Enchanting Filth

Everything in this account was flagged, beginning on April 25, 2017.

Originally it was videos of people getting facials where cum gets in their eyes.

Now? Who knows...

I have several stories up on Literotica.com. Hopefully, you don't find it too surprising that most of them are well-rated. There are some one-offs and experiments that aren't, but most of the more mainstream stories do well, even the Omorashi ones (that was surprising to me).

I have 2 stories, what I hoped was the beginning of a longer series, and the first one was popular enough, but the second one... It's rated well, but it hasn't achieved the minimum of 10 ratings to actually register on the "Hot List".

So, if anyone could swing by and give it a read, and give it a rating (5 star system), that would be great. It has 8 and just needs 2 more.

The first Monica's Magical Machination was about an older man with a younger woman. Pretty standard, and got a lot of hits. The second story was interracial, and I'm wondering if that led to its lack of popularity. I posted it on another erotica site, and the same thing happened over there.

If you feel like reading any of my other stories, just click my username over there for the list. Please don't give a rating if you haven't spent some time reading the story, as periodic removals may affect those stars. Thanks in advance for your consideration.

8300 words. Published on Literotica and omo.org.

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It looked like it was going to be another successful party. 

It was nice to see some of the same faces as other years, and not so nice for some others. There has been a slight change over the years to the roster of village citizens or guests at the party, so I keep my relationship with them as the absentee friend and keep the drinks coming, the ice stocked and the finger foods warm. 

Bill and Maria were always a pleasure. He’s the funniest dentist I know, which considering the pool of dentists I know, isn’t saying much. Maria has a degenerative bone disease, so every year she still feels like coming out is a blessing. 

There’s the three hens, aka the minions; my ex-wife’s friends. Christine, Jeannie, and Karen. They’re pleasant enough to my face, but I know they watch everything I do and report back to her. I tried not to disappoint them for a few years, but I’m not that guy, and the village isn’t a hotbed of sleaze, so I’ve become used to having them waste their time keeping tabs on me. Christine is the ringleader, if such a thing exists amongst minions, a vapid socialite who lives by feeling her own relevance. Karen has an appropriate name, and Jeannie represents the anomaly. Far shyer than the others, she shows kindness and warmth, and if it weren’t for history, she’d be worth the scandal. 

There’s Walt, the closest thing Apple Lake has to a mayor. Village Executive is the official title, and it’s little more than a part-time, poorly paid gig, which is odd considering the relative wealth of many in the village. He likes it, and as the only Certified Financial Planner in the area, he doesn’t need the money. He’s just been telling me about some of the latest new residents, one of whom is in attendance tonight. 

There were about 30 people, all arrayed around the large open floor plan of the lake house, vying for their turn in the single bathroom at the center of the house. On one side is the kitchen and large dining room, and on the other is a wide open space up against large picture windows overlooking a grassy slope leading down to the lake. The original house was built in the 1850s, and sadly, no photos of it exist until the 30s when it received its first addition. In the 70s, it was modernized, and the interior was made into an open plan. It’s a split level, and Walt and I were standing at the railing overlooking the living area from the dining room. 

“Her name is Jennifer, and she moved in after your party last year. New governess, or whatever old man Mackey is calling her.” His eyes point out a petite Asian woman with bobbed black hair, a white sleeveless blouse and a khaki, thigh-length skirt. “He’s been travelling a lot more this year, and she’s in that monster house alone with the staff and the children. It’s good to see her out; I don’t think she gets away very much.”

“Governess,” I let the word roll in my mouth. “She seems too old to be an au pair.” Not that she was old, but an au pair seemed like a teenager, and she was not a teenager. It was hard to pin an age on her. I guessed mid-thirties?

“I will leave it to you to discover her secrets.” Walt finished the last of his bourbon, and we walked back to the counter, where he set his empty glass. “You should talk to her; she’s pretty.”

“She is,” I agreed, “but I’ll talk to her anyway.” I winked at him. 

“Tom, it’s been six years now? Don’t you think you’ve waited long enough? 

“Who says I’ve waited?”

He did that thing where he looked over the top of his glasses at me. “Tom.” 

“Well? I’ve been busy.”

“With all those college students?”

“That would be unprofessional.” 

“Of course.” He agreed. He pushed his glasses up with a finger. “Despite that, you’re not getting any younger. I’m not saying you should prey on her, but at least chat with her a little. Besides, it will give the Minions something to talk about.” It wasn’t good that we both looked over at them, but their attention was riveted on Jennifer, who appeared to be in some discomfort. It almost looked like she was… no. I’m sure it was my imagination.

We looked at each other. “OK, Walt, you sold me. I’ll do it for the Minions. Besides, she looks… uncomfortable.” 

“See? She’s screaming ‘save me, save me’,” he finished in a higher-pitched voice. “And what will the children do without their governess? Tom, think of the children.”

“Aren’t you supposed to be leaving yet?”

Walt sighed. “Yes. Susan will need help getting to bed again.” He finished his beer, and we walked past the kitchen counter, where he set the bottle down, on our way to the front door. “I’d like to say I’m coming back, but… those days are gone. I’ll have another beer and fall asleep.”

“Sounds like a good evening to me.”

“See? Find yourself a good woman so you can fall asleep at home with a beer.”

“I already do that, no woman required.” I didn’t tell him the part where I would hold my pee until I leaked and couldn’t help peeing my pants. No woman was going to tolerate that. My ex sure didn’t. 

“I know the divorce was hard, but you’ve bounced back well. You got this place out of the deal, and while I love seeing you, if you ever want to sell…”

“You’ll be the first to know, Walt.”

“Have fun and be good, and if you can’t be good, be careful,” he offered as his standard parting. I mumbled the rest along with him, “And if you can’t be careful, name it after me.” 

“I’ll see you Sunday, Walt. 

“Not if I see you first.” I checked to see if there was anyone else arriving as he went down the pathway to the street, but there wasn’t, so I went back to the kitchen.

I got the Lakehouse in the divorce and had even lived here for a while. Long enough to finish authoring a book as a follow-up to my PhD. The book, while financially pointless, got me an offer from the University of New Mexico, and so it was off to Albuquerque for me. For the past 5 years, I returned in mid-June for a week, coinciding with Founders Day, and threw the traditional party we had thrown for years prior on the Friday before the 21st. 

I would never have been able to afford that place, so I worked with Walt, and we got it set up as an Air B&B. A local family handled the cleaning, and the house generated enough income to cover expenses and then a little extra. I looked forward to coming back every June, hosting the party on Friday night, and then pissing myself silly through the weekend before having the professional crew come in and give the place the yearly deep cleaning. My little treat to myself. 

Even now, as I went to pop open another beer, I toyed with holding during the party, although I would never wet with guests in the house; still, it could be fun to risk a little leaking. I switched to another playlist, Summer Suarez, on Amazon Music and did some recon.

The party had been going on since 5, and it was pushing 9 now, with the sun still kissing the horizon this close to the solstice. The sunset was gorgeous over the lake, and with the back porch being a perfect vantage point, many of the guests were outside. I refreshed the food spread  — nothing fancy, pre-made trays and stuff I could heat from frozen. Naturally, there had to be a small crock full of those tiny hot dogs with barbecue sauce. I know, Vienna sausages. Whatever. 

I noticed the Asian woman, Jennifer, standing by the window looking outside. She was shifting from hip to hip, and I thought she was dancing by herself, but the motions were too exaggerated, and I realized I knew that dance. She had to pee. 

The bathroom was free, which was a rarity, and I wondered if she knew where it was. I suppose she could also go outside. Because she wore a skirt, she could in theory go anywhere outside unnoticed once it got dark. My imagination took off as I watched her, and my cock swelled as I pictured her just peeing outside, on the lawn, next to the hydrangeas. 

She saw me staring. I’m sure I blushed hard and figured it was time to introduce myself. I went down the 5 stairs to the living room and over to her as I introduced myself. “Hi, I’m Tom.” I stuck out my hand. 

She took it. “I’m Jen.”

I felt awkward. Up close, she was lovely, with her cropped black hair and tanned skin. She had a heart-shaped face, a narrow nose, and full, pert lips with dark, almond-shaped eyes. The sunset behind her formed a nimbus around her head as though she were an angel sent to earth. She wasn’t tall  — five three  — with small breasts and a slim waist and wide hips. At just a hair under six feet, I was a full head taller. I caught myself staring at her again, and tried to recover as she asked, “Are you alright, Tom?”

“Yes, it was just you, with the sunset…,” and I caught myself. What was I honestly going to say to her? Now, it was her turn to blush, and she looked down at her feet. “Do you need something to drink? Have you eaten?” I hoped I could recover. 

“I could use another beer.” 

“C’mon, there’s a cooler outside.” I led her out to the porch and to a cooler, where I pulled a Garage Beer and popped it open for her. I swigged the remainder of mine down and grabbed another. Not the best idea, but my brain was misfiring like crazy. I nodded towards the lawn, and we walked down the stairs onto the grass as the sun did its last flare before disappearing beneath the water and bathing us in twilight. 

“I’m told you wrote a book.” I nodded. “The migrations and intermingling’s of the pre-Columbian Indigenous cultures in the American Southwest?” I arched my eyebrow at her. 

“You’re not one of those fans who want me to sign their book and then stalk me, are you?” She smiled at that. “Please say yes!” I tried to look like a little kid hoping for ice cream. 

I clapped my hands excitedly when she answered, “Yes,” and then she continued, “Except. I haven’t read your book and don’t have a copy, and I do not know where you live, other than New Mexico.”

“You’re a little new at this stalker thing, aren’t you? It’s OK, I’m new at being stalked, so it looks like we’ll get along fine.” I could see her pressing her knees together as she swiveled her hips. She was far more subtle than I was, and it made me realize I was approaching a point where I would have to go to the bathroom or leak. I wondered, rather, hoped that she would start peeing right then and there, and again she caught me in my reverie, staring at her, slack-jawed like an idiot. 

“Are you OK?” Now I hoped she didn’t notice the bulge beginning to form in my pants. 

“I’m fine, it’s just you, you’re… You’re beautiful.” I wanted to claw those words back as soon as they left my mouth, but I just followed with, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“You’re not.” Her face flinched, and I saw her body spasm a little, and then she continued. “I think you’re handsome. Ed told me you’d be handsome and funny and that I should come to your party.”

“Ed, you mean old man Mackey?” She winced. 

“He hates being called that. He’s only 42. My age.”

“Wow, I assumed he was older. You I assumed, were younger.”

“Most people do on both counts,” Jen chuckled, and I could see her legs clenching a little as she rolled her hips. Her brief episodes lasted only a second or two, and then she seemed normal. I felt a little bad, wondering if I was misunderstanding the situation. Perhaps she just had a nervous tic or some kind of muscular condition. “He seems all kinds of grumpy, but he’s nice once you get to know him. He speaks highly of you.”

“Me? That’s odd.” Despite attempts at spraying, the mosquitoes were out, so I motioned for us to walk again, and we climbed the stairs back to the deck. I could see the minions watching like vultures, waiting to see what happened. 

The first strong urge to pee hit me, and I realized I was officially holding from here on out. It had to be a dream that she was too. I considered going to the bathroom like a normal person, but I didn’t want to walk away from this enchanting woman. 

“He read your book. He told me a little about it. It sounds interesting.”

“I may be a little biased, but it is.” She laughed at my stupid joke and reached out to squeeze my arm. Her knees pressed together, and her hips rocked. Again, I could see that she exhibited all the signs I recognized from scores of omorashi videos and descriptions in stories, and now I became convinced she was holding. “Are you alright, Jen? Do you need…? Can I show you where the bathroom is?”

Her face flushed a bright shade of crimson, and my heart stopped, afraid I had offended her. She hissed slightly, caught herself and then answered, “I saw the bathroom,” and nodded through the windows at the growing line for the bathroom inside. “I’ll wait, but I appreciate your thoughtfulness.” 

We stepped inside, and it thrilled me to see Jen stay with me as I went up the short stairs to the kitchen. We walked past the Minions, who were now a study in disinterest, and I smirked as I acknowledged them. Walt would be proud of me. We continued through the line for the bathroom, and experience told me it was going to be a while if you got in line now. No one appeared desperate already, but these were all normal people who planned and went to the bathroom when they were supposed to. 

Jen joined me when I started tidying a little, and I thought of getting another beer, but figured I should have a water and poured myself a red solo cup full. I held it up to see if Jen wanted one, hoping she wanted one, but she held up her beer can, showing she was still working on that. I saw her grip the counter and squeeze her thighs and knees together, and then I was positive she was holding, becoming lightheaded at that realization and felt a fresh surge of blood to my prick. 

She grabbed a toothpick and stabbed at one of the tiny hot dogs covered in barbecue sauce. The second stab pierced one, and soon she was licking her lip to remove a stray drop after she put it in her mouth. She asked me about my book, and I realized I had a crush on her. I gave her the 5 minute Reader's Digest version, even though I would lecture for hours at the university and even got some of my jokes in, which she politely laughed at. I noticed her getting closer until her body was against me, with one hand holding me at the elbow where I could feel her squeeze slightly when her knees pressed against each other. The Minions noticed too.

“Your students must love you.” I could smell the barbecue sauce on her breath. 

“Oh sure,” I said, rolling my eyes, “all the way until the first grading period.”

“Do any of them try for…,” she smiled to herself and blushed, “extra credit?”

“They try, but I’m not that professor.” As much as I liked the direction this was taking, I was more interested in learning about her. “I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess that you are…,” I paused dramatically, “Japanese.”

“That limb did not break, sir. Technically I’m American, but my parents moved here from Japan in the late 70s.” We both looked at each other, smiled, and then I felt myself blush again and look away. I was feeling warm despite the chill of having to pee.

I checked, and the bathroom line was still going. I knew I would need to do something myself soon unless I wanted to risk a visible wet spot. I couldn’t imagine she hadn’t leaked by now, and I wondered what her endgame was. I figured I’d go for it.

“Omorashi or Omutsu?” She froze at those words, and her eyes widened as her mouth opened. I could see her tense a little, as if she were suppressing a leak, and then she glanced around. 

“Origami. You forgot that one.” She sighed. “Omorashi.” She pronounced it differently, and I realized she must also speak Japanese. “I should have worn a pull-up, but I hadn’t planned on anything.” She looked me in the eye for a moment, and I felt a twinge in my groin as I tried to suppress another leak, to no avail. “I intended to use the bathroom, but someone was in it, and then I held it for a while longer, and then you showed up. Now, I’m too…,” she blushed and looked away. “It feels too good right now.”

Giddily, I admitted, “I’m holding too, and I don’t have much time left.”

“Tell me about it. If I had known you knew, I might have done it while we were outside.” Her leg was pressing against me, and she was practically standing on my toes. I think she was steadying herself, and this sudden revelation about her and her acceptance of my admission was intoxicating. The thought of the two of us letting loose together was more than I could stand, and I had to get away from the party. 

“If you had done that, I believe I would have cum right then and there.” 

She blushed, holding her hand in front of her face, and said, “I think I might just now, anyway.” She was startled at her own admission. “I’m never this forward. I don’t know…”

“It’s the pee talking. Me too.” 

She laughed at that and then winced. “Don’t make me laugh,” as I felt her leg press against me and she gripped my elbow tightly. She looked at the bathroom line. “Can you cut me in?” She paused. “Or shall we go outside?”

“No,” I whispered, “come with me.” I took her hand and stiff legged lurched towards the upstairs stairway, off limits to guests, and it was a struggle for both of us to control ourselves as we climbed them. Once upstairs, I relaxed, and she looked around as I led her through the main bedroom into the bathroom. I could hear her breathing faster as I turned on the dim night-lighting and let go of her hand, but she didn’t let go of mine for a moment and then released it with a shy smile on her face.

“I’ve never known anyone who was,” she stopped to clench, “into this.”

“Neither have I.” 

“What should we do? Who goes first? I think I’m going to…” she clenched again. “No.” She let out a little giggle. “I think I’m shy.” She took her small shoulder bag and tossed it into the corner. 

I put my hand on her waist and guided her with me to the shower, where we stepped in. It was one of those walk-ins with a large rainwater head and dark blue Mediterranean tiles. “Whenever you’re ready.” I added, “if this is OK with you. I’m sure the toilet doesn’t enjoy being ignored.” She looked up at me, and I felt her hands on my shoulders, pulling herself in tight. 

“You’re not getting away.” She stepped in so close her thighs were surrounding my one leg, and she started rubbing her crotch on my leg. I reached around to cup her ample ass and pull her in even tighter, matching her movements to push my leg against hers. Her panties were soaked, and I let out a large leak into my already damp shorts.

Her face was on my shoulder, and I felt her moaning onto my chest while I embraced her, one arm encircling her waist as she ground herself against my leg. I thought my cock was going to burst open my shorts, and I wanted to free it, but even hard, I knew I was seconds from losing it and wetting myself. I felt her clutch me tighter as wetness spread around my leg, and I could feel her shuddering as a flood of liquid flowed from her. 

“I…I’m sorry,” she choked out amidst gasps, “I’ve never…” and she paused amidst wracking spasms. 

“Neither have I,” I whispered against the top of her head and then groaned as I also released my bladder. Urine flooded my shorts and her skirt, running down both of our legs to mingle with hers as we listened to our combined breathing and urine cascading to the floor and down the drain. Even when I was empty, I didn’t want to move; her warm body against mine and my skin wet and pressed against her. We stood like that for minutes, enjoying the shared feeling of our wetness until a loud voice from downstairs awoke my usual excessive sense of responsibility, reminding me I had a houseful of guests. 

I pulled her to the side of the shower with the handles and started the warm water. Rain cascaded down from the enormous square head above, and while I waited for the perfect temperature, I started unbuttoning her blouse. “Usually, you’d have to buy me a drink before that,” she quipped, “but I suppose you already have.” She reached down and undid my belt and zipper and pulled off my shirt while I moved to the zipper of her skirt. Soon our clothes were in a wet pile at our feet. 

The water was a comfortable temperature, and I admired her body up close, with her light brown areolas and nipples, and her tightly trimmed bush surrounding pouty lips. She had the stretch marks one gets after they’ve lost weight, and she seemed shy and tried to cover herself. I pulled her hand from her chest and kissed the palm, then held it against my cheek as I pulled her with me into the rain. 

I pushed her thick black hair from her face and reached past her for the soap. Using my soapy hands to explore her body, I started with her feet and worked my way up, trying hard not to linger at her firm ass and inviting snatch. Meanwhile, she started soaping my shoulders and worked her way down, and we traded the soap back and forth in an efficient exercise in water conservation. 

We were done, and I was going to turn off the water when Jen was standing in front of me, hands on my shoulders, and pulled me in close. I thought she wanted a hug, and I felt embarrassed about my three-quarter erection the whole time. Oddly, I didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable; but she wasn’t; she was pulling me in for a kiss.

It was tentative at first, then her tongue slipped past my lips, and I eagerly met hers with mine. My hands roamed her back and ass and hair, and I could feel myself rising to full mast as it bobbed and poked at her belly. “Sorry,” I mumbled past her lips.

“For what?” She whispered. “I’m flattered you think of me as something more than a pee buddy.”

“Mmmm, you have no idea…”

“Enlighten me,” she countered as her hand travelled down my body and came to grasp me gently with an appreciative murmur. “Do you know how to use that thing?”

“Oh, Jennifer…” I moaned, “I would love to, but I have a houseful of guests. And believe me when I tell you I would so much rather take my time with you, or I’d have done you in the shower.”

“Oh, would you?” she asked teasingly. “You seem pretty sure of yourself.”

“I’m sure I know what I want.”

“That makes two of us.”

“If you tell me it’s now or never, then I will have mysteriously disappeared on my guests at my party, and hopefully nothing bad happens. They’re adults; they’ll assume the truth. Otherwise, I’ll close the party soon and get your clothes in the washer, so you have them when you leave. In a few days.” I grinned at her. “I’ll bring you a big cup of water so you can load up again.”

She laughed, “Deal,” then added, “Laundry? Wow, must be serious.” I kissed her again for another minute and then reluctantly tore myself away and grabbed towels for both of us. Making our way back into the bedroom, I pulled another pair of shorts and a t-shirt from my suitcase.

“If you find something in my suitcase or that closet over there that you are comfortable wearing, then rejoin me downstairs; otherwise, I’ll try to get your clothes back to you as soon as possible.”

“No,” she feigned mock indignation, “I’ll just be your little secret hidden away, upstairs in your bedroom.” She stood in front of me and took my hands, placing them on her breasts. I couldn’t help but squeeze them in their perfection, her dusky little nipples swelling. 

“If you only knew how hard it is to be a responsible adult right now.”

“I know. I appreciate your being like that. I’ll be alright.” She gave me a quick kiss. “Definitely bring me water. This bladder isn’t going to fill itself.”

“On it, ma’am,” I replied as I darted into the bathroom with a partially full basket to gather our wet clothes. I hurried back downstairs and into the party, where I found several guests politely waiting to leave, including Jeannie. There were the usual pleasantries, see you Sunday, all of that, and Jeannie asked if my guest was alright. 

“New medication. Causes cramps, and the Vienna sausages didn’t go down well.” I shook the laundry basket. “She’s resting. I’ll get her clothes cleaned, and she’ll be out of here shortly.”

Jeannie nodded. “Of course. Christine and Karen, of course they assumed. Who wouldn’t?”

“Assumed what?” I tried to look as innocent as possible and surprised myself by not smirking. I didn’t really care about myself, but Jen had to live here, and she wasn’t any of their business.

“Excuse me, I forgot something.” She turned and made a beeline for Christine and Karen, and I darted through the kitchen to the laundry nook where I put the clothes in for a quick wash. It was only urine, easily cleaned. Back in the kitchen, I tidied up for a few minutes and unplugged the crock, combining the remaining food into Tupperware-ready groupings as the party would be winding down now. I glanced at the clock. It was ten. Yep, another successful shindig. 

The minions were the first to leave, and Jeannie wished me well in taking care of Jennifer. I wondered if I was the only one she had introduced herself to as Jen? I went to the kitchen and drank a large cup of water. 

A couple of others left, and I had a minute to take a big red solo cup of water upstairs. Jen was lying on the bed, covered in one of my plain white T-shirts, typing on her phone. My cock swelled full again remembering what was in that shirt as I handed her the cup. 

“Do you need the address for the rescue? Or will GPS be sufficient?” 

“What? Oh.” She laughed. “You are so sure I’m the one who might need rescuing. How cute.”

“You’re still OK? Clothes are an hour away from being ready.”

“Just give me another kiss, if your guests can survive another minute without you.” The kiss lasted several minutes. 

“I assume your car is outside. Would you like me to pull it into the driveway?”

“So thoughtful.” 

“No parking from 3 to 6 unless you think you’ll be out of here by then.”

“Keys are in my purse.” She used her eyes to point at her small shoulder bag now sitting on the dresser. “Green Kia Soul. I hope you’re OK with standard.”

“It’s been a while, but I’ll manage.” I gave her a quick kiss and disappeared back downstairs as a few more guests were queuing to leave. There were now fewer than ten, and they slowly drifted over as I packed up the coolers and cleaned up all the stray plates and napkins and red solo cups. I had put out markers so people would reuse their cups, but as always, cups outnumbered guests. 

The food was in plastic containers in the fridge, and I offered some to people as they were leaving as I wouldn’t use much of it myself before I flew back to New Mexico. Hopefully, the cleaning crew would appreciate it. I walked out with the last guest and spotted Jen’s lone car out on the road. I started it without chugging and only ground the gears once as I drove it up the driveway and parked it alongside my rental. 

I had forgotten about the laundry and placed the wet clothes in the dryer, setting it to low heat. I wasn’t sure how much her skirt or blouse would wrinkle, and I didn’t have an iron. It was a little after 11 when I was finally free and filled a large pitcher of water after checking to make sure everything was put away and cleaned up. I couldn’t climb the stairs fast enough.

She was asleep, phone in hand, sprawled on the bed. My eager cock was confused. I stood watching her for a moment, enchanted with her. Then, I made sure fresh towels were in the bathroom, and a complimentary toothbrush provided by Dr. Bill in case she wanted to brush her teeth. I left the lighting in the bathroom dim in case she needed to get up… then I chuckled to myself. Hopefully, she wouldn’t need the toilet. 

I moved her gently to one side of the bed and pulled the covers out from under her and tucked her in, climbing in next to her. I was far too aroused to sleep, my raging hard-on tenting the covers even through my boxers. After a while of my mind racing through scenarios about the delicious Japanese woman next to me, I considered jerking myself off, when she stirred and sat up. 

“Where...?” she sounded confused. She looked over and saw me. “Oh.” She smiled. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

“What time is it?” She looked around for her phone. 

“Shortly before midnight. Your phone is charging over there. I had an extra cable.” She relaxed and smiled again. “I refilled your cup. That bladder won’t fill itself.”

“I like your idea of foreplay, Professor,” and she reached over and picked up her cup, downing the entire thing in one long go. Rivulets of water spilled out at the corners of her mouth and poured down onto the white t-shirt. She seemed pleased with herself. “I have to pee again,” she announced. 

“How badly?”

“Not enough. Yet.” She pulled the cover from me and looked at my shorts and the tent they made. “But soon enough. I might need some encouragement.” She reached out to tug on the waistband. “How about you?”

“I’m getting there.” I reached over and pulled the T-shirt over her head. 

“So forward!”

“Fortune favors the bold,” I whispered as I pushed her back with my torso covering her and started kissing her neck. I noted a faint smell of gardenias. She murmured appreciatively as I kissed and licked her neck, moving down to her shoulder where I sucked and playfully bit the area between that and her neck. 

“Mmmm… you know you had me at hi,” she said in a faint voice. “That feels so good.”

“Good.” I gave one of her breasts a gentle squeeze and rolled her firm nipple between my thumb and finger. “How about that?”

“Better. Keep going.” I shifted my weight and placed my face over her perfectly sized breast, sucking it into my mouth. She giggled at that. I licked and sucked and gently nibbled on her nipple and continued to squeeze and tease the other one with my fingers. I could feel her arch her back a little and squirm with enjoyment. “Definitely better.”

I upped the stakes, and started kissing down her chest, and then her belly, light playful kisses meandering lower. She put her hand on my head to stroke my hair and started whispering, “No, no no…” I had heard of women who did not like receiving oral, whether because of a vulnerability issue of having deep feelings of shame, but after we had just pissed on each other I was a bit surprised.

“No?” I looked at her from between her thighs and over her mound. 

“What? No! I mean yes!” She looked shocked. “Yes, for God’s sake, yes. It’s been many years. I’ll cum from the first touch.”

“I’ll be gentle.”

“I’m sure you will.” I threaded my arms under her knees and placed my hands on her hips to give myself leverage and hold her still if need be. She was already squirming in anticipation, so I had to exert subtle pressure as my face moved in. She still smelled of soap, but her natural odor was present, and I slipped my hand down to help part her lips as my tongue pierced her folds. I hadn’t even gotten to her clit, and her hand was already clutching my hair in a death grip. 

Her fragrance had a musky base, but her taste was like pure sugar. I drilled my tongue into her pussy as far as I could, and I felt her stiffen and let out a little gasp. With my fingers, I continued to open her petals like a flower and found her hard little bud, yearning to come out. She gasped harder at this, and I had to use more pressure to keep her hips in check. Kissing and licking upwards, I did not immediately touch her clit in a deliberate act of denial. Circling her clit with my tongue, but not yet touching it, I listened to her moan in anticipation. She bucked a little, and I firmly held her and then placed my mouth over the hood and clit and covered it with my tongue as I sucked it all into my mouth. 

A quick intake of breath came with a hiss from her as I felt her stiffen, her thighs rigid. She was breathing faster now and murmuring, “No no no,” which I took to mean “yes yes yes” and continued sucking her clit into my mouth and stroking it with my tongue. Her hand in my hair pulled my head closer to her crotch, and I felt her trembling before she relaxed. Her breathing slowed, her thighs softened, and she stopped pulling on my hair. She realized what she had done and let go. 

“I warned you,” she shrugged. “Oh my God.” I just glanced at her over her belly and breasts and saw her looking at me with a mixture of bliss and admiration. I kept eye contact for a moment as I continued to suck and stroke her clit, before lowering my gaze and returning to concentrate on my joyful task. 

Cunnilingus was one of life’s great pleasures, and I was always ready and eager to go down. It had been over five years, but I still knew my way around. I kept gentle pressure on the entire hood through suction, and lightly stroked her clit with my tongue, occasionally using my teeth as something to press against. My secret was to write the alphabet in cursive with the tip and then do it again and again. 

Soon she tensed up, and I could feel her hands grasping at the bed sheet. She was not vocal or loud when she came, but her muscles contracted hard when she did, and I could feel her shuddering as waves of pleasure overtook her entire body. She relaxed soon after it was over and would murmur her approval and squirm a bit as she built up to another. It made me happy to get her off, and her pleasure only heightened my excitement. 

My cramped and kneeling position exerted pressure on my bladder, and I realized I had to hold again when a small dribble of pee escaped. I wondered how she was doing. 

Not long after I started, she stiffened and shuddered through her third orgasm, and I figured I could take a break. My mouth was cramping, and the tip of my tongue was numb. I gathered myself and crawled up her body, stopping to kiss her breasts and nipples and admire her tawny areolas before holding myself above her and giving her a long and passionate kiss. I was in the perfect position to lower my cock to her saturated pussy and slip it in, but instead, I lay next to her, and we both caught our breath, my cock flopping on her thigh and leaving little smears of pre-cum. 

“Do you ever wet the bed?” she asked. 

“Once,” came the simple answer. “I’m conditioned not to pee lying down, and I had to work hard at it.”

“I do.”

“Deliberately? Or genuine accidents?”

“Deliberately,” she stated. “I just don’t get up to go to the bathroom. I understand the body not wanting to when lying down, but if you do it enough, you get used to it. I’ve heard that you can train yourself to wet the bed, but that’s not something I’ve been able to do.” We lay in silence for a moment, and I stroked her breasts and played with her nipples. “You asked me Omorashi or Omutsu,” she said quietly, “and obviously I’m into Omo, but I do like Omutsu. I often wear grown-up diapers and hold until I pee myself.” She stopped for a moment. “I never thought that I would tell anyone.”

“I’m glad you did.” I leaned over to kiss her. “I’m sure you are even sexier in a diaper.” 

“If I…,” she hesitated a moment, “If I wet myself, would you…?” She stopped. “I’m sorry.”

“Would I what? Sorry for what?” I raised myself up a little to stroke her hair and look down at her face. “Jen, don’t get weird about this now. I’m quite sure you can ask or tell me anything and I’m not going to have an issue with it.” I chuckled, “After all I’m trying to take my time making sweet sweet love to you and looking forward to us pissing ourselves again.”

“I’ve never talked about any of this with anyone, but when you put it like that…, OK,” she gathered herself and continued. “If I wet myself, would you change me? My diaper?

I dipped my head down to kiss her, and she enthusiastically responded. When we came back up for air I answered her, “I would be happy to. I can’t wait.” She looked pleased and cuddled in closer. 

“How are you doing?” she asked. “Bladder check.”

“I’m holding. I can go anytime but I can still hold it. You might have noticed in addition to the pre-cum I am dribbling a little.” Her hand wiped at the random accumulation of fluids on her thigh. 

“I thought I was going to lose it while you were licking me.”

“Oh? That would have been cool.”

“On your face?”

“We won’t know until we try, right? We’re both learning about ourselves and each other.” I stroked her cheek with my hand. “God, I want to fuck you.” 

She pushed me away and sat up. “Too late. You had your chance, now it’s my turn.” I must have looked confused. She pushed me until I was on my back, facing up. Hovering over my cock, which was lying on my tummy and bobbing, she lifted her hips as she straddled me. She grasped it and positioned it at the entrance to her snatch and then lowered herself slowly onto it. 

I looked into her eyes as she sank down on me and let out a groan at how tightly she gripped me. It had been a long time, and I wasn’t under any illusion I would last long. Her pubic bone was stimulating my bladder, and the urge to pee became much stronger, but I knew it would be more difficult, and I wasn’t in any danger of peeing in her. It was a very intense feeling. “That’s doing all kinds of things to my bladder,” I admitted, “Can you be any sexier?”

“Mine too. I want to go so bad, but it’s like my bladder is pressing against…. Somehow pressing against my pussy. Like I feel it in my clit. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Do you want to pee before continuing?” I wasn’t sure what she wanted to do. “You can pee here on me if you want to.”

“No, I’m not stopping, it feels too good, like I can’t stop.” She was grinding herself against me with my cock buried deeply in her. Her hips moved in a circular motion like she was doing the pee dance while I was in her. She alternated this with bouncing up and down a little, but the penetration was still deep, with a shallow stroke. The urge to pee was distracting from the usual sexual sensations and I reached my hand out to place my thumb on her clit to stroke it while she rode me. 

She closed her eyes and threw her head back as she gyrated and bounced, her breathing increasing with her exertions. I felt mesmerized by her body as her wide hips moved over mine and her thighs hugged my waist. Her breasts were swaying, their caramel areolas and nipples inviting my touch. 

“I can’t decide if I need to pee or cum,” I said, almost as an observation and speaking generally. “I’m not sure I can do either.” 

“I think I’m going to do both.” She had her hands firmly on my chest to support herself, and her movements were becoming slower as she became tired. “This is so hard. My bladder, I think my G-spot, oh my god this feels so incredible it almost hurts.” 

“I can relate.”

“Oh Tom, I can’t believe any of this is happening.” She adjusted her position and leaned her torso over me, so we were embracing. I couldn’t stroke her clit anymore, But I could put my arms around her and hold her as I thrust into her. I shifted her position to get a full length stroke and pumped my cock in and out of her as fast as I could, feeling my orgasm rise in me. I was going to cum before I peed.

She placed both hands at the sides of my face and stoked my hair while gazing in my eyes. “This is incredible,” she whispered, “you’re incredible.”

“Inspired, I am inspired.” I panted, my words wavering as my breathing staggered in response to my powerful thrusts. “I’m going to cum soon.” I grimaced as I felt the tightening in my balls; “Do you need me to...? Do you need me to pull out?”

“Don’t you dare. I’m good.” She lowered her face to kiss me. She was fiercely passionate, and our tongues sparred as the feeling in my loins grew stronger. I kept hammering at her and I could hear her whimpering “no, no, no,” as we kissed. She was pushing her hips back against me and meeting my thrusts while she was rapidly stroking my hair. She finally broke the kiss and put her head alongside mine, her breath coming in ragged gulps as she clung to me. I realized she was about to cum too. 

I embraced her even more tightly as I thrust one last time into her and felt myself cresting the wave and losing control. My cock spasmed and pumped its first load deeply inside her as my fingers clutched her hips. I let out some guttural wordless cry as I pumped several more strong loads into her, and then many weaker ones until they subsided in a haze of sensation and elation. 

Her whimpering had increased and from her taut muscles I realized she was cumming too. I continued to embrace her tightly and as she relaxed, I heard her laugh and then felt a powerful jet of liquid fill the space between our bellies, followed by another. She raised her torso and sat up, urine gushed from her in powerful spurts showering my belly and chest, and splashing me in the face. She was half laughing and half moaning as the torrent continued and subsided, leaving me drenched in her piss. 

“Oh my God, oh my God,” she was murmuring under her breath, “Oh my God.” I reached up to stroke her face and she took my hand and kissed it, holding it against her. “Oh my God.” She mouthed to me. 

“That was incredible,” I noted. “I have never felt anything like that, and you looked like you were…”

“Oh my God,” she said again as she lowered her chest back on to me, wetting her breasts and belly from the urine soaking me as I lay in a pool of her faintly yellow pee. “You throw one hell of a party.”

“The Vienna Sausages make all the difference.” I could feel my cock softening inside her, and with it the urge to pee had returned.

“Those little hot dogs?”

“My secret weapon.”

“You must need to pee.”

“Like my life depends on it.” I felt like I was going to burst, and I relaxed, hoping the stream would start, but nothing. “But I’m having that laying down issue.”

Her face, next to mine, was still glowing with post-coital bliss. “I was wondering if you were going to pee inside of me.” She blushed a little. “You can if you want to.”

“Maybe in a different position, but I’ll be too soft and out of you by then.” 

She tried to pull me so I would roll on top of her, but that just caused my prick to flop out of her, which was going to happen soon, anyway. Once I realized what she was doing, I got up to at least a sitting position. It was while I had shifted to being on my knees that it happened. A powerful leak started, and out of habit I suppressed it and a squirt came out. Jen became excited and grabbed my cock. “Let me hold it, I’ve always wanted to do that.” 

It's hard to describe, but I relaxed my muscles, even the ones that you don’t think about. I could feel the damn bursting while she watched my prick in her hand with fascination like it was going to perform a trick. “Be careful where you aim…” was all I got out before it hit. I finished with a cross between and “Unh!” and an “Ahhhh…” as first a large dribble came out, wetting her hand, and then the full stream shot out, hitting the headboard and pillows. She felt momentarily bewildered, and the stream snaked around as she tried to figure out what to do with it, until she settled for herself. 

In ecstasy I watched her point my cock at her chest as my piss showered her perfect tits. She laughed at this with a childlike smile on her face and adjusted her aim, splashing herself in the face. Having regained control of the stream, she winced, opened her eyes, and aimed it again at her chest before lowering it to stream against her clit. Smiling, she licked her lips, tasting me. I could not imagine a more beautiful sight than this piss covered woman with childlike delight sharing my pee soaked bed. 

I finished urinating, pumping out a few final squirts, and then I pushed her back, lowering myself onto her to kiss her wet lips. I smoothed her hair from her face, now dripping with urine, and we kissed passionately for a moment, her hand still clutching my now shriveled cock. 

“Look at this mess,” I said as we caught our breath. “You’ve been a naughty girl.”

“I’m sorry daddy, but it’s not my fault.” 

“Oh? And who are you going to blame for this?” We were both grinning at each other from inches away. 

“It was the little hot dogs with barbeque sauce. They made me do it.”

“Fair enough.” I kissed her again and got up. 

“Where are you going?” She held on to me. “I know you don’t need to go to the bathroom.”

“Oh, I guess I was just going to clean up.”

“Cleaning up?”

“Yeah. Pull the sheets, get some dry linens.”

She was practically beaming as she pulled me back onto her. “The bed is perfect the way we’ve made it.”

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I could feel as much as hear her sobbing next to me. I rolled over to cuddle her and instantly realized what was going on. The bed was wet. For the third time this month.

My cock, already uncharacteristically stiff in the morning, started pulsing. I’m sure she felt it against her back as she also felt my hand reach between her legs. Her panties were of course soaked. I thought I might just cum from that alone. I felt a fresh sob as she realized I was awake, and she tried to push my fingers away.

“Shhh… it’s OK, baby, just let me lie here and love you.”

“It’s not OK, and I’m not a baby. Just because I,” she sobbed again, “just because I can’t stop wetting myself doesn’t mean I’m a baby.”

“It’s a few isolated instances,” I offered reassuringly, as my fingers coaxed her bud from its hood. “You’re not a baby, but you are my baby.” I kissed and nibbled the back of her neck until her sobs and sighs were replaced with a giggle. I wanted to tell her just how much hotter she was after wetting the bed and how her incontinence sent my kink-meter off the charts, but experience suggested she would not receive that very well, so I said nothing. My raging hard-on would need to be attended to after she got off, which didn’t take long. 

I felt her squirm as her breathing changed. Her thighs parted a little, allowing me more room as her hand came to rest on mine. I always appreciated her guidance, especially when the goal was her pleasure, and I could feel her tense up. I wanted to release my usual morning bladder to mix alongside hers and have her straddle me as we made love in a soaking puddle of our own urine, but I was lucky she was letting me finger her, and after she gasped, said my name, and relaxed again, I used my other hand on myself as gobs of semen trickled out and onto the wet spot.

Years ago, we had talked about kinks, and she enjoyed being spanked or blindfolded a little, but that was about it. I had been interested in omorashi, and suggested we try watersports or a golden shower, but she seemed repulsed by the idea, and I continued my explorations privately. Now we were at a place where her greatest source of shame was my arousal, and I was determined to turn this into a win for both of us. 

“I can’t believe you did that, and that you’d lay in my piss. So gross.” She sighed again, with a tinge of sadness still in her voice. “Tom, what am I going to do?

“What are we going to do?” I corrected her. “I’m in this with you.” She sighed again. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.”

“See, I’m dirty.” She shuddered. “So gross.”

“Monica, it’s only piss, a natural bodily process, and urine is sterile. It may smell a little funny, but it hurts nothing.” I sat up. “I’ll get the shower started for you.” I hopped out of bed and down the hall to the bathroom. “Leave your panties on the bed and don’t worry about it; I’ll take care of it.”

I rinsed off and voided myself in the shower (saves water), getting out to towel off as Monica arrived naked, ready to shower. I embraced her in a mock display of ravishment, kissing her neck and growling. “So gross,” she said as she pushed me away. “You just showered; why would you do that?”

“Because I love you,” I answered as I squeezed her left butt cheek before she disappeared into the shower and I went back to the bedroom.

I had the bed stripped in no time, the waterproof cover wiped down with a disinfecting wipe and new bedding laid out, ready to go on once it was dry. I whisked the soiled linens and miscellaneous dirty clothes downstairs to the laundry, and I set about getting the French press ready for our morning coffee.

I wished I could tell her just how hot she was surrounded by her wetness or how the thought of her doing that on me, or me peeing on her caused my arousal to grow again, but I remained silent as she entered the kitchen, dressed in her knee length pencil skirt, black stockings, and light blue blouse, ready to head out to the office. 

“Tom, I appreciate your kindness, but you don’t have to make me feel better. I’m getting old and I just can’t hold my bladder anymore. I’d understand if you never wanted to touch me again.” She didn’t seem sad as much as resigned or even disappointed. 

“Wow, trying to get rid of me?”

“Tom! You know that’s not what I meant. I will always want you and I love your recent increased interest in me”, she blushed a little as she glanced at me, “but you don’t have to overcompensate for my…” she looked for the word, “infirmity.”

“We’ll just make sure you don’t drink a lot of water before bed, and cut you off at eight.”

“Why do you make everything seem so easy?”

“Monica…” I kissed her goodbye as she was ready to walk out the door for her commute. “Everything will be alright. You’ll see.” 

She just let out a “Hmmm” as I shut the door behind her and then made my own arduous commute to the den down the hall from the kitchen. Luckily, I didn’t trip over my own shoes. I tried complaining to housekeeping, but I just ignored me.

After a couple of hours of work, I attended to the laundry and polished off my first liter of water, filling my bottle with the second as I tidied up a little. One benefit of working from home was constant micro-attention to housecleaning, so the place never got too bad. Then I hopped on Amazon to look at some adult pull-ups for Monica. A conversation I knew we would have to have sooner rather than later, and I wanted to be on top of it. There was no reason she couldn’t still feel sexy wearing a pull-up. 

Another benefit of working from home was peeing whenever and wherever I wanted. I had a stash of Depends that I used on days when I knew work would keep me glued to my desk. I loved those days when I could pee freely as I worked. Sometimes I held as long as possible, leaking until my underwear was already wet before I barely made it to the tub. Something about feeling my wet pants and the sheer naughtiness of it would fill me with an urge to stroke my soaked cock as it hardened. 

I had read some discussions about pull-ups and actual adult diapers, but I was never serious about them myself. Amazon offered a limited selection, but I ended up getting a stylish black pull-up from Tena. I was looking for something super absorbent, but not something that looked like a diaper. The Tena Stylish Black Underwear (in two 18-count packages) was the perfect compromise. I wasn’t sure how well it would work as an overnight, but then I didn’t care. I would be thrilled if we both wet the bed. 

I went back to work while the clock ticked for the two-hour delivery. I finished and folded the laundry, and I had changed into a Depend, with a pee pad handy, just in case I overwhelmed it. It didn’t take long into my second liter when I was at the point of holding my pee and had progressed to the stage where I couldn’t suppress the tiny leaks, which would grow to be larger leaks in time and I just wouldn’t be able to stop it. That would take quite a while, and because I never liked to exhaust my muscles, I just stopped holding it after an hour or so. 

I fantasized about Monica dancing the pee dance and holding her knees together and eventually losing it as golden liquid would stream down her stockings and out from under her skirt to pool on the linoleum floor. I would pull her down onto the floor with me as she’d peel off her blouse and strip and I’d tear her hose and panties out of the way, having her impale herself on my raging hard-on.

Meanwhile, I tried to clench my muscles again to stop the flood but gave up as warm relief gushed into the Depend, and I could feel my soft cock twitch with relief as the pull-up began to grow heavy and started to sag from the weight of its fullness. A small rivulet of pee escaped the gather at my groin and trickled down my leg, staining the pad at my feet. I was still enjoying the relief and the relaxation it brought when my phone buzzed. 

It was Monica. I answered it to hear her crying. “Monica, are you alright? What’s wrong? Do you need me to come get you?” It bothered me. 

“Tom, I’m…” She snorted, “I’m… I peed my… myself at work.” She snuffled. “In the bathroom. I’m all soaked. The car is all wet.” She continued crying.

“Are you on your way home?”

“No. I thought I’d go shopping.” The irritation in her voice should have served as a warning, but I can be thick sometimes.

“Can you pick up a dozen eggs?” She might have laughed, but given the circumstances, it was asking too much.

“OF COURSE I’M COMING HOME.”

“So, no eggs?” Her silence made me realize I shouldn’t push it. “I’ll meet you in the garage. It will be all right, Monica. We’ll make this work.”

“That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one pissing yourself.” I bit my tongue, and she disconnected the call. I was acutely aware of the weight of the pull-up as the liquid cooled. I peed a little more into it and then, standing on the slightly wetted pad, peeled off the Depend and wrapped it in it. I dropped that into a disposable plastic shopping bag and wiped myself off with a wet washcloth. 

I tossed the washcloth in the hamper, grabbed a couple of towels and Monica’s old bathrobe, and threw my clothes back on. In the kitchen, I pulled out a stemless wineglass and poured her a glass of whatever sweet white we had open. I know, who uses stemless for white? I had little time. With towels, wine, diaper bag and bathrobe in hand, I went out to the garage and opened the door. I had just finished putting the bag with the pull-up in it in the garbage when Monica’s white Soul turned onto the apron, climbed the gentle slope, and parked. I pushed the button to close the door and had her take off her wet clothes right there, towels ready to dry her off. She hadn’t peed on the car seat, so the damage was minimal, easy to clean. 

Her clothing wasn’t that bad. I’m not sure I’d have noticed if I just glanced at her casually. She had on the black stockings, which hid the wetness, and her skirt had obviously been in contact with the stockings, but if she hadn’t sat in the car, it might not have been noticeable. Watching her peel off the wet stockings and panties after dropping her clothes to the floor was hard to bear. I was afraid my bulge would be visible in the baggy shorts.

Her eyes looked sad as she accepted the glass of wine, and I fought the urge to take her there in the garage. Instead, I collected her soaked clothes to take to the laundry area, and suggested she rinse off in the downstairs shower stall. Wine in hand, she numbly shuffled off in that direction.

Unbeknownst to my wife, I was an expert in dealing with urine soaked clothes. I had seen people complain about staining or cleanup, but I found that simple, immediate treatment ensured no further complications. I took her clothes and put them on one side of the laundry sink, where I ran some chilly water with a cup of white vinegar and let them soak. When it came time to wash the clothes, normal detergent would take care of it. Baking soda added to the wash could help, if needed, but quick action prevented any further remediation. It was odd in a way that my kink was training for the next phase of my marriage. 

I came back up while she was still in the shower and took off my clothes and stepped in with her. She was crying and just letting the water run over her. “Tom…” she started when she felt me behind her, and swiveled to face me, putting her hands up to keep me at bay. “Please don’t. You don’t have to…”

She didn’t get to finish because I started kissing her. I’m sure she also noticed my erection, but that was incidental. I was just trying to be supportive. She seemed surprised and reluctant, but then she relaxed, and her tongue met mine as they danced the steps they knew well. Through the years we had “made out” less and relied on casual familiarity with one another’s bodies as our ardor for each other had waned. We had our moments, but our most passionate and active days seemed long behind us after 30 years of marriage. 

We both relaxed into the kiss, and I slowed down and let my tongue explore her mouth like I hadn’t in years. Her hands, initially a barrier, became a snare, pulling me closer. I felt her breasts, still full and round, if a little less firm, press against my chest as she gripped me. I could hear her let out a half sigh, half moan as I felt her relax even more, and we lost all sense of time in a kiss like we hadn’t had for years. The water streamed against her shoulders, splashing my face, and running down our bodies as I pulled her even closer and moved my mouth to her neck. 

She had always liked when I nibbled the back of her neck, alternating between kissing, sucking, and biting, and her hand reached down to my semi-erect cock in response. “I whispered in her ear that she doesn’t have to, causing her to shiver, and told her to just relax and let me love her.” 

We simply held each other as the water cooled, and I leaned over and turned it off. Even though I wanted us both to cum, it was enough to be with her like this. I stepped out of the shower and grabbed two towels, taking a moment to cup her face in my hand. “Monica, you know I love you, and everything about you. So, tell me what happened today.” I could see her chin quiver in response. “Monica, it’s me. You have nothing to be ashamed of.”

I started drying myself and looked away so she wouldn’t feel like I was pressuring her. “I pissed myself like a baby. That’s what happened.” 

“Monica, it’s a normal part of aging. Have you made an appointment to see Dr. Jellico yet?”

I could hear her voice firm up a little. “Yes, I have an appointment next Wednesday.”

“Excellent! Who knows? Maybe it’s just a temporary thing?”

“God, I hope so.” My heart sank a little at that. But for her sake, I understood. 

“So, what happened?”

She sighed and recounted her day. She got to work, finished her coffee, started drinking water as usual, had lunch and then had a meeting. “I went into the meeting feeling like I had to go to the bathroom, but nothing urgent, I figured it could wait.” 

She had finished drying, and we both started upstairs to the bedroom to find clothes. “Halfway through the meeting I felt it more but figured I could hold it, and then I…” I could hear her voice quaver, “I squirted some pee in my underwear. I felt better after that, and then I squirted a little more. Towards the end, I had to keep crossing my legs and squirming a bit, and I squirted again. Roger asked me if I was OK, and I lied and said I was. But I wasn’t. It was all I could do to not pee myself, and I could feel pee wetting my panties.

She looked at me and blushed, embarrassed, and then looked away, continuing as she pulled clothes from her dresser. “The meeting ended. I waited a minute for people to leave, got up and tried not to sprint for the bathroom. I’m sure I was quite a sight, walking stiff-legged, trying not to pee in the hallway.” 

Her voice quavered a little more, and I put my arm around her. I was picturing all of this in my head. I had read stories and seen videos of exactly this kind of scenario, and here was my painfully vanilla wife, dangling one of my kinkiest fantasies right in front of me. 

“I…, I got into the bathroom, locked the door, and tried to make it.” She was fighting back tears as I was trying not to be visibly aroused. “I couldn’t even get my stockings down before I made it to the toilet and dripped everything into it. Thank God it didn’t hit the floor.”

“Oh, Monica, it will be all right.” I offered. 

“Some of it ran down my legs and into my shoes, but I could clean up the worst of it.”

“Did anyone see?”

“No. I left the bathroom and went straight to the car. I don’t think anyone noticed anything. I just texted Roger that I wasn’t feeling well and left suddenly. You know Roger; he just said, "Take whatever time you need.” She paused for a moment. “The car,” she groaned, “what will I do?”

“I’ll take care of it.” We finished getting dressed in silence. Roger was a gem of a boss. Even if he knew what was going on, he would be unfazed and supportive. She was lucky. “You can still work from home sometimes. I can set you up.”

“I know. I just think work is better in person, or at least my work. I’ll just have to be more careful.” The wine and the shower seemed to have grounded her again, and she helped me with the linens I had left out as we made the bed together. “I’m sorry about the extra work.” She walked over to the window that faced the front of the house. “Oh, Amazon is pulling away.” I heard my phone buzz. “Did you order me diapers?” 

She was smiling at her cleverness, and I was proud that she was becoming comfortable enough to joke about it with me. I wondered if the real answer would make her smile. “Where would you like to go for dinner tonight? Let’s do something special.”

“You don’t have to do this. Look, I know that this kind of thing happens. I’ve dealt with menopause, and I’ll deal with this. Maybe I need to do pelvic floor exercises? I don’t know, but you’re right, we’ll figure it out. I just want you to know your support means everything to me, and if for whatever reason you decide to mercy-fuck me more often, I’m not complaining.” She put her hands on my shoulders. “Besides, I can’t go anywhere if there’s any risk I won’t be able to hold my pee. There’s no way I could embarrass you in public like that.” Again, I bit my tongue and cursed my twitching penis.

“I appreciate your thoughtfulness.” I gave her a quick kiss. “Nonetheless, think about it.” I left her in the bedroom to go downstairs and retrieve the delivery. Luckily, it was in a nondescript box, but the drop ship label on it did mention the manufacturer, not that many people would know what Tena is, but still… I took it into my office and, assured Monica was not around, I opened it. 

The Tena “underwear” was exceptionally light and looked like a panty. There was some thickening where the absorbent padding needed to be, but otherwise, it could just be a pair of black women’s briefs. It was sexier than most of her regular underwear, so I was hoping it wouldn’t be a hard sell. 

I finished work for the day, or at least as much as I wanted to, one of the benefits of being salaried, and got the laundry to take upstairs to fold. I slipped one of the Tena’s into the basket. Monica was lying on the bed, scrolling on her phone. 

“Tom, don’t hate me, but if we go out tonight, can we get some of these from the drugstore?” She held up her phone, and it showed some maximum absorbency overnights. That would be the perfect thing to wear to bed, alone, but I’m sure she wouldn’t like wearing it. In time, but not yet. It would only serve as a reminder of her, as she put it, infirmity. 

“Sure, Monica, but I need you to do me a favor.”

“I think you’ve earned several favors.” From her outstretched position on the bed, she sat up and leaned on one elbow, looking at me. Monica was not tall, only five-three, and thin-waisted with full breasts and wide hips that had borne us a delightful daughter, currently living in Utah with her wife. With the events of the past few weeks and today, and with her brown hair cascading over shoulders and amber-colored eyes watching me, I was resolved more than ever to make this new situation work for her as well as me. 

“I want you to try something on.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she looked at me suspiciously. “Tom, what did you do?”

“I found some underwear you might like. Please, I think you’ll look sexy in it.” I held up the black Tena, and she scrutinized it in my hand before sitting up all the way and taking it from me. It was cloth, and not plastic, so it didn’t crinkle like a diaper. 

It was obvious what it was, and the thoroughness of her examination left no doubt that she knew what its ultimate purpose was, but she smiled and started to take off her pants. She stripped off her underwear and pulled on the stylish black Tena. She twisted and adjusted and snapped the waistband. “That’s very comfortable.” I whistled in appreciation, but I’ve never been good at whistling. She still laughed.

“And now we can go out. Unless you have any other objections for me to overcome?”

“Tom, I…”

“You’ll get dressed again? Perfect. We’ll go to that barbecue place where they have the shrimp and grits you love.”

“If you’re thinking you might get some tonight, it might work.”

I pumped my fist in victory. “C’mon, let’s go. The earlier we go out, the earlier we get home.” I placed my hand at the waistband of the pull-up and gave a tug. It was stylish, and you wouldn’t know what it was without a lot of scrutiny. They were just black, high-waisted panties. I slipped my hand under the waistband to see how snug it was against her waist. The fit was surprisingly good.

Monica swatted my hand. “Sir, I think you owe me dinner first. After that, you can do whatever you want.”

“I’m saving you for dessert!” I exclaimed as I kissed her on the nose and finished getting dressed myself for my first trip outside in several days. 

We were like two kids again. I hadn’t been this affectionate and playful with her in years, and she was responding in a way I hadn’t seen her be for a long time. It was nice. Had she really said “mercy-fuck” earlier? I had never heard her talk that way. 

She had on her favorite jeans and a sleeveless shirt and sandals, and you would never know she was wearing anything but regular panties, if even that. My heart was bursting by now, and I was overwhelmed by a newfound affection for my wife. “What?” She asked, looking down at herself. “Is something wrong? Why are you staring?”

I hadn’t realized I was staring. “I’m sorry. I was suddenly smitten with the most beautiful woman in the entire world.” 

She did the thing where she narrowed her eyes. “You’re already getting some; you don’t have to overdo it.” She looked down at her waist, making sure her shirt was pulled down enough. “I thought you could see it.”

“It? Do you mean your sexy black underwear?”

“What has gotten into you lately? Are you having an affair?” She saw the instant of shock on my face. “Kidding. I know that wouldn’t be you. But whatever it is, I’m glad.” I laughed inwardly after getting over the shock of her suggesting I would have an affair. If she only knew what had gotten into me… If only Monica knew that her greatest shame was responsible for her husbands renewed attention. I had no idea how I was going to reconcile all of this, but there had to be a way. 

Monica used the bathroom before we left, although I secretly hoped she would forget, and I caught her admiring the black panties when she was done, before she pulled up her jeans. We each had a glass of water before going out in the heat, and after a short, air conditioned drive, we found ourselves at Southern Comfort. 

Monica was originally from South Carolina, a self-proclaimed beach girl, who went to graduate school in Arizona where we met, and after getting married we landed in Sante Fe, New Mexico. Shrimp and grits was my secret weapon when she needed cheering up. We had a short wait for a table and, on a whim, I ordered us both a shot of Southern Comfort and a beer.

“Again, sir, you’ll already get your way with me; you don’t have to get me drunk.” She had to speak up because it was loud by the bar. 

“I don’t know. If you knew what I was planning, you’d want to drink more.” I winked at her. I’m not sure she knew how seriously to take that. She gave me a narrow-eyed look and then relaxed. 

“Just know that anal is still off the menu.” 

Monica flushed red and looked around in horror as the bar had miraculously gotten quiet as she said that. I couldn’t help but laugh as Monica searched for a hole to disappear in, and I pulled her in closely and whispered in her ear, “See? Pissing your pants won’t seem so bad now, will it?”

I deserved the halfhearted punch she landed. I could feel her lips brush against the side of my face as she whispered back, “It ain’t gonna happen. Pissing my pants or the anal.” She gave my ear a quick lick before pushing me away playfully. 

Our little display had drawn the attention of an older couple, who smiled and nodded. The man asked if he could buy us a drink, but from the way they were glancing, they were interested in Monica. I put my hand on her ass and squeezed, which caused her to jump. “See how sexy you are, baby? Do we want the nice couple to buy us a drink?” 

“No thank you,” she yelled towards them, and ground her ass into my hand. I laughed and shrugged at them. She leaned over and pulled my head down, giving me a kiss. “You’re the only one getting lucky tonight.”

It dawned on me that my wife, who never drank liquor or rarely ever drank anything but white wine, was feeling buzzed. Fortunately, our table was ready, and after seating us, the server took our order. She had barely finished her first beer when the second one appeared, and she gave me a dirty look, but drank it, anyway. She loved the shrimp and grits (I had the jambalaya) and after the meal the waiter asked if we wanted any dessert, and I swear as God is my witness I knew she was buzzed because she told the waiter, proudly, “I’m the dessert.”

I didn’t miss a beat. “Check, please.” The waiter nodded with a smirk. I waited for Monica to tell me she needed to use the bathroom, but she didn’t. After 2 beers, I knew I would need to go, but figured I’d hold it because, well, I have a piss kink. 

We left the restaurant, got in the car, and I decided to take the scenic route home. We made small talk about some local news and some events I had heard about coming up, and Monica started looking around frantically. “I need a bathroom.”

“No, you don’t.”

“What?!”

“You can hold it. I believe in you, Monica.”

“Oh my God, you cannot be serious. I must go. I…” She stopped, a look of concentration on her face as she squirmed in her seat. “Oh my God. I just leaked. Tom, I just peed my pants!”

“No, you didn’t.” 

“What do you mean?! Of course I did! Why do you think I would lie about that?”

“You’re not lying, but you aren’t leaking in your pants. You have on sexy underwear, remember?”

“Sexy… Oh, yeah. But Tom, I can’t…” she stopped again, her knees clamped together as she twisted slightly. “Oh my God, I’m doing it again. I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can’t, it’s not right.”

“Monica?”

“Tom?”

“I have to go too.” I knew I could hold on for quite a while but the leaks, once they started, would continue with greater volume. Being a seasoned pro at this, I figured I had more time than she did. I looked over at her, her brown hair with the hint of gray strands pushed behind her ears and her amber eyes searching for answers in her confusion. I wasn’t sure, but when I glanced down, it seemed like her nipples were… No. Wishful thinking on my part. 

“I said it first,” Monica declared. “I get to go first.”

“I just leaked a little too.”

“TOM!” she exclaimed, scandalized. “I’m not contagious; what are you doing?”

“Holding my pee with you.”

“Aren’t you afraid…, your car…” She paused for a moment in concentration, “You aren’t wearing,” She searched for the term, “You aren’t wearing a stylish panty. 

“I know; it’s so naughty, isn’t it? That feeling of relief for a minute when you just let go a little?” I reached over for her hand as I slowed down for a stoplight. “Maybe that’s what I want for you tonight.”

“Oh my God, you’re serious. Tom, it’s so dirty, how can you…” she clenched for a second in concentration. “Oh my God. It feels good to let some out.” She was panting with effort now. “Oh Tom…”

“It’s not dirty; it’s sterile. It’s only piss.” I reminded her. “Besides, we’re almost home. Don’t worry, Monica, we’ll get you to the bathroom.” I felt a twinge of guilt, like I had pushed her towards something she hadn’t consented to. This was her new reality now, and with the pull-up, wasn’t worried about her making a mess, and she was holding it without leaks, so I figured this was a good field test. My raging hard-onas just a bonus. Every time she hissed, groaned, or clenched up and relaxed, my excitement level built just a little. 

Monica was looking at me, her teeth clenched as we rounded the corner of our street, her legs pressed together, hand in her crotch, straining to hold it. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” She didn’t sound mad, but it was hard to be sure with the clenched teeth. “I think you hope I’ll wet myself. “

“I would do nothing to harm you, and I wouldn’t want to see you be embarrassed, but I am curious about how much that thing will hold.” It’s holding all your leaks now, so that’s a good thing.” For you, I added silently.

“I’m wetting it all right. I don’t think I can make it.”

“We’re home, just a couple more minutes.”

“Tom, my bladder.”

“It’s full, baby, I know.”

“No, it’s pressing against…” She glanced over at me and smiled as I put the car in park and started the garage door on its journey downward. “It feels good. Like it’s pressing…” She clenched up longer this time. 

“You’re doing great, honey, just another minute.” I threw the door open and leaned in to help her out.

“I’m not going to make it.” I found that both thrilling and heartbreaking at the same time. “It’s OK, it’s going to feel so good.”

“Not in the car.”

“Of course.” I helped her out of the car, and she tried to take a few steps, and her knees collided as she twisted and swiveled her hips, a strange, almost blissful expression on her face. She wasn’t going to make it. 

I put my hand at her waist and pulled her in to support her, and my other hand slid past her waistband and down to the dampened padding of her stylish panties. Her eyes flew open, and she stiffened, attempting to push my hand away, but resigned at this point to whatever would happen. I flicked her bean out from hiding and felt her body stiffen. She relaxed again, and I expected to feel the flood coursing into her black pull-up, but she gripped me, as if to hold on, as I felt her weight more acutely against me as she relaxed. 

“Pressing against… pressing… my G spot”, she whispered. “Oh Tom, I think I’m…” Her mouth opened in a silent cry as her body tensed, and I could feel her full weight as she just let go. Her thighs and legs quivered in a powerful orgasm as her fingers gripped my arms for dear life. A powerful stream of urine shot against my fingers, and then another, and then a raging torrent of honey water gushed forth from her as she moaned loudly, lost in an ecstatic haze. 

The orgasm subsided, but the flood still raged, and she panted as she regained control. I removed my hand from her crotch, making sure I pulled the Tena up, but the wetness overwhelmed it and seeped around the gathers. I wanted to let go of my stream and wet with her right then and there, but I was so hard and not at the point where I could just pee through my erect cock. 

Monica was coming to her senses again, and realized she was standing in the hot garage next to my car, with urine spreading out around her pull-up, getting both her and I wet as I held her in a tight embrace. “Tom, what was that?”

“I think you had an orgasm.”

“Thank you, Captain Obvious.” I was holding her too tightly for her to hit me. “That was incredible.”

“I’m not done.”

“Oh no.”

I released her and crouched, hard prick pressing against my bladder, as I shimmied her wet jeans down. The Tena had performed admirably, but I doubt its designers intended it for what she filled it with. I reveled in its glorious weight as I lowered it down her legs and Monica placed a hand on my shoulder to steady herself as I lifted her feet, one after the other, to remove her wet jeans and soaked pull-up.

She never expected I would grab both of her still-firm ass cheeks and pull my face into her wet, shaved vulva, reflecting the dim LED lighting in the garage. My tongue darted out to find her still swollen clit, partially exposed. The smell and, more importantly, the taste of her still-wet skin and the urine mingled with her own lubrication within the folds of her vulva were overwhelming. I had dreamed of this moment for years. 

My heart pounded as her hand touched my head, fearing she’d shove me aside. “Tom, I’m wet down there with pee. What are you doing?”

“I flicked my tongue against her clit and heard her sharp intake of breath. I looked up into her eyes. “I’m enjoying my dessert.”

“Tom…” She stopped as I buried my face again in her and started working her clit with my mouth in earnest. I had always enjoyed licking and sucking on her pussy, and one time had got her right after she peed while she was a little drunk, but I was in heaven right now and determined to make this evening as pleasurable for her. Her fingers clenching my hair told me she was. 

Meanwhile, crouching was a terrible position for my bladder with my cock pressing into it. I was leaking regularly by now but was too stiff to pee. I could feel a growing wet spot in my pants, and it was getting a bit painful. I knew something would have to give. 

I could feel her squirming, and knew my dessert was enjoying being enjoyed. But I didn’t think I’d be able to finish her with my tongue. My bladder was urging me too much, and I was so incredibly inflamed with desire that I abruptly stopped and stood up, spun her around so she was facing the hood of my car, and bent her over it. She gasped at the suddenness. I’m sure she knew what was going on as I fumbled with my belt and the zipper made its unmistakable sound. I didn’t even bother taking them off, just let them drop around my ankles, exposing my rock-hard cock, dripping with pre-cum or pee, hard to tell at that point. 

“Tom,” she said with approval in her voice, as I blindly thrust at her saturated and swollen pussy. The first thrust glanced off her ass cheek. The second came perilously close to the wrong hole, and I went for a third, which came close, but not a penetrable area. Finally, she spread her legs further and stuck her ass up so the fourth thrust found the folds of her wet lips and slid towards the opening, spearing her cunt in one swift motion. We both gasped at that, and I knew I wouldn’t last long in my current state. “Fuck me, Tom, use me like your slut.”

I was a little shocked at that. Monica had never been one for dirty talk and wasn’t much for talking during sex at all, but if her intention was to have me fuck her like an animal, she succeeded. I shoved her blouse and bra up her body, exposing her breasts, which hung over the hood of the car where I could squeeze them, and started thrusting. There was no subtlety, no attempt at elongating the pleasure, I just hammered at her from the start and continued while I heard her moans, and her exclamations of Oh my God, and God Damn. I felt my nut rise; grunting and saying “Take it you slut,” as I half groaned and half breathed while my spunk pumped into her. Spent, I slumped against her ass, playing with her breasts. 

Monica lay breathing hard underneath me, while murmuring as she could feel my cock twitching inside her still. I felt it soften, and the urge to pee returned so strongly I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop it. 

“I’m sorry, Monica,” I said as I withdrew my cock while standing up and relaxed, allowing a forceful stream of piss to splash against her lower back and ass. She gasped at that, but otherwise made no sound or moved, except to wiggle her ass as if she were being tickled. My stream subsided, and it sprayed against her legs, and the side of the car, and down to her calves and her feet before stopping. 

I was gasping for breath and couldn’t decide which was better, my hard orgasm, or the relief of peeing and watching it splash all over my naked wife. I was living a dream come true. 

I worried the situation was overwhelming Monica because she was so quiet. She hadn’t been drunk, just buzzed, so I wasn’t worried about consent, but still it had been a long, emotional, and eventful day for both of us, especially her. I kicked off my soaked pants along with my socks and peeled my shirt off to dry her with it while she just lay there, draped over my car. I gazed at her face, and her eyes were closed. Once she was dry enough, I lifted one of her arms enough to get my shoulder in and hoisted her up to get my other arm under her legs. She let out an excited murmur as I gathered her in my arms, and her eyes fluttered open, looking at me. 

“Who are you and what have you done to my husband?”

She nestled her face into my neck, and I could feel her kissing me as I got the side door open and carried her into the kitchen, around the corner and up the stairs. I’m not going to lie, I prayed I didn’t have a heart attack, it had been years since I had tried to carry my wife, and my abilities now were more a testament to her care for herself than my fitness, but I survived and carried her to the bathroom, where I set her down on the toilet seat.

“See? I told you I’d get you to the bathroom.”

“Oh Tom, what was that? I mean, what the…” she paused, “What the fuck was all that?”

I ran water for the bath. “That, my lovely wife, was the fulfillment of my greatest fantasy.” She seemed confused still. 

“Do you mean…?” 

“True confession, I have a pee kink.”

“Thank you again, Captain Obvious.” She laughed and reached out for my hand. “I had no idea. About any of it. About you, or… what it was like.”

“So, you’re not mad?”

“Mad? Yeah, I’m mad. You’ve known what that was like and you kept it from me?” I’m pissed,” and then she gave me an exaggerated wink and laughed. “Get it? I’m pissed.” She took a deep breath. “So, as I was crying about wetting myself you were having me push all of your kink buttons?”

“Bingo.” I felt a bit shallow and exposed at that statement, but it was true. There was enough water in the tub to toss one of her favorite bath bombs in it. She didn’t take baths often, but when she did, we made it a treat. “I tried to tell you years ago, but you weren’t interested, in fact you seemed a little repulsed.”

“Yeah, I would be.” Her attention wavered in thought. “I want to understand,” she said as finished taking off her disheveled blouse and bra I had left scrunched up on her, leaving us both naked in the bathroom. “Pee excites you. Wetting clothes excites you. Me peeing the bed excites you. Holding your pee and seeing other people holding theirs excites you.” She looked genuinely curious. 

“Yes,” I shrugged. “It’s called Omorashi. It’s not always sexual, but with you, it is.”

“Omorashi…” She rolled the term around in her mouth. “Sounds Japanese.”

“It is. Don’t worry, I don’t grope strangers in subways or sniff panties. Yet.”

“I’ll have to keep you too busy to try.” The tub always filled rapidly, and the water was hot enough to form a slight mist at it‘s murky, bath bomb filled surface.

“More pleasure awaits my petite goddess”, as my arm outstretched to the bath. I held out my other arm to escort her to the tub and started towards the door once she was getting in. 

“Where are you going?”

“Downstairs to clean the garage and get you a small glass of water. You should drink something but not too much.” I paused for a moment, and thought of something, smiling, “I’ll bring up one of those stylish, sexy panties for tonight, just in case.”

“First of all, mister, it’s just piss. The garage can wait. Second, I want an enormous glass of water.” 

Now it was my turn to look surprised. “But Monica…”

“But but! Shhh.” It had been a while since I had seen such a mischievous look on her face, and I started to get excited again. “You mean to say that if I were to wet the bed tonight, you would wake up and be uncontrollably horny and want to ravish me in the morning?”

“Um, yeah, that’s a fair assessment.”

“In that case, bring me 2 glasses of water, fuck the diaper, and join me here in the tub.” I stared at her dumbfounded. “Well? What are you waiting for farm boy? Your pee princess wants water!”

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Malena had never had a cock that large in her mouth. Mr. Hegworth’s was much larger than her dad’s, or that boy from school, and she was afraid she would choke on it. He wasn’t pressuring her, not grabbing the back of her head like she was used to, but she wanted to do a good job; her employment depended on it.

In retrospect, she should have been more cautious when she was asked to sign the NDA to never talk about her employer, or the contract waiver that said she would “cheerfully” perform any other job-related duties as assigned. The HR woman, Maggie, assured her it was all standard, and that the other girls had all signed the agreements, and they all seemed happy.

So, she found herself in the executive suite of her new company, just fresh out of her ninety-day probationary period, wearing her assigned uniform consisting of white, thigh-high stockings, a garter belt, and white lace bra. She remembered visiting the assigned tailor who got her measurements, murmuring appreciatively as he poked and prodded her body to determine the best fit. At the time she had no idea what kind of uniform she was being measured for, as no one really knew what happened in the executive area, just that the tailor seemed to think that white would suit her complexion best.

Malena had darker, toffee colored skin like most Mexicans of indigenous extraction, and long, jet black straight hair she typically wore in a bun for work. Her rounded face and full, generous lips topped a body with wide hips, slim waist, and full, firm breasts. Her eyebrows were thick, requiring constant attention, and her areolas and nipples were a chestnut brown, matching her eyes. Mr. Hegworth’s eyes nearly popped out when he saw her dressed for her new assignment the first time, the white lace contrasting with her dark features.

All she knew was she’d be working with top executives and clients, her background in marketing a desirable asset. She spent the first morning getting oriented by Maggie who showed her the dressing area with her collection of specially selected lingerie and meeting the three other young women who appeared to be happy enough with their current assignments.

There was Libby, with a full curvaceous figure, milky skin and coffee colored hair wearing dark red lingerie, Jamie, who was tall, skinny, and blond with creamy rose skin and light blue eyes wearing light blue lingerie, and Linda, a petite Asian woman with honey skin, short, bobbed hair, small breasts, slim hips and black lingerie. She had seen them before in normal street attire, entering the suite or exiting, and all three seemed friendly enough but the presence of Maggie put a damper on their meeting. Malena had a growing list of questions.

She remembered being instructed to change into her new uniform, and Maggie reminding her of the NDA and special contract. Offering her a chance to back out without knowing precisely what she was in for, only saying it might “stretch her limits from time to time,” like now, with that huge cock in her mouth.

She shuddered when she thought of what that monster would feel like if it ever found its way into her pussy, and Mr. Hegworth chided her in his deep, gravelly voice, “Don’t be playing with yourself, we’ll get to that, and I get to watch.”

“Yes sir, er, no sir,” she gasped, thankful for a moment to suck in some fresh air.

After changing and introductions, she had been immediately set to some task, writing copy for an internal HR project for a manufacturing company in Indiana. It wasn’t particularly challenging, and she really had no idea why she or the other young women were dressed that way except as some kind of twisted office fantasy (which paid too well and came with many perks), until Mr. Hegworth summoned her to his office.

“Do whatever he asks of you cheerfully,” Libby whispered to her, looking almost relieved. Maggie shot her a stern glance and smiled at Malena, flicking her head to indicate she should follow Mr. Hegworth.

“You’ll be his assistant for now, make sure he gets whatever he wants,” Maggie instructed, and Mr. Hegworth beamed at her appreciatively. He was a portly man, with a wide girth and slightly disheveled, ill-fitting clothes. His thinning hair failed to conceal a balding spot on his head, and his ruddy jowls crinkled when he introduced himself and shook her hand. He had to look up slightly to meet her eyes, but it was only a glance, as he seemed more interested in sizing her up and admiring her body in the white lingerie. She was not accustomed to being so brazenly gawked at but realized the lingerie perfectly accentuated her figure.

“Let’s see how good you are,” he said, as he motioned for her to walk in front of him out of the Assistants Lounge and down the hallway. “Third door on the left.” Once inside, he shut the door behind him, and she heard the latch click loudly. “I don’t suppose anyone has told you what the other duties as assigned are,” he stated more than asked, “Let’s see if you’ll keep your job.” The way he said it made her nervous.

Her previous position was good enough, but she needed the money for her family, especially since her dad was now in prison, much to the relief of her and her sister. But this new position was too good to be true. She could provide for her mother, sister, and brother, and have extra left over. Her college debt was not onerous, and she could easily pay it off now. So, when Mr. Hegworth casually remarked about keeping her job, her heart sank. She resolved to do whatever was required to show she was up to it.

Most of the office spaces in the rest of the building were modern, all chrome and white. Here, things had an older, more classical look. This office was clean, but slightly shabby, with an air of neglect. Mr. Hegworth went to stand behind his massive desk and motioned her over. “Undo my belt and lower my zipper.” It was a command, not a question. Malena looked confused. “Duties as assigned, you signed a contract,” he flatly stated, waiting impatiently as Malena processed the full import of what she was realizing. “Well?” He looked at her, scanning her face. “Are you cut out for this job or not?”

Malena swallowed hard, fighting back shame and fear, and reached out her hands, as if she were watching someone else’s hands, and fumbled at his belt, getting the buckle to unclasp. He didn’t have a button or snap at the top of his trousers, apparently it had popped off at some point, so she grasped the small plastic zipper pull and slid it down.

“Now, remove my shoes,” and he lifted one foot. She kneeled to pull the loafer off his foot, and he shifted feet. She did the same for the other and he pushed his pants down and stepped out of them, as she knelt staring at his chubby, hairy legs. “Now my underwear while you’re down there.”

Her heart was racing in fear and shock as she started to pull his white jockeys down, and once the waistband had fallen enough, she saw his shriveled penis peeking at her from within a tangled mass of hair. She fought revulsion and shame as she continued pulling his white underwear down to his feet and he stepped out of them. He took off his suit jacket and was left wearing only his patterned button-down shirt and tie.

He sat down in his leather chair and rolled it back, indicating that she should go… under his desk? She looked confused again. “Your job is to get me hard and keep me hard while I work on a spreadsheet. Do you think you can do that?” Again, while phrased as a question, it really was not.

“Yes sir,” she quickly replied, and in a dreamlike state she squeezed herself under the desk as he patted and squeezed her ass while she crawled on all fours. It became very cramped when he rolled the chair back in, and she was sharing the space with his knees and thighs, but she was able to reach her hands out and her slim fingers set to work tugging on his flaccid penis. She tried massaging it, and stroking the head, but that did not seem to be working.

“Use your mouth,” came the terse command, and she leaned forward with a hollow ache in her stomach, fighting the smell of sweat and… something, as her mouth opened and tugged on his slightly hardened penis to get it past her lips. Once in her mouth it seemed to respond better, and after some sucking and attention with her tongue, it swelled massively, slowly filling her.

She wondered if her duties would involve him shoving that thing in her pussy, and she shuddered. Mr. Hegworth chided her in his deep, gravelly voice, “Don’t be playing with yourself, we’ll get to that, and I get to watch.” Her heart sank again at his brazen treatment of her as an object, a plaything for his amusement to be ordered about, but she did sign an agreement and could not afford to lose the job. So, she continued to suck and lick at his thick cock, and soon she could hear him starting to wheeze.

“OK, slow down, use your fingers again, slowly,” he commanded. And she obliged, grateful for a chance to reset her mouth. She felt that surely, he should have cum by now, it had never taken this long with her father or boyfriend.

The phone chimed, and she heard a young woman’s voice: “Mr. Hegworth? Your wife is on line two”, there was a pause, “Shall I tell her you’re busy?”

“No, I’ll take it,” she heard him say, followed by “Antonia.” He said it flatly, and she could feel him leaning back in the chair. Fortunately, her head was clear of his now shrinking cock, or she might have gotten it crushed by the underside of his desk when he shifted. She couldn’t make out what Antonia was saying, but Mr. Hegworth was being agreeable and saying “Uh huh” a lot. Malena had stopped stroking him, but a hand shot down, feeling for her, and she felt it grab the side of her head and pull it forward as he sat back up straight, inviting her to start sucking him again.

The conversation seemed so ordinary and casual, and there she was sucking on her new boss’s swollen cock while he was talking to his wife. Her head bobbed and her lips gripped him as she tried to listen and learn what she could of the conversation, but all she got was that she might stop by around lunchtime, and he mentioned “Breaking in the new girl”. Malena hoped it was soon so she could collect her thoughts and try to get a grasp on what was happening to her, it all still seemed so unreal.

After the phone call was over, he had swelled up to his full length and girth again, and after a while of sucking and bobbing her head on it, he began to wheeze, and stopped her, rolling the chair back and motioning her out. “That was a good first try,” he said, almost approvingly, “next time you’ll know what is expected from you.” He pointed to the couch at the side of the room. “Go sit over there and pleasure yourself, toys are in the end table. Make sure I can watch you.”

Malena opened a drawer in the end table and selected a rabbit style vibrator from the sizable collection. Dildos of varying sizes, eggs, a couple butt plugs and some things she could only guess at. “When you’re done, leave them in the basket by the door.” He watched as she picked up a lotion dispenser, the sole object on the table. “Lube,” Mr. Hegworth said. “Water based. In case you’re not wet enough after this,” he added as he waved his semi erect penis in front of her.

She wasn’t, so she smeared a couple pumps of lube on the rabbit, and then sat on the couch. She spread her crotchless panties wide, affording the older, fat man a clear view of her pussy with its neatly trimmed black bush and sank into the cushions. The vibrator hummed to life, and she teased her clit and her opening with it, spreading her lips open, revealing a surprisingly pink pussy. She felt like she was expected to put on a show, but the now flaccid again Mr. Hegworth had other plans. He pushed a button on the desk phone, “Maggie? Send in Linda.”

“Right away Mr. Hegworth.”

Mr. Hegworth idly stroked his cock up to some semblance of erectness while he waited. He watched Malena as she inserted the lubed toy into her pussy, positioning the little rabbit head against her clit and started slowly stroking it in and out. His cock stiffened a little further. “Take off your bra,” he said idly, and when she did not do it instantly, he added “Now.”

She immediately ceased with the rabbit and unclasped the front hook on the white lace bra, the vibrator rumbling on the couch next to her. She slipped the shoulder straps off as the bra slid to the couch. Her boss wheezed his delight at seeing her dark breasts, with even darker nipples and licked his lips. “Watch and learn,” he said, “This is what is expected.”

Linda, the petite Asian woman opened the door and came in, shutting it behind her. She was nearly Malena’s opposite, with short black hair, small breasts, slim, boyish hips and black lingerie. She immediately went to the gross caricature of a man, who seemed entranced by her, and asked if she could remove his shirt. He took his hand off his cock long enough for her to unbutton and remove his shirt. Linda looked past him to Malena, and rolled her eyes, giving Malena a wink before dropping to her knees unasked for and started stroking and licking his cock.

Malena became excited at this, and picked the rabbit back up, inserting it back into her still moist pussy. Watching the slim Asian girl swallow the larger man’s full erection caused her cunt to tingle, and she started thrusting the vibrating dildo in and out with a smooth regularity.

Mr. Hegworth reached down to stroke Linda’s hair, in the first gesture resembling affection or tenderness she had seen so far. But just as suddenly he yanked her up by her hair, wheezing and sputtering. Linda immediately spun around, pulling the crotch of her panties wide and jutting her hips backward, exposing her hairless and glistening pussy. She planted her hands on his desk, spreading her legs and slightly bending her knees, waiting for him to enter her. It all happened so fast, the suddenness and surety of her motions sent a thrill through Malena, who now pushed the rabbit tight inside her snatch, rabbit head whirring against her clit.

The rotund man wasted no time positioning his fat cock against the petite Asians waiting hole, and without fanfare, shoved it in quickly. Linda yelped at the abruptness of this, despite being clearly prepared for it. Malena was struck by the casual normalcy of all this, as women were simply regarded as things for men to use, and willingly obliged them their whims. The thought of this, plus the sight of the engorged thick member plunging in and out of the tiny Asian, as she braced herself for his violent thrusts, made Malena dizzy. She pressed the rabbit tighter against her clit as her head swam and her legs spread further, and heard a moan escape her lips.

“She probably won’t cum from this.” Malena suddenly realized he was addressing her. “I’ll need you to hurry up so I can hear you.” He turned his attention to Linda’s back again, and holding her slim hips, continued to thrust in a rocking motion while wheezing faster now.

Malena was entranced by the sight, and she pinched one of her nipples as she felt herself nearing climax. Realizing their boss only needed to hear it, she started exaggerating her moans and writhing with slow undulations as she felt herself growing closer. Her moans became louder, and she started breathing heavily and exhaling quickly in sharp, high-pitched grunts. Hearing herself out loud with an audience excited her further, and soon her body caught up to her voice as she felt a spasm build. Her tension released, along with her inhibitions as she cursed, and let out a sequence of high-pitched breaths, her body shuddering in a toe-curling orgasm.

This was all Mr. Hegworth needed to hear as Malena saw him, through half closed eyes, bury himself in Linda’s cunt and grunt a few times. He gave a few shallow thrusts, and then pulled out suddenly. Finished. Drops of cum dribbled out of Linda’s pussy and she quickly closed the crotch of her panties, before kneeling in front of the wheezing man, and giving his cock one last suck to clean it of his cum and her juices. She arose, and dressed him again with sure, practiced motions, gathering each pant leg so he could step into before she raised them to his hips. He looked over at Malena while this was occurring and told her, “You might even be able to cum while I’m in you, now won’t that be delicious,” and he licked his lips and leered at her in anticipation. Linda finished tightening his belt and gave his belly a little pat.

Malena lay there enthralled by the display, and not as disgusted by Mr. Hegworth’s attention as she thought she should be. The rabbit still vibrated in her cunt, and she felt herself approaching another climax when she realized they were both being dismissed. Reluctantly, but quickly she pulled it out, her legs still shaking from her previous climax, and turned it off, retrieving her bra and rising from the couch. “I hope you are as tight as Linda, but I doubt it,” he said in a challenging tone, as he pointed to the basket by the door, where Malena was expected to deposit her toy. Linda pulled the door shut behind them.

“Welcome to the executive suite,” Linda said wryly. “Hegworth’s not always like that, he’s just showing off for you.” They started walking back to the assistant’s lounge. “If you’re lucky, it will be days until he summons you again. Hopefully you are tighter than me, but I doubt it.” She laughed and winked at Malena. “God, I need a shower after that.”

Each assistant had their own changing area, with a stall shower and vanity and their own toilet. Linda explained it was the one area where no one would intrude, and while an extended absence would be frowned upon, at least for a while you could have some peace and privacy. She had invited Malena into hers and quickly stripped out her black lingerie to quickly shower, explaining to her how there were sometimes days where no one would summon them and they were free to do light work on projects or relax, as long as when someone needed them, they were ready.

“Occasionally, you’ll be asked to stay late, but that’s rare. You might even be taken to a party or a client meeting,” she said as she was changing into another fresh set of black lingerie, “They spare no expense in getting you dressed up for those, and it’s all part of the contract. They even pay you overtime!”

Meals were provided in suite, and they had a menu of items to choose from. Malena was too excited and still in shock to be very hungry but ordered something light just to keep her energy up. She was still reeling from the morning and the vast sea of implications this all had on her life. She learned that Mr. Hegworth was sterile due to a vasectomy he received at the urging of his wife. The others were not but would wear condoms unless the assistant was on birth control, which could be prescribed by a private Gyno. Linda had done that, just to make it easier, it also increased her value to a couple of the men, which was why she was the eldest assistant there.

Jamie was the newest, jokingly referred to as the diversity hire due to her blue eyes and blond hair, and Libby had been there as long as Linda, nearly a year. They were able to chat almost freely under the watchful gaze of Maggie from HR, if they didn’t discuss personal matters between themselves and the executives, again, all covered by the NDA they had signed. Libby was the more serious of the three, and she freely offered general advice, most importantly, that their pleasure was a bonus, not an entitlement.

Malena went back to work on her project but kept replaying the events of the morning in her head. The oversized cock stuffed in her mouth and the casually indifferent attitude towards her. Seeing her coworker getting freely fucked by her boss and the shuddering orgasm she had just to enhance his pleasure, was something she could not have conceived of just the day before. She wondered if anyone else in the company knew about this. She certainly had no idea.

She wondered about the other men she might have to… assist. She had seen them in passing, and of course everyone knew the President. They were mostly younger than Mr. Hegworth, and not as foul, so maybe this job wouldn’t be as challenging as she thought. She idly daydreamed about who her first might be, and found herself getting wet as she pictured…

She heard Maggie’s phone chirp, and a woman’s voice over the speaker, “Maggie, send in the new girl.” Her heart leapt.

“Malena? Mr. Hegworth’s office. I believe you know the way.” Maggie’s face was, as usual, inscrutable. A valuable skill in an environment such as this.

Malena remembered Mr. Hegworth’s earlier conversation with his wife and was nervous about who the woman’s voice was and what might be waiting for her. She was uncertain if she should knock or just walk in, so she knocked.

“Come in.” It was the same voice as over the intercom, with a bit of an indefinable accent.

She opened the door and went in, shutting it behind her. The well used rabbit was still in the basket by the door. Scanning the room she did not see Mr. Hegworth, but instead a stunningly beautiful woman with features like hers, the darker skin, long black hair, and curves, but far more accentuated, taller seeming with a leaner face. Dressed in a short black skirt and colorful patterned blouse, the woman pointed to a spot on the floor in front of her, expecting Malena to present herself. She was half reclined on the couch Malena had masturbated on just a couple hours ago.

Malena found herself quite frightened, and wondered what kind of madhouse she had found herself in. She felt like she should say something, but the woman put her finger to her lips, and sat there, staring at her, as if appraising her. Malena became more uncomfortable, and shifted on her feet, her cheeks feeling flushed with heat and embarrassment as she was scrutinized. After a while, the woman stood up. She was several inches taller than Malena, with a sensuous grace, and she wondered; if this was Mr. Hegworth’s wife, why did he need the girls in the office?

Now on her feet, the woman walked slowly around Malena, studying her. Malena was most uncomfortable when she was behind her and wanted to turn her head but was too afraid to move. After a while, the woman returned in view and gazed at her thoughtfully. “Take off your clothes, slowly.” It was another casual command, as if non-compliance weren’t even considered an option. Malena was uncertain what to do.

You’re new, so I’ll remind you,” the woman sighed. “Your contract extends to guests, which includes me.” She crossed her arms over her chest, and stuck out her hip, waiting. Malena started with the bra, unhurriedly unclasping and removing it, hoping she was going slowly enough. She dropped it on the floor and started on the garter and thigh-highs, peeling each one carefully and neatly until they joined the bra at her feet. Finally, she slowly shimmied her panties down to her ankles, and stepped out of them, leaving them where they lay. She wasn’t sure what to do with her hands like this, unaccustomed to being fully exposed, so she clasped them in front, covering her dark, trimmed bush.

The woman laughed softly. “A little shy?” She reached forward and her fingers gently squeezed Malena’s breast. She evaluated it for firmness and weight, cupping it and bouncing it in her hand. Her thumb rubbed across the nipple, as it began to swell and harden. Malena let out a tiny gasp at this, and the woman smiled.

“My name is Antonia, I’m Peter’s wife.” She stuck out her hand, expecting Malena to take it, which she did, leaving her crotch exposed.

“Malena,” she responded, by way of introduction. “It’s nice to meet you.”

Antonia laughed at that. “You can relax, I know full well what happens here, and I partake from time to time. Peter is such a crude pig, but he makes a lot of money, and he adores me, so if this keeps him off me, who am I to argue?” Malena must have visibly sighed her relief because Antonia laughed again. “This whole… arrangement was our idea. He and the other men are happy, and I don’t have his sweating stinking carcass on me. I’m free to enjoy other pleasures and live as I please.”

Malena was a little taken aback at this new revelation.

“I can see why they chose you; I approve.” Antonia started circling again, and she felt the older woman’s hand trail across her ass cheek and give it a little slap. “Nice, very nice,” she appraised. Malena kept looking forward, but she could feel herself starting to get wet at this attention, and she secretly hoped Antonia would play with her nipples again. Instead, she felt Antonia press herself against Malena’s back, and her hand started at her ass, and then slid along her inner thigh to her crotch, where her fingers began to probe the lips of her thick labia, stroking them and pressing inward to find the delicate moistened folds which quickly parted under her expert touch. Malena stiffened and gasped as her lips were parted, and fingers grazed her clit, circling, before entering her now eager quim.

Antonia probed the moistened inner sanctum for a moment, grazing Malena’s G-spot, and then withdrew. Malena could feel the older woman’s breasts pressed against her back and grew dizzy again at this new development. She had never been with a woman before but had always wondered what it would be like. She felt like she could easily melt at Antonia’s touch and wanted to grab her hand to encourage her to continue, but she knew that would not be appropriate, so she continued to stand there, trying to control her breathing and not reveal her excitement or disappointment.

Antonia started walking to face Malena again, placing her finger in her mouth and tasting the younger woman’s juices. “Mmmm”, she murmured. “Please, Malena, relax.” She smiled at her, “I’d like us to be friends, special friends.” She chuckled at that. “Please, sit down, relax.” She motioned towards the couch, as she kicked her heels off, now only standing a couple inches taller.

Antonia took Malena by the hand, sitting on the couch and pulling the younger woman with her. “I assume you’re a vegetarian?”

“Yes, how did you know?” Malena thought that was an odd question.

“Your taste. Meat adds something to the taste.” She chuckled. “You taste sweet.” Malena had only once tasted herself, when she was younger. She didn’t really have any comparison as she had never tasted another woman, and no one had ever tasted her before either. “I bet the boys can’t get enough of your intoxicating nectar.”

“I’ve never…, um, no one has ever....” Malena felt herself blushing.

“Are you a virgin?” Antonia sked point blank.

“No, I had a boyfriend for a while in college, we did it a few times.”

“Mmmm, so young. So many experiences in store for you.” Her hand came to rest on Malena’s bronzed thigh. “Tell me Malena, have you ever been with another woman?”

“No, I…” she started, getting flustered as the older woman’s cinnamon colored hand started to travel up her body. “No,” came her simple response as she swallowed hard, her face flushing red.

“Well then.” Malena felt the older, sensuous woman tight against her, her breath warm against the side of her face as her hand cupped her breast, fingers lightly grazing the underside and making her shudder. They moved upward brushing her nipple and drawing a sigh from the excited young Mexican woman. Malena’s body became warm, and an urgency began to grow in her belly as she turned her head to look at Antonia and was greeted by a soft kiss on the lips. It sent tingles through her, and her lips parted easily as Antonia’s tongue slipped inside, gently probing for hers.

Her eyes closed as she surrendered to the desire that welled within her, and her tongue emerged to greet Antonia’s and caressed it within her mouth, pushing it backwards. Her tongue was now in the other woman’s mouth, as their lips pressed firmly against each other’s, and she heard her moan her approval. She felt a sudden sharp pressure on her nipple as it was squeezed, and sensations radiated out, causing a dull ache to grow in her loins. Malena lifted her hand to draw the older seductress in closer, and their mouths began to kiss more passionately, their tongues freely roaming each other’s mouths with increasing enthusiasm and lack of inhibition.

Unthinking, Malena’s other hand found itself at her opening, and she spread her legs a little to allow it easy access as she parted her lips, preparing to finger herself. “Mmmm,” Antonia murmured, “not so fast Pimienta,” and she pulled Malena’s hand from her snatch and placed it on her own breast. Malena opened her eyes to see her hand resting on the older woman’s blouse, above her breast, and she squeezed gently, wondering at its softness, not at all firm like her own was. “Put your hand under my shirt, squeeze my nipples.”

Antonia continued kissing her, gently, as Malena felt for the bottom of her shirt and lifted it enough to slip her hand in there. She found her bra, and wiggled her hand under that, to feel the soft, floppy breast, and extended her fingers around it, searching for the nipple. She felt the small mound of protruding flesh, and like Antonia had done to her, gently squeezed it until she felt it begin to swell and stiffen at her touch. She found the entire experience exhilarating and threw herself into it, reaching her other hand over to lift the woman’s blouse so she could remove the bra entirely. Once exposed she was free to explore the pendulous jugs, fascinated with the sight of them and how different they were from her own.

Antonia laid her head back, murmuring her approval, as her hand rested again on Malena’s thigh and started slowly inching towards her warm moistness. Malena stiffened a little at this, in anticipation of what may come next, and moaned when fingers began probing her labia, parting her lips, and immediately seeking her clit. She spread her legs wider as she was further instructed to “suck my nipples.” Malena squirmed at the sudden and first stimulation of her clit by a hand other than her own, and eagerly craned her neck as she cradled the elder woman’s breast in her hand, guiding it towards her mouth. Her lips engulfed the nipple, and she sucked it into her mouth, her tongue swirling and licking it, and delighted in feeling it harden and swell further under her tongue.

In response, Antonia fingered circles around Malena’s pleasure button, eliciting deep breathed moans which vibrated around her nipple, firmly lodged in Malena’s mouth. Antonia let out a long sigh, withdrew her hand, and gently pushed Malena from her. Malena wondered if she had done something wrong, and began to question what had happened, when Antonia started to get up, sliding down to the floor between Malena’s legs. Malena started to bring her thighs together, but the older woman parted her knees wider, and placed her face in her neatly trimmed bush, using her fingers to part her lips again, before opening her mouth and extending her tongue toward the younger woman’s exposed clit.

Malena was beside herself in sensation. She had never orgasmed by anyone else, and did not realize anything could be this intensely pleasurable. The tongue circled, and poked, and probed and sucked her now swollen pleasure bud, fully extended from its hood. She placed her hands on Antonia’s head, uncertain of what else to do with them, and lay back, feeling waves of pleasure wash over her. The far more experienced woman knew exactly how to treat the oral virgin, and within moments Malena felt the familiar tension building quickly as she started to writhe gently and found herself holding Antonia’s head more firmly, pulling her closer into her. Antonia held her thighs down and continued her relentless onslaught and within another minute Malena was thrashing and clutching at Antonia’s hair as she shuddered amidst loud shrieks and felt spasm after spasm rocking her body in an orgasm unlike any she had felt before.

After her orgasm subsided, Antonia tried to withdraw, and with embarrassment, Malena released her head, unaware she had been gripping it so hard. Antonia smiled at her, “you taste divine Pimienta.” In response, Malena lifted herself from the couch so she could lean forward, kissing her new lover on her lips, still glistening with her juices, which she was able to taste as her tongue darted out, savoring it on her lips. “Mmmm, you and I are going to be good friends I think,” she whispered between kisses. “Now, it’s my turn.”

The older, brown skinned woman stood up and finished removing her half-removed bra. Tugging her blouse down and smoothing it, she sat on the couch, and displaced Malena as she stretched herself out the full length. “Come Pimienta, do to me what I did to you,” and she pulled her skirt up, spreading her legs, one foot atop the back of the couch and the other on the floor, revealing a freshly shaved pussy with thin labia and dark lips like her own. Antonia parted her own lips and teased her clit from its partially hidden state. She was obviously already in a state of arousal, and she reached forward to help guide Malena into position.

The younger woman knelt between her knees, and brought her face in close to examine Antonia’s exposed pussy. She could smell her arousal long before her fingers felt her wetness, and once she spied the brown little bud, fully exposed from its hood and waiting, she reached out tentatively with her tongue. It was sweet, tasting like herself, and she felt fingers entwining themselves in her hair, pulling her forward. She placed her mouth fully over the mound, and just as she had with Antonia’s nipple, began to gently suck it into her mouth.

Antonia hissed at this, and tightened her grasp, urging her to continue. Malena extended her tongue and started fencing with the clit, as she had done with Antonia’s tongue, and the elder woman arched her back and let out a moan. Encouraged, Malena bore down on it, running her tongue all around the stiffened nub, and occasionally sucking on it much to Antonia’s delight.

Despite the heady sensation of blood rushing through her head, she heard the door click, and knew someone had entered the room. She tried to instinctively turn her head to see, but Antonia had a firm grasp on her hair and would not let her. She appeared unconcerned.

The next sound was Mr. Hegworth’s voice, and he sounded unhappy. “Antonia,” he said sharply, “We agreed I would get to watch.” Malena froze at this; afraid she had done something wrong.

“And here you are dear, watching.”

He grunted at that, and Malena heard him walking closer, until she could lift her eyes forward and see him peering at her face buried in his wife’s crotch. Malena had no choice but to continue her oral attention, but she was distracted now and unable to concentrate on what she was doing.

“Peter, you’re making her nervous, and she was doing so well.” Malena felt increased pulling as she was reminded of the task at hand.

“I see you wasted no time in getting your hands on her.” His hand went down to his crotch to adjust himself at the sight of the two women. “Did I not tell you?”

“She really is a delightful creature, exactly as you said,” and Malena’s face and body got hot, uncertain if she should be ashamed of their candid conversation about her. “She’s all ready for you.” Malena felt suddenly betrayed by this, as Mr. Hegworth brightened and fumbled for his belt. Antonia added, “if you can get that shriveled thing up in time, or were you just fucking Linda?”

Antonia looked at Malena, and whispered, “I hate that skinny Asian bitch.”

“Maybe that’s why I like her,” Mr. Hegworth chuckled. “No, that was hours ago, as little Malena here can attest to.”

“Pimienta, ignore him. I’m going to.” Antonia closed her eyes and settled back again, straining her hips forward into Malena’s face. The young woman tried to renew her enthusiastic sucking and tonguing, but it was difficult to ignore Mr. Hegworth when he was pushing his shoes off so he could remove his pants. She could see a poorly defined bulge in his underwear, and when he removed them, she could see his semi-erect cock flop out.

“Pimienta?” he asked, “You gave her a pet name? That’s unlike you Antonia.” His wife didn’t even register she had heard him. Her hips started to move a little, and Malena could feel her shifting as the smell of her sex became stronger and her fingers loosened their grip, one hand now stroking her hair as her breathing increased and she let out some long sighs.

Hegworth stood there a moment, watching his new assistant’s face buried in his wife’s snatch, and out of the corner of her eye, Malena could see his member growing and stiffening, swelling to its full length and girth. She grew fearful of what she expected would come next as the partially naked porcine man walked behind her. She could feel his weight sinking onto the couch, as he knelt behind her, a chubby hand resting upon her protruding ass. Her mind raced as she struggled to concentrate on the fragrant snatch her face was buried in, seeking distraction in absorbing herself in pleasuring Antonia, again much to the older woman’s delight.

Her back arched again, and she moaned more fervently this time, slowly grinding her hips to meet Malena’s tongue strokes. She spoke again to her husband, but clearly had difficulty forming the words, “She should still be wet, be gentle with her.” Malena’s eyes shot open at this, as she realized she was just an offering to her husband, something for him to fuck instead of her.

Antonia whispered as best she could, as her back arched again and she choked on the words through ragged, sharp breaths, “Stay with me, Pimienta, it will be over soon.” Clearly the older woman was in the beginnings of her orgasm, and Malena wondered what, exactly, would be over soon. Her tongue was growing tired, but she rallied and renewed her efforts as Antonia squeezed her hands tightly in Malena’s hair and continued to pull her face in closer. It was a bit of a relief to make this woman, who had so expertly played her clit, also cum from her efforts, and not have to see what Mr. Hegworth was doing. His ponderous bulk looming over her smooth, brown ass, wheezing and sweating, as he positioned his thick cock against her wet pussy.

She felt both of his sweaty, chubby hands grab her by the hip bones, and she braced herself as he violently thrust his cock into her, just as he had done to Linda. Malena was filled with excruciating pain and cried out, muffled in Antonia’s clit, resisting the urge to bite down, as every new thrust from the swollen prick brought new pain, and she was afraid he would damage her. Her face was being violently shoved against Antonia’s sex, and the older woman thrust her hips forward and loudly shrieked her pleasure as Malena felt her thighs quivering and her belly convulsing.

She tried to continue pleasuring Antonia, despite the burning in her womb, but it was all she could do to keep her face from getting wedged up in her pussy. Malena was also shouting in pain, mixing with Antonia’s fading shrieks as her orgasm subsided, which only seemed to encourage Hegworth, who remarked how tight she was and how much she must like this. Malena lifted her eyes to look at Antonia, and the older woman was looking back at Malena with a wry smile. She disentangled her fingers from her hair and started stroking the younger woman’s face, whispering “It won’t be much longer.”

Malena realized she was there to soften the experience, and that otherwise Hegworth would have used her alone, satisfying himself again with the newest girl. She gazed at Antonia with a mixture of pain and admiration, as Hegworth continued pushing his cock into her, swollen head hammering forcefully against her cervix, and his hands now pressed tight against her waist as he supported his weight on her. The pain had subsided, and she became used to his size, but she realized there would be no pleasure from this and was thankful for Antonia’s expert attention just a short while ago.

Hegworth was wheezing loudly by now, and she could feel him start to slow down, as he grabbed her hips again and with a final violent thrust, buried his long thick rod in her now abused cunt where she could feel it pressing against her already bruised cervix. She felt warmth spreading inside as his cock twitched and jerked inside her, and then he was done, pulling his still erect member out abruptly with a gush of fluids dripping at the back of her feet.

A wave of relief passed through Malena, and she visibly relaxed, prompting Antonia to pull her closer so the younger woman was half laying on her. She whispered in her ear. “Never let them take your dignity, and never let them see you cry.” Malena lifted her head and looked into Antonia’s eyes as she realized Mr. Hegworth was standing there, waiting for something.

“Well? You’re not done yet girl. This is all very touching but we’re not paying you to lay around, do your fucking job, whore!” He was practically sputtering at the end. Antonia looked angry, and shrugged at Malena, who reluctantly but quickly got up and collected Mr. Hegworth’s discarded clothes. After cleaning off his prick with her mouth, and almost gagging at his taste, she proceeded to dress him like she had seen Linda do.

Antonia collected her bra, and smoothed out her skirt, examining herself in some mirrored tile on the wall. She didn’t even turn around. “Peter. I never want to hear you’ve treated my Pimienta like that again.” She started looking in her purse for some makeup.

Hegworth sputtered at that. “But, but that’s why she’s here, for my use.”

“Maybe so, but you will treat her with respect. You may not want to pleasure her, but do not ever hurt her.” Antonia started twisting her lipstick, preparing to put some on. “Use her all you want, and expect obedience, but I draw the line at abuse. Am I clear?” She pursed her lips and glided the deep red color over them.

Hegworth blustered a little, but backed down with a murmured, “Yes Antonia.”

Malena made sure the belt was secure around his waist, and stepped back, waiting. Hegworth pointed at the couch, and she grabbed some tissues and cleaned his cum from the leather couch.

“Get your things Pimienta, you’ve earned a shower.” Antonia stood in front of her husband and leaned over, kissing his cheek. “You’re such a graceless pig Peter, I’ll see you at home.” She motioned Malena to leave with her, and she followed, her clothes still in hand. She could feel Hegworth’s cum drying on her thighs as she silently parted company with the older woman and walked stiffly back to the lounge, her insides still in discomfort at the painful stretching she endured.

10:45

I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you, standing with your friends, enjoying your first round of drinks after getting to the club. Something about you… the way you dressed, the way you walked. Something about you called out to a primal part of me, and I knew I had to have you.

I’m a respectable man, I am well regarded in the community, and to see me you’d assume I’m a doctor or a financier. So, your friends were shocked when I walked right up to you and loudly asked if you’d like to fuck.

Oh, your friends’ faces were priceless, with open mouths, and eyes widening in disgust and horror. To your credit, they came to your defense admirably, and smiling I willingly backed down with an apology and some excuse about mistaken identity and too much alcohol.

But it wasn’t their reaction I was watching for, it was yours.

And in your face at that moment, I saw all I needed. Initially shock, then embarrassment, and then… curiosity. Your body stiffened, went rigid, but then, your womanly desire took over, and I could see that. The hot flush in your cheeks, the hint of a smile, the softening of your eyes locked with mine told me volumes about you. I knew in that instant, yes, you were intrigued.

I mingled at the club, stealing glances at you and catching you returning them, but your friends had nothing but red-hot daggers for me. They consoled you, and you all seemed to enjoy yourselves dancing and enjoying several rounds of drinks, a few of which I secretly sent your way.

It’s hard for me, being surrounded by sycophants, people wanting to rub elbows and be seen; it’s tiring. I’m a respectable man, my charity work is well regarded, and my boyish looks with salt-and-pepper hair keep me constantly surrounded by those wanting to further their status. So dull. No one would suspect the raging desires within me. The cruel monster straining to be free. Not even you I suspect, as my eyes caught yours from across the floor, and you averted them, face reddening, cheeks flushed, and in that moment, your fate was sealed.

I anonymously sent over one last round of drinks, and eagerly watched the transformation with growing excitement, as your motions became more exaggerated: freer. The swaying of those hips, begging for fulfilment, the increasing irritation of your tight dress that you’ve been adjusting more and more, the alluring swagger accentuating your shapely buttocks, all further reinforced my desire and steeled my resolve.

You and your friends disperse from the club. I see you scanning the thinning sea of people; whatever could you be looking for? I watch you from the shadows as the valet runs off to return my car, and I step outside into the street lit night, still watching your progress as you finally exited the club, alone. You had not gotten far when you saw a black Mercedes pull up, door opening, “Would you like a ride?“

You peer in the open door, swaying slightly, uncertain, and then your face lights up, but only for a split second. You scowl, quickly masking your your initial excitement, and reply: “Sure, but just a ride home. I'm not sure who you think I am.“

“Of course, ma’am, I just want to apologize for my rude behavior earlier." With that, you swing your ass into the car, and heavily thump down into the cool leather seat. Collecting yourself, I reach way over you to pull the door shut. You recoil in surprise at the suddenness of my weight on you, and I inhale a heady mix of liquor, fruit, and your delightful womanly scent: a mix of sweat, and your moist pussy, unmistakably fertile and ready. “Apologies again,“ I murmur, as I shift the car in gear, and we start to drive off.

It does not dawn on you for a while that you haven’t told me where you live, or that we’re likely driving off somewhere not even remotely near your home. At one point you question it and I laugh, saying I want to show you something. At this point, you begin to get nervous, but it’s too late. You realize we are in a remote industrial part of town, and regardless of what your loins may have lulled you into believing, you begin to experience fear.

Realizing an error in judgement, I pull over to the side of the road, in front of a massive, shuttered factory, one of many in a silent testament to forgotten wealth. As I shut the car off, I can feel you shift, and as I glance at you I see panic in your eyes. So delicious, I just want to bask in your fear, but instead I smile reassuringly, touching your leg as you flinch, and murmur “Relax kitten, I just need to check something.“ I quickly get out of the car and pop the trunk, reaching to find what I had earlier forgotten to have handy.

Meanwhile, for some inexplicable reason, you finally decide to take your chances, and get out of the car, uncertain as to which way to run. You sway unsteadily, looking at me, and then one side of the street, and then the other. You decide to run past me, and I quickly bound a few steps and grab you by the arm. I had hoped it wouldn’t come to this, but it’s too hard having a resistant passenger. I hold up the plastic bag I’ve gotten from the car, and shake out a piece of cloth, a large rag. You can’t stop me as I lock your neck in the crook of my elbow, and place the cloth over your face. Naturally, you struggle, but it only takes a few breaths, and then you are limp in my arms, and I gently scoop you up and place you back in the car.

You slowly regain consciousness on a firm, enormous bed, against a wall with large dirty windows high above. The cavernous space is filled with light, and furniture settings dot the interior landscape. Bright sunlight floods the room from an endless surround of windows, 2 stories up, almost as if you are outside. And you are naked.

Stripped of your sleek, nightclub dress, revealing your delightfully feminine breasts, you seek to cover yourself but there is nothing on the bed but a soft, overstuffed pillow. And the chain. You are dressed solely in a shiny steel manacle on your ankle, terminating a similarly shiny steel chain, that trails off the bed and out of sight.

You do not appear hurt, and other than a slight headache, well rested. It appears to be afternoon, and you notice a tray with fruit and cheese and bread on a table, cool water in a pitcher with a ceramic goblet, laid out for your consumption. Your stomach thinks this is a good thing, and you realize the chain is long enough to allow you some freedom from the bed as you make your way to the food.

You greedily eat, and drink the entire pitcher of water. As you‘re wiping droplets of water that spilled from your mouth and onto your pendulous breasts, nipples swelling at your touch, you notice me sitting in a chair, observing you. You stare at me, uncertain of what to do or say, knowing you can’t run and realizing that screaming is likely pointless. You stand at your full height, hands at your sides and look back at me with... what is that? Defiance? Hatred? No... something else.

I see relief. Defiance also to be sure, but relief. At finally being forced to acknowledge what you really are. A woman, naked and exposed to a much more powerful man, and you know that I will have whatever I want from you and there is nothing you can do to stop it. I see no need for pretense, for words, spoken reassurances that ring hollow in the reality of decisive action. You are mine now, exactly how I wanted it.

I stand, and start towards you. Stripping off my shirt, and stopping to remove my shoes, then socks. A few more steps and then stopping to pull off my trousers, one leg as time, leaving them in a crumpled heap on the immaculate shiny concrete floor. My boxers betray my excitement as they form a tent, and I stop to remove those, exposing a massive, rock hard phallus, that dips and bobs as I finish the distance between us. Absentmindedly, I give it a stroke, and a single bead of precum forms at the head from the unblinking eye that your gaze seems drawn to.

I may seem respectable, even fully undressed with a modestly girthed, but long erection, but I am not a patient man, and my patience has expired. Any questions you may have about your presence here are instantly answered as I reach out, and lift you off the floor, positioning you above my straining member, yearning upwards. Gently I lower you onto my shaft, and despite the abruptness of my act, your body betrays you again with growing moisture forming between your labia, as you sink down the full length of me, eyes widening in shock. I stride the few steps to the bed, lowering you onto it, and slowly and roughly thrust myself into you. Over and over, in a measured pace, I sink my cock into you fully and pull it out again. Thrust, withdraw, repeated for longer than you think possible, your cervix not being spared the same violation as your cunt, as you feel my swollen head slam against it, time after time.

You find yourself hoping I’ll finish. Your muscles grip my cock, and I soon feel you shudder underneath me, back arched as you curse and moan and scream. Your body tightens in apparent pain, face in a spasm of ecstasy, as you gush fluids from your pussy, and writhe under my weight, wantonly moving your hips to match my still steady thrusts as you gasp for breath and then begin to languorously stretch out fully beneath me. Eventually you’ll go numb from the friction, but for now you lay in a pool of your own fluids, and the sloppy wet sounds of my still fully erect member continuously pumping into and out of you fogging your brain, and soon, you feel it again.

You feel your heart will burst, as your breath becomes ragged again. You’re not sure when you grabbed my shoulders, pulling me down to embrace you, but my entire weight is on your slim frame, my chest pressing against your breasts, our bodies slick with sweat, and I quicken my pace and you cry out again as your body consumes itself with another electric storm, igniting every nerve in your body in a shuddering climax as I relentlessly continue to hammer at you.

I gaze down at you dispassionately as my hips rock, my tight buttocks clenched as I’m thrusting my cock in and out of you with a steadily increasing rhythm. Your reaction is amusing, and your fluids are effusive as I begin to near my own climax. I hear you begin a feeble protest, words barely audible between moans and half-caught breath, as I quicken my pace again and continue my endless assault on your cervix. Your hands travel to my hips, as you uselessly try to slow my thrusting hips, and your head moves side to side protesting and moaning in turns.

Your face begins to harden, and your body goes taut again, as your eyes take on a feral gleam in a fight or flight response, fear filling you as you brace for another body wracking climax in its final betrayal of your carefully crafted identity, your womanhood on full display as your nipples strain erect, and your gape pulses and tightens with pleasure. You hear me moan and realize what is happening. You manage to whisper, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Please fill me with your seed!", as I realize I am at the point of no return.

I feel my pleasure rising in my root chakra, as millions of sperm gather for the assault. You are a raging tigress underneath me, heedless of me, or yourself, as you thrust your arms about and arch your back, meeting my violent thrusts with equal ferocity. Spurred on by your utter abandonment despite my unfeeling nature, I quickly experience that familiar sensation at the base of my balls, and then I shout as my cock, which has been trying to penetrate your cervix itself, explodes deep inside your womb. Wave after wave of my seed forcefully splashes against it, my thick spunk pooling at your inner opening, forcing its way through as months of rage and respectability are at once dispelled in this moment of primal fulfillment.

Shuddering, I relax onto you. Panting in quick, deep breaths as you lay motionless underneath me, our bodies saturated in sweat, I place my fingers at your opening as you murmur and open to them. I do not feel the sticky fluid which sometimes leaks out, but you are pinned down, unable to use gravity to thwart your destiny, as my seed continues its silent work, filling your womb, searching for your egg.

In time, I arise, my glistening cock still semi erect, and walk away, across the cavernous room, light dimmer with approaching dusk. Exhausted and still sore, you lay there watching me. I return with a picture of water and fill your goblet, tenderly raising it to your lips, encouraging you to drink, slaking your thirst. You notice other objects I’ve brought over. A small plastic bottle of fluid, and a large blue object, shaped like a monstrous tentacle.