***Mature audience only: 18+***
(mF+ Fdom interr wife humil)

MY FAVOURITE STUDENT JOB (v.0.9)
this is an early version
I will revise it when I have finished the whole story arc
for now (feb 2003) only the first 3 parts are available.

Comments and suggestions MUCH appreciated: bob_bir@yahoo.com

Enjoy!


Part 1


My name is Michael and I'm a lawyer. Someone once asked 
me, at a social gathering (can't remember exactly what), 
what had been my favourite student job. I lied and told 
about another job I had had as a receptionist, but the 
question reminded me of the truth; my favourite student 
job.

It started when I was seventeen years old: It was a 
relatively hot February and because of a little rain the 
sidewalks were covered in puddles of water. I was walking 
back home from the bus stop, trying to avoid getting 
splashed by the passing cars when I noticed - again - that 
many cars were parked in front of a house a block from 
where I lived. I had noticed the same thing the previous 
week when my morning class had finished earlier; that time 
I had seen a few normal-looking housewives parking the cars 
and entering the house. Tupperware, I had told myself. Some 
kind of boring gathering about plastic containers, I 
figured. Maybe even something a little better: erotic toys.

I was young and horny and the mental image of these 
women discussing vibrators and the best way to masturbate 
while their husband is away was strangely arousing. I can 
now admit that my beauty criterions were different from 
most people my age; I could see the sex behind 
conservative-looking women better than my friends. They 
were all about bimbos and young things - and that was good 
too! - but I couldn't help but think that most females in 
their teens and early twenties were too shy, too 
inexperienced; too centred on what it means and not enough 
on what it does. The girls at school were, anyway. Sure 
I'd have fucked them if I had had the chance (I was still a 
virgin back then) but it was all so complex and you had to 
play the stupid dating game and be serious. I just wanted 
to enjoy sex! I suppose that my fantasies were influenced 
by what I had read about how women in their 30s and early 
40s were at their sexual peak, and how most had had enough 
sexual experience to really enjoy sex instead of just use 
it as a weapon.

In summary: Unlike my peers, I was turned on by older 
women and it's way I started fantasizing about those who 
had gathered two weeks in a row at the 167 (that was the 
house number).

Just looking at their vehicles gave me a strange 
pleasure. Imagining the difference between the one driving 
the Cadillac SUV and the one driving the Toyota Echo; their 
husbands' swelled pricks sliding into their slippery 
pussies, one in a small bedroom with mismatched furniture 
and dirty clothes piled up on a chair, in a corner, and the 
other in a big room, with King-sized bed and large mirror 
everywhere. I saw them fucking doggy-style, cowgirl 
position. Even missionary looked appetizing to my hormone 
packed imagination.

That day I arrived home with an erection and 
immediately went to my room, locked the door and jerked off 
looking at picture of amateur housewives I had found on the 
net. I shot a big load and had one of the best orgasms I 
had had in a while imagining my cock inside some stranger's 
pussy.


The following week I was once again walking home from 
my morning class when I noticed, in the distance, that the 
same 5-6 cars were there once again. Tupperware reunions 
don't repeat every week, do they? I passed in front of the 
house; the curtains were closed. I was just about to forget 
about the whole thing and continue on my way when I caught, 
from the corner of my eye, a flash of light coming from the 
basement window. It was located on the side of the house, 
near the front corner, and was at ground level. You 
couldn't see that opening from the street except from where 
I was standing, and I had been lucky because my line of 
vision passed between two cars in the driveway. 

I was standing there, looking at that window, 
thinking, when there was another flash of light. And 
another, and another. 

I looked around - the street was deserted. It was 
about 1:30PM, everybody was at work. I ran up the driveway 
and grouched behind a Pontiac to make sure I couldn't be 
seen from the house. When I peeked around the side of the 
car, my jaw dropped to the ground; some kind of orgy was 
taking place in that house's basement. I thought those 
things happened only in porno movies!

I pulled back behind the car to hide and think a 
little about what I had just seen. What had I seen? Not 
much. I had looked so fast that with each passing second I 
grew less sure of what I had seen. I took a deep breath, 
held it and looked again: it was some kind of large room 
with a large bed in the middle. On it was a white woman, 
naked except for a black garter belt - I couldn't see her 
face - and between her legs, pumping in the missionary 
position, was a rather muscular black man. Sitting on the 
bed was also another naked woman, blonde; a third woman, 
this one a brunette, was kneeling in front of the blonde, 
her head between her tights. On the far wall I saw, in a 
mirror, the reflection of a sofa with three people on it; a 
black girl who wore only jeans and had drool-inducing 
boobs, another tall black man in briefs and a short haired 
redhead with who wore a red skirt and a white bra - she was 
stroking the man's prick through his underwear.

A third man, this one white and fully dressed, passed 
in front of the window. His hair was grey and he seemed 
older than the black men, and a photo camera dangled around 
his neck. I leaned a little more against the car to see 
where he was going - maybe there were more people in the 
room and they were doing something worth photographing - 
when the car's thief-alarm went off and I almost had a 
heart attack. I turned to run but slipped on a patch of wet 
ice in the driveway and fell, hitting my head on the 
ground.


I woke up confused. I didn't know where I was and I 
didn't recognize the surroundings.

'Does your head hurts?' said a woman's voice.

Oh my god! I had just remembered what happened.

'Uh, not too much -- a little,' I croaked, 'it's 
nothing, I can go now.'

I started to get up from the sofa on which I was 
laying down when I got my first good look at who had 
talked; I recognized her, she was the blonde who was 
getting fucked on the bed by the black man. She was wearing 
a pale green bathrobe and stood, barefoot, about 5 feet 
tall - she was really petite but her ample bosom stretched 
the front of the bathrobe a little. Not like those enormous 
and ugly fake watermelons that you see in porno movies, but 
real nice C or D cup breasts.

She gave me a little push on the chest and I fell back 
on the sofa. I obviously was still a little weak.

'So you were spying' she said.

'No!' I shook my head, 'I, uh, saw something shiny in 
the driveway and I thought it was, uh, a quarter.' I 
pleaded her with my eyes: please, believe me, this is true, 
just forget about it and spare us the humiliation.

'You scratched my car, I'm not sure how; probably with 
the buttons of your winter coat,' she said, looking a bit 
angry, 'Steve says we should call the police, his brother 
is an officer and he could get you good for this.'

I fell to my knees and begged her.

'Please! No! Please, please! I'm in law school and I 
don't want to have a file, I'll do anything!'

'Anything eh?' She raised a finger to her lips, 
mimicking deep thought, 'Well, maybe we could find a way 
for you to pay us back - it's not as if we have any secrets 
for you anymore.'

'I don't know what you're talking about' I said, 
shaking my head.

She pointed to the sofa, 'Sit!' she said with a 
commanding voice.

I did.

She opened her bathrobe completely and I instinctively 
looked away. I was a shy boy and she had made me 
uncomfortable.

She took a couple of steps toward me and tilted her 
head to the side.

'You're not gay, are you?'

I swallowed hard, shocked. I was about to answer No! 
when she sat on my lap. Not like kids with the mall-Santa, 
but deep; her bottom right on my member.

She took my left hand and guided it to her breasts.

'Come on, squeeze,' she said, 'don't be afraid.'

My head was still turned away but I tentatively 
squeezed a little, caressed a little. I felt the nipple 
slowly hardening against my palm.

I was starting to become excited when she said:

'Ah! I knew you weren't gay. My, you're hard as 
steel!' She giggled a little and wiggled her butt, which 
made me even harder.

'You can look too, you know.'

I slowly turned my head and looked at her breasts -- 
They were covered in love-bites! She must have noticed my 
surprise because she gave me a little kiss on the cheek and 
said: 'You're staring!'

I blushed and stopped fondling her. She got up and 
turned around; her pussy was completely shaved and looked 
sore. When I had a good look she closed her bathrobe.

'My name is Carolyn.' she said.

'I'm Michael.' I answered.

'Nice to meet you, Michael.'

I blushed again.

'Come back next week, same day same hour, and I'll 
make you a job offer to pay me back for the trouble you've 
caused. No need to get anybody else involved, especially 
the police, I think.'

I, for the first time since I came about, looked at 
the room I was in. It was a living room, very modern with 
grey carpets and a small glass & steel coffee table in the 
middle. A big window with the curtain closed and a door 
leading to the outside on my left, an old upright piano and 
a door that probably led to the kitchen on the other side 
(this wasn't a big house so it was pretty easy to guess) 
and, in front of me on the far end of the room, a staircase 
leading to the basement.

I got up and walked to the front door. My boots were 
there so I quickly put them on and opened the door.

'One last thing,' she said, 'while you were under I 
found your wallet and wrote down everything about you, so 
don't forget to come back next week - sorry for the 
threats, I'm sure we'll get along just fine later but for 
now this is necessary.'

I nodded and went outside, gently closing the door 
behind me.

I'm not sure how long I have passed out, but it was 
already dark outside and only one car was in the driveway, 
the Pontiac.

I walked home, told my parents I had been at a 
friend's and went to my room to masturbate to the best 
orgasm I had ever had, repeatedly.
