[User] "I wouldn't ask you to do that." She took the glass, taking a slow, deep drink. "I just want to have this mean something more than that I got pissed off and took an offer I shouldn't have. I don't... I don't want you to promise anything you can't give me, but I want a chance." She relaxed a little, nuzzling his temple gently, wine glass held away from them carefully.

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Richter had been bluffing, somewhat, about finding a new job. He was finally getting somewhere in this one, and had no intentions of leaving it. He would have, if there was no other way, but he still breathed a soft sigh of relief at Ashley's response. He nuzzled against her, feeling her relax against his body. One hand slipped up Ashley's side, snaking around and pulling her in closer to his body. He grabbed the other glass of wine and took a slow sip, holding it carefully as he swayed with Ashley almost like they were dancing. As the closeness and movement lulled him into a sense of comfort and relaxation, a buzzing sound from his slacks nearby jolted him right back out.

He grumbled and held one finger up to signal for Ashley to give him a moment, extracting himself and picking his phone up out of his pocket. He sighed as he glanced at the number. _Why is she calling now, of all times?_ He let it ring a bit, toying with the idea of letting it go to voice mail but ultimately pressing the Talk button to answer it. "Hi, honey."

[User] Ashley had been half of the way into a nap, herself, and made a low grumble of protest as Richter extricated himself from under her. She opened her eyes in time to see the play of emotions on the man's face, mouthing a silent "oh shit!" When the man greeted his wife. She found herself with her arms wrapped around her body, leaning back as far as she could from the phone as if Mrs. Richter, whoever she was, might be able to sense her if she got too close. Ashley shook her head at her own reaction and forced herself to unfold her arms and crawl on her hands and knees toward Richter, motions slow and predatory.

[Assistant] Richter gave a slight smile to Ashley, both to try and reassure her and himself. He muttered responses to what sounded like a pretty bland conversation, grinning a little as Ashley crawled towards him. He had to bite back a groan as he reached down and worked his fingers into Ashley's hair, winking at her and guiding her face in towards his crotch. The act had him shuddering with pleasure already which bled a little into his voice. "Oh? Another conference?" He was smiling as he said it, though he tried to remember the exasperation he once felt when he got news like that.

[User] Ashley wrapped her lips around Richter's cock, eyes on his face as she sucked gently at the head. Her tongue swirled teasingly around his glans, and she let out a moan just loud enough that he could feel the vibration. Her hand slid up his inner thigh to cup and stroke Richter's balls, feeling the weight of them in her warm, deft hand as he talked.

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Richter grinned as Ashley wrapped her lips around his cock, not quite hard but still enjoying the sensation. He licked his lips as he worked his fingers deeper into her hair, eyes drifting closed as her tongue masterfully teased around the growing glans. He let out a breath and nodded. "Don't worry, I'll feed the fish. I can take care of myself, you know." There was a hint of annoyance in his voice, but it was hard to stay annoyed with a warm set of lips wrapped around your cock.

He shuddered as he felt a soft moan vibrate around his shaft, eyes opening a little wider as he looked down at Ashley. His mouth was open as her hand cupped his sac, legs spreading. Surprisingly he stayed relatively neutral sounding over the phone.

"Sorry, sweetie. Just a rough day at work. Yeah, I know. Yeah, you too. Have fun at your conference." He sounded a bit more cheery than usual as he got off the call, closing his phone and tossing it away. "You naughty little minx..." He grinned at Ashley and pulled her head in hard, pushing his half hard cock down her throat in a playfully punishing gesture.

[User] _You pulled me in, what did you expect me to do?_ Ashley took his cock down to the hilt, trying not to eyeball the cart that sat waiting for them near the door. She refocused on Richter, keeping her eyes locked to his face as she flicked the tip of her tongue over the underside of his shaft.

[Assistant] Richter groaned as Ashley took his cock all the way down, licking his lips. He stared down into her eyes and let her up slowly, seeing a glance towards the cart. He chuckled and nodded slowly. "Mmmm someone is hungry for something else..." He winked at her and pulled back, moving slow enough that she could recapture his cock if she disagreed. "We could always eat now, and save room for a bit more dessert later." He chuckled at his own joke, watching to see what she would do.

[User] Ashley slid her mouth slowly off Richter's cock, the movie forgotten behind him. "Food, then maybe a shower? I feel pretty sticky." She kissed the man's cock gently, standing and going to get the tray of sadly lukewarm food off the cart and carrying it over to Richter, setting it down on the bed. The young woman paused, looking him over from head to toe. "You are so sexy."

[Assistant] "Sticky? I can't imagine why." Richter chuckled, the sound mixing with a soft moan as Ashley kissed his cock. He watched her get up and licked his lips as his eyes followed her around the room. When she spoke he looked at her with a look that was somewhere between amused and surprised. "Me? You're the one I can't keep my eyes off of." He licked his lips slowly as he made his way to the bed, easing onto it and pulling the cover off the tray. The food wasn't hot anymore, but it still looked amazing.

[User] "I love how you're strong and handsome, but still distinguished. And you always know what to do... you always have the answer, and I hardly ever know things for sure." Ashley's expression was almost shy as she looked over at Richter, picking up her plate. "But you aren't cruel about it, you just expect everyone to do the job you tell them to do, and you don't micromanage unless you have to."

[Assistant] Richter grinned, forgetting the conversation with his wife almost instantly as Ashley complimented him. He licked his lips and climbed up behind Ashley on the bed, running his hands over her soft, warm skin. "No need to be cruel, as long as people do as they're told." He smirked as he said it, kissing Ashley's shoulder. Reaching past her he picked up a plate, sitting back on his knees and eating slowly. "I knew when I first saw you that you would make an excellent submissive." He grinned as he said those words, speaking softly between bites. "Even if you didn't know it yourself."

[User] "I'm not sure what that is, exactly?" Ashley had taken a bite of her food, and had to chew hurriedly and swallow before she could ask her question, hand over her mouth. She licked her lips, picking up the cloth napkin and dabbing them. "Is that like... 50 Shades stuff? People keep telling me to read that." She was stumbling over the concepts, now that the sex was over, and the parts of her that 'knew better than to...' kept interjecting.

[Assistant] "I haven't read 50 Shades myself, but yeah, basically." Richter laughed a little, licking his lips as he watched Ashley eat. "I'm no expert myself, but I know what I like, and what I crave." He came around beside Ashley and settled in, putting his plate aside. "And what it means, to say you're submissive, is that you enjoy, maybe even need, someone telling you what to do, telling you how to behave." He smiled at her and picked up his fork, watching her face for a reaction as he slowly enjoyed his meal.

[User] Ashley stammered a reflexive protest, looking back at Richter. "I... I have a job, I graduated, and I take care of my house and bills, I don't need to be told what to do." She looked at him with an expression that bordered between a frown and a pout, tone hurt at the suggestion. "Just because I don't always have the right answer doesn't mean I don't ever have answers."

[Assistant] Richter turned to Ashley and touched her cheek, trying to calm her stammering protests as he gazed into her eyes. "I never said you weren't successful, or even self-sufficient." He licked his lips, still gazing deep into her eyes and running his thumb over her cheek. "But, think honestly about how it feels when I say this to you..." He paused for a moment and stood up, moving a few steps away from Ashley and snapping his fingers. "Kneel for me."

[User] Ashley felt her breath catch in her throat, heartbeat speeding up as she looked up at Richter, face still flushed with embarrassment and anger that seemed to be simmering in the back of her mind. She swallowed, trying to find her voice again and instead finding herself easing down to her knees in front of the man. "Oh God, what is wrong with me...?" She muttered the words, expression warring between need and distress.

[Assistant] Richter licked his lips, his heart racing as he watched Ashley slip down to a kneel at his feet. He worked his fingers into her hair and gripped firmly, guiding her head back so she was looking up at him. "There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing at all. No more than me, who needs this just as much." He smiled as he said that, easing up on his grip and sliding his hand down over the side of Ashley's face, cupping gently. "Good girl." He smiled at her as he spoke, brushing his thumb across her lips.

[User] "This is crazy." Ashley muttered that before Richter's thumb brushed her soft, pink lips, making them part gently as she looked up at his face, somewhat reassured by his words and steady expression. "So... now what? What happens from here?" She mumbled against his thumb before kissing the pad, lips lingering on his skin.

[Assistant] "What do you want to happen?" Richter smiled as he felt Ashley's soft, pink lips part against his thumb. He gazed down into her beautiful eyes, shivering as she kissed his thumb, his breath catching in his throat. His words were still steady, though he felt the haze of lust must have looked thick in his eyes. "I may not always have the answers, and I won't expect you to never have any."

[User] It was a couple weeks later, and Ashley had mostly gotten her desk set up the way she wanted it. She was positioned in front of Richter's office, and even though she knew that no one knew anything, she had the persistent feeling that everyone could tell what happened in the hotel they went to sometimes after work. She dusted off her hands, using the scissors from her desk to break down the last box and looking over her new space. She had the picture of her and her husband off to one side where she wasn't going to be looking at it, and there was a part of her that felt guilty about that.

[Assistant] Richter was sitting in his office, leaning back in his chair as he read over the day's reports. He smiled as he glanced towards the door, hearing Ashley working at her desk to get things set up. He ran one hand over the smooth surface of his desk, then reached over to his phone and waited for it to pick up at Ashley's desk. "Ms. Ashley, would you come into my office please?" He had a tone to his voice that was almost teasing, but subtle enough that he was still on the right side of professional.

[User] Ashley reached over her desk, pushing her own intercom button, "Right away, Mr. Richter." She put down her scissors, tucking the flattened box against the wall with the other few, and pushed her hair off her forehead as she opened the heavy door to her new boss's office. She smiled as she stepped through, her pencil skirt and white blouse strictly professional, though she had undone the top button in an attempt to cool off a little while she was hauling boxes. "Did you need something, Sir?" She liked calling him that. It was appropriate for work, but it felt like she was sharing a little secret with him every time.

[Assistant] Richter looked up as the door opened, his eyes drawing up her body slowly to drink her in. He pulled away from his desk and rested his hand on his lap, letting his legs open up wider. "Lock the door behind you. I have some hands on work I need you for." He spoke softly but kept his tone professional in case anyone overheard. His eyes lifted up to hers and he watched her, waiting patiently.

[User] Ashley smiled at that, feeling her heart thumping in her chest as she pushed the door to. She didn't make eye contact with the man who was walking by carrying a manila folder, hoping she looked casual and not like she was about to squirm in anticipation. She ran her fingertips over the lock, turning it very slowly so that it didn't make too loud a noise as the bolt slid home. She turned back to face Richter, licking her lips.

[Assistant] By the time Ashley turned back around, Richter had the button and clasp of his dark gray slacks open, and a smile on his face like the cat that ate the canary. He lifted one hand up and pointed down to the floor, a clear signal that Ashley was to get on her knees before coming to him. "You look beautiful today, Ashley." He spoke softly but surely, his eyes never leaving hers.

[User] The young woman's breath caught, and she found her knees buckling before she fully processed what she was seeing in front of her. She was glad for the carpet on the floor, even if it was rough office carpet as she put her hands down in front of her knowing he could see right down her shirt from this angle. Her skirt rode up a little not quite covering her knees as she bit her bottom lip, a soft reddish pink from her lipstick. "Thank you, Sir. You look so handsome."

[Assistant] Richter licked his lips as he watched Ashley's knees buckle under her, almost like her body was responding without her mind knowing. His eyes lowered as she put her hands down on the carpeted floor, and he made it obvious where his gaze was. He motioned for her to crawl to him, staying mostly quiet as he moved his hand away from his lap, allowing her to see the large bulge forming there. When he spoke, his voice carried that same soft, but professional, tone."Now that you're my personal secretary, there are more responsibilities for you here. Do you understand?"

[User] Ashley took a slow breath, crawling around the desk to Richter with her ass swaying. Her skirt clung to it, though she had to move slowly to keep from catching and risking pulling down the hem. "Yes, Sir... can... could you explain what they are?" She was trying hard not to stare at the bulge in Richter's slacks, but it was right there and she could practically smell his arousal as she got closer to him.

[Assistant] As Ashley crawled around the desk, Richter's breath caught in his throat for a moment. He felt Ashley trying so hard not to stare, and he sat back comfortably as he let the silence grow for a few seconds longer than necessary. "Of course. You are to tend to some of my more personal needs. What that entails may change on a daily basis. Getting my lunch or dinner, depending on the time of day. Picking up my dry cleaning. Helping me with... a little relief." He smirked at that last one, swaying a little in his chair as he reached down and unzipped himself, exposing his navy blue boxer briefs to her gaze.

[User] Ashley licked her lips, tasting her lipstick and shuddering with pleasure. She could feel her nipples getting hard, pressing through her bra and blouse, and nodding wordlessly. She realized an answer might be expected of her, and she sat back on her heels, the leather of her shoes creaking a little. "Nn... Yes, Sir! I can do that..." Her eyes drifted away from his eyes, down to the bulge in his boxer briefs, and her hands grabbed in the fabric of her skirt so she wouldn't go for him immediately.

[Assistant] Richter smiled wider as he watched Ashley reach for her skirt, almost holding on for her life. He leaned over, reaching down for one of her hand and lifting it away from her skirt to his lap. He pressed her soft palm into the hot bulge of his cock, groaning softly and closing his eyes. "There's a job you can do right now, to start your new responsibilities." He winked at her and released her hand, leaving it on his lap as he sat back, tapping one hand gently over the wooden surface of his desk.

[User] "Ohh... Yes, Sir!" Ashley was already kneading and rolling her palm over Richter's hot bulge, her fingertips stroking over him gently. She looked up at his face, enjoying the fine wrinkles around the corners of his eyes as she pulled his cock free from his shorts. She lowered her eyes again with a happy moan, her tongue stroking over the head and down the length of him.

[Assistant] Richter groaned softly as Ashley ground and kneaded her palm into his cock, her fingers stroking over the growing bulge. He smiled down at her as she looked up, the smile reaching his eyes in a way it hadn't in a long time around anyone else. He licked his lips as she pulled his shaft free, fingers slowly running through her hair. When her tongue touched the head of his large cock it jumped a little in her hand, his eyes rolling back in his head as she started working her way down. "Mmmm you are going to work out perfectly..." He laughed a little, muttering the words as he allowed himself to get lost in pleasure.

[User] Ashley beamed up at him, a little shyness lingering in her expression even as she wrapped her mouth around his cock and sucked on the thick head. She moaned softly, wondering if he could feel the vibration of it as she worked her soft lips down the length of his shaft. She slurped, trying to get every inch of him slick so she could glide her mouth up and down his shaft, shuddering with pleasure.

[Assistant] That little bit of shyness caused Richter's cock to throb in Ashley's soft mouth. He groaned a little bit louder as her mouth wrapped around the thick head of his cock. He shuddered as she moaned, leaving his hips still as she slurped her way down. As she worked him over his head fell back, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Ohhhhfuck..." He groaned and ran a hand back through his graying hair, exposing gray hair that he usually tried to hide.

[User] Her ear was tuned toward the door, and Ashley was trying hard not to make too much noise as she started bobbing her head. Her soft, warm mouth stroked his shaft, and she closed her eyes for a moment to enjoy the taste of clean skin and the slight manly musk that she could still pick out under the smell of clean skin and faint perfume of soap from his morning shower. She could feel how hot he was, how hard in her mouth, and when he throbbed it was all she could do not to moan louder as she tried to get the whole length of him in her mouth. She pushed forward, feeling the head of him hit the back of her throat, and looked up with her eyes watering, hoping she wasn't smearing her makeup on his shirt.


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Helen took her time wiping her son clean of cum. Oh what she would have given to get to do this with her tongue, but that would surely have freaked Eric out. Besides, she could still taste the one drop she had already taken in her mouth. When she was done, she watched him do the same with her breasts, smiling as he stammered. He was so cute and innocent. It was very endearing.

"Yeah, sweetie. Mommie's going to take as shower and change into some else too." She stood and found some things that she was going to bring with her to the bathroom. "Maybe later we can order some food and eat it here in our room."

She leaned in and give him another kiss on the cheek. "You did very good, baby. I'm so proud of you." She kissed his lips again and moved towards the shower, hips swaying, but stopped in the door. "I'll leave the door open if you need to use the bathroom. I don't mind." She went inside, leaving the door ajar as stated and undressed fully.

After the water was perfectly hot, she went into the shower cabinet, her nude body visible through the frosted glass; but blurring out all details.

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"Umm... sounds like a plan to me." Surreal, definitely surreal that was the only way Eric found he could describe that day much less the ever-escalating sexual tension even his inexperienced self could pick up on between his mother and himself. The events since returning to their hotel room only had him wondering when that tension would finally snap, he definitely wasn't going to risk anything and his mother had made it clear she wouldn't, so what was going to happen? She'd already teased him toward three raging erections just that day, they'd all but made out with one another just over an hour ago, as she kissed him before saying he did good and left to shower leaving him with his own thoughts as she swayed her hips into the bathroom.

It was hard for him to tell if that was a sly invite to look at her in the shower or just a genuine offer as his feelings toward his mother were being twisted up and mixed with genuine sexual attraction. This was only the first day as well and he was fairly sure there were still nearly two remaining weeks, he wasn't sure how he was going to deal with the confused mix of feelings his mother was stoking in him. Her confession to loving to suck cock coupled with his own burning curiosity as to how it would feel were warring with the fact that she was his mother. Eric's cock refused to soften fully as the sound of the shower filled the room with a subtle ambiance that only had his imagination running wild, his mother's breasts had felt incredible and the idea she was naked just feet away was playing havoc with him. Taking a deep breath he reminded himself of what she'd already said even if her actions seemed at odds with it at times. She was probably just trying to nudge him in the right direction and he was just reading too much into it surely?

Eric took a deep breath, curiosity burning away until he slipped off the bed, telling himself he was just going to wash his hands properly after what had just happened it was at least rational and had absolutely nothing to do with the fact he wondered what his mother looked like naked. Padding carefully toward the bathroom door he peered inside and could see her outline through the frosted glass, blood immediately pushed into his cock again as he cleared his throat. "Just washing my hands quickly." Hoping he didn't sound as nervous as he felt as he moved to the sink trying not to stare too much at the obviously nude form of his mother as she showered.

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Helen felt a little whoozy as she stood in the shower. She had taken things much further this first day of their trip, than she had intended to go throughout the entire experience. She considered slowing down, or perhaps even dialing back. Yet, she couldn't shake the mental image and the memory of the sensations of seeing Eric's rock hard engorged cock, his young body tensing up, lust and pleasure showing on his cute face.

She was all wet, and not just for standing in the shower. She was more aroused than she had been in a long time. Masturbation would surely help take the edge off, just like she had advised Eric. Her hands wandered over her body; feeling those full breasts; with their hard, pink, sensitive nipples. One hand snaked down her tummy, over her mound and found the sweet spot between her legs.

Experienced fingers flicked across and around her clit, while the water splashed over body. She steadied herself against the wall with her other hand. It didn't take long before her body shook. She came, but not loud enough to overpower the shower. Several wonderful waves surged through her body, and as they abated she stood shaking, purring and breathing. Her mind's eye and brain had fantasized about Eric's wonderful cock as she came.

She heard him enter and smiled to herself as he excused his need for coming in. "Okay, sweetie." Helen felt so good now, having just come; cuddly and tired and all tension dissipated. As she heard him finish, she spoke up again. "Honey, would you be a darling and scrub my back? I can't reach."

She opened up the shower door, standing with her back towards him, all naked; wet and glistening. Her ass was spectacular; shapely and round and firm. Her thighs were toned and smooth. The curve of her back was sexy with little dimples in the lower area. She covered her big breasts with her arms, even though she faced away from him, to emphasize that she wasn't entirely showing herself to him. "There's my soap. Use a good portion would you." She continued, teasing, "...well, you know what a big load is."

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Had Eric any idea what had happened just seconds before he'd entered the bathroom his erection would likely have returned in full force even if he was still struggling with the growing sense of sexual attraction to his own mother. She simply told Eric it was okay as he entered to wash his hands and face and despite trying to avoid staring too much he still spent a few seconds longer than he was comfortable with ogling the obscured shape of his mother's nude form behind the frosted glass. Sure, she'd made it clear nothing was going to happen and his working theory was her essentially trying to nudge a little more confidence out of him and yet... he'd masturbated in front of her, cum all over her face and breasts and even felt them, surely they weren't so much toeing the line and simply leaning across it.

Eric took a deep breath as he let the water clean off his hands, as he tried not to let his eyes flick toward the shower too often tempted by the forbidden expanses of his mother's bare skin. He'd just finished and was about to dry his hands when yet another unexpected happening occurred as she asked him to help wash her back. "Umm... s-sure... I can do that." He'd agreed before really even thinking about what it meant, the shower door opened and while she was keeping her breasts covered, the view was in a word: Spectacular. Smooth and toned thighs and an ass that was in his view as close to perfect as anyone could get and he had to actually swallow as she once again teased him with how big a load he'd blown on her when instructing him to use a lot of soap.

_Right, just her back. Just helping. Don't stare too much._ Those thoughts repeated through Eric's mind as the short distance between sink and shower seemed far longer than it actually was, his eyes drinking in the shapes of her glistening buttocks as with a trembling hand he reached past her to the soap. He let the shower wet his hands as he used a generous amount of soap as he realized he was still staring despite her looking at him making him swallow nervously again as he spoke again. "Okay, here... goes." He said with a wobble in his voice as his hands gently pressed against his mother's shoulders, the warmth, smoothness and mix of soap and water felt amazing in his hands as he swiped both of them down over her shoulder blades slowly and then back up, clearly unsure of how hard to press or where was safe to touch.

It took him nearly a minute to have lathered up her entire back, his thumps dipping into those subtle dimples just above the ass that had his cock once again as hard as a rock and he couldn't recall ever being as horny as he'd been that day already. "Let me know when to stop..." He said softly, simply enjoying the feel of her skin under his hands, he didn't dare go too low, as tempting as it was to just fill the blank in his imagination as to how it would feel.

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Helen felt Eric's eyes on her body. She very subtly jutted out her bottom to enhance the view even more. Then there were hands on her back, rubbing lightly. It felt good. She glanced at him over her shoulder. "Good boy. Keep going. A little more. This takes all the tension away."

She stopped covering her breasts, but still had her back towards him. At best he might catch a glimpse of sideboob. Instead, her hands moved up to hold up her hair, showing off her slender neck and giving Eric a chance to wash that high as well.

Foam and water trickled down, over her bubbly ass and lovely thighs. Helen closed her eyes and imagined being fucked in the shower. Being taken hard up against a wall while water splashed over her was just lovely. She finally looked at him again, smiled and winked. "Thank you, tiger. That was perfect. I'm just going to finish here. You can stay if you like."

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Eric was genuinely trying to avoid sexualizing his mother but she wasn't helping in that regard when she jutted her ass out to draw his eyes to its perfectly bubbly shape that had his cock already stiffening again as he washed her back and was unable to take his eyes off her as water and soap built up only to be washed away leaving him staring at bare skin. She stopped covering her breasts but it wasn't like he could see much beyond the pleasing shape from the sides, while he knew it was wrong there was one word to describe his mother. She was hot which made the fact his father had refused to go along on this trip meaning Eric had come along instead seem completely and utterly baffling to him. He was only looking... and touching a bit... and they kissed but she was just helping him, right? So there was nothing wrong with it? It was a strange knot to untangle but soon enough his mother turned around to thank him and he took a step back, offering her a bashful smile.

"Happy to help, mom..." He said softly while unable to fully avoid admiring her bubbly ass once again as she offered to let him stay plus he wasn't even sure why but he nodded and shuffled to perch by the sink, feeling a little guilty he'd agreed just to admire his mother naked some more. He had no idea what was going to happen over the next two weeks together, much less what would happen beyond that, his worries about college had been replaced by a growing infatuation with his own mother. Not that he felt anyone could blame him, even some of his friends had used to tease him for having a MILF of a mother. He'd been able to wave it off back then the barrier between mother and son had begun to melt away under his mother's intoxicating attention and amid those musings, there was a realization.

There was only one bed in the room, at any other time it wouldn't have even entered his mind as an issue to deal with but he always slept in just his underwear and a t-shirt and the idea he'd be right next to her had his mind pushing many a sexual thought into the foreground. "Did... you need a hand with anything else?" He finally said, not feeling entirely comfortable standing there quietly admiring her, that ass was however definitely incredible and he just hoped he could find a girlfriend at college with a set of buttocks even close to his mothers. Now that felt like a weird thought... using his mother as the yardstick for potential girlfriends.

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"Thank you, sweetie. You're the best!" She glanced over her shoulder to see Eric standing near the sink, watching her. Well, if he wanted to watch, she was going to give him a view he would never forget for the rest of his life. In a good way, preferably.

She let the water rinse off the lather from her back, while soaping up her front; still with her back towards Eric. Soon, her big breasts were soapy and slippery. Her hands continued downwards washing off her abdomen hips and then reaching back to her ass.

Helen bent down to wash her thighs and legs, which had the effect of exposing more of her ass. And from that angle, her bare sex was partly visible between her legs; When she finished washing, she turned halfways, barely covering those breasts with her arms. "Yes, sweetie. Will you get me that towel?"

She gave him a glimpse of her front before wrapping the towel around herself and stepping out of the shower; her big breasts and her bare sex, and her body glistening wetly. "Now, I'm going to dry off. Could you find me some lingerie in my things."

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His mother really was putting on quite a show in the shower and it was apparent even to him she was enjoying the way he looked at her. Eric wasn't really sure how else to approach it beyond simply letting his eyes feast on her nude, glistening form in all its glory albeit she wasn't quite showing him everything but definitely enough to ensure that his cock was once again as hard as a rock despite the orgasm he'd had. The way her hands would glide over soapy skin and the way she bent over giving him just the merest glimpse between her thighs at her bare sex before asking him for a towel, he grabbed it and walked over to hand it to her and couldn't pull his eyes off her breasts as she uncovered herself for a fraction of a second to pull the towel around her. How was he going to last two weeks of this without going crazy? He genuinely wasn't sure but maybe there was some method to it he couldn't see in regards to her teaching him... though it was hard to see it as anything other than teasing.

"Uh, sure... back in a minute." Pick her some lingerie? She was going to sleep wearing what he could pick, on the one hand, he could pick something relatively safe and help him resist his mother's charms for a while longer or he could pick something risque, skimpy and revealing and see if she'd actually wear it. Eric made his way over to her luggage and found all her underwear was pretty much lingerie to some degree and neatly packed making it easy to see. There was a white set, lacy and tasteful that felt like it'd be safe or there was a black set which looked akin to a handful of string and wouldn't leave much to his already feverishly aroused imagination. He swallowed again wondering what he was even thinking as he put the white set back and carried the black stringy lingerie into the bathroom to hand it to her.

"I... wasn't sure which one you would like more." He said as a means of explaining away his choice beyond the simple fact he felt like he was toying with fire if she wore that to bed he would definitely have trouble getting to sleep... if he even could. The fact she had packed so much lingerie made him wonder just what she'd originally planned to happen on the trip with his father or if she'd changed it once it was clear he wasn't coming and Eric was. All he could do was watch, wait and wonder, his imagination refusing to let go of the sexual desires that were growing toward his mother.

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Helen could read Eric's face and body-language like an open book. And she loved how she clearly made him feel, albeit with an undertone of guilt. She just couldn't help herself. While he was away to fetch her underwear, she dried off her body and hair a little. When her son returned, Helen gave him a warm smile. "Thank you sweetie. Those are fine. I assume they are something you like?" She bit her lower lip and leaned a little closer and put the tip of her index finger lightly on his rock-hard bulge again. "It looks like you have to be emptied multiple times a day."

She kissed his cheek. "Now, why don't you order us something to eat from room service while I get into these? You know what I like." She needed a bit of time to take care of her evening routine. There were lotions and things she didn't think Eric would mind watching her apply, but not now. And there were boring things, like blow-drying her hair. Finally, she got dressed in the lingerie and stepped back into their main room.

The black set of underwear was a sexy contrast to her pale skin. It emphasized her curves, accentuated her big breasts and sensual thighs, and---when seen from behind---made her ass sensational! She stood in the doorway to the bathroom and let Eric admire her for a moment, before climbing into the bed next to him. "Mommie looks good for her age, don't you think?"

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His mother's teasing didn't seem to stop and if he could choose one word to describe it, that word would be relentless and yet subtle as well as he handed her the lingerie she seemed to know full well he'd chosen what he'd like to see her in and didn't make any sign of refusing it either. She just smiled and leaned in pressing her finger to the throbbing shape of his cock as she mentioned that it seemed he needed emptying multiple times per day before sending him on his way to order food while she got dressed. All he could do was walk away feeling like he was going to spend the next couple of weeks as hard as a rock around his mother if she kept up what she was doing.

Eric ordered a pizza, something simple just to top the night off as he ordered the usual topping, ham, mushroom and the like as he put the phone down as his mother did her thing in the bathroom. Luckily, it arrived before she came back and he set it on the table before climbing back onto the bed. It was then his mother reappeared wearing the rather skimpy black lingerie he'd picked out for her and seemingly let him admire the view plus he wasn't sure if he was going to regret it or not as she sauntered over to the bed and climbed on next to him stating she looked good for her age. Whether it was arousal or something else Eric wasn't sure but he blurted out the reply before even fully thinking it through. "You look amazing... mom... better than most girls my age."

It took a few seconds for him to realize what he'd said but he just blushed and opted not to retract the statement as it was definitely true and it wasn't just the lingerie or how painfully horny he was at that moment. If nothing else came of the trip, it would at least not be one he'd ever forget any time soon as the image of his mother's practically nude form alongside him felt like it was burned permanently into the back of his mind. His mother was sexy and the barrier between mother and son may as well have been a wall of ice being boiled away by the steadily steamy interactions they'd been having. "Did... I pick a good lingerie then?"

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"Thank you, sweetie." She smiled proudly at the compliment. She was on her side in the bed, facing him; the curves from her waist to her hips emphasized in this position. "Yeah, I do think we have the same taste in lingerie. You just let mommie know, and I'll wear anything you like."

She rested her head on her hand as they lay like this, face to face, talking. Sometimes, Helen was just quiet and looked into her son's eyes with a soft smile on her pretty face. The love in her eyes was clear and radiant.

After a little while, there was a gentle knock and their pizza was delivered. The two could enjoy it side by side in bed. Helen ate a slice and got a naughty look on her face when she imagined it having some extra special sauce from her son. When they were done eating, and had cleaned up a little, she snuggled a little closer to him. She put one leg over his and one hand on his chest.

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"You... will?" Eric asked with more than a hint of disbelief in his voice toward his mother, the idea she'd wear any lingerie he wanted wasn't helping his dick to calm down and the way she was laying on her side was... alluring to the extreme a fact that was only amplified further given the love that seemed to shine behind her eyes and he wasn't entirely sure if it was just motherly love anymore. The knock at the door and the pizza that followed it provided a brief distraction at least from the relentless sexual tension even he could feel between them and once again he found himself unsure that he wouldn't go crazy if she was going to be acting that way for two weeks.

When the food was gone, the room was cleaned up and there were no other distractions his mother returned to lay against his side although in a far more intimate way than before making his softening erection quickly return to a throbbing stiffness. She had draped one leg over his and was resting a hand on his chest, though that was easily the least erotic part of the entire affair to his hormonally charged mind at that moment. How she had positioned herself meant that one of his arms was underneath her and the only comfortable place for it to rest was on the glorious shape of her ass. Naturally, he hesitated letting his hand come to rest there first but short of holding it at an awkward angle for an extended amount of time he had little other choice.

So, he finally just relented as his palm came to rest on her ass directly which he couldn't help but give a squeeze, finding it felt even better than it looked which was saying something given his mother was frankly stunning, sexy and hot all at once. It made his cock ache as he once again inwardly questioned why his father had passed on the trip at all given he was fairly sure if he had someone like this mother, he wouldn't want to be apart from them for too long... he was fairly sure if he got a girlfriend that he'd hope they would love giving head like she apparently did. "So... what are we doing tomorrow?" He asked figuring it was one way to make conversation and also prepare himself for any bombshells like that day had held.


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The pixieish Goth did her best to not keep looking back over her shoulder as she waited in line to get their drinks. Esti seemed perfectly cool so far---but the weird factor was off the scale. Not with her as much as the people around them---Razor was pretty mainline, once you got past the piercings and the hair, and she couldn't walk into a place without getting looks ranging from the curious to the outright hostile. How could her prospective roomie, with the horns and the skin and all the other mods slide by without a dingle sidewise glance?

Razor knew the guy behind the counter, vaguely---they'd had a survey class together. "Hey, Franklin," she said, casting one quick glance back at her table. "You see the chick I'm with?" He leaned past her---way to be subtle---and grinned. "Jumping the fence, girl? Oink. And every chance I get. But nah, looking for a roomie. But listen---what color would you say her hair is?"

Sure. She got the look like she just slithered out of a flying saucer. Not the real weirdo. "I dunno. Sorta dark brown? Maybe auburn? Why?" Razor rolled her eyes. "Forget it. Just pull me a PB banana, and gimme another of whatever she had." Sure. he remembered THAT.

When she got back to the table, she had pretty much made up her mind to let it go. But as she slid the glass over, she caught sight of the---admittedly adorable---horns again, and the oddly yellowish eyes. "Psych and photography," she blurted out in answer to the earlier question. "Where are you from?" The words just tumbled out. Not like it really mattered, but damn this was just too weird.

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In the peripheral vision, Esti could see the other woman looking back, but made not effort to move her stare from that retreating backside. Not only was it a lovely sight, the sway was faster than normal, indicating the cute girl was making a point to walk quickly away from the table. It was almost enough to make the demon smile. As amused as she was, there was a level of respect. If Razor could see through her magic, the fact that she had not run screaming from the building was impressive in its own right. Evidently she needed a second opinion if the employee staring pointedly at Esti was any indication, and based on the look of confusion on his face, she was asking the sort of question that made no sense in the context of her being just another cute college girl with a somewhat goth fashion sense.

Humming to herself softly, Esti killed the few minutes of tome waiting for Razor to return playing one of the inane little games on her phone, but the device disappeared into a pocket as soon as her hopefully future roommate came back. Slurping down the last of her smoothie, she stabbed the straw with gusto into the new, and took a long pull. "Yummy! Thank you." Leaning in, she propped one elbow on the table and rested her palm in her hand. "That's a cool choice. Maybe I can be the subject of your work sometime." She left it hang as to which subject she was referring to. When Razor asked where she was from, Esti's smile turned into a beaming grin that displayed he cute little fangs. Those yellow eyes shone with mischief, and she leaned in to conspiratorially whisper. "You already know the answer to that, don't you?" There was not a trace of doubt in the demon's words or expression. "The real question is how you know. What are you, Razor?"

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"Wait---what?" The girl was making no sense. Though that close, almost nose to nose... the eyes weren't contacts. That was no natural color. And the tiny fangs. And the horns. And the skin...

"NO WAY!, " Razor burst out, then, making a face at the people who turned around to stare at her, repeated much more softly, "No fuckin' way." Esti couldn't possibly be saying..."You're not. Nuh-uh. No such thing." Was there? And wouldn't it be cool if there were? Cool and... scary.

"I call bullshit. But if you aren't busting my balls-" Impossible. But then why could she see the girl's real form, when no one else could. Or, assuming bullshit---why did Esti look so different to her than to everyone around them? A frown furrowed her dyed and plumped eyebrows. "I mean, like... I read through the Satanic Bible, and the Golden Bough. Mostly to see my folks' faces when they saw them lying around. But it was all crap. Wasn't it?"

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Esti's mouth curved into a sweet smile at Razor's outburst. One delicate eyebrow arched at the vehement denial. "No such thing? All evidence to the contrary my dear. May I presume that you trying to be subtle and still get an answer to confirm what you are seeing is why the man behind the counter was giving you such a weird look?" The smile grew. "Do you not wonder why no one at all is put off by my appearance? Hell, even if I was just a weirdly dedicated cosplayer, do you think Betty bible thumped over there would not be calling an exorcist?" She indicates the older woman a ways away who appeared to be prepping for a Sunday school class. "It's magic. People see what I project... which by the way, isn't Asian. That was a test after I noticed your eyes kept drifting to the horns that you shouldn't be able to see."

Pausing the let her words sink in, Esti took another sip of her drink. She simply kept drinking when Razor offered her best guess and snorted when she finished. "Hun, thousands upon thousands have read those books. If that's all it took, my kind would have been outed a long time ago. Are you sure your parents were upset about those books? Because I've heard of very powerful witches and warlocks being able see our true forms and maybe that got passed down to you. Are you adopted maybe?" She leaned in closer, their lips almost touching. "Or are you just very special?" Those amber eyes seemed to stare into her soul in search of the answer.

Then she abruptly sat back, observing the other woman, her head tilted to the side quizzically. "But to answer you question, yeah it's a lot of bullshit. The bible, satanic or otherwise, you human notions of good and evil, the nature of gods, angels, and Lucifer especially. A few lucky guesses in a see if shit. Which we can discuss at as much length as you would like when we are roommates, right?" Again that smile was back, showing off her cute little fangs.

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It was a hoax. It had to be. "If you'd ever met my parents, you wouldn't ask that," she chortled as her mind chased its own cute little ass in circles. "Straight, white bread, not-quite-rich-but-sure-as-hell-not-broke moderates. Fiscal fascist righties, social mid left neo-hippies." After all, they hadn't kicked HER ass out, right? "And Mom's got the baby bump pics to prove I'm theirs." The pics, though... all they proved was that proved Ma had been preggers---it didn't follow for sure that Razor was really---

What crap. A hoax, some sort of Candid Camera kind of thing. How did they get all the customers to buy in? Why her? Problems to sort out later. The edgy blonde leaned across the table and lowered her voice.

"So. Are you here to steal my soul?" A scam, maybe? Some sort of weird cult? The soul thing was BS, a trick question. If God existed---and Razor was slick enough and well-read enough to keep the jury in her head out on that---Xhe had left the building well before Elvis. Wasn't paying attention. Didn't give a shit. So long and thanks for all the burnt offerings. Given that, for the devil, or something like the Devil, to still be walking around meddling, sending cute little things like Esti up to Humanville to cause problems... it just offended her sense of fairness. Of balance. For sure no God would make all this and then wander off to let Xhir younger zibling fuck it up. Right? Right?

So if Esti said she wanted Razor's soul (the existence of which she kinda-sorta believed in, but not in any sort of Churchy sense), she was a fake, and after something. If she said no, then clearly she wasn't a demon, right?

Just to be sore, the punk reached up, whip-quick, grabbed hold of one of the red girl's horns and gave it a quick tug. Like a little kid would do with the beard on a department store Santa. Just making sure.

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Razor's description of her parents did lead Esti to the conclusion that it had not been inherited power that let the young woman see who she was. The sudden look of consternation after mentioning the baby bump pics led to the obvious thought and Esti felt bad that her appearance had the young woman questioning her origins. It seemed like a good time to change the topic, or at least guide it away from that particular section of thought. Luckily, the girl's mind was racing along too fast to cling to things for long.

The mention of a soul had the cute demon covering her mouth to stifle her laughter so she did not cause a scene. Those pretty amber eyes danced with amusement though until Esti managed to get control of herself. "Ahem... okay, what the eff would I want with your soul?" She sighed softly. "Okay, is the TL;DR version is that your soul is not something that can be stolen. It is yours and all the thou shalt not bible stuff is crap. One act can't damn you anymore than one act can save you. I can't steal your soul, at worst of could influence you to act against the interest of your soul, and that would be a hell of a lot of work because you seem like a good person. There are enough people heading down without my interference, so don't worry about it."

The suddenness of the motion caught Esti off guard and her teeth came together with a click when Razor tugged her horn. The red-skinned woman went rigid for a moment, her pupils dilating visibly before her own hand came up to grab her would-be roommate's wrist and tug it down to the table. Taking a slow breath, the demon girl leaned in and spoke softly enough the even Razor barely heard. "My dear, I may not be after your soul, but if you continue to make efforts at such public foreplay an example may need to be made all the same." The warm skin of Esti's fingers teased across the fair skin of Razor's forearm, leaving a surprisingly pleasant sensation in their wake.

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Razor's pale face took on a tinge rather similar to the highlights in her hair, a thing she'd always hated about being so pale. It wasn't from Esti's teasing, though, or at least not much. More from looking like a damn idiot, something else she hated. Sure, the young who she was having to accept wasn't exactly Girl Next Door material hadn't minded having her horn yanked, but what had the onlookers seen? The customers who, for whatever bullshit reason, couldn't see what Razor's tablemate really looked like? What had they seen her grab, what part of Esti's body, exactly?

"Sorry," she muttered, then powered won most of her smoothie, using the angle of her head as a cover for sneaking a peek around. No one was openly gawking at them, so maybe she at least hadn't gotten a handful of tit in other folks' eyes. Small blessings. "You're not exactly your usual applicant, though, you know?" Slurp. "What do you need an apartment for, anyway?" Well, duh. Partying and getting laid, probably, same as her. "I mean... can't you just like, magically whammy something up? Or stay at the YWDA?" Young Women's Demon Association. Hey, she thought it was clever, at least.

Oh, and that brought up another question. "And, like... how do I describe you? Demon, devil, Infernal... pit floozy?"

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The sight of the blush had a very obvious effect on the red-skinned and apparently young woman. Her slitted pupils expanded and she kind of squirmed in her chair. It looked reminiscent of a cat preparing to pounce. Her smile beamed, once more showing those cute little fangs. She could see that Razor looked embarrassed and given her experience, could even guess why. "If you're curious, to them it looked like you full on molested me. Just out of nowhere you honked my tit. Really, it is pretty weird behavior for a smoothie shop. I mean if it was a rave or something..." the girl covered her mouth with a hand to not draw anymore attention when the other woman looked utterly mortified. "Only messing with you. People see something that explains it away to their mind, whatever is easiest. You tugged my hair, flicked my forehead, maybe just picked a piece of fluff." She shrugged.

"Why do I need an apartment?" Esti arched an eyebrow. "To live in... maybe this is all a little much. I didn't break your brain did I?" She smirked but gave a wink in the hope that she would not come off like a bitch. "No, I need a place to live. I'm going to school, just like you. Roommates are hard to come by and you were the first person that seemed reasonable enough to tolerate. Sadly, I can't just open a pocket dimension and chill out. It makes it super difficult to have people over. Besides, it would detract from the whole Uni experience. I appreciate that it may be a bit of an adjustment but in the long run I promise I will not be a bother. I just need your blood twice a week." She let the comment hang for a second before she started giggling again. "Again, just a joke. You'll hardly even notice me. I mean, if you couldn't see the real me and I looked 'normal' how would you feel?"

There was something in the way The demon fidgeted with the straw in her drink that made Razor think she was worried about not getting the place. "Well, pit floozy is a new one, and I like it. Although you probably should avoid that outside of just you and me. I mean, Esti is my name... mostly. So that works."

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"But why would you even..." Know what? No. The more questions Razor asked, the weirder the whole thing got. That Esti was so matter of fact about the whole thing did not make it any better. Either Razor was, in fact, talking to a demon about sharing a flat, or one of them was higher than the International Space Station. Or both of them were.

In any case, weirdnesses (and the whole possibility of damnation, soul consumption, human sacrifice, and like that) aside, the red-skinned girl seemed overall pretty cool. At least she wasn't all 'RAWR! Lord Satan! I'll tear your soul apart!' Razor had had some dates like that. Maybe it was better to just not look gift... spirits in the... fangs. Or something. "Well... uh. I don't want to come across like some racist... erm. Speciest? Planist? Asshole, so at least let's go to my place, you can have a look, see if you like it. Nobody else has responded to the advert so far, and as long as you don't, you know, get blood on the placemats or try to pay the rent in corpse beetle wings or something, we're... cool? I guess?" Way to not sound like an asshole, girl.

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Esti regraded Razor, her head cocked to the side quizzically when the other woman abruptly stopped speaking mid sentence. It was a lot to process, she supposed, and the fact that the young woman had neither screamed, fainted, nor wet herself meant that they were doing fairly well. The wheels turning in Razor's mind were almost audible and Esti just waited patiently for her to come to a decision on how to proceed. Outwardly she appeared indifferent, but inside she was jumping up and down with her fingers crossed screaming 'please please please!!'

Again, the big, bad demon giggled at Razor tripping over her words. "Planist, I like that term. Well done, you created a word." Her smile grew wider, showing her cute little fangs. She really liked Razor. The girl was funny and smart (not to mention really fucking cute!). The way her mind worked was amusing as well, corpse beetle wings, really? "I promise all blood sacrifice will be done in the tub and cleaned up promptly afterward. And no beetle wings, I have that weird paper you humans like so much. I think they call it moe-knee... right?" The look on Esti's face made it clear that she was gently mocking the other woman. "Seriously though, I have a stipend for my housing. No worries there, and I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but aside from you seeing my true visage, it will be disappointingly mundane. Unless you want rent paid in sex, that can be a fun arrangement." There was a complete casualness about the way that comment was said that it seemed completely genuine.

Realizing that she had said aloud what was meant to be an inside thought, Esti gave a lopsided shrug. "Soooo, lead on I guess."


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Vicky knew she was talking about something he didn't really understand---maybe would never understand. In fairness, she didn't require him to. This was fun, he made for a good 'owner' for the week, and if he only half-understood her motivations, honestly he had put more work into it than most. She lay her head back down as he returned to the TV, visibly relaxing as he stroked her body, his touch growing more comfortable over time---she was glad he was getting used to the idea of her-as-his.

Grinning when he called her 'girl', she slipped from the couch and got back onto all fours, sauntering toward the bedroom in a way that made her rear look rather inviting, her legs parted just enough to hint at her sex, her movements practiced and graceful---and slow enough for him to easily catch up with her once he had had his fill of the view.

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Jonesy stared, for a good long while. Getting up he continued watching as she made her way into his bedroom. With a grin, he then turned and started turning out the lights, ensuring the door was locked, and not burning issues had been texted from the bar---the normal nightly routine.

Once done, he walked into the bedroom and admired his 'pet' on the bed and his grin widened. "Good girl," he said with a wink, and decided to pull down the covers now before they got into it.

She looked eager as ever, and as he crawled into bed, he decided to really play her game---it wasn't like he wasn't getting something out of it! "Lets try a little more 'fetch' here girl," he said playfully as he sat in the middle of the bed, leaning against the headboard. HE splayed his legs out to either side, and with a smile, "Fine the bone girl!"

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Vicky laughed when he told her to 'fetch', and wiggled her ass cheerfully. "I see you're getting the idea..."

Crawling a bit over on the bed, she settled down between his legs, glancing up at him playfully. Lowering her head, she nuzzled and licked at his shaft, gently urging him back to a full erection. Wiggling her rear again, the tail waving slowly back and forth---which form the flush to her cheeks had an effect on her as well---she let out a triumphant little bark before wrapping her lips around him, drawing him into her mouth. Sucking him eagerly, she worked her tongue across him, content to either do this---or to find him well lubricated for anything else he intended.

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Jonesy chuckled at her compliment, and watched as she went to work. Her tail swayed, and her pigtails bounced as she licked his rapidly firming cock. She had it hard in no time, and actually barked before taking his length into her mouth. Jonesy sat back, letting out a moan in pleasure as she treated his shaft to all the bliss her mouth could expertly bring. It was all too easy to just sit there and let her finish him off---but he had other plans... even if it took some will to remember that.

"Good girl," he praised, petting her head, scratching behind the pigtails briefly. He moved, off to the side, and nodded to the center where he'd just been. "Roll over girl," he smiled, watching her body move.

With her on her back, Jonesy reached over and 'pet' her belly, working up to massage her lovely breasts as well. With her arms and legs encased in the deep red leather still there wasn't a whole lot she could do---but it was pretty plain to him that she didn't want to either.

So after a moment of the 'petting', he slid between her legs, caressing his way up the leather until his hands met her perfect thighs, and gently pushed them apart. He didn't have any more quips or euphemisms about pets---he just wanted her, and wanted to look down into her blue grey eyes as he slid his throbbing cock inside her. He leaned in to kiss her as his hips began a slow rhythm---no hurry, just enjoying himself with Vicky; this amazing, beautiful, creative woman that he was somehow blessed with this week.

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Vicky would have been content to finish him off like that---or let him fall asleep while she tended to him, which she had done a time or two, but he apparently had other ideas. She arched her back when he called her a "Good girl", apparently genuinely enjoying the complement, the pat on her head and the scratch, or both.

Obligingly, she rolled over on her bag, wriggling as he ran his hands over her, largely 'helpless' but also doing very little to suggest she was anything other than delighted with the attention. Her thighs parting for him, she groaned as he worked his way into her, the woman beneath him more than willing, the toy within her causing a pleasant bit of pressure for both of them as he slowly fucked her, returning his kiss with an eagerness that was hard to fake.

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Jonesy loved everything about this, about her. As he gave himself over to the kiss that felt so honest, he swore he wouldn't make this awkward later. He knew he couldn't keep her, could never afford to have her again. He wouldn't begrudge her anything, and just wanted to remember moments like this. A perfect kiss, her pervy outfit as well as her flesh rubbing his skin, her body tight around him, and the feel of fucking her even as the toy in her ass pressed into them both as he did.

He also knew he wanted to please her, or at least her to enjoy herself while with him. She genuinely seemed to be having a good time, but he wasn't sure how long he could last---Vicky was too good, and this insight to a kink she enjoyed just ramped that up for him. His cock continued to plunge deep into her, and her every movement seemed designed draw the maximum pleasure from him. Inwardly he chuckled, she'd make the perfect succubus. Maybe he should have her dress like one?

His thought cleared as the moment grew more urgent. He didn't speed up, but he thrust harder into her gorgeous body. He didn't even try to hold back, he just groaned and shuddered as he came, not pausing in their fucking or kissing until he was entirely spent.

Leaning up, he looked Vicky in the eye with a smile. He didn't' see the pigtails or the leather of her kinky outfit. He just saw a beautiful woman who had thrilled him like no other. "You're beautiful" was all he said, then kissed her before pulling free.

Jonesy gathered her up in his arms, moving them to a sleeping position in the bed and pulled the covers over them. He'd free her, and take care of her in the morning---in fact he was looking forward to it. But now, she'd worked so hard to sate him, that he felt the both deserved the rest.

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Vicky groaned into the kiss, and she was indeed genuinely having a good time, letting out a soft sound even as he thrust. She enjoyed what she did, and enjoyed such an eager, appreciative partner. She too would miss him when the week was done... and she grinned as she felt his pace change, the urgency increasing as he emptied himself inside her. The pliant submissive woman looked up at him, her eyes bright, and she blushed deeply when he told her she was beautiful, the statement striking her as meaning more than just her laying on the bed right this minute.

Letting out a soft sigh, and let him usher her to bed, curling up next to him, staying just a little bit in character as he kept her in her gear, nestling against him like an adoring pet---a feeling she genuinely had for him, and she fell into a fast, exhausted sleep. Her dreams were peaceful, relaxing---they had been the entire time she was loaned to Jonesy, and her eyes flickered open when she felt him move in the morning, nuzzling him gently.

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It was impossible not to wake with a smile as this beautiful woman nuzzled into him. Jonesy lay there for a moment, just holding her---content. But as he slowly woke, his hand drifted and was reminded she was still in her kinky pet gear, and that got his brain working. He had plans this morning.

"Good Morning Gorgeous," he turned and smiled until their lips met. Kissing her always inspired more, but he was on a mission. Pushing himself up, Jonesy reached for her arm and unfastened and slowly pulled the red leather sleeve that kept her from using her hands off. He stopped to massage her hand, and fingers, rubbing any discomfort from being bound all night out of them. Somehow he was certain she was used to far more discomfort and pain---that others who bought time with her were none too gentle or considerate. But he wasn't that way. Even if it had been his money---at worst she'd be an employee, and you still treated them well and with respect---or he did at least.

He removed the other sleeve, and treated her matching had to the same message before moving to her legs and feet. Smiling, he simply held up a finger to his lips to stifle any comments she might have about this. He was going to make certain she was comforted after being his plaything, and that was that.

So after a lengthy foot massage, he coaxed her to turn over, presenting that lovely tail plugged into her backside. He slowly worked that from her lovely ass, and then chuckled. "You know, I'm not entirely sure how to message that..." He kneaded her perfect butt for a moment anyway before moving up to take her pigtails out---leaving her in just the collar as the only thing left of their game last night.

The collar came off, but not before another, deep, thankful kiss. Once she was entirely divested of anything on her body, Jonesy nodded at the bathroom. "And now we indulge in my desire to wash a beautiful woman while we ponder what other antics we can get up to today." He kissed her brow and got out of bed. "I'll get the shower ready, meet you there."

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Vicky was content to lay peacefully beside him for as long as he liked, the equipment she had on causing little more than a dull ache at this point in her limbs and rear, a sort of pleasant background reminder of who and what she was.

Grinning at him, she returned his kiss. "Morning Master." Groaning as he undid her bindings, she smiled gratefully as he rubbed sensation back into her hands and fingers---appreciating the genuine care he seemed to have for her well being. She stretched when she was fully "free", and nodded obediently when he playfully silenced any objection she had to being cared for. Finally, she rolled over onto her stomach, looking back at him, letting out a soft groan as he eased the 'tail' from her, followed by a blush at the comment about massaging that. At last it was just her---well, her and a collar, relaxing languidly on the bed.

She rolled over, watching him leave, and she nodded. "Sounds like a deal." Listening to him start up the shower, she relaxed and enjoyed a moment to herself before rising, her bare feet almost silent on the floor before she slipped into the shower, her hand tracing his shoulders.

"Did you enjoy last night." She playfully took a bottle of body wash, squirting just a bit on her breasts before guiding his hands up to them. "I was promised a through scrubbing..."

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He smiled as she joined him in the shower, and smirked as she squirted her chest with soap. "Yeah, I did enjoy it. Certainly different, but would be pointless to deny that I liked it well enough." he shot her a wink as he got to the scrubbing she was promised, lathering up her pierced tits and working his way down her front.

Jonesy enjoyed feeling up her long, beautiful legs as he covered them in suds, and urged her to turn about. Standing he stared from her shoulders and down her back. Taking a knee he worked the soap over her perfectly round ass, and back down her legs. Finished, he looked up and was again presented with a lovely vision of her tight ass, and he got an idea.

"You know, fun as that where, I do recall missing out on one thing last night..." He gave her a playful swat. He stepped back for the moment and nodded at the soap, "Your turn," he said simply with a smile, looking forward to her hands on his body.

As he stood there, in the opulent shower watching this goddess of sex he simply smiled. He had plans for today, his first real day off since getting her. Once he was clean, those plans started with roughly taking her here in the shower.

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Vicky wriggled a bit at his touch, before obediently turning, exposing her back to him while she rested her weight against the shower wall. "I thought, well, that you should get the full gamut of experience." She blushed as he swatted her rear, grinning at him and winking.

"Only one of us missed out on that aspect, but I'm sure you can find some way for me to make it up to you." She started to soap him, but several times used her body as well, soapy breasts joining her hands as she worked her way up and down him, following a pattern that was deliberately inefficient but meant a great deal of time with her body pressed against his, before she finally stepped aside to let him rinse.

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Vicky was, as always, more than could be asked for. He had no doubt her talented hands would have aroused him sufficiently, but she used everything she had---literally. Her entire body, pressed slid, and caressed him as she made certain every inch of his skin was thoroughly lathered up. He built the opulent shower, but what she could do with soap put any other luxury to shame. Thankfully, today he had both.

Jonesy pulled her under the water with him, and kept up some of the bodily contact. Not a terribly effective way to rinse, but he wasn't her for the efficiency of the shower. He was half hard from all this slipping and sliding against each other, when he reached up, gathered her dark wet hair and tugged her down and to him for a needy, hungry kiss. His other hand toyed, and pulled at her pierced nipples until his lips released hers. "Well Miss Vicky, you've certainly aroused a hunger in me today." He grinned at his own small joke, still holding her neck arched and close to him as his free hand drifted lower to play with even more fun bits of her anatomy.

"Any last minute suggestions on how best to use you today, or shall we just get started?" he asked, fingering her and holding her pinned to him under the water.

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Vicky squirmed playfully as he pinned her, not resisting as much as adding to the tension between them.

"Well, you indulged me all yesterday so... I suppose anything goes." She turned a little bit, winking. "I believe today's goal might be 'ridden hard and put away sore'? If there's anything you've been holding back that you've wanted to try... now's the time."

She pressed back against him, clearly signaling her willingness, for today, to simply be his plaything if he wanted.

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He chuckled at her suggestion, smiling from ear to ear. Challenge accepted. Jonesy spun her around, pressing her to the wall, back arched and ass out for him. He gave that another swat as he guided his cock toward her, pressing inside of her slowly, and deliberately. "Gee, I hope I'm up to the task... I may have to invite friends..." he said as he fed his last inch into her.

He started fucking her hard against the wall, but instead of pulling her hair, his hand slipped around to grab at her throat. Just pressure, not actually choking her---he had no intention of meeting her well paid security service. But today he wanted to be more forceful with her... she made him want to be. Hard to say who got what they wanted more on that then---but he was glad to play.

Jonesy hammered into her, for the first time not focusing on if she was nearing her peak with him; instead just fucking her for his own thrills- and it was a thrill. New. He rammed into her harder at that thought until he groaned and emptied himself inside her hot cunt.

Finally letting go, he backed off and smiled at her as he caught his breath. "OK`` hot stuff, let's dry up and go see what other crazy shit you have back at your place. I'm guessing you have more than a duffel bag of toys over there." He smiled, genuinely at her.

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Vicky yelped when he smacked her wet rear, groaning as he worked his way into her, gasping when he filled her fully. Whether it was nano-tech, surgery, or just a natural gift, she remained pleasantly tight, panting as he started to work in and out of her. She assumed the joke about friends was just that, a joke, but the hand on her throat had it's effect. Even without any real pressure, the very presence of it caused her to stiffen and become a little still---submitting to him, subdued as he hammered into her rear, letting out soft cries that were a mix of pleasure and discomfort as he pounded into her, emptying himself within her.

She took just a moment to rinse herself before she nodded. "Can I get dressed? Or do you want to risk a naked slave girl dash across the hallway?"

When he assented, she squirmed into a top and skirt, not bothering with anything underneath, just enough to get her across the hall. Leading the way, she unlocked her apartment, which looked... remarkably normal. Almost exactly what you'd expect a single woman in her income bracket's apartment to look like. That was, at least, until she led him to the second bedroom, which had been turned into essentially part-office, part-walk-in-toy-closet.

"Take a look, and grab what you like. And of course if you have any questions or need a demo..."

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Jonesy chuckled at her question, and told her of course they could, and probably should wear clothes on this little adventure. He'd never have asked, if she had not previously offered, but curiosity got to him. In running pants and a t-shirt, not even bothering with shoes, he followed her across the hall. Strange, how close they lived, and now... well this week, it was much closer. All this time the pretty lady across the hall was a sex goddess of a prostitute, and one way beyond his means. Well, he supposed, after this, he might try to indulge... maybe once a year. With an inward chuckle he figured he'd never get his own house finished if it means a night with Vicky.

Inside was... well just an apartment. Classy, feminine. Maybe he shouldn't have expected a temple to every hedonistic deity or something. She was just a woman after all, making her way in this chaotic world---despite her job, or her apparent love of it.

And then the extra room came, and it looked like what he'd imagined. Computer terminal and other classic business stuff, and then storage for every conceivable sexual item ever. He'd been to sex shops, he wasn't a prude. She was better stocked. Jonesy chuckled about the demo... but the joke was on him. There was legitimately things here he did not know what they were for. Most, however, he could figure out.

Doing some quick math in his head, he figured how much time with her he had left, and started setting things on her desk. First, actually, were dresses. Refined, elegant, but undeniably alluring dresses. He grabbed two. Then more toys of various natures, and came across a strange... sleeve...? It took him a moment, "For the arms, right?" he added that.

The girl had some footwear, and he added those, including some boots he was pretty sure no one could walk in, but if she proved him wrong, it wasn't like he wouldn't enjoy the show. Finally he found a board, with interesting angle and two short chains, with a strap. This one he had to ask. Her response told him it was for serving... and how it attached to her. Just then he was really thinking about inviting friends... just to see her serve them beers with... this... so he asked. "So, eh. I was sort of joking back there with the inviting friends. But is that something you'd be OK with, or even enjoy? I mean, I'd be lying if I said I'd not imagined seeing you in every way you've hinted at so far."

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Vicky watched him as he wandered through her apartment, finding some amusement in how... mundane... he probably found it. After all, she didn't really bring clients here, instead favoring five-star hotels she could bill to their accounts, or other private spaces that separated her life from her work. Really, he was one of the first people she was letting breach that hard separation.

Which made her laugh when he made it to her office, and the "kid in a candy store" look hit when he started browsing the available options. She nodded when he asked about the sleeves. "Basically what you did with my cuffs, but more substantial." Watching him add items to his small pile, she mentally commended him on his taste.

"I'm told combining the tray with the boots and the arm sleeve makes for a... very particular image." His request surprised her, but she nodded. "I certainly wouldn't mind, and honestly, seeing how they reacted to you having, well... me... would probably be nice. I don't mind group settings at all, so long as we outline in advance what they are and are not allowed to do." Notably, she didn't set those limits then and there---merely state that there needed to be some.

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Jonesy was continually amazed by not only how she tolerated, but actively encouraged her own use. It was one thing to believe a person, but quite another to come to understand the depths of which she meant things. Her stating the combination of attire for one. The encouraging her use in a group---but with rules, that, as he looked, he noticed just how pointedly she did not set. That was for him...

He stopped, and gave that some thought for a moment. Yes, many of his friend did help that night, and deserved some of the spoils. But that's not really how he thought of her either. That... was getting complicated. But for rules he finally nodded, and answered. "How about only partaking of what is offered, and what I might direct at the time. A poker night. Winner of the round sits out the next, and enjoys your affections for a moment? Meanwhile you play amazingly sexy waitress?" he thought for a moment more, "Are women off the menu? Sandra was pretty instrumental that evening. I'd be a shit if I didn't invite her." he chuckled and shook his head, "Look at the things you have me considering! You're a terrible influence on a guy!" His grin said he was not at all upset about it.

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Vicky saw the surprised, and somewhat pleased look on his face as she made subtle suggestions as to the utility of what he was looking at, quirking her head to the side as he started to think more seriously about his offer. Presumably trying to decide exactly what of her he wanted to share---and if she flattered herself, how he might feel seeing her serve someone else.

Smiling gently, she nodded. "I think I could be a prize for the evening's game---whether and how I'm given directed by you, and making sure you're all properly hydrated in the meantime?"

She grinned at his next question. "Well, we can't have you looking bad. And yes, women are on the menu." She kissed him on the cheek. "I hope I'm the good kind of bad influence."

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He nodded at her suggestion, and grinned at her response. The kiss, a quick friendly gesture, was not what he'd expected however. Somehow... it meant more---here. Across the hall, in his home, she was his. Here, this was her turf. It seemed different. Maybe he was reading too much into it.

Jonesy did have to chuckle at her comment, "The best kind of bad influence, I assure you." he retorted, and added a few more items before looking to bag it all up. Thankfully, she was used to transporting her own gear, and so they wouldn't be fumbling arm loads of loose perverse paraphernalia across the hall. Still, he'd picked out a bunch.

He wouldn't let her carry anything but the smallest bag, as he hoisted the rest and they made their return. He got an idea then, and as they entered his house, he made fro the back room. The walls and ceiling wasn't finished, but the faux-hardwood floor was in.

He set her stuff down, and pondered for just a moment. One corner of the room was full of tools and supplies. "Gimme a second here." Within ten minutes he had a shelf, with a bar to hang clothes under it, and small table drug over. "Well, it's not perfect, but you've got half the room for your stuff for the rest of your stay. If you think of anything else you could use, let me know. I might be able to whip something up." He started unpacking, and hanging her items respectfully on the bar, or placing them on the shelf or table.

He had to laugh at himself, and then grinned before letting her in on the joke. "You know, it's pretty weird to both want you to be comfortable while you are here, but also to be looking forward to tying you up and fucking you until my dick falls off. Not sure what that says of my hospitality."

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It was different because it was her, genuinely her, in a space that was hers. Not a toy, not a paid-for companion, but in that moment, her actual self. Vicky helped him put everything in a few bags, most of what she had on hand being easily transportable. For more complex equipment, she most often rented a specialized space.

"Quite the gentleman..." She let him carry everything but a small, light bag of accessories, following him to the unfinished back room, watching as he quickly assembled a makeshift storage room for her. She watched for a moment, genuinely touched by the care he took with her things, before she joined him in unpacking, making sure everything was laid out so he could also find what he was looking for.

"It says good things. It says you take care of what's yours. It's like..." she picked an analogy that flattered herself a bit. "It's like when a rich guy takes a sports car to track day. Sure, by the end of the day the tires are trashed, there's brake dust all over the car, and the gas tank is empty, but he's still going to drive it home, put it in a garage, and lovingly wash it the next day." She grinned. "I'm meant to be used, and used hard. But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate also being cared for."

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Jonesy listened to her, and smiled along at her analogy. "Well, I think I can live with that assessment then." he smiled and winked. "But you are way more fun than any car, I promise." With that he looked over all the stuff they brought and picked up some bright red rope that sort of matched her hair.

"Well, how about you put on that fishnet bodystocking and black corset with all those cute heart locks, and I'll go see if I can figure out what to do with this." He gestured with the rope in hand. "I rather like the idea of that pretty rope bondage... what's it called, the Japanese stuff. Anyway, I'll do a bit of research, see if I can find a how too. Unless you want to walk me through it?" He leaned in and kissed her, and it was getting more comfortable to simply do. He liked that.

A few quick texts from his comms pad and the evening poker game was on. He neglected to tell anyone about the special guest, but it wasn't like they didn't know he had a week long sex slave. They were smart folks, they'd get the hint.

It didn't take him long to figure out what he wanted to try---shibari, though one site said it wasn't quite the correct word. He'd start simple a box tie up top and frog tie on her legs, leaving her all kinds of accessible. It seemed like a solid plan.