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   The SoMuchi Doll
   MF Mg(doll) MFg(doll) Mg Cons, Rom, Pett, Pedo, Oral, Mild Bondage, Piv,
1st, Teen, Preg, Extr Pedo, Inc
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   Somuchi, the closest doll to perfection ever created.  Today wasn't the
day I should have seen that claim on their internet website.
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   Whoopie!  Happy Fucking Birthday!
   I hate having to celebrate another goddam birthday all alone!  And as if
being alone today wasn't bad enough, I'm now officially over the hill, the
big four-oh.
   Pretty soon, all the stuff that used to be tight and hard will be
sagging and limp.  I can't imagine a more disgusting way to approach
maturity than to know that in the not too distant future, say five years or
so, I'll be spending more on doctor bills and prescriptions than anything I
could have on booze and broads in the last ten or twenty.
   I think for a birthday present, I'll stick the barrel of a shotgun in my
mouth and pull the trigger.  That should take care of my aging problem.
   Problem is, just as much as the next person, I hate the thought of
making a big mess and then someone having to clean it all up.  And then
there's ALL THAT NOISE!  Maybe I'll try it later if I'm still up to it.
   I had hoped my former 'girlfriend' would have still been around, but
what was I possibly thinking?  I'd been warned to enjoy the delights of a
young stripper ONLY where she was employed, and yet, the very inexperienced
novice exotic dancer seemed just as anxious to have a full-time boyfriend
as I needed someone to help me relieve some daily tension.
   Ever since I paid for her laser hair-removal treatments, she's been so
much lovelier, all of that luscious skin baby soft and smooth as silk.  I
even got the distinct impression that she appreciated my funding the twelve
monthly visits, her reward to me after each session being a private three
hour table dance, at HOME!
   She's FAR too much in demand these days, like my paying for her
treatments is why all those other horny guys love to look at her.
   But, DAMN her cunny looked gorgeous after she had that done.  I knew
under all that curly dark hair was a perfect yonni!  I guess all the guys
at the dance club where I met her must have agreed with me, because I lost
whatever chance I had to keep her confined to my small apartment once she
had gained considerable popularity.
   Within a week after the last treatment, she had five marriage proposals,
one of them mine.  I had always been told NOT to try to date a dancer, no
matter how young, hungry or in need of a 'boyfriend'.  They'll dump every
man that comes along for a richer one soon enough.
   Trust me.  Take it from a man that has experienced it for himself. 
Whomever tells you that from now on, BELIEVE THEM!
   I guess I should just go back to my computer and surf the web for a
while looking for porn.  Maybe I'll get lucky and find a cool site with
lots of naked little angels.
   RIGHT!  Like I'd get THAT lucky!
   I could only HOPE that I'd find a web site like that a few years ago. 
Now that the FBI and Interpol have REALLY cracked down on the viewing and
transmission of images with beautiful lolitas, it's been nearly impossible
to have ANY fun, visual OR mental!
   Just about the ONLY type of satisfaction at all was a few very
supportive and free story sites around the country that supported those of
us that liked to have mental fantasies about laying naked next to a lovely
young woman after a few hours of fantastic sex, both participants sweaty,
tired and incredibly happy.
   After a few minutes of quiet reflection, I fired up my rather impressive
three gigahertz deskside with over 900 gigs of hard drive space that had
all the right software installed, the firewall, sniffer, virus protection,
encryption, renaming, I/P anonymizer and tight browser software and a VERY
stable version of the Windows OpSys waiting in a series of ones and zeroes
for just the right electrical impulses to provide me the necessary
operation.  Cranking up the goliath took a whole of two minutes and I
looked forward to once again wasting my time surfing the web for pictures
of lots of OTHER guys' lovely daughters, nieces, granddaughters and
neighborhood lolitas.
   My only consolation was the secure knowledge that I'd NEVER get caught
with a little girl in MY bed!  I might have been tempted and foolish enough
to collect IMAGES of the younger crowd a few years ago, but doing so now is
like an instant death sentence.  It's always better to live a mental
fantasy alone and anonymously than to die a painful reality.
   I anxiously waited for the system to quietly inform me that it was ready
for yet another long boring session of my surfing for porn.  If my computer
could have told me what it was thinking, it would have cussed me out for
wasting IT'S time!  Although I knew it was trying to revolt by taking a few
seconds longer than last time, I patiently waited until it provided me with
a lovely pale teal screen and lots of desktop icons.
   Once all the hardware was nicely warmed up and ready for work, I got
comfortable and tried to look forward to spending some quiet time alone. 
It didn't take me very long to carefully wend my way through a predictable
series of steps that I had practiced many nights before, finally seeing my
first new and intriguing site.
   Hey!  What's this?  NO WAY!  She looks so REAL!
   I hadn't been online for more than fifteen minutes when I found a link
to a rather unusual website for a Japanese doll manufacturer.
   'So-Muchi-Girl.  The Little Girl Of Your Dreams.  You will NEVER be
alone or lonely again.  She is everything your heart and soul desires. 
Every So-Muchi-Girl is created EXCLUSIVELY and uniquely for each client,
customized to the specific requirements to satisfy even the most
discriminating of owners.  Size, proportion, weight, race and age are but a
few of the parameters that may be specified.  For every request beyond the
basic parameters, an amount proportional to the complexity of the work
required to produce the expected results is compulsory.  A detailed list of
the available parameters and of ALL the possible modifications from the
basic design will be included upon receipt of the initial deposit.'
   'The images below provide only the slightest glimpse of how beautiful
and incredibly real each So-Muchi-Girl is detailed and extraordinarily
crafted.  High resolution images of her whole body, including extremely
close up views of the portions not shown here of our little girls are
available upon request.  Please follow the instructions below to obtain
your personal application password via e-mail, so you may enjoy the beauty
of her perfect form on our secure image server.'
   'WARNING!  Your password is only valid for twenty four hours after your
initial request.  Do NOT submit your request at this time if you will not
be able to immediately return to our site within a few minutes.'
   WOW!  What a cutie!  She looks so much like a few of the younger girls I
used to see on a panty-shot website from Japan.  Of course, THOSE 'girls'
were most likely of legal age but made up to look like a ten or twelve year
old.  Since almost all Asian women keep their child-like beauty until their
twenties, it was almost impossible to know if I had actually ever SEEN a
real little girl from Far East Asia.
   No matter.  The artificial one on the screen was far and away much
lovelier than ANY living angel I might get to meet.  This angel had creamy
smooth skin, was slightly plump, perfectly proportioned in ALL the right
places and not a HAIR in sight anywhere below her lovely eyelashes, at
least what they chose to reveal on their introductory webpage.  They must
have taken every lovely feature from dozens of young women and put them
together in a single package.  AMAZING!
   I'll bet she must cost a FORTUNE!  I had always heard that Japanese doll
makers were very proud of their work and that they did an excellent job of
reproducing every nuance and impression to make their creations look
lifelike.  I began to wonder if they FELT as good as they looked?  From the
looks of THIS beauty, my impressions might be correct.
   Today was the WRONG day for me to find this web site!  I was going to
get me one of these no matter WHAT the cost.  Instead of buying that stupid
'babe-magnet' expensive motorcycle I had put a deposit on last week, I was
going to get my own little-girl doll.  At least this way I'd know for sure
a little cutie would be at home waiting for me at the end of a long,
boring, unsatisfying and unfulfilling day, and she'd never have the
audacity to say 'NO' once.
   Within five minutes of my first seeing this site, I had filled out the
secure form and submitted my e-mail address for additional information,
never thinking about any consequences.  Their twenty four hour
administrative desk stated they would respond within thirty minutes of each
e-mail request, so here goes!
   I sat nervously for the next few minutes after clicking on the <SUBMIT>
button.
   It was only AFTER I leaned back into my chair that I realized who might
be on the other end of the line.  A cold chill ran up and down my back as I
envisioned the local police department preparing to send a
black-uniform-clad squad of armed officers to break my front door in and
drag me off to jail.  Sweat started pouring off my forehead at the prospect
of being rid of my freedom and ability to conduct my affairs as I saw fit
for the next twenty years.
   When it notified me that I had just received a new message, the
annunciator that I had set up on my e-mail program scared me so much I
almost wet my pants.  My right hand shakily clicked on the newest message
on the list.
   IT WAS FROM SO-MUCHI-GIRL!
   'Thank you for your interest in additional information.  Please be aware
from the beginning that all applicants requesting details of our
So-Muchi-Girls will be extensively screened and electronically interviewed
prior to receiving any photographic images or specific data regarding what
can and cannot be requested for any customization for YOUR little girl.'
   'Also be aware that before you will receive anything from So-Muchi-Girl
Pty Ltd, you must provide a small deposit to ensure that you are indeed
legitimately interested in taking on the responsibility of caring for,
loving and treating with the utmost respect the little girl that you will
ultimately possess.  Once you have submitted your request for details and
images, you will not be able to obtain any refunds of any kind whatsoever.'
   'This initial information funding will be applied to the interview
deposit once your personal data has been adequately screened and accepted.
Should you NOT be deemed qualified to purchase your own little girl, your
deposit will be forfeit and no further contact with So-Muchi-Girl Pty Ltd
will be allowed or tolerated.  Should you wish to DISCONTINUE your interest
in owning the most exquisite representation of a real little girl in the
entire world, then click on the [Thank You, No] button below.  Otherwise,
if you feel you have the proper qualifications, demeanor and an adequate
setting for your new little girl, then continue to <THIS> link for
additional instructions.'
   My Gosh!  These people are either very serious about their work, or
they're the cops!  I sat and thought about how I might be able to get
additional information about one of these little cuties without revealing
too much personal data about myself and then noticed there was another page
I hadn't read.
   'By this time, you are unsure if our requirements are satisfactory,
since much information about your personal life will be required.  If you
wish to see just how amazing our creations really are in your local area,
you may request to visit one of our satisfied customers for a
non-refundable visitation fee, payable to the happy owner in cash prior to
or at the time of your visit.  The terms of your visit with our existing
customers' little girl are up to them and you.'
   'Once your initial selection has been completed and your So-Muchi-Girl
crafted to your own tastes, you will not regret or ever be dissatisfied
with your purchase.  We GUARANTEE absolute satisfaction, or your little
girl will be modified until you ARE happy.  However, only two minor
alterations are included under the terms of the existing warranty.  Future
changes or more significant modifications will be considered for an
additional fee for each upgrade.  If you wish to have annual modifications
made so your little girl can be made to appear to mature naturally,
additional fees will be required by annual contract.'
   'We realize that a So-Muchi-Girl is not for everyone, but those that
have made the unique commitment to own one have lauded us with praise and
many letters of thanks.  Copies of many of these letters are available by
following <THIS LINK>.  Of course, personal data about who these satisfied
owners are has been discretely blocked.  None of our extensive worldwide
clients have EVER been dissatisfied, once all of their needs are understood
and their little girl made to their unique specifications.  We can thank
the very specific and extensive interview process for this claim.'
   'Your candor and honesty during the interview process will make the
final result much more to your liking than if you are unclear, uncertain or
unrevealing about what you prefer.  In fact, there have only been three
clients in our twenty two year history that have ever requested more than a
single modification to their So-Muchi-Girl after they initially find her
waiting for them at their front door.  Many of our clients have purchased
younger and older sisters for their little girls after having them for less
than a year.  You may also wish to have more little girls at home with you,
in your office, your car or vacation home after having experienced the
ultimate in affection dolls.  Details of your unique creation are
maintained in a secure fashion with an encrypted key imprinted on and
embedded in your doll.  If you would like sisters or cousins fashioned from
similar specifications, only a very brief interview will be required to
confirm which changes would satisfy those specifications.'
   'If you still desire to have the most incredibly life-like
representation of a little girl of your very own, to do as you say and act
how you like, then please consider this your best decision today.  Submit
the information completely on the following eleven page web link and within
one hour of receipt of electronic bank funds transfer, your application
will be handled with the utmost of discretion and privacy.  Your personal
interview specialist, Misuki Ayamo.'
   At the bottom of the last page, there was a small full length image of a
very attractive young teenaged Japanese girl, presumably Misuki, wearing
one of the shortest pleated skirts and sheerest white blouses I had seen in
a VERY long time.  If this is how the interviewer looked, I couldn't
imagine what it would be like to go through the interview process and have
a little girl around for me to make comments on so I could improve and
refine my selections to the point of perfection.
   I was hooked!  These people were TOO detailed and certainly too proud of
their work to just be cops.  Rather than waste my time and read a whole
collection of wordy letters about how a bunch of perverts like me enjoyed
their new playtoy, I clicked on the first link and was taken to a secure
web page that had about forty questions on it.
   By the time I had filled out the first five pages, I was exhausted.
   After another three hours, I put my bank routing, transit and account
numbers on the last field and hit submit.  I had just given somebody and
maybe every hacker in the entire world every piece of information about my
personal life, sexual desires and fantasies, work, home and financial
information that they could ever want.
   What the Hell!  If I was going to shove the barrel of a shotgun up my
gob and splatter my noggin' all over the ceiling, what difference would it
make to give every pervert and low-life all my personal information?
   At this point I just didn't care anymore.
   I closed the web page and opened up a series of favorite images of Asian
lolitas, whacking off for the next thirty minutes.  By the time I had
satisfied my carnal urges, I lay down on the couch and took a well deserved
nap.
   I woke up to the sound of my e-mail program nagging me that I had
received some mail.  I made my way back to my computer and saw three
messages.
   The first note was from my bank notifying me that the [Image Deposit]
had been withdrawn by [So-Muchi Pty Ltd of Yokohama, Japan].
   The second note was a link to their secure website so I could download
any images that I wanted to for the next twenty four hours.  It stated that
I was limited to no more than 120 gigabytes of data during the period
listed.
   GEEZ!  120 gig's of data?  What the Hell kind of collection do THEY
have? I was beginning to wonder how it compared to mine.
   On the bottom of the second message was a price list of the basic model
and all the various options and selections I could request, my assumption
of an expensive sex-doll WAY off the mark.  My newest treasure wasn't
anywhere NEAR as pricey as I had expected, my former babe-magnet motorcycle
requiring significantly MORE money than three little angels.  Maybe I would
be starting a quiet and resilient artificial family before the end of the
week.
   As they had stated, they were very clear about my being specific with my
selections and told me to review all of the girls in the images and make
notes about which features I liked on each little girl and what I wanted to
include on mine.
   The third note was a listing of people in my area that authorized
So-Muchi-Girl to send their names and phone numbers out as satisfied
customers.  It also had the 'visitation charge' amounts that each of their
clients were asking to come see their little girls.  There'll be time
enough for that later!  Right now, I had to take advantage of the next
twenty four hours to download as much as I could until I filled at least
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   Well . . .  I have to admit after twenty one and a half hours straight
of clicking and tabbing to each little girl's personal image collection, I
was truly awestruck.  I had NEVER seen such a wonderful variety of every
possible shape, height, color, feature, titty, aereola and nipple size and
appearance and combination of vulvar features in my entire life!  I
couldn't have imagined so many potential variations of ACTUAL features like
those.
   I had also filled up a good portion of one of my portable hard drives,
each enjoyable image saved and stored for some future quiet time.  The
incredible resolution of each of those images was beyong belief, details
down to each hair follicle and pore easily seen.
   Another neat thing about this company was their extensive support area,
which included a link to the same free encryption program that I had been
using for the last few years so I could protect my collection from prying
eyes.
   After having seen that, I knew I had given myself the best birthday
present any single horny loser possibly could.  It turned out to be one of
the better decisions I had made since I found out WHAT my woody was
supposed to be used for when I was ten.  Whatever illusion I had about
buying that stupid motorcycle was dashed, the deposit I had put down going
to be retrieved and my order cancelled.
   I was exhausted!  I didn't make it more than two minutes on the couch
after I shut the computer down before I was snoring up a storm.
   I woke up on Monday around seven thirty and began to plan my days
activities.  Since I had accumulated enough vacation time to tour the
country, I figured that it was time for me to call my boss and let her know
that I was not going to be in the office for the next week or two, possibly
even three.
   The phone call went much better than I had anticipated, my boss so
pleased that she sounded happy for me.  That level of intimacy was FAR from
normal, her voice sounding much more relaxed and demure than I had ever
heard before.
   Not only didn't she mind, she sounded like she looked forward to me
using up some of my personal time so she could get it off the books.  She
must have really hated for me to acquire three and half months of vacation
over the last eleven years.  I just never had the need to take any before
now.  I also found out during our conversation that I'd lose any unused
days at the end of the year, so it was in my best interest to burn some up.
   Once I had satisfied my employer's requirements for my attendance, I
went back to the third message I had received yesterday from So-Muchi-Girl
and began looking at the rather long list of people within a twenty mile
radius that were satisfied customers willing to let me come by and visit,
provided I shelled out the cash that they specified next to their name and
phone number.
   By the time I was finished going through all the names, dollar amounts
and specific parameters that each of them were willing to share, I had
counted 145 people, about two thirds men and the rest women.
   The men seemed to have the more reasonable financial requirement,
starting at $200.  The most expensive was a name that I recognized from one
of my company's organization charts.  Apparently, my third line manager was
just as fond of little girls as I was and it looked like he wanted to
recoup his investment as thoroughly and quickly as possible.  I also
noticed the features that he provided for his little girl sounded vaguely
like his pretty and highly admired young secretary.
   The more I thought about it, the more sure I was that he liked to screw
his administrative look-alike more often than his old hag of a wife.  The
fact that his 'little girl' was configured to appear like a nine year old
and still look like his secretary wasn't lost on me.  I always suspecting
him of liking the younger ones, his eyes frequently wandering when a new
high school female employee or intern was being shown around the office.
   The women owners, although more expensive, seemed to be more alike in
their financial needs.  It looked like they viewed their little girls as
members of their family rather than just an expensive sex toy, their
descriptions sounding more like a fairly average little girl that I might
see around town, than the slutty, overly developed whores that the men
liked with obviously overstuffed bras.
   I made up my first list with codes referring to a number of the features
I was interested in and after getting cleaned up and dressed, sat down next
to the phone and started with the little doll that seemed most like what I
wanted.
   "Miss Higgins office?  This is Carla, how may I assist you?"
   "Carla, this is Mike Brewster.  I was referred to Miss Higgins by a
mutual friend.  I'd like to speak to her for a few minutes, if I may
please."
   "What may I tell Miss Higgins you'll be speaking to her about, Mr. 
Brewster?"
   "Little Sandra."
   Carla didn't say a word for about five seconds, trying to determine what
I REALLY wanted.  She hadn't ever heard her boss mention anyone by that
name, so my interest in having a conversation about that subject left her a
little unnerved.
   "Will you hold for a few moments while I inform her of your call?"
   "Certainly!"
   "Thank you Mr.  Brewster.  <click>"
   I waited anxiously for another minute and a half before her boss came
back on the line.
   "This is Patty Higgins.  How may I help you Mr.  Brewster?"
   "Oh, Mike please!  May I call you Patty?"
   "Of course Mike.  What can I do for you?"
   "I got your name, number and details about 'Little Sandra' from
So-Muchi-Girl and wanted to know when I might be able to make an
appointment to come see her?"
   Patty paused for a few seconds as if she was waiting for someone to
leave her office and then continued, this time in a much softer voice and
more subdued tone.
   "That's very sweet of you.  Are you aware of the specific terms of the
agreement?"
   "Yes!  Cash up front and I would be permitted to do ONLY what you
allow."
   "That's correct.  When would you like to come by and visit?"
   "How soon may I?"
   "How about this evening, after seven?"
   "That's wonderful.  Do I need to bring anything other than the
envelope?"
   "No, just that and NO CAMERAS, okay?"
   "Sure!"
   I got her home address and went to the next line.  By the time lunch
rolled around, I had made an appointment to visit one little girl every
other night this week and a few for the following one.
   Wanting to make a good impression, I went shopping for a new suit, got
my hair cut, a nice pair of Italian leather shoes and went home to get
ready.
   At six forty five, I stood at the front door of a very nice, upscale
home in the nicest part of town, my finger pressed against the doorbell
button.
   When the door opened, there stood a woman about fifty five or sixty.
   This COULDN'T be Patty!  She sounded so much YOUNGER on the phone!
   "You must be Mr.  Brewster to see Miss Higgins."
   WHEW!
   "Yes, I apologize for being a few minutes early, but I didn't want to
give Miss Higgins the wrong impression by being late."
   "Mr.  Brewster!  NEVER apologize about good manners and promptness. 
Please come in."
   She directed me to a very well appointed home office, with leather
seating accomodations and a huge dark oak desk and had me sit down in a
large leather chair in front of the furniture facing away from the door. 
What struck me about the desk was the lack of ANY office related work on
top and a couple of somewhat inconspicuous metal loops mounted to each
corner of the desk just under the top.  Most people wouldn't have noticed,
but since I already knew about her 'little girl', I suspected she liked to
use her desk for 'other' activities.  I figured I was told to sit right
here so I would notice right away.
   Patty walked in by herself and closed the door behind her, my face away
from my hostess until the appropriate moment.  Once I could tell she was
headed in my direction, I immediately stood and waited for her to come
around my side of the chair so I could introduce myself, still facing her
desk as I had been trained to do.  In the reflection of a picture frame
across the room, I could tell she was alone, my heart filling with a little
disappointment at first because I expected her to bring her little girl
with her.
   When I finally saw Patty I was amazed!  She was dressed in a little
girl's school uniform, her pleated skirt very short and her white blouse
almost as sheer as Misuki's in my first note from So-Muchi, not wearing a
bra underneath.  She was so sexy and beautiful, I might try to shove my
face between HER smooth tanned legs and see if I could make her giggle just
like a little girl, IF she was interested.
   She turned to face me and stuck her hand out to shake mine.  I shook her
hand as I had been trained to do, Patty smiling broadly and cocking her
head to the side a little.
   "You're a corporate man, aren't you Mike."
   "How can you tell?"
   "The way you're dressed and your handshake are so obvious, that I'd
expect you'd have come from MY outfit."
   "No, but another company about the same size just down the block."
   "Have a seat please.  Let's get to know each other for a minute."
   She walked in front of me after I sat down, my hostess smiling as she
leaned against the front edge of her desk, her hands behind her bum and her
legs straight down toward me at a slight angle.  Standing erect in such an
obvious position it was impossible for me to miss her long and sexy thighs
as they emerged from behind a short pleated skirt, nothing about this woman
hinting that she had any desire to hide her beauty.
   Had MY boss known who I was looking at, the fact that my hostess was the
CEO of our competition, AND the fact that this particular executive was
openly encouraging me to look as far up her silken lower limbs as I could
would have fried my female leader's brain.  It hadn't been more than two
months since our last company talk regarding sexual harrassment and the
need to remain vigilant regarding NOT looking at other people in our
environment as anything but a 'worker' or 'employee'.  And yet, here I was
almost face-to-crotch with a gorgeous company leader that took great
delight in showing me her 'assets'.
   She had to be one of the most BEAUTIFUL corporate types I had EVER seen
and there was nothing in the way of reluctance on her part for me to see
just a hint of her white panties as she leaned slightly further back once
she knew I was interested.
   In the middle of my reverie, her voice stole my dream away.
   "Mike, you know the arrangement.  You're supposed to provide something
to me before we begin and you realize that you won't get any of it back,
EVER, right?"
   "I understand.  Here it is."
   I reached inside my coat pocket and extracted the plain white envelope,
handing it to her and expecting the cops to burst into the room just after
she took it.  I tried to stay as calm as I could as she opened it, thumbed
through the bills and made a quick count.  She smiled and walked around the
other side of her desk wiggling her bum as she went, opened a drawer and
put the envelope inside what sounded like a drawer safe.
   She then returned to my side of her desk and stood in the same relative
position as before, except this time she leaned back a little farther and
allowed her legs to remain open just wide enough so I could see the bottom
edge of her white panties peeking out between her wonderfully firm legs.  I
couldn't take my eyes off of her and just kept staring, waiting for the
cops to show up or for her to say something.
   Forgetting anything about my corporate training, during the first minute
all I did was look between her legs.  Patty must have been just as
intrigued as I was because I saw her begin to ease her legs apart a little
more until more of her panties came into view, as if I wasn't supposed to
notice right away.  I noticed!
   Before long, she was so aroused with my unwavering attention to her
panty covered plump cunny that her yonni was beginning to wet the material
of her underwear, an ever widening patch of wetness forming from between
her labia right where her vagina was hiding.  There was NOTHING about where
I was looking and the reaction it produced that was decent or proper, so
many of my former good manners and months of corporate sensitivity training
meaningless.
   Patt again broke the silence, but this time in a soft and very sexy
voice.
   "Would you like to keep looking up MY skirt Mike, or do you think I
should introduce you to my little girl?  It's up to you."
   Even though she had mentioned getting to know each other first, all I
did was stare at her beautiful twat and dream of shoving my face forward,
neither of us interested at the moment in anything but sharing a touchless
affair.  Whatever conversation we were supposed to conduct was completely
lacking and wasn't on either of our minds.  Since no other questions were
asked and no information were offered, there was only one way for me to
respond.
   "Would you mind if I asked to continue to enjoy this wonderful view for
a few moments longer before I met your little girl?"
   Patty immediately tensed up and flinched but didn't pull her thighs
together to prevent me from seeing her charms.  In fact, she seemed so
proud of her personal holdings and my wanting to see them that her knees
came apart even more, a slight twitch forward from her hips telling me that
she might be feeling something quite pleasurable at the moment.
   "That's very sweet Mike, sure.  But once my Little Sandra is in the
room, I'm going to insist that you continue to act like a gentleman and
restrict your movements and actions to ONLY those that I permit, okay?"
   "I'm honored you'd permit me to admire such a beautiful and
exceptionally sexy woman such as yourself Patty.  I look forward to
appreciating as much of your gorgeous form as you'll allow and will
continue to conduct myself as ANY corporate employee should.  By the way,
what I've seen so far has left me somewhat spellbound and almost
speechless."
   "MIKE!  Such wonderful manners.  Your application didn't say anything
about public relations or negotiation skills.  I'm impressed!"
   "Thank you Patty.  I'm flattered that you'd notice.  I've certainly
noticed you."
   We chatted casually for a few minutes, Patty talking to me in a very
soft tone that had NOTHING to do with where either of us worked or what we
did on our days off.  All I could do was stare longingly between her full
thighs and watch as she continued to wet her panties with a darkening spot
slowly covering more of her underwear.  She even seemed to enjoy how much I
was looking at her, as if I was studying every feature I could discern from
the protection of my seated location.
   After she stopped talking, Patty closed her eyes for a few moments and
then shivered about a half dozen times, finally collecting her senses a
minute later.  For the first time in my life, I had actually seen a woman
have an orgasm without being fondled or tongued.
   After the brief series of bucking stutters, she let out a long sigh and
refocussed our discussion toward the original reason for my having arrived.
It was plainly obvious Patty was aroused to orgasm much easier than ANY
woman I had ever known.  Too bad she was a corporate big-wig, because I
might NEVER get a chance to do this again.
   "Okay, Mike.  I'm going to get Little Sandra, introduce you to her and
then act as if you and I are very good friends and have known each other
for a long time.  Please don't read anything into what I tell her just yet.
I'll explain everything to you afterward, if you want or need me to."
   My smile and hardon showed her just how attentive I was at the moment.
   What seemed rather peculiar were the unusual lengths and queer
requirements that Patty had for this introduction, as if her fantasy life
was much more fulfilling than anything her REAL life could offer, even in
her professional position.
   She stood back up and walked to the wall behind her desk, my eyes
following the bottom hem of her skirt.  It took so little for me to see
just a hint of her plump round ass that I ached for more opportunities to
repeat this wonderful adventure.  She pressed on a hidden panel, a brief
click was heard and moments later, a tall closet door was revealed.
   Just before she opened it, she bent over only a little, pretending to
reach for something on the floor and displaying her panty covered bum to me
for a few seconds, swaying it back and forth for me to lust after.  Even
with her facing the other way, I was able to see between her thighs so well
that the same patch of slick wetness could be seen in MORE clarity.  After
my long-distance show, she stood back up, opened the door and pulled out a
three foot tall little girl, dressed EXACTLY like she was, extremely short
skirt and all.
   She carried the little girl lovingly back to the desk and stood her on
top near the edge facing me, holding her as if she was her own flesh and
blood.  I could tell Patty had been sexually intimate with her doll for
quite a while, her eyes taking on the look of a lover rather than an
'owner'.
   "Little Sandra?  This is Mike.  Mike is a very special friend of mine
and he's come over to visit with you and me for a little while."
   She turned to me and smiled.
   "Say hello to Little Sandra, Mike."
   I stood immediately and bowed respectfully.
   "Hello Little Sandra.  You are such a lovely little girl.  You look just
like Patty does, and I think Patty looks absolutely WONDERFUL."
   "Why thank you Mike.  I'm sure Little Sandra just loves being
complimented like that.  I know 'I' do!  Would you like for Little Sandra
to sit on your lap Mike?"
   I hadn't expected to be able to start our 'relationship' so quickly, but
accepted the invitation and smiled.
   "I'd love that.  Would YOU like to sit on my lap, Little Sandra?"
   This role playing was making my dick harder than just looking at the two
lovelies.  Patty answered for her little girl as I expected.
   "Little Sandra would like very MUCH to sit on your lap Mike and she also
says that she thinks you're a very handsome and polite gentleman.  She also
wants to know if you have a little girl of your own yet?"
   Looking right at the doll as if she could understand me, I answered as
if she were alive.
   "No, Little Sandra.  I don't have a pretty little girl like you yet, but
I'm going to get one very soon.  I've been looking forward to meeting a
little girl like you so I can find my own little angel and be just as happy
as Patty is."
   Patty picked the little girl up and motioned for me to sit back down,
gently sitting Little Sandra down on my lap after I was settled. 
Surprizingly, Patty was certain to rub the back of her hand against my
woody inside my tented slacks as her appendage travelled underneath the
little girl's legs away from her wonderfully soft artificial bum.
   "Ooooo!  It looks like Mike likes the way we both look Little Sandra. 
He must want to see just how soft your legs are, don't you Mike?"
   "I sure do!  Ever since I saw you standing up on the desk, I just had to
see how soft you are.  May I touch your legs Little Sandra?"
   "She says that you may touch her legs as much and for as long as you'd
like, and that she thinks you're such a nice man because of how polite and
sweet you are to her AND me."
   The first thing that I noticed was how much like a REAL little girl she
looked.  Her features were accurate down to the tiny pores on her face, her
skin soft but firm and not rubbery, just like real flesh.  As I ran my hand
up and down her naked legs, I actually felt like I was touching a real
little eight year old.
   The second thing that I became aware of was her weight.  She felt much
heavier than I thought she might.  She must be filled with a specific
amount of metal ballast to give her the typical weight of someone her age,
with soft gel that was a little heavier than water wrapped around the rigid
core since her body 'gave' when I squeezed her waist.  Patty saw me give
her little girl a nice tight squeeze with my left hand around her back and
stood in front of Little Sandra to my right, pushing her naked thighs
against the side of my right upper arm.
   As I held Little Sandra with my left hand around her waist, I began
running my right hand up her legs until I could feel the cool softness of
her panties with the tips of my fingers.  Just as I came into contact with
her underwear, I looked up at Patty to see if she would disapprove of my
bold move and she smiled as she kept swaying back and forth, rubbing her
legs against my arm.  Wanting to keep up the role playing to it's full
effect, I addressed Little Sandra as if she were alive.
   "Honey, would you be angry with me if I touched your panties and tickled
you between your legs?"
   I looked up at Patty just as the last words left my mouth, expecting her
to answer for Little Sandra, but Patty was so busy rubbing her thighs
against the back of my arm with her eyes closed that she didn't notice me
looking at her.  I knew she needed a little attention of her own, so I
lifted my arm up off the side of the chair and moved it up her legs until
my elbow began to lift the bottom hem of her short skirt.  She continued to
softly push against my arm with the same rhythm, so I knew she would permit
something a little more daring.
   As I started to run my right hand between Little Sandra's legs and up
against her panty covered quim, I let go of her left side and pushed my
left hand up Patty's legs until the back of my fingers were up inside her
miniskirt and brushed up against HER panty covered yonni.  I looked like a
big pretzel with my arms crossed in front of me, each hand up and under
both of their short skirts.
   Within a minute, I was rubbing BOTH girls cunnies with my hands and
Patty started talking softly, as if Little Sandra was carrying on a real
conversation with her.
   "Oh YES!  He DOES know how to tickle nicely, doesn't he Little Sandra?
You like what he's doing too, don't you Honey?  His fingers seem to have
magic in them, don't they?"
   With each gentle suggestion and appreciative response from my tactile
pursuits, my digits ventured further and further into no-man's-land, a
tender insinuation from both index fingers slipping beyond the snug
resistance of panty elastic along their legs.  Patty was so pleased with
all of my activities that she nervously began to make suggestions that
offered nothing in the way of reluctance or fear.
   "It feels so nice when he tickles right there, doesn't it Angel?"
   Patty's cunny was silky smooth, shaved clean and baby-soft just like I
enjoy my sexy ladies.  Little Sandra was just as hairless, lots of shaving,
lotions and baby powder quite unnecessary for the lifeless playtoy.  No
matter!  I still enjoyed what I was doing.
   "You want him to push his fingers inside your panties and then your
honey box don't you Baby?  I know 'I' sure do!"
   That's the last subtle invitation I needed, my left middle finger
joining my left index, teasing Patty's labia apart just enough to admit
entry.  My adult hostess was so enthralled with my efforts that she leaned
back slightly and pushed into my fingers, anxious for me to explore the
tender softness of her corporate beauty.
   It didn't take very long for me to locate where all the sticky wetness
I'd see on Patty's panties had come from, sexy slurps and soft pops just
the right background music for my slow adventures within her sexy
underpants.  Patty never once seemed embarrassed or ashamed of how much I
was doing and how quickly I accepted her invitation to explore her body. 
Her attitude was in direct opposition to what she most likely had to
enforce at her company.
   For every move I made on and IN Patty's pussy, I repeated the same moves
on Little Sandra as if she really DID feel what I was doing, my warm,
living female host flinching and twitching when I hit the right spot.
   It wasn't very long before I could discern a partially hidden rocking
into my fingers, Patty anxious to receive the physical attentions that she
desperately had been needing for quite some time.  I seemed to understand
her plight, her position in her company preventing her from being the very
thing that most executives were not -- a woman.
   After her not-so-subtle-hint, my digits teased at her vagina and clitty
with enough force to encourage Patty to push toward me even harder, but my
hands and arms were twisted around far too uncomfortably so a slight change
in position was needed.  I needed a little more room so I could enjoy the
complete sumptuous softness of BOTH of their cunnies, my courage growing
enough for me to openly ask something of a woman that I'd met little more
than an hour before.
   "Little Sandra?  Do you think Patty would mind if I took both of your
panties off, Sugar?  I'm sure Patty would like it if I tickled her nubbin
without her panties on, but needed to be certain to ask permission first.
Would you ask her if she'd like that?"
   "Oh, YES Little Sandra.  I'd LOVE for Mike to pull our panties down so
he could tickle us better.  It would be so nice if he was able to tickle my
clitty more easily.  I just KNOW you'd like YOURS tickled too."
   "Little Sandra, would you ask Patty if she'd help me take your panties
off please?  I need just a tiny bit of help since you're so relaxed and
don't want to move right now."
   It felt very odd to keep up this role playing, but with my hands able to
ramble somewhat freely under a sexy and mature woman's miniskirt and inside
her tiny underwear, I didn't let the surroundings or conversation distract
me.
   Patty leaned forward to her little girl, reached up under her skirt with
both hands and pulled the panties down the little doll's legs.  Once they
were down to her knees, I took over, pulled them the rest of the way down
her calves and all the way off.  When Patty straightened up, I reached up
under her skirt with my left hand and worked each side of her panties down
until she let them fall to the floor.  She never made any effort to help me
undress her, preferring to just watch my movements and shift her body in
any direction my hands coaxed her.
   When my fingers on my left hand began to caress and fondle Patty's cunny
again, my right hand followed along exactly as if rehearsed.  That's when I
noticed how alike their pudendums felt, so I lifted each of their skirts a
little more so I could make a more accurate determination that they LOOKED
alike too.
   THEY DID!  My gosh!  They both looked good enough to eat!
   Little Sandra was intentionally hairless, since her age mimicked an
eight year old.  But Patty must have gone to the same laser hair removal
spa that my last girlfriend did, her plump and warm flesh just as smooth
and soft as a REAL living doll's Little Sandra's age.
   I felt very confident about what I would be permitted to do with Patty's
little girl, so I began working my middle finger further inside her vagina
until it was completely engulfed within velvetty smooth and cloud soft
'skin'.  Keeping my movements constant, I repeated with my left index and
middle fingers what my right ones did, an absurd stereo fondling session
being granted at a rather high price, my arms twisted around in front of me
as if I were wearing some absurd straight jacket.
   Once I found her 'sweet spot', Patty's hips pushed further forward with
increasing pressure as I travelled inside HER vagina, making little
squishing noises as I slowly fingered her in and out.  In spite of her
level of arousal, Patty was much more aware of her immediate surroundings
and whispered what might normally have been absurd instructions.
   "You may have to wet your other fingers a little bit Mike.  Little
Sandra is a little dry the first time she's touched inside."
   "Would Little Sandra mind if I shared that wonderful wetness of yours?"
   Patty's head snapped back, eyebrows clenched together in a slight frown,
her lips sucked into her mouth and a small groan eminated from her throat.
In a soft and VERY sultry voice, she responded just as I had hoped.
   "She'd LOVE for you to share my excitement with her, as long as you
promise you won't keep your finger away from me too long.  That feels MUCH
too nice to discontinue just yet."
   Patty had this act down like a Broadway stage performer.
   I removed my right middle finger from Little Sandra's tight artificial
pussy with a quiet 'POP', causing Patty to giggle just like a little girl
herself.  Instead of pulling my left middle finger out of Patty, I began to
wiggle my right middle finger inside, right next to my other one.  She
bucked slightly, stood a little taller and spread her legs a bit more so I
could use both hands with more freedom.
   With my middle fingers shoved naughtily as far as they'd go inside
Patty, the second knuckle of both index fingers were in the perfect
position to rub up against her clitty.  I rocked my hands back and forth in
opposing motions so I could increase her tactile stimulation to the maximum
level, capturing the throbbing nub of tissue between my fingers and rolling
it around.  Her clitty must have been much more sensitive than I'd
imagined, each slight movement and shift up and down making her whole body
tremble and quake.
   Doll or not, this was one VERY excited owner and she must have enjoyed
using Little Sandra as the initial stimulus so SHE could be played with by
men or women that she felt comfortable enough with.
   After a few more minutes of continuous digital stimulation, Patty
couldn't take any more.
   "Mii-ii-ii-ike, Little Sandra wants me to tickle her tiny clitty with my
tongue and she said it would be okay if you stood behind me and had a
little fun yourself.  Please pick her up and lay her down on top of my desk
with her head toward the back so I can collect a few things."
   I reluctantly pulled my sticky fingers out of her hot pussy, stuffed
them into my mouth, licked and sucked them clean, quickly leaning to the
side so I could give her cunny a brief kiss.  Patty almost doubled over
forward when she saw me slip my digits between my lips but didn't have time
before I pressed my mouth to her vulva and produced a short expression of
intense affection.  Rather than push me away, she held my head very lightly
for a second, and once I leaned back and smiled, she clutched her cunny
with her right hand as she tried to walk toward the same closet that she
removed Little Sandra from.
   I lay the little girl down on her back truly delicately, just as Patty
had instructed with both of her arms and legs toward the corners of the
desk.  The use of the metal hooks under the desk top was about to be shown
to me in full exquisite detail after my host returned.
   When Patty came around to the front of the desk, she handed me two loops
of red satin material with snaps at one end, obviously meant to restrain
her little girl's feet.  Having been 'around the block' a few times, I knew
how to insert the little girl's feet through the loops and cinch them
tight, hooking the snaps onto the metal hooks under the desk once her feet
were restrained.
   Patty seemed to melt as I expertly but tenderly bound her little girl,
tugging her legs apart rather gently so as not to hurt her or 'make her
upset'.  Patty then handed me the other two in order to complete my task of
tying her down so Patty could have her way with the plastic and rubber
little girl.
   When both of Little Sandra's hands were bound toward each of the
opposite corners of the desk, I leaned down to her face and gently started
kissing her, touching her face with my hands.  I was so impressed with the
variations of softness for each of the different parts of her body that I
actually felt as if I was kissing a sleeping little girl.  She felt more
like a living human being than NOT.
   I was enjoying myself so much, that I had to see how her titties and
nipples felt, so I slowly worked my left hand down her face until I was
working it inside her blouse and along the front of her chest.  When I
cupped her young preteen sized breasts and felt the rigid tips of her
nipples against the palm of my hand, I almost shot a load inside my new
suit slacks.  She felt so wonderful that I knew I was going to get one of
my very own.
   After about a minute of fondling, Patty couldn't hold back her sexual
interest any more and unbuttoned Little Sandra's blouse for me, tugging it
open so both her perky titties came into view for the pair of us to
witness. That's when Patty also began to caress and touch Little Sandra's
firm titties on, under and around my hand, as if we were sharing this
exquisite experience for the first time as true lovers.  I think she was
more excited at the prospect of someone else having as much fun as SHE
normally did, with HER little girl-doll.  I hope I didn't negatively affect
'their' relationship from now on.
   Patty even began to suck on and nibble the little girl's nipples,
unbuttoning her own blouse and rubbing her nipples with the same intensity
after her top was completely undone.  When she was satisfied that I had
touched her little girl enough, she grabbed my left hand and shoved it up
against her own tight breast, anxious for me to work on HER for a while. 
There was no hesitation in her actions, the confidence and self-reliance
typical of a corporate executive.
   After a few minutes of fondling Patty's AND Little Sandra's breasts with
each hand, it was time to see just how willing Patty was for me to 'have
fun' as she had put it.  I removed both hands and walked around the other
side of the desk behind Patty, to be rewarded with her lifting her already
short skirt higher as she leaned further forward over the desk so her
entire round bum was displayed for me.
   Before I plunged my dick into her, I was going to tongue her just as she
was working on her little girl, so I knelt down behind Patty and pushed my
face between her legs.  When my tongue parted her labia, she moaned so loud
I thought her old housekeeper would hear and rush into the office to lend
assistance, should it be necessary.  I'm glad she didn't, since I had
everything WELL in hand.
   Wanting to ensure her continued participation, I pushed my face as far
under her as I could and started against her clitty rather slowly.  I
worked up an ever increasing rhythm until her legs were jumping and
twitching against my ears as if someone had set her feet on top of two live
electric wires.  Patty had also begun tonguing her little girl and tried to
keep up the same rhythm that I had started, most likely fantasizing that
her doll was producing the same involuntary muscular contractions.
   Within three minutes, she just stood there in front of me, bent over her
desk with her face plunged between the legs of her Little Sandra, barely
able to hold herself up as her body surrendered entirely to the stimulation
that I was providing.
   Another minute and a half and Patty began bucking into my face, her
right hand trying to cup my head from behind so I wouldn't stop too soon.
She need not have worried, since I hadn't been able to tongue my
girlfriend's newly hairless pussy since she left two months ago, and I was
completely enjoying myself where I was.
   I tried to keep Patty stimulated and convulsing as long as I could, but
before too long, she had enough and tugged at my ear so I would quit.  I
figured my participation in this little sex drama was at an end, but to my
pleasant surprise, in a muffled voice she commanded me to stand up.
   "MWHTAAAN UMMM!"
   "Pardon?"
   She removed her face from her little girl and repeated her order, much
louder this time.
   "STAND UP!"
   Being a boss has it's perks.  I obeyed as instructed and stood about six
inches behind her.  That's when she began fumbling with my slacks trying to
find my zipper.  I leaned a little closer as she continued to tongue the
little girl and she was able to unzip my slacks and began fishing around
inside, looking for the opening to my briefs.  It didn't take her long and
with a little more pain than I had hoped for, she extracted my throbbing
member and tugged it toward her waiting snatch.
   My hopes were suddenly realized when she allowed my dick to slide
between her hot wet labia and into her vagina.  I took it she read my
personal profile since she made no attempt to force me to roll on any
protection.  She knew I hadn't had promiscuous sex and stayed pretty loyal
to only three women over the last nine years.  Make that FOUR!
   "Slow or fast, Honey?"
   "Start slow.  Then make me aware of just how much you'd like to fuck my
little girl.  When you're done banging me like a twenty dollar crack whore
and making my head bounce back and forth like a race car piston, you can
have Little Sandra for as long as you'd like."
   "Your wish is my desire, Patty."
   Just as instructed, I started by stroking her slowly but completely,
pushing against her bum with my hips as I bottomed out.  Each time my
cockhead pressed against her insides, Patty flinched and immediately pushed
back, obviously enjoying the length and girth of my tool much more than she
anticipated.  After no fewer than twenty strokes, a familiar but unwelcome
sensation in my balls revealed that I should have masturbated before I
arrived.  With my testicles starting to tighten, I needed a distraction.
   I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth slightly and bit down hard,
actually tasting blood from the inside of my lower lip.  The pain was
immediate and intense, the sudden shock of injury causing a wave of
adrenaline to sweep through me.  It had the desired affect and I returned
my concentration on Patty, maintaining a steady and deep sweep back and
forth.
   My rhythm was worked up until Patty began whimpering and moaning,
calling the name of her little doll out every once in a while between
ragged breaths.  Just before her second orgasm and my first, she started
calling out her little girl's name much louder than before and talking
rather dirty to the lifeless bundle of rubber and plastic.
   "Oh Little Sandra!  He fucks SOOO good!  I want to see him fuck YOU like
he's fucking me!  Tell me how much you want him to stick his nasty dick
inside your tight little pussy and shove it inside you all the way to your,
Your, YOUR . . .
   . . .  HEART!!!"
   Her orgasm sent her WAY over the top, her body gyrating and thrusting
back and forth against my hips, her plump round bum providing just enough
cushion to make every hard thrust an enjoyable experience.  I couldn't hold
out any longer and joined in her convulsions, trying to move in opposition
to her movements.
   From my gutteral moans and stabbing motions into her cunny, Patty could
tell I was enjoying her bliss, a keening wail erupting from my sexy hostess
the moment she realized that I had begun to participate fully, her ass
pushed into me with all of her force as I held her around her hips with
both hands.
   When we both stopped pulsing into each other, she backed me up and made
me pull out of her, the sensation of her hot wet insides stripped away far
too soon.  But instead of robbing me of any more pleasure, she turned
around, knelt down and shoved my slick woody into her mouth, humming and
cooing like an expert.  I held the sides of her head as she bobbed back and
forth, working me into yet another orgasm far sooner than I expected.
   She couldn't miss the cues and within another two minutes, I let her
have another dose of baby juice.  After I stopped convulsing, I let her
head go and looked down at her.  She had slowed her maddening pace quite a
bit and began to make love to my cock with her mouth and tongue.  Once she
was satisfied she had sucked me completely clean, she licked her lips and
smiled, leaned back, sat back on her legs and continued to wank my dick
with both hands.  There was NOTHING about this woman that illustrated
restraint in any way.
   "Would you like to see how Little Sandra feels now Mike?  I didn't want
you to get her all dirty inside so I needed to make you all nice and clean
first.  You don't mind, do you?"
   It was the perfect means to rob me of any sticky eruptions, AND for her
to have a little fun along the way.  I know 'I' did!  Even with the
rumbling sensations of two wonderful cums still wafting through my body, I
smiled and tried to sound intelligent.
   "Why should I mind such a wonderful gift like that?  And YES.  I'd LOVE
to see how she feels inside."
   "I'd really like for you to tell me if she feels any different than I
do, because you have the only objective means to make such a
determination."
   Her chuckle was cute and I caressed the side of her face as she turned
her head and then kissed the inside of my hand with slow, full lipped
caresses.
   She seemed much more demure and meek than the corporate leader I
envisioned during the day.  I had heard a few times that people that work
in top level positions often like to take on opposite fantasy roles so they
can regain a more normal sense of themselves.  Apparently, Patty was no
different.
   As she continued to kiss my hand and slowly wank me with full length
strokes, she shifted hers and subsequently my positions so I was directly
between Little Sandra's feet.  It was now going to be necessary for one of
us to undo all those straps so the doll could be close enough to the side
of the desk for me to reach.  Without a word, both of us quietly undid her
straps and I was wordlessly directed back to where I originally stood, now
in front of her little girl's exposed and spit-slickened pudendum.
   This was the first time I was able to fully examine the delicate
features of her cunny and relished the time Patty allowed me to touch,
caress, fondle and poke Little Sandra's pussy as I looked on with great
excitement and anticipation.
   Patty must have enjoyed watching me play with Little Sandra's pussy,
using my fingers with a lot more affection than she suspected.  Within a
minute of her granting me complete access, Patty removed her left hand and
began to lick and suck on my woody all over again, starting slowly and
increasing her speed and depth until the sounds coming from our bond became
horribly sensual.  It was truly exotic, since I had never had a sexual
encounter with two 'women' before.  I knew what I wanted from now on,
though, even though I might never get another chance like this.
   Patty was such an expert tongue and mouth massage specialist, that I was
convulsing into her face in another few minutes, my balls beginning to ache
from all the exercise.  When she had me all clean again, she let me pop out
of her mouth, kissed the end of my dick and smiled up at me as if she was
quite proud of her second accomplishment.  To prove just how much she
needed to be dominated, she began to caress her face from chin to forehead
with the tip of my glans, rolling the end of my rod against her lips as if
she were applying lipstick.  She hugged, kissed and pressed my cock against
her face for almost two minutes, lovingly moaning and talking to it softly.
   After she licked me a few more times and then swallowed me whole, she
turned my whole body toward Little Sandra and stood up behind me, wrapping
her arms around my hips and guiding my dick toward her little toy as if it
were HER dick that she was directing forward.
   When I came into contact with her cool, soft rubber pussy, I was
surprised just how wet she still was, my dick slipping into her much more
easily than I had imagined possible.  I had thought it would feel like
trying to cram my dick between two partially inflated toy balloons.  BOY,
WAS I WRONG!
   Patty kept urging me forward, pressing her tummy against my back and my
dick deeper inside her lovely little sex partner until I felt the
resistance at the bottom of her vagina.  Patty somehow knew not to push any
further once I stopped going forward and pulled my hips back with both
hands, keeping her hips pressed against my bum.
   Like a horny sex-starved teenager, Patty started pushing and pulling my
hips back and forth, working my cock into and out of Little Sandra, Patty's
body tightly coupled to mine.  I could feel her push her pudendum harder
into me as her rhythm increased, wanting to feel every thrust and poke of
my dick into Little Sandra.
   If someone had been watching us from the side, it would have looked like
Patty was fucking me from behind while I poked a partially naked and
formerly tightly restrained oriental little girl.  I secretly longed for a
private video of the event.
   I was so completely taken by the silken smoothness of the inside of her
pussy, that I began to feel the tightening of my balls yet again.  This was
incredible!
   "Pa-ah-ah-ty!  I beh-tter stop.  I don't want to get Little
Sa-sa-sa-sandra all dirty inside."
   Without missing a stroke, Patty shifted her body to the front of the
desk beside me, bending straight over until her bum was pointed out toward
the wall behind me, her face pressed against the cold hard flat surface
Little Sandra was laying on.  She then tugged at the base of my dick with
her left hand, gripping around my shaft snugly enough that all of my energy
and force was temporarily contained.
   I needed no more hint than that to pull out of the little artificial
pussy and press my cock into a real one, plunging all the way into Patty
from behind.  I knew I had no more than ten or fifteen seconds, so I began
to hump into her faster than I had ever pumped a woman before, my movements
almost reckless and abusive.  Patty took it much better than I had
anticipated, moaning and whimpering as she placed the middle finger of her
left hand deep into the pussy that I had just vacated, and both her index
and middle fingers against her own nubbin, rolling it around with complete
abandon.
   Just as I was about to unload into her, I grabbed Patty's hips and
pulled her back onto me as hard as I could, lifting her feet completely off
the floor and her hips off the top of the desk.  I had never experienced
such a forceful orgasm before and felt my body shudder as the last few
waves of involuntary energy pulsed from deep within my lower body, every
portion of my vigor directed to the insides of Patty's vagina.
   I hadn't realized it at the time, but at the same moment I was thrusting
into Patty, her vagina was tightening and relaxing around my dick, her
orgasm taking hold during the same wonderous seconds that mine caused me to
almost black out.
   When I collected my thoughts, I lowered her feet to the floor, gently
lay her body down against the top of the desk, released my vice like grip
around Patty's hips and relaxed.  My dick was still throbbing and extremely
sensitive to any and all physical contact with her hot flesh, but I had no
desire to separate from the exquisite sensation of her cunny.
   "Can you hold me like this for just a couple of minutes Mike?  It feels
so good that I'd like for it to last just a little while longer."
   "Ssshhhh-sure!"
   I was exhausted!
   As I stood, my knees shaking from all the nervous energy, I could feel
Patty softly pushing back against me and then pulling forward in nice slow
movements.  She knew just how fast to go so as not to cause me any undo
pain from my increased and extremely uncomfortable hypersensitivity. 
Within two minutes of constant rocking, she had desensitized my dick enough
that she was again humping me, wanting yet another orgasm.
   I was in NO position to prevent her from achieving her goal, so I let
her do whatever she wanted with me.
   As expected, Patty began to make little noises from deep within her
throat, so I pushed my right hand around her hip, forced her digits out of
the way and began massaging her aching clitty.  If she wanted another one,
I was going to help out as much as I could.
   I softly pinched, squeezed and pressed against her clitty with smooth
circular motions, causing my corporate host to writhe under me to yet
another sweet cum, her body thrashing a few times, going completely rigid
and then slowly stuttering in a much reduced series of rhythmic
undulations.
   This woman was insatiable!  She pushed against me just as hard as I had
against her earlier and then stopped, my cock as far inside her honey box
as physical limits permitted.  Her body shuddered and convulsed for the
next minute, soft moans and tender whimpers coming from a corporate
executive that obviously needed regular release.
   Man, was I happy!
   "ENOUGH!  PLEASE STOP MIKE!  I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!"
   She made it sound as if 'I' was the one that kept inciting her body into
sexual revolt every few minutes.  Although I completely enjoyed every one
of her orgasms, I can't take the credit for wanting to give her ALL of
them.
   "MY GOSH MIKE!  Don't you EVER get enough?  Whew!"
   I didn't want to ruin her impression of me, so I smiled and stayed
silent.
   I pulled out of her and could feel her body still twitching from all the
stimulation I had provided, my fingertips stealing one last shudder when I
softly pinched her clitty.  I wanted very much to ask her if we could do
this again at least once a week, but didn't want to sound crude or vulgar.
   I knew this was a one-time thing and most likely was spurred on by my
willingness to pay to play with her little girl.  The amount that she had
requested was nothing to toss around at the grocery store, but I knew that
it was well worth every minute.  Still, I longed for more!
   "Patty, do you have a towel that I can use to clean all of us up?"
   "Uh-huh.  Press that panel just to the right of that painting."
   More mysteries.
   When I was able to waddle over to where she had pointed, my dick still
bobbing around in front of me like a spring loaded appendage, I pushed
where she told me to and the panel opened to reveal a little bathroom.
   I flicked the light on and found a stack of white towels just inside the
doorway.  Some were just wash cloth sized, and others looked like small
bath towels.
   "These?"
   "Uh-huh."
   Patty never moved.  She lay chest down on top of her desk, facing the
bathroom, her bum and cunny sexily exposed under her extremely short skirt,
now barely covering half of her plump round ass.
   I picked up a smaller one and wet it with hot water, wringing it out
enough so I wouldn't get her legs or carpet all wet.
   Tending to hers and Little Sandra's needs first would earn me points, so
I returned to my previous position behind her and squat down, softly
running the quite warm towel between her legs and all over her brightly
reddened cunny.  She enjoyed the attention immensely and cooed like a good
little girl should, when she's being cleaned by a loving partner.
   When she was adequately wiped up, I shifted my position slightly to my
left and did the same for Little Sandra with another clean cloth, Patty
turning her head, her right cheek now pressed against the top of her desk.
   I took great care to remove any evidence of contamination from deep
within the little girl's artificial vagina and was again quite surprised
with how flexible the soft rubber was.  I was able to stuff both index and
middle fingers into her honey box wrapped with a clean end of the wash
cloth with no difficulty at all.  Aparently, So-Muchi-Girls are made to
accept ALL sizes of men and their toys.
   After wiping her completely clean, I used the tips of my fingers on both
hands to pry the edges of her labia apart so I could look inside, wanting
to make certain that I removed all traces of our coupling.  The little
girl's flesh was so pliable that it felt just like Patty's vulva.
   "Well?"
   I turned and looked at Patty.
   "What?"
   "How does SHE feel inside?"
   "Remarkably like you do, just not as hot or wet."
   "You mean her pussy REALLY feels like mine?"
   "Yes it does.  It's amazing just how life-like she feels.  I'm
completely convinced that she feels just like a little girl right here."
   I began wiggling my fingers between Patty's labia, running them up and
down the long, perfectly formed slit.
   "OH MY GOD!  If you keep that up, I may not let you go home!"
   "Real-leeeee . . .  ?  "
   I shifted my position back behind Patty and pushed my face between her
bum, sticking my tongue as far inside her vagina as I could reach, diddling
her clitty with my right hand at the same time.  She reached around with
her left hand and pulled my head harder into her body, STILL as hungry for
sex as I was.  After another orgasm, she finally had enough and almost
ripped my ear off trying to get me to stop as she convulsed and shuddered.
   "STOP!!!  No more please!  I'll do whatever you want Mike, just PLEASE
no more for a little while."
   DO WHATEVER I WANT?  FOR A LITTLE WHILE?  Looks like my wish just might
come true AFTER all!  I used the slightly cool wash cloth to wipe myself
clean, returning to the small bathroom to rinse it out and returned to wash
Patty one last time.  After one last trip to the bathroom, I returned
completely dressed, Patty verbally rewarding me for all my most recent
efforts.
   "I've NEVER had that many cums in one evening, much less an entire
WEEKEND.  The best that I ever experienced was three in a two day period,
but not FIVE in one night!  DAMN!"
   Looking as if she had just run a twenty-six mile marathon, she couldn't
coordinate her arms and legs properly, all of her energy zapped from her
and her chest resting against the perfectly flat desk.  I knew it had to be
uncomfortable, but she looked so vulnerable laying in front of me like
that.
   "Mike, help me up please.  I can't move on my own."
   I stood behind her, pushed my hips against her bum and reached under her
chest, cupped her still uncovered breasts and lifted her to an upright
position.  She had to steady herself alongside the desk with both hands
because she wasn't able to control her own movements.
   She only made it far enough to fall into the chair that I had been
seated in earlier this evening, looking at her little girl still laying on
the top of the desk.
   "Mike, would you mind putting Little Sandra away for me.  I just don't
have the energy to move right now and it's all YOUR fault."
   Her crooked smile indicated that she wasn't really angry with me for
providing her body with five orgasms, so I returned the smile proudly.  I
checked all the corner clips, loosened and removed each of the soft
bindings from around each limb and pushed her to the center of the desk,
her calves dangling down the front edge in front of Patty.
   I pulled Little Sandra's skirt up as high as it would go and retrieved
her panties, putting one and then the other foot inside the bright white
material.  Just before I covered her pretty pussy, I reached down and
kissed her cunny, softly tonguing her artificial nubbin.  I pulled back,
smiled at Patty and invited her to join me one last time.
   "Would you like to kiss Little Sandra's pussy one last time before we
have to say goodnight?"
   I could tell it was a Herculean effort on her part, but Patty stood up,
bent over her little toy and plunged her tongue deep between her little
girl's labia, lifting the doll's thighs up and snugly holding them against
the sides of her head.  After running up and down the length of the
rubberly facsimille three times, she then returned to her chair, plopping
into it.  When her body came to rest, Patty allowed her legs to remain
slightly apart, her plump hairless pussy nicely in view.
   I pulled Little Sandra's panties back up, rubbed them against her cunny
as I would have wanted to any REAL little girl, and then fastened her
blouse closed.  After tucking the material into the top elastic of her
skirt, I picked her up, carried her back to the closet that Patty had
retrieved her from, set her down in the custom made fixture, put her
bindings in with her and closed the closet door.
   Patty watched every move I made and when I squat down in front of her
between her legs, I smiled and queried for more instructions.
   "What else may I do to please YOU Patty?"
   "Would you stay a little while longer and take a nice long hot bath with
me, please Mike?  I feel so wonderful that I don't want you to leave right
now.  I hope you don't think ill of me for wanting you to do all this stuff
with me, but I've truly enjoyed your company AND your obvious sexual
skills. I feel so wonderful that I'd like to pretend that we were married
and just finished enjoying another evening of nasty sex."
   "We HAVE, haven't we?"
   "What?"
   "Enjoyed a lovely evening of nasty sex."
   "Yes . . .  "
   "Then, where's the pretend part come in?"
   I could tell Patty longed to have a full time sex partner and companion,
but wasn't sure how to ask me to spend the night without making it seem
like she was proposing.
   "Patty, would you like it if I treated you as if we WERE married?  I
could talk to you, hold you, touch you and make you feel like we'd been
together for years."
   Her expression immediately soured, as if I had just ruined any chance of
ever doing this again.  That was the FARTHEST thing from my mind.
   "You're not mocking me, are you Mike?"
   "OF COURSE NOT!  I've enjoyed being with you so much that it DOES feel
like we've been together for years."
   With a slightly crooked and somewhat forced smile, Patty looked up at me
and tried to sound sincere.
   "You're so sweet Mike.  It would be kind of neat to have you treat me
like that.  You wouldn't mind?"
   "Not at all.  After our earlier role playing with Little Sandra, acting
like your lover and companion would be a gentle stroll through the park."
   I reached down to her with both hands and gently pulled her to an
upright position, immediately putting my arms around her and hugging her to
me as tightly as I could without hurting her.  I could tell it was the
perfect move, since she responded in kind, cooing and softly moaning in my
left ear as her hands roamed across my back and bum.
   "It feels so nice for you to hold me like this, Mike.  I really need a
lot of hugs and tactile contact in my daily life, but never seem to find
the right guy to take care of me.  I just don't have much of a chance to
see anyone outside of the office."
   "Come on, Honey.  Let's go get you all cleaned up."
   She pulled back suddenly and looked at me as if I had just insulted her.
We stared at each others' eyes for a few seconds until I could see tears
begin to form, huge puddles filling the bottom edge of her eyes until an
alligator tear fell down each cheek.  I leaned forward and kissed her
softly, gently munching on her lips lovingly.  She began making cooing
sounds as she tilted her head slightly to her right and closed her eyes. 
We kissed for another ten minutes.
   She was beginning to get my engines going all over again, and I couldn't
help but reach under her short skirt and fill both of my hands with her
naked bum.  I worked her soft skin around as if I was making bread,
kneading and massaging her ass like so much fine French pastry.  Fun was
over much too soon when she broke our kiss and leaned back.
   "Mike, can we continue this in our bathtub?"
   "Of course Honey.  Let's go."
   She smiled at me, liking the sound of the loving, comforting words.
   As we were headed out of her office, I bent down and collected her sexy
white panties.  She led me away from her office and held my hand, directed
me up a long flight of stairs, arched very much like an Antebellum mansion.
When we reached her bedroom, she played the role of wife and lover better
than I thought she might be willing to.
   "Sweetheart, would you please help me with my skirt?  The zipper is
stuck again."
   I knew it wasn't, but it was fun for her to pretend to have trouble with
it, caressing and fondling her bum as I worked my right hand up inside her
tiny skirt, my left hand tugging at the top of the zipper in the wrong
direction.  I wanted to feel her entire naked body next to mine, so I
proceeded to remove her skirt very slowly, then turned her around so I
could undo the remainder of the buttons on her blouse and then remove it.
   As she stood naked before me wearing only her black spike heeled pumps,
she cocked her right leg slightly in front of her left, mocking a demure
pose like none I had ever seen.  I wanted to jump her that instant!
   "DAMN you look GOOD, woman!"
   She smiled back at me and blushed only slightly.  I could tell I had
earned some additional points with that last remark.  No it's my turn!
   "Would you like to undress me, or would you prefer I took care of
myself?"
   "No Honey, I'll take care of you."
   As I looked hungrily at her perfectly proportioned nude body, she
removed my suit coat, my shirt, undid my slacks and let them fall to the
floor as I stepped out of my shoes, my socks, and then my slacks.  She
stared at my shorts, still tented by my erect member.  She knelt down in
front of me and took the elastic at my waist in each hand, looking into my
eyes as she slowly tugged them down.  She seemed to be worshipping me,
almost begging me to let her pull my shorts down.
   Before I could ask her, she leaned forward and again wrapped her mouth
around my dick, the sensation of her warm wet lips and tongue filling me
with a strong burst of heat.  In a move typical of relaxation rather than
control, I put my hands on top of her head and leaned back slightly,
pushing forward far enough so she didn't have to extend herself forward in
an uncomfortable position.
   She softly plunged her mouth over me much more slowly than before, not
generating enough stimulus for another orgasm but a loving gesture of
affection and submission.  If she had kept up her full length bobbing, I
would have been able to blast her yet again in a few minutes.  Her
knowledge and abilities in fellatio were superb, the strong tingle down
deep between my legs forcing me to push her head away slightly.  I had to
be in her, soon.
   "Let's get in the tub Honey.  I'd like to be inside you when I did that
again."
   She leaned back and let my dick pop out of her mouth, smiling up at me
in a manner that displayed a submissive look a puppy might produce waiting
to be told what to do.  Gently caressing and fondling my dick with her
fingers, hands and rubbing me against her face, she whispered words that I
couldn't have dreamed my ears might capture.
   "Okay Sweetheart.  I'll do whatever you want!  All you have to do is ask
and I'll be the perfect little slave and sex toy for as long as you want
and need.  Command me and I'll obey."
   She stood up and led me by the hand toward her HUGE bathroom, the shower
alone the size of my whole bathroom in my apartment.  There was a large
whirlpool garden tub that looked more like a small swimming pool than a
place to get cleaned in, a bidet and a commode, and a countertop that
looked as if it was twelve feet long with a sink near each end.
   Right next to the garden tub was a full length window that revealed a
beautiful fenced-in lighted garden just outside.  I'll bet the gardener
would have loved to be working in THAT garden when Patty was taking a
rather long and sexy bath.
   She pulled me with her to the outside edge of the garden tub and tugged
on my hand so I would stand right behind her as she bent over and started
the water.  My dick pushed between her legs and was so close to her vagina
that I almost fucked her standing.
   I could actually hear both of our brains screaming 'WAIT!'.
   That was going to be MUCH more comfortable laying down being partially
supported by circulating jets of hot water.
   Once the water was starting to fill the tub, she stood back up, turned
slightly and smiled at me as if she were sixteen and her parents had gone
out for the weekend.  I felt as if my dad would walk in behind me and find
me naked about to fuck a little girl for the first time.  It was an unusual
sensation for us both.
   I stepped in, leaned back against one of the cushions and reached for
Patty to join me.  She kicked off her sexy black pumps and stepped into the
tub between my legs and carefully took up a position with her bum pushing
against my dick.  She needed for us to be joined once again and lifted her
bum slightly, working my cock between her thighs and up against her vulva.
When I felt her labia begin to part for me, I pushed upward and made
certain we were completely connected.
   She sat down on my lap and began to softly shift her bum around in small
circles as she leaned back and pulled my hands to her breasts.  I gently
cupped her breasts and began working the tips of her nipples between my
index fingers and thumbs.  She lifted her arms over her head and hooked
them behind my neck, tugging against me only slightly.
   I wanted our joining to last a lot longer this time, so I resisted the
temptation to begin ramming her from behind.  She seemed to appreciate my
willingness to postpone an obvious opportunity for yet another sexually
fulfilling experience and stretched her body out, pushing her bum against
me harder.
   "Mike?  I've noticed that you aren't the slightest bit uncomfortable or
nervous around me.  Are you always like this?"
   "No, but should I be?"
   "Most men are EXTERMELY uncomfortable with a woman in my position."
   "Naked in a tub with my woody stuffed wonderfully between your legs and
inside a yonni so tight it feels like a twelve year old's?"
   She smacked the outisde of my arm, obviously not particularly pleased
with my attempt at bad humor.
   "NO!  The fact that I run a multibillion dollar corporation and have the
kind of control over peoples' lives that makes most people VERY nervous."
   "That doesn't make you any less attractive, sexy, or desirable to me."
   "That's what I mean!  Most men are so afraid of pissing me off that they
don't even TRY to see how sexy I can be.  You're different and I truly like
the way you treat me.  You're not afraid to touch, kiss or fuck me like a
whore and I can't HELP but be quite taken with you Mike.  I even feel as
though I need to be commanded by you.  I hope that doesn't bother you?"
   "Of course not!  I'm flattered that you find me as attractive and sexy
as I do you."
   We lay quietly in the swirling hot water, joined erotically and
celebrating in the union of two people that desperately needed
companionship.  And yet, there was something more in the tub with us, a
heavy pall of anguish that Patty was trying her best to avoid.  It didn't
mask the unusual thoughts she had been developing, something about my
presence that began to affect her more and more.
   As we lay there quietly enjoying our time together, she shocked the Hell
out of me with her next question.
   "You're married aren't you Mike?"
   "WHAT???"
   She was confident that she knew my surprised answer was immediate
denial.
   "I knew the first time you fucked me that you were married.  There isn't
a single guy out there that has as much sexual energy and as hungry for sex
like you are.  Don't get mad at me for making you admit it, but I knew this
couldn't possibly last.  It's just TOO good."
   I wanted to make her think she was right, so when I told her the REAL
truth, it would be worth all the fucking that we'd be doing for the next
three or four days.
   "Do I look THAT married?"
   "Not at first, but I could tell after you started to act so proper and
polite.  Single guys haven't learned how to be sweet and loving until
they've been married for a few years."
   "You're not mad at me for touching and having sex with you . . . 
knowing me like you do?"
   "A little.  I just needed more affection tonight than I realized and
succumbed to my body's need for a good fuck.  Well, maybe four or five."
   I sat quietly trying to figure out how to break the news to her and then
thought it might be a good idea not to say anything for a while, so our
intercourse would last at least another hour.
   I kept playing with her breasts and reached between her legs, massaging
her clitty and VERY slowly working her to orgasm.  Number six was going to
be the best one yet.
   She arched her back and pushed her bum into my hips, forcing our bodies
together hard enough that I could feel the tip of my dick push up against
her cervix.  She must have liked that sensation quite a bit, since she
began humping me, her downward motion ending in her back arching and her
bum pushing down so she could regain that exciting sensation.
   Before either of us realized it, we were making the water splash as we
fucked each other to a nice quick rhythm.
   I held out as long as I could and right on time she started to convulse
on top of me, bringing her right arm away from my neck and shoving her hand
over mine between her legs.  She pushed my hand and fingers into her cunny
with enough force that I thought she might cut off the circulation to my
fingers.  Her repeated short thrusts were like none other that I had
experienced.  This time she was almost completely quiet, her body screaming
sex in front of me.
   When we both regained our senses, I knew it was time to break the news
to her that I wasn't married.
   "Patty?  I've got to tell you something."
   In the mirror across the tub, I could see tears begin to form in her
eyes.  She looked like she was about to lose her best friend and I hated
dragging this out, but it would mean so much more once she realized that I
was not 'encumbered by spouse'.  When her bottom lip started to quiver, I
knew it was time.
   "I'm not married, Patty."
   For a split second she started to cry, expecting the worst.  Her
expression changed immediately and her eyes flew open, her mouth wide and
forming a small 'O'.  Then it changed again, but this time she looked
angry.
   "Mike, I don't tolerate liars.  At least be honest with me if you're
going to fuck me."
   "Patty?  Look at me!"
   She turned her head as far as she could as I leaned to her right,
staring straight into her tear filled and reddened eyes.
   "I'm not married!"
   Her expression returned to shock and then pleasant surprise.
   "You mean . . .  "
   "Uh-huh.  Never been married, not even once.  I can't even keep a steady
girlfriend."
   "Come on Mike!  You've got to have women knocking themselves SILLY
trying to bed you every weekend."
   "NOPE!  My profile is accurate.  I haven't had more than three lovers in
the last nine years.  My last girlfriend didn't even let me make love to
her without protection, saying she didn't want to get pregnant.  The only
thing we did without anything in the way was '69' each other or just touch
and play with each other's bodies."
   "You mean, I can have you . . .  "
   She stopped before she openly dictated the terms of our future
relationship.  I was actually looking forward to her assuming we'd be
lovers and companions.  How could I NOT want her to be mine?
   "As often as you'd like, Patty."
   "Well, that's not EXACTLY what I was going to say, but now that you put
it that way, can I have you more often now that I know you're not married?"
   "Of course!  But I still want to get my own little So-Muchi-Girl.  I
hope you don't mind, but I've always wanted to have my own little girl to
play with and do anything I wanted to."
   She closed her eyes, turned her head forward and moaned.
   "Mike, I'm glad I'm not the only one in this tub that likes little
girls. I haven't found a person yet that I felt comfortable enough with to
let them share my little girl.  When I read your profile, I somehow felt
you were the right one."
   "I'm the first one to share Little Sandra with you?"
   "Sexually, yes!  But I have had a few older ladies and a couple of rich
little girls come by and visit her.  But NEVER a man!"
   "So I was the one that popped her cherry?"
   Her eyes flew open and she almost spun around on top of me.
   "My GOSH!  You DID!"
   "Thank you Patty.  I'm honored."
   She jabbed me in the ribs with her right arm and cracked a little wicked
smile.
   "I'll bet you'd just love to pop a REAL one, wouldn't you?"
   "I may have THOUGHT about it a couple of times, but I never felt good
about what that might do to the little thing afterward.  I may have
fantasies about making love to a little girl, but it would be such a
traumatic experience for her that it would ruin her for life!  I just
couldn't accept or live with that knowledge."
   "Well, that's not necessarily true.  There are LOTS of little girls out
there who've been having sex with their daddies or uncles or brothers long
before their first period."
   I could tell there was something she wasn't telling me.  I waited
quietly for her to come clean.
   "You're not going to say anything, are you Mike?"
   "I'm just waiting for you to finish your thought."
   "Yes, I DID have sex with my father when I was very young.  He started
playing with my pussy when I was an infant and just never stopped.  He was
always so sweet to me and never made me feel nasty or dirty.  When he took
my virginity, it was a VERY special occasion.  He bought me a new dress,
panties and shoes, took me out to a nice fancy restaurant and treated me
like his lover or wife, then to an adult movie so I would kind of get the
idea what was going to happen next and then took me home.  It was such a
lovely experience that I remember it like it was yesterday."
   "How old were you?"
   "Nine."
   "My, my.  I wish I had known YOU when you were a little girl."
   "I never let ANYONE touch me like that Mike.  Just my daddy."
   " oh "
   "We kept making love every night until my first period, two years later.
That's when he had me start taking the pill.  Once we were sure I wouldn't
get pregnant, we started having sex again every night until I was eighteen.
That's when I went to college to start working on my degrees.  Each time I
came home on vacation, it was just like the first time all over again and
we would spend hours fucking and touching each other, just like this.  I
actually had a short flashback a little while ago when we were just sitting
quietly before we both peaked.  It reminded me of when daddy would have his
woody deep inside me.  It always felt so good when he made love to me."
   She started shifting her bum around on my lap, increasing the sensation
of our coupling.
   "You're the first man that has made me feel like daddy used to and I
hope you'll let me remember him like that without making judgements or
getting mad at me for having had an incestuous relationship with my own
father.  If it makes you uncomfortable for me to think of him while I'm
with you, then tell me now."
   "Did he like to tickle and rub your clitty and titties as much as I do?"
   "He used to LOVE to touch and play with me ALL the time.  In fact, I
used to go around the house with nothing on just so he could touch and
fondle me whenever we were close enough to each other so he could reach
me."
   "I hope you don't mind taking on some old habits, Honey?"
   "Ummmmm!  I'll do whatever you want me to . . . . . .  Daddy."
   "Good girl!  Now, let me play with your pretty titties."
   We continued to talk softly and tell each other our deepest secrets,
revealing everything to each other.
   "Would you ever consider touching or fondling a REAL little girl, if you
had the chance Mike?"
   "Yeah . . .  I think so.  But just the thought of going to jail is
enough of a deterent to keep me from even TRYING to develop that kind of a
relationship.  It would take a VERY long time before a little girl might
EVER let me touch her even in the slightest way, and besides.  I don't KNOW
any little girls."
   "What if 'I' knew a few little cuties that might be coerced into having
a special friend like you?"
   "Patty?  Are you telling me that you already have a hareem of little
girls?"
   "NO!  But I have a few relatives that have some lovely young daughters
that we could teach about love and sex and play with together."
   "I think I'm going to like being with you Patty.  You have the kind of
interests and pleasures that are so much like mine that we just might be
life long lovers."
   "Are you proposing Mike?"
   My tongue got stuck in my throat.  How could someone so beautiful and
successful be interested in someone like me.  If she had known I was going
to pop my own cork a couple of days ago, she might think twice about
wanting me around.
   "Mike?"
   "Patty, I find it a little unusual that someone like you would be
interested in me.  I just don't think I'd fit in your lifestyle or even
your LEAGUE!"
   "Aren't you interested in me Mike?  Don't you like to fuck me like a
street whore and have your way with me as much as you want?  Don't you
think I'm sexy and beautiful?"
   "OF COURSE!  I've fallen head over heels in love with you, but I didn't
think that you'd be willing to have any more than a physical relationship
with someone like me."
   "Why not?"
   "Because . . .  I'm not rich, good looking or educated.  I'm nothing
more than a worker at some company down the road from yours."
   "Mike.  Money and education have little to do with love and as far as
looks go, I think you're quite handsome.  Next?"
   "The truth?"
   "ONLY!"
   "Are you sure you'd want to be seen with someone like me?  After all,
I'm sure people at your level are VERY selective with whom they're seen."
   "Mike, if I love someone, it doesn't matter how old they are, what kind
of background they have, what school they went to if any and how much money
they have in the bank.  Love transcends all, remember?"
   "You wouldn't be offended if I told you that I fell in love with you the
instant I saw you wearing that cute little girl's outfit?"
   "Not at all!  In fact, it's when I'm wearing those kind of outfits that
I'm the most vulnerable and I'll have to admit that I found you very
attractive and desirable the moment we shook hands.  I could tell that we
would be in bed before the evening was out."
   "But we haven't!"
   "You know what I mean . . .  "
   I kept touching and caressing her titties and cunny the whole time we
were talking, hoping my tactile contact would continue to influence her
need for more affection.
   "Patty, I want to be yours, but I'm going to need a little time to get
adjusted to being your lover.  I really thought that once I left last
evening, I'd never see you again.  Now that I realize there's even a REMOTE
possibility that we will have a long lasting relationship, I want to be
sure I can make YOU happy.  I know that I'd be in Heaven every time we were
together."
   "Good!  Now, can we please get out.  I'm starting to look like a prune!"
   We shut off the whirlpool jets, let the water out and dried each other
off like a newlywed couple.  When we got into bed, instead of laying next
to me face to face, she shifted her position so her gorgeous cunny was less
than an inch from my nose.
   Not being one to need too many clues, I wrapped my arms around her legs
and pulled her toward me, delving my face, nose and mouth in her cunny.  We
lay like that for the next two hours, kissing, licking, sucking and
tonguing each other continuously.
   When she let go of my dick and spun around next to me, I knew it was
time to have sex in her bed for the first time.  She lay on top of me and
had little difficulty in directing my dick into her pussy.
   "G'nite Daddy."
   "Night Sweetheart.  Always remember that Daddy loves you very much."
   "I know you do Daddy.  You make love to me in the kitchen, the bathtub,
the couch, everywhere!"
   "Good girl.  Just remember that you don't have to EVER ask if you want
to make love.  Come give me a nice hug and take me with you to where you
want me to make love to you, okay?"
   "Okay Daddy.  I love you Daddy."
   "I love you too Patty."
   Within ten minutes, she was asleep.
   When we woke up, we were still joined, my dick slightly withered, but
still up inside her vagina.  I knew she loved sex even more than I did when
she started to shift her pussy around on top of me, making my dick spring
back to attention.
   "Morning Mike."
   "Morning Patty."
   "Mike, can we make love before we get up please?"
   "Patty, I told you last night that you never have to ask.  If you want
me to make love to you, then just do it!"
   "I thought you were speaking to me as a little girl, somewhat
metaphorically?"
   "NOPE!  I love being inside you so much, that I would do just about
anything to make you feel comfortable enough to have sex with me anywhere
you wanted to.  I just didn't want you to think that I was crude or
perverted by wanting to take Daddy's place."
   "If you're up to the job, then consider the position filled . . .  among
other things, of course!"
   She began humping me lovingly, closing her eyes.  I could tell she
wanted to remember being with her Daddy.  She must have loved him VERY
much!
   "I must be the luckiest Daddy in the whole world.  My little girl is so
smart and beautiful and she has such a sexy little body, I hope I'll be
able to make love to her until the end of time."
   Her eyes flew open and she had an expression that was a combination of
shock and excitement.
   "OH DADDY!  I KNEW YOU'D COME BACK!  When you died while I was at
school, I almost died myself.  I missed you for so long that I couldn't
stop crying.  I've been good and I always thought of you when I touched
myself like you used to.  Are you happy with how I look?  I wanted to make
sure if you ever came back that you'd be proud of me."
   "Patty, I'm so proud that you've accomplished so much in your young life
and taken such good care of your beautiful body.  You look just as good as
I remember when you came home to visit me that last Christmas.  Your
coochie is still nice and tight and I've been looking forward to making
love to you for a VERY long time."
   Patty's expression changed dramatically.  She looked as if she had just
seen a ghost.
   "Daddy?  Mike?"
   "Yes Baby?"
   "Is it REALLY you, Daddy?"
   "Um-hmmm!"
   "OH DADDY!  Fuck me like you used to, please?"
   Without realizing it, my mind was filled with images of Patty face down
in bed with her bum stuck up in the air, my dick being thrust in and out of
her pussy from behind with the speed and passion of a sexually starved
pedophile.
   I pulled out of her wonderful vagina, turned her over and pushed her
into the position that was still filling my mind, Patty accepting every
nonverbal command without question or delay.  With her face pressed to the
sheets, her bum sticking up in the air and her legs spread apart slightly,
I stuffed my face between her bum cheeks and began tonguing her from
sphyncter to clitty.  She grabbed the sheets with her outstretched hands as
I worked her tender young body.
   For the next few minutes, I kept up her lingual pleasures until I could
hear her begin to whimper.  Somehow I knew that it was time to plunge my
woody into her from behind and shifted position.  I hooked my hands around
her hips and began stuffing my 'little girl' with every inch I had, ramming
her in and out for the next thirty minutes.  Her voice increased in pitch
until it sounded like she was about ten or eleven years old.
   "Oh DADDY!  I love you so much!  Do me Daddy.  Fuck me good!"
   I surprised myself with my stamina and kept up our lovemaking for
another ten minutes before I heard Patty almost crying with sexual
excitement.  Her jerking and bucking under me took me over the edge and I
filled my 'daughter' with enough baby juice to get her pregnant ten times.
   With my last convulsion, I reached under her and cupped both of her
perfectly shaped titties and massaged them lovingly, gently twisting and
rolling her nipples as her breasts hung down like fleshy fruit.
   She kept her face pushed into her pillows as she rocked softly back and
forth, giving me additional stimulation as I returned back to reality.
   "Thank you Daddy.  I knew you'd come back to me if I wished hard enough
and waited long enough."
   I wasn't certain if I would be able to keep up my end of her fantasy,
but I knew I had to try.  I remained quiet and still for the next minute,
waiting for her to clue me into what she wanted me to do.
   "Mike?  Are you okay?"
   "I'm fantastic!  How are you Patty?"
   "I'm happier than I've been in a very long time.  I hope you don't mind
playing along with me, but for a few minutes, I was sure my Daddy had
really come back to me, since he used to love to fuck me from behind and
play with my titties afterward just like you did.  Mike, I know this may
sound a little aggressive, but I want you to stay with me all day today. 
I'll treat you to a lot of great sex and keep you as satisfied as I can. 
Would you be willing to spend the day with me, please?"
   While staying nicely joined, I turned her over and lay on top of her as
she nestled nicely under me, hugging and kissing me when our lips were
close enough.
   "Mike, I hope that was a 'yes', 'cause I feel so good right now that I'd
probably start promising you all sorts of stuff if you talked me into it."
   "Patty, you don't have to worry about me going anywhere.  I'm on
vacation for the next couple of weeks and don't have to call into the
office until I plan on coming back."
   Her eyes flew open as widely as saucers and her mouth opened to a large
"O".  She had been enjoying our being together so much that she had
forgotten about getting ready to go to work.  Time to try to get back on
her good side.
   "I don't mind if you need to go to work today.  We can meet again when
you have time."
   Her face returned to it's previous glow and she wiggled her hips under
me, stimulating me enough to make me want to fuck her yet again.
   "Patty, if you keep doing that, I may not let you get up for the next
couple of hours!"
   "Promise?  Rank has it's priviledges you know.  Since I'm the boss, I
can dictate my own schedule, so if you'd like to make love until noon, then
I'm game."
   "You sure you want me stuffed neatly between your legs all morning?  I
might get used to this wonderful sensation and want to be inside you at
least four or five times a day every day."
   "Mike?  Please tell me this isn't a dream.  I've been waiting for a man
like you to come into my life for a VERY long time and I'd hate it if
you're teasing me or lying to me."
   "Patty, I'm not smart enough to lie about me or my background.  What you
see and feel is what you get.  If you like what it's been like for the last
dozen hours or so, then we need to talk."
   After she leaned over and made a couple of phone calls to her
administrative assistant, my woody pushing in and out of her softly as she
maintained a rather normal sounding conversation, we spent the next three
hours softly talking, cooing and touching each other maintaining constant
hip contact.
   By two in the afternoon, she made me promise to spend as much time with
her when she got home from work everyday from now on.  With no hesitation,
I agreed.
   By four in the afternoon, I was cleaned up, dressed and ready to drive
back home, Patty not wanting me to leave.  She kept holding my hand,
hugging me around the waist and pushing her robe covered body into me as
much as she could until I was out her front door, Patty standing in the
doorway with her robe opened just enough so I could see the front of her
near naked body as she waved goodbye.
   When I got home, I decided that I didn't need to visit any more happy
owners so I called each of my hosts and told them that I was going to
cancel my appointments.  I was STILL going to get my own little
So-Muchi-Girl, but was going to base my decisions on a more select list of
preferences without the unnecessary influence of other little dolls.
   By the time I fell into bed, I was exhausted!
   Around ten thirty the next morning, I woke up and tried to discern
whether what had happened the previous two days and night were real.  As I
tried to focus my eyes on the clock, the phone rang.
   "Hello?"
   "Mike?  It's Patty."
   "Hi Babygirl.  Is my little sweetheart being good today?  Is she
thinking of her naughty Daddy right now and tickling her trickle like I
want her to?"
   In a loud whisper, Patty huffed at me over the phone.
   "Mike!  Not NOW, please!  I'm at the office."
   In a soft voice, I gently tickled her ear with my tongue.
   "I'll bet my little angel is wearing a pretty pair of tiny little pink
panties, isn't she?  Just like the kind she used to wear when we went to my
office and she sat on my lap, my nasty fingers tickling her sweet yonni
until she was bucking softly on my lap."
   In a whisper barely audible and in a little girl's voice, she revealed
just how close to the mark I hit.
   "OH MY GOD!  Daddy?  You know I love to let you tickle me when I sit on
your lap.  Can I take my panties off for you, please?"
   "Um hmmm.  I wish you would Babygirl.  Tell me what you're doing so I
can pretend to be there while you're doing it, okay Sweetie?"
   Her six or seven year old personna came flowing out like an unleashed
fantasy.
   "My dress is a little long Daddy.  Can I pull it up a little?"
   "Yes, please."
   I could hear the sound of her clothes softly rustling as she held the
phone handset with the side of her head, her hands busily working the
bottom of her dress up her luscious legs.  Remaining in her little girl
mind and using a high pitched and soft voice, she continued to have sex
with me over the phone.
   "It's pulled up a little bit more Daddy."
   "Is it pulled all the way up so I can see your pretty panties,
Babydoll?"
   In another loud whisper, she revealed that her actions may NOT be nearly
as hidden as I may have thought.
   "DADDY!  Somebody may SEE!"
   "I know Sugar.  That's why I like to see you pull your pretty panties
down on my lap.  I want EVERYONE to know just how beautiful my little angel
truly is.  Now, pull your dress up a little higher, please."
   "I love you so much Daddy."
   "I love you too Babydoll, now, pull your dress up so I can see your
panties, please."
   "You know I'll do whatever you want, don't you Daddy?"
   "And you know that I'll do whatever I can as LONG as I can, don't you
Angel?"
   "Uh huh!"
   "Good girl, now let me see."
   "Okay Daddy."
   The rustling of the phone was obvious indication of her compliance.
   "My dress is pulled up just like you like it Daddy.  My bummy is all
uncovered now."
   "Good girl.  Now pull your panties down please, and go slow so I can
watch you and enjoy this wonderful vision before me."
   As Patty used both hands to wiggle the snug elastic down her hips and
along her full legs, my closed eyes could actually see in my mind the
vision of a little girl on my lap, pulling her panties down her legs.  She
kept looking up into my face with a nervous smile on her face and then back
down, making sure her dress was pulled up to her hips high enough that I
could see the plump fullness of her naked and perfectly cleaved hairless
labia.  My mind could actually picture Patty as a little girl on my lap,
her panties down around her ankles and my hand softly caressing her legs.
   As my ear was pressed into the telephone handset, my mind was filled
with the loveliness of a little seven year old as she lifted one, then the
other leg as her panties were worked over each of her shoe covered feet. 
She then presented me with her empty underwear, making sure to pull her
dress high enough up her tummy so I could take in the young sexiness of her
precious body.
   "Oh, Babydoll, I just love it when you pull your dress up like that so I
can see all of your wonderful charms.  You know that I just LOVE to see
you, even if I can't tickle you all the time, don't you?"
   "Uh huh."
   "You are such a beautiful little girl Patty.  I hope you will pull your
panties down for me every day."
   To my surprize, I could hear Patty softly crying into the phone.
   "I love you so much Daddy.  I wish you were here with me right now."
   "I am, Baby.  I am.  Now I want you to do something for me, okay?"
   "Okay."
   "I want you to be a very naughty, but very good little girl and put your
panties in the desk drawer like you're supposed to.  Then I want you to
help me do my work like a good little helper and tickle yourself every once
in a while and let me take a little peek.  Can you do that for me, Punkin?"
   "Uh huh.  I'll do whatever you say Daddy."
   I heard a drawer being pulled open and then pushed closed.  I imagined
her panties spread out on top of some important contract, the recipients
never knowing just how close they came to Heaven.
   "Good girl.  Now, if you feel a little embarrassed, you can pull your
dress down, BUT ONLY A LITTLE.  I want to be able to see your pretty legs
all the way to your yonni."
   "Okay Daddy.  Thanks Daddy."
   "You're welcome Punkin.  I love you Baby."
   "I love you too, Daddy."
   I lay quietly in my bed, my left hand clutching the phone as my right
hand worked my cock up and down under the sheets.  We didn't say anything
for the next couple of minutes, Patty doing a few things at her desk, my
eyes remained closed imagining her gorgeous and full legs with her dress
pulled up high enough that I could see her sweetly shaved snatch.  Patty
broke my reverie as softly as she could, her whisper in a more normal adult
voice.
   "Mike?"
   "Yes Patty?"
   "Thank you."
   "For?
   "Taking me back to see my Daddy.  You can't believe how real it seemed
when you were talking to me like that.  It was just like he was right here
with me.  You accurately described what he would do when I would visit him
at his office."
   "I'm glad you enjoyed it.  I hope I haven't embarrassed you too much,
Hon."
   "Actually, I'm getting kind of horny right now."
   "Well, be careful.  I'd hate to think I kept you from thinking clearly
by talking naughty to you over the phone."
   "What a wonderful way to be distracted."
   "I hate to bring you back to reality, but to what do I owe this
wonderful phone call?  I'm sure you don't normally call some guy
anonymously and talk dirty to them, or want to call me just to have some
neat phone sex."
   "Well, no . . .  but it was sure NICE!  I was calling to ask if you'd
like to meet me for lunch.  Would you . . .  please?"
   "I'd be delighted.  What time?"
   "How about eleven forty five.  I can have lunch brought into my private
dining room and we could . . .  you know, talk."
   "Be there with a smile on, bells on, and a hardon!"
   "Be nice, Mike.  I still have to keep SOME semblance of decency and
order around here."
   "I promise I won't jeopardize your position in your office Patty.  That
is, unless you won't mind me gently putting you into one of MY favorite
positions?"
   "M-I-K-E-!"
   "Just teasing Honey.  I'll be nice, I promise."
   "Well . . .  you can be naughty.  But just a LITTLE!"
   "No worries Angel.  See you at eleven forty five."
   Now that I was fully awake and completely hard, I looked again at the
clock and almost freaked.  Ten forty five!  I needed to get cleaned up,
dressed and drive downtown in just an hour!  CRAP!
   I don't know how I made it, but right as the grandfather clock along one
wall of her waiting room chimed eleven forty five, I walked in and
introducted myself to her office assistant.  She was pretty, but nowhere
near as sexy or beautiful as Patty.
   Carla called Patty over the intercom and told her that I had arrived. 
Just as she stood up and was about to direct me through a nicely framed
deeply carved solid oak door, someone stepped into the room behind me from
the lobby.
   "I've got an order for Miss Higgins, Carla.  Will she be having lunch in
her private dining room today?"
   "Yes, Andre."
   "Excellent!"
   He held the door open for both Carla and me as he motioned for another
neatly dressed servant to roll a cart full of food into Patty's office
behind us.
   When I saw Patty for the first time today, she blushed so brightly, I
thought for sure she was going to turn forty shades of red.
   As I approached, she shocked me by reaching out to me with both hands
and then leaned forward, kissing me softly on the cheek.  Now 'I' was
blushing!
   Carla smiled at both of us as Andre and his assistant began to set a
large round table off to one side of Patty's office around a short
partition.  I heard the distinct snap of a tablecloth and saw it billow up
into the air and then settle back down, Andre's assistant smoothing it out
and aligning it as if he had done this a thousand times.  Patty never broke
her hold of my hand and walked with me toward that end of her office. 
Instead of sitting at the table, she directed me to a leather couch along
the same wall, Andre handing us each a glass of nicely chilled white wine.
It looked like I was getting the full treatment.
   As Andre and his unnamed assistant continued to set the table and begin
serving our lunch, Carla took a seat next to my right, Patty to my left. 
Patty's crossed left leg was caressing my left knee and I could tell her
body was dripping with sexual passion.  It seemed our earlier phone sex had
made her feel quite at ease.  I was wondering if her panty adventure was
real or imagined.  I wanted to look up her dress but didn't have the nerve
to try.
   Carla began to read from a small tablet a series of facts related to
Patty's afternoon appointments, a couple of phone calls that had come in
just minutes before and a request from an executive from another firm to
have dinner.  Patty looked down into her hands on her lap and shook her
head, making me just a little jealous of whomever it was that was trying to
worm his way into my baby's heart.
   "Carla, tell Steve that I'm NOT interested.  If I have to, I'll have our
company lawyer send him a form letter to tell him to back off.  If he
doesn't get the message THIS time, tell him that any future phone calls,
e-mails or letters will be referred to our legal department."
   Without looking up, Carla scribbled some notes on her tablet and
smirked.
   "Yes Ma-am."
   "Anything else, Carla?"
   "No Miss Higgins.  That's it for now."
   Just as Carla was getting up and headed for the door, Andre called us to
lunch.
   "Lunch is served, Mademoiselle."
   "Thank you, Andre."
   I stood and helped Patty up, holding her hand as gingerly as any man
courting her might.  She smiled up at me and blushed slightly, accepting
the attention willingly.
   Our five course lunch was the best meal I had EVER eaten.  Soup, salad,
apperitife, the most exquisite chicken I had ever tasted, and then a
wonderful French pastry for dessert.  We ended the lunch with two glasses
of champagne, clinking our glasses more than once as we looked hungrily
into each other's eyes.  She then directed me back to her comfy leather
couch and practically sat on my lap.  What was absolutely surprizing was
the level of discretion that Andre and his assistant maintained, never
looking directly at either of us as we settled into the deep cushions of
her lovely furniture.
   With all of the plates and the table cleared, Andre left the half empty
champagne bottle in the ice bucket, bid us adieu and made his exit.  With
her nearly empty glass in her right hand and her left leg hooked over my
right, she leaned forward slightly and kissed me sweetly as my heart raced.
I had never experienced this level of dining elegance before in my life and
to top it off, a sexy and VERY horny woman had my dick throbbing and my
hormones running through every cell in my body.
   "Did you like my little surprize Mike?"
   "I sure did!  I never knew top management ever had it THIS good.  Maybe
I should have tried harder to climb the corporate ladder sooner."
   "Well, I don't eat like this very often.  Only when I have a very
special guest or client to entertain."
   As silly as it sounds, I actually started to get jealous.  Patty must
have felt it, and wanted to allay any of my suspicions.
   "Don't worry Mike.  I've NEVER been this intimate with anybody at any of
my luncheons.  You're the first."
   I jumped at the sound of those last three words, remembering when she
told me that I was the first guy that had ever been with Little Sandra
intimately.  She could see the vast amounts of testosterone coursing
through my blood, blushed and then smiled at me.  Being just as horny as
she was, I decided to try something rather bold.
   "Patty, may I check something at your desk?"
   She looked at me with a rather quizzical expression.
   "Well . . .  yeah.  I guess so."
   I leaned forward, kissed her softly and then stood up.  I walked to her
desk and stood along the back of it, to the right of her leather chair.  I
looked at her chair for a moment and then reached down to the second drawer
on the right side, pulling it open.
   Patty felt her blood rush to her head and turned a brilliant crimson.
   I looked down and saw a tiny pair of pink panties with a damp spot still
elegantly showing me that the wearer had recently been rather aroused.  I
reached into the drawer and picked them up, laying them out in my open left
hand and smiled, caressing them back and forth along that glorious wet
spot. Without regard for someone coming into her office, I lifted my left
hand to my face, her tiny undergarment openly displayed.  I closed my eyes
and pressed them into my nose, breathing deeply, filling my lungs with her
womanly scent.
   As I began to exhale, I lowered my hand a little and looked over at
Patty.  She looked like she was about to be fucked by the entire crew of an
aircraft carrier.
   I carried my prize with me chest high back to where Patty was nervously
sitting, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape.  When I sat down in
the same location as before, I used my right hand to gingerly uncross her
legs and then tease them apart enough so I could look up her dress and see
if they belonged to her.  I know it sounds stupid, but it really meant a
lot for me to look up a corporate executive's dress while she was in her
office.
   As she permitted my brazen move, I caught the distinct aroma of her
natural perfume as it eminated from between her legs, the same perfume that
I sampled when I held her empty panties to my face.
   Patty started shaking so much that I had to set her undergarment down on
my right leg and take her champagne glass from her.  She watched my every
move and did nothing to prevent me from doing anything.
   What I did next must have sent her into orbit.
   I picked up her panties from my right leg and set them down on the couch
to my left and then scooted down to the floor, kneeling in front of her as
I looked up at her face as if I was about to worship her like an obedient
slave.
   "Will we be alone for at least ten more minutes?"
   All she did was nod, her lips quivering as her tongue ran back and forth
along them, trying to keep them moist and ready for our next kiss.
   I looked down to her legs and with each hand, tugged her knees apart
enough that I could see the wonderful fullness and glorious wetness of her
excitement.  She never resisted any of my actions and looked like she was
in another world.
   I slowly pushed my face between her thighs and praised her for her
natural beauty.
   "Oh Punkin!  You are SO beautiful."
   She leaned back, closed her eyes and surrendered herself to me and her
willingness to be sexed lingually.  I tongued her for the next twenty
minutes, her body twitching and bucking to at least four orgasms, or ONE
nice long one.  I kept licking and sucking her juices from her sweet gash
until I realized that she was about to wet the back of her dress, my not
being able to lap up every last little dribble that she was eminating from
her vagina.
   I rose rather quickly and collected a few paper tissues from a small box
near her desk and returned to attend to her like her lover . . .  or Daddy
might.  I was able to prevent her lovely liquids from soiling her dress and
gently dabbed her dry.  I softly dried her enough to prevent any further
risk of our brief fun and kissed her labia lovingly, leaning back and
spreading her legs much wider than an executive's legs should ever be
spread.  That is unless she was trying to give the impression that she
wanted someone to see just how willing she was to show her appreciation for
a job well done.
   I leaned forward one last time and kissed her cunny, diddling her clitty
once more and then leaned back.  I retrieved her panties from her far left
and put them back on her legs one at a time, working them up her legs until
she had to lift her bum off the couch so I could slip them the final few
inches along her plump ass.  I worked the material along the soft elegance
of her pussy a few more times and then pushed her legs closed, pulling her
dress back down to it's more normal location.  I sat back down to her left
and gave her the partially empty champagne glass, lifted mine to my mouth
and took a sip.  She duplicated my actions and emptied her glass, looked
into my eyes and never blinked.
   When she finally came around, she put her glass down and wrapped her
arms around me, hugging me tightly.
   "Thank you Mike.  That was the best after dessert-dessert I could have
EVER had."
   "You're welcome Honey.  Glad I could be of 'service'.  I just LOVE these
private personnel reviews, don't you?"
   She cracked a wicked smile and poked me in the ribs, catching the
insinuation immediately.
   Reality interrupted our meeting and Patty's phone rang.  Without moving,
she called out.
   "Yes, Carla?"
   "Miss Higgins, your two thirty will be here in ten minutes."
   "Thank you Carla."
   TWO THIRTY!  Boy, do I know how to make an impression!
   "Guess I need to get going, huh Sweetie?"
   "I wish you didn't have to go.  I sure would love to have you under my
desk while I was here for the rest of the day."
   Patty could tell I was actually considering her offer as I turned to my
left and tried to see if I could fit comfortably under her desk.  When I
looked back into her eyes, I wasn't sure if I saw hunger or fear.
   "Can we?"
   "MIKE!  I was teasing."
   "Yeah, but wouldn't it be something to be working all afternoon with
your lover tonguing you while you tried to maintain your composure, people
talking on the phone or meeting with you as your cunny was being attacked
by your own personal sex slave?"
   She grabbed my arm, clenched her lips between her teeth and threw her
head back, actually considering it.  When she looked back into my eyes, I
knew I just had to.  I got up and tugged at her hands, pulling her up off
the couch as she tried her best to fight the intense excitement that was
running through her beautiful body.
   "Mike we shouldn't!  Someone might see."
   "They might, but what would they say?  Your people are loyal to you,
aren't they?"
   As I backed up toward her desk, I could tell she had lost any reluctance
and succumbed to the idea of being sexually pleasured while she tried to
work.  I took my coat off and folded it, putting it on the floor behind me
as I knelt down and worked my way into the cavernous hole under her desk.
   Just before she sat down, I reached out from underneath and pushed my
hands up inside her dress and worked her panties back down, Patty lifting
up one, then the other leg as she surrendered her tiny undergarment to me.
I pulled her desk drawer open again and returned her panties to their
earlier location, closing the drawer after laying them neatly along the top
of the other contents.  Patty pulled her chair under her bum and pushed her
legs under the desk, right into my waiting face.
   As she lifted the telephone handset and told Carla that she was ready
for her two thirty, I worked her dress as high as I could up her legs,
Patty lifting each of her legs and then each side of her bum as I pushed
the fabric under her body.  I then rather bruskly pulled her legs under her
desk and spread them as far apart as her chair and the inside partitions of
the desk would permit.  I then began to feast on her pussy like a madman.
   I heard Carla open the door and direct someone inside, introducing them
and having them sit down across from Patty.  I paid absolutely no attention
to anything they said as I tongued my lover until she started to gently
convulse, her orgasm extremely subdued but fully enjoyed.
   I could tell I was doing a good job, because she ran her right hand
along the side of my face twice and then returned her hand to the top of
her desk.  She never prevented me from doing anything to her pussy and
instead of being mean or cruel, I gently and lovingly kept tickling and
tonguing her until the person thanked her for her time, got up and left the
room.  Without moving, she spoke to me as if she were speaking to someone
sitting in the chair across from her desk.
   "Mike, I hope you realize how difficult that was.  I don't know how I
made it through that meeting, but I can't tell you how much I loved every
minute of it.  I'm sure my new executive vice president will always wonder
what the Hell I was thinking as she stared at me while I had three
wonderful orgasms right in front of her."
   "Only THREE?"
   She smacked the top of my head like a puppy that had accidentally taken
too rough a nip.
   "She's probably thinking that this place must be one HELL of a good
organization to work for, since it's CEO looks like she's constantly in a
state of orgasmic arousal."
   Carla interrupted us again and informed her that her three o'clock had
to cancel and that the rest of her day was clear.  I could feel Patty
almost melt into her chair as I continued to flick the front edge of her
clitty with the tip of my tongue.
   "Thuh-thank you Carla.  If you'd like, why don't you tell everyone that
I'll be out for the rest of the day.  You go ahead and take off early too,
okay?"
   "That's very kind Miss Higgins.  Thank you."
   After no more than ten minutes, We could hear Carla softly knock and
then step part way around Patty's office door.
   "Miss Higgins.  Will you be needing anything else?"
   "Nuh-nuh-NOOOO, thank you, Carla.  I'll see you tomorrow.  MMMMMMM!"
   Carla had to know where I was, since there was no other exit from
Patty's office.  I could sense her assistant blushing as she looked at her
boss in a totally new light.  She smiled and then left the room, closing
the door after she flipped the latch along the inside of the door handle,
making certain the door was locked so nobody would disturb her beautiful
and quite horny boss.
   As soon as Patty and I were alone, I pushed her chair back a little
further, took a thigh into each arm and hooked them over my shoulders and
dove back into her sweet snatch.  She put both hands around the back of my
head and pulled as hard as she could, almost cutting off my air supply in
the process.  Now was the time I wished I had been born a whale, able to
breath through the top of my head with a twelve foot long tongue.
   I worked Patty into a wonderful frenzy, her soft moans and high pitched
whimpers betraying her executive position completely.  By the time I let
her come back down, it was five forty and we could hear the cleaning people
running vacuum cleaners and emptying trash cans.
   "Would you like to get something to eat before I wear you out any more?
I plan on keeping you in a constant state of arousal, so you better keep
your strength up Patty."
   "Damn Mike!  Don't you EVER get enough?"
   "Nope!"
   We left my clunker in the parking garage and took her Lex home, picking
up some Chinese on the way.  We hadn't been in her house more than thirty
minutes by the time we finished eating and were naked in bed, locked in a
wonderful '69' embrace.  We stayed like that for another two hours until
she finally coaxed me into giving her a nice hot shower.
   We touched each other in the shower as if we had never been with another
person in our lives, our hands finding every stimulating and erogenous zone
imaginable.  We were dry and back in her bed when her live-in housekeeper
came into her bedroom and picked up after us, clothes scattered all over
the place from the doorway to the bed.  The older woman never said a word
as she conducted herself with the utmost of decorum, not looking at us for
more than the briefest of moments.
   Patty and I lay in each other's arms for the rest of the night, just
hugging and touching until we woke up around six.  She mounted me somewhat
uncerimoniously and pleasured herself with my tool until she was bucking on
top of me, enjoying yet another good fuck.  She got up, showered, got
ready, dressed and was out the door before I woke back up.
   When I finally got out of bed, my clothes were at the end of the bed,
cleaned, pressed and neatly folded.  Even my underwear!  I showered and got
dressed, finding everything I needed in her luxurious bathroom.
   When I came downstairs, Patty's housekeeper greeted me with a warm smile
and told me that my breakfast would be ready in just a minute.  She
directed me to the covered patio and handed me the daily edition of the
Journal, as if I knew how to gleen important pieces of valuable information
from it that would somehow make a difference in MY day.
   When she returned, she had a tray full of food for me, including coffee,
milk, orange juice and a small shot of brandy.  My gosh.  Patty really
knows how to live!  The mature help served me my breakfast as sweetly and
delicately as if I were the master of the house.  What she said next
floored me.
   "Mr.  Brewster, I hope you're not trying to hurt Miss Higgins."
   I almost shot a mouthful of milk out my nose.
   "PARDON?"
   "I know you and my mistress have had a quite enjoyable time together and
hope you're not trying to take advantage of her.  She is quite an
intelligent, beautiful, but VERY lonely woman.  Her needs here at home
haven't been satisfied in many years and she seems quite taken with you.  I
just hope you don't try to make her miserable later by stringing her along,
just so you can obtain some of her vast wealth."
   "Before we continue with this conversation, I think we need to be
formally introduced."
   "Pardon me.  My name is Ursula Whitson.  MISSUS Ursula Whitson."
   "Thank you Mrs.  Whitson.  Now, as to your concern for Patty's frame of
mind and safety, I can assure you I have no intention of harming her in the
slightest.  In fact, I've grown so attached to her and fallen head over
heels in love with her that I think your consideration for your mistress is
wonderful and quite reassuring.  How long have you known Patty?"
   "I've known Mistress Patty since she was a little baby girl.  Master
Higgins was gracious enough to allow me to assist him in her upbringing,
and I've come to think of her quite highly."
   I could tell something wasn't being told and made up my mind to dig a
lot deeper as quickly as I could.
   "I guess seeing Patty sitting on Mr.  Higgins lap naked made you think
she was being taken advantage of by HIM, don't you?"
   "MY DAUGHTER . . .  "
   Mrs.  Whitson stopped immediately and collected her thoughts as she
pulled out a chair and sat down to my left at the breakfast table.
   "Does she know Mrs.  Whitson?"
   "No."
   "How long did you and Mr.  Higgins have a sexual relationship?"
   "It started ten months after he brought me back from Europe, on my
eighth birthday."
   "Was he good to you?"
   "He was the most kind man I have EVER known in my life."
   "Tell me how you came to be with him, Ursula."
   "My parents both worked for the European company Master Higgins' older
uncle owned and were loyal to his uncle from the time they started working
for him.  When my aunt needed surgery to remove a cancerous tumor, my
parents knew they needed to help but had little money to spare, so my
father did something that he regretted for many weeks.  He stole from his
boss and used the money to help pay for the medical bills my aunt had.  He
ultimately felt so bad about what he had done and lost so much sleep over
having betrayed his wonderful boss, that he begged his boss for forgiveness
and told him that he would do anything to try to make it up to him.  When
his boss suggested an old fashioned way out by selling me, my father almost
died, but knew that he was right, because he had five other children to
look out for and I was the youngest of the bunch.  He couldn't afford to
lose his job and would do just about anything to keep his family fed and
clothed.  After a few hours of discussion, my father agreed to a 'price'
and accepted his fate.  Although he felt much worse about what he had done
to get himself into this situation, he knew that I would be well taken care
of if I could go back to America with his boss's nephew, but ONLY with his
nephew."
   Her eyes were full of tears and she blinked a few times, but never took
her gaze away from the top of the table.
   "Master Higgins brought me to America when I was seven and two months
old, treating me with such love and respect that I quickly lost any fear of
him or longing for my poor home in Bulgaria.  Even when he bathed and
dressed me every day, he would treat me with the love and respect that only
a FATHER would bestow on his own flesh and blood.  When he washed my naked
body with his cloth covered hand, he would touch my sex only briefly and
never took advantage of his power over me by forcing his hands or fingers
between my legs to satisfy his carnal urges.  I grew to love him dearly and
actually began to WANT him to touch me in a physical way, to the point that
I made excuses for him to spend more time with his hands between my legs.
On my eighth birthday, he gave me a brand new dress, new shoes and long
stockings, and a pretty pair of frilly panties that I just HAD to show off.
It was difficult for him not to look at me as I twirled around in front of
my tall mirror and hooped my dress up so I could see my pretty new panties
and lovely stockings.  I could tell he liked to see me underneath my dress
and gave him every opportunity to look at me and even TOUCH me, if he
wanted to.  That afternoon, he invited a whole bunch of children from a
number of his employees to come to his home and share in my surprize
birthday party.  It was so magical!  There were clowns, balloons, two
ponies to ride and a whole petting zoo.  The two cakes we had were so
pretty and tasted so good that I almost got sick from eating too much.  He
never tried to stop me and let me do whatever I wanted the whole day.  When
the party was over, I cried, because I knew for sure it was just a dream.
As he held me in his strong arms and tried to convince me that this was
just the first of MANY birthdays that he would give me, I cried and cried,
hugging him as tightly as I possibly could.  I knew I needed to show him
just how much I loved him for being so good to me."
   Ursula wiped her tears away as she smiled and then blushed slightly,
never breaking her cadence as she kept unloading her heart and soul to me,
a virtual stranger in her own home.
   "That evening, when he took me upstairs to change and get ready for my
bath, I asked him to hold me for a long time, looking into his strong face
and staring into his eyes with a combination of fear and admiration.  When
I finally allowed him to put me down, I held onto his hand and pulled him
along with me to my bedroom, asking him to help me get undressed.  He
looked quite nervous and never said a word as he undid my pretty dress and
lifted it over my head, took my shoes off and then pulled my stockings and
then my panties all the way to the floor.  At first I was totally
embarrassed to be naked in front of him, but felt a strong stirring between
my legs that had been growing in intensity since the first time he gently
washed my body so delicately.  I then took his hand and pulled him behind
me to my bathroom.  He collected all the towels and soaps needed, turned
the water on for me as he had done for ten months without incident and then
lifted me into the tub, setting me down into the mass of bubbles that I
just loved to play with.  The rest of my bath was quite normal, until he
was washing me between my legs as he always did last.  This time, I cupped
his hands up between my legs with my own and looked him in the eyes as I
pulled the washcloth away and pushed his naked fingers into my tender body.
He did nothing at first, but eventually began to softy caress me until I
let his hands go.  He stopped and looked down at me with a big smile on his
face and was about to pull his hands away when I grabbed them and returned
them to my nymphet body and pressed them into me again.  He got the idea
that I needed him to play with me so he kissed me gently and touched me
sweetly as I stood there in my tub.  Before I knew what had happened, I was
out of the tub, dried off and laying on my back on my own bed, Mr.  Higgins
kissing me between my legs and making me feel things that I couldn't have
POSSIBLY imagined on my eighth birthday."
   "Did he take you that night?"
   "No, he waited until I was twelve before we made love the first time,
wanting to be sure that I knew what we were both doing before he took my
virginity.  He was so good to me and so gentle that it was nothing like I
had imagined.  Instead of being painful and scary, it was tender and has
been a wonderful memory even to this day."
   "How old were you when you got pregnant with Patty?"
   "I was sixteen and a half when I got pregnant, and Patricia was born
when Teddy was thirty two.  He absolutely adored watching her being born
and was the proudest father I had ever seen.  We took great care to keep
our relationship a secret and went back to Europe so I could give birth
without any of the local people finding out.  When we got back, he told me
that I was to help Patricia grow up as sweet a little girl as I had been,
telling me that he would never hurt her as long as he lived.  I knew he
liked little girls, since he was so enamoured with me when I was only
seven, so I never interfered when he started to play with her naked body in
his bath.  Teddy went on a business trip for two months when Patricia was
about six months old, and when he came back, he looked so young and trim, I
almost didn't recognize him.  While he was away, he got a facelift and a
vasectomy, so he wouldn't burden me with another child.  That evening,
after I put Patricia to bed, I went to his bedroom and had sex with him all
night.  He was like a tiger all night long and gave me many hours of
pleasure.  We had sex as often as he wanted, since we no longer needed to
worry about my getting pregnant.  That lasted until Patricia was four, and
she noticed me going into his bedroom one evening, asking why I wasn't
wearing any clothes.  I made some excuse that she accepted and had to
restrict our activities until she was either in bed or away at school. 
Teddy and I made love almost every day up until then, but had to refrain to
less than once a week from then on.  It wasn't until I found him and
Patricia in his tub kissing, with his hand rubbing between her legs that I
realized that I had lost his love.  For many months after that, I kept a
discrete distance from his bedroom until he gave me permission to enter,
knowing that his attentions were now being directed at his new daughter. 
She took to his affections quickly and was soon walking around the house in
very little, if anything at all, just so she could let Teddy look at and
then touch her whenever he wanted."
   "What did it feel like for you to see your own daughter taking your
place in his bed?"
   "At first, I was humiliated and angry, and wanted to tell someone just
to get even.  After thinking about all the years that Teddy had treated me
with love and respect, I conceded that what he was doing with our daughter
was nothing more than what he did with me.  I knew he wouldn't
intentionally hurt her and would wait until she was ready before making her
a woman.  Just before her nineth birthday, she came to my room and began
asking me all sorts of very personal questions, related to what a woman was
supposed to do when the man wanted her to share her body with him
completely.  I told her what she needed to know about having sex and made
sure she knew not to tell anyone else about it.  I warned her about the
pain she would feel and even about bleeding right after.  She accepted what
I said with maturity and never became squeamish or afraid.  On her nineth
birthday, he took her.  The next day, they both looked like a newly married
couple.  She looked at him as if he was her own God, willing to be his
slave and revere him for the rest of his life.  Again, I was jealous but
soon got over it.  I remembered what my life was like before Teddy came
along and had no regrets about being his private housekeeper and his
daughter's nanny.  Even though I was only twenty six, I felt like I was
seventy."
   "Did Teddy ever initiate any further activities with you?"
   "Yes, but only after Patricia was in high school.  She began to go out
with nice boys and looked like she was interested in people her own age and
I could tell Teddy was nearly heartbroken.  When I went to console him one
evening, just after Patricia left to go out on a date, he cried in my arms
like a little boy.  I hugged him to my breasts and rocked him slowly, never
realizing that my actions were slowly reinvigorating our old passions. 
Before I knew it, I was again in his bed and we were loving each other with
as much passion as I had remembered.  I was sad no longer and did
everything I could to earn his affections and constant attention.  Patricia
didn't realize that his eyes had begun to wander, her focus being directed
to more modern ways and younger bodies.  They still would share a bed
occassionally, but only when she felt as though someone had rejected her. I
actually encouraged her to spend more time with him, hoping she and Teddy
wouldn't grow apart.  It may not have been common for a young mother to
encourage her daughter to sleep and have sex with the little girl's daddy,
but I had no desire to limit their time together, even if I walked in while
they were in the middle of love-making."
   "When Patricia went to college, he was sad but not heartbroken.  From
then on, Teddy and I made love every night and quite frequently during the
day.  He started treating me with much more affection and had me walk
around the house with very little or nothing on, just so he could look at
me and touch me like he had with Patricia.  When she came home on her
holiday breaks, they would spend most of her time in his bedroom, and I
would do whatever I could to encourage their joining, even bringing them
breakfast in bed or two glasses of cold champagne to his bathtub.  He truly
loved me for my willingness to allow him to have her like that, and I knew
when she was back in school, all of his attention would be focused back on
me.  I was no longer jealous or envious and accepted him just as he was."
   "So your role as housekeeper was openly accepted by both Teddy and
Patty?"
   "Oh yes!  I did everything I could to make them both happy, since the
alternative would have been to go back to Bulgaria and try to find work
where-ever I could.  Being in his home as his housekeeper was FAR better
than working in some filthy factory as a day laborer."
   "And all this time, you accepted this role, even though Patty was your
own flesh and blood?"
   "Why not?  Teddy gave me much more than ANY man could have."
   "You were her servant, her nanny, continuously hiding the fact that you
were ALSO her mother.  Didn't you want to tell her?"
   "Of COURSE I wanted to.  But I also knew that it would detroy her if she
knew, so I accepted my role and gave her the best life I knew how, as
Teddy's newest little playtoy and lover.  Doesn't every mother want the
best for her children?  After all, MY parents sold me to someone that they
didn't even know.  At least I had the opportunity to see my daughter grow
up into an intelligent and successful woman in a wonderful home and by a
loving man."
   "And now that I'm here, you're concerned that I want to somehow ruin all
this by having my way with her and taking advantage of her loneliness and
sexual needs?"
   "Yes . . .  a little."
   "Just one more question Ursula."
   I shifted my left hand from my left leg to her right knee, caressing it
softly.
   "MR.  BREWSTER!"
   "Ursula, look at me."
   She looked into my eyes and lost her facade of horror and revulsion.
   "How long has it been?"
   She lowered her eyes to her hands, cupped on her lap at the top of her
thighs.
   "The last time was two days before Teddy died.  It was just as good as
all the times before.  Only this time, he was much older and never
recovered from it.  He never woke up from his coma and Patricia was
absolutely beside herself when she found out he died."
   "Why haven't you sought out someone to satisfy your needs?  Even 'I' can
tell you still need to be with a man."
   She looked up at me again, but this time with a sense of surrender.  I
slid my hand a little further up her leg until I could feel the hem of her
white uniform against the back of my wrist.  I tugged her thigh a little
toward me, hoping she would accept my invitation, and with no fanfare or
additional words, she shifted her chair a little closer toward me.
   I gently pushed my hand a little higher and could feel the heat
eminating from between her plump thighs and then caught a gentle whiff of
her scent as I spread her legs even further apart.  She must have needed to
be commanded because she never offered even the SLIGHTEST resistance to my
crude advances.  When I felt the top of her stockings and the nakedness of
the top of her thighs, I stopped.
   She immediately looked up at me with a pitiful expression.  I pulled my
hand back and then smoothed her dress back down against her legs, smiling
at her and patting her right thigh.
   "Ursula, you need to find a man that can take care of you, Honey. 
You're never too young to resume good loving.  Why don't you try to find a
nice man to give you what you obviously need?"
   "I just never was brave enough to trust someone that I didn't know. 
I've heard far too much about people getting sick from having sex, so I've
accepted my position as Patricia's housekeeper all over again and focused
on making her happy."
   "Ursula, you are such a brave and wonderful woman.  I wish there was
something I could do for you.  I know it wouldn't be right for me to
influence your needs right now, so I'll be proper and keep my hormones in
check."
   She looked back up at me as if she wanted to ask me to drop the whole
gentlemanly act and push her to the floor and fuck the Hell out of her. 
Even though she was almost twenty years older than me, I would have liked
to give it a go.  Except that it might jeopardize my chances with Patty,
and THAT babe was a true prize not to be taken lightly!
   I got up out of my chair, walked over to where Ursula was sitting,
pulled her up out of her chair and then put my arms around her.  I held her
as lovingly as I could, not taking any liberties with her at all.  She
hugged me quite ardently and almost started crying.  After about ten
minutes, I pulled back slightly and smiled at her.
   "Ursula, I promise I'll keep all of this to myself.  I have no wish to
interfere with your life or upset your relationship with your daughter.  I
can tell how much she means to you and promise that I'll never knowingly
hurt your little girl."
   She smiled at me and leaned forward, kissing me sweetly for just a few
seconds.
   "Mr.  Brewster, Miss Higgins will be expecting you at lunch.  She asked
me to drive you to her office around eleven thirty."
   "Thank you Ursula."
   I looked down at my watch and saw that it was already ten fifteen, so I
kissed her softly once more and then hugged her tightly.  When we
separated, we resumed our more traditional roles as guest and housekeeper,
with the only exception being a gentle fondle of her plump bum as she
walked between me and the table, gathering all of the empty plates and
glasses.
   She hesitated briefly while my hand was softly kneading her ass and even
pushed back into me, accepting our brief sexual interlude.
   "Mr.  Brewster.  I hope I'm not going to distract you too much today?"
   "No, not at all.  I'm sure I can remain perfectly focused."
   I pulled my hand away and let her continue to clear the table, even
helping her carry the tray back to the kitchen.  She blushed the entire
time I stood next to her and even leaned into me a few times, pressing her
full breasts into my right arm.  I waited until my hand was in the perfect
position and before we left the kitchen, she leaned into it with her hips
and opened her legs slightly.  I didn't move for a few seconds, wanting to
be certain that what she had done was truly intentional.
   When I felt her dress move upward against the back of my hand, I knew
what she wanted.
   When the back of my fingers were pressing up against the top of her
thighs, the edge of her stockings hugging her legs tightly enough that I
could feel the indentation they were creating, I pushed forward and
inserted my middle finger between her bare flesh.  When it came up to the
bottom of her panties and I could feel the fullness of her pudendum, I
turned my hand around and cupped her cunny, squeezing it quite firmly.
   She drew a deep lungful of air and leaned her head back, shifting her
legs apart a little wider so I could begin to fondle her more easily.  It
didn't take her long to tug her panties down far enough so my hand could
feel her furry nakedness.  She was so wet that she practically dripped with
sexual hunger as my middle finger worked between her labia and deep into
her hot vagina.
   We both turned to face each other and I shifted my hand so my thumb had
access to her clitty, rubbing it slowly at first and then applying
increasing pressure until she was moaning and bucking to her first orgasm
in years.  After her body stopped convulsing into my hand, she opened her
eyes and blinked feverishly, trying to gain a grasp on reality.
   With no warning whatsoever, she pulled away from me forcing my finger
out of her honey box with an inglorious slurp, took a step back and knelt
down in front of me.  She undid my pants, pulled them to the floor and
fished my throbbing woody out, shoving her mouth right over it and burying
it all the way to the back of her throat.  For the next few minutes, all I
saw was her head working me in and out of her wonderfully soft mouth until
I felt my balls tighten yet again.  This time, I was getting a truly
wonderful blowjob from the hired help!
   When I let go, she sucked me so hard it felt like I had stuck my dick
into a vacuum cleaner.  She cleaned me up, pulled my shorts and slacks back
up, zipped me up and straightened my clothes as if nothing in the world had
happened.  She then let her panties fall to the floor and stepped out of
them, picking them up and tossing them into the trash.  She then turned
around so her back was to me and pulled her dress up high enough that her
bum was elegantly displayed just for me to admire.  And a beautiful mature
bum it was!
   I was tempted to kneel down behind her and return her favor, but she
started to walk out of the kitchen and called for me to join her so she
could take me to Patty's office, holding her dress all the way to her waist
the entire time.
   "Ursula, I think you better stop doing that.  If you tempt me much more,
I may have my way with your beautiful body."
   "What's wrong Mr.  Brewster?  Haven't you ever seen a nice ass before?"
   "Yes I have, but when I see one this close, I usually have my hands all
over it and eventually push my face up against it until the owner is bent
over the back of a chair or the top of a table."
   "My, my, Mr.  Brewster.  It sounds as though you may NOT be able to
control yourself.  I never expected that from someone with such good
manners."
   WELL!  If she wants to play THAT kind of game, I can be just as cruel.
   I followed her all the way to the garage, her bum jiggling and her
stockings swishing as she walked.  I could see some wetness begin to drip
down the inside of her thighs and desperately wanted to plunge my dick into
her.  But I knew how to play this game.  I had been strung along by the
best of them, and knew just how long 'I' could last.  Besides, there was a
horny CEO waiting for me at her desk, her thighs tightly clamped together
to increase the feeling of her clitty being touched and licked.  I could
wait.
   When we got to one of the three vehicles in the garage, I waited to see
which one Ursula was going to get into, but instead, she turned around,
lifted her dress in front until I could see the entirety of her plump hairy
pussy and looked right back at me as normally as if nothing could possibly
be affecting her judgement.
   "Which one would you like to climb into Mr.  Brewster?"
   "Whatever you are most comfortable with Ursula."
   She smiled back at me, aware that I knew what she was doing and kept
hold of her dress as she turned and walked to a white El Dorado.  She
stopped short and turned around again, her dress still high enough that I
was able to stare unobstructed at her plump stocking covered legs and her
delicious looking pussy.
   "Would you like to sit in the back or the front, sir?"
   "The front please."
   She walked around to the passenger side of the car, me right behind and
opened the door for me as if she were trained as a chauffer as well.  I
took every opportunity to look openly at her naked underneath and smiled at
her as she closed the door once I was inside.  After clipping the seat belt
around my body, I turned to see Ursula open the door and get into the
driver's side, pulling her dress all the way up her legs until her bum was
naked against the top of the soft leather.  She turned slightly and smiled
at me, letting her legs fall open far wider than any normal driver might.
   "This vehicle sure is nicely appointed.  It has such wonderful seat
covers and such lovely equipment."
   "Why THANK you Mr.  Brewster.  Maybe you'd like to see how soft the seat
covers really are?"
   "Only if it won't affect your driving Ursula."
   "I'd be delighted if you'd like to enjoy your ride to Miss Higgins'
office."
   I couldn't resist the offer any longer and as she backed the Caddy out
of the garage, I pushed my left hand between her legs and began diddling
her clitty.  By the time we were out on the street, I had my middle finger
back inside her vagina and was starting her on her second orgasm in an
hour.
   Ursula had the composure of a British royal guard, never letting on that
I had given her another lovely orgasm as she drove quite attentively
downtown.  Wanting to see her give me at least SOME indication that what I
was doing was shared, I worked her clitty over and over until she finally
started to whimper as she drove into the building parking garage.
   When she stopped the car, she cupped her hand over mine and closed her
eyes, her body bucking back and forth as her third or fourth orgasm took
hold.  When she finally opened her eyes, she smiled shakily and turned to
face me.
   "Thank you Mr.  Brewster.  That was QUITE an enjoyable ride we had."
   "Yes it was Ursula.  I hope it won't affect your opinion of me if I
asked you to give me another ride soon?"
   She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, then turned and pulled my hand
away from her dripping pussy.
   "There are some tissues and wet towelettes in the glove box.  Master
Higgins liked to be prepared for any eventuality."
   "Smart man!"
   In full view, I stuffed my fingers into my mouth and licked them as dry
as I could, tasting her juices and quite surprized at how sweet she tasted.
She watched me for another minute and must have wanted to fuck me right
there in the front seat.
   I used a couple of tissues and a wet towelette to remove any traces of
my misdeed with the hired help, squeezed her naked right thigh once more
and announced my departure.
   "Thank you Ursula.  You've been such a lovely driver.  I hope I'll get a
chance to see the rest of the equipment soon."
   I smiled at her and left her wondering if I was going to be fucking her
while Mistress Patty was at work this afternoon.  I actually wanted to
after all!
   I was fortunate that Ursula had already emptied me once, since any
evidence of my leaking cock would have showed through the material of my
slacks.
   When I arrived at Patty's office, on time yet again, Carla smiled at me
and blushed quite brightly.  She was fully aware of my activities yesterday
and must have longed for her guy to do the same for her.  While she was
notifying her boss that her lunch date had arrived, I leaned over her desk
far enough to see if maybe somebody was under it and taking care of HER
business.  She turned bright crimson and smiled nervously.  I winked at her
and smiled.
   Patty took me to a wonderful Chinese restaurant.  Not really fancy but
certainly one that had good food.  The entire time we were sitting at our
booth, I had my hand on her leg and kept working her skirt up until her
naked thigh was being softly massaged.
   "My gosh, Mike.  If you keep this up, I'm going to have to find you a
playmate so I can rest a little."
   "Well, if you insist.  How about if I entertain your housekeeper while
you're working?  I'm sure she wouldn't mind if I let out some of my
frustration on her so you wouldn't have to endure the entire brunt of my
sexual frustrations."
   "Mike, you are such an ANIMAL!  Ursula probably hasn't had sex in YEARS.
It would most likely scare her to death if you tried to put the make on
her!"
   "Would you be offended if I took out some of my energy out on her if she
didn't mind?"
   "Mike!  I don't believe you!  She's got to be almost FIFTY!"
   "Patty, it doesn't matter how old a woman is.  If she's sexy or horny,
then she should be able to enjoy the attentions of a man .  . .  ANY man."
   "You naughty boy.  And here I thought you were interested in LITTLE
girls like me.  You just want to play with ANY girl, don't you?"
   "No, not really.  It just seemed kind of obvious that Ursula still was
interested, that's all.  I'm not sure if you could tell, but when she saw
us in bed together, she seemed a little distracted and somewhat curious. 
If my impressions were wrong, then please let me know."
   "Well . . .  now that you mention it.  She DID seem a bit more attentive
while we were in bed than she ususually is.  You might be right.  I wonder
what she would do if you tried to make a pass at her?"
   "Do you really think she'd freak out?"
   "I don't know.  I always suspected that Daddy liked to have her in his
bed when I wasn't around.  When I was four, I saw her go into his bedroom
naked and she tried to make some excuse about him not being there, but I
knew better.  I waited for five minutes and then crept back to his door,
listening for anything on the other side.  What I heard was the very
familiar and wonderfully sexy sounds of my Daddy giving it to her full
force.  I was so horny that I pulled my panties down and started tickling
my pussy right there.  When Ursula started moaning and finally came, I
smiled and went to my bedroom, pulling my panties all the way off and
played with myself for the rest of the night."
   "You weren't mad that your Daddy was having sex with Ursula?"
   "Of COURSE not!  Why should I?  'I' couldn't make love to him until I
was nine, and I KNEW he needed to take good care of himself, even if he DID
like to play with me in his bathtub."
   "Damn, Patty.  You are a very understanding woman."
   "Mike, answer me honestly."
   "I always will Honey."
   She looked down for a moment and then back up into my eyes, wanting to
be absolutely sure I was telling the truth.  I could feel a set of Ginzu
knives about to plunge into my heart.
   "If I asked you to, would you try to make Ursula feel sexy and loved
once again?  I'll bet she really misses my Daddy's attention to her.  I
know it's a lot to ask, since she's so much older than you.  But I know it
would REALLY make her day if you helped her remember what it was like to be
with Daddy like you do with me."
   I sat there for a moment and never looked away.  If she was THIS brazen,
then why couldn't I be.  I pretended to be reluctant for only a moment, and
then smiled sweetly at Patty.
   "Patty . . .  if it would make you happy, then I'll do whatever you
ask."
   Her eyes got wide and her smile grew until I could see all of her
perfectly straight teeth.
   "Mike, you are such a dreamboat.  I know it must be kind of wierd to
think of Ursula as sexy and want to take her to bed, but after all, she's
just a woman like me.  She's GOT to have needs too."
   "My gosh, Patty.  You make it seem like I think she's an old hag. 
Ursula is actually quite an attractive woman.  I'm a little surprized that
there aren't other men vying for her attentions."
   "Ever since Daddy died, I think she's been afraid to look at another
man. I think she feels a little guilty about him not living longer."
   "Well, if you think it might make her feel BAD if I made a pass at her,
then maybe . . ."
   "NO!  I think it would be precious to see the look on her face if you
'accidentally' grabbed her bum.  She would probably turn every shade of red
and almost have a heart attack if your naughty hand caressed her bum like
you're tickling my pussy right now."
   DAMN!
   "Does it bother you that I'm trying to get inside your panties again
Patty?"
   "Yes and no.  If we weren't in such a public place, I'd let you pull my
panties down and hold your wonderfully skilled tongue right where it
belongs."
   "You mean . . .  right HERE?"
   She immediately hunched over slightly, closing her eyes as if someone
kicked her in the gut.  I gently worked the fabric of her panties up and
down along her sweetly damp gash until I could plainly feel her clitty,
engorged and ready to surrender to me yet again.
   Her first public orgasm went quite nicely, and she was blushing the
entire time until we were back in her office.  When the door closed behind
me, she wrapped her arms around my neck and lifted her left leg and hooked
it around my bum, pushing her hips right into me.  When our kiss was
finally over, she lowered her leg, straightened her dress and smiled at me.
   "You can be so wonderfully cruel, you know that Mike?"
   "I do NOW."
   "Why don't you go back to my house and play with Little Sandra for a
little while and then make a pass at Ursula.  I think it would make her
afternoon."
   "Are you SURE Patty?  After all, I might kidnap Little Sandra and Ursula
and have sex with both of them as much as I want to.  Maybe that's what
I've been after all along."
   She leaned into me and pushed her hips right into me, rubbing my
throbbing woody with the front of her pudendum.  In a lyrical voice, she
began to challenge me.
   "Are you SURE Mike?  Don't you want to have a little more of MY little
honey box?"
   I broke her grasp and dropped to the floor right in front of her,
lifting her skirt and pressing my face right into her panty covered yonni.
When her hands cupped the back of my head, I tugged the elastic along her
right leg aside and plunged my tongue against her delicious and steaming
clitty.  It wasn't more than thirty seconds before she was having yet
another orgasm.  When she grabbed both of my ears and almost ripped them
off, I knew I needed to stop.
   I stood back up and went to her credenza, extracted a few pieces of
tissue and returned to kneel in front of her yet again.  This time when I
lifted her skirt, I pulled her panties down to her knees, dried her wet
pussy and kissed it once more, talking to it as if it had the ability to
hear every word.
   "I promise I will NEVER leave you, sweet thing.  I'll do whatever I can
to make you happy, and I'll try to make PATTY happy too."
   I looked up at her with a crooked smile and she smacked me softly on the
side of my face, smiling back.  I pulled her panties back up her thighs and
kissed her panty covered pussy once more, dropped her skirt and stood back
up.  I kissed her once again and stood back.
   "Would you REALLY like for me to make Ursula remember what it was like
in your Daddy's bed, Patty?  I will if you really want me to, but only if
you agree that it's what YOU want.  I wouldn't want to jeopardize our
relationship, EVER."
   "Mike, you are such a wonderful and sensitive man.  I'm so glad you
found me."
   "I love you Patty.  And I'll do whatever I have to just to keep you."
   She hugged me one more time and ran her right hand around my hip and
fondled my ass.  I was quick to return the loving gesture.  As my hand was
beginning to snake back around to her front, she pulled away from me and
pushed against me with both hands.
   "That's ENOUGH Mister.  If you touch me like that again, I won't be able
to do ANY work this afternoon.  Now, go home and take care of my
housekeeper and little girl and vent some of that wonderful energy on
someone ELSE that I can trust."
   "Yes Ma-am.  You may want to warn Ursula that I might be coming by in a
few minutes."
   "Good idea.  See you this evening Honey."
   I leaned forward, kissed her another time and left.
   The entire time I was driving back to her house, I was rubbing my cock
with my right hand.  I imagined Ursula fingering herself as she drove the
same roads that I was currently on.
   When I drove up to the private drive and pressed the call button, she
responded with a rather nervous and broken voice.
   "Yehh-uh-yes?"
   "Ursula, it's Mike.  Patty asked me to come back and keep you company
until she got home."
   The latch buzzed and the gate swung open.  I drove around back and
stopped my car in an open space near the back of the drive.  When I got out
and turned toward the house, the next thing I saw almost made my jaw drop.
   Ursula was standing in the open doorway wearing only her white bra,
panties, thigh high stockings and shoes.  I immediately smiled back at her
and stood still, looking at her surprizingly taught body.  To further coax
me into her lair, she reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, her
plump breasts exposed to the open air and the bright sunshine.  She held
her bra in one hand as she began to work her panties down with the other. I
began to enjoy the show so much that I leaned against the back of my car
and watched as she continued to give me my own private strip show.  When
her panties were pulled off her left and then her right foot, she stood
back up and stood with her ankles about two feet apart, urging me forward.
I slowly made my way toward her, Ursula stepping backward as I approached.
   "Mistress Patty called and told me to expect you.  She asked me to show
you every courtesy until she arrived later this evening."
   "What a wonderful boss you have Ursula!"
   She turned and stood still, waiting for me to assume a more commanding
role.  I pushed my body up next to hers, pushing my hips into her naked bum
and reaching around her hips until I could feel her pussy once again.  My
other hand cupped her breasts and I began to stimulate her nipples until
they were firm projections pointing away from her.
   "Where?"
   "My room."
   "Let's go."
   As she walked, I held my hand between her bum cheeks and felt the
elegant softness of her flesh as it jiggled and massaged my fingers.  She
must have been in agony the whole time, walking slowly enough that I could
push between her legs with the tips of my fingers until I could feel the
sticky opening of her vagina, my thumb working against her sphyncter.  When
we got to the stairs, I knew I was going to enjoy seeing her walk in front
of me.
   Once she got to the top step, I stopped her and knelt down behind her,
spreading her legs slightly and pushing my face between her thighs, bending
her over just enough for me to push my tongue into her vagina as my nose
pressed nastily against her anus.  Her moans and whimpers were elegantly
exquisite and sounded as if they were coming from a much younger woman.  By
the time her orgasm hit her, her knees began to buckle and she was having a
lot of difficulty standing.  I kissed her pussy once more and stood back
up, lifting her to a more upright position.  I walked while she stumbled
the rest of the way to her bedroom, our bodies next to each other and
smelling like a room full of whores.
   We weren't inside her bedroom more than ten seconds when she practically
ripped my clothes off and shoved my dick into her mouth.  As horny as I
was, I needed to feel it pushed into her vagina, not her mouth.
   I begrudgingly pulled her exquisite mouth off my pecker, stood her up
and walked her backward to her bed.  When she felt the edge of the bed with
her calves, she was about to reach to her thighs and remove her stockings
when I stopped her.
   "No Sweetie.  Please leave them on.  I love to feel your stockings AND
your naked skin at the same time."
   She smiled at me and kicked her pumps off, and pulled me with her as she
fell backward on her bed.  I never bothered to get undressed as I helped
her shift her body further up the bed until the pillows were under her
head. I worked my dick between her plump thighs and revelled in the
sensation of her stockings rubbing against my cock.  I kept working it
higher until finally, it slipped into her wet pussy as if it knew where to
go all along.
   We fucked for two hours straight, unloading orgasm after orgasm into
each other like teenagers.  When I couldn't take any more, I pushed into
her as hard as I could and lay on top of her, hugging her tightly and
kissing her as I fondled her breasts.  When she finally spoke, it was with
such a demure and softspoken voice that I almost didn't recognize her.
   "Mike, it felt absolutely wonderful to be with you in bed.  It brough
back so many wonderful memories of Teddy that I actually felt like he was
humping me like he used to."
   "You're quite welcome Sue.  Your body, and ESPECIALLY your pussy feels
exceptional."
   "Mike, how did you know what Teddy used to call me?  NOBODY ever called
me that except him."
   "I don't know.  I guess it just slipped out."
   "Mike . . .  would you be mad at me if I called you by somebody else's
name while we made love for a little while longer?"
   "Of course not!  If it makes you feel good, you can call me whatever you
like."
   "You're not mocking me, are you?"
   "NO!  Who would you like for me to act like, Sue?"
   "My Teddy . . .  my second Daddy."
   "Does my little Sue like it when we get to play naughty games like
this?"
   "OH DADDY!  I MISSED YOU SO MUCH!"
   She pulled my face back into hers and kissed me with more passion than
that previously offered, and then pushed up into my hips hard enough that I
felt the tip of my dick push against the back of her cervix.  She winced
once and then pushed up yet again.
   "Oh Daddy.  Your thingy is so big it's pushing all the way inside me."
   "I'll push it as far inside you as you want Babydoll.  Do you like it
when I do this?"
   I arched my back slightly and pushed into her as hard as I could, her
immediate reaction to be her legs wrapping around my hips and her pussy
accepting everything I was offering.  We fucked like that for another ten
minutes before she asked quietly for me to slow down, her stamina not as
extensive as it once was.
   "Thank you Mike.  I promise I'll do whatever I can to make you happy,
even if it means that we only get to have sex somewhat infrequently.  As
long as you're honest with both my daughter and me about our relationship,
once it comes up, you can have me and her as much as you want."
   We fucked, touched, kissed and played with each other until the phone
rang, Patty letting both of us know she was on her way.  After we both got
cleaned up, Ursula and I got our clothes on, straightened the area that we
had despoiled with all our passionate loving and set about to make Patty's
arrival just as pleasant as the one before.
   Patty never asked about our afternoon activities, but knew perfectly
well that I had fucked her housekeeper with just as much enthusiasm and
gusto as I had her that same morning.  With so many secrets being kept, I
knew I was going to slip.
   When Patty and I were sitting naked in her whirlpool tub, Ursula brought
us some wine and snacks so our energy reserves could be refilled.  That's
when Patty and Ursula began to exchange mental images of each of them alone
and naked in bed with me.  Before Ursula could walk out of the sauna room,
Patty called her by name and asked the older woman something that most
likely would have cooked any other housekeeper's brain.
   "Ursula?  May I ask you to join us for a little while and relax?"
   Patty's mother smiled down at her daughter, nodding acceptance.  She
disappeared for about ten minutes, coming back wearing a long bright white
terry robe, her hair carefully done up in a bun.  When she undid the belt
around her waist and let the material drop to the floor at her feet, both
Patty and I smiled.
   Some time after Ursula and I had been intimate, she had taken the time
to shave herself and make herself look much as she did when she was a
little girl, just much more well developed and full featured.  The woman
never said a word as she stepped naked into the whirlpool tub next to
Patty, sitting down and nervously keeping her eyes away from both of the
younger couple next to her.
   "You look very lovely like that, Ursula.  Thank you for shaving.  Did
you do that for me or for Patty?"
   "For you, Mister Brewster."
   "Mike, please Ursula."
   "Okay . . .  Mike."
   "Why don't you come over here and sit next to me so I can hold you with
my free arm?"
   Ursula stepped around Patty and me, sitting next to my left side, still
quite nervous about being naked in front of her own daughter.  That is,
until I had my left hand around her body and softly playing with her
breast. She seemed to melt into the seat next to me as I tenderly
stimulated her nipple to inreasing firmness.
   To make my actions fair, Patty got the same treatment, eventually taking
her gaze away from what I was doing with her housekeeper and leaning her
head back against the side of the tub, her eyes closed and her mouth
slightly open.
   Neither of them said a thing when I relocated my hands and fingers to
their hairless and naked quims, slowly bring them up to and beyond the
bucking pleasures of a digitally won orgasm in a swirling mass of hot
water.
   I'd like to relate more about how I quit my job, moved into Patty's
house and took a position in her company, far enough away from her
executive office so I didn't interfere with any of her daily meetings or
conferences.
   I never did get to fuck Little Sandra that day I visited Ursula.
   To my knowledge, Patty still doesn't know that I'd been fucking her
mother.  She knew perfectly well that I'd been fucking Ursula on a daily
basis before or after I do her, but had no idea that the mature woman I'd
been plugging just down the hall or around the corner was the woman that
bore her, the same woman that her daddy had been fondling before SHE was
eight years old.  I never said a thing about Ursula's history and don't
plan on saying anything.
   Our wedding was a wonderful and typically frilly affair, both Ursula and
Patty crazy with all the preparations for months.  I'd never attended that
kind of social event before, only hearing about them in the newspaper or on
TV.  Everyone that was important or had any influence in the city, state or
business attended, lauding both of us with lots of gifts, kisses and
smiles.
   Patty was the image of a perfect bride, her sexy wedding dress revealing
just enough to make my mouth water but decent enough to be seen in polite
society.  The fact that she wore the skimpiest little thong under her dress
wasn't made apparent until I got to lift the hem of her dress and then her
silk slip.
   In two years, we had our first child, a darling little girl named
Felicia Anastasia.
   After we brought our perfect creation home from the hospital, Patty
watched wide eyed as I explored the naked creation between us in our bed,
my fingers devling carefully between her chubby thighs and tenderly
caressing her fat little quim.
   It was when Patty and I were softly fucking in bed, holding naked Anna
between us that Ursula walked into our bedroom, smiling as she carried a
tray filled with food and some refreshments.
   After satisfying our tummies while we were satisfying our lust, Ursula
finally broke the news to Patty.  It seemed so intimate for Ursula to tell
her daughter about her history while I had my dick stuffed nastily between
my wife's thighs, our naked little girl in our bed as we touched and cooed
with her.  Patty's reaction was somewhat predictable, although not quite as
emotionally extreme as I had suspected.
   With buckets of tears streaming down her cheeks, Patty listened to
everything that Ursula revealed, finally uncoupling with me and flinging
her arms around her mother for the first time in love.  They cried in each
others' embrace while I held my little girl in mine, hugging her to my face
and kissing her lips, chest and tummy.
   By the end of that day, all four of us were back in the whirlpool tub,
Anna checked as often as every minute so her body didn't get too hot from
the foaming water beneath us.
   Ursula and Patty held hands and hugged in the tub next to me for the
remainder of the night, talking, crying, laughing and sharing lots of
stories about the master of their lives and the house we lived in.  They
were both so exhausted by the time the sun came back up that I had to help
them to their respective beds after I put Anna down.
   Now, instead of Ursula getting Patty's and my brunch ready, I had busied
myself in the huge kitchen, preparing a fairly decent meal of eggs,
pancakes, bacon, juice, coffee and milk.  They both looked quite surprised
when they saw me holding my daughter in my arms next to the dining table,
everything set out and waiting for their arrival.
   Patty kept insisting during the meal that Ursula, Mom would never have
to do domestic activities again as long as she lived, since she now had the
additional responsibility of helping us raise her granddaughter.
   It took a little doing, but within a month, the new housekeeper arrived
from Bulgaria, a nineteen year old relative of Patty's that could only have
DREAMED of coming to the United States, even if it meant that she'd be
doing domestic work for the rest of her life.  As soon as she was settled
in her new room, the same one that Ursula had been in when she arrived so
many years ago, both Patty and her mother leered at me with a grin that
told me everything in their heads.
   "NO, ladies!  I have no intention of coaxing her into my bed!  I've got
everything that I need already and don't have any desire to ruin a
perfectly wonderful family life by trying to enhance my surroundings by
seeing what she looks like naked or what she feels like in her bed."
   "We'll see . . .  "
   Before the year was out, Patty and Ursula had convinced Oksana Ymina
Balikovich to seduce me and coax me to make love to her, in front of my
wife and mother-in-law.  The tender and still virginal waif was treated
with more respect than she could have believed was ever possible back home,
none of the men available as husbands clever enough to give the scared
young woman every gentle caress she could stand.  It took me four hours to
finally take her, not because she was that tight, but because like Teddy, I
wanted to make that night a very special one for the frightened young
woman.
   Now, they allow me to have Oksana whenever I want AND if she so desires,
for our lovely housekeeper to quietly slip into my room if I'm by myself,
as long as I don't neglect either of my lovely mature women or do anything
that might jeopardize our household.  It didn't take long before Patty
caught Oksana, the horny minx locked in a loving '69' with the man of the
house and neglecting her duties, at least those that had been defined in
her employment contract.
   But instead of being angry and throwing the young woman out, Patty
quietly sat back and wanted to be entertained while Oksana worked me over.
Patty was thrilled and then taken care of immediately after Oksana
straightened the bed.  Patty knew that I wouldn't deny her exactly what she
was witnessing, even if I didn't have the energy.
   Oh yeah, by the way, I forgot to mention that my little girl Anna loves
to run around the house just as naked as the day she was born, squealing at
the top of her lungs when I have her laying on her back and tickle her with
my mouth and tongue until she almost passes out.  Neither of the women in
my life say a thing when it's time for me to take Anna to her bath, my
darling little girl carefully washed from head to toe, touched and kissed
in all the right spots until she's relaxed.  She's little more than a
lifeless ragdoll in my arms by the time I've got a towel on her and am
carrying her sleeping to her mother and grandmother.
   I no longer have a desire to get my own So-Muchi doll.  Little Sandra is
now Anna's playmate, both of them frequently undressed, tickled and then
licked until at least one of them is bucking into my face.  I get to fuck
Little Sandra as often as I want, my desire to make Anna a woman only AFTER
she's old enough to understand what her loving daddy is doing.
   I'll have to admit that when I look back at that birthday when I almost
took my own life, I could never have imagined my life taking such an
interesting and wildly different turn.
   It took the perverted desire of a rubber and plastic doll for me to find
the woman that I would fall in love with and eventually marry, for me to
help Patty find her own mother, livng right under her nose all her life,
and for my wife and I to create the most precious and beautiful life I
could EVER have imagined.
   - Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all
rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. 
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