Youth Training : by (c) Lady Joyce Hamilton . MM MF tv.
I was a great supporter of the new Youth Training Scheme.
The lad sat awkwardly, nervous on the edge of his chair, a silly grin on
his beautiful face. Sultry lips and white, regular teeth. I mentally
undressed him, and liked what I saw in my imagination. His chest
would be as smooth as the silk I love so much. These young black boys
have such a sexy skin-texture, and the younger ones are so very nearly
hairless.
'You've been in the mail-room for nearly six months now...' I
consulted the buff-coloured file. '... Jason.'
'Yes, Mr Harmsworth.'
'You seem to have done quite well. Miss Evans is very
complimentary.'
'Thankyou Mr Harmsworth.' (So she should be, he thought. She'd had
his cock often enough in the stationery store. In all three holes!)
I was fairly sure he'd have a big cock. I imagined it erect, the foreskin
back from his knob. I felt my cock getting hard. I stood up and walked
to him so I stood over him. My cock was just inches from his face,
hard, under my usual charcoal grey suit.
'I'm minded to take you on as a trainee sales rep, Jason. The pay
would be about four times what you get as YTS.'
YTS boys and girls are excellent for the small business. The
Government pays half their rather low wage and all the social security
payroll taxes. So they're cheap. And very willing! With the economy
in depression enough of their friends are out of work for them to be
very compliant. So the small entrepreneur not only gets cheap labour,
if he plays his cards right he has young boys and girls ready for sexual
exploitation. Girls don't interest me for the most part, but boys...
He leaned back a bit, away from my cock, hidden but surely the shape
would be obvious. I compensated by moving six inches closer.
'Yes, Jason. You seem to have done well. I'm minded. Yes, indeed I
am.' I walked round behind him, still talking.
'There is, however, one area I still need to explore.' I placed a hand on
each shoulder and kneaded the muscles there. Very satisfactory! He
would be good! He would be able to sustain a long and vigorous
session.
'One area. Yes! Well, next week I'm to be in Paris for a week. You
have a passport, Jason? Good. No problem there, then.' I stroked the
smooth skin of his neck. 'You will come with me, and we shall explore
that one remaining area. I shall wish you to please me....in several
ways.' My hand was down his open shirt front now, and I stroked and
caressed a pert little nipple. He could have little doubt by now of what
I meant! 'Oh yes, in several ways. Well?'
'I'll try to please, Mr Harmsworth.
To make sure there was no doubt at all, I kissed him full on his lips!
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Mr Harmsworth called me in at ten that morning, which might have
been my last but one with Harmsworth Industrial Mouldings Ltd.
Friday would be six months, and my assignment would be over. Most
yts just got laid off when the subsidies stopped, and new cheap labour
hired. System stank! I dreaded being unemployed again. I didn't get
much money, but it was much better than the dole. I'd have to give up
my room (laughingly called a "studio flat ") if I was laid off.
Was I nervous? You bet I was. More nervous than angry, even.
The interview went well. He wanted me to go to Paris with him. That
meant permanent!
Then the sticky bit! It was obvious he wanted me for my cock, and
probably my arse! Well, we'd always known he was a dirty old
bastard, so it was no surprise, really. There were all sorts of stories in
the Works about his affaires with employees, always young and nearly
always male. And if that's what it took, ok by me. Better than more
months, years? with no cash. He had been standing behind me feeling
my tits, and then he kissed me. I reckoned it was a deal.
'I'll try to give you what you want, Mr Harmsworth. Though I'm still
very inexperienced.' In fact with men I was completely inexperienced.
'That's what I like, boy. Almost more than everything else. A few
weeks with me and you'll be experienced all right'
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The company had given me several hundred to kit myself out, and I
felt good as we checked in. It was a posh hotel, big, lush, busy. Better
than any I'd ever been in. But I kidded myself I carried it off as if I
was used to it!
I could see he'd have liked to have had me as soon as we got to our
room. But there wasn't time even for him to unpack. He had a meeting
at three and left me in the room by myself.
He pressed a wad of notes into my hand. 'That's worth about fifty.
There's ten to the pound. That's not accountable. Later it will be!
Gotta rush. Be back here at seven this evening.
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I felt good as I sat at a table, my back to the sun so I could watch the
crowds sauntering past. I felt good in my new grey silk suit! The beer
was cold and refreshing. This was the life, even if it meant whoring for
Harmsworth in the evening! Cross that bridge when I came to it.
She stood out from all the others who had passed. So elegant, so
Parisienne! With her light grey, figure-hugging silk dress, and her high-
heeled black, strappy shoes. She walked as if she enjoyed life. She was
lovely, and she knew it. The sun nearly shone through her dress as she
walked up the pavement, and I could see the shape of slender thighs,
and her slim waist accentuated her breasts. Her hair was dark brown,
short, gamine, very stylish and very Parisienne. Our eyes met for an
instant, and I had to smile, completely naturally, unthinking.
And she noticed him. She did not usually go for black guys but he was
devastating sitting there. You could imagine his body under that suit.
Probably not expensive, but he had the sort of frame that made any
suit look good. And then he smiled. She felt her heart beat, and almost
stopped in her progress along the boulevard. He was standing up and
offering her a seat at the table. She had no choice, she had to accept.
'I'm sorry. I don't speak French.' I looked at her ring finger.
'Madame.'
'Ah so you are a visitor. I speak English.'
The waiter came over, and she ordered in English. I loved the sound of
that French accent! She ordered a Perrier. You could see she looked
after her figure. And these French women were always so groomed, so
perfect.
'I'm here for a week. Business conference.'
'I live near here. But today I've been collecting this. It had to be
cleaned.' She showed me the watch on her slender wrist. It was an
expensive one. Very!
'It's a stylish watch.'
'I don't often wear it. It's a present from my husband.'
We chatted inconsequentially. She finished her glass of water. I paid
the waiter. That was nearly that, but I suddenly saw decision in her
eyes. 'Come to my house. My husband is not back till seven.'
'I'd like that!'
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She drove an open Mercedes, sporty driver in the Paris manner,
zipping through the underpasses, and carving into lines of fast-moving
traffic. It was not far, in the leafy streets just to the west of the river.
The house was four-storied, late nineteenth century, with distinguished
marble pillars round a portico. But we drove straight down a ramp into
the underground garage, doors opening automatically, and closing
behind us. I had another chance to admire her slender legs and cute
little arse as she got out of the car (I was holding the door open for her
of course).
There was no hanging about. We both knew what we wanted.
Her bedroom was very feminine, all pink silks and pretty lace. The bed
was a huge double with a pink satin coverlet.
'A very pretty room.' I was stripping off my shirt.
'It is mine. My husband has his own of course.' I unzipped the dress,
and kissed her in the small of her back as it fell to the floor around her
ankles. She had gossamer thin lace bra and panties, almost the same
grey as her dress. Her legs were bare, but were free of ant hair. She
leaned back on me, and I cupped one breast in my palm, kissing the
back of her neck where her dark hair was finest. I love the feel of a
firm breast inside a lacy bra, and could feel my cock stiff against her
butt. I guess she could too. I slid a hand down over her flat belly and
down to her crotch. I held her there, feeling the lace damp under my
palm. Up again over that smooth belly, and down into the top of her
panties. Her skin was waxed hairless, as smooth as silk there, and I felt
for the lips. My finger slipped into the crack, and I knew she was slick
and wet. It was not only myself who was aroused!
I unclasped the bra, and held her against my naked chest, leaning back
on me, my hands one on each breast. They were firm. Fantastic muscle
tone. I kissed her naked shoulder.
'Let me.' She broke away from my embrace and was undoing my belt,
unzipping my trousers. They fell to my ankles and I had to bend to slip
off my shoes and socks. I felt her hands on my butt, caressing me
through my boxer shorts as I bent over. An impertinent and
provocative finger slid lightly over my anus, and then she squeezed my
buttocks, one in each palm. 'I like that in a man. A nice athletic arse!
You must work out a lot.'
'I thought the same when I saw you. You have a fantastic figure.'
'Thank you, monsieur. I go to the gym daily.'
'Me too.'
'Then we will be athletic in our love-making.' Her hand was inside my
shorts now, clutching my cock. 'And this? Does this get much
exercise?'
'Not as much as it needs, madame. And none recently.'
'Then, we are both in luck.' She pulled my shorts down. 'Gallant!'
And was stepping out of her panties. She was shaven, a complete
'Hollywood', and her cunt-lips were nicely plump and pink. I could see
the little pearl of her clit peeping out. I knew that this meant she was
already greatly aroused. This would be good.
I joined her on the bed, in a conventional embrace lips to lips.
She was holding my cock, but I managed to move so my lips could
travel over her throat and neck, and down to her lovely breasts. She
moaned as I kissed and then nibbled a nipple. Then the other one,
standing as hard as little brown cob nuts. Down now, over that firm,
silky, very slightly rounded belly, down with my lips and tongue to her
cunt. I nuzzled her there, and could smell the sweet scent of woman. I
lay between her spread thighs, and my mouth was over her cunt-lips.
Now I parted them with my tongue, and felt her willing hips rise to
meet my tongue as it licked around her clitoris. She took my head in
both hands, pulling my face onto her, her fingers entangled in my
crispy hair. I sucked, licked, nibble. With one free hand I was caressing
her hips and buttocks, where I could just reach as she lay on it, and
with the other I found that matchless bosom again.
I felt her coming, and then she rolled me over on my back, surprisingly
strong for such a slender woman, and she was astride my face. Her
cunt raked up and down my forehead, nose, mouth and chin, seeking
selfish pleasure from the friction of her clit and cuntlips from my head.
It was as if she was raping my face. But not wholly selfish, because she
held my cock in one hand, squeezing and releasing it in time with her
movements over me. I stuck my tongue out to increase her pleasure,
and could feel my whole face bathed in her juices. She came again her
movements over me powerful and demanding.
And then she was squatting over me and lowering herself onto my
cock. I could see from her face that despite her arousal she was
surprised at the size of it in her and the resulting tightness. I felt her
cunt gripping me. Her muscle tone there in her vagina was as good as
the rest of her body! I lay back as she fucked me, bouncing up and
down on me, accepting the full length of my cock. She came again, this
time as I reached up with both hands to squeeze her tits as hard as I
could without bruising them.
She seemed momentarily satisfied, but I was not!
I rolled her off me and onto her back. She seemed exhausted by her
three orgasms and by the effort of her fucking. I had been lying back! I
grasped her legs and put one over each of my shoulders. Her cunt and
arse were open to me, but it was her cunt I wanted still. I pushed in and
gave it to her as fast and as hard as I could. I was greatly excited, and
not far from coming. Happily she was close again too, and as I pressed
again and again into her I could see her coming, her eyes closed,
panting, her face becoming red. I gave it to her harder, and heard
myself shouting that I was coming. Her grunts and cries rose and I
pumped my cum into her before we collapsed in each others' arms,
wet with sweat, and with the smell of sex around us.
I was still not done. One look at her body beside me, one feel again of
her hairless belly and round, white tits, and I was hard again. I knelt
over her chest, feeling her tits against the back of my thighs. My balls
were over her chin, my cock across her face.
'Lick me. Lick my balls!'
I could feel her pointy tongue tracing patterns over my balls, and down
towards my arse. Then she grabbed my cock, hard now, and shoved
my knob into her mouth. I was tempted to let her continue, and give
her mouth the treat of a few spurts of hot cum, but I had still to enjoy
that cute, pert little arse. So I let her rub me and suck me until I was
well and truly hard again, and then told her to kneel.
'Not like that, Jason. You're too big and I don't like it.'
'Your cunt then, sweetie.' I grasped her by the hips, and slid myself in.
She must have been hyper-aroused by now, because she was coming
with only a few thrusts from me. I held her hips and crashed into her. I
could have come, but held back. This was too good to end quickly. I
enjoyed her coming, and slipped an arm around her so I could feel one
tit. Then the other hand, and I was pulling her back onto me using her
tits to move her. She came again, and then surprised me.
'Stop! Stop now, boy! That's enough. I can't do any more. I've gone
sensitive. Stop. I tell you stop!' She was shouting now, and wriggling so
it was difficult for me to hold my cock in her.
I had not come. I was aroused. And this bitch, satisfied, was just going
to leave me in the air!
'No. That won't do, bitch. I want mine too!' I was still fucking her,
holding her firmly by her tits, pulling her back onto me.
'Stop! I'll shout and say you raped me! Stop!'
'Bitch!' I looked down at her writhing, kneeling form. I could see her
secret rose of an anus, pinky-brown and smooth. On an impulse I
pulled my cock from her cunt, placed my knob on her anus and
shoved. It went in like a knife through butter. And she really did
scream now. But to no avail as I slid deeper and deeper into her till my
thighs rested on those pretty little buttocks. And deep inside her arse I
came, filling her with spurt after spurt of my cum.
I pulled out, and wiped my shitty cock on her lacy panties.
She was cursing and swearing at me. The polite and sophisticated
bourgeoise housewife had become a foul-mouthed street-tart. She went
for me, trying to slap and scratch me. I laughed and held her at arms
length. Her fists flailing mostly empty air. My laughter made her even
madder.
'Served you right, selfish bitch.' I tired of holding her and picked her
up and threw her onto the bed, hard.
She was sobbing now, more in anger than anything else I'm sure. I just
put my clothes on and let myself out.
.
It was just after seven that I got back to the room.
I was surprised when the door was opened by a blonde girl. Not as
pretty as the one I'd just left, a bit brassy in fact, but not at all bad. I
thought I knew her from somewhere. And yet, where had I ever seen a
middle-aged woman who dressed in tight black satin mini-skirts, tits-
enhancing skimpy lace top, and four inch black high heels? If ever a
woman was begging to be shagged, this was it!
When she spoke I knew exactly where I'd met her.
'Darling Jason, I've so been looking forward to this.'
It was Mr Harmsworth in very convincing drag! To say I was gob-
smacked would be an understatement. The door was shut and her arms
around my neck and her lips on mine, for the second time, but more
pleasant than that first in his office. He even smelled like a woman,
expensive and subtle perfume as he crushed me to him. I could feel his
cock hard through the satin skirt, and I supposed, feminine lingerie.
'I want you to fuck me, my darling. I've been thinking about it all day.
I dread to think what I missed in the presentations.' His laugh was
somehow more feminine.
'I think I'd better shower first.' I wanted to call him 'Sir' as usual, but
that would have been just too ludicrous.
'Call me Angelina, Jason. And I don't need you to shower. Come
here!'
He made another grab at me. I must admit it was a pleasant surprise he
wanted me to fuck him and not vice versa. I was not looking forward
to having a sore arse, however good the pay, but could live with
slipping a few inches to this almost-convincing woman. However, I
knew where my cock had been a few minutes earlier and insisted on
showering.
'Then I'll watch you, my darling.'
I watched him strip his clothes off, hanging them up tidily. He stood a
moment in his white underpants, high-cut and really not much more
than a pouch to contain those lovely balls and that cock, the shape of
which I could just make out. There was a contrast between the dark of
his skin and the light of the shorts. Then he turned his back to me and
pulled the pants down. His arse was muscular, small and hard. I could
feel my cock beginning to spoil the line of my satin mini as it became
erect. As he bent to kick off the pants from his ankles, I could see his
balls hanging tight between his legs.
I watched from the doorway as he showered. I promised myself that in
the morning I'd shower naked with him, and it would be my hands that
soaped his splendid young body.
After he rinsed off, I held out one of the huge white towels and
enclosed him in it, patting and rubbing his body shamelessly. When he
was dry I knelt in front of him. He took my head in his hands
.
.
Angelina ..
I may as well call him that
. watched while I stripped off
and showered. It was in a way flattering to see his cock straining to
escape from the lace and satin that enclosed it. It was my body, after
all, that was having this effect on him. I deliberately made my biceps
and gluteal muscles move as I showered, posing shamelessly for him.
And I must admit I was more than a little interested. My cock was at
least half hard when he started to dry me. And then he knelt in front of
me, and for the first time my cock was in the mouth of another male
(well, nearly-male). I held her head, careful not to disturb her wig and
destroy the effect. And I must admit she knew how to give head. I later
found that men, in fact, give better head than most women, probably
because they know what they like themselves. Anyway, This guy-girl
was no exception.
'You're coming a bit, Jason. I love that. '
But he stood up and was unclasping his skirt, which fell to his ankles.
His suspender belt was black lace and satin, and he had split crotch
black nylon panties. As he walked to the bed his cock stuck out through
the split, and I could see his balls, tight and shiny, held by a thin black
leather strap. He was completely shaven, I could see. And in fact that
cock suddenly looked attractive. Like me, he was 'cut', and I thought it
would not be too unpleasant to suck him. I was not so sure about taking
his cum in my mouth, but the idea of sucking it and licking those shiny
balls was appealing.
That was not what he wanted, as was clear when he knelt on the bed. I
knelt behind him. I parted the open-crotch panties and saw my second
arsehole of the day. And to be honest, this was just as pretty, puckered
and pinky-brown, completely shaven as smooth as silk, and gleaming
with oil.
'There's some lube on the side table, darling.' She wiggled her hips
provocatively. I was into this now, and eager to fuck that pretty arse.
I spread some lube on my cock, and placed my knob against his anus.
Still holding my cock in my right hand, I pushed, and felt it slip in till
my knob was embedded.
'Gently! You're so big. Gently!'
A hand on each of his hips, I pushed softly as he wanted, and felt
myself slipping into him. My thighs touched his buttocks and I knew he
had taken my full length.
'Softly now! Fuck me, darling. I've wanted you so much.'
I slid in and out, till I heard him say, 'Harder! As hard as you want,
darling. Fuck me hard you lovely black stud.'
For somebody who claimed to be inexperienced, he fucked like an
angel. Perhaps he only meant he had not had many men? Anyway he
slipped his knob in me, and gently slid the full length in. Then he did
me just as I like, gently at first and then faster and faster. I had to push
back against him each time his body crashed into my bum. And he
went on and on. I looked at the clock and it was twenty past seven
when he slipped into me, and it was ten to eight when he finally came,
and I came too, spurting my cum into the sheets.
.
It took me ages to cum, because of my session with Madame in the
afternoon. But Angelina loved every minute of it. Sometimes as I was
shagging her hard little butt I would reach under her and feel her hard
cock and tight balls, her hand wanking away at it as I fucked her. She
wanted me to start slow, but was soon calling for me to do it as hard as
I could. And when I came, it was one of the biggest orgasms I'd ever
had.
I pulled my cock out and heard her sigh as I did. My cock was not
shitty this time.
'Would you like me to suck you, Angel. I think I'd like that.'
'Oh you darling, Jason. I came when you did. But tonight I'll put on
my sexiest nightie and you can suck me, and then fuck me again.. I
know a nice little bistro where we can eat, and then there's a club
where trannies like me take their admirers. I can show off my new stud
to the other girls. And then home to bed.'