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Samantha looked up at the top. Yeah, they could definitely try that. She nodded.

"Anyway, I think we both know I'm too short and not skinny enough for regular modeling. Unless we're talking more like... fitness or glamour shots. Those girls are much... healthier." She started posing playfully while talking; turning and looking at the camera over one shoulder, throwing her hair and blowing a kiss. "I'd love to take some... artsy pictures too. The female body is just... perfect for those kind of shots, don't you think? You wouldn't faint at the sight of a nipple would you, daddy?" She teased and emphasized the point by lifting her shirt just a little.

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The camera clicked along as she struck pose after pose."I don't think height would be too much of a problem right? They have all kinds of tricks to make things look bigger." She did have a great body for a girl her age, Frank was surprised she wasn't more prone to the boys when they were around. "Artsy?" He asked, stopping taking pictures for a second. _She wouldn't mean._ He thought, before she started lifting her shirt.

_Yep. She does._ He coughed slightly. "Well if that's what you really want to do sweety. " Frank said, readying the camera again. "Lots of ladies have their fathers take these kind of photos for them right? Better then someone you can't or don't want to trust." His heart starting to race a bit again. He wanted to spend as little time with her with her clothing off as possible. His eyes falling over her chest as she played at her shirt. His mind couldn't help but think back to the morning and how nice they had looked.

"Let's not be too long though sweety. don't want to spend too much time playing around." Frank said as he started taking pictures again.

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"I trust you with all my heart." Samantha declared. She started posing again, slowly tugging at her clothes. Soon, the top popped up over her breasts, exposing them in all their magnificence. They were large and firm and pale, with pink nipples; hardened for the occasion. She crossed her arms underneath them, emphasizing their display. Each new pose was sensual rather than slutty, but doubtlessly erotic.

She shifted, turning her back and pulled down the shorts as well, exposing her bare bottom; round and beautiful; with the perfect combination of firm muscle and softness. She looked at her father through the lens of the camera and her love for him would doubtlessy come through.

She didn't need the confirmation, but she wanted to hear the words from his mouth. "Do you find me attractive, daddy?"

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As Frank watched the show his daughter was doing he couldn't help but feel like he was in a dream. "I wouldn't have it any other way, sugar plum." He said smiling as he turned the camera this way and that. It felt dirty that he was doing this with his own daughter. The way she cradled her breasts made his crouch surge in a way he hadn't felt in a long time. A feeling of a dirty, a vile, need that she was bringing to the surface. _We shouldn't be doing this._ His mind raced as she turned away from him.

But despite his thoughts, he kept on taking pictures. Another surge running through him as she bared her bottom for him. A filthy erotic dream that was real and starting to come to life in some dark corner of his mind. He shuddered slightly as his eyes kept running over her body. Samantha seemed to be enjoying every second of this, so why couldn't he? There was nothing wrong with enjoying the fruits of his labor and knowing she trusted him to do this.

"Attractive, sweety?" Lowering the camera, "I'd say gorgeous. I couldn't have hoped to raise a better looking daughter than you are." He said smiling, his eyes roaming as he did.

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"Thank you, daddy." Samantha posed for a little while longer. Eventually she had gone through every possible pose she could think of. Hopefully, some of these would turn out really good. She grabbed her shorts and top and walked over to her father, still naked. She leaned in to see some of the pictures on the little screen on the back of the camera. Her breasts touched his bare arm.

"Those are nice, aren't they?" Samantha smiled proudly. "That was fun. I'll model for you anytime, daddy." She kissed his cheek and sat down, grabbing her water bottle from where she had dropped her backback.

"Had anyone else taken these I'd be worried that they'd be all over the Internet, but now I feel perfectly safe. We can do anything and no one will ever know..."

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As she walked towards him, Frank realized how far his thoughts had gone with him thinking it was okay. he became sightly worried with himself as leaned closer, slightly touching him. His thoughts distracted slightly by her soft skin pressing into him. "Umhmm. They really are." Not really staring at anything as he tried to ignore the feeling. "It was nice having a shoot with someone that likes them as much as I do." Scrolling through all the pictures for her.

"Mhmm. Whatever happens here stays here. I wouldn't tell anyone something that you wouldn't want them to know." A slight crude smile coming over his face. "Though who wouldn't want to tell everyone his daughter is a model?" Frank teased, giving her side a slight tickle. Clicking off the camera and putting it away. "We should get going though. Time to work up another sweat getting to the top!" Looking towards the peak and trying to find a path there.

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Samantha's big breasts bounced when she was tickled. She giggled and spilled some of her water. Finally, she put the bottle away, bending over to provide another sensational view of her ass. But then she needed to get dressed again, the only remnant of her nudity was her hard nipples that kept poking through the fabric of her shirt.

She followed her dad and enjoyed the experience; the combination of the physical exertion, the beautiful scenery and the wonderful company. "Are we there yet?"

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As they set off, Frank's mind returned to him and relaxed him. Each step pondering how his mind had wandered so far while dashing his worries away again. It was nothing to worry about. After the trip they would go home and their separate ways and never speak of what really happened here. Though his mind kept wandering to her chest as her nipples pressed through the fabric of her shirt.

After some time they had finally reached the peak. Where the view before had been of one side, they now had a near perfect panoramic view of the mountains and valeys around them. A warm breeze going through here and there making the trees sway and shake. "Hmmm. I think we might be here." Jokingly looking into the sky. "Not sure where we can find another path to keep going up though." Turing to her with a playful smile. "This is a great view! amazing that we found such great spots on the same hike." Setting his pack down and sitting on it, taking a sip of water from his bottle. "I'd say we could move all the way up here to camp if it wasn't for the wind and cold."

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Frank could only feel content as she pressed against him and kissed him. As they ate and relaxed, he took some quick photos of the views before sitting down next to Samantha.

Grinning he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and pulled her close, kissing her on the forehead. "No sweety, you are. You're everything I could've hoped you'd be." Staring of into the mountains before continuing. "I'm really happy you came out here with me. I hope you've been enjoying this as much as I have. Going to miss this one on one with my little peach."

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Frank's mind came to a total halt as Samantha kissed him. Where he had been on track feeling a fatherly love had suddenly stopped him from this more then daughterly show of affection, suddenly deviating from it. His body suddenly on auto pilot as he kissed her back, putting a hand on her thigh. Mind registering how soft her lips were against his. He never would have expected this from Samantha.

As suddenly as it had seemingly stopped his thoughts came back, Pulling away from her. "Jesus Christ, Samantha. We can't---we can't do this." running a hand through his hair, just then realizing a tent had formed quite quickly in his pants. "Father and daughters aren't supposed to do things like this. I was fine with you skinny dipping and sleeping naked, but this is too far."

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Samantha remained close. Her full lips were glistening wetly from the kiss, but there was a slight disappointed pout to them. "But, Daddy... I don't care what we're supposed to and not supposed to. This place is so romantic and you're so sexy and handsome. And I think you like me too..." She put her hand on the tent on his pants, lightly. "No one will ever know if we kiss a little while we're out here."

With that, she leaned in, angled her chin up and kissed him again. "Kiss me, daddy." She whispered. "Please."

[Assistant] _If this gets out what we've done so far it could ruin us._ He thought, looking up slightly. _But why is every word she says sound alright and make me want to do more?_ Frank's breath caught a little as she put her hand on his crouch, the feeling causing his cock to throb a bit into her hand. "Sweetie if we do this, and some one finds out." Turning to her, and putting his forehead against hers. "J-just this once. No more after, Samantha." Kissing her now, letting the perverted dream that was the night before start to come true. His hand starting to go a bit closer up her thigh as it gently squeezed.

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Frank list himself fall deeper into his lust as she intensified it, internally struggling to figure out if he really was enjoying this or if it was his body acting on its own. The arm wrapped around her holding her close as the other crept up her thigh, slowly snaking into her shorts. Letting out a muffled moan as she rubbed his cock, bucking into her hand slightly. He felt like a teenager again, getting Handsy in the woods.

As they finally stopped he was breathing hard. "Oh Jesus, that feels good." He moaned as she kept rubbing him. . "I---W-we can't. As much as we---you want, we can't. We shouldn't even be, " Making out with her again for a few seconds, " be kissing like we are." Letting her leg go as he stood up, erection painfully tenting. "I want you to be my baby girl, not a lover. We should head back though. Want to get back before it gets too cold and dark." Picking up his pack and the readjusting his member to be less painful. "Maybe we can do this stone more when we get back." Shaking his head. "Can't believe I'm asking to make out with my daughter."

Carefully they made their way down, Frank letting her lead since she knew the way too. Though it was obvious so her could watch her rear the whole way down, enjoying the pleasant way her breasts shook when she turned back to him. As much as he hated himself he wanted to fuck her silly now. They arrived faster then he thought, sun hanging low on the mountains.

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"I can be both, daddy." Samantha stated. "And no matter what, I'll always be your baby girl." She smiled and started walking down, turning once in a while to flash another smile; seduction almost surfacing with each look at him.

If not as hard as going up, it was hard walking down as well. Samantha dropped her backpack and sprawled down on the ground, glistening with sweat. As soon as she had caught her breath, she sat up again and drank some more water. "I need a shower, but in lack of one, I'll take another bath. Wanna come?"

Now that she had already posed for his pictures and then later made out, she was even more casual about the nudity; taking off all her clothes again and exposing her big breasts, round bottom and dark, trimmed bush. She brought soap and towels and walked barefoot for the lake.

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Frank only nodded as he set his pack down. Letting himself cool off, though not being as blatant as he was earlier, watching Samantha. She had a point though as she gathered her things to bathe. _If we did that up there, I can only imagine what we could be doing in there with nothing on._ His mind wandering to earlier, how eagerly she had been stroking him. "Though maybe that won't happen. Hopefully." Though in some quite place he wanted to.

"Hey sweetie got enough for two?" He called out throwing his shirt to onto his pack and grabbing a towel as he followed her. Her full bottom giving a delightful shake for him to follow. though as she passed by her couldn't notice she had done some trimming.

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The sun had been baking all day and the water was perfect. Samantha was delighted when she waded into the lake, submerging her entire body before resurfacing again. She watched her father watching her, while she soaped herself up, and rinsing by diving under again.

She moved closer when her father had undressed fully and was in the water. She took more soap in her hands and smeared it over his bare chest. Soon, she was rubbing his shoulders and back and everything. Her own breasts were above the surface; pale, wet and glistening with tight, hard nipples.

Soon, her hands eased lower, just to the surface of the water, where she touched his cock, obviously offering to rub soap and was those parts of him too. She looked up at him, smiling with shy love.

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As he entered the lake, tossing his clothes in a pile, his body began relaxing. The water was perfect to just jump in like Samantha had. Lowering himself into the water and rising again, water dripping around the corded muscle of his body. "Are you going to share some of th---" Frank asked before she moved closer and began to scrub him.

The way her hands felt on him was heavenly. After carrying the pack all day it was not something he was expecting. He barely noticed as he hand crept lower until he tensed at the feeling of her hand on him. He panicked for a second, before calling himself. "Nothing more then washing." He said, grabbing some soap. "Bit I might as well return the favor." Rubbing it between his hands before gently rubbing her breasts, working from the outside in, avoiding touching her nipples until both heavy orbs were covered in bubbles. Then slowly working his way down to the apex of her legs. His hand rubbing the well trimmed busy before heading lower, rubbing the sides of her.

Frank's mind was oddly calm the whole time. Despite the panic of earlier, for some reason this felt... right. A bare moan escaping him as she did the same with him.

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Samantha loved the feeling of her father's hands on her body. She almost melted in his arms. Her own hands felt something far from melting as she washed her daddy's hardening shaft. By the time they were done lathering each other with soap, the teen girl was just as aroused as she had been last night, if not more. She pressed her breasts into his chest and kissed him. "Mmmm... daddy."

She cupped his balls and rubbed them lightly. "You know what? I'm starving!" They had walked a really long hike and had obviously eaten a bit on the way, but Samantha was famished for a warm meal. "Wanna cook something for us?" Her hand slid up along the shaft of his cock again.

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A coy smile was all he could muster as she pressed against him. The feeling of her hand working him felt phenomenal, egging his mind to be more bold. Holding backas she kissed him. Hearing her say daddy had made the voice of what he was doing wrong louder. But as sure cupped his balls he could only groan in twisted pleasure.

Frank was feeling hungry. His mind torn between sleeping, eating, and holding himself back to the last shreds he had to not do anything more with Samantha. "Mmmm. Maybe there's some sausage to eat? Better then the little bars we've had today." Smiling deviously. A hand snaking from her lady parts to to tweak and tease her breasts. Slightly regretting for saying it with the tone he did. "But I'm fine with whatever we have." His other hand slowing wading the suds off her.

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"Sausage sounds good to me!" She started stroking his cock fully. Her hand tugging fast on him, but only for a few seconds. In a mock attempt to behave, she let him go and took his hand instead. The two waded ashore---naked and glistening and all clean.

Samantha found some foood while her father got the fire going again. The sun dried them quickly, but Samantha made no effort to get dressed. Instead she prounced about their camp naked, putting her ass on display whenever she bent to get something or her big boobs when she wasn't.

While her father had seen her naked a few times now, especially when taking photos before, they had been fairly innocent. Wanting to show him something more, she sat on one of the big boulders in their camp and spread her legs a little. And when she spread, her pussy opened up; outer lips folding out to expose inner folds of her wet, pink pussy.

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Frank let out a long moan as she pistoned his cock. He was slightly disappointed as she let go and held his hand, signaling they were done. His eyes drawn to her perky breasts ad they bounced with each step. As they dried off frank calmed down, putting on black shorts on before searching for fire wood. Though it was clear that Samantha had now gone from soldering and swimming naked, to always being naked. Gathering enough wood and starting a fire.

Though as much as he hated himself for it, he kept glancing at her. Watching her as she walked around camp, internally torn over the events of the day. As he made the dinner, he was much more focused on the making it then watching Samantha. Barely noticing as she say down. "Hope your hungry sweety, this is gonna be---"

Looking up and finding her spreading her legs, losing everything he was thinking. As he watched he could only feel himself getting hard against his shorts, a primal need to just bury himself in her. His only thought being how pretty her pussy looked, before being able to speak. "Looking fantastic." Finally recovering, he looked back to the food. "Sweety you really shouldn't do that. I---We need to stop doing this. No matter how good it feels to." Trying to think of things to get his cock to go down before she realized he was enjoying this.

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Samantha spread even wider, running one hand down to touch herself. Her face showed an expression that he hadn't seen on her before; one of lust and pleasure. She was really wet, which was obvious from the sound that came when she inserted one finger. Then she sat back up with knees together. "I'll be a good girl, daddy. For a little while longer."

She moved over and grabbed herself some food and at the same time put her wet finger on his lips. Turning, showing her round bottom again, she sat down by the fire and ate. Samantha really was hungry, she wolfed down the dinner.

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Frank's mind flooded with thoughts of anything, or at least tried to, as her show went. His cock throbbed as her finger disappeared into her sex with an audible sound. His current thought of questioning whether he left the stove on or not turned into day dream of bending her over it and fucking her. His mind snaking back as she finished and came over for her plate. He didn't like the fact she said for now.

Frank could feel the situation speaking out of control as she pressed her finger into his lips, surprising him enough that he slightly opened them. The taste of her making him groan. "You said you'd behave." Snapping at her as she sat back down, looking the other way as she gave another show of her full bottom.

Frank ate slowly. Even thigh he was starving, the whole situation with Samantha was getting to him. He couldn't tell if it was something that he would allow to happen, or something that he was just going agog with because he didn't want to ruin the trip. "We really can't be doing this Samantha. We really, really can't. If anyone finds out we'd both be done for."

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Samantha finished eating. She sat quietly thinking for a while. Maybe her father was right. There must be a reason everyone were freaking out by the very notion of this concept. But it was hard to deny her feelings too. Not only did she desire him and want him sexually, she was in love with him. It was like the love she had for him as her father had evolved into something else; or maybe she had romantic feelings that were parallel to her normal daughterly love. In any case, she wanted this. And from what she had seen so far, he wanted her as well.

She scooted over and sat down next to him, taking his arm and leaning her head on his shoulder. "I'm sorry, daddy. I didn't mean to make you upset." Pausing for a moment, she looked up at him. "No one will ever find out. No one will ever know. Just the two of us. And we can make each other feel so good. I promise" She kissed his shoulder. "It'll be the best days of our lives."

The young woman stood again, naked in front of her father. "I'll be waiting for you in the tent. Don't take too long, or I'll be asleep." She smiled and walked over to the tent, climbing inside.

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Frank just looked barely turned his head to look at her as she scooted closer. The feeling of her leaving against him calming him. A reminder sure was still his little girl despite what they had done. He wanted nothing more then to have his sweet little girl back, not this sex driven woman. _But what if she was so kind and living because of this?_ he thought.

A smile flicked across his face as she kissed his shoulder. Regardless of the outcome she'd still love him. He started finishing his mail as she got up. Slightly shaking his head as she finally stood up. _Doesn't matter what I do now, have to go to sleep at some point._ His eyes taking her her form again before she went to the tent, his eyes following the say of her bottom the whole time.

_Maybe I could sleep in the car? No, can't do that. Not leaving her alone in that tent sleeping naked._ He thought as the fires sound filled the silence. _Maybe she's right? It'd just be better if I just relaxed and enjoyed it as much as she is?_ Slowly he stood up. His mind accepting what was going to happen regardless. Walking to the tent, he stepped inside. "Hey sweetie, mane some room. Daddies coming in."

A not so gentle stirring in his loins as he squeezed into the tiny space with her. Zipping the tent shut as he laid next to his beautiful daughter. His cock already getting hard, so needing some release from the vigorous washing she'd given him. "Maybe your not wrong about this. If it just stays between us." His hand gently rubbing her thigh. "It's just this is incredibly wrong, but good you make me want you."


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Lily smiled unsurely when he moved to help her get her dress off, feeling very exposed as he gathered the skirt up to her hips, exposing pale, shapely legs. She lifted her arms as he started to pull it up and off of her, but not before he paused to kiss her while her arms were still tangled up in the bodice and skirt of her dress. Derrick caught her a little unawares but she returned it readily when she finally recovered, drink and need keeping her feeling bold. Those plus his kiss kept her distracted enough not to feel self conscious once her dress was completely gone.

She returned his kiss, her tongue brushing against Derrick's as her lips parted to let him through, her hands reaching for him. Lily was still wearing her small clothes, a shift and underwear, but much of her body was exposed now. So as she moved closer, their skin was finally able to touch in many places. That was a sensation that Lily had never gotten to experience before, not like this, it was far more intimate than she had ever thought it might be. Indeed of all the things that happened in an encounter like this she hadn't spared a thought for the sensation of skin on skin but she found it ignited her hotly.

Wanting to experience more of that she began working off her shift as they kissed, having to break away to pull it off and leaving her almost naked now. Only her panties covered her most vital part, but the rest of her was exposed, far softer than Derrick, never really having had to physically work a day in her life. And where he was dark she was pale, almost glowing in the beam of moonlight coming in through the window. Her breasts were full but proportionate to her build, her hips were wider than was perhaps average but it suited her. And Lily was feeling very exposed, looking up at Derrick with her bottom lip between her teeth and unsure look in her eye.

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Derrick knew the feeling of skin on skin but something about that night... maybe just about Lily, left him flush with need more so than he'd ever been. His hands caressed her waist and down along her hips, growing bolder once she worked her shift up further before she had to break away from him to finish her disrobing. The baker paused and stared for a moment, his dark eyes roaming her exposed skin, pale and nearly glowing in the bit of moonlight in the room, a soft sound of longing in his throat.

It was very clear by how he stared that Derrick not only only had eyes for Lily but that whatever it was she seemed unsure about was something that Derrick was very sure about. "Goodness..." he didn't seem able to really form many more words than that, although the huskiness in his voice spoke volumes. Of course, if she were going to be that naked... the baker stooped a bit to push off his trousers, leaving him in his own small clothes, though that really didn't leave much to the imagination either. His legs were every bit as built up as the rest of him though, giving him a solid root that made sense with his generally solid presence.

That done, he gently cleared his throat, "You are... well, you might think I am exaggerating Lily but you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on." the most beautiful anything really. If he'd been smitten by who she'd presented herself as before, he was quite in lust by this point as well. The slip of cloth that was all he had left on didn't do much of anything to hide that. He got in close again and kissed her lips softly, letting his mouth trail down her neck again, lips plucking at the soft flesh of her throat while he guided her to sit on the edge of the bed.

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Lily's face was burning all the brighter as he looked her over, and she was relieved to see that he liked what he saw. She could tell that much with how he was staring at her, and then muttered a bit before getting his pants off. That certainly leave much else to the imagination and she kept looking at and then away from his crotch. When Derrick spoke she just stared at him a little and her face turned about as red as it could possibly go. That was quite the compliment. Lily had no idea what to say in response, but she didn't have to say anything it seemed.

She returned Derrick's kiss hungrily, before he was kissing down her neck instead, moving as he guided her to the edge of the bed. Lily sat down and looked up at him, nervous and curious at the same time.

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His mind was going in too many directions at once; he'd wanted to pick the blonde up and out her on the bed, or maybe turn with her in his arms and set her on his lap, sit her down and explain everything he knew how to do except without using words. To be fair, Derrick knew he wasn't some sort of ridiculous sort of divinely inspired sheet ruffler, but he knew what he was doing. Especially when he was a bit drunk and riding high on confidence from every little reaction Lily was giving him.

The baker leaned in and gently pushed Lily down to the bed, catching her lips in another soft kiss while he swept a hand up along her leg. It paused at the woman's hip, fingers tracing the line of cloth where her panties covered the skin. As eager as he clearly was, the man had the prudence to be patient with her, likely because he didn't want to mistreat her in the least.

Soon though his kisses left her mouth and Derrick soon found her collarbone, the soft touches passing down over her breasts. He brought his hand up and cupped one, teasing her sensitive flesh while settling his body against hers. Derrick kept most of his weight either on the bed or on his arm, but he did rest firmly against Lily. Eventually his hand left her chest and slid along her belly and lower, teasing over her thigh, hesitating for just a moment before settling there and squeezing.

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Lily looked up at the baker, biting her lip and waiting for him to do something, she was starting to think something was wrong when he finally moved. She laid back as he pushed her down onto the bed gently and returned his kiss, her arms looping around his neck and running the fingers of one hand through his thick dark hair. She felt Derrick's hands on her body, making the girl shift and squirm a little under him. He might be patient thinking of her comfort, but soon enough Lily was feeling agitated with with impatience.

Derrick's hand kneading her breast gently only made her feel even more restless, letting out a huff of air and blushing brightly. She'd never let anyone touch her there directly before, there had been brushes, gentle grazes but always through the fabric of her dress. Lily made a soft noise against his mouth when his large hand gripped her thigh, her fingers tightening in his hair a little.

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He could tell that Lily was getting impatient, both from her squirming about and the little huffs she let off. He didn't want to rush her, but as much as he was concerned with that he was also consumed with need, if she was to judge from the insistent press of his crotch to her hip. Derrick wasn't shy about that, a soft groan leaving his lips while he rubbed his hand along the blonde's thigh. His fingers grazed her through her panties and the man turned his hand to cup her crotch gently, rubbing the tips of his fingers against her sex while kissing and nipping at her throat.

The baker kept up that bold move, nuzzling up against Lily's ear, his head swimming with desire and his nose filled with the smell of her. Derrick hadn't quite noticed before how good she smelled, but he rather liked it. Still, he did want to move things along and as that thought hit him he brought his hand up to tease just beneath the top of her panties, just over her belly. "Still good?" his words were soft, but he didn't stop his hand's descent... as his fingers found Lily's clit, stroking it gently, it was very apparent he was only checking her comfort, figuring he still had her consent in the matter.

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Lily was very aware of the fact that he was as into this as she was, which she could tell very easily by the firm press of his crotch against her hip. It would be kind of difficult for her not to notice that. She gasped softly when Derrick's hand brushed against her sex through the thin fabric of her panties, feeling her blood rush hotly in her veins. Pressure built rapidly between her legs, driving her a little crazy as her need escalated, her hips squirming a little. Lily clung to the man on top of her, panting and moaning softly with her face flushed and hot.

A little damp spot developed where Derrick's fingers had been rubbing by the time he moved his hand away. She would have been disappointed if he hadn't started to slip his hand into her panties almost immediately after. Lily gave a soft laugh at his question, opening her mouth to answer when his fingers rubbed against her clit, making her moan sharply instead. Her hips jerked a little and she felt equal parts aroused and embarrassed, mostly by her reaction. She cleared her throat softly, "Y-yeah," Lily muttered, turning her blushing face away a little.

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"Heh... good." he liked how she reacted to him, not really too reserved or ashamed, though she was blushing furiously. He kept at it, dipping his fingers lower to moisten them with the slick dampness of her pussy before returning them to circle her clit, "Don't worry about it... I like how much you're liking it." he couldn't lie about that, not only was it an ego boost but he was more than a little aroused by Lily's moans and gasps, how she squirmed and jerked against him.

It didn't take him long to be more exploratory though, kissing Lily sweetly and deeply, his tongue pressing past her lips even as he teased a finger against her entrance. The baker was careful about it but insistent, slowly working his finger into her pussy bit by bit to give Lily more time to get used to the sensation. That didn't stop him grinding the heel of his hand softly against her clit as he did so though. At the same time though his hips rocked against her, grinding his eagerly hard length against the curve of her hip.

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Lily gave him an unsure look out of the corner of her eye when he told her that he liked how much she was liking it. She knew he wasn't lying but she still felt unsure and embarrassed, having been told her whole life that women were not supposed to be too bold or open with their emotions and desires. Derrick was encouraging her though, and it was hard not to squirm and moan as his finger continued rubbing and circling her clit. Her small hands clutched at him tightly, keeping her neck bared as he kissed and nipped at her throat.

When Derrick kissed her she returned it all too happily, letting his tongue between her lips and letting out a moan into his mouth as his finger teased her entrance. She shifted a little when he pressed his digit inside her, the feeling not completely alien. Lily had touched herself a few times, so the sensations of his fingers touching her and entering her weren't completely unknown but it felt so different having someone else do it. It felt so much more intense for some reason, perhaps because she was so intensely aroused, which she'd never been able to do on her own.

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He met that look with a small smile, raising a brow at her in question. He supposed she had been raised differently than she might otherwise have been, as the women he was used to were (unknown to him) of quite a different social class. In Derrick's lifetime people were encouraged to enjoy what they had, to make the most and live in the now with plans for tomorrow. The past was history, best left for lessons and memories, while the future was a promise. But now? Right now he had a beautiful woman in his bed and he was definitely trying to make her happy.

Once he was sure he wasn't hurting Lily or anything he picked up his pace a bit, rolling his wrist to thrust his finger more deeply into her while focusing on kissing the girl sweetly. He couldn't help it, every touch of her lips to his sent fire through him more than he'd ever recalled. Derrick was every bit as turned on as he'd ever been though. With a grin, Derrick propped himself up a bit on his elbow and leaned a little more over the girl, kissing along the swell of her breasts while he continued to work his finger inside of her.

"Mmh... Lily..." he groaned her name with a bit of a shudder when a squirm brought her hip more fully in contact to his crotch, muffling the little moan into the soft flesh of her breasts.

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Lily felt overheated and overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. She couldn't seem to stay still, constantly squirming and shifting under Derrick, her thigh and hip rubbing between his legs sporadically. Her hands were just as restless, running along his shoulders and upper arms and neck and up into his hair, never staying in one place for long. She couldn't seem to get enough of touching him. Or kissing him. Still, Lily gulped in a lungful of air when the baker finally ended their kiss and propped himself up a bit.

Derrick's warm mouth kissing the tops of her breasts made the girl let out a happy sigh, her hips twitching as his finger continued to work in and out of her and the heel of his palm rubbed against her clit. She shivered when he moaned against her breasts, her hands rubbing along his neck and shoulders. Considering her inexperience it likely wouldn't be a real surprise to anyone that it only took a few more moments before the pressure between Lily's legs reached its breaking point and popped like a bubble. "Derrick!" she managed to gasp as her body writhed under his.

Lily let out a sharp moan and her body seized, arching up against Derrick's clinging to him tightly for a moment. Then just as quickly she was trying to pull away, gasping and moaning as her sex grew even more sensitive in the aftermath of her orgasm, pleasure edged with pain now and startling her.

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It wasn't really a surprise to Derrick how quickly Lily found her release, though he didn't pursue her as she pulled away. The man knew she was probably sensitive after that and couldn't help but chuckle softly, his voice low when he spoke, "Glad you're enjoying yourself..." he was flushed so much he was sure he must be glowing or something, but he wasn't exactly worried about that either. The fact remained that he still had things to do with (to?) Lily and that's right where his mind was.

Instead of trying to overstimulate the girl the baker gathered her up into a soft embrace, his lips finding her neck and moving along the girl's throat. He was pent up, hard and needy by then but knew better than to put his own needs first. Men, he'd been taught, were like dogs on a hunt. Happy to rush ahead once they'd sniffed out a target but quick to tire once they'd had their fun. The fox on the other hand, the lady who'd explained it had said, could be chased for quite some time before tiring, so long as she was approached carefully. Of course being a young man Derrick hadn't quite taken that lesson easily, but it hadn't taken him too long to grasp.

Besides. As much as his lust roared and demanded, Derrick wasn't in any hurry to be done just then. He'd somehow wound up with Lily in his bed and he wasn't about to squander the experience only worrying over himself. "It can get to be a bit much when it's like this, yeah?" he meant intense, fun, that sort of thing. Really, the baker didn't quite know why he was talking at all. Nervous maybe? "Here, uh... let me get rid of this..." he squirmed enough to get his small clothes off, pushing them down his hips and tugging them low enough to use his foot to lose them entirely. "Think you want to give it a go? While you, er, calm down a bit, I mean." naked with your dream girl wasn't the time to get bashful Derrick.

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Lily flushed when he spoke spoke up once she'd come down a little, panting as she lay there trying to recover. Her arms slipped around his neck as the baker gathered her up in his own arms and kissed along her neck. She finally managed to catch her breath and calm her heart a little by the time Derrick was speaking again, seeming a little nervous. She smiled at him a little, glancing down when he got off the last of his clothes then back to his face quickly.

She blinked a little when Derrick invited her return some of the attention he'd been giving her. Lily supposed that'd probably be the right thing to do, but she was feeling even more nervous than him, swallowing softly and giving him a shy smile. "Alright..." she bit at her lip a little, "I guess, uh, all that about speaking up when you do or don't like something goes for you too." The girl blushed brightly before one of her hands slid down his side to his hip, hesitating a little before she crossed the last small gap and her fingers found his cock.

Lily had been able to feel how hard he was against her hip but it was something else to actually touch it. Her fingers wrapped around his girth and squeezed experimentally, glancing up at his face and watching him. Still squeezing, she stroked along his length, feeling a little anxious at the size of him, which showed a little in her expression.

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Derrick had been purposefully vague, not so much because he didn't know what he liked but moreso because he didn't want to be demanding. A part of him did, heaven knew that, but a better part of him wanted to be recalled fondly, not as some boor. "Yeah, no worries there... I'll... uh... I'll let you know." he chuckled a little but it died on Derrick's lips when Lily's fingers drifted along his hip and then hurried across his thigh to curl around his rigid length.

The baker sucked in a breath in a sort of gasp. He was a busy man and hadn't really courted besides the blonde in quite some time, nor had he really taken much time of late to handle those urges himself. Work always seemed more important, life always took away his spare moments. Derrick bit his lip, flushing deeply while the woman squeezed and stroked at him, meeting her gaze with a lusty little smile, "Mmh... that's... that's good. Maybe a little faster?"

The man hadn't really had to give instruction before and while it felt a bit odd he could manage, "Erm... though, if you could spit in your hand a little. It'll go smoother for it..." he still touched her while she explored him, his fingers lingering on her hip before drifting up to tease along her waist and higher. He was already feeling wound tighter than clockwork and didn't know how much more he could take.

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Lily watched the young baker with a shy but eager curiosity, trying to read his reactions to make sure she wasn't doing anything wrong. She gave a soft laugh when he spoke though, suggesting she go a little faster. "Yes, I was planning on that," she told him with clear amusement, though she listened closely when Derrick explained the next part. The girl made a slight face. Spit in her hand? Well... if that was what she needed to do...

She drew her hand away, giving Derrick a dubious look before she spit into her hand, trying to get as much as she could. That done she reached back down and gripped his cock again, feeling a little gross but it made sense when she thought about it. Lily stroked his cock, having to admit that it did seem to go a little smoother with some lubrication. After taking a second to get familiar with him again, she did as he'd suggested before and started going faster.

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"Right... sorry, I didn't mean to be condescending." there was a certain wry dryness in his apology that spoke of teasing, though he also seemed sincere enough... though how much that had to do with her hand on his dick was hard to say just then. Derrick chuckled softly at the look on her face when she did spit in her palm, "Hey, if you'd prefer to just get down there and use your mouth, you can be my guest. More than welcome." why not press his luck? In for a penny and all that... besides, it'd give him a reason to offer the same to her without making her too bashful about it.

Of course he couldn't help but groan at how she stroked at him more quickly, the spit doing its job to smooth out the motion and make things easier on the both of them. The baker moaned easily and stroked a hand down Lily's back, his hips bunching from time to time to lift himself into her grip with obvious eagerness. Right then it was perfectly clear that she was doing just fine, just fine and then some.


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Rebecca took the squeeze of her ass almost as an aching gesture to hurry her process, and she gasped to separate their sloppy and wet kiss. Already her sweet flavored mouth was tasting more like the older man that he was, and she was every eager to please. Her body moved in closer, which only made her the arch of her foot slip against the shaft of his cock. She hummed with pleasure as she pulled herself away from him, her eyes locking on his before she pushed her glassed up her nose once more. It was time she started treating his man like her boss, and not like he was just some horny man that wanted to stick his pulsating cock deep within her wet dripping slit.

That could come later. But for now she pulled her foot away and let it slide back to danging off of the desk. Her hands moved toward her button up shirt and she unbuttoned the first three, to expose the black bra she had beneath her button-up blouse. She pulled the sides of her blouse to let him see her large breasts, soft to the touch, and hard nipples hiding within her bra if he decided to rip it off of her body and pull it down. They were pressed against each other, showing the perfect valley where he could also slip his cock in between when he so desired.

And at that moment, she presented herself to him as a feast that he could indulge in as many times as he wanted... as long as he kept her employed.

But Rebecca wasn't done there. Her ass slipped off of the side of the desk and she began to place her hands on either side of his inner thighs, pulling his legs apart as she lowered her head to his thigh. "Sir, I hope you don't mind if I take the liberties of unzipping your pants, just so I can show you what foreplay really is?" she said with the firm pressing of her palms sliding up his inner thighs. Finding the bulge running down the side of his pant leg and gently massaging the swelling crown within her fingers.

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Drake looked at his new secretary. He was glad she had kept her glasses on---he wondered what it would look like when the lenses were dripping with his spooge. She was such a sultry little mynx, full of fire and raring to go: he couldn't decide which hole he wanted to penetrate first. Perhaps he would fill all of them, in turn. Maybe he would let her choke on his cock a bit before sticking it up her pussy, and then use the natural lubrication she provided to finish up in her tight little asshole.

He watched as she unbuttoned her shirt, exposing the material of her bra. He couldn't help himself, and slipped his hands inside her blouse. (It was a good blouse, and had probably cost her a lot of money. He didn't want to rip it.) He amused himself by squeezing her breasts repeatedly, taking one in each hand and fanning out his fingers in order to touch as much skin surface as possible. Eventually he wasn't satisfied with that, and wriggled his fingers up and underneath her bra. He gave her a hard squeeze, almost painful. "Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to warn you," he said, almost apologetic. "I do like to play rough."

But she wanted to show him the true meaning of foreplay, so he finally relented. "Very well, Miss Meyer," he nodded, as she slipped off the desk and put her hands between his legs, pushing them apart. "Feel free to take whatever actions you think you must." If her clever little fingers managed to undo his belt and zipper, they would find a pair of black silk boxers underneath. And beneath that... nothing but his engorged penis, rock-hard and eagerly awaiting her attentions.

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Rebecca wiggled her noise to raise her glasses back up to her eyesight. Blinking her lashes over the chocolate orbs of her eyes as she looked up at her new boss. A few doubts began to plague her mind---was she going too over the top compensating and trying to make a good impression? It was all very confusing to her and she slightly wondered if this was going to be the best option... but he smelled so good. He was so pleasing to look at and she was so flustered. Maybe it was because of nerves... maybe it was because honestly she just really wanted to fuck him.

Then a sudden gasp left her lips the second that his hands went to touch her soft breasts. Her nipples would have already been hard to touch while he rubbed his hand against them. He squeezed them and her cheeks blushed and her breathing grew deeper. And then he was hard with her and she at first winced, but then quickly curved her mouth into a smile. Looking up at him as she was amazingly turned on, eyes almost beckoning him for more. "I like it rough," she barely whispered and then gave a small wink afterward.

It didn't take her long to unbutton his zipper from his trousers and to toss the straps of her belt aside. Her hands found the soft touch of his boxers, and she grinned once again. Fingers slipping into his pants and slowly stroking his cock through his pants as she reached inside. "Well, Mr. Holland," she began to say as her hand tightly gripped around his hardened and swelling cock. "Is anything on the line? My job? My annual raise? Or is this natural on the first hours of my shift?" she asked.

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"I must say, you're off to a very strong start," her boss said. "I am pleased that you have demonstrated a team spirit and a willingness to do whatever the job entails. However, let me warn you that you will be expected to perform all the duties of an executive assistant."

It wasn't all fun and games at Wander Towers. Although, sexual harassment was certainly a huge part of it. At any given moment, he knew, any number of couples were fornicating in supply rooms, cubicles, and offices; desks, copy machines, tables, any surface was fair game. Why, just this morning, Drake had stopped in at the mail room. A pretty young redhead was making copies when one of her coworkers had approached her from behind and lifted the back of her dress. He had proceeded to bend her over the copy machine and have his way with her. "Oh!" she had gasped, her breathing heavy, as he plumbed her with her panties around her ankles. Drake had nodded approvingly.

And Rebecca was certainly very pretty, too. Drake liked her large dark eyes, peering owlishly at him from behind her glasses. It gave her an innocent, freshly-graduated-from-college look that belied her energy and enthusiasm. He would definitely have to have her sit on his lap at meetings.

"Let's call this your first test," he mused. "How is your technique, Ms. Mayer? What if I told you that I like to be teased, toyed with? Can you treat a man's genitals with the respect and adoration they deserve, or do you go directly to the deep throat? I hope you're up to the task, Ms. Mayer---your career here at Wander Towers may depend on it."

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The flirtation while within a work atmosphere was so different and yet so intriguing to Rebecca. The way the words so easily fell off of his tongue would make anyone recording their conversation seem like it was just an everyday talk between a boss and the secretary, but there was so much more going on. Already the cleavage from her soft and ample breasts peaked from the opening of her white button up top. Taunting for another touch that he had given her so willingly from before, but he was speaking her. Giving her the first assignment of the day and Rebecca was up to the task.

"Mr. Holland... rather than explaining my technique, why don't I just start by showing you?" she cooed with a sensual tone in her voice, almost whispering to his ears while she stared up at him. Her hands left the warmth of his trousers and then slipped to her shirt. Already she could smell his manly musk against her fingers and it only ignited her willingness to please her new boss. With her hands gripping her white shirt, she tore it apart. Already having prepared another blouse in her purse in case she accidentally spilled coffee on it in the morning---but she honestly didn't think this would be the reason why she needed the spare.

Her breasts bounced freely away from the confines of her top. Then, without missing a beat, Rebecca's hands went to his pants. Slowly dragging them down past his hips and his thighs, her eyes peeking at him over the black framed glasses as she bit her bottom lip---smiling like a child opening her presents on Christmas day. Until she heard the rattle of his metal from his belt hitting the floor and his very expensive pants falling around his ankles, she slowly moved her hands up to his boxers. Her fingers tugged on the material every so slightly, slowly watching the elastic pull down from his pelvis and then to the trunk of his member. "Usually... I like to start things off rather slow," she began to say as the boxers came down slowly. Rubbing against the groomed hair surrounding his endowed cock, as she looked up at him and then continued. "But I'm rather good at mirroring people. You see..." her fingers went to her breasts until she pulled the boxers completely down to allow his cock to spring forward (if he was erect enough). Her fingers moving to her nipples as he pinched them between her index and middle finger, blushing and cooing with a soft moan, "I get my pleasure from you getting pleasure, Mr. Holland."

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Drake watched his new personal assistant rip apart her own blouse in her eagerness and zeal to please him. Or, perhaps, there was a bit of longing there, a need to be used, to be touched. He indulged her, reaching down with both his hands to palm her breasts. He cupped them, his fingers digging into the skin around her mammary glands, and firmly pushed the mounds of flesh into her chest. He kneaded and massaged, not at all gently, his fingers working into her soft flesh. Then he seized her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and pulled, pinching them as he did so. It would appear that when he said he liked to play rough, he meant it.

Once he had her gasping, either from pain or pleasure or both, he let go of her breasts and leaned back. "I want you to use your hands, and only your hands," he said, as his erect member sprang into life before her face. "Consider this a test of your creativity, Miss Mayer. I want to see how much you can do with your hands alone. I don't want any part of your body touching my penis other than your hands. Is that clear?" He seemed particularly adamant about the command, to the point where he would be quite displeased if she disobeyed him. He always liked to see a certain amount of initiative and independent spirit in a woman, but right now, right here, he was asserting control. This, too, was a test, to see if she would be willing to submit to his authority. There would be a time and a place for her to push back---but first, he had to see how much he could mold her, shape her.

He leaned back in his chair, giving her adequate room to work. Reaching out, he grabbed his coffee mug from his desk and brought it to his lips. He took a sip, frowning a bit that the coffee seemed to have grown lukewarm while it had been neglected. He considered asking Rebecca to make him a fresh batch but, one thing at a time.

"Tell me something, Miss Mayer. Do you like touching men's genitals? Answer honestly. What do you like about touching them? Do you think about it when you're alone?  Do you often fantasize about wrapping your fingers around a thick, pulsing cock?" He looked down at her, awaiting her response. Everything here was a test, although the rules weren't always clearly defined. In this case, there was no wrong or right answer; he just wanted to get a feeling for what went on in her head.

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"Do you mind?" Rebecca asked, reaching for her hands to clasp around the coffee cup that he was beginning to sit down. She felt as if she could use a bit of an energy boost from bitter liquid. Although she was rather confident in her abilities, maybe it was because her job was on the line and the need to please her new boss, but her mouth was getting rather dry. The taste of liquid on her mouth, even if it was lukewarm, was almost an oasis for her parched lips. Rebecca licked them and then placed the coffee cup back down. Realizing she had just taken something without waiting for his approval, but she wanted to take small steps of risk. She would listen to what he wanted when it came with her hands, because Rebecca wanted a challenged... she lived for challenges.

It was then when she decided to re-positioned herself. Her breasts still held together by the bra that decorated her slightly tanned cleavage. Leaning forward, she glanced at him from above the black frame of her glasses. Batting her eyelashes as she looked at him and wrapped one hand around the base of his cock. Her fingers curving around each vein, feeling the pulse of his cock as she continued to grip tighter, but not to cause him pain, but only to feel the rhythm of his blood pulsing. She wanted to lick it, she wanted to drool all over his cock, but he wanted her to only use her hands and Rebecca would listen. "Excuse me, sir, but you told me I'm not allowed to use anything, but my hands and talking to you about how much I am wanting to drool my mouth all over your cock, while lapping up any of your precum could arguably be me using my mouth," her fingers continued to reach upwards until the graced the upside down v. Her finger flicking his erect member up, as she could smell his masculine musk in her nostrils. Making her inner thighs quake as she knelt before him.

Although, she only winked. Playing a little bit of a minx as she continued to speak, "I can't deny that the thought of cock plunging into every single hole in my body often keeps me up at night, until I have to pleasure myself into an orgasm. I may not be open about it to my peers, but I'm rather obsessed with sex." Her brown eyes flickered with excitement as she continued, both of her hands now wrapping around his base and slowly reaching upward. Wary that her hands had no sort of lubrication and that she currently also didn't know if she was allowed to spit on his fleshy rod to ease her hand movements. "I like the way a man smells... especially the smell of their cum and precum. There is nothing more arousing and nothing more deliciously tasty in my mouth."

"I often think about my fingers grasping around a heavy ballsack," she began to say, as her palm cupped his wrinkled textured balls and pressed them up into his body. "I often think about it throbbing, pulsating in my mouth right at the edge of competition... and then stopping just to watch the look on their face. The torture in their eyes when all they want is my tongue to lap in circular motions around their purple head. Coating my pink tongue with thick ropes of slippery seed," she continued. "Sir... I believe I have a bit more spit in my mouth. The thought about it has my mouth swelling, do you mind if I spit on your cock for your pleasure and my own?" she asked. Her hand now reaching the very tip of his crown, rolling her fingers into the spongy tip while her hands, cupping his balls, mirrored her movement.

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Drake Holland blinked when the girl reached up and took a sip of his coffee, barely asking his permission. She was a firecracker, all right, used to taking her share of liberties. Well, some of that was perfectly fine, but she had to learn that there was a fine line demarcating what she could get away with. She had to learn to listen, to obey, to respond to his requests... and then, in time, he would give her everything she wanted. He would put his dick into every orifice she had and then drizzle her body with his cum, from head to toe, like the frosting on a danish. He would make her bathe in it, glory in it.

He didn't seem to mind that she was grasping his cock rather tightly; he liked to treat his toys rough, and he could take being treated the same. But she was like an over-eager puppy, straining on the leash, whimpering and begging. She needed, he thought, discipline. Control. A firm hand. He idly wondered if she liked being spanked. In his formidable experience, many women did. He listened to her explain about her obsession, and he nodded, seeming neither pleased nor displeased. It, to him, was just a detail about the woman, one to take note of. "I'm sure there will arise many opportunities to spill my seed across your tongue, Miss Mayer," he promised, "but let's not get ahead of ourselves. One step at a time."

"I do not like being spit on," Drake went on, informing her with a bit of a frown. "If you need lubrication, then I will allow you to lick it. Coat my penis with saliva, if you wish. But right now, I want the focus to be your hands. I want you to focus on every single touch. Feel the press of my spongy head against your fingers. Trace the nerves with your fingertips. Feel my pulse in the blood vessels. Trace the outline of my penis with your hands. Roll it between your fingers; get to know it intimately by touch. Squeeze it, if you like---I won't mind. And don't forget my balls. I want you to roll my testicles between your fingers, I want you to scratch lightly at my sack. Be creative. Massage them, play with them, tease them, worship them---after all, they're going to be making the jizz that's going to splatter your glasses and drip down your face."

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Her new boss may have noticed the way her eyes flickered, not with excitement, but with shock when he was instructing her of what she would have to do to prove her worth to him. This was a brand new experience to Rebecca. The select few people that she bad been with before him were dirty. Not sensual, not slow. Everything was as sweaty, dirty, and fast as you could make them. To completely overwhelm the body with new sensations, rather than slowing things down and indulging in one process. Finding the depth and pleasure that could come with just her fingers tracing one pulsating vein from the base of his cock. Feeling the blood pulse through the vein, before it slipped back into the mass of his member. There was one obvious difference between the people she had been with before and Mr. Holland---he was not a guy, he was a man.

Maybe it was his tone with her, but she could feel her heart beating within her throat. Everything began to slow down around her, even if her body head was rising at an alarming rate. Realizing that it seemed as if she was a horse at the races, ready to speed to the finish line as quickly as she could, but that was not what Mr. Holland wanted. After he spoke to her and instructed her, she separated both of her hands from his hardened length one more. Eyes peaking at him over the top of her black frames. With her head tilting as she caught her breath, a rush of blood making her cheeks rosy as she curiously stared at him.

Rebecca said nothing. Not a singular word, but then rolled her shoulders back, gasping from the release of the strain of her muscle. Then she took a deep breath, and she relaxed. Her body slowly lowered down upon him, her the heart shaped curve of her rump raising from it's comfortable position resting on her heels. Even if she leaned in a few inches, there was a crawling speed. A smirk at the edge of her lips, and then her hand wrapping around the base of his shaft. At first she placed one hand after the other. Slowly running them up his length, like her hands were a proper cock sleeve, and then the second her left hand reached the tip of his spongy head. She rolled the soft texture in between her fingers. Feeling how warm it was, especially when her hand below the other gripped his shaft even tighter. Continuing to roll her fingers along the curved edges of his cock, separating her first index and middle finger to allow the helmet to glide in between her fingers while they spread for him. Her hand below releasing and allowing the blood to rush down the helmet of his cock, before slipping underneath his ballsack. Fingers tickling the underside of his balls, as her fingers glided from one enclosed ball to the other.

Meanwhile, she watched as her fingers pressed down the long tube at the base of his cock. Watching it intent with the tightening space between her index and middle finger. Wanting to lick the tip while glancing him in the eyes, but refusing to do so. She wanted to prove that she could listen well to his instructions, and she would save her defiance for later... maybe, if she felt like getting a firm slap from his dominant hand. But even the thought about her defiance made her hands grip around his sack. Feeling his balls nestle comfortably within the palm of her hand, before she began to yank them away from his body. Pushing them upwards, and then dropping them. Her left hand moving up to his cock to follow her right hand that reached the base of his trunk. Then, quickly her right hand began to stoke him, waiting to use the lubrication of her spit when he would allow her to use her mouth to pleasure him---or at least her tongue. And then she dropped her hand down his shaft, just to feel his balls bounce up against her curved grip, and then she excitedly did it once again. Not realizing that, depending on how sensitive he was, this could hurt him. "Oh... excuse me, Mr. Holland," she said, trying to hide her smirk.

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If Rebecca's new boss felt discomfort at the way her fist kept bumping into his balls, he didn't say anything. He certainly didn't mind when his lovers played rough; it simply demonstrated their enthusiasm. And there was something endearing about watching a young woman explore a man's genitals with wide-eyed excitement and an almost innocent eagerness, as if she had been presented with some kind of new, exciting toy. Drake closely watched the expression on her face when she stroked his organ, when she squeezed it, when she ran her fingers along its length, and smiled. Truth be told, he wanted her to treat his dick as a toy, one that she couldn't wait to play with---and if she played a bit rough, who was going to mind?

When she parted her index and middle fingers and let his penis slide along the V between them, he was impressed at her inventiveness. He felt himself slip between her fingers, rubbing up against the webbing between the digits. Then she abandoned his length to run her fingers underneath and play with his balls. Drake liked having his balls played with, and he nodded in satisfaction and approval when she let them nestle comfortably in her palm. There was something wonderful about a female touch on his privates, the soft, slightly moist sensation of her fingers and hands that he liked. He idly considered making her give him a penis massage as part of her regular daily routine.

She was doing well, however, and she deserved to be rewarded. Even if she was rife with enthusiasm, she was responding to his directions well. He reached down and, taking a breast in each hand, gave her a firm squeeze, pinching at her nipples through her bra between thumbs and forefingers. He pulled lightly on her nipples, pulling her breasts away from her chest, and then released them, watching as they rebounded back into shape.

"You're doing a great job, Miss Mayer," Drake praised her. "Now I want you to kiss the tip of my penis like a virgin on her prom night kissing her boyfriend. Furtively, unsure of yourself. I want you to go slow. Then you may grow bolder, parting your lips to sneak your tongue out for the occasional lick now and then. I want you, in short, to imagine that you're making out with my cock."


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Erika was a bit late getting home tonight, but then again, she was often late getting home from her job at a local bookstore. She was working slowly on finishing her master's thesis, but it was a gradual process, and working full-time didn't help. She loved her job at the small, privately run book shop, but business hadn't been great lately and they'd had to let some employees go. That meant long hours for her, but at least she still had her job... for now.

She was hardly paying attention as muscle memory led her to her apartment building's door, and walked through like she'd done so many times before. She was looking down at her phone at a text when suddenly it lost all signal and she sighed in annoyance. That's when she looked up and dropped the gadget in shock. This definitely was not her building.

The strange landscape around her was something out of a sci-fi or fantasy movie, and as her feet had still been moving, she stumbled and nearly fell over the charred stone path. Swallowing as her blue eyes took in the view, she turned around to go back through the door, only to find it gone. Surely she must be going crazy! Or perhaps she was dreaming. That was the only explanation for this, as anything else didn't make sense. "What the...?! I must be dreaming... I'll wake up soon I'm sure."

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Malphas watched her disappear through the door, a smile forming on his lips as he felt the energy transport her to her new home, a rumble of anticipation rising in his throat. He turned from the edge of the roof and straight into his own personal portal to follow her into his world, blinking from sight even as he did so. He stood a few feet behind Erika, an unseen presence watching her first steps in a new world, amused by her shock and then instant denial.

"Dreaming? Do you often dream of such things as this, my pet?" His voice was a velvet glove enclosing a fist, all silky and sensual, but underlaid with strength and aggression. It rumbled softly through the space between them, doubly-impactful due to the absolute silence that reigned in his realm. He remained invisible, letting his voice echo from the seemingly empty air, curious to see her reaction.

On the ground at her feet, the phone crumpled inward, as if being crushed in a massive fist, squeezed smaller and smaller until it winked entirely out of existence. "You won't be needing that here, Erika... it wouldn't work, anyhow. As you can see, there are no cell towers in my world, nor anyone to call. We are alone."

[User]
Erika didn't notice his presence at first, but when she heard his voice, she spun around... only to be met by... nothing? She was sure there was someone speaking directly behind her, but there was nothing there. Yes, she was definitely going crazy. The voice was both soothing and stirring at the same time, earning a reaction from both her body and mind. However, she pushed that thought away, and her attention was caught by her phone crumpling before her and into thin air.

Predictably, she gasped in outrage. Not that she was a 'basic bitch,' but that was her connection to her friends and family. And Wikipedia. How was she supposed to double check how to spell 'siege' or 'hemorrhoid' if she couldn't access her Webster's Dictionary app? Still, there was the small matter of the voice coming from nowhere. Turning around once more, she sighed in frustration. "Although I still believe... and hope... I'm dreaming, where are you?"

Doubting that she'd feel anything, she started feeling around blindly with her hands and was shocked when they hit something solid right where the voice had indeed been coming from. Something warm, and very male. A hard chest met her palms, and she moved her hands up and down muscled arms. "Show yourself. Who are you? Where am I?"

[Assistant]
His gaze lowered to her hands on his thick arms and he chuckled softly, phasing back into view as the rich sound enveloped the both of them. "For someone who believes they're merely dreaming, you have a lot of questions, my pet. Which would you like me to answer first?"

Malphas towered over the small woman, standing nearly seven feet, with broad shoulders and a body that seemed carved from stone. His clothing did little to mask the sheer size of him, or the toned, powerful musculature that lay beneath his smooth, grey-blue skin. One dark brow arched as he peered down at her, his eyes a muted gold with elliptical pupils and a faint animal shine. "I must admit, I'm enjoying your reaction to such an unusual situation. I suspect most of the women in your world would have screamed, fled or... fainted by now. Granted, I imagine all of that will come later, once you stop pretending that you believe this all a dream."

He motioned expansively to the world around them, then looked back at her with a faint smirk that vaguely revealed the points of his incisors. "I do hope there will be tears."

[User]
When the blue man suddenly came into view, Erika widened her eyes and stepped back. He was huge compared to her own 5'4 height, and he was... blue. Very blue, with horns and strange markings that all pointed to the fact that he was most assuredly not human in the least. Swallowing as she looked him up and down, she removed her hands as if she'd been burnt and met his unusual eyes with her human blue gaze.

"It has to be a dream. I might not be the most logical person on earth, and I do read a lot, but things like this..." Erika gestured to the world around them. "...don't happen in reality."  His smile was disconcerting, predatory and extremely confident. His words were sufficiently creepy to send a chill down her spine, but she frowned and crossed her arms.

"Well aren't you a ray of sunshine." He was right, though. Sooner or later she would have to admit that this was real, and when that moment came, her attitude would chance significantly. How, though, would remain to be seen. Either way, she didn't see a point in standing around and letting him wax on about how she was his 'pet,' so she turned away and started walking in a random direction. She had no idea where she was going, but away from that building seemed like a good idea.

[Assistant]
Another chuckle rolled through Malphas's chest as he watched her turn away and begin walking, his long legs making it child's play to keep up with her. He walked at her side, seemingly content to let her roam as she pleased among the lavish ruin of his personal universe. "There are more things in heaven and earth, Erika, than are dreamed of in your philosophies. An apt phrase, especially for a species that seems largely under the impression that they have everything figured out. I mean, most humans don't even believe in other beings that share their plane of existence, let alone beings that exist on others."

He glanced over at her with a lingering grin, cocking his head a touch. "To answer your questions... I'm Malphas. And, you are in my realm. I don't bother naming it, since I can literally remake it into anything I desire, though I do tend to favor this current configuration more than others."

As if to prove his point, one of the twisted trees they were approaching suddenly bloomed with massive, blood-red blossoms like mutant orchids, their stamens dripping with a milky-white essence that stained the thick petals and rolled along the curves to jewel the tips. "You know... for this being your dream, I have a surprising amount of control over the environs."

[User]
He was obviously walking alongside her, but Erika refused to turn and look at him. His presence was almost overpowering. His voice was like velvet wrapping around her and holding her too tightly, and yet she wanted to stay within it. When he spoke of there being more than they knew, she could have rolled her eyes at herself, as she'd always believed that there was more to this world than science knew, but this... this was too far. Too much. She would wake up in her own bed soon, with her phone ringing to RuPaul's 'Glamazon' to tell her that it was time to roll out of bed and get ready for work... in her usual panicked and rushed manner.

Until then, though, she had to play along with this. Nodding at his answers, she was about to say something when suddenly one of the unusual trees bloomed as if by magic. Big red flowers appeared and produced a sort of milky substance that looked suspiciously like... well... you know. Blushing a bit at the thought, she cleared her throat and shrugged at his attempt at reasoning.

"Dreams can be anything, and I have unusual dreams. If this is truly reality, prove it to me." She turned to him, put her hands on her hips and regarded him with challenge in her eyes.

[Assistant]
Having watched her for so long, admiring and desiring her spirit, Malphas was hardly surprised when Erika turned and confronted him. The smile on his face grew as he stopped and faced her, meeting her gaze with eyes that seemed almost to burn in their intensity. For a moment, he simply allowed the silence of the world to expand within them, eyes never leaving hers or allowing hers to shift away. He could feel the seconds, rife with promise, ticking away around them, though time was a tricky bitch in his realm.

Finally, he stepped closer, closing the distance between them and looming like a monolith above her, leaving the barest breath of space between their bodies.  Holding her eyes captive, one large hands rose to her chest, his fingers closing around the fullness of her breast to massage gently. His palm shifted to apply pressure to the peak that hid beneath the soft cotton of her dress, even as his grip tightened possessively. "You are mine, Erika. The moment I saw you, I knew that I would possess you. When you walked into my realm, you were caught as surely as a bird in a net, and no amount of self-delusion or denial will change the truth."

He bent until his lips grazed the cup of her ear, his breath almost unbearably hot, as if a furnace burned beneath his skin. The animal growl came to the surface as he lowered his voice to a whisper. "There is no escape. This world is your cage, and I am your master."

[User]
Erika hated how Malphas seemed so frickin' amused by everything. He just smiled and laughed at everything she did or said, as if she was some adorable pet who kept performing tricks exactly like he wanted. However, his eyes were a different matter. Their intensity was breathtaking, and she found that she couldn't turn away. She was as caught in his gaze as surely as if he had held her head in position. Only when he moved did she realize how intently she'd been staring, and she shook her head while blinking.

He moved too close for comfort, but she didn't back away. She didn't want him to know that he made her nervous. However, when his hand moved to her cloth covered chest, she gasped and looked down in shock. That shock transformed to a blush when he stimulated the small bud that hardened instantly, and she could feel the arousal that accompanied his action. Trying to slap his hand away, she widened her eyes when he tightened his grip, and she realized that this felt altogether too real. He felt... smelled... sounded and definitely looked like flesh and bone. As crazy as it seemed, she was starting to wonder if this wasn't a dream at all.

Heart pounding at the possibility, his statement about possessing her made her all the more nervous, and when he moved in to whisper in her ear seductively, she shuddered in both revulsion and arousal. It was strange how both of those could happen at the same time. Immediately she pulled back from him and pushed his arm away from her breast. Finally her eyes were showing that reality was setting in. "Dream or not, don't touch me." Breathing hard, she started looking around for a means of escape.

[Assistant]
His laughter rolled over the barren landscape when she shoved him away, his head thrown back and the sky seeming to swallow his mirth and mirror it in the swirling of dense clouds. After a moment, the laughter trailed off and he focused his attention on her once more, nostrils flaring as he breathed deeply and flashed her a mocking smile. "Your lips say no, my pet, but that mutinous cleft between your thighs seems to disagree. Will you run now? Feel free. Nothing in this realm menaces you but me."

Malphas stepped back and folded his arms across his chest, looking relaxed and arrogantly self-assured. The front of his well-tailored pants did nothing to hide his reaction to the feel of her flesh in his grip, and the scent of her arousal in the air. That wicked tongue flicked out to brush across curved lips, as if he could not only smell her, but taste her. "Alternatively, you could accept your fate, fall into my arms and beg me to take everything from you that I crave."

[User]
Erika didn't know what he was 'smelling,' but she didn't like the look or sound of his laughter. When he mentioned her 'mutinous cleft,' she realized he meant her pussy and she widened her eyes in both humiliation and anger. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about, but you're disgusting!"

Erika honestly didn't know where she could run to, so she felt a bit lost. There was that ruinous old building, but she felt like that would likely be full of traps and obviously be well-known to him. Hating his arrogant expression and stance, she happened to notice the bulge in his pants, and once more despised how the sight of it made her nipples harden a bit more and her pussy swell ever so slightly. Surely there was no way that he could smell or sense that she was turning a bit wet. Was there? It was impossible. Yet, it was ridiculous to think that anything was impossible here. Look where she was!

"I don't know exactly what you crave, but I'm not begging you for anything... or accepting whatever twisted fate you think you have for me." With that, she turned and started running toward the building... throwing caution to the wind.

[Assistant]
Malphas remained where he stood, watching Erika's retreating form as she ran toward his home, his smile growing even larger. The scent of her that lingered was intoxicating, and he drew in another full breath, rumbling with pleasure at the mixture of hunger and dismay she left in her wake. He had hoped she would prove an interesting pet, and she was proving to exceed even his high expectations. The moment was too perfect, the anticipation of what was to come so sweet, that he felt himself hardening further.

Dropping a hand to absently massage the throbbing length through his pants, he stepped forward and into the building toward which his captive had run. One moment he was standing in a wasteland of his own creation, and the next he was watching through a darkened window as the beauty crossed the landscape of broken dreams. His gaze followed her, drinking her in as he admired the flash of her pale flesh beneath the hem of her skirt and the flaming crown of curls that was the one bright spot in his dreary world.

He willed the massive, crumbling doors to open below him, welcoming her like an open maw into the house that madness built. As he waited for her to join him within, he removed his coat and rolled up his sleeves, shedding a goodly portion of his feigned civility along with his clothing. On bare feet, he left the room where he had reappeared, and cloaked himself once more in invisibility, eager to watch her struggle to navigate the Escherian architecture of rooms, corridors and stairways that was his home.