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 This is a work of fiction.  It contains explicit descriptions of sexual
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   Stacy Lancaster: A Long Farewell By Boondocker (Boondocker42@gmail.com)
Synopsis: Phil discovers his present and it is a fantasy cum to life



   When the elevator doors opened, Phil almost didn't get out.  They were
closing again before he darted forward and out into the hall.  There was no
way he would be doing this if Stacy hadn't promised him that it was a good
idea.  Specifically, she had said that he "wouldn't regret it".  He had
faith in her but this was still one of the most nerve-racking things he had
ever done.

   She said the guys at the office had gotten him this hotel room as a
going away present.  The implication was obvious...  there would be an
escort waiting for him.  He wouldn't have trusted anyone else at the office
not to spit in his coffee but Stacy said it would be okay.

   That was the really weird thing.  Why would she think spending time with
a hooker was okay?  How much did she know about this "gift"?  Phil Sistack
had become very confused and this crazy idea had entered the back of his
mind.  It was crazy.  Impossible.  There was no way.

   But what if it was possible?  What if...?

   Even the slimmest chance was worth risking all the humiliation in the
world.

   He reached the door to his assigned room.  His heart was beating loudly
and he felt a hot pressure in his ears.  He hadn't felt this way since he
was ten and the older kids had made him steal candy from the Seven-Eleven.

   Licking his lips nervously, he slid the key card home and opened the
door.

   The room was mostly dark, lit only by one of the bedside lamps. 
"Hello?" he called out.  He was grateful when his voice didn't break like a
fourteen year old's.

   "You can come right in, baby." Answered a very phony sounding girlish
voice.  It was phony sounding but it was definitely a woman speaking. 
Philip edged forward into the room, letting the door close behind him.  "My
name is Phil.  I was given the card for this room."

   "I've been waiting for you.  I was beginning to worry that you might not
show." Answered the voice.  As Phil emerged from the little vestibule, he
saw the woman standing beside the bed.  She was silhouetted and he could
not see her face or make out many other details.  She was wearing a
mid-length robe, had short hair and a fairly average build.

   Jared's heart beat faster; the silhouetted was not inconsistent with his
desperate hope.  "What's your name?" he asked.

   "What do you want my name to be, sugar?  What can I do to make you
happy?"

   The bathroom was next to him, its door facing the bed.  Reaching inside,
he flipped on the light.  The figure was illuminated before him.

   "Stacy!" he sighed with relief and elation.

   "Hi, Sissy.  Happy to see me?"

   "Oh god Stacy.  I...  what are you doing here?  What does this mean?"

   She sauntered towards him.  She was wearing a satin robe, closed and
belted securely.  It was the color of frozen grapes and reached her knees.
A familiar lock of hair drooped in front of her left eye.  The smile on her
face was like nothing he'd ever seen before.  It was part smirk, part
x-rated promise.  Just the smile made him begin to blush.  "Well, I hope
that I'm here for exactly the reason you hope I'm here for."

   When she was less than a foot away her hand cupped his cheek.  She was
barefoot now and only about an inch taller than he.  "First things first.
That kiss I gave you at the office didn't really take.  I think I owe you
another." She said and leaned into him.

   Her mouth crossed with his.  Knowing that she would have to take the
lead, she parted her lips and pressed her tongue between his.  Almost
limply, he let her pink intruder in.

   Stacy was deeply relieved when Phil's tongue first curled around hers in
response.  She put her other arm across his back and pressed her body
against his.  She sucked at his tongue, urging it to visit her mouth.  She
pushed against him, making sure he could feel her pliant tits.

   She kissed him till she felt some of the stiffness leave his body and
his mouth was answering hers with appropriate gusto.  She broke the kiss
and chuckled appreciatively.  She was going to take this opportunity to act
like a seductress in a way she never had before.

   "That's more like it." She said and effortlessly guided him to the bed.
Sitting him down, she turned back to the bathroom and turned out the light.
With the lamp now at his back, Stacy was revealed to him in soft yellow
glow.  She motioned to the other beside lamp and he reached over to turn it
on.  The light was doubled, ensuring that no detail would be lost.

   Smiling at him with promise, Stacy slowly worked her robe's belt free.
"Are you happy you came?" she asked.

   Phillip nodded.  He was wearing an expression of pleasurable disbelief
and had relaxed a bit.  "What would you have done if I didn't show up?"

   Stacy had the belt loose but was holding the robe closed.  "I would have
eventually given you a call and explained just what was going on.  It would
have spoiled the surprise but I certainly wouldn't want you to go away
without your present." That seemed like a good cue to open her robe.

   She parted the satin to reveal her body.  The young woman's small but
nicely shaped breasts were encased by sheer black lace through which her
perfect pale skin shown clearly.  The delicate pink of her nipples was
subtle but visible.

   Her panties were also lace, French-cut and scarlet red.  Her dark bush
shaded them between her thighs.

   If one were to be critical, they would point out that her stomach was a
bit soft and her thighs thicker than the ideal.  Her waist narrowed in a
prevalent way but no one would make any comparisons to wasps.  They also
might take issue with her short, dull-brown hair.  But such a critic would
have to be a eunuch to not find the overall presentation intensely
arousing. Stacy Lancaster wasn't a runway model; she was a very real,
almost earthy woman.

   She let the robe fall behind her while Phillip stared at her
open-mouthed.  He had been secretly (or not so secretly) in love with the
office manager for years and thought she was beautiful.  But the goddess he
saw before him put all his fantasies to shame.

   She let him gaze upon her near nudity for a time but then spoke with a
degree of seriousness.  "Phil, we need to discuss this before things go any
further."

   Phillip was slow to respond.  His mouth worked for a moment...  how
could it feel dry at the same time he was practically drooling?  "Just tell
me what you want, Stace'."

   "Honey, we have the room for the night.  I intend to wake up here in bed
with you tomorrow morning.  I am going to do all I can to give you a night
you will never forget."

   Phil was still enjoying the chance to examine Stacy in all her glory. 
"You already have.  God, you're so fucking gorgeous."

   Stacy had to smile at the complement and the highly uncharacteristic use
of profanity.  She was happy that she could make Phillip happy.  But she
had more to say.  "Tonight is going to be fantastic, I promise you.  But
you need to understand that this is only for tonight." She waited to let
that sink in.

   Sink in it did; after a few seconds Phil straightened up a bit and kind
of shook his head to clear his thought.  "Yeah, right, sure.  I get that.
No commitments."

   Stacy nodded.  "Right.  No commitments, no promises.  We may or may not
ever see each other again but this" she said, gesturing at the bed.  "Is a
one-time thing.  My present to you."

   Phil was a good man.  His conscience had often cost him.  He fought with
himself for a moment before asking the responsible question.  "What about
your husband?"

   Stacy smiled genuinely at that.  In her mind, it made Philip more than
worthy of her gift.  "He knows I'm here and why.  I'm not cheating on him
behind his back."

   Phil's eyes got even bigger.  "Have you done this sort of thing before?"
he blurted.

   Stacy hesitated at this.  "Like this?  No.  Honey, I don't want to go
into details.  Jared and I have a very good relationship.  We...  we
usually do things together but this time I'm doing this for you."

   He took that in.  He decided very quickly not to press for details she
obviously didn't want to divulge.

   Seeing acceptance on his face, Stacy sighed.  "And there's one more
thing I have to ask you.  I'm sorry but it wouldn't be wise or fair to
Jared if I didn't bring it up.  You are clean, right?"

   It took him just a second to translate her question.  "Oh!  Yes, of
course.  It's been...  well, it's been way too long since I had a chance
to...  get into trouble.  I'm clean."

   "Good." She said and sat down beside him, close enough for their
shoulders to touch.  "In that case, we can forgo protection.  I'm on the
pill and it seems to be pretty effective.  Jared and I have really been
putting it to the test." She intentionally let him know that she was not
here because she was feeling neglected at home.

   He was staring down at the valley between her breasts.  Stacy's tits
were nicely rounded B-cups and the bra she was wearing was holding them out
like ripe peaches.  With friendly humor in her voice she said, "Remember
how I used to tell you 'eyes up here, buster'?"

   His head jerked up.  "Yeah.  Sorry."

   Stacy laughed.  "Don't apologies babe.  You can look all you want." When
his eyes yanked themselves back down to her bust, she reached across and
took one of his hands.  "You can touch too." She said, guiding his fingers
across the fine black lace.

   She made an appreciative little sound as his shaking hand explored the
shape of her tit.  She didn't wait long before reaching behind herself and
unsnapping the bra.  It went loose in his hand and she shrugged out of it.

   Stacy's porcelain breasts were pink at the tips where they turned upward
just a bit like a bunny's nose.  Phil's fingers pressed lightly into her
flesh, feeling the soft firmness.  His hand cupped the mound and held her
nipple in the crook of his thumb.  He squeezed it gently and watched in
fascination as the color intensified and her breast swelled subtly.

   "You're amazing." He said.

   Stacy took his arm and urged him to his feet.  Smiling up at him, she
released the button of his jeans and unzipped them.  "Time to see exactly
what's gonna to be keeping me company tonight." She said.

   He kicked off his shoes and she helped him take off his pants.  He was
wearing tight gray briefs, his cock and balls clearly outlined.  He was
already quite hard, his dick pressed against his body, rising at an angle
along the bottom of his belly.  A dark spot of wetness showed at its tip.

   Stacy made a point of focusing all her attention on his package.  She
gazed at it as she ran her hands along its outline and around his balls. 
Then she looked back up into his eyes and graced him with a look of wanton
hunger that made his heart leap out of his ribcage.  She hooked her hands
into his waistband and yanked his briefs off.

   Stacy had anticipated that Sissy would not be well endowed.  She wasn't
a size queen at any rate but she had told herself that she must not show
even a moment of disappointment.  Phil's little dick was almost exactly
what she had expected.  She judged it to be just a bit over five inches...
with her hand around his stiffness, the head barely extended past her grip.
She was a little surprised at how thin it was.

   Still, Stacy was sure she would enjoy having it in her hot little pussy.
"Oh baby I want you in me so bad." She moaned softly.

   She stood abruptly.  With only slightly feigned need, she pushed his
shirt up and let him take it off over his head.  As soon as it was out of
the way, she pressed her naked breasts against him.  His chest was hairless
and her erect nubbins burned trials across his skin.  She gave him a brief
but deep kiss.  She pressed one of his hands between her legs.  "Oh god
Phil, I'm so wet for you.  Do you feel my wet pussy?  I want you in me."

   He was naked now and all she had on were her tight, skimpy panties.  She
swung him around back onto the bed and stood in front of him with her legs
slightly spread.  She cocked a hip.  "Don't you want to see my little love
nest?" She asked.

   His hands were at her hips in the blink of an eye and he pealed the
scarlet lace down her legs.  Her ginger-brown pelt glistened in the light,
almost glowing.  "Do you want to taste me before you fill me up with your
cum?" she asked suggestively, arching her back to present herself to him to
maximum effect.

   Phil leaned into her and inhaled her scent.  "Oh god Stacy, you smell
more wonderful than I ever thought possible.  Thank you, thank you, thank
you." He rubbed his face against her beaver.  Stacy jumped and squealed as
his nose bumped back and forth across her small clitoris.

   Stacy was still approaching this as a performance.  By her standards,
she was barely aroused.  Her pussy was only slightly damp and the peaks of
her tits were firm but not nearly as swollen as they so often were when her
husband made love to her.

   Still, Stacy Lancaster had spotted hard cock and was feeling certain
urges she had no reason to deny.  She had promised her friend a fantastic
night and planned to keep that promise.

   She grabbed the hair at the back of his head and bent him back away from
her nest.  She bent low over him and lewdly licked along his cheek and
across his lips.  She let her tongue tickle his gums and then growled into
his mouth.  "I need your hard cock."

   She pushed him onto his back and with practiced ease swarmed onto his
body.  Stacy and her husband Jared had very similar body types and she was
used to being with a man her own size.  She had of course been with bigger
men, both before she was married and since they had begun swinging.  She
could only think of one other guy that had been noticeably smaller than her
like Phillip was.

   He seemed small beneath her.  His hairless chest made him look like a
child.  It gave her an odd feeling but she suppressed it.  Pasting an
expression of lust across her face, she held Sissy's enflamed little helmet
to her sex and swiveled her hips around it.  "We are going to have so much
fun." She said, sounding giddy.  Then, in a smooth but quick plunge, she
engulfed his sex with her own.

   As her pink pussy lips spread welcomingly against his groin and his cock
penetrated as deeply as it could, Phillip cried out in a bizarre mix of joy
and despair.  "Oh god Stacy, I'm sorry.  You're just so incredible!"

   She felt his cock pulse and jerk.  She detected the spurting flow of his
jizz erupting in her core.  Sissy had cum instantly.  She tried hard not to
apply that label to him with any malice.

   "You're pretty incredible too, babe.  Nothing feels better than having a
hard cock shoot off in my horny pussy." She lay down on his body and kissed
him hard, pushing her tongue as deeply into his mouth as she could.

   She gyrated her hips and used her powerful vaginal muscles to milk his
cock.  Pulling away from the kiss with a gasp she breathed into his ear. 
"Guess what I'm doing right now." She said.

   "Oh god Stacy that feels incredible."

   "It feels just as good for me baby.  I'm going to keep you hard.  Your
beautiful fucking cock is going to make me cum over and over again, I just
know it." She panted.  She focused hard on her cunt, willing it to greater
arousal.

   Phillip felt her excited pussy muscles dancing along and squeezing his
cock.  She was right; he wasn't going soft.  He stared up at Stacy's face,
wondering in the look of determined passion.  Half of what was keeping him
erect was just watching her writhe.

   "Here is comes honey.  Oh Christ, can you feel that?  Sshhhhhit!  I'm
cumming.  My kitty is creaming all over your hot dick.  FFFFuck!" she
shouted.

   Stacy wasn't faking her orgasm.  The truth was, Stacy never had any
trouble making herself cum.  However, she was being far more loud and
demonstrative than the rather gentle climax she was experiencing could
justify.

   Stacy was panting and giggling as her body relaxed after her orgasm. 
"Oh boy that felt good.  I bet you're cock is just covered in our juices."
She scrambled up and off Phillip and lowered her head to his glistening
shaft.  "I've got to taste it." She breathed.

   Stacy inhaled his dick.  She really did love the taste of cum - or at
least, loved the delicious perversity of slurping it up - and she slobbered
all over his knob.  Since she had started swinging, her mouth skills had
improved quite a bit but she was still no deep-throat artist.  Sissy's
rather under-endowed equipment fit into her mouth comfortably, however; his
flaring helmet nestling at the entrance of her esophagus and her lips
pressed deeply into his wiry pubic hair.

   She held him there for a minute or more, letting her drool slobber out
onto his balls.  "Oh god Stacy, I can't believe you're doing this.  I never
dreamed you'd be like this!"

   Stacy didn't answer right away.  Instead she crawled her way back up his
body.  She lowered her tits to his face, inviting him to devour them.  As
he licked, kissed and sucked every pore of her treasures she laughed
seductively.  "I'm not some stupid bimbo and I don't flirt much but I've
got a deep dark secret that only a few lucky men know." She pushed his cock
back into her slit and dropped down onto it hard enough to make him grunt.

   "Do you want to know my secret, stud?"

   He nodded dumbly.

   "I'm a slut at heart.  A fuck bunny.  When my pussy gets hot and wet
like it is right now, I will do anything for cock."

   She heaved and rolled them over.  Growling, she arched her back, raising
her hips and forcing his body upwards.  Being bigger than her lover was
making her feel powerful.  Her legs locked behind his and forced him into a
kneeling position between her legs.  "I need you to fuck me.  Do me honey.
Churn up my hot pussy and make me scream!"

   Phil braced his arms at her sides and thrust into her with abandon.  She
raised her legs high and pulled them nearly to her shoulders.  "Oh fuck,
that's fantastic babe.  See my cunt all open and wet for you?  You're
making it so happy."

   "Do you like to hear me talk about my pussy, Sissy?  Do you like the way
it smells?  Do you hear it sloshing?  It's full of your cum, babe.  It
drank down your yummy cream and now it wants more."

   Phil was out of his mind with lust.  This wasn't just the greatest sex
of his life.  This was infinitely superior to even his wildest fantasies.
Stacy wasn't just beautiful and she wasn't just letting him have sex with
her...  she was opening herself to ravishment with a degree of inhibition
and passion he would have never dreamed possible.

   Stacy hands laced through her bush and pulled her labia taunt.  There
was just a hint of a rounded peak at the summit of her sex.  "Can you see
my clit, babe?  It's small I know but it's very, very sensitive.  Wait till
you feel this." She said.

   She rubbed her fingers roughly against it.  "Oh god." She grunted.

   Phil shuddered and his eyes bugged out.  The way Stacy's cunt responded
to the action on her clit was phenomenal.  It felt like a rippling snake
constricting along his cock.  He pounded mindlessly at her hole.

   Stacy screamed.  "Aaaahhh, yes.  Fuck, I'm shooting off again.  God
baby, you're doing me so good.  I can't believe how much I'm juicing!" Her
hand didn't stop moving on her joy button.  "Fuck me.  Don't stop.  I can
cum and cum and cum all night, babe.  Screw me right through the bed!"

   Phil tried his hardest to comply, ramming against her sex over and over
again.  One moment Stacy's pussy gripped him tightly like a fist and the
next it was soft as butter and sloshing.  The slushy combination of their
fluids was beginning to form a thin froth around her nether lips.

   Stacy's fingers never stopped strumming her nubbin.  "Oh god Phil, my
tits are on fire.  Please, grab my tits and squeeze 'em good." She begged.
He paused his vigorous assault on her sex long enough to shift his arms. 
His hands pressed down into the soft flesh of her breasts hesitantly at
first.  Gradually, he began to rest more of his weight on her.  His fingers
made furrows in her flesh.

   Stacy began to buck beneath him, "Shit that's good.  But don't stop
fucking me baby.  I'm almost ready to cum again." She dug into her clit
with new vigor.

   Her tits like warm meat in his hands, Philip lost control.  His hips
went wild, gyrating every which way as his lust overloaded his synapses. 
"God babe, you're unbelievable.  I never thought it could be like this. 
Shit, I'm going to cum again."

   "Do it babe!" She shouted in his face.  "I'm almost there.  Pump me full
of your batter.  I want to feel your hot stuff in me.  I'm such a slut,
feeling your cock shoot off inside me will make me cum my ass off."

   Grunting and heaving, Phil jammed himself to the hilt in Stacy's boiling
snatch and saw stars as jizz blasted down his shaft.  "Fuck!" he panted.

   Stacy screamed, "Yes!  I feel it!  It's so hot and it's so deep in my
fucking pussy.  Oh god, I'm cumming!"

   Phillip collapsed across her body while she was still riding the crest
of her orgasm.  Without thought, her hands dug into his ass and ground him
down on her spasming sex.  She hunched her hips up and down, milking his
under-endowed member for all it was worth.