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The Adventures of Samantha Part 0 – The Talk

I guess there was no way to know that I wasn’t a normal girl.
You see, I didn’t have a ton of interaction with people outside my family growing up. My mom, little sister Kellie and twin brother and sister Andrew and Hannah lived in a small farming town in Iowa. I know it doesn’t sound like a hell of a lot of fun, but again, I didn’t know much better. We lived in Chicago for the first few years of my life. My dad was a CEO of a large company and worked long, stressful days. He died when I was 5, shortly after the twins were born, of a sudden heart attack. I remember being confused as to where he went, and Mom being really sad and a lot of friends and relatives coming over, but other than that, not much. Soon afterwards, my mom moved to Iowa and bought the farm.
She homeschooled all 4 of her kids, since the one decent primary school in town was a Christian school and required regular attendance at church. We never went to church, so it was never an option. I never really asked why. So we were home schooled. In the winter, Mom put us through 12-hour school days so that in the spring and summer, we could focus more on tending the crops and studying independently. I never minded the system, but once I got to be older, I found it monotonous. I didn’t remember much about Chicago but I remember there were a lot more people around.
It was a hot day in July when I was helping Mom harvest the corn crop, and she surprised me.
“Samantha, how would you like to go to a real school?”
This caught me off guard. I HAD been thinking about it, but I never considered it to be a real possibility.
“Where?” I asked. There weren’t any high schools within a 45 minute drive, and Mom had the farm to take care of, not to mention a 13-year-old daughter and two 12-year olds.
“There’s a boarding school in Chicago called Rogers Prep. Your father went there. It just went co-ed a few years ago, so I’d think there are quite a few girls that go there now.”
This idea scared me. Going to Rogers would mean leaving the one place that I really ever knew. I wanted to go to a real school, but this would be a big step. On the other hand, it would be great to be in a place with people my age. Despite being only a year or two older, I did a lot of the work taking care of my younger siblings to help out Mom, so a lot of the time I had to be the bad guy to them. A lot of the time, it felt like me and Mom vs. my siblings.
“What would you do, Mom? Don’t you need help taking care of things around here?”
“Don’t worry about that. They’re all old enough to take some responsibility for themselves. I imagine they’ll all be at Rogers in a year or two anyways, and once that happens I’ll probably sell the farm and get a smaller place I can handle by myself.”
So just before my 15th birthday, Mom and I were making the 5 hour drive to Chicago to meet the dean at Rogers, and if he accepted me, I’d start school the next week. Normally I’d have to take an entrance exam, but I guess the dean was an old friend of Dad’s, and agreed to let me in as long as I demonstrated the knowledge that was needed to succeed at Rogers.
We arrived on campus and it was beyond anything I imagined. The city was so lively; I saw more people in the first 10 seconds than I had my entire life in Iowa. The grass was green, the autumn flowers were blooming, and there were students everywhere. Walking from the car to the dean’s office, I couldn’t help but stare at some of them. Tall, muscular boys, short, skinny girls, some white, some black, some with dark hair, some with blonde hair, one or two with red hair.
We arrived at the dean’s office and were greeted by a 20-something, gorgeous woman. She gave me a toothy smile and her lips moved, but I wasn’t listening. My eyes moved from her hair to her full cheeks to her pouty lips, down to her blouse that showed just a small bit of cleavage. Her boobs weren’t huge, but they were significantly larger than mine, and just had some kind of life to them.
“Samantha?” I heard Mom say.
“Oh, um, sorry?”
“The receptionist smiled again. “I asked if you need anything before your interview? Dean Matthews will be ready for you in 10 minutes or so.”
“Oh, actually, could I just use the restroom? It’s been a long drive.”
“Sure thing, it’s down the hall on your left.”
I nodded and went down the hall to the bathroom. I had a funny feeling in my belly that I’d never felt before. I decided to splash some water in my face to compose myself. I took a look in the mirror. I by no means was bad looking, but I couldn’t compare to the receptionist out front. My hair was naturally straight, halfway down my back and dark brown, almost black. I stood about 5’3”. My tits were an A-cup. I never really cared about their size until I saw the receptionist outside. I didn’t want giant boobs, I just hoped they’d fill out a little bit more. I was toned due to all the farm work i’d done over the years. I especially liked my legs; they looked and felt strong and powerful.
I stared in the mirror, trying to fix my hair. I didn’t love my hair, it was sort of dull. Most of the time I didn’t care, but I didn’t want to look dull in an interview. There wasn’t much I could do about it. I sat down to use the bathroom. I found myself wishing I had red hair like the receptionist. How much more interesting I’d be. I was otherwise average looking, but some interesting hair would make me feel a little bit better about myself.
Realizing I’d been in here about 10 minutes, I quickly washed my hands and returned to the front desk. A man in his 50s wearing a brown suit was already there, chatting with Mom. I guess they must have met once or twice when Dad was still alive.
“Ah, you must be Samantha! I haven’t seen you since you were just a baby. How are you? I’m excited you decided to join us here at Rogers. I’m sure you’ll fit in nicely. Come in, come in, we’ll have a little chat.” He said it all very fast.
“Alright, great, nice to meet you too, sir.” I followed him into his office. On the way in, I caught my mom’s eye. She had one eyebrow raised and was smirking. I didn’t have time to ask what was going on.
The interview itself was not much of an interview. Dean Matthews did most of the talking himself. I smiled and nodded and said a word here or there, but after about 20 minutes, he told me that I’d be a welcome addition to the school and that he’d already set up boarding arrangements for me.
“You’ll have a room by yourself, most of the freshmen live with roommates but your mother tells me you are already adept at algebra, geometry, biology, and writing, so she asked that we accelerate your schooling a bit. You’ll essentially be starting as a Sophomore, and no one has roommates here after Freshman year.”
This was kind of a relief, I wanted to meet people but the idea of sharing every intimate detail of my life with a complete and random stranger was a bit unnerving. I smiled and accepted, and he sent me on my way.
“Go to Holmes Hall and talk to the Housemaster there. He’ll show you to your room.” He smiled and opened the door to his office. “Good luck. I know you’ll love it here”.
I was smiling as I left the office with Mom. We walked over to Holmes as I told my mom everything about the interview. Once we arrived, the Housemaster showed me to my room, unlocked the door, and handed me the key. “This is you, feel free to let me know if there’s anything you need.”
Mom and I entered the room and looked around. It was a fairly big dorm room , with two windows and a double bed in the corner, a desk against the wall, and a large dresser. On the desk sat a brand new laptop laser-etched with my name below the logo.
“Oooh, cool!” I nearly screamed. The only computer I’d ever known must have been built in 1998. We never needed anything newer, and I never experienced anything faster than dialup internet.
“All incoming students get one.” My mom smiled. “Nice hair, by the way.”
I turned to my mother, “Oh no, is something wrong with it?”
“Well, it’s red. About the same color as the young lady you couldn’t seem to take your eyes off of earlier.”
I didn’t really understand. I walked over to the mirror over the dresser and my jaw dropped. My hair, normally a deep brown, was a shocking shade of red. I couldn’t believe my eyes. “What?? Oh my god, how did this happen?”
My mom just smiled. “Samantha, I was going to have this talk to with you today, but you seem to have beat me to the punch.”
I was confused. “What? What talk? What are you talking about?”
“Sam, this is going to seem absurd to you, but I’m 100% serious here. She sat me down on the bed. You and I and your brother and sisters are not normal human beings. In fact, we’re not human beings at all.”
You could have knocked me over with a feather. Did my Mom just tell me that neither of us are human?
“We are an organism from a faraway solar system. My grandmother and a few dozen others were sent here to inhabit this planet, and, within a few hundred years, the majority of the Earth will be our kind. Our job is to spread the race.”
This did not exactly register to me. I sat there with a dumb look on my face, half expecting Mom to yell “psych!” at any moment. She didn’t, but instead, she continued.
“Like I said, I was going to tell you today, but it seems you beat me to it. In case you haven’t realized, we have the ability to change our appearance at will. This gives us an obvious evolutionary advantage, since it’ll be easier to find compatible mates.”
I still could not believe her. “If you can change your appearance, why haven’t I been able to my whole life? Why do you look the same?”
“Well,” she said, “you don’t get the ability until you’re ready to reproduce. But I don’t want you worrying about that yet. You’re here to get an education. As for me, well, I kept the same basic appearance to keep everything under wraps, but let me ask you, do I look like a 50-year old woman?”
I could not say that she did, in fact, she didn’t look a day over 29. Her skin was smooth, her boobs were firm, and her hair was as black as always. “I guess not,” I conceded.
“It’s because I have control over my appearance. I’ll look this way until it’s no longer believable that I’m actually 50. Even then, living on a farm with no steady visitors lets me look as young as I want.” She smiled. “You’re still skeptical. Tell me, what else do you wish you could change about yourself?”
I thought about this. “Well, I wish my boobs were a bit bigger.”
“Of course you do. Our kind don’t develop fully after puberty. That way we can choose what we look like without alarming people. I’m actually surprised you haven’t changed those yet.” She laughed to herself.” Try picturing yourself with bigger boobs, then.”
I did. Instantly, I felt my chest growing outward. The clasp of my bra snapped off and my tits filled my shirt, straining against the fabric. I gasped.
“Whoa now,” my mom laughed. “Don’t go too crazy! You’re not going to be able to keep the boys away.”
I imagined myself with my normal A-cups and watched as they deflated back to normal. “Still don’t believe?” my mom asked.
“I guess I do… this is all insane. Wow” I kept pinching myself, figuring this was a dream.
“Now Sam, this is obviously a very powerful ability. But there are rules. Number one, you must keep this a secret.. This means no changing in front of them. The last thing we want is for you to be whisked away to some government lab for study. The second thing is, don’t change into the form of another known person, particularly if this human is in the area or a celebrity. We don’t want people accidentally seeing double visions of themselves or thinking they saw Lindsay Lohan when they really didn’t, because thats when suspicions arise. Third, and most importantly, you must stay relatively the same form whenever you’re doing day-to-day activities around people who see you often. That means you can’t show up to class as a 6’2, black girl one day and a 4’11 Asian girl the next. Does that make sense?”
I nodded, still refusing to believe what I was hearing.
“So your first task is to find a form you like. This will be your regular form, that you’ll wear most of the time. You can get taller or shorter or grow your boobs and such slowly and over time, but make it seem natural. The next step is to learn to be comfortable in that form. After that, you can change your size, height, hair color, skin color, you name it.”
“And this is all so I can have babies? That’s the purpose of my life?”
“Oh, no, of course not.” Mom said. You can live your life relatively normally. You can have fun changing your form. But I don’t want you to worry about reproduction let. If you do find yourself in that situation, just know that you won’t get pregnant unless you absolutely, positively want to, deep down. You can practice finding mates, but I think reproduction can wait, don’t you?”
“Agreed,” I said. I guess this was my form of the sex talk; I never got a proper one on my farm in Iowa.
“It’s running late, let’s get your things so I can get back,” Mom said, smiling at me.
Once Mom left and I organized everything, I collapsed back on the bed. What a day! I fully expected to wake up in my bed in Iowa tomorrow to find I had a horrible fever or something. I dozed off, and after an hour or so woke up, still at Rogers. I decided to go down to the mess hall to get some dinner; I realized I hadn’t eaten since breakfast. I nearly forgot I’d need to decide on a form before I mingled with other people at the school. Such a high-pressure choice! I figured three people had already seen me; two of them I’d certainly see again, so I couldn’t change myself too much. I decided to go with chestnut hair, just below my shoulders, and full B-cup tits. I liked the size, they fit in my hands when I cupped them and they weren’t noticeably bigger than my real tits. I figured I looked approachable yet very attractive. I was happy with my new body but I wanted to try some new things. I pictured myself with big, firm D-cup tits. Sure enough, my jest grew outward. I caught myself this time and pulled my blouse off.I wasn’t expecting the weight difference and it surprised me. I stood there with my D-cups pressing against my A-cup bra which was open in the back from when I busted it earlier. The bra concealed my nipples but not much else. I removed the bra. My nipples were still dime-sized, so I imagined quarter-sized nipples on myself and sure enough they appeared. I tugged at one of them, sending a shiver down my spine.
I decided to keep going farther with this. I stripped completely naked, knowing my plan would ruin whatever clothes I had on. I imagined a supermodel I had seen, with an hourglass figure, dirty blonde hair, a perky butt, and huge tits. She must have been almost 6 feet, with long, strong legs. I imagined myself becoming her, or something like that. The sudden changes happening in my body sent me stumbling back toward my bed. I was growing about an inch a second, my tits were inflating yet again, and I could feel my butt growing. Once it stopped, I clumsily stood up and walked to the mirror. I was indeed about 6 inches taller, and was a complete bombshell. I couldn’t stop staring at my “self” in the mirror. I explored my tits, fingering at my nipples, which sent a surge of electricity down to my pussy, which still had a thin triangle of hair above it. I found my hand sliding down to it and touching it, and feeling a wetness. My finger slid past my clit and I shuddered. I was staring at myself, admiring my beauty. I found that spot again, and i realized that this was where I should focus. Without moving from the mirror, I watched this supermodel figure in the mirror playing with herself. I slid a finger from my left hand to my opening and inserted a long finger as I continued to tease my clit. I moaned loudly. This was AMAZING! Finally, after a few minutes of increasingly faster teasing and fingering, I felt a crash of pleasure hit me. I screamed, my knees gave out, and i fell to the floor, still going at it with myself. Just as the pleasure subsided I heard a knock on the door.
“Hello? Is everything alright in there?” a male voice called. Panicking, I changed myself back to the 5’3, auburn haired, B-cup form I created for myself earlier and grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself. I opened the door slightly to see a short but muscular 17-year old boy.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to bother you but I heard screams from this room and I thought it was empty. I’m Mark by the way. “ He reached out to shake my hand. “Samantha” I said. I shook his hand, but didn’t realize my juices were still all over it until it was too late. He didn’t seem to notice.
“I’ll leave you to it, but let me know if you want me to show you around sometime,” Mark smiled.” I’m just across the hall.”
“Alright,” I said, just anxious to get out of this horribly awkward situation. “See you around”. I closed the door and looked through the peep hole at him walking back to his room. I saw him sniff his own hand and look back at the door. He smiled and entered his room.

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John Burke now officially loved his job. Not only did he get to help form young minds, but now that he was part of the “Aux Ed” program – he also got to teach them the finer points of sexuality and sexual technique. His mentor-teacher, Nicole Robins, had been very helpful “exposing” the new teacher to this unique program – designed to reduce the incidents of STDs and unwanted pregnancy.
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Stumbling back, John took a seat on the couch as the young teacher stood before him. “Watching you cum all over Alexa’s boobs really turned me on,” she said as she quickly unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her sheer black bra encasing her smallish, but firm tits. As John removed his shirt, he watched Nicole unzip her skirt and emerge in a matching pair of lacy, black panties. With is cock now growing by the second, he pushed off his shorts, exposing himself to his coworker.
Nicole took in John’s manhood with her eager eyes. He did have a beautiful cock and she was eager to take her turn with his now-erect dick. She reached behind and unclasped her bra – exposing her larger, pert breasts to John, now removing the last bit of his clothing before her. Nicole always loved her tits, and she ran a hand across her firm nipples in a seductive pose. Next, she hooked her lacy panties with her thumbs – pushing them down quickly as she now felt so aroused she could hardly stand it. Her pussy had one small strip of blonde hair, so light that it almost looked bare – she could tell John was as excited as she was as she took to her knees, eager to suck Mr. Burke’s cock.
John felt Nicole’s mouth engulf his hard, thick rod and it took his breath away. Her tongue moved over his cock-head over and over, sending shivers up his spine. Her hand rubs and tugs at this balls as he moans and runs his hands through her soft, blonde hair. Nicole begins to move her head up and down with ever increasing speed, tasting the salty, sticky pre-cum that was emerging from his throbbing fuck-stick.
John could no longer hold back. With a suddenness that surprised both he and Nicole, ribbons of cum shot out of his cock. The young sexy teacher managed to capture most of it all in her mouth, but was somewhat surprised at the speed he came – and had some of the hot, warm fluid leak out of her mouth. Not wanting to waste any, she swallowed the warm fluid – enjoying the taste of this new conquest. A few small drops trickled onto Nicole’s now-erect nipple – a problem that the young teacher was more than happy to remedy as she licked her own tit, cleaning the cum off of herself.
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Unable to contain himself, he took Nicole by the hand and led her to the low-lying coffee table in front of his couch. He placed her hands on the far edge while his hands continued to dance around her now-quivering pussy. Arching her back, Nicole positioned herself to allow John to enter her. He is more than happy to oblige as he guides his arching cock into her soft, wet pussy. She is surprised at the size of John as his cock began to stretch out her very eager pussy. Once inside, she loves the feel of him filling up her fuck hole and moving back and forth. She is even more turned on to hear him lean over and whisper in her ear “I am going to fuck you pussy like no one else has,” and she responds with a low moan and by pushing her backside into his thrusts. Faster and faster he fucks her, and moves his hand to her overly-sensitive clit, rubbing it as he continues to push into Nicole over and over again. She can not contain her screams as she cums harder than she can ever remember. Shaking, she barely notices her partner taking his cock out of her pussy and depositing more cum on her back and her small, puckered asshole.
“Looks like I am a mess,” said Nicole as she accepted a clean towel from John. “Still, there are worse ways to get dirty.”
“I love you dirty,” replied John. “The dirtier the better.”
“Oh, I’ve got plans for you,” quipped Ms. Robins. “Meet me in my classroom at 7:00 tomorrow, before school, and I’ll make sure your day starts off right.”
“Oh – I will be there. Remember, I am an early riser,” replied the male teacher as he wiped his cock clean. “I’ll make sure I am there.”
“Be sure to get a good nights sleep. You’re going to need it,” said Nicole as she busied herself getting dressed and gathered her belongings and headed towards the front door.
John knew that sleep was going to be welcome, as were the dreams that would likely fill his head.
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The alarm went off at 5:00, but sleep seemed to elude John all night. He hadn’t really prepared much for school the next day, but he couldn’t get his mind off his sexy teaching partner, Nicole Robins, and the potential that the new day had. She wanted him to meet her at school early tomorrow – before all the other students and teachers arrived – and it sent a tingle through his crotch in anticipation. He showered and took great efforts not to masturbate in the shower (a common occurrence of late as his libido seemed to be going out of control) and got ready for the school day.
When he arrived in the parking lot, Nicole’s car was already in her regular space. John wondered what time she got there and had to take a deep breath as he entered the building. He was clearly thinking with his cock as all he could imagine is fucking Nicole over and over again – this time in her classroom.
As John opened the door, he was disappointed to see Nicole engaged in a discussion with a student and a parent. His cock immediately shrank as he realized that Ms. Robins’ had scheduled a parent meeting before school as well. He quietly began to back out of the room, but stopped when he heard Nicole blurt out “John…err..I mean Mr. Burke…wait just a minute.” John froze and re-entered the classroom, making eye contact with both the young female student and her mother – neither of which John had ever met before.
“I am glad you could meet us here before school Mr. Burke. I want you to meet Ms. Martinez and her daughter Sadie – she is a freshman also. Like yourself, they are new to Aux Ed and had a few questions about the program. I told them that you could help ease their concerns.”
“I’ll be happy to do anything I can,” replied John as he took a longer look at both Ms. Martinez and her daughter. Ms. Martinez was clearly pretty, but you could tell that age had taken its toll. She had very large breasts that pushed out from her less-than-fashionable sweater and she wore to much eye makeup – but she did have a pair of beautiful brown eyes that were hypnotic. Her daughter, Sadie, resembled her mother in a very slight fashion. Her figure was hard to discern as she wore a bulky grey sweatshirt, yet her long, brown hair that covered her brown-olive skin over her neck was very appealing as it added a hint of sexiness to her innocence.
“Sadie just turned 14 and has never done anything like this,” said the mother in an accusatory tone. “I just want to make sure that she doesn’t get hurt or do something that she is not ready for.”
“We would never force her to participate in any way,” chimed in Nicole. “And the fact is that she does not have to enroll in the program if she does not want to. Sadie, are you interested in Aux Ed? It is ok if you are not. Nobody is going to force you.”
Sadie’s eyes started to well up with tears as she exclaimed “No…I really, really want to be part of the program – but I don’t think I can. See…I’ve never…umm…never mind.” She looked down at her feet clearly embarrassed about her lack of experience with sex.
“That is why we are here,” said Nicole. “Most of our freshman are very inexperienced – and we are all here to learn. Do you want to start now? Just us. No one will have to know if you don’t want.”
Sadie looked up and bit her bottom lip. “Ok,” she said meekly. “What do I have to do?”
“Well,” said Nicole, “you have to determine if you like boys or girls better. Either is ok – but you should have some preference.”
“Boys. Definitely boys,” blurted out Sadie. “If that is ok, I mean”
“Great,” said Ms. Robins. “That is why we have Mr. Burke here. Ms. Martinez, do you want to leave or are you planning to stay?”
“I would like to stay if that is ok,” said the Latina mother. “And if it is ok with everyone.”
“It is fine with me and Mr. Burke,” said Nicole gesturing to John, “but Sadie has the final decision.”
“I guess it would be ok,” said Sadie, “but I don’t really know what to do.”
“I will help you with that,” said Nicole – pulling John over to the desk where the young girl was sitting. “Take out his penis. Don’t worry. It’s ok”
Sadie looked up at Mr. Burke as he unbuckled his belt and unfastened his pants. Her small hands reached out and unbuttoned the fly on his boxers. His cock was beginning to throb and become engorged with blood as he small, cold hands reached into the soft fabric of his boxers.
Nicole took a seat next to Sadie’s mom as they watched the young girl begin to massage John’s cock. John felt a bit like a circus animal on display – but her hands felt good as they traveled up and down his soft skin. The male teacher took the initiative and pushed down his boxers to the floor and stepped out of them. As he began to remove his shirt, he felt Sadie begin to move her hand up and down the shaft of his cock.
Quickly becoming naked, John realized his discomfort at being the only one disrobed. He took the young student by the hand and stood her up as well. Removing her bulky sweatshirt, he noticed her flat, brown tummy covered by a light t-shirt. He kissed her soft lips tenderly before lifting the end of the t-shirt over her head. Sadie resisted at first, but the teacher was insistent. To Mr. Burke’s surprise Sadie was not wearing a bra, and then he realized why. Her small tits barely rose above her chest. Her nipples stood erect, but there was no noticeable breast below her dark brown areolas.
John’s hands moved down her chest, glancing off her small boobs. He continued moving down, unfastening the young girl’s jeans. He stood back and watched Sadie push down the tight denim, exposing her child-like pink panties. With some visual coaxing, he urged her to remove her last piece of clothing. As she tugged at her cotton underwear, John was also surprised to see Sadie covering herself with her hands. She had a thick, mat of brown pubic hair that offset her small chest.
“She doesn’t have big boobs, but she is a real woman,” John heard the mother chime in as John positioned Sadie up on Nicole’s desk. Sadie just rolled her eyes at her mom’s comment, but Mr. Burke barely took the time to notice. His hands traced light circles up her knee and her thigh – moving towards her soft pussy hair.
Sadie gasped when the teacher’s hands first glanced across her labia and clitoris. “That feels so good,” she said – encouraging John to continue. His fingers continued to probe her soft folds, gently pushing his index finger into her. He saw her bite her lip as he began to push his finger in and out, gently finger fucking her. Bending over John began to kiss the young girl’s ankle, her knee and her thigh as he came closer and closer to her young, tight pussy. It was just about that time that he noticed a familiar feeling swelling over his cock and as he looked down expecting to see Nicole kissing and licking his manhood, he was somewhat taken aback to see Sadie’s mother opening her mouth to inhale his now-hard cock.
Not to be deterred, John’s finger fucking of the girl became his focus as his cock was being sucked by her mother. His tongue met her clitoris and as he pushed his finger into her tight cunt, she began to swear – first I Spanish and then in English. John became even further aroused (if possible) as the young girl began to pant “yes..Mr. Burke…lick my pussy…finger fuck me…ooh…it feels so good…yes….lick my twat….I am so wet.”
And with a sudden spasm, he could feel Sadie begin to cum. She came so hard that her pussy clenched around John’s finger and traces of liquid spilled onto the hard wooden desk that she was now splayed out upon.
Since the young girl was satiated for the time being, John turned his attention to Sadie’s mom who was now engulfing his entire cock down her throat. She was a great cocksucker, but that isn’t what John was after. He had always been a pussy man and this was no different. He helped Ms. Martinez to her feet and, against her feigned objections, begin to remove her sweater. Underneath the relatively ugly garment was a large white bra that looked to be both supportive and confining. Using his best skills, he unclasped the bra from her back and let it fall to the floor. Her large breasts were impressive as the large areolas capped her conic breasts. Small nipples emerged from the center of each boob that John could not help but lean over the give the cursory kiss and lick.
Next up, Mr. Burke pushed his way down to her pants. She had on a conservative pair of khaki pants that seemed somewhat plain. Going to his knees, John moved his hands to her snap and zipper – pushing them to the floor. A red pair of panties remained under those pants – which John was very eager to remove. Unlike her daughter, Ms. Martinez was waxed completely bare – exposing her large pussy lips and protruding clitoris. Pushing her on the same desk that her daughter was now sitting upon, John could not contain himself. With great abandon he began to kiss and lick her sex, inserting finger as he focused on her rather large clit. As he heard her moan, he also looked up to see Sadie taking keen interest in the goings-on with her mother. In fact, she seemed to the quite aroused as he fingers began tracing a definitive trail down to her virginal pussy.
Ms. Martinez was in obvious ecstasy as Mr. Burke assaulted her cunt with great effort and concentration. As he broke his lips away from her, his cock throbbed in delight as she opened herself to him, panting “fuck me…fuck me now”. As he sunk into her pussy, his eyes met Sadie’s and he started as she ran her fingers over and over her pussy. “Fuck my mom,” she said. “I want to see you fuck her.”
With that, the young teacher plunged into Sadie’s mother – his cock being engulfed by her warmth. She moaned as he continued to push in further, stretching her pussy to accommodate his width. To gain even more depth, he placed Ms. Martinez’s legs upon his shoulders – not only giving him more ability to fuck her even deeper, be also freeing up his hands to ravage both her tits and her daughter’s tight little twat.
Faster and faster he fucked Ms. Martinez as he watched Sadie masturbate herself. He tits began to rock up and down as he pummeled her cock with reckless abandon. He felt the familiar feeling of cum welling up inside his balls, and knew he could not hold out much longer. As he removed his cock from her gaping cunt, he surprised himself by shooting large streams of cum over both Ms. Martinez’s large tits and little Sadie’s shapely thighs and stomach. As the cum continued to spurt out, he was delighted to see Mr. Martinez flushed with pleasure as she lied covered in cum.
“Did you cum mommy?” asked Sadie.
“Yes I did honey,” retorted the mom. “You have some great teachers here. I think you are going to like being part of Aux Ed.”
John and Nicole could do nothing but smile – knowing that the upcoming parent-teacher conferences will be far more enjoyable than any other in school history.

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Sister dropping her bra 1

My name is Marc. I’m 18 years old and live at home with my parents and my two older sisters. My sisters are Margot and Sofia and they’re 23 and 21. So I’m the youngest in my family.

Fantasy

My Aunt Kelli & Uncle Jerry

AUNT KELLI & UNCLE JERRY
Shortly after my 16 birthday, my mom’s younger sister,
Kelli, sent me an invitation to spend a few weeks with her
and Jerry, Kelli’s husband. They were living in the San
Diego area, and I saw this as a great opportunity to spend
time on the beach, as well as see some of the attractions
found in Southern California. I accepted, and the plans
were made. I was to fly out the weekend after school
recessed for summer break.
Although I hadn’t seen Aunt Kelli for about five
years, I immediately recognized her upon exiting the plane
in San Diego. She, on the other hand, looked right past me.
I think she was looking for that 11 year old kid she’d last
seen.! As I walked toward Kelli to reintroduce myself, I
was surprised at how pretty and sexy she appeared to me.
“Aunt Kelli”, I thought, even at 32 is one sexy lady!”
Kelli was wearing a very short, black mini-skirt
which revealed most of her long well formed legs. The
skirt was topped by a white, close fitting white shirt
which accented her full, firm breasts. As I got nearer, I
could see her nipples pressing against the material and
knew she was bra-less under the shirt. I felt my cock
stirring and felt, somewhat, guilty since this was my aunt.
“But, what the fuck”, I told myself, “Aunt Kelli is sexy!”
“Hi, Aunt Kelli”, I said as I touched her arm.
“It’s me, your nephew, Ray. I guess you’re looking for a
little kid, huh?”
“I certainly wasn’t expecting a big guy like you.”,
Kelli said as she put her arms about me in a tight hug.
She then released me, stepped back and looked me up
and down. Her eyes seemed to focus, for a moment, on the
bulge in the front of my pants. I was embarrassed, but
what the hell, it was her fault my cock was hard.
“Yes indeed, you are a BIG guy”, my aunt said, as
she embraced me once again. She looked into my eyes,
smiled, then kissed me on the lips. I thought I felt the
tip of her tongue for a brief moment, but knew I must have
been mistaken. After all, this was my aunt!
As we headed for the baggage area to pick up my
luggage, she explained that Jerry, her husband, was out of
town on a business trip and wouldn’t return until later in
the week. We got the bags, found Kelli’s car and left the
airport for their house. On the drive, I caught her up on
all the news and gossip from home. As she drove and we
talked, Kelli short skirt rode up even higher on her thighs
until the black panties she wore were in view. I tried not
to look, but my eyes kept returning to her pussy mound
pushing out the silk in the front of her panties. At one
point, she caught me staring, looked down at her crouch,
then up to my face and smiled. Kelli made no attempt to
pull the skirt down, and I began to have some thoughts a
boy shouldn’t have about his aunt!
During the next couple of days, there were several
instances where Kelli, accidentally I thought, would brush
her breasts against my back, or pass a hand lightly across
my fly. Even though I knew these times were unintentional,
my cock responded nonetheless!
I had been at Kelli’s about three days when I found
some porno books and magazines on a shelf in the garage.
I settled down in an old easy chair Uncle Jerry had near
his workbench and started to scan through the books. The
pictures and articles were very graphic and explicit, and
I was soon horny as hell. I was rubbing my crouch for
awhile as I read the articles and looked at the pictures,
then I unbuttoned my jeans and pulled my cock free so I
could stroke it with my hand. I was so engrossed in the
books and my jerking off that I didn’t hear the side door
open, but was startled when I heard Kelli’s voice.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry Honey! I didn’t know you were
in here.”
Embarrassed, I dropped the books to the floor and
jumped up, stammering, “Uh, I…I was just…uh, just
looking at some books.”
“Yes, I can see”, Kelli said, her eyes focused on my
still hard and exposed cock.
I quickly stuffed it back inside my pants and stood
there, too embarrassed to say anything. Kelli smiled and
started to leave, but turned back and said, “Why don’t you
take the books to your room? It’ll be more comfortable and
much more private.”
She didn’t mention the incident in the garage that
afternoon, which was a relief to me. Later that evening,
Kelli and I were in the livingroom watching TV, she
stretched out in Jerry’s recliner and I on the sofa. I
glanced over at my aunt and saw that her skirt had ridden
up and I was once again given a view of her panties. I
didn’t even try to avoid the sight. I stared! Kelli
looked over at me, smiled, then pulled the skirt higher and
spread her legs. Continuing to look in my eyes, she lowered
a hand to her silk covered pussy and began to lightly rub
the mound. She inserted a finger in her mouth, withdrew it
, then pulled her panties aside and rubbed the finger up
and down in the slit of her cunt. This went on for several
minutes before she stopped, got up and left the room. My
disappointment, however, was short lived. She returned,
sat back down and raised her skirt. I damn near dropped a
load in my jeans. My Aunt Kelli had removed her panties!
As I said before, Aunt Kelli had left the room,
removed her panties, returned and was now flashing her
pussy at me. She became quite bold as I stopped all
pretense of watching TV and focused on her. Kelli raised
her skirt higher, lay a hand over the top of her mound
before combing her fingers through the black pubic hair
covering her cunt. Looking directly at me, she smiled and
asked, “Do you like this as well as the pictures you’ve
been using?” I was speechless, so the best I could do was
nod a “yes”.
“Come over here closer”, my aunt ordered. “Over
here on the floor.” I got up from the sofa, went over and
sat down in front of her where she had motioned. She
spread the lips of her pussy and began to use her fingers
on the pink, wet flesh. “Do what you do when you look at
the pictures”, Kelli ordered. I played dumb and asked what
she meant. “Play with it! Let me watch you play with your
cock while you watch me.”
I hesitated for a minute before exposing my cock.
“Pull the foreskin back”, she said. Let me see the head!”
I did everything she told me to do as I watched her work on
her cunt. Very quickly, I shot a load of cum into the air.
Kelli laughed and told me to get cleaned up because Jerry
would be home soon. I jerked off again later as I lay in
bed listening to the moaning, crying out and other sounds
of Jerry fucking Kelli in the next room. I hadn’t heard
them before and later learned they had wanted me to hear
that night.
The next morning at breakfast, Jerry mentioned that
he’d be working late again that night. I spend the day at
the beach, returning late in the afternoon. Kelli fixed us
both a sandwich and a glass of iced tea. As we sat at the
table eating she asked if I was upset about what she’d done
the night before. I wasn’t and said so. She then asked if
I would like to do it again. I certainly did and said so.
The conversation continued in the same vein until we’d
finished eating. I had a hard-on just from the talk! We
got up from the table and Aunt Kelli told me to grab a
shower then come to her room.
After my shower, I slipped on a pair of jeans and
went to Kelli’s room. She was laying on the bed nude.
“Get the jeans off”, she ordered. I striped and joined her
on the bed. She began playing with my cock as she told me
I was going to learn how to please a woman. She had me
suck and scrape my teeth lightly on her nipples. She
showed me how to find and manipulate a woman’s clitoris.
This went on for quite some time before she pulled me up
over her body.
Reaching down between our bodies, she guided my cock
to the entrance of her cunt. She was so wet that it slid
in easily. God, I couldn’t believe how hot her pussy felt!
I fucked in and out a few strokes before she had me push
her legs up and back, then hold them in that position with
my shoulders. She said this gave more penetration to my
cock. This being my first fuck, I knew nothing about
control and soon blasted a load into her cunt. Kelli
wanted more and had me use my fingers on her clit until she
finally moaned with a climax. My Aunt Kelli, Mom’s sister,
was my first fuck, and I loved it!
The next day after dinner, Uncle Jerry and I were
watching a ball game on TV when Kelli came in from the
kitchen. She told Jerry she’d bought a new outfit that day
and wanted to model it for him. Jerry and I resumed
watching the game while Kelli went back to their bedroom to
change.
It wasn’t too long before she returned wearing a
robe. I thought she’d decided to wait before showing us
the new outfit. I couldn’t have been more wrong! Kelli
walked over to the TV, pressed the off button, then turned
to face us.
“Ready, guys?”, she asked. “Both of you close your
eyes. Good. Now don’t open them until I tell you. Okay,
open your eyes.”
I opened my eyes but didn’t believe what I was
seeing. Aunt Kelli had dropped the robe and was now
standing before us with her legs spread and a hand on each
hip. “Do you like the outfit?”, she asked. The “outfit”
consisted of black, very high heels, black hose attached to
an equally black garter belt which framed the lust black
growth covering her cunt. Her bra–also black–had
openings through which her nipples now protruded. I had an
instant hard-on!
This scene was making me very nervous and anxious
about being in the room with Kelli dressed in that manner.
Although I’d seen her body before, Uncle Jerry hadn’t been
there! I stood and told them that I’d better go to my room
and give the two of them some privacy.
“Sit down, Honey”, Kelli said. “You’ve seen it
before and Jerry knows. He knows everything!”
“Jerry, I…I…uh…don’t think…”
“Kelli’s right, kid”, Jerry said. I know she fucked
you. In fact, she told before it happened. We have no
secrets. The choice is yours to stay or not. Kelli and I
enjoy a threesome. With either another guy or woman. It
doesn’t matter.”
“So, Baby, as Jerry said”, Kelli cut in. “The
choice is yours. You can stay here and join the two of us,
or you can go back to your room. If you decide to go,
that’ll be the end of it. Stay, have some fun, some new
experiences and, maybe, learn a few things. Make your
choice.”
I looked from Jerry to Kelli and made my decision.
I sat back down and waited for what was to come. (No pun
intended here!) It was quickly obvious to me that Kelli
planned to direct the evenings activities because she, once
again, spread her leg, placed a hand on each hip and in a
very commanding voice ordered:
“Okay, my fucking studs, get those clothes
off…NOW! After you’ve stripped, both of you sit your
asses down on the sofa.”
Jerry and I removed our clothing and sit down as
Kelli had directed. She walked over, stood before Jerry
for a moment, then turned, bent over, reached back with
both hands and spread the cheeks of her ass. Looking back
at Jerry, she said, “You know what I want Jerry. Show our
dear, sweet, young fuck of a nephew how it’s done.”
Jerry replaced her hands with his own and, holding
Kelli’s ass open, leaned forward and inserted his tongue
into the waiting hole. Kelli was pinching her nipples as
Jerry ate out her ass. He continued for a few minutes
until Kelli pulled away and moved over to push her ass
toward my face. “Now it’s your turn”, she said. I
hesitated and Kelli looked back, saying, “Do it! Eat my
ass! I want to feel that tongue buried up my asshole.” I
did as she ordered!
When Kelli had tired of this little game, she had
Jerry stand as she positioned herself between my legs. She
pulled the uncut skin of my cock back until it hurt, then
placed her lips on the head and drew it inside her hot
mouth. As she sucked, Kelli motioned for Jerry to join her
on the floor. He dropped to his knees and she pulled her
mouth off my cock. Jerry quickly replaced it with his own.
I started to push him off, then decided–“Why not?”
Jerry’s mouth felt different than Kelli, but my cock didn’t
care! The two of them switched once more and Kelli began
to take my entire shaft into her mouth. She went up and
down, sometimes scraping her teeth along the sides. It was
unbelievable!
“Oh fuck Kelli, that’s good!”, I moaned. “Your
mouth is so hot. Oh shit…shit…shit…I’m going to cum!
Oooohhh fuck yes!”
My cock filled Kelli’s mouth with cum. She
continued to nurse on the head for a time before raising up
and leaning over to me. She placed her mouth on mine,
opened my lips with her tongue, then pushed my cum into my
own mouth! She didn’t remove her mouth until I was force
to drink it down. She pulled her mouth away and laughed.
“So how was your first taste of cum? Too bad it was
your own. But maybe we can change that before the night’s
over. Right Jerry?”
The two of them laughed together as Jerry answered,
“I’m sure we can.”
There was no doubt in my mind about what they meant.
They had plans to make me a “cock sucker”. Words such as
“Queer” and “Fag” raced through my mind, but again, I told
myself, “Why not?”
As she had with me, Kelli directed Jerry to sit down
on the sofa and she knelt between his legs. She had me get
down beside her and watch as she began to use her mouth on
Jerry’s cock. She stopped and pulled my head in closer.
I touched the head of Jerry’s cock with my tongue. That
wasn’t so bad, so I licked around on the head before
placing my lips over it. I had no sooner gotten part of it
inside my mouth before Kelli pushed down on the back of my
head. I now had about half of Jerry’s dick inside!
I worked my mouth up and down on the shaft as Kelli
and Jerry had done to mine. It wasn’t long before my
untrained efforts were rewarded with a load of cum from
Jerry’s cock. I didn’t really want to have it go down my
throat, so I let it dribble from the side of my mouth as I
continued to suck. Thinking to return what Kelli had done
to me, I pulled off, turned to Kelli and placed my mouth on
hers. She knew what I was going to do, opened her lips and
sucked the cum inside.
At that point, Kelli decided we should all go out
back and spend some time in the hot tub. Jerry and I
headed out back while Kelli shed the new “outfit” she’d
been wearing. Jerry and I were waiting in the hot tub when
she walked out and climbed in with us.
My sexual awakening continued through the weeks of
that summer I spend with Aunt Kelli and Jerry. Outside of
the “whips and chains” type of activities, I experienced
most of what two guys and a woman can do together. I had
balked at any anal action from Jerry. I just wasn’t ready
for that! During my last week with them, that, as well as
another dimension, was added.
One of Aunt Kelli’s friends from her college days
was to attend a conference in San Diego. The friend, Sue,
was staying at the Hilton, the conference site, and Kelli
had visited with her there a couple of times while the
conference was in progress. Kelli had invited Sue to remain
in town a couple of days and stay with us when the
conference ended. Sue agreed, and on Friday night Kelli
was about to leave to pick her up and asked if I wanted to
go along since Jerry was again out of town on business. I
declined because I had plans to attend a party with some
kids I’d met at the beach. Kelli left, and I headed for the
party.
Although the party was fun, I was feeling tired and
left early. when I got to the house, I saw Kelli’s car and
knew she was back with her friend Sue. I didn’t find them
in the kitchen or livingroom and decided they were getting
Sue settled into the other spare room across the hall from
the one I was using. The door was open and a couple of
bags were sitting on the bed–but no ladies. The door to
Kelli’s bedroom was slightly ajar and light was spilling
into the hallway. “Must be in Kelli’s room”, I thought,
as I walked down to meet Sue.
Since the door wasn’t closed, I didn’t knock before
pushing it open. Aunt Kelli was sitting in the
over-stuffed chair she had in the corner of the room, her
legs draped over the arms, and her head pressed against the
back. Her hands were holding the back of a woman’s head
buried between her legs. The woman, on her knees with her
arms over Kelli’s legs, was busy on Kelli’s pussy! From
the position she was in, it was difficult to tell much
about the woman’s body–other than she appeared to be very
petite. My aunt, as she had told me, was bi-sexual;
however, she hadn’t mentioned that Sue was, also bi. It
had been one of my fantasies to see two women together.
Seeing it now–with one being my aunt–was a dream come
true!
I continued to watch until my aunt opened her eyes
and saw me standing there. I asked her silently, by
motioning, if I should leave. She shook her head “No”,
removed one hand from Sue’s head and pointed to the bed.
I walked over and sat down. Kelli let me watch while Sue
finished her task and my aunt had climaxed with a long
moan. Sue continued to lick as Kelli recovered from the
orgasm. Kelli leaned down and say softly, “Sue, Honey, we
have a visitor.” Sue stopped, rose slowly to her feet and
turned toward me. The area around her mouth was glistening
with the juices from Kelli’s cunt. Sue, however, didn’t
seem to be the least bit embarrassed.
“Hi, you must be Ray, Kelli’s nephew. She’s told
me all about you…and her I should add. We were hoping
you’d get home early. Did you enjoy what you saw. Your
aunt said you would.”
“Yes…yes I did…uh Sue, right?”
During this exchange, I’d been looking over Sue’s
body. Petite, as I had thought, with small, firm little
breasts which needed no support to keep them up and pointed
at me. I hadn’t noticed before because Kelli hands had
been in the way, but her short hair was a deep red. As my
eyes went down her body, it was obvious the color was
natural. Her pubic hair, not as thick as Kelli’s was the
same deep red!
“Like what you see, Ray?, Sue asked. From what
Kelli has told me, you have something I’d very much LOVE to
see. I really believe she’s been exaggerating. Has she?”
“I don’t know. It depends on what she’s been
telling you”, I replied.
“Kelli’s told me many things about you, including
the fact that you’ve been a very good student. Since I was
the one from whom Kelli first learned much of what she
knows about sex, maybe we should have a little test. I
could see how well she’s taught others. Why don’t you get
out of those clothes so you can REALLY join us. Kelli’s
ahead of us on the orgasm count. I think it’s my turn.
Want the job?”
“Hell yes I do!”, were my thoughts as I quickly got
undressed. Sue had settled herself in the chair Kelli had
using when I came in. Sue told me that it was one of her
favorite positions for having she cunt eaten. It gave her
satisfaction to have a guy or woman on their knees before
her as she looked down on their efforts at her pussy. I
wanted some of this tiny lady so badly, I would have done
it hanging from a limb–if that was what she wanted. I got
to my knees, spread the small outer lips of her tiny cunt
and leaned into it. My tongue traced a path up and down
the pink gash before I sought and found the clit. I was
surprised at the size of Sue’s clitoris, having expected to
find a tiny little nub. Not so! It was larger and longer
than Kelli’s–almost like a small prick!
“That’s it Ray, suck it in. Suck my little cock!
Ohhhh yes…yessss. Kelli said you were good! Kelli told
me you’ve sucked Jerry’s cock. Pretend my clit’s a
cock…suck it like a cock. Mmmmm…yes….yes…that’s
it…that’s it…that’s the way baby!
More…More…MORE…ALMOST…ALMOST…YESSSSS!”
I continued until Sue had experiences two or three
smaller orgasms, then she told me it was my turn. Sue had
told Kelli that she wanted me all for herself in the early
part of our fucking, so my aunt had been watching from the
bed. We moved over next to her where I stretched out on my
back. Sue tiny mouth was immediately on my cock. Her
mouth was tight around the portion of the shaft she’d
managed to get inside. As she worked my cock over with
that hot little mouth, one of her fingers went to my ass.
She worked it inside, then out and tried for two. She got
three fingers in my ass and was fucking them in and
out–all this time sucking on my dick. Sue stopped, pulled
her mouth off my cock and the fingers from my ass.
“I think he’s ready Kelli, she said.
“Ready for what?” I asked. “I’m ready to get this
thing inside that tight pussy!”
“Not yet, Ray”, Sue said. There’s something I want
to see first. I love seeing a guy having his ass fucked by
another guy…or a woman! Take a look at Kelli.”
I looked at Kelli, now standing at the foot of the
bed. She had a strap around her waist and others that
passed around and between her legs. Attached to the front
was a rubber cock!
“If you want me Ray, you take that first! As I said
it’s a real turn-on for me to see a man’s ass fucked. It’s
even better if it’s the first time. So, to fuck me, you
first get that virgin ass fucked. Well?”
I gave my answer by getting on all fours with my ass
over the edge and pointed at Kelli’s “cock”. The two women
laughed and said in unison “Good boy”. Kelli spread KY and
the rubber dick and worked some into my asshole before
starting. I have to give her credit for being easy on me.
She was gentle in working it inside. Thank God, it wasn’t
any bigger. It damn well hurt! Both ladies said the next
time would be better. At the time I thought, “There will
be no next time!” But there has been–many times.
During the ass fuck, I begged Sue to use her hands
or mouth on my cock, but she refused. She said I might cum
and she wanted that inside her cunt. My Aunt Kelli fucked
my ass for several minutes before withdrawing. It was now
my turn. To get Sue tiny cunt ready, Kelli used her mouth
for awhile, then worked some of the KY into the small
passage. I spread a layer over my cock and crawled between
Sue’s legs. It was difficult but I got the head and a
couple of inches inside and was fucking with just that.
Kelli moved up, placed a knee on each side of Sue’s head,
got a hand on each ankle and pulled her legs back, then
lowered her cunt to the waiting mouth.
“Okay Ray, fuck her!’, Kelli ordered. I forced it
in and began to fuck. Even though Kelli had been easy on
my ass, it had hurt. Since it had been Sue’s idea, I
wanted her to suffer some. I fucked that tiny pussy with
force. Sue loved it! But it wasn’t over. Those two ladies
kept me busy the entire weekend.
My last few days with Aunt Kelli were filled with as
much sex as possible. Kelli never seemed to get enough!
It had been one fine summer vacation. I continued with
Kelli and Jerry during the next two summers and some visits
they made to our state, then it all ended shortly after my
last visit. They were involved in an auto accident and
Aunt Kelli died as the result of injuries. I have some
great memories though!
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Spanking of My Secretary

This is just a piece of fiction hope the readers enjoy it
When I walked over to her cubicle, I looked sternly at my administrative assistant. She looked nervously back. “Melissa,” I said, “please come to my office for a few minutes.” When we were in my office, I sat at my desk, leaned back in my chair, and said, “Please close the door, and sit down.”
When she complied I began, “Melissa, during your first two years here as my administrative assistant, your performance was exemplary. That is why I am distressed by your behaviour during the past four months. You often come to work late, and you have been making many careless mistakes. Others have noticed too. They have complained to me. I have had to apologize on your behalf, and make excuses for you.”
Melissa sat nervously. She has long blond hair. Her eyes are the blue of a cloudless sky. Her skin has the color of cream with just a hint of strawberry in it. Melissa was raised in England, and speaks with a beautiful plumy accent. She is fresh and innocent. She was wearing a tasteful, modest dress, and looking like Hollywood’s image of a proper young lady in movies made during the 1930’s and 1940’s.
“I am sorry,” was all she could say.
“Do you have any explanation?” I asked.
“There have been events in my personal life…” she began, “but I agree that they should not have affected my behaviour here.”
“They certainly should not have. Because of the troubling economic times I have been forced to make some rather difficult decisions about who to keep on the payroll. I have been under some pressure to fire you, Melissa.” I paused for a moment, watching Melissa become even more nervous. “Do you believe that you can return to your previous performance level?”
“Yes, Sir, I certainly do.”
“I certainly hope so,” I said, “So I have decided to give you a second chance.” Melissa looked very relieved. “However, I do not believe that it would be fair to those of your co-workers that I have had to let go for this to pass without some corrective measure. I have two alternatives, and I ask you to choose between them. The first, is that you accept a ten percent cut in pay, starting today. You will agree that this is preferable to a termination notice.”
“Yes, I certainly do.”
“The second, which I hope you choose, is that you report to my office Saturday morning at 10:00 for a paddling session.” After a long pause I smiled sardonically, and said, “You blush. You are aware that if you choose the second punishment, you will be required to expose your beautiful bare bottom to my paddle and my eyes.”
“Sir she began indignantly, “with such an indecent suggestion as that I feel that I should walk out of your office, and resign at once. At the very least, I should accept the first alternative.” She paused. “Unfortunately, I still have student loans to pay off.”
“Those student loans are fortunate for me, Melissa,” I said with a smile. “I am looking forward to this. I could give you your punishment now, but I have not purchased a paddle yet, and I do not want anyone to hear what is happening in here. You will be expected to be here at 10:00 am Saturday. You better not be a minute late.”
“I won’t be, Sir,” my embarrassed administrative assistant said.
“You, Melissa, need to worry about unemployment,” I explained. “I need to worry about losing this entire company. If that happens, we will all be unemployed. We need to pull together and work conscientiously. I have to admit that I hired you not only because of your professional qualifications, but because of your loveliness, and your classic and proper elegance. I used to be proud to take you to offsite meetings with me. Now it is my responsibility as your employer to help you to resume your earlier habits.
“That is why it is necessary for both of us to work on improving your performance. I am sure we can succeed. Please be sure to be on time Saturday.”
During the rest of the week Melissa blushed when she saw me, and tried not to look at my eyes. I smiled at her in ways that I hoped were not too obviously lustful. I would be dishonest not to admit that I relished my opportunity. Melissa has an excellent figure. I looked forward to turning her delicious derrière to a bright red. Every night I lay in bed masturbating as I imagined what was going to happen.
When the day finally arrived, I was at my office by 9:30 in the morning. I left the door to my office open. I could have set my watch by the time Melissa entered at 10:00. “Well, good morning, Melissa,” I said cheerfully.
“Good morning, Sir” she said quietly, looking down at the floor.
“Please close and lock the door. I gave the security guard the day off with pay, but I don’t want to take any chances on us being interrupted. When she complied I said, “You really are pretty today, Melissa. I love the way your floral blouse and blue jeans display your excellent figure to advantage. I have always been complemented on having a lovely administrative assistant.”
“Thank you, Sir”
“As we discussed, you need to remove your jeans and panties, so you might as well begin.” As Melissa sat down in a chair in front of my desk, I walked to the front of my desk, leaned back against it, and watched eagerly. She untied her shoes, and removed them and her socks. More slowly, she pulled off her blue jeans. “You have excellent legs,” I said. After a long pause, she quickly removed her panties.
“And you have a most beautiful, shaven vulva,” I exclaimed with delight. “Did your boy friend ask you to shave it?”
“I don’t have a boy friend,” Melissa answered, before adding quickly, “I don’t allow men to pick me up at bars either. When I knew I would be removing my panties before you, it seemed appropriate to shave.”
“That was certainly thoughtful of you. I very definitely prefer it to be shaven. Please come closer, so that I may inspect your most private area.”
When she obeyed, I smiled and said, “You are blushing. That is most delightfully appropriate. It means that you are not used to undressing in front of a man. Your face is almost as red as I will soon make your bottom.” I ran the back of several fingers of my right hand against Melissa’s perfect Mons Verenis, saying, “This is as smooth and hairless as the vulva of a nine year old girl. I love the way you have a small mound, and a well defined slit with no clitoral hood.” I put my middle index finger in her slit, and added, “You do have a well developed clitoris, however. You are also wet, so I know you are enjoying this.”
“I wish I wasn’t,” she said under obvious strain. “It feels indecent of me.”
“Well, Melissa,” I said removing my finger, “I do not mind telling you that my penis is hard and straight right now. But we did not come here to make love. We came here to make you a better subordinate. Go to the book shelf over there, and fetch me my paddle.”
As she turned around and walked I said, “Your calves are perfectly formed, Melissa, and I love the dimples on the backs of your knees.” When she returned with the paddle I added, “The thighs beneath your genital region are so beautiful I can imagine admiring them on a movie screen.”
Melissa stood before me, and handed me the paddle, but I said, “Before giving the paddle to me, Melissa, I would like you to examine it. As you might expect, I had trouble finding a store that sold these. At first I wanted to buy one made out of black walnut, because it had a sensuous dark color, and the wood was heavier. I thought it would enable me to give the blows with greater power. Fortunately, I talked to the man who owned the store about our requirements. He suggested a hickory paddle instead. He explained that it was as hard as black walnut, but lighter, and that the very lightness would add to the sting.
“You can see how well polished it is, Melissa. The edges have been carefully rounded. It has been given three coats of non-yellowing lacquer. You cannot help but admire the grain. I specifically asked for a long paddle, so that I could deliver the blows with sufficient leverage. The head is seventeen inches in length, and four inches in width. The handle is nine and a half inches long. In the past children were ‘taught to the tune of a hickory stick,’ for a reason,” I said with a chuckle. “We are fortunate that I came to the store when I did. This was the last paddle like this in stock. It was quite a bit longer than the others, and more expensive. I chose it because I think it is very important for you to benefit from this experience.
“Well, give me the paddle, Melissa,” I said pleasantly. “It’s time for us to begin. Now I want you to bend over my desk, put the palms of your hands on the surface, and stick out your beautiful bare bottom to receive the blows.”
She obeyed, but the tail of her blouse covered most of her buttocks. “That won’t work,” I said. “I believe I will need to ask you to remove your blouse.”
When she did, I said, “I am delighted that you are not wearing a bra. Let me inspect your breasts.” I ran the fingers of my left hand over her right breast, feeling the nipple, and saying, “This is nice and hard. You really are excited. I think you’ve been looking forward to this too. You could have worn a bra, but you did not. You did not need to shave your vulva, but you did.”
“Sir, you may derive whatever perverted pleasure from my predicament you can,” Melissa said angrily. “I am enduring this because I must, but if you rape me I swear to you I will go to the police.”
“I have no intention of raping you, Melissa,” I said reassuringly. “I would protect you from someone who tried,” I ran my fingers down past her flat stomach to her perfect vulva, which I entered with my middle index finger. “This is even wetter than before. I would of course enjoy making love with you, but if we ever do that,” I said with my finger at the entrance to her vagina, which I was pleased to find blocked, “it will happen in response to your request, rather than mine.
“Very well,” I continued. “Bend over, and prepare to receive your well deserved punishment. I like you Melissa. Therefore I do not intend to spare you. I want this to be a memorable experience for both of us. Years from now you will be glad we shared this event together. I can’t overstress that I am trying to help you become the perfect employee you were when I hired you.”
I moved behind her, saying “That’s good. Now stick out your buttocks a just little more.” She put her elbows down on the desk top. “Perfect! I love the way your vagina peeks out between the tops of your thighs. Your bottom looks as though it was specifically created for my paddle.” I moved beside her.
As Melissa fearfully waited for my first blow, I could not help but comment, “Your breasts are beautiful, Melissa. I’m glad I ordered you to remove all of your clothes. Your spanking will be long and hard, but it will be good for you. I have been looking forward to doing this all week, so I will deliver the blows with considerable enthusiasm. I am an avid tennis player. I think you will soon agree that I have a strong right arm.” I affectionately patted her bare bottom with the paddle a few times to increase her nervous anticipation. Then I swung it back in a circular motion, and gave her a powerful smack that resounded loudly.
“Oh!” she said.
“That got your attention, didn’t it?” I chuckled. “I love the way your breasts moved at the moment of impact. I made the right decision to schedule this disciplinary session for Saturday, don’t you agree? That could certainly be heard on the other side of my door. Did it sting the way it was supposed to?”
“Yes it did.”
“Good. I will have to go back to the store, and tell the owner about this. I will of course not tell him your name.”
“I hope not.”
I spanked her again, harder this time. She cried again in the most delightful way. “Courage, Melissa, courage,” I said before spanking her a third time. “This time you did not say anything, but the expression on your lovely face revealed that really felt it,” I gloated. “Do you think this will help you come to work on time?” I teased.
“Yes, I know it will Sir she said before I spanked her again. “Oh please Sir,” she pleaded.
“Oh please Sir,” I repeated pleasantly. “Please keep giving such delightful pleas,” I chuckled at my witty use of a homophone. Then I spanked her again. “Please keep moving your bottom in so pleasing a manner,” I said. It really pleases me.”
“Sir, this really hurts. How long will it continue? You must stop.”
“I am the one who will decide how long your spanking continues. The longer it lasts on the more I enjoy it. The more I enjoy it, the longer it lasts. I warned you this would be a severe and lengthy spanking. I am just warming up. The best is yet to be.” To illustrate my point, I spanked her again. “Once more I hear your delightful cry. I wish I was recording this on a cam recorder.”
Melissa tried not to say anything, so the only sound was the loud smack of my paddle against her delicious flesh. “Your delicious bottom is becoming a bright red,” I boasted. “I wish you could see it. It looks like a Valentine heart.” She remained silent.
“This is so much fun,” I said zestfully. “Sometimes I target your right cheek,” I said spanking to the right. “Sometimes I target your left cheek,” I said while spanking her to the left. “Usually I land the paddle firmly on both cheeks,” I said before delivering a powerful blow to both, a blow that must have echoed far beyond my office. I laughed pleasantly.
Then I felt her left breast. “Your nipple is even harder,” I pointed out. “My penis is too.” I gave another blow to her quivering cheeks. “Mo les ah!” I cried, drawing out the syllables of her name. “This is sooo delightful!”
At last she pleaded, “Sir, have mercy. I can’t bear this.”
“This time I agree,” I said. “In the midst of all that red I see the white beginning of a blister. I do not want to break your delicious skin, although I would love to continue. Do you believe you have learned something today?”
“Yes, I’m certain of it, Sir Only please don’t spank me anymore.” She began to sob uncontrollably from pain, shame, and relief.
“There, there Melissa. I’m finished. You were very brave. You also gave me a great deal of pleasure. I seldom become so thoroughly aroused. Just stay there. The shop that sold me the paddle also had some soothing balm with a local analgesic in it to turn the pain into a sensuous coolness, and help with the healing process. It is safe and legal, although, as with the paddle, I paid for it with cash.”
I opened a drawer in my desk, removed a container, and poured some of it into my right hand, and began to rub it over Melissa’s beautiful behind. “Does this feel better?”
“Yes, it does, Sir Thank you so much. Oh!” she cooed. “This feels wonderful. It turns the pain into pleasure.”
“Excellent! That’s what the man at the sex shop said it would do. I’ll give you several bottles to take home with you. Use it whenever the pain starts. I just wish I could be with you to apply it myself. I love rubbing this over the smooth flesh of your perfect buns. I particularly enjoy rubbing it between your thighs.” She tried to keep from giggling. When I was finished, I returned the bottle to my desk, and wiped my hand with a cloth.
Returning to Melissa I said, “You may stand up now. Let me see how you look in front.”
When she obeyed, I said, “My goodness; look at you. Your vagina is dripping with lubrication.”
“Oh dear!” she said with a worried expression. “This is truly embarrassing.”
“It might soak all the way through your blue jeans,” I warned. “Just a minute. I’ll get some tissues.” Fortunately, I had some Kleenex from my last cold. I stooped in front of Melissa, and said, “Here I am, carefully wiping the most private part of my most fetching administrative assistant.” Melissa cradled her arms together before her breasts, closing her eyes, and giggling with pleasure. When I could no longer resist, I gently kissed her vulva, right on the slit. “There, that’s better,” I said putting the wet tissues into my desk drawer. I did not want the janitor to find them in the waste paper basket.
I held Melissa tenderly. “I can’t help but marvel at the softness of your perfect back, and the smoothness of your skin” I told her, “I hope this session has been beneficial to you.”
“It has been, Sir she said, kissing me on my cheek, before saying quickly, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that.”
“I’m glad you did,” I said, kissing her lips. “From now on I am going to be strict with you. Obviously, I would like to do this again. It was even more enjoyable than I expected. Nevertheless, if you return to your previous level of performance, I will give you a generous raise. We can also talk about your student loan. I think I can take care of that too.
“You will have difficulty sitting down for awhile, so I advise you take Monday off. It will be a day off with pay that I will not count among your sick days or vacations. Now put your clothes on. You better let me walk to your car with you. This neighbourhood can be dangerous on Saturdays.”
Now she is my sex slave and I will write about how I violated her sweet tight cunt and her
Virgin ass in my next story.
Waiting to hear some positive comments and a bit of encouragement.

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