Her boss (a late 30’s divorcee) called me and offered the
job. It was going to take me about two weeks to complete
everything she wanted done at the bank and at home, so she
offered to put me up at her place while I did the work. When I
got there and talked to Mary, I found out that her boss had been
punishing her ass every Friday night since she started work, and
Mary loved it. I also found out the real reason the boss (I can’t
remember her name so I will call her Linda) wanted the video
equipment was to catch her employees (tellers at the bank and
maid at home) doing something wrong so she could try to punish
them.

I did the work at her house first, because the maid was out
of town for the week and Linda wanted the cameras hidden from the
maid. That Friday night, we tried out the cameras and recorder by
taping Linda and I punishing Mary. Linda really enjoyed getting
licked by Mary while I fucked Mary’s cunt and ass. That Saturday,
the three of us romped around the house and pool stark naked,
sucking and fucking everything we could. Linda may have been
twice our age but she was a really enthusiastic fucker.

Saturday night we went to dinner and an x-rated movie. Both
ladies wore tube tops, denim miniskirts and sandles (no bras, no
panties) and they were very hot. After the movie, we bent Mary of
the hood of the car, pulled up her skirt and spanked her ass
right there in the parking lot. Then Linda pulled down Mary’s
tube top and we both sucked on her tits, fingering her cunt and
ass until Mary was begging for a fucking. We allowed Mary to
strip completely naked and suck my cock a bit, then we laid her
out on the hood of the car again, this time face up. As I opened
her legs and slid my cock into her hot juicy cunt, Linda hiked up
her skirt and sat her cunt down on Mary’s mouth. Later we went
back to Linda’s for a late night swim and more fucking.

On Sunday Linda’s maid Rosetta returned. She was a fleshy
little mexican girl, slightly younger than Mary, but still legal
age. Linda, Mary and I watched her for more than an hour from the
control room, before we saw her unpack a few ounces of pot. We
rewound the tape and set it up to playback to the TV in the
living room. Mary brought Rosetta into the living room and Linda
began her act. Eventually Rosetta was begging Linda not to call
the police or immigration, saying that she would do anything for
us. Linda told her that she needed to be properly punished and
that the three of us would do it. Then she told Rosetta to strip.
Rosetta hesitated and Linda nodded to Mary and me. I grabbed
Rosetta’s arms and Mary began to unbutton Rosetta’s uniform. We
dropped the uniform to the floor leaving Rosetta wearing just her
bra, panties and shoes. Linda told her that she was to obey every
command we give her or she would be turned over to the police for
them to strip-search. Rosetta nodded and fumbled with her bra
until it popped free and she slowly exposed her big fleshy tits.
She was bigger and fleshier than Mary. Linda told Mary and me to
measure Rosetta. We took a cloth tape measure and measured around
her chest, and then around each tit, and then across each areola
and then between nipples and finally we measured how long we
could make her nipples grow. She shivered everytime Mary pulled
or stroked her nips. Then Linda told her to strip off her
panties. She slowly peeled then down to show us the hairiest
pussy I have ever seen. Linda had her turn around to make sure
the cameras got a good view of her for posterity. Then Linda told
her that she needed to be cleaned up before any further
inspection could take place.

We brought her to the master bedroom and I reset the
controls to videotape the bedroom instead of the living room. We
put Rosetta on the bed and Mary and I held her legs up and open
so that Linda and the camera would have a good view. Linda then
got her equipment out and proceeded to cut off all of Rosetta’s
pubic hair. Then she shaved the stubble, even having us turn
Rosetta over onto her knees so that Linda could shave her ass. I
had seen a shaven cunt in porno movies but this was the first one
I had the chance to play with. Then Linda had us take Rosetta
into the bathroom and stand her in the tub. Linda prepared an
enema bag (I had only heard about these, Mary had already been
introduced to them by Linda).

Mary and I watched (and played with each other) while Linda
lubricated Rosetta’s asshole, inserted the nozzle and filled her
ass with hot soapy water. After two enemas, we let her shower,
with us watching of course. Then we returned to the living room.
Mary and I then measured the rest of Rosetta. How large her hips
were, how log her slit was, how long her clit was, how far from
her cunt to her asshole, etc. Then Linda brought out a long dildo
and inserted it into Rosetta’s cunt. Then we bent her over and
Mary and I held her arms so her tits dangled down free. Her legs
were spread wide and Linda began the spanking. She spanked
Rosetta until her asscheeks were a hot pink. Then she had Mary
and I deliver a slap to each cheek.

We stood her up. Linda told her to undress Mary. She
hesitated but did it after another slap on the ass from Linda. As
she uncovered Mary’s tits Linda told her to kiss them to
apologize for being so naughty. Rosetta slowly kissed Mary’s
right nipple just enough to have done it. Then Linda told her to
suck Mary’s left one.Rosetta hesitated again, until Linda poked a
finger between her asscheeks and into her asshole. Linda had her
take off Mary’s panties and kiss her pubic mound and then had
Mary turn around and bend over. Linda pushed Rosetta’s face
against Mary’s ass and instructed her to kiss and lick Mary’s
pale ass. Linda was finger fucking Rosetta’s asshole while
Rosetta performed. When she told Rosetta to strip and suck me.
Rosetta did not hesitate, but got her ass fingered by Mary
anyway. She was a good cock sucker and after all the playing Mary
and I had done, I came fairly quickly filling Rosetta’s mouth.
Linda warned her not to lose a single drop of my cum, but to
swallow it all. Then Linda presented herself to be stripped and
kissed by Rosetta. She held Rosetta’s head while she sucked on
Linda’s tits. She did a good sucking this time. When Linda was
completely naked she sat down on the couch and spread her legs.
She told Rosetta that she should lick her mistresses cunt. Mary
and I grabbed Rosetta’s arms and pushed her down to her knees in
front of Linda’s wet cunt. We began slapping Rosetta’s ass
lightly until she surrendered and began licking. She seemed to
service Linda quite well with proper instruction from Linda. Mary
wanted to get fucked so she sucked me until I was erect and then
we fucked watching Rosetta do her lesbian duties. When Linda was
finished cumming and I had shot a load of cum (not much but some)
into Mary’s cunt, Linda took the dildo out of Rosetta and
positioned her over Mary for a 69ing. Mary absolutely devoured
that hot hairless cunt. And Rosetta licked my cum out of Mary’s
hole. After they were finished, we sent Rosetta to make lunch and
bring it to us at the pool. She was told to stay completely
naked. We lounged a poolside naked until Rosetta brought lunch.
Then as we ate lunch, we had Rosetta orally perform on each of
us. Not enough to make us cum, but enough to please us and keep
Rosetta busy.

We swam and sunned ourselves all afternoon, while Rosetta
did her normal duties (still naked). That evening Rosetta made
and served dinner naked and again orally serviced us while we
ate. After dinner, we retired to the living room and watched a
replay of Rosetta’s strip, inspection, cleaning and oral
servitude. Rosetta was then told to lay out on the floor and
masterbate for us. She spread her legs and fingered her hot
hairless cunt for 5 minutes before she was near cumming. Then
Mary and Linda knelt beside her and held her arms and legs, so
that she could not continue her fingering and could not prevent
me from accessing her slick cunt. Linda asked Rosetta if she was
ready to fuck me. When Rosetta asked her not to let me fuck her,
Linda instructed me to poke the dildo into Rosetta’s cunt. It
slid in so easy,and Rosetta moaned all the way. Linda repeated
her question and Rosetta just shook her head. Linda then told me
to pump the dildo into her. I slowly began sliding it in and out,
and Rosetta began writhing. Linda stopped me and repeated her
question. Rosetta shook her head (slower and less than before).
Linda had me pump the dildo a bit faster. Rosetta moaned louder
this time and really tried to wiggle her hips. Linda stopped me
again and repeated the question. This time Rosetta nodded yes.
Linda told Rosetta to say it. Rosetta asked Linda to let me “do”
her. Linda told her that she would have to be more explicit in
her sexual requests. Rosetta asked her to let me fuck her. Linda
motioned for me to move closer. I scooted closer and took my cock
and slowly moved the head up and down her wet slit parting her
fleshy cuntlips. Linda told Rosetta to ask for it again. Rosetta
began begging for a fucking and Linda told me to fuck her silly.
I plunged into her and she moaned and groaned as I fucked her hot
slick cunthole. I had cum in her mouth twice already that night
and this fuck was going to take a long time. After Rosetta’s
second orgrasm, Linda and Mary let go of her and they laid down
for some 69ing next to us. When they finished, they had me stop
and they moved Rosetta over a hassock and I slid into her cunt
from behind. I did not last much longer watching Linda and Mary
pulling on Rosetta’s tits and getting their own sucked on by the
girl I was fucking.

We rested a long time and then after desert sent Rosetta to
bed with another spanking. We retired to Linda’s bedroom to watch
(and record) Rosetta fingering herself. We fell into bed and
sucked and fucked a while before falling asleep. The next day we
went to the bank and all did our jobs with only the slightest of
snickers when we looked at each other. That night before dinner
Linda had Rosetta shower with each of us. First with Linda and
then with Mary and finally with me. We washed her tits and cunt
and ass until she was squeaky clean. We had her wash all of our
sensitive parts as well and use her mouth where appropriate.
Since I was the last to get washed and I saved her cocksucking
until the end, Linda used that time to give Rosetta another
enema. After she filled Rosetta ass with the soapy water, she
stuffed a butt plug into her. Then Linda and Mary began spanking
Rosetta’s ass. The first slap caused her to close her mouth
around my cock a bit too tight, but Linda warned her to be gentle
with my cock or they would have to use paddles or straps to
punish her ass. After that Rosetta was very careful with my cock
in her mouth. They spanked her (not too hard but hard enough) in
synch with her cocksucking action so that my cock was deep into
her mouth as a hand landed on her asscheek. I finally shot a huge
load of cum into her mouth. It was too much for Rosetta to
swallow all at once and some dribbled out of her mouth. Linda
stood her up and she and Mary licked Rosetta’s face clean. Then
they bent her over to my cock and had her lick all the cum off my
cock. I got out of the shower and Linda pulled the plug out of
Rosetta’s butt and let her sit on the toilet. Then Rosetta had to
get back into the shower, and masterbate for us with the handheld
shower head. Her giggling tits were really sexy when she started
cumming.

At dinner, Rosetta had to serve us naked again, and service
us orally as well. After dinner, Linda dug out a videotape for us
to watch. It was about 3 girls getting their asses fucked at a
summer resort. We tied Rosetta into a large stuffed chair, with
her butt scooted toward the front and her legs over the arms of
the chair. She was in a perfect position to watch the movie and
get licked at the same time. And we each ate her to two orgasms
(six total). After the movie, we untied Rosetta and took her into
the dining room. Linda bent her over to hold onto the table with
her hands. Her tits were dangling down like full udders wanting
to get milked. With her legs spread her hairless cunt and ass
glistened with her cum and our saliva. Linda had me get in front
of her and had her take my cock in her mouth. Then Linda and Mary
began to lubricate her virgin asshole with softened butter. They
each held one asscheek aside and alternated pokes into her
backdoor. Rosetta moaned softly with my ever enlarging cockhead
in her mouth. The ladies stretched Rosetta’s asshole with each
probe until she could take two fingers into her tail, then they
began pumping two fingers in and out. Linda had Mary insert a
finger from each hand and pull Rosetta’s asshole open so she
could push more butter inside. When Linda felt that Rosetta’s
asshole was stretched and slick enough, she had me pull out of
Rosetta’s mouth and she took a handfull of soft butter and
slathered my raging hardon with it. My cock was just an inch or
two from Rosetta’s mouth. Linda asked Rosetta if she wanted me to
cum, Rosetta said yes. Linda rubbed my cock head on Rosetta’s
cheeks and lips and asked her if she wanted me to cum inside her,
Rosetta said yes. Linda had Mary poke two fingers into Rosetta’s
asshole and rubbed my buttery cock across her lips and asked if
she wanted me to cum inside her ass, Rosetta said yes. Linda had
me move behind Rosetta and Linda put a chair in front where I
was. She sat in the chair so she could watch Rosetta’s face and
play with her big dangling tits. Linda told Mary to take hold of
my cock and rub it up and down Rosetta’s crack. She told Rosetta
that she would have to ask me to fuck her virgin ass before they
would let me inside Rosetta’s asshole. Rosetta asked me to fuck
her ass. Linda told her to ask us to ‘deflower her virgin ass’.
Rosetta asked Mary and I to ‘deflower her virgin ass’. Linda told
Mary to insert just the head of my cock into Rosetta’s backdoor.
Mary put one arm around Rosetta’s waist and with the other pushed
my cockhead into Rosetta’s hot buttered asspucker. Her asshole
was so hot and so tight, she held my cock tight, but she was so
buttery slick that she wouldn’t keep me out. Linda pinched
Rosetta’s nipples and told her that she was no longer a virgin
ass, but that I wasn’t going to fuck her until she asked us to
make her into a sluty assfucker. Rosetta pleaded with Linda to
let me fuck her ass. Linda repeated that Rosetta would have to
ask us to make her into a sluty assfucker and pulled on her hard
nipples until she winced. Rosetta asked Mary and I to make her
into a sluty assfucker. Linda told Mary to push my cock all the
way into Rosetta’s ass. Mary reached behind me and slowly pushed
me into Rosetta’s backdoor. Her ass was so tight, she felt like a
glove gently fitted onto my cock. The buttering made it so easy
to slide in despite her tightness. When I was all the way in,
Linda had us stop and told Mary to kneel down beside Rosetta.
After she got used to having a cock fill her ass, Rosetta began
to slowly squirm her ass back at me. Linda asked Rosetta if she
was ready to become a hot sluty assfucker. Rosetta said yes and
begged to get her ass fucked. Linda told me I could start fucking
her for all she was worth (her ass was worth alot). I slowly
pulled almost all the way out as Rosetta moaned. When I pushed
back in (a bit faster), Rosetta moaned even loader. I steadily
increased the speed of my strokes and Linda increased her playing
with Rosetta’s tits. Mary didn’t want to be left out so she
started playing with Rosetta’s slick cunt. Rosetta began to suck
on Linda’s small pointed tits and almost bit them when she came.
We gave her two orgasms before the tight warmth of her ass got me
to unload my cum into her tail. That night we tied Rosetta to her
bed so she couldn’t play with herself. Later in the week, we
watched some more movies, this time I sat in the chair and each
lady climbed on and impaled her ass onto my cock and laid back
against me. We would watch the movie while the other two ladies
would be licking her cunt and my balls. We ended the evening with
Mary and Rosetta 69ing while I fucked Rosetta’s ass (not quite as
tight as the first time, but still great).

On Friday night, we went out to dinner with all three ladies
wearing just light summer dresses and NO bras, panties,
pantyhose, etc. When we got back, Linda had us come out to the
pool and had Rosetta strip on the diving board and jump into the
pool, Mary was next, then me and finally Linda joined us and we
spent most of the night fucking and sucking and eating. On
Saturday morning, I was awakened by a hairless cunt being pressed
to my mouth. I began licking at it, thinking that Linda had made
Rosetta wake me up this way. When I felt another hairless cunt
mounting my cock I opened my eyes and realized that this wasn’t
Rosetta I was licking, it was Mary. When I had gotten Mary to
cum, she rolled off and I saw Linda riding my cock. Linda told me
that she and Rosetta had woken Mary with a surprise shaving and
that she decided to join them. After we both came, Linda took me
into the bathroom and we had a leisurely shower. When we got out,
we went to the dining room to find Rosetta and Mary had laid out
a fine breakfast and had climbed onto the table to be offer their
hairless cunts for eating as well. Linda and I rotated between
the two cunts and all the other tasty food on the table. Finally
we finished breakfast and we all went to shower (we had gotten a
little sticky from honey, jam, maple syrup,etc).

I had to catch a noon train for home and Linda was going to
drive me to the station. She had me get into the back seat of her
car and had Mary and Rosetta get on each side of me. They were
still stark naked. As we pulled away from the house Linda told
them to give me a good going-away sucking. And I reached down to
bury my fingers into both of their hot cunts to give them one
last finger-fuck.

“Ed?” She smiled at me, hesitating. I know how she felt, I
felt the same way. Here was this person I had been… well, intimate
with, all via computer, and now we were seeing each other in person
and still felt awkward. I gave her a hug, and she murmured in my ear,
“It’s good to hold you, finally.”

I stepped back for a moment to appraise her better. She did
look good in person, tall and slim but with a full, shapely figure. I
thought to myself, “I am a lucky guy.”

We were still a little nervous as we got into her car. We
chattered about all kinds of things, not getting to the point yet.
I’m not a kid, but I felt like I was on my first date. I was looking
straight ahead and blathering about something I can’t recall. Then I
felt her warm hand move over onto my thigh.

It was an electric moment, almost literally. I felt myself
getting excited right there on the freeway. I looked over and our
eyes met. I knew this was going to work out fine.

There was no more need to talk. Her hand was stroking my leg
and making me crazy. She was smiling over at me, like the cat eying a
canary, and her fingers were doing the walking. Up my thigh, slowly
and softly. And like a cat, she suddenly pounced! I gasped for a
second, trying to maintain my decorum. She rubbed my bulging crotch
and I swear she let out a little purr.

With terrible timing, we came up to some traffic and she had to
shift gears. Not wanting the moment to end, I decided it was my turn.
My hand moved over to her leg. It felt great through the thin cloth
of her slacks, slim and muscular. I had wondered if she was
describing herself accurately to me on the computer.

You see, we had met online, on GEnie. I’m a bit of a flirt, but
not really adventurous by nature. I don’t even remember how we became
friends, but it didn’t take long before we became a lot more than
that. We’d meet almost every night, at first in the chat area and
then moving over to Imagine*Nation, which is like chat combined with
an adventure game. We would lock ourselves into an online hotel room
and ravish one another. It was amazing, how realistic it felt. She’d
rub my back and nibble my ears, and I’d lick her until she cried out
for mercy. She told me she liked giving oral sex, and that she really
got off on swallowing. Music to my ears, if she wasn’t just getting
into a heavy fantasy trip.

I was about to find out.

We got to the hotel and I ran inside to check in. Neither of us
had eaten dinner, so we decided to go out and grab a bite. I tried to
talk her into room service, but she just laughed and told me to wait.

We sat next to each other in a small booth, getting close and
really feeling comfortable with each other. Still, it’s different, in
person, and we still had some exploring to do. Playfully I put my
hand back on her thigh and she let me explore for a moment before she
giggled and shooed me off.

“It’s not very dark here,” she said to me in a throaty voice.

“I know,” I groaned.

“Poor baby.”

But when the food arrived, somehow her hand found its way under
my napkin. It was really hard to concentrate on my sandwich. She was
just using her fingertips, running them up and down my cock. She
toyed with my zipper for a moment, then blushed and pulled back her
hand.

“I don’t want you to have to walk out of here all hunched over,”
she whispered to me.

“Got that right.”

Finally we got back to my hotel. On the way up the elevator we
grabbed each other passionately. All the way up to my floor near the
top of the hotel, our tongues explored each other. I ran my hands up
and down her back and caressed her bottom. A nice bottom, to be
sure.

Panting just a little, we entered my room. I moved to grab her
but she just skipped past me over to the window, opening the drapes.

“Great view!” She stood there, staring at the city spread
before us, all dark with jewels of light scattered all around.

I nodded behind her, not looking at the buildings much.

I walked up to her and put my arms around her waist from behind.
I nuzzled her neck and her ears. She sighed and relaxed into me.
Feeling adventurous, I reached up to her breasts. Oh lord, she had
nice ones! Full and firm. Keeping one hand up there, I moved my
other one down her belly. I heard a sharp intake of breath. A good
sign. I moved my hand down to her groin. It was warm. Very warm.
She was leaning back against me and breathing heavily. She started
running herself against me.

“Cindy, let’s back away from the window for a minute.”

She didn’t answer. Standing in front of a window more than 20
stories above downtown, she started unbuttoning her blouse. I helped
her. In a flash, she was down to a pretty lace bra and matching
panties, still with her back to me and facing the window. I unclasped
her bra and tossed it off. Her nipples were firm against my palms.

I knelt down and pulled off her panties. I kissed her all over
the back of her ass and her thighs as she stood there, naked in the
window. I reached around and rubbed her pussy. She was incredibly
hot and wet. She ground herself against my hand making low noises.

Keeping one hand inside her, I peeled off my clothes. It
wasn’t easy but it sure was a good cause. I stood up behind her and
pressed myself against her. Somehow I wasn’t all the way hard at the
moment. Probably because of the window. I’m not an exhibitionist,
personally.

Cindy turned around, finally, and looked down at me. She moved
her hands down my belly and I shivered. She took my semi-hard shaft
in one hand and moved up and down, very softly. We kissed deeply.
She stroked me a little faster, then stepped back a moment.

She smiled. “You never can tell how big these things are going
to get!” The she looked a little sober. “I think you’ll be a little
to big for me to take all the way in my mouth.”

I have no way of knowing how big I am. I never considered
myself huge or anything. But a guy doesn’t have much to compare
himself with, right? Who was I to argue with flattery.

She knelt down and kissed the tip of my cock. I closed my eyes
and leaned forward against the window. She had one hand on my ass,
the other at the base of my cock. She squeezed my cock rhythmically
while licking my knob. Then I felt her lips move around me. She
stroked me with her hand while nibbling me lightly. I looked down and
saw that she was having trouble getting it in. Inwardly I cursed.
Then I felt her tongue on me and she started stroking me in earnest.

“This will work,” I thought. I closed my eyes again. Faster
and faster, with her lips at the tip and tongue working fast, she
stroked me, up and down. I felt my knees growing weak. This was
fantastic! With her other hand she encouraged me to move my hips a
little. She was stroking me, licking me…]

“Oh god Cindy…” I said, groaning. In a moment I was cumming.
True to her word, she didn’t back off for a second. She kept her lips
on me, taking all my cum in her mouth, stroking me with her soft
hand, milking it all out of me. I felt like I had never cum so hard
in my life.

Finally, I pulled her off me. She stood and game me a warm hug.
We kissed, and I guess I tasted myself on her lips. I could feel her
squirming so I started working my way down her fine body. I sucked on
her neck, then down to her full breasts.

“Bite them,” she whispered. I started gently nipping at her
nipples, but she said, “Harder! I want you to bite them a lot
harder.”

I bit harder. I never met anyone who wanted me to do that
before, but she didn’t want me to be gentle at all. I tried not to do
any permanent damage, but the harder I bit the hotter she got. She
was gasping hard.

I moved down, licking her belly, then knelt and put my lips to
her pussy. She tasted nice, a mild and spicy flavor. No time to stop
and sightsee though, she needed me and fast! I put my lips to her
swollen clit and started working my tongue around her.

“I don’t think I can do this standing up,” I heard her say. She
lay down on the carpet and I got back to work on her. I licked her
fast and hard, working my head around in little circles, occasionally
reaching up to pinch her nipples. She had hold of my head and was
pressing me into her. I licked as fast as I could. Glancing up, I
saw her stomach tense and her back arch. Very quicky, she came. Her
legs began to twitch and she came again. I kept licking her but
slowed down as she relaxed. Finally I came up for air.

She opened her eyes and said, “I don’t usually cum that fast.”

I smiled. “You were kinda ready, you know.”

She smiled back and we cuddled for a minute. She started
stroking me again.

“I don’t think I’m ready yet,” I told her.

She started whispering in my ear. “I want you to fuck me right
in the window. I want to feel your great big cock filling me up.”
She licked my ear. She was definitely getting my attention. “I don’t
care if anyone can see us, I want you and I want you now!”

She was getting me, too. Smiling, she got on her hands and
knees in the window and pulled me behind her, doggie style. She
lifted up her ass and pulled me to her. She was still wet, and I
entered her in a moment. She started making noises again, so I
decided not to worry about grace and just pumped for all I was worth.
In and out, I watched myself jam it to her soft pussy and I listened
to her moan. She thrashed her head around and bounced her ass into
me.

I groaned as she leaned forward and my cock fell out of her, but
she just rolled on her back and pulled me in again. She wrapped those
long legs around me and we both started pumping again. She bit my
neck. I kissed her eyes. All the while my cock was moving in and out
like a piston in an engine. She was making those animal noises and
all at once she came. I kept on moving as all her muscles went tense
and her eyes rolled back.

She smiled up at me and rolled me over, getting on top. Sitting
straight up on my cock, she started bobbing up and down. I looked up
at her and enjoyed the show. Her tits were dancing there in the dim
city lights. She looked truly fine, with her slim waist and great
round hips. She especially looked good on my cock. Her eyes were
closed and she was lost in the rhythm. Then she leaned down to me and
started rubbing our bellies together. I arched my back and lifted my
knees so I could pump into her. She started gasping and I felt myself
getting close, too.

“Oh Ed!” She got off, and she got me off too. I must have
filled her with a quart of hot cum while I felt her moaning and
writhing on me.

By dawn, we both were exhausted and fell into a deep slumber.
When we woke up there was no more time for fun, I had to get to the
meeting I was really in town for. Afterward, she picked me up and
drove me to the airport.

I don’t know when I’ll get to see her again in person, but
somehow I know that when we meet online, it will be even better than
before. And sooner or later I’ll have business back in her town.
Despite our busy night, there are plenty of things we still want to
try on each other.

Slowly, she lifted herself off the bed on which she lay, ducking her head
to avoid the glass cover which had protected her for the last ten years.
She walked stiffly over to the next tank. Commander Barton’s body was still
inside, while her pulse and respiratory indicators showed her to be dead. The
other two tanks, which were reserved for the two men of the crew, also
contained bodies with no detectable respiration or heartbeat. She was the only
surviving member of her squad.

There were nearly a hundred squads of four in isolated control rooms
like this. They were separated by several hundred miles. The rational
behind this was that when the bombs started to fall at least one-third
of the control rooms were expected to survive. After the nuclear winter
had eliminated all human life the chosen ones would emerge from suspended
animation and start over; at least those who survived would.

Her name was Jessica Martin, an architect, art historian, construction
engineer and most important a fertile female. By her acceptance into the
Savior’s program, she had agreed to become the mate of one of the members of
her squad. He was a loathsome man with a genius level I.Q. This requirement
had almost made Jessica reject the program’s offer, but she had wanted to
survive the holocaust. It was almost a relief that his life support system
had failed. Unfortunately, the only two other members of the Saviors program
who could help her were also dead.

Fully awake now, Jessica started the preparations necessary for the next day’s
trip to the rendezvous point. The radiation readings were high, but tolerable.
The temperature outside was nearly eighty. This was better than expected
for a Spring day in the southwest desert after several hundred cubic miles
of dirt had been thrown in the air by nuclear explosions. Actually,
it was several hundred cubic kilometers. It had been agreed that
the survivors would convert to metric now. Most of the scientists
in the group had readily gone along with this since they were all used to
the system. Her profession still worked in feet and inches. Adjusting
wouldn’t be to difficult. If Jessica made a mistake in her conversions,
who would care if she went a few kilometers-per-hour over the speed limit?
There was no one there to enforce it anyway.

After nearly eight hours of preparation, including a wide variety of tests
for biological hazards, latent radiation, and chemical pollutants, she
was ready to start her trip. Everything went smoothly. The canned water
had not perished, the freeze dried food had not decomposed and the computer
had kept the solar car’s batteries charged.

The only set back she had, aside from the death of her companions, was that
the gun locker was buried under a huge concrete beam. Obviously, some kind of
explosion had occurred near by and now she was going to have to enter the
world above armed with only a tazer gun.

The tazer gun had been left in the glove compartment of her
transportation, a solar car. This was because, like the solar car’s batteries,
its charge had to be maintained for the ten years she had been
in thermo freeze. For projectiles, the tazer fired two darts which
struck an adversary and delivered a shock of twenty thousand volts through
wires which attached to the gun. It only had a range of around three meters
and only worked against one opponent. These limitations did not really
intimidate Jessica, since all animal life, including the human race,
had been removed from the surface planet by an excessively large number of
nuclear explosions. The only real danger would come from the few people, if
any, who survived the holocaust by hibernating underground like she did.

She spent her last night on the couch of her thermo tank. This time
she kept the lid up and relied on her body’s natural cycle of sleep
to wake her up rather than the life support computer. The next morning she
opened the two levels of outer doors and drove off using the battery power of
her solar car. There would be enough light out to recharge the vehicle as
she drove.

Although it was not as she expected, the outside world was peaceful. The
mountain under which she had been buried was still dry and arid. It had
remained nearly unchanged, the only noted difference being that the road north
to Arrow Point was in poorer condition than it had been ten years ago. This
was to be expected, given the untimely nuclear termination of the local
highway department.

In every direction, the desert stretched, broken occasionally by a shriveled
tree or cactus. It startled her that, no matter how sparse, plant life had
survived even in a desert after a nuclear holocaust. Jessica was taken more
aback by the vulture which circled overhead. Obviously, animal life had also
survived.

She drove on over the pitted road, heading north. Life seemed in abundance
compared to what she had expected. After two hours of driving she
nearly ran over a snake sunning itself on the side of the road. After
four hours she had seen a several small birds and one rat which
reminded her of her now deceased potential mate. Travelling
at twenty kilometers-an-hour, she was nearly a hundred kilometers from the
control room when she came across the wreck.

It was a four wheel drive vehicle, only a scorched hulk by the side of
the road with its two occupants burnt to a crisp inside. From the fresh
smell of gasoline, it was obvious that the vehicle had not been there more than
a few days. It appeared as though more than vultures, snakes and rats had
survived the war.

Just after she passed the wreck she heard the motorcycles behind her. There
were three men, all had shaved heads and wore leather jackets. Even at
peak speed there was no way that Jessica could out run the bikes. She pulled
over to the side of the road and waited for them to hopefully pass. They
didn’t. Instead, they pulled slowly up behind her with wolfish grins on their
faces. Even with her hair tied up, wearing a silver environment jumpsuit, she
was obviously a woman.

The three men parked their bikes and dismounted a short distance away from
where her vehicle was parked. Forming a skirmish line with cross bows leveled,
they advanced towards her. She sat quietly in the drivers seat. Maybe she had
been speeding. Maybe someone did care. What would she say?, “Excuse me
officer the nuclear holocaust knocked down all the speed limit signs. You
know how these solar powered cars are they just drive so fast.” Unfortunately,
solar powered vehicles were about the slowest form of transportation around and
besides, these men were obviously not police officers.

As they neared her she released the catch on the window and opened it. The
lead man, who looked like a blind date she once had, licked his lips. She
smiled, gave a flirtatious wave and shot him with the tazer gun. He let out a
howl as twenty thousand volts immobilized him.

Jessica drove off, leaving the other two men staring at her in amazement. If
only they stayed that way. In her rear view mirror she could see the lead
man stagger to his feet. That wasn’t possible, the tazer gun was guaranteed
to immobilize an assailant for at least ten minutes. Now was not the time
to think about getting a refund.

He screamed to his companions as he ran towards his bike. They caught up
to her in no time. Keeping a safe distance the leader easily shot out one
of her back tires with a pistol. The car careened out of control and slammed
into a dune. Jessica’s head struck the windshield. In her daze she saw the
three men run up to her vehicle. The drivers side window was smashed with the
butt of a rifle and she was dragged out without a fight.

Everything was blurry as she was thrown on her back. One man pinned her
arms, the other her legs as the leader straddled her. He ripped open the front
of her environment suit. “No” she murmured, to dazed from her blow to the
head to put up a fight. As the leader’s hands worked lower, she saw a fourth
man running towards them.

With a terrifying speed, the new arrival struck the man holding her legs with
the butt of his rifle. As the leader turned, he received a similar blow to
the face and like his companion was put temporarily out of commission. The
man holding her arms began to draw a pistol from his belt.
Before it left its holster, he was on the ground holding his crotch. Having
been given a kick squarely in the genitals, he had no real alternative
but to writhe in pain. Jessica’s savior was on him before he could recover.
There was a slight gurgling noise as the throat of this assailant was cut.
Without wasting any time, the throats of the other two men were also slit,
this insured that they were both permanently out of commission.

Her knight in shiny armour turned out to be a knight in black leather.
Looking up from his knee high boots to his nearly military haircut, she
saw he was a veritable arsenal. With a knife strapped to his right leg,
a pistol slung low to his hip and a bandoleer of ammunition over one shoulder,
he was both handsome and threatening. He was around 5′10” with sandy blonde
hair, broad shoulders and a slim waist. The desert had hardened him; this only
added to his good looks and ferocity.

As he eyed her carefully, Jessica realized that her breasts were hanging out of
her torn jumpsuit. She pulled it over them and fixed her bra. “You aren’t
going to rape me?” she asked. Walking towards his car, he shook his head.
Jessica received conflicting feelings of relief and disappointment as the
stranger walked towards his car.

It was a black Rally Sport, Camaro, 1973 if Jessica’s guess was right. Before
the war she had dated a man obsessed with cars. Actually obsessed was a mild
term for his addiction and subsequent boring monologues on such exciting topics
as the improved carburetor intake valves in the 73 versus the 74 Camaro.
Maybe the nuclear holocaust had been a good thing.

Her savior started his car’s engine and drove it next to the bikes. With a
piece of plastic hose he started to syphon the fuel from the motorcycle
closest to his car. Once the syphonning process was started he walked back
towards her.

Jessica stood up, running her fingers through her hair, which now hung
loosely about her shoulders, she tried to compose herself. “I’d like to thank
you. My name is Jessica Martin.” she said extending her hand. He looked up
momentarily and began to search the former owners of the motorcycles.
He removed a variety of weapons and tools from each of them. Adding to
Jessica’s opinion that here was a man of fine breeding, he removed the leader’s
boots which looked to be in better shape than his own. This made Jessica’s
stomach turn; her hero was nothing more than a grave robber.

After depositing his loot in his car and starting the syphonning process
on another motorcycle, he walked towards Jessica’s
vehicle. With a wrench in one hand, he began sizing up the vehicle. “Excuse
me” Jessica stammered, “That’s my car and I would like to keep it in
one piece.” At her request he walked back towards his car and began taking
selected parts off one motorcycle.

In disgust Jessica walked to her car. It appeared to be hopelessly stuck in
the dune. Its motor refused to engage, probably because most of the battery
cells had been destroyed when she crashed. She picked up her food and what
gear she could carry and walked towards the Camaro. The third motorcycle was
now being syphonned and another bike was being stripped of useful parts.

“Excuse me”, she said “could you possible give me a ride north.”

“No” was the first word he spoke to her.

“Well, what do you expect me to do?”

“I don’t care” he replied as the flow of liquid began to dwindle from
the siphoning hose.

“You bastard. The only reason you saved me was so that you could get
more fuel for your car.” Jessica was angry, she had been used.

“No, the only reason why I saved you was that there are now three less
skags in the valley to give me trouble”.

Jessica’s anger calmed. “Take me with you.”

“No”

“Why?”

“I already have one too many mouthes to feed.”

“I have food.”

“Nope.”

In desperation and with a bit of desire, she added, “I’ll sleep with you”.

He stood up, grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against him.
She could feel his leather jacket press against her breast. His kiss was
fierce but cold. Despite this it sent shivers through her entire body. One
top of the indignity of the forced kiss he added, “If I wanted
to sleep with you I would take you now. You are not my responsibility.”
She was angry, she had been rejected. There was a first time for everything.

Jessica thought for a moment. “I can give you fuel, food and weapons
if you can get me up to Arrow Point in the north.” His eyes lit up as
Jessica continued, “I’m from a group called the Saviors. We were placed in
cryogenic freeze before the war. After ten years the thermo units were set to
wake us up. We are all supposed to rendezvous at Arrow Point. We have
supplies and the technological know-how to start over.”

“Then, why are you alone?” he demanded.

“My companions’ thermo units failed somehow. I was the only survivor from
my group. There were nearly a hundred other groups. Those who survived
are heading towards Arrow Point”. She batted her eyelashes and tried to
look as helpless as possible. Jessica leaned forward slightly so that her
ripped jumpsuit would show off her breast. After all, this man was her
one chance at survival in this savage world.

The man leaned against his car contemplating the offer. Eyeing the dwindling
flow from the syphonning hose, he said “Alright, but on my terms.” Jessica
smiled, she still had a touch with men. She had coaxed him into taking her
along.

Fifteen minutes later Jessica and the stranger were travelling north.
Strapped into the passenger’s seat, she had both hands chained at her sides.
No matter how much she protested, he refused to have it any other way.
When he said “My terms”, he meant it. The wind blew her jumpsuit open as
they drove. It was no longer necessary for her to lean forward in order
to give him a view of her breasts. He could just look over at her, chained on
his terms and see what ever he wanted. Contrary to what she desired and
expected, he never took his eyes off the road.

He introduced himself as Jason, no last name, just Jason. Obviously,
he trusted no one. In his brief monologue, Jason told her that the valley was
ruled, for the most part, by a biker called The King. This biker leader,
had several dozen men under him who scavenged off the surrounding land and
sought to remove all undesirables from the area. They wanted total control of
the valley, while the undesirables, like Jason, sought to survive by
scavenging off the scavengers.

The main difficulty in heading north is that they would have to cross the
river. This meant either leaving the car and swimming across the cesspool
of a river, or driving across the bridge. Although the bridge was heavily
guarded, abandoning the car was not an alternative. Crossing the river was
the only way to drive out of the valley and therefore the only means of
accomplishing this was being protected. That way the King could keep
his own me from deserting and men like Jason from getting into the outside
world. More importantly, the bridge served to keep Jason’s car in the valley;
it was the most valuable item around, next to Jessica.

The roads were in fair shape as they drove. Jason’s skill at driving made
them seem in better shape then they actually were. His car made better time
than the solar power car had. On the back seat were the two battery cells
which had survived the crash of the solar car. This and some food was all
that Jason determined was salvageable from the solar car, besides Jessica.

As they drove he rested his hand on the shift. Confined by the
chain attached to her left wrist, Jessica could just barely
brush her finger tips against his hand. She did so as they drove, because
she longed for his attention and desired to please him. After all,
he had saved her life. He seemed not to notice. Giving in to instinct, he
let his hand wander and touch the side of her left breast. Her gasp of
pleasure awoke Jason from his trance. Quickly, he withdrew his hand, making
it a point not to let it rest on the stick shift anymore. Jessica wondered
why he didn’t find her desirable.

They stopped several miles from the bridge and pulled off behind a ridge.
Jason wanted to attempt the crossing at night, so there was nothing left to
do but wait out the rest of the day. Unlocking her hands, he placed
a chain around her neck. The other end of the new chain was locked to a
convenient log. Jessica sat obediently at the base of the log while
Jason lit a small fire and opened a can of food for dinner. She had no choice,
the chain around her neck kept her from running away and as an
extra precaution he had tied her hands behind her back.

As Jason heated the can over the flames, Jessica felt the gnawing of
hunger pangs. Dinner was only beef stew, but it smelt wonderful.
Jessica hadn’t eaten all day and before that, not for ten years.
After it reached the desired temperature, Jason placed the contents
of the can on a plate and began to devour it. “What about me?” Jessica
asked. This brought a smile to Jason’s face as he replied by reaching over
and striking her across the face. Following this momentary distraction,
he took a long swig from his canteen and resumed eating.

When he had finished nearly everything on his plate he slid it over to
Jessica. She looked up at him despising everything he stood for. Starving,
hands tied behind her back, she had no choice but to lick what remained of
dinner off the plate. Maintaining her strength was more important than saving
face. Once they reached Arrow Point he would pay. Surely, the Saviors
wouldn’t want such a man in their midst, nor would they allow him to exist in
the new world they would create.

Having finished what remained on the plate, Jessica lay her head down on the
log, hoping that she would sleep. This was a difficult task because she did
not find herself tired, rather she was strangely aroused. After ten years in
thermo freeze this was to be expected. It had nothing to do with her
travelling companion, the way he treated her or the way her fed her dinner.
Although the only man around was a barbarian, she couldn’t help but fantasize
that he would extract some kind of payment from her as they travelled north.
With these thoughts she drifted into sleep.

Jason nudged her with his boot. Jessica stirred and kissed his foot as she
slept. He nudged her a second time and she awoke as she prepared to kiss his
foot again. Jessica had dreamt he had torn away her foolish silver environment
suit and instead had given her several skimpy pieces of fur to wear.
Before she was allowed to accompany him to the north she was told she must
kiss his boots. She did so willingly, only to wake and discover it had
been a dream.

Night having fallen, he unchained her neck, allowing her to rise to her feet.
Leading her to the car, he chained her to the floor of the back seat. “Why
can’t I sit in the front seat?” she demanded.

Jason smiled, “If there is trouble, I don’t want my cargo damaged”.

“You bastard” she spat.

Jessica’s position did not provide her with a good view of the events which
transpired. From where she lay, it was obvious that Jason was driving at a
high speed towards the bridge. There was no light on dash board and therefore
she assumed he was driving without head lights. The ride was surprisingly
smooth despite the adverse conditions under which they travelled.
Once again she was impressed at his ability to drive. This time the
conditions were even worse, it was at night, without headlights,
on roads which had not been repaired in ten years. He truly was a rare breed
of man; she would make him pay for his arrogance.

The car accelerated suddenly. Jessica assumed that they had reached the
bridge. Bending her body upward she could see Jason with one hand
on the wheel and the other holding a pistol. The barrel was pointed out
the window. Firing several shots, he cut the wheel sharply as if
to avoid something. Thrown back on the floor by the sudden maneuver,
Jessica let out a scream as the windshield shattered spraying glass in all
directions. Even where she lay, shielded by the front seats, she was showered
by flying pieces of glass. As something large bounced off the hood of the
car, it did not waver from its course for a moment. Obviously, some `skag’
had gotten in Jason’s way. The car roared on steadily and Jessica realized
that they had reached safety.

After a seemingly endless amount off time Jason pulled over.
Lifting her carefully from the back seat, he asked if she was all right.
Jessica nodded, having been taken aback by his sudden change in attitude.
He had been so tender carrying her from the back seat and seemed to caress her
as he dusted the pieces of glass from the outside of her jumpsuit.

Jason’s face was covered with blood. This didn’t seem to bother him
and Jessica knew enough first aid to realize that even the smallest
facial wound bleeds torrents. Jessica felt a tinge of sadness as he removed
the neck chain and untied her hands. “Take off your clothes.” he said as
he removed his jacket. Jessica juiced in anticipation. He brushed
the glass off his shirt and shook his jacket out. Instead of throwing her
on her back and using her, he placed his jacket around her and shook the glass
out of her jump suit.

Ignoring her, he made sure there was no glass left in her jump suit. The only
passion he could muster was a look minor look of disdain for her foolish
choice of attire in a post nuclear world. Jessica could only glare at him.
She had been rejected again. With her standing there in only her skimpy
undergarments, how could he be immune to her beauty?

She took off his jacket and her bra exposing her breasts to him. Her nipples
were erect with desire but all Jason could muster was a perplexed look.
Jessica removed her lacy bra and brought it to her mouth in order to moisten
it. “Its cotton” she said “It is the only thing I have that will clean up
the blood properly.” This obviously did not include the first aid kit which
sat idly in her pack on the back seat.

Leaning forward she brought her left breast within inches of his mouth
as she wiped the blood from his face. For a moment his whole body
tightened. Almost immediately, Jason regained his composure as Jessica
felt his body relax again. Either he was gay or he had tremendous self
control. Jessica deliberately poked the cut on his forehead in a feigned
attempt to clean it. He didn’t flinch, although she knew it must have hurt.

Rejected, she stormed back to the car and got the first aide kit. Walking
back towards Jason she started to cry. “You faggot” she screamed, throwing
the kit at him. Easily ducking the projectile, he walked towards her. Jessica
longed and expected to be struck. Instead he stood there and for the first
time appeared to be unsure of what to do.

Still sobbing she cried, “You don’t love me. You don’t find me attractive.”

Jason took a step backwards, taken aback as her tears turned quickly
into anger. Lunging forward, her nails dug into his exposed shoulders.
Grabbing her arms, he forced her to the ground. Once he was occupied with her
razor sharp finger nails, Jessica brought her head up and sunk her teeth into
his shoulder. “You bitch” he grunted, striking her across the face with the
back of his hand.

Reeling from the blow, she fell back to the ground. He dove on top of
her as she brought her knee up to greet him. Twisting his hips to the side he
took the potentially fatal blow on his right thigh. One hand
grabbed both her wrists while the other tore her panties off.
Having removed the final obstacle from her body, Jason opened his pants.
Jessica’s hands were held over her head, she was helpless. He penetrated
her thrusting into her fiercely. Each blow brought him closer and closer
to ecstasy. Finally, he exploded inside her with one last powerful thrust.
Lying there, Jessica realized that she had been used; forced against her will
to give him pleasure, after all she was only a woman.

Jessica lay blissfully, in his arms. After a while, she crawled away
for a moment to where he discarded her neck chain. With the chain
dangling between her red lips, she crawled humbly back to him. Jason
smiled as he put the chain around her neck, fastening the other side
somewhere underneath the car.

He wrapped one arm around Jessica and clutched he long silky hair with
his free hand. “Listen to me” he said “I already lost someone special
in this bitch of a world. I’m not planning on loosing you. Do it my way, on
my terms and we will survive.”

“Yes, master” she replied as a tear of joy fell from her eye. Jessica
hoped she would make him happy. He loved her and had opened up to her
by letting her into his life. By overcoming his loss and loving her,
Jessica was left with no choice but to reciprocate his feelings by becoming
his slave.

The next morning Jessica woke to find a plate with the remainder of
breakfast on it. Without using her hands she ate it.

Jason was busy in the car. He had removed the shattered windshield and
was doing something behind the front seats. Removing the chain
from where it was fastened underneath the car he pulled Jessica to her feet.
“I made something for you.” he said.

The floor behind the front seats was covered with several blankets and
a piece of small fur. There was also a pillow there. “It is your
slave nest. We don’t want your beauty to attract undesired attention and
we wouldn’t want you hurt.”

“Yes, master” she replied.

“By the way”, he added, “I want you to use that piece of fur to make
yourself a more suitable outfit.” She nodded. “Also, I also don’t feel it
would be in my, I mean our best interest to head towards Arrow Point right
now. I think the `perfect’ society would be too restrictive.” Kissing her
he added, “I have everything I could possibly want right now.”

“Yes, master”, she cried giving him a kiss. “I will make an outfit
which I hope you will find pleasing.”

“I find the one you are wearing now quite pleasing”. With that he
placed her on all fours and took advantage of her lack of attire.

“Yes, master” she cried.

Not the same kind of adventures the old timers had on those sailing vessels,
though. Those days belong to ancient history.

I’m talking about bedroom adventures. That was what I was looking for when
I started out and I’m still looking for them, although I have had them all
around the world.

I’ve been a pussy freak since I was 12. I guess you could describe me as a
seaman by trade and a lover by inclination.

I’ve read these articles by different guys who said one certain ethnic type
of woman was the best balling. I’ve tried them all and I can’t say that…
they are ALL good!

But don’t let anyone tell you that women are the same all over the world
either. They are all different. Basically built the same of course, but
still different in so many wonderful, interesting ways.

In Asia, Africa and Latin America, the only women a sailor can get close to
is a professional. Married women don’t dare play around and single girls live
at home and are closely guarded.

But those whores are different than these walking cash register, these
automatic pussies we have here in the States. Those Asian, African and Latin
American hookers enjoy what they do for a living and even the best of them ask
so little in terms of US currency that it is almost free.

And of course, here in the States, and in most European countries and
Australia, even a seaman doesn’t have to pay for pussy.

In England, Scotland and Australia, there is a certain type of broad that
automatically gets an itchy crotch whenever she spots a seafaring man. And
don’t think we can’t be spotted. No matter how casually we dress, the broads
spot us by our tanned faces and rolling stride.

In Liverpool, I balled a young broad AND her mom in a space of ten hours.
Joyce was a long legged brunette beauty who worked in a Liverpool office and
hung around waterfront bars because she had a thing for seamen.

I took her out for a few drinks then we went to her parents house. It
turned out that her father was retired British Navy and her brother was in the
merchant marine.

We had a friendly visit, drank a lot of beer, then casually as anything,
Joyce and I went to bed. Her parents didn’t seem to mind at all. They seemed
to take it all for granted.

I balled Joyce most of the night. Then she had to go to sleep so she could
get up in time for work. In the morning, she left me in bed and went to work.
That was when her mom came in and asked me what I’d like for breakfast.

It seemed that the old man had also gone to work and the mother and I were
alone in the house. She was a prettyy dark-eyed, prematurely gray woman in
her mid forties, a bit on the hefty side, but still sexy.

When I told her what I wanted for breakfast she blushed, then giggled, but I
got what I wanted. I have always enjoyed eating pussy for breakfast.

I was out in the Pacific islands before they got too fucked up. They were
fucked up by the GI’s to a certain extent but the tourists hadn’t started
going there yet. These Polynesian broads were probably the best, if there is
such a thing as best. I always liked their directness. To them, sex was no
big deep, dark secret. It was something you did for fun, like dancing or
swimming.

The Arab whores in Beruit and Dar Es Salaam are something else. They’ve
been trained since childhood in the arts of pleasing a man. The only trouble
is you have to make sure you never fuck around when you don’t have a couple of
pals along. You could end up a naked corpse with a slit throat.

The Filipino babes are out of sight too. They have the tightest cunts in
the world, even the hookers. But in Manilia, you ahve to be careful and not
get fooled by a benabae, a drag queen. In the Phillipines it isn’t easy to
tell the difference.

But what the hell, who cares?

The merchant marine is a great career for a pussy freak. Naturally you go
weeks without any, but you can sure make up for it whenever you go ashore!