clear of that. I love sex enough that I often have more than one guy on the string but I experience them one at a time. We have a couple more places to see the next day and we get to the bank so I can get my ATM card and be able to access money all over Italy. I let Oscar know that I'm willing to share the costs of some things, like rooms with a bath, I don't need to free load off him all the time. We'll see but from the way he acts, I don't think I'll be spending much, he seems to want to be my benefactor. So I'm back to being a kept woman again. Except I don't get left in the room while he's out, we go out together. Lots and lots of time together and for me, at least, I like him more the more I'm with him. Then by train to Naples. Old city, lots of small streets bending around, easy to get lost. Visit Pompeii, Oscar knows a lot about it all. Must have been horrible when it happened and the whole town got buried in volcanic ash and lava. On to Positano. Beautiful little town located where mountains meet the sea so it's tiered way up the steep hill. Oscar is great to be with. We have sex a lot. The more often I experience his cock the more I love it. I think he'd almost prefer eating me to fucking me, which is great. He then tells me that he'd like to change our itinerary a little, spend some time at a romantic spot up in Tuscany. I know nothing about all this so I agree. We go back to Rome on the train and he surprises me and rents a car. A tiny little Fiat with a gear shift. Apparently we're going some place that is hard to get to on public transportation. We drive most of the day. We end up exactly where he planned. He learned about this place from someone he knows and I guess he called from Positano and made arrangements. It's a small complex of buildings, all stone. The owner must have spent a lot of money converting old farm buildings and a home into this. We have a room with bath. I would guess that there must be five or six other rooms plus a separate house. Lots of land. A beautiful swimming pool. Oscar suggested that we relax by taking a swim, even though it's what I would consider to be dinner time. But, it's still light and warm, so why not. I actually have a swim suit with me. A red, minimal bikini. As we start across the lawn to the pool, Oscar tells me, "Diane, that bathing suit is so sexy. I want to stop right here and attack you. I don't think you can imagine how sexy you are." "Oscar, if you want to attack me, it's fine with me. Seeing you makes me feel like attacking you, too. You're a very handsome guy. And I love your cock." He pulls me to him and holds me tight and we kiss. "Fuck," he says as he breaks the kiss. He then turns and runs and dives into the pool so I run after him and also dive in. I glide through the water and surface and look around and don't see him. I feel something and look down and he's got his face against my pussy, well actually against my bathing suit, and he's trying to bite me a little, just with his lips, not his teeth. I spread my legs to give him room and he continues for a minute or so and then has to pop up to catch his breath. We're against the side in the deep end of the pool. There are three kids, maybe six or seven years old, in the shallow end. There are four or five adults sitting on folding chairs around the side of the pool. Everyone is looking at us. I smile at the closest people and say, "Hi." Both smile back, one just nods but the man says "Hi," in return. Oscar's smiling at them, too. He's facing me, his hands on the pool coping on either side of me. "We're going to need to go back to our room soon, I want you very, very much." he almost whispers to me. "I want you, too," I quietly answer, "Why don't we swim a couple laps and then go back, just to let all these people know we meant to come to the pool." We stay there five days. It's like a honeymoon probably should be. I love sex, can't get enough. Well, I come as close to getting enough as I ever have. Maybe actually more than enough. We come out to eat meals (although the place supplies a breakfast, croissant and coffee, so we can stay in all morning when we want) and to make quick day trips to Sienna and a couple small hill towns. In the morning, I wake up and suck off his gorgeous cock and then he eats me and then we fuck. As always, he eats me like he's hungry for me, giving me two orgasms and we fuck in several positions because he lasts and lasts. It's glorious. We take a shower which gets us both horny and we fuck again. Then we go out and get a meal and a visit to some place and come back and get naked on the bed and start over. We learn that the other guests are sight seeing so the pool is all ours during the day. The first time we're alone in the pool and Oscar starts trying to much on my pussy, I pull my bottom off so he can get at me. When he comes up for air, I push his trunks down so his cock is free and we fuck in the pool, both of us vertical. When I go to reach for my bikini bottoms on the side of the pool, he helps boost me up and I sit there, bare bottomed, my legs in the water while he eats me. I jump back in the pool after cumming and pull him to the shallow end where I sit him on a step and 3/4 of his cock sticks up out of the water and I get my mouth and hands on it and suck him until he's almost ready to cum and then I get up against him and sit down on it and we fuck until he cums. We go back to the room to get dressed but take the time to fuck again, then dress and go out and eat something and come back to the room. Each day we do this. I must have a dozen orgasms a day, often more, and he cums five or six times. I doubt if it's possible for two people to have sex any more often. Because if we could, we would. In between he sucks on my nipples and feels me all over and I do the same to him. It's as good a time as I've ever had in my life. Then up to Florence where I see the greatest art in the world, then on to Venice. There's no way to describe Venice, it has to be experienced. We have sex all the time. And then four weeks is up. Oscar has to go back to Denmark. I learn he isn't Oscar. That's how I would spell it. He's Oskar. Last name Sorensen. He wants me to come with him to his home in Denmark. His apartment, actually. I want to go because I want the sex to continue. I also realize, I like being with him, want to continue being with him. So I agree to go with him but let him know that I have to go back to the US. soon. I'll need to see if I can get my old job back or else find a new job. Since times are sort of tough, putting all that off for a little while makes some sense. But I realize that all that thinking of mine is a fake, I really just want us to continue the great sex. His apartment in Copenhagen is great! Two bedrooms, living room, kitchen, bath. Very modern. Wood floors, white walls, modern metal and black leather furniture, photos with black frames on the walls. Roomy, lots of windows, lots of light. Located on the top floor, which is the fifth floor, of a fairly new building right down town. He walks to his job at the museum. Our first day there we spend the entire time naked, continuing our habit of feeling and holding each other and having sex as often as possible. I love the feel and taste of his cock so I usually suck him for as long as I think I can before switching and having him fuck me until he cums. After the first couple times, he lasts a long time before cumming so we manage to have him in me, in one position or another, for literally hours. I don't think I've ever really loved anything more. Oskar has to go to work in the morning so I set the alarm early enough for us to have sex before he leaves. The clock is right next to me so when it goes off, I stop it quickly and turn over to reach down and get at Oskar's lovely cock. It's already up and ready. That must be the norm, for guys to wake up erect because I've experienced it often before. I slide my hand up and down, feeling it, as I move around to get my naked body down where I can get my mouth to him. I kiss the head, lick it, then get my lips over it and start sucking and licking. Oskar finally wakes as I take most of him into my mouth. I can't imagine anything sexier than a delicious big cock first thing in the morning. I finally get him to cum and swallow it all. He almost picks me up to move around and get his face to my pussy. He's so good at eating me. He knows what I like and it's obvious that he loves doing it. I'm fairly sure he'd just as soon have his tongue in me as his cock. Although, technically, his tongue isn't in me much, it's just up from my vagina, working my clit back and forth. It's his fingers in my vagina. He never stops when I orgasm but just keeps sucking and licking me to at least one more. Then his cock slides into me, filling me so nicely and he bangs into me hard and fast. I get another orgasm before he does. We both need a shower. Washing each other's naked bodies gets us aroused until he lifts my leg and starts pushing back into me. I lift my other leg, hang onto him with my arms around his neck and my legs on his hips as he fucks me, standing up in the shower. There couldn't be a better way to prepare for the day. He tells me how to get to the museum and we plan to meet there. After he leaves I lay around a little and then dress and go out. I have a map and walk around and find the American embassy. I also find the Scandinavian Airline Ticket office where I can buy a return ticket to California. I stop at an ATM and take out another 500 Euros. It's interesting that I put the money in a bank in Italy but can get at it just about anywhere in the world. I've only spent a few hundred up to now, Oskar pays for everything. From the size and look of his apartment I'm beginning to realize he earns good money or else has some money of his own. Up to now, he was just a very sexy back packer that I've been sleeping with. Here in Copenhagen, he's back to his real life and that's apparently much different. It's close to lunch time so I go to the museum and ask at the reception desk for Oskar. So far, everyone I've talked to in Denmark seems to automatically understand and speak English, so language has been no problem. We go to a restaurant for lunch. I let him know that if we ate at his apartment, maybe we could eat each other, too, but we never get there. Back at the museum, he takes me on a tour and introduces me to several people. I'm sure I'll never remember their names. He also tells me that this weekend he'd like us to go out and meet a number of his friends. I let him know that I'm thinking of returning to California and he tries to talk me into staying a little longer. When he comes home from the museum, I'm naked and ready for sex. Soon we're both naked and have a very good round of sex. As he's over me in the missionary position, pounding into me, he says, "I could do this for the rest of my life." I let him know that he can sure do it as often as he wants because I love it. We talk a while, work together getting dinner ready, still both naked. After, we fool around a while and eat each other and then fuck. He lasts forever. It's what I've liked about him from the beginning, lots of sex. He has the stamina to last and last. Although I actually like him any way. He was a great guide through Italy, very helpful, very kind and nice. We take a shower, getting ready for bed, which invigorates us enough for some more sex. The next morning is a repeat of the previous morning, wake up sex, a shower and more sex. He's gone to work and I'm just siting there, naked, thinking about how good the sex is and starting to plan on getting back to California, and the door bell rings. Crap, who could it be? Do I let anyone in? I don't know anything much about Denmark and this apartment and what to do. I run into the bedroom and pull a light pair of shorts out of my Duffle bag and a t-shirt, pull them on and go to the door. I look through the little spy hole and see this woman standing there. Looks what I would think is middle age, maybe late forties, early fifties. Dressed nicely, as if she's off to business. Actually a nice looking lady. Crap, what is she? Is this her building and I'm not supposed to be here? What? So I open the door. She says something to me in Danish. At least I guess it's Danish, I don't understand her at all. "I'm sorry," I say, "I only speak English. Can you speak English?" "Yes, of course," she says, "I should have known better. I'm Oskar's mother." What do I do? "Come in," I say to her, "Oskar is at work." "I know," she says, "I just thought I should come and meet the girl he plans on marrying." "Marrying?" I manage to squeak out. "I don't think so. I'm planning on returning to California in a few days." "Oh? From what Oskar has said the last several weeks over the telephone, I thought you were getting married." "Not me," is all I could think to say. "I've never even thought of marriage. I mean, he's never asked me." "Well, what will you do when he does, because he plans to." "My first thought is, I'll run. But as I think about it, I guess I would have to answer him, discuss it. Would he be expecting me to move here, where I know no one and don't even speak the language? Or, maybe, he would give up his job and move to America? Would he expect me to be with him only, for the rest of my life? And he would never have another woman but me until he dies? That's what I can think of right now but this is such a surprise that I'm not sure what might happen." "I think I made a mistake in bringing this up," she says to me. "From the way Oskar talked, I thought you were both madly in love and ready to marry and I wanted to meet anyone who could make Oskar feel that way. It could take him forever to get around to introducing us." "I think he's confusing sex with love. I'm not. I mean, the sex is terrific, I like being with him a lot. Love being wi

A Kept Woman's Lust: Part 1

A KEPT WOMAN'S LUST: PART 1. DIANE ALWAYS WANTS MORE. AND MORE. BASED ON A POST BY AINU2 [https://www.literotica.com/authors/ainu2/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/AKeptWomansLust1.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/AKeptWomansLust1.jpg] I've always loved sex, right from the beginning. Like a lot of other girls, I'm sure, I started with a neighbor boy. I mean, they're the ones that are convenient when you're at the age you decide you really, really need to find out what it's all about. And you know them so you can trust them. Because it's all a little scary at first. Anyway, Alex was two years older, very quiet and shy. I'm sure it was me and not him that led us through every step. We did it all, from showing each other our privates to touching to oral to actually fucking. I think I knew the moment I saw his erection that I wanted it, wanted to taste it, wanted to feel it inside me. I had looked at lots of porn. We actually got very good at it, both loving it all a lot. Naked, spending hours doing everything we could; other times finding an odd moment around the corner when we could have a quickie. As shy and quiet as he was and is, I'm sure our having sex helped Alex a lot later when he was at college. I got to the point I needed even more and added a second guy, without Alex ever knowing. I would have sex with one of them, and then a few hours later with the other. And I never stopped. I've had lots and lots of sex and have loved it all. I tried to keep from being too sluttish even though I realize that I am a slut. I would generally have one, sometimes two, occasionally even three, guys that I was having sex with and would stay with each of them them for a while. I didn't go pick up guys in bars for one nighters and don't think I ever got a bad reputation for being too sexually active, even though I was. Fortunately, I inherited good genes. I'm attractive. Great body. Tits a little too big for the rest of me, good ass, nice legs, small waist. Pretty enough face, maybe cute would be more honest. I was really blond as a kid, almost white haired, and slowly darkened some over the years until I'm still blond, sort of sun streaked blond, but with a little help nowadays. I keep my pussy shaved so nobody can tell. Unfortunately, academics was never my strong suit. So I never went to college. Have had to work to earn a living. Was a waitress but moved into retail sales, clerking in a store. I manage to make good enough money to support me. I'm better at getting men to buy than women. I suspect that many of them would love to buy me but instead I have them settle for what I sell them. Eventually I became the top sales clerk at a high-end men's clothing store. Which is how I met Tony. He wanted me and not what I was selling. Oh, he bought stuff, but really wanted me. He's very attractive, very manly. Tall, dark and handsome, the old cliché. With more money that he knows what to do with. I'm fairly sure it's illegal but I don't dig into all that. He finally got me. For a weekend first. But now, I've lived with him for about three months. A kept woman. I know it's not smart. He's married with children so this won't last forever. But he is so very, very good in bed and is almost insatiable and can get it up over and over, which means he actually meets my huge needs. And he can afford absolutely anything. I live like a princess. Admittedly, it's a little like the princess locked away in a tower. I don't have a life anymore except fucking Tony and being spoiled rotten. I read a lot. And that reading is starting to get to me. We're now in Italy. In a truly grand hotel. Rome. We're here because it all has something to do with Tony's business. I've red travel books about Italy. About all kinds of places but since we're in Italy, Italy is what I think of. I really want to visit a lot of the places I've red about. I can visit the ones just blocks away. The Vatican, Trevi fountain and so on, and I have. But there's a lot more out there and Tony doesn't want me wandering off very far. Protecting me, probably, but stifling me actually. I'm definitely getting a little itchy about killing time all day waiting for him to come home and fuck me. I need something to do. Back in LA I had a lot of friends and I worked until a couple months ago, it wasn't a problem. But here, I'm beginning to realize the down side of being a kept woman. Maybe it's all a mistake. So I'm sitting at a little table, among a bunch of other tables on what is sort of a very wide sidewalk or colonnade in front of the hotel, having a coke. Just killing time. This guy comes over and asks if he can sit at my table. Asks in English so he must recognize me as American. Hitting one me, most likely. I look at him. He's tall and pretty slim. Has on shorts, boots, a wide brim hat and carries a backpack. Actually a very good looking guy and obviously in good shape. Looks like someone who's hiking around. What the heck, I figure. Might make the afternoon more pleasant. "Sure," I say, looking him up and down. "You're a very pretty girl," he says as he sits on the chair next to me. Accent of some sort, not an American. "Thanks," I reply. "You look like someone backpacking around the country." "Yes I am," he says. "It's a great way to see the real countryside and how people actually live." "How long have you been doing this?" "Oh, I've done it most vacations for several years. Have you ever done anything similar?" I smile. "No, never have. It might be interesting, though. How long are you doing it this year, how much time do you still have?" I'm beginning to remember a guy built like this that I was with for several months a couple years ago. Tall and almost skinny but with a really great cock, sort of long and skinny like his body. I bet this guy is like that. "Oh, I've just started, got to Rome yesterday. I have four weeks off. From here, I think I'll go to Naples, then Florence, then perhaps Venice. Have you ever traveled in Italy?" "No, my first time here. I've been here just a few days. How do you travel? How much will a month traveling cost you?" "You're very nosy but that's all right. I travel on public facilities, buses, trains, subways. I stay in inexpensive pensiones, you know, rooms off the main thoroughfares. I'm budgeting 3,000 Euros for my vacation. But why do you want to know?" "I'm not sure. I have some ideas but I haven't thought them out. Do you travel alone?" "At the moment, yes. But I would be very happy to have someone share the experiences. A pretty girl perhaps?" I grin. Nothing bashful about him. I don't think he realizes that the rooms I'm in with Tony probably cost six or seven hundred Euros a day. With meals out in good restaurants and hired limos, Tony might spend this guy's 3000 Euros in a day. "Is that an offer? I would probably help you run through your Euros much quicker." "Oh, I could spend more if I had a good reason," he comes back with a dirty smile. "You're trying to pick me up, aren't you?" "Well, you're very attractive, so, yes, I guess I should admit it. Is there anything wrong with that? "I should tell you that I'm not interested in any one night stands. I love sex. I don't want to mislead you. But I prefer ongoing relationships. The sex is much better that way, I think. For instance, from what you've said, a month or more together could be pleasant and it could be horrible if the two weren't compatible." I was getting a little horny. I was also a little envious that he managed to do whatever he wanted and I was sort of trapped. His grin was even bigger and dirtier. "Compatibility would be easy to establish, wouldn't it? The afternoon is young and my room is only minutes away." "You don't waste any time, do you? Well, why not? I think I'm in the mood. Let's go. But remember, I warned you. If you're as good as I hope, you may be stuck with me for awhile." I think he's surprised that he's succeeded. I get up and then, he realizes what I've said and jumps up and puts his hand on my waist to lead me away. I go along with him. "I'm Diane," I tell him. "American. And you?" "Oscar, from Denmark." "Oscar," I say out loud. "I've never been with an Oscar. And maybe I should say that I'm in Rome with someone and in a couple hours he'll be returning so I don't have a whole lot of time right now" "I'm realizing that you're not exactly the simple but very attractive young girl I thought I was meeting," he tells me, "You're much more complicated and interesting." We hiked up to what I would call the third floor but here is the second because the ground floor is not the first floor, the next one up is the first floor. Does that make any sense? The room was minimal, double bed, window, chair, chest of drawers, mirror, sink with hot and cold water. Apparently the bathroom is down the hall. I'm a little out of breath from climbing but Oscar certainly isn't because he pulls me to him and kisses me. A really sexy kiss showing lots of promise. As we break the kiss, I say, "No use wasting time, let's get naked so we can get at each other," and I start unbuttoning my blouse. Oscar is no slouch. He actually gets out of his things faster than me -- boxer shorts, I noted, not briefs. "You are absolutely the sexiest, best built, most attractive girl I've ever been with," he tells me and kisses me again, his hands running down my back and pulling my ass close against him. I want to get in as much sex as I can and I know I don't have a lot of time. I'll need to shower and use the bidet when I get back and be ready for Tony to eat me almost as soon as he sees me. I sure can't have him slurping out Oscar's cum. I think that would upset him at the very least. I had got just a glimpse of Oscar's cock before he held me tight and kissed me and it looked to be what I expected, longer than usual. Now, I needed to find out for sure. So when he finally stopped kissing me, I pretty much just dropped down, sliding through his arms, onto my knees, so I could get at his cock. I've made use of more cocks than I probably should have at my age. I'm 23 and I've looked up close like this at maybe a dozen,well, maybe a few more than that. And each one is a little different. They're all sexy as hell but some are almost beautiful and some almost ugly. Long ones, short ones, thick ones, clean and firm, some with veins almost popping out, some with weird shaped heads that look almost too big for the shaft to hold. I've red that size doesn't matter it's how you use it and I agree to some extent. The guy with the smallest cock I've been with was actually a very good lover, we lasted several months together. But all other things being equal, bigger gives you different feelings inside, more feelings. I also red where the average size is about six inches. To get an average it would mean some are bigger than that and some smaller. Well, all mine have been on white guys in Southern California that are fairly well built otherwise and my experience would say the average must be a little more than claimed. But then I've never been with guys that are over all small or huge and I guess cocks would sort of go along with overall size. Maybe that's why Walt Chamberlain at over seven feet tall had so many females that wanted to experience his cock. If it matched his overall size it would probably be huge. Well, any way, here's Oscar's. As I expected, it's long, maybe as long as any I've had before and maybe slightly longer. It's not unusually thick or fat but it's thick enough. And it's not circumcised. This is only my second not circumcised. So the head is sort of hiding inside it's hoodie or whatever that's called. And it's not really all the way up yet. I mean, it's half way there, standing out and not hanging. But as I hold it and feel his balls with my other hand, it grows and gets more and more firm and hard. I look up at him and tell him, "You have a really great cock, Oscar." It's true but I have to admit I've said that a number of times before. I kiss the end and turn my head to lick along the side. I'm never going to be able to deep throat this. I've learned how and done it before but this thing would go down my throat enough to hit that flap, whatever it's called, that might aim it into my lungs. I'd suffocate. But let's give it a whirl and see. I open my mouth wide enough and get the end into my mouth. As it hardens, the head peeks out a little more. I lick around the head and can push the foreskin with my tongue. Interesting. I take more of it into my mouth and grasp the base with my fingers. I start jerking him off a little with my fingers as I slide my lips back and forth, keeping my tongue working on him. I've always lover oral sex, love the whole feel of sucking a cock. I think I could suck on one for hours. Well, maybe not, my jaw would probably get tired. The more I work on his cock, the hotter I get. I move my hand from fondling his balls to reach down between my legs and start playing with myself. I grip him as tight as I can with my lips and work back and forth, also working him with my fingers. So far, he's just standing there letting me do my thing. Some guys start using their hips to try and fuck my mouth. I'm glad he isn't because I'd just as soon do it the way I want. I want to get his load, find out what it tastes like. I hope I love it. I usually do, although I've had a couple that tasted odd. If the guy stops me it usually means he wants to fuck me. And that's Okay. but I'd rather he let me finish him because that always means that he'll then eat me and I love that. He's starting to moan, make noises, his hips are moving a little but not enough to be a bother. I work him even faster and harder and then I can feel it. It always happens, they actually seem to get even stiffer or bigger just before they shoot. And, wow, does he shoot. Almost forces me off but I hold tight with my lips and swallow. Then more and more. I swallow it all. I almost wish he had lasted longer, I'd like to suck on him longer, but I pull off some and then take him back in and lick him clean and pull out any last drops, a couple passes and then I sit back and just look at his cock. Big and red, the whole head showing now. I start to look up at him but he reaches down and gets his hands under my arms and lifts me up. "You are the sexiest woman in the world," Oscar almost growls at me, then hugs me close and kisses me. My feet are off the floor, he's holding me up against his body. Still holding me, he takes a couple steps and lays us both down onto the bed. Still kissing me, his hands start all over my body, feeling me, caressing me. He slides down some and gets his hands and mouth to my tits, kisses both and sucks on one as he fondles the other, his spare hand now down between my legs. Then he's kissing down over my stomach, uses his hands to force my legs apart and gets down between my legs and his face to my pussy. I think he's trying to suck my whole pussy into his mouth. I've done this a lot before and have never had anyone almost attack me like this. I get my one leg up onto his shoulder and let the other leg drop off to the side, I use my leg on his shoulder to raise my ass enough so he can get his mouth to my pussy even better. His tongue is moving all over me, from my ass hole to my clit and back again, over and over. He slides a finger into me and gets his lips on my clit. Fuck, I love this. So I tell him, "Oscar, I love this." He doesn't even mumble a reply, just keeps his attack going on. He gets another finger into me and starts moving them, fast and hard, fucking me with his fingers as he almost chews on my clit. I'm going to cum, I can feel it building. I hope he's had enough time to get hard again because I want him in me. I'm cumming. It's fantastic, feels so great, but I know I'm getting all over his face. "Fuck me, Oscar," I can tell I'm almost yelling. He's up over me now and I can feel that cock of his starting into me. Fuck, this is perfect, just what I want. He's in me, filling me. I love that cock of his. "More," I almost scream. "Harder. Faster." That's what he does. He's pounding into me. All I can see is his chest but I can feel his whole body slamming into me, fucking me. It goes on and on. I cum again and he continues to pound into me. It's perfect, I've never felt better in my life. And then he's cumming. I can feel it shooting inside me. He's out of me, to my side, kissing me, running his hands over me. "You are the sexiest woman in the world," he tells me again as he continues to kiss me and feel my body. He puts his arms around me and pulls me close against him. I push with my legs and roll us a little so that I'm laying on top of him. I kiss him and he holds my ass with one hand and my upper back with the other. "How long are you going to be in Rome?" I ask, looking down at his face. "I was going to be here four or five days, seeing everything I wanted. But I can stay longer." "No, there's no need for that. Where after Rome?" "Well, I'm down here so I might as well go further South to Naples." "Why Naples?" "Well, a long time ago, when Italy wasn't Italy but a bunch of separate little states or countries, Naples was the richest and most important of all. There's a lot to see there. And then there's Pompeii and Herculaneum nearby and it's also easy to move down to Sorrento and Positano and the Isle of Capri, all beautiful." "But isn't Naples poor now?" "Yes, I guess it is. It's pretty much run by organized crime. And no place run by crime mobs ever does very well, the criminals siphon off everything. I mean, nobody can build up a good business and profit from it because the mob takes its share. And if the mob takes over, they can't run a straight business, they've got to cut corners so they never do too well. In fact, Sicily is a lot like that, too. In fact a lot of italy is messed up by corruption. But there's still so much beauty here. You'd love Positano, it's lovely." "Yeah, I think I would. I've red a lot about the, what is it, the Amalfi coast." All the time we're talking, I'm using one hand to play with his cock, trying to get him up again. And I like t

Fresh Out of College

FRESH OUT OF COLLEGE CHRISTINE'S FIRST DAY IN THE GRAPHIC DESIGN INDUSTRY. BASED ON A POST BY ANONYMOUSPERV [https://www.literotica.com/authors/AnonymousPerv/works/stories]. LISTEN TO THE ►PODCAST [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/FreshOutOfCollege.mp3] AT STEAMY STORIES [https://feeds.feedburner.com/steamy-stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-erotic-stories/FreshOutOfCollege.jpg] CHRISTINE'S FIRST DAY ON THE JOB. A BUSTY BEAUTY SUCCUMBS TO UNUSUAL WORK PRACTICES. Christine Hastings couldn't believe her good fortune. Fresh out of college, the first application she sent in, she got a call back for an interview. Having graduated with a bachelor of arts in graphic arts, she knew the field was small, so she wasn't expecting much so early on. Dawson Design was a small, but growing firm, located in downtown Columbus. Brad Dawson ran the place by himself, building his business one client at a time. Now he was at a point where he needed a staff member, someone who was skilled in all aspects of Adobe Print, Web and Video applications; someone who could do some of the grunt work, while he focused on building the business. He was willing to look for applicants straight of school, knowing he would be able to pay them slightly less while they acquired invaluable experience in their field. When Brad submitted his listing for a graphic artist, he was surprised by how many resumes he received. Mostly experienced, but over-worked professionals. He wouldn't be able to afford their current salaries, though. Christine's resume popped to his attention, someone fresh out of school with a unique style to her portfolio. He was willing to take the risk on taking someone with no real world experience, but hopefully a hunger to do well. He sent an email for her to meet him on Monday morning for an interview. Christine made her way to Long Street, in an older commercial district of Central Columbus. She found the brown brick building with the matching address, but its signage said “Billig Accounting”. She found street parking further down the block and walked back to the 2-story old building. It was well-preserved with all new bronzed door & windows.The glass exterior door led to a long hall. At the end of the hall was a door with a classy sign indicating the Graphic Design business she was seeking out. A soft chime sounded from the far end of the room, when she stepped in. In front of her was a modern conference table, Just then she heard sounds of movement coming from the 2nd doorway on her left. The 38-year-old Brad was floored when he met Christine. She stood inside the doorway of his office suite, behind an accounting firm which occupied the storefront portion of the old brick building in an older part of Columbus, Ohio. was kinda short, maybe 5' 3", but she had huge breasts, while maintaining a tight, thin waist. Her ass was round, but not too big and her hips narrow. Christine, of course, noticed Brad looking her over when she walked in. She was accustomed to this from all members of the opposite sex. Hell, even many members of her own gender. She was well aware she had a porn star body, yet she was never smug about it. In fact, she often wished she had a more "normal" figure. She certainly didn't actively work for her look. She was simply young and active enough, with healthy genes from both sides of the family. She realized she drew attention to herself and couldn't help it, so sometimes she played it to her advantage. Today, being eager to win a job, she wore a white cotton lace eyelet blouse with an open front that only buttoned from the bustline down to the waist. She wore a woolen pencil skirt that showed her trim ass and hips. It was business attire with a clear indication of a friendly, perhaps flirty demeanor. Her magnificent breasts were encased in a thin white demi bra that still managed to push them up enough to show healthy amounts of cleavage. Brad and Christine seemed to hit it off well. Whether her outfit had anything to do with it, could be debated, but it probably didn't hurt. Christine was, at 25, finally out of college, having switched majors 4 times in her 7 years of studies. "So it says here you paginated for the school paper throughout your college career," said Brad. "That's right," said Christine. "I also helped design ads and even worked on several campaigns." "Well, I think that's all I need to know. If you can manage those tasks, I have plenty of work I can unload on you to handle for me now. I like the samples you sent. I want you to feel completely free to be as creative as you like, so long as it fits within clients' requests. OK?" Christine couldn't believe someone would just trust her like that, giving little artistic direction, like right off the bat. Either he was crazy or impressed by her portfolio. She hoped the latter. "Really?" she asked. "You don't want to instruct me what to do first when we get projects in? I get total creative freedom?" "Tell ya what. If an idea hits me, I'll run it by you. If I think it's so good that we must do it, then I'll let you know, and ask you to specifically abide to my idea, but otherwise, you have complete creative freedom. Do the best work you can, be as creative as you wish, so long as it benefits the clients. Ultimately, you are accountable to them. The key to success is understanding their needs, not yours." That made sense and she'd heard it before. "I don't know what to say. Yes! I would love to work here!" "Will you be willing to sign on for 32k? I know it's not much, but I'll throw in ten percent of all net profits on any new clients we sign from the day you start. If I'm able to make more money with you here, I plan on acquiring more clients. Thirty-two thousand was really low, thought Christine. She was thinking 38 or 40 minimum when she walked in. "I don't know, Mr. Dawson. I don't think I could afford an apartment in the city on that. Could you afford to pay me 40k and not give any percentage to me when you get additional clients?" It was a reasonable request, thought Brad, but he honestly didn't have the cash flow to pay her that much at the moment and he explained it to her so. "I just made a deal last month, to buy the entire building from the widow of the fella who was in the commercial properties business. I acquired 3 upstairs studio apartments in the transaction, but I haven't yet leased one of them out." he said. "It's not much, but it's fully furnished, has a small kitchen and bathroom. Almost 800 square feet. With its own central heat & air. You could live there. It's listed for $850 per month plus electric and gas, on a 1 year lease. I can give you it for $100 a month plus utilities; on an employee discount. Hell, which would save you at least 8 grand or more on rent alone, around here. Are you currently in contract anywhere else? You still live with your parents in Mansfield, right? A rather long drive, even when it's not rush hour." Now this was a stunning compromise, thought Christine. Making 32k and paying only token rent would be even better than making 40k and having to pay rent in the city. It was a considerably better deal. It also sheltered her from added income taxes and Fikah withholding, This will lower her minimum student loan payments, as well. She jumped up on her feet, her tits nearly bouncing out of her sheer blouse, and extended her hand. "You got a deal, Mister! When can I move in?" "Today, if you like! Oh, and by the way, you don't have to wear clothes around me." Christine was stunned by the statement. "What? Why would you ask such a thing?" Immediately she conjured up narratives from her sociology classes and the woke professors at Thee Ohio State University. "I just mean, when you work here. You don't have to wear any clothes," explained Brad. "It's entirely up to you!" "Mr. Dawson! How dare you? I am Not going to be running around naked for you! I may be in need of work, but I am certainly no whore! This... this... this is sexual harassment!" "I'm sorry to have offended you, Miss Hastings, but I disagree, I have not harassed you in any way." "Telling me to take my clothes off!?" "I told you that you didn't have to, wear clothes. I did not, in any way, suggest it was preferred, much less required. Why would I? That's crazy!" "Why would you suggest I not wear clothes?" "I wouldn't! Perhaps you didn't hear me just say; 'I did not in any way suggest it'." "But you just did!" insisted Christine. "No, I didn't," Brad responded. "I simply informed you of the truth of the matter: that you don't have to wear clothes here. What is the big deal about there being no dress code? We simply do not impose one. You are the only one deciding your own wardrobe decisions. I just gave you a non-monetary employee benefit. Total autonomy. That's something you would not get at any corporate workplace. It costs me nothing and saves you having to worry about what is your wardrobe is acceptable on the job." Christine was confused. When she thought about it, she supposed Brad's logic actually made sense. He hadn't actually made any request, demand or even a suggestion. He just said she didn't have to wear clothes, but did he have to tell her in such a manner? It seemed strange to her. "OK, whatever. I guess I got triggered by some narratives from woke college professors" Christine said, shaking off the awkward conversation. "So I can move in tomorrow?" Getting out of her mom and dad's small house sounded so appealing and the sooner, the better. "You bet!" said Brad. “Mr. Dawson,” Christine paused and took a deep breathe to decompress her tension. “I'm so sorry to have red into your dresscode statement. I've been subjected to lewd comments all through high school and college. I projected that motive to you and I was wrong to.” Brad gave her a warm smile and redirected the conversation. He led her out a rear office door, where an exterior door looked out to tenant parking. To her right, a staircase ascended to 3 studio apartments. “The old owner kept this unit as a 'man cave'. He rarely used it for poker nights. I was going to list it on Air B and B.” Brad explained as he let Christine walk through the small unit. It was narrow, with a bedroom at one end and sitting room slash kitchen at the other end. “You're giving up a potential for significant lodging income, Mr. Dawson.” “Please. I'd really like it if we can both address each other by first names? Is that okay?” “Yes, us, Brad. I think you're being very creative and competitive in the compensation offer.” “Well, I've never owned rental property until last month. I really don't want the headaches that can come from it. I made sure to resign the Accounting firm to a 10 year lease, just to lower the anxiety of it all.” Brad smiled, “I also hope the steep employee housing discount helps you endure the occasional stress of looming deadlines and long work days that can happen once in a while.” Christine drove back to Mansfield with euphoric pride. She called her longtime childhood friend, Gloria, to help her pack up and share a pizza. Early the next morning Gloria followed Christine, both cars loaded with Christine's belongings. They spend several hours setting up house and took a late lunch break to visit the pizzeria just a block away. At 4 o' clock Gloria left. Christine was settled in the new apartment above the office and ready to begin her new career. She made her way downstairs to see Brad off for the night. "Thanks for letting me move in, Brad. And thank you again, for giving me this opportunity." "I'm sure you'll be great," said Brad. Christine was genuinely happy. Brad seemed like he would make a great boss (regardless of that bizarre verbal exchange about wardrobe) and he had been so helpful with her move. Then, as she was leaving out the rear doorway, she decided she would greet him the following morning in her favorite, skimpy halter top. She was sure he would appreciate the view for a few minutes, before she slipping into a blazer for the rest of the day. Christine smiled, as she loved flirting, with naughty thoughts on occasion, just like any healthy young woman. "Don't forget. Clothes are optional in the office," said Brad, as he walked her out and shut the rear door behind him. "Not again!" grumbled Christine. She really thought Brad was crossing the line, saying she could work naked. Even if she did like teasing and flirting, she thought it was inappropriate for him to tell her that she could work naked. It somehow crossed a line, but before she had time to voice her opinion, the read office door was shut and locked. 'Fine,' thought Christine. 'He's going to be like that, I ought to just dress prudishly every day. He doesn't deserve what I have to show.' But then the most unusual thought occurred to Christine. What if she did in fact work completely naked? Just let her tits swing all over the place, teasing Brad all day long. He may be 'oh-so-casual' and 'innocent'; telling her she could work naked, because there is no dress code. What a load of baloney, she thought; but he would never actually expect her to follow through on the suggestion, right? It would totally put her new boss in his place! Especially on the very first day of work! Christine was well aware of how hot she was. Her D cup tits and round firm ass drove men over the top. A few minutes of displaying her body to Brad, he would surely cross the line and be inappropriate in some way. Then she could clearly bust his chops for sexual harassment, if she wanted. That did it for her. She'd made up her mind. On Wednesday morning, Christine awoke. She got a wonderful sleep, excited to start her first day fresh, ready to shock Brad to pieces. At 8am, she hopped out of bed, checked her emails and showered; before finally wrapping herself in a towel. She was going to doll herself up with full makeup and perfect hair. While she dried her hair, she heard Brad come through the doors downstairs at 8:30 promptly. They officially started at 9, but maybe he came in early regularly to prep for the day, she thought. Eager to shock her new boss before any clients happened in, Christine finished her eyeliner and dropped the towel, then summoned up her righteous courage and promptly headed downstairs. She hopped down the stairs to the back vestibule. Then she opened the rear office door, only to be met by a young, nerdy-looking man in his twenties, perhaps even younger by a year or two! It wasn't Brad at all. "Oh my god, who are you!" screamed Christine. "I'm Jeff," screamed the skinny kid, adjusting his glasses, almost as if to be sure what he was witnessing was really happening. Christine hunched down and tried to cover her pendulous tits, but there was simply too much flesh for her thin arms. Plenty of nipple and areola could be seen and Jeff was certainly getting a good look. Just then, the front office door opened again and Brad strolled in. "Oh, hello, Christine! I see you've met Jeff." Brad walked across the room and turned the master light switch on. It lit up the greeting/meeting room and the three offices along one wall. He didn't even acknowledge Christine's nudity. "I thought I was the only one working here," said Christine, somewhat annoyed Brad hadn't told her about other employees; also annoyed he hadn't mentioned her lack of clothing. She was failing miserably at covering up to prevent this complete stranger, Jeff; from seeing her naked. All along she had intended to display herself fully in front of Brad. It was all she had been mentally prepped for, and she found herself feeling far more embarrassed now than she ever would have expected. Finally, realizing how silly she must look trying to cover up, Christine finally dropped her arms entirely and stood up straight, turning squarely in front of Jeff. "Well, hello Jeff," she said, extending her hand. He didn't notice the attempt at the handshake, as he was too enamored by her pendulous bust, almost frothing at the mouth, eyes nearly popping out of his head. Brad interrupted, "Christine, Jeff has done freelance work for me ever since he was an Upworks contractor, in junior high. He's swinging by to pick up some work for a client he's been handling, before he heads off to class. Sophomore at OSU." Christine stepped close an looked up to Jeff in the eye, forcing him to do the same, finally. "Nice to meet you," said Christine, extending her hand again. This time, he was able to recognize her beautiful face, all dolled up and with flowing blond locks flowing onto her shoulders. He eventually noticed what she was doing and shook her hand, yet still not taking his eyes off Christine's glorious assets. "I see you have the sketch package in your hands, Jeff. Thanks in advance for rushing it. Bring it back by Friday, okay?" "Shouldn't be a problem, Mr. Dawson," said Jeff, almost stuttering, never diverting his attention from Christine's breasts. "I'll bring it by early. Maybe even today," his voice trailed off. Jeff, realizing he was no longer needed, reluctantly left, nearly tripping over his feet on the way out the rear exit, leaving Christine standing bare in front of Brad. "You should have told me," she said. "Told you what?" "About Jeff. I would Not have come down undressed, had I known it was anyone but you." "Oh, yeah? Why's that?" asked Brad. The question caught Christine off guard, "Because of your ridiculous request to see me naked! I thought it over and decided, 'Fuck it! I'll do it just to mess with you.' That it might be a humorous way to start our working relationship together." "Well, that's cute, I guess. But keep in mind, I requested no such thing. I simply informed you that were all

Irresistible Johnson: Part 4

IRRESISTIBLE JOHNSON: PART 4. BRIAN WANTS TO LAY HIS BOSS, AND HIS JOHNSON TO REST. Based on a post By AnonymousPerv [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1367666&page=submissions]. Listen to the► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistibleJohnson4.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistableJohnson4.jpg] STORY RECAP. Let me catch you up on this crazy real-life sci fi drama. My name is Brian Johnson and I live a conditional life. Ever since the lab accident, things changed, and not for the better. Allow me to recap my woes, so you’ll better understand. I was exposed to gamma radiation at work. It was a clumsy, stupid, careless error; just a dumb move on my part. After exposure, the team kept me isolated for weeks and monitored my health. At the time, it seemed I was going to make it out unscathed, but just as I was about to be released from quarantine, we discovered the true trauma I actually incurred. Karen, my boss (and also an LPN), subjected me to one last physical examination, and at her intrusive insistence to know every detail about me, I explained that my penis was hanging much lower since the gamma exposure. It seemed to be a bit thicker, too. Length was never an issue with me, but hanging there five or six inches all the time was out of the ordinary. Typically, I was a grower, not a show-er. Anyway, Karen takes a peek at Mr. Floppy and gets an insatiable urge to swallow my semen. I swear I couldn’t have stopped her if I tried. Here’s where it gets weird. After swallowing, her tits grew instantly, from her modest A cup to a D cup, I would guess. It was insane. We had to tell the rest of the team what happened, and soon, more tests on my sperm began. Phil, the Senior Partner, desperately wanted to find a way to synthesize it. “Natural tit growth? So many women will want that,” he insisted. The problem was, the breast development was only temporary, lasting about a day, before returning to normal. Up til now, we haven’t discovered a way to synthesize my sperm, but further testing led to the discovery that if a woman ingests it, but not directly from the source; say, a Petri dish, for instance (yes, we actually did this); well, the poor subject gets intensely horny, to the point they will fuck themselves silly in the streets if they have to. Total, unashamed, unabashed sluttery. I’m sure you can imagine how awful I feel about any of my friends or colleagues having to go through such an experience, even if we were all willing participants in this research. Lately, I was feeling more and more alienated from my colleagues. Hell, even Janice was steering clear of me, and we used to chat every day. Still, the team marched on with the work. What else? What other stupid things can my penis do? I have a hard time keeping track. Oh yeah, we learned that if I go several days without an orgasm, I produce some kind of pheromone that makes women want to fuck me (and only me) and right. fucking. now. Jesus Christ, the pressure. Can you imagine? I might not want it, but the women demand it. Masturbating alone isn’t good enough for them when exposed to this. However, fucking them leads to the risk of me cumming in their pussy (which they always demand, by the way), and that that leads to the worst of it… Just like when a woman sucks me off, their tits instantly grow when I cum inside them, but this time they begin lactating heavily. Multiple, daily pumps are required for about week, until the tits finally, slowly, return to normal. For a while there, all the girls were terrified the effects were going to be permanent. It was right after I had accidentally fucked every female member of the team in the conference room. My pheromones were off, because I hadn’t orgasmed in days, and they all needed my cock. Thank goodness their breast growth and lactation issues only lasted a week or so, after that ordeal. The girls were a bit more forgiving with me when they went back to normal. Well, all except for Karen, my boss. We’ll get to her issues later. So this is my life now. I can no longer be naked in front of any girl, or she’ll get the irresistible urge to suck me off. I have to masturbate regularly in order not to get a “build up” of these funky pheromones which drive women crazy, and there’s no way I can have any meaningful, long-term relationship with a woman, because who would want to risk getting enormous, milky tits every time they fuck their boyfriend? This was absolutely the worst thing to ever happen to me. The only friend I could turn to is my sister, Penny. She’s my roommate, too, so she understands my plight. We have to be careful that she never sees me naked, considering we share some of the same space. Early in discovery, my sister caught me naked once, and went down on me like a dog on a steak. Or a bone, rather. She hated herself for swallowing every drop of my cum, but came to terms with it pretty quickly when her tits blew up in size. Normally a pert B, Penny looked like a straight-up bimbo. Surprisingly, she loved it, but when her tits went back to normal the following day, she was grossly disappointed. We rarely speak of the subject anymore. So here I am, on the night before we lay Heath to rest, once again beating off, so that I can go to a funeral in peace tomorrow. I wish I had a different life. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep this up. I just didn’t think it could get any worse; but I was wrong. On the drive home, I started sweating. I was gripping the wheel tightly. “Everything okay?” asked Amanda, noticing my anxious state of being. “Um… I’m not sure I should say.” “Please. It will be nice to think of somebody other than me and my problems for a while.” “Oh, well, uh… I’m not sure it would do that.” “Oh? Well, now you have to tell me.” I sighed, giving in. “Okay, well, my boss saw your uh… condition,” I nodded towards Amanda’s big tits, and I could tell she thinks it’s because of me.“ “Oh, I see. That would be bad?” “Very bad.” “It’s not like you meant it to happen.” “Won’t matter,” I said, flatly. “I guess she knows you weren’t that big on top before.” “We met like two years ago. For all she knows, I could have had a breast augmentation.” “She knows that won’t be true come tomorrow at the funeral,” I said. “That’s where I’ll get busted.” Then I laughed. “That is, unless you’re willing to wear a big, fake bra or something to save my ass.” Amanda laughed, too, but then said, “Seems easier just to suck your cock again.” I almost hit her mailbox pulling in when she said it. “Amanda, no, you don’t have to do that.” “I could use the… distraction.” “But Heath?” “What? Heath and I played all the time, especially when we were younger. Outside of work, he was anything but I prude.” “I won’t pry,” I said. “Point is, he wouldn’t be bothered by this.” “Really? Are you sure? You’ll do that?” “I offered. So, come inside then?” “Well, your tits are still big now. We have to wait until they go back down before I let you suck me off. Otherwise, they just get exponentially bigger.” “Really? That is some crazy science fiction right there.” “Don’t I know it. So, you did it yesterday around five or so. It’s usually an hour or two around the 24-hour mark, give or take, that one starts going back to normal. That process takes about an hour.” I knew the “rules” of this curse very well, and it showed as I explained them to the widow. “So you might be here late, I guess,” she said, stepping out of the car. “Come on, help me take my mind off the funeral. Let’s prep dinner.” The idea sounded wonderful to me and I followed her inside. I sent a message to work, telling them I had to go home. I didn’t want Karen thinking I spent more time with Amanda than necessary. By seven, we had finished dinner. Salmon and a vegetable stir-fry. “That was delicious,” I said. “Yeah, thank you. I enjoyed that.” She briefly scanned her top and said, “So, uh, it hasn’t started going down yet. Should we wait a little longer?” “We have to, before we do it again. I haven’t ever seen it go much past this point. Rare occasions.” Amanda popped off three of her top buttons, exposing a healthy amount of cleavage. “This will help us keep an eye on things better.” Then she popped another one. “Yeah, that’s much better.” She looked back up to me. “Wanna watch TV or something? A beer?” “That would be nice,” I said. Amanda slowly got up, brushing me as she passed. I headed to the living room and sat on the couch, and soon she came back holding two beers. She took the spot near me. “Remote’s on your side,” she said, reaching past, making sure I could see down her blouse. She grabbed the remote off the nightstand and pulled back off, flicking on the television. It dawned on me. It had been almost 24 hours since I came. If I didn’t beat off, my pheromones would fill Amanda with uncontrollable passion for me. That’s why she had gradually been ramping up her flirtatious behavior. “Hey, maybe we ought to just drop the blouse. Make it easier.” Amanda started popping off her buttons, as I bolted up. “Uh.. I need to use your restroom again.” Amanda’s arm snatched out, her hand grabbing me. “No, wait. I want you to see.” She quickly abandoned the blouse, now revealing everything, as she had no bra on. “Do they look like they’re going down yet to you?” “Unfortunately not,” I said. “But they are nice, right?” “Oh, very,” I agreed. “But still, we have to wait until they go down before you can…” Amanda yanked my arm, pulling me to her. “I get it. We have to wait for them to go down before I swallow your cum, but Brian, I don’t want that right now. Fuck me, Brian. Please, fuck me. Then I can swallow you.” I dropped to my knee, trying to explain. “Amanda, I haven’t told you everything. If you fuck me, you will be compelled to have me cum inside you. Much like you were when you gave me a blowjob.” Amanda was squirming in the couch now, wanting to rip my clothes off, I know. “You have to understand, when that happens, your tits will grow, just as if you sucked my cock.” “That’s perfect! Then let’s do that!” “Except you’ll also be lactating.” Her smile dropped. But then, after she thought about it, returned. I continued, “and if we do it now, your tits will get bigger still. Karen will know that you and engaged in… well, with you.” I waved at Amanda’s topless, frantic body. “PLEASE! I just need it. Please, please, please.” She was already in the begging stage. I had maybe thirty minutes, an hour at most. I got an idea. “Amanda, if you can hold off for just long enough to allow your tits to go back down, I will fuck you until you forget your name.” Now, she beamed with joy. “But you HAVE to hold off, until your tits go back to normal.” “But how long will that take? And how can I possibly wait?” She was now pulling off her skirt. “That’s it. You masturbate. I’ll watch.” What I was about to do could be seen as unnecessarily cruel, but I saw it as compassionate. I just had to find a way to get off while watching Angela fuck herself. Watching her would certainly provide all the eye candy I needed, but I had to be discrete enough for her not to see me doing the required physical work. Amanda was leaning back in the couch, legs spread, taunting me already. She ran two fingers over her clit, before sliding them inside. “Can you see everything okay?” she asked. I knew she wanted me to cave and fuck her now, but I withheld the temptation. If I can just cum, my pheromones instantly snap back to normal, or drift off, or whatever they do, until the next build-up. That would bring Amanda back to her senses. “Turn over and show me that ass. Fuck yourself harder.” Gleefully, Amanda hopped up, her new, big tits swinging, when she turned around, arching her ass high in the air. “Like this?” she asked, with her face practically shoved in the cushions. “Just like that,” I whispered. “Just a few minutes like that.” My cock was already solid hard and I reached into my pants to do the deed. At this angle, I felt safe she couldn’t see what I was up to, but I realized she might be able to hear. “Amanda, talk dirty while you do that, please. That will make me want to fuck you.” (And hopefully disguise the sounds of me jacking off.) “I can’t wait to have your cock in me!” she cried, pumping herself harder. “I want to fuck you so bad, Brian. I never needed a good, hard fuck so much! I want you in me. I want you to fuck me, anyway you want, just so long as I can have it. You can fuck me in the ass, too. But I have to have you! I want you cum, Brian. I want you to bury your cum in my pussy!” Amanda didn’t have to go much past that before I snapped, yanking my pants and underwear down, and unleashing a huge rope of cum across the room. In fact, some splattered on Amanda’s right ass cheek, just as I heard her cumming, too. It almost sounded like a horror film, there was so much screaming and shrieking and sploshing. Then, instantly, she stopped. I quickly pulled my pants back up, before she caught sight of my cock. Three fingers were still buried in Amanda’s pussy, and her pinky from the other hand was stuck in her ass, when she had ceased so suddenly. Finally, she flinched back, pulling everything out, checking herself, and rose up. Amanda was soaked, the couch was soaked, bits of the floor beneath her. She looked to me. “Well, um, yeah, I came really good right there…” “Yes,” I said, nodding. “I guess I have to fess up and say I did, too.” “I see that,” she nodded to the floor, even glancing back at her right bum. “Well, I was just going to say, now that I came; and I DO enjoy the company; but now that I came, I guess I don’t really need sex right now. I just don’t want to get your expectations;” “No, it’s fine,” I said, smiling, relieved that jerking off took Amanda’s sexual needs away from me. She smiled, thankful I was willing to forget it. “It looks like these damn things won’t go away, though.” “I have an idea. We know they’ll be back to normal by tomorrow morning. The limo service picks you up at ten, but I could meet you here first, say at nine?” “That’s fine. I’ll be happy to help. Besides, I’d like to have another day or two of these babies. Always wondered what it was like having tits. Now I know. I like it.” She smiled. “And frankly, amongst all this other bullshit I have to go through, it’s the only bright spot in my life. I’ll be glad to see in the morning, Brian.” I don’t know what the fuck my curse is, or who has it out for me, but when I left at 8:30 the following morning, my tire blew, pulling out of the driveway. I quickly ran into the house and changed to something more casual, to replace the tire with the spare. Another quick change and I was back on the road, only to be held up at a stopped train. Forty minutes later, it got off the tracks. I texted Amanda at 9:30: Stuck at train. Be there ASAP. She never return the text, and it was almost ten by the time I pulled in her drive. I rushed to the door, and Amanda opened it before I even knocked. I noticed she was flat chested again. “I’ve been waiting. What happened?” I quickly surmised the unfortunate events. “Well, come in. Let’s hurry,” she said, just as the limo pulled up. “Well, fine. We’ll do it in there.” “What? In the limo?” “If we don’t want to be late. Let’s just go. There’s privacy windows in those things.” I sure hoped so. The driver escorted us inside the vehicle, and I sat across from Amanda, facing the rear of the vehicle. There was only about ten minutes from here to the funeral home. “Driver, would you mind raising the window?” Amanda asked. A minute later, I was awkwardly leaning back, while my dead colleague’s wife was going to work on me. She had as much an insatiable desire to suck it, as she had the first time she saw my cock. About five minutes in, I felt myself getting closer, when the limousine stopped. It slightly distracted me, but Amanda’s skills got me back track, when I heard the driver get out and mutter a few words. “Wait, what is that?” I asked, pulling up a bit. Amanda didn’t let go, following my movements, not allowing my cock to leave her. She didn’t want to risk missing a drop. She mumbled something at me, but I wasn’t clear on it, when the door to my left popped open. To my horror, Karen was looking straight in. “Brian!” she screamed. “What the fuck?!” Amanda, although thoroughly engaged, was even taken aback by the sudden surprise, pulling off only for a moment, my stiff rod snapping into view. Karen instantly leapt inside the vehicle, slamming the door behind her, yelling, “Good to go!” to the driver. She snapped up to me. “Brian, you have a lot of explaining to do!” she yelled, as she grabbed the base of my cock with her left hand. Amanda pushed herself back into the mix, groping my shaft just above Karen. “Hey, I was doing that.” “Sorry, sister. I saw it, too. When this happens, we just share.” Karen was letting Amanda know, loud and clear, what had to be done. They stared each other down for a moment, before shrugging it off, agreeing they could both do the deed together. I had no idea if the driver knew what was up. As he pulled away, the two ladies began fighting over my cock. It didn’t take long before I felt it coming. “Who’s first?” I asked. Amanda raised her hand. “Well, at least let me suck it until it explodes,” said Karen, taking my cock from Amanda. She went down deep, perhaps hoping I wouldn’t be able to contain myself, She started working it, back and forth, faster and faster, when I tapped her. “Hurry! Give it to Amanda.” Amanda shoved her way in the mix again, opening wide, just in time as I escaped Karen’s mouth and found hers, filling it with my seed. I was practiced at this next part: holding the extra sperm that was still in my balls. I pulled out of Amanda’s mouth and shifted my cock to Karen. “Hurry,” I said. While she swallowed, with her mouth tightly suctioned the head of my cock, Karen just stared me down, shaking her head. She was so disappointed in me. She finally got off, and wiped her mouth, ensuring all was clean. “Goddammit, I hate it that it tastes so good.” She began unbuttoning her blouse immediately and looked to Amanda. That’s when she noticed Amanda came prepared, wearing a blouse large enough to “grow” into. Karen knew the change was coming and was desperately trying to get her bra off in time. I hated to see what would happen to her already swollen, lactating, enormous tits. Amanda’s suddenly popped into existence, filling her blouse. She clapped with glee. “Heath would have loved this,” she chuckled. I silently mouthed, ‘See, it was her,’ to Karen, who was more concerned with her awaiting disaster. “What’s happening? Why aren’t mine growing?” Karen began fondling herself, rubbing hard, even squeezing. She shook them a time or two. “That’s strange,” I said. “Amanda swallowed first, but you weren’t far b

Irresistible Johnson: Part 3

IRRESISTIBLE JOHNSON: PART 3. BRIAN AND HIS CURSED PENIS KEEP GETTING INTO TROUBLE. Based on a post By AnonymousPerv [https://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=1367666&page=submissions]. Listen to the► Podcast [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistibleJohnson3.mp3] at Steamy Stories [http://feeds.feedburner.com/Steamy-Stories]. [https://archive.org/download/spring-short-stories/IrresistableJohnson3.jpg] SERIES RECAP. My name is Brian Johnson and I live a conditional life. Ever since the lab accident, things changed, and not for the better. Allow me to recap my woes, so you’ll better understand. I was exposed to gamma radiation at work. It was a clumsy, stupid, careless error; just a dumb move on my part. After exposure, the team kept me isolated for weeks and monitored my health. At the time, it seemed I was going to make it out unscathed, but just as I was about to be released from quarantine, we discovered the true trauma I actually incurred. Karen, (one of my bosses and also a licensed nurse), subjected me to one last physical examination, and at her intrusive insistence to know every detail about me, I explained that my penis was hanging much lower since the gamma exposure. It seemed to be a bit thicker, too. Length was never an issue with me, but hanging there five or six inches all the time was out of the ordinary. Typically, I was a grower, not a show-er. Anyway, Karen takes a peek at Mr. Floppy and gets an insatiable urge to swallow my semen. I swear I couldn’t have stopped her if I tried. Here’s where it gets weird. After swallowing, her tits grew instantly, from her modest A cup to a D, I would guess. It was insane. We had to tell the rest of the team what happened, and soon, more tests on my sperm began. Phil, the Senior Partner, desperately wanted to find a way to synthesize it. “Natural breast growth? So many women will want that,” he insisted. The problem was, the breast development was only temporary, lasting about a day, before returning to normal. Up til now, we haven’t discovered a way to synthesize my sperm, but further testing led to the discovery that if a woman ingests it, but not directly from the source - say, a Petri dish, for instance (yes, we actually did this) - well, the poor subject gets intensely horny, to the point they will fuck themselves silly in the streets if they have to. Total, unashamed, unabashed sluttery. I’m sure you can imagine how awful I feel about any of my friends or colleagues having to go through such an experience, even if we were all willing participants in this research. Lately, I was feeling more and more alienated from my colleagues. Hell, even Janice was steering clear of me, and we used to chat every day. Still, the team marched on with the work. What else? What other stupid things can my penis do? I have a hard time keeping track. Oh yeah, we learned that if I go several days without an orgasm, I produce some kind of pheromone that makes women want to fuck me (and only me) and right. fucking. now. Jesus Christ, the pressure. Can you imagine? I might not want it, but the women demand it. Masturbating alone isn’t good enough for them when exposed to this. However, fucking them leads to the risk of me cumming in their pussy (which they always demand, by the way), and that that leads to the worst of it… Just like when a woman sucks me off, their tits instantly grow when I cum inside them, but this time they begin lactating heavily. Multiple, daily pumps are required for about week, until the tits finally, slowly, return to normal. For a while there, all the girls were terrified the effects were going to be permanent. It was right after I had accidentally fucked every female member of the team in the conference room. My pheromones were off, because I hadn’t orgasmed in days, and they all needed my cock. Thank goodness their breast growth and lactation issues only lasted a week or so, after that ordeal. The girls were a bit more forgiving with me when they went back to normal. Well, all except for Karen, my boss. We’ll get to her issues later. So this is my life now. I can no longer be naked in front of any girl, or she’ll get the irresistible urge to suck me off. I have to masturbate regularly in order not to get a “build up” of these funky pheromones which drive women crazy, and there’s no way I can have any meaningful, long-term relationship with a woman, because who would want to risk getting enormous, milky tits every time they fuck their boyfriend? This was absolutely the worst thing to ever happen to me. The only friend I could turn to is my sister, Penny. She’s my roommate, too, so she understands my plight. We have to be careful that she never sees me naked, considering we share some of the same space. Early in discovery, my sister caught me naked once, and went down on me like a dog on a steak. Or a bone, rather. She hated herself for swallowing every drop of my cum, but came to terms with it pretty quickly when her tits blew up in size. Normally a pert B, Penny looked like a straight-up bimbo. Surprisingly, she loved it, but when her tits went back to normal the following day, she was grossly disappointed. We rarely speak of the subject anymore. So here I am, on a Sunday night, once again beating off, so that I can work in peace tomorrow. I wish I had a different life. I wasn’t sure how long I could keep this up. I just didn’t think it could get any worse. I was wrong. CHAPTER 4. “Well I sure hope you’re fucking happy now, Brian!” screamed Karen, the moment I walked into work the following morning. Karen disliked me from the start of my employment, well before the “incident” and her disdain for me grew on a daily basis. I also think she thought I derived pleasure from my predicament. She had no empathy, or understanding, of how it ruined my social life. “What? What now?” I cried. “I have been nothing but compliant, and I’ve done everything you have asked of me, since all this began!” “Heath’s dead.” Karen said, crossing her arms, glaring. My heart dropped. Heath was a healthy, middle-aged man. Or at least he was. How could this be? And what did I have to do with it? “Dead?” I gasped, repeating, “Dead? What… what happened?” Karen spit it out, “Over the weekend, he tried exposing himself to the same gamma radiation that you experienced. We found him this morning. Seemed he died of priapism. We’ve quarantined the room and sealed the east wing.” “Why are you blaming me?” I asked, dropping my briefcase on the floor. “That’s terrible. I don’t want anything like that to happen to anyone. I wouldn’t wish this on my worst enemy.” “Did you know he was going to do it?” “Of course not!” I didn’t hesitate answering. It was the truth. Karen’s deep prejudice against me may have some merit. After I came in her pussy at that meeting, knowing her tits would get huge and milky, I then put my cock in her face. It was kind of an evil thing to do, because as we all know, when a woman sees my cock, she has to suck it to completion. It becomes a compulsion for them. Karen is the only woman, of all the girls on the team, who was both exposed to getting creampied, and swallowing my load, in the same brief period of time. Herein lied a new development. Like everyone else, Karen’s tits ballooned up after I came in her. Lucky for her, being small chested, this turned her into a D cup. And just like the others, who got vaginally stuffed with my semen, she began lactating, too. I remember poor Janice being in the room at the time. She’s well over a D cup in her normal state, and this was the second time she had been affected by my sperm. The girl could barely walk, and had milk spraying everywhere, in all directions with her every move. But back to Karen… After a week passed, Karen was the only one whose tits hadn’t changed back to normal. Instead, they stayed large and continually produced milk. So much milk. More weeks have since passed, and she is still forced to nurse herself two or three times a day to relieve the pressure. Otherwise, she leaks like a sieve. One can understand why Karen hates me so fucking much. Still, having this occur had one bonus. It was the first time we had seen long-term (possibly permanent) breast enhancement derived from my sperm, something we’d been working on in the lab for months. We had discussed having one of the other girls try it - that is, taking in my semen vaginally and orally, in the same brief period of time - to see if they would develop this permanent growth like Karen did, but no one wanted to take on the risk, or burden, of having lactating tits. Right now, with Heath dead, I figured our research would be set back several months. He was our best scientist, too, very methodical in his work. I shook my head, looking to Karen, noticing she had two large wet stains on her blouse. Her nipples were leaking again. I assume she hadn’t yet noticed. “Karen, I promise. I had no idea Heath was going to do this. If I had, I certainly would have advised against it, and I would have warned you immediately. Heath may have been jealous about my… circumstances… but I assure you it is a curse, and I want nothing more than to be free of this problem! Had Heath succeeded, he would be regretting it. I feel so bad for him and his family.” “Dr. Peterson at UMH is going to do an autopsy for us,” said Karen, scoffing at me. “We’ve had to call the authorities, of course. Your history may come up in this investigation.” “Anything I can do to help?” I asked. “Karen, I’m so sorry. I know you and Heath were good friends.” Karen wiped an eye and looked at some papers she was holding. “Phil is finishing up a meeting in Houston with one of our license-partners, then he’s flying straight back. Would you mind helping Heath’s wife with the funeral arrangements? I need to organize things with Alicia, and write a couple reports.” Karen’s voice was cracking. I guess her sorrow had shifted to anger in my presence, but now her emotions were getting the better of her. I know she didn’t like me, but Karen was not a hateful person. She had genuine feelings and was hurting right now. “Of course, give me her number and I’ll do whatever I can,” I said. “I’ll email you the details. Uh, when is the last time you jacked off?” “Last night,” I sighed. “Do it again, before you meet with her.” Karen didn’t want my pheromones creating any issues. I understood, of course, especially during such a sensitive time. “Okay,” I conceded. I noticed Karen held herself differently since her physical change. She was always assertive, sometimes even aggressively so, but now that she had such a striking figure, she appeared more confident, even in her grief. I headed to my office, prepared to do the deed when I bumped into Janice. “Oh, hey,” I said. “Hey,” she repeated, eyes darting to the floor. She stepped aside, allowing more space between us in the narrow hall. Ever since I filled her pussy with my cum, and she had to manage those milky, enormous globes for a week, she went out of her way to avoid me. I used to be a bit bashful, and I was certainly never one to be described as a go-getter, but considering all the events I’d been through, I was beginning to find it easier to broach uncomfortable subjects. I touched Janice on the shoulder. “Hey, stop a second. Look, I get it. I know why you are apprehensive around me, but please know, I masturbate daily so I don’t produce those pheromones. I will never be irresponsible with this, and I will not put you at risk.” Janice huffed and kind of turned red. “I… I guess… look, Brian. Just stay on your side of the fence, okay?” “That’s what I am telling you. I will do just that. I’m only asking you to ease up. You can relax around me. The times you were exposed to me was during the discovery phase. Every test and experiment we’ve done since then has been with willing participants, with other women. It is always going to be that way from now on. I miss your company and our conversations.” Janice nodded and walked off, hurriedly. In time, I hoped it would get better. It was later that afternoon I met with Heath’s wife, Amanda. I drove to her house and she let me in, expecting me. She led me to the kitchen where we sat at the table. I spoke, “They asked me to help you with the arrangements, and to do anything you require during this difficult time.” Amanda was cuter than I expected her to be. A short, dainty little thing, we had never been introduced before this. She was somber, but I don’t think the real grief had yet set in. Some people experience trauma in strange ways. “Is it true?” she asked. “He did it on purpose? He exposed himself to radiation on purpose?” Due to the liability, the company had to tell at least some of the truth, but I just wasn’t sure if they gave more details, like as to WHY he did it. “As far as I know, we really don’t have all the details, but on the surface, that is what it appears to be.” Amanda was shaking her head. “I thought we were happy. Suicide? Why would he do that?” “Ma'am, again, we don’t know for sure what it is, but I am sure you will discover all the details in due time. There is one thing I do know. Heath always spoke highly of you. He loved you.” The widow gazed up, giving me half a smile. “I don’t even know what I’m going to do.” “That’s why I’m here. Why don’t we just focus on the funeral arrangements? The company is covering all expenses, so you won’t have to worry about anything. I’ve arranged a meeting tomorrow morning with the funeral director, but we can make some of the decisions now in preparation. Is that okay?” Amanda sniffled and nodded. “Thank you,” she said. “Heath really loved his work, I know that. I want you to know I don’t find any of you at fault.” I held my breath. Had she known more details, perhaps she wouldn’t be saying that. I continued giving information to Amanda that I hoped would help reassure her and said, “I’ve been advised to tell you that the president of our company insists on matching and honoring Heath’s full pension. It’s a forty-five year guarantee.” Amanda sighed. “I don’t want to think about that right now, but thank you. It’s nice to know.” “How about we get a few of the basics covered?” Amanda looked like she needed the social company, even it was a sad setting. We sat at the kitchen table and went through the coffin selection, service options, floral arrangements, and a host of other details. In between, she peppered the conversation with memories of her and Heath together. “Thank you for helping me with this. Heath and I don’t have any family.” “What? No parents? Siblings?” “We were orphans, both placed in the same home in our late teens. We fell in love almost immediately. Later, when we got our independence, I worked two shifts at bars and diners, while I put Heath through college.” “Wow, a lucky guy,” I whispered. Now I better understood the bond they shared. Heath was probably more handsome in his youth, and his wife must have been incredibly attractive then. In her mid-40s, she certainly held it together. Pert, lithe and perky, even in this depressed state. “We never had kids. Maybe that fear of being orphaned, who knows? We enjoyed our freedom, but yeah, no family. Both Heath and I were shoveled from one foster home to another, until we finally aged out of the program.” We’d been working for some time and I needed to uncramp my legs and pee. “Amanda, would you mind pointing me to the restroom?” “Oh, you know what, Brian? It’s through the hall and to the left, but… well, If it weren’t for… you know what? Just follow me.” Amanda got up and touched my wrist. “It’s back here, but easier to walk you there than try to give you directions. I love this house, but the placement of the guest bathroom is terrible.” Amanda took me through the living room, and down a split hall that took a sharp left. She opened the first door to the right, leading into a bedroom. She pointed to a door on the left-side wall, from the interior door. “Through there. There’s no access from the hall, so it confuses people.” “No problem. Thank you.” I moved past her, opening the door to the bathroom. Amanda stepped away, heading back to the kitchen, I presumed. I presume a lot of things. If you’ve been keeping up with my story, you would know that it’s my propensity of relying on assumptions, and presumptions, that constantly causes me grief. Well, it happened again. This time, it was assuming that Amanda had actually left the room. See, at home, when I am alone, or when I know my sister is asleep in her room, I have habits that are a bit more lax than most. I’m not gross or anything, I just don’t typically close the door when I go to the bathroom for a quick tinkle. As Amanda and I were the only ones in the house - and I thought she had walked back to the kitchen, I didn’t bother closing the door behind me. Why bother with a bedroom, hallway and living room between me, and the only other person in the house? I whipped out my cock and prepared for business. To this day, I am impressed by its hefty weight while it’s in its flaccid state. Ever since the work incident, it’s been like this. I lifted the toilet lid, and was just starting the stream when I heard Amanda’s voice. “Oh hey, I haven’t checked lately, but if you need more toilet paper, it’s under the sink.” When I heard her, my heart sank. She sounded very close. Too close… and before I got a chance to respond, her head popped around the door. Now I can only assume that the reason Amanda would poke her head into the bathroom, is because she believed I hadn’t started using it, as evidenced by the open door, I’m guessing. Perhaps she thought that I was in front of the mirror or something, or just about to close the door. Who knows? But the point is, I was standing just a few feet away from the door, aiming my peter into the water bowl when she saw me. The toilet is ninety degrees from the door, so I was angled with my side to her, and everything was clearly in her line of sight. “Amanda, no!” I yelled, attempting to turn and block my large cock from her view, but by then I was too far in to stop, and I couldn’t fully turn away. “Oh, I am so sorry, Brian!” answered Amanda, but instead of darting back out, she stepped further into the bathroom. “The uh… the door was open, so I thought maybe you were trying to find the toilet paper or something. I didn’t mean to…” “It’s okay,” I said, as I tried to shift my back to her more, yet Amanda kept inching forward, angling herself around to get a better peek. “Do you… do you think you could let me finish?” I asked. “Oh, again, I am so sorry. How thoughtless of me. I was just thinking.. well, gosh… I don’t know exactly…” As Amanda spoke, she continued creeping closer. I pushed the muscles in my bladder, trying to relieve myself as quickly as possible. This was getting awkward. If Alicia saw my penis, and I think she did, she was having the same reaction every other woman has: the insatiable desire to swallow my semen. I tried to slow her down. “Ma'am, I uh… I could really finish easier if you would please step back.” Amanda stopped, but she didn’t step back. Instead, she tilted sideways, and this time, finally caught a clear look at my long, thick shaft. I wasn’t sure how appealing it was with pee streaming out of it, but I couldn’t help it. I had to finish. “Brian, I have to… I have to…” Her voice was trembling, fingertips at her lips. I turned to her while still in mid-stream, lifting her chin up to meet my