Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Title : Expedition To Uranus Author : MeatBot Keywords : Mf, mf Date : 20151007 Mail : meatbot777 at gmail dot com This story : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?topic=26687.0 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ExpeditionToUranus%20-%20Mf%20mf .txt My other stories : HTML - http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255 text - /files/Authors/MeatBot/ Synopsis : A teenage girl working at a planetarium seduces her co-worker and is seduced in turn by her boss. Disclaimer : Copyright by the author. Permission is granted to archive, repost, or publish in no-cost or low-cost archives, periodicals, anthologies of this type of material if unaltered and attributed to the author. This is a work of fiction. The author does not condone any sexual activity among persons under 16 in real life. These are just words, people. Just words. If you have a problem with words see a competent shrink or an English teacher. This story is all made up. And yes, I know it takes a long time to get to the sex stuff. This whole story ended up being way too long, in fact. If you make it to the end, I admire you. I'm sorry. Sometimes life is like that. REPEATED WARNING : This story is excruciatingly long. --==+==- I jumped out of my car and ran into the planetarium. I went into the control room, so Mr. Simple could see me, and see that I was there on time. I looked at the clock, and damn, I was even one minute early. Maybe that would make up for yesterday. He finally noticed me and nodded, and I found a chair and sat in the back. Mr. Simple was going over some changes to the script with Dennis, and I tried to pay attention so it wouldn't surprise me later on. Not that anything would be required of me. Once the people were seated, we basically pushed the start button. Then we tried to stay awake for an hour. The computers ran the whole show, we almost weren't needed, and there sure as hell wasn't need for two people, but I think Mr. Simple thought it looked professional to have people in the control booth. And, for all the people in the audience knew, we were doing the whole show by hand. I'd been lucky to get this job for the summer, and Mr. Simple had told me that he'd probably keep me on after school started, if I worked out. Whatever that meant. So far, his only problem with me was my occasional lateness, but I was working on that. Today was a good start. Dennis was okay, for a co-worker. He was kinda growing on me, weirdly. I almost hadn't liked him at first, he was cool and standoff-ish, but we had seemed to get along good, and... well, he was okay. Not super, but okay. Dennis is smarter than he looks, he's a football goon, but he's on the honor roll, too, and he's kind of a science nut. He really gets into the space stuff here, I think this is his dream job. I let him push the button every night to start the show, he really gets off on that. I just laugh at him, and relax, and, like I said, try to stay awake. The first show starts at ten in the morning, and then there's one every hour until closing time. We have to hurry people in and out, there's barely ten minutes between shows. I gotta admit, I think the only reason I got hired was because of my looks. I'm cute, I know it, and I accept that. I think Mr. Simple likes the aesthetic appeal of Dennis and I, a handsome guy and a cute girl, welcoming people into the planetarium. I saw a picture of the girl that worked here before me, and she was pretty damn cute, too. My looks have gotten me things in the past, and I guess this is no different. Like I said, I accept it. And, of course, when it's convenient, I play it a little. Like now. Mr. Simple was done with Dennis, and Dennis made his usual trip to the restroom before the shift started. I'd make mine, here in a few. But first, Mr. Simple had to flirt with me a while. We did this almost every day, he'd start out asking me about my day, and get chattier and chattier, and after a while we'd be talking like old girlfriends. I know he likes me, a lot, too much probably, but I don't mind, I suppose I see it as part of my job, giving a lonely old married man a few cheap thrills. Every now and then he even throws in an inappropriate remark, but I always just giggle, and roll my eyes. Whatever it takes, I tell myself. Nothing but chat today, and then I hurried off to the lady's room, with ten minutes to spare. When I got back people were starting to file in for the first show, and I joined Dennis at the door and checked tickets. Ten minutes later, we were in the control booth, and ready to go. I looked over the crowd one last time to make sure everyone was seated, and nodded to Dennis. With a flourish, he pressed the "start" button, and the lights began to slowly dim. The muzak faded out, and the soundtrack to the show started. I sat, and grinned at Dennis. He smiled back, like he always did, and we sat back and stared at the screen, watching the gobbledygook that the computer spat out as it ran the show. The text was green, warnings were yellow, and actual errors were red. Luckily, nothing ever went wrong. Now the hard part. Staying awake. The counter-top of the control booth is very high, for some reason, we can't even see the people unless we stand up. I suppose it's to hide the "magic" that we do, here in the control room, which is a joke since we don't do anything but sit. The show droned on, stars and planets moved overhead, and I could see the top of the star ball as it moved to simulate time passing and seasons and precession and all that crap. By the third show that afternoon, I was bored out of my mind, as I usually am by then. I tried reading on my phone, but I got tired of that, too. I looked at Dennis. I'd worked beside him for the last month, but I realized I didn't know anything about him. Where he lived, if he had a girlfriend, any of that stuff. I didn't know anything about him, even though I'd gone to school with him pretty much my whole life. I leaned over towards him, and put my hand on his upper arm. He flinched at my touch, and for some reason I found that satisfying. "Dennis," I whispered, and his lips moved in reply. "Who did you say your girlfriend was?" I whispered in his ear, and I felt him flinch again, beneath my touch. "I..." he put his mouth against my ear, and whispered. His breath felt hot and... damn... it felt sexy, in my ear. "Chanelle... I don't have a... girlfriend. I never said I did..." Oh shit. Well, it was an honest mistake. What, though? A big strong manly man like him, didn't have a girlfriend? Come to think of it, I'd never seen him with a girl, at school... had he ever had one? I wondered. "Sorry," I whispered back, putting my mouth against his ear. I could smell him, this close, and he smelled pretty good. "Who is your boyfriend?" he whispered, after we traded ears and mouths. Well, shit. I guess that was only fair. "Dennis... I don't have a boyfriend, either..." I whispered, half-way giggling. It did almost seem funny to me, that I had asked him that question but then wanted to clam up when he asked it of me. True, I didn't have a boyfriend, I'd had them off and on over the years, but the last year nothing had happened. I don't know why, I know I'm decent looking, and I think my personality is okay... I think. I don't know, though... in a way, I'm okay with that... I'm not ready to be tied down yet. I like to think of myself as a free agent. Although I've been pretty damn free, lately. "Awww..." he whispered, and I giggled again. "I ain't worried, it'll happen. You shouldn't worry either." I whispered back to him. He nodded. "I ain't worried... much..." he whispered, and we both giggled again. I sat back and thought. Dennis... interesting... I looked at him, sitting two feet from me. He was big and hunky, all muscle and not fat. Well, nothing special about that, I was some muscle and no fat, myself. And his face was... attractive. Not a Greek god, but attractive. That hair, though... I'd give him some advice there, about that hair. I stopped. What was I planning? Did I really want to get involved with Dennis? Was it anything more than that he was just available? Did I feel an attraction to him? I decided to give it a few days thought, and see what I came up with. It looked like there was no real hurry needed. The day passed, blessedly. Finally the last show was over, and we put the machines to bed. We signed out, and walked out to the parking lot. Everybody else, Mr. Simple and his secretary, had gone home hours ago. "Chan..." Dennis had said, after he walked me to my car. He was nice and considerate like that. "Yes?" I said, wondering. "Chan, you are a great girl. Working with you is a... pleasure..." he mumbled and kind of stumbled over the words, but I appreciated what he said. I grabbed him and hugged him, giggling at the look of surprise on his face. "Thanks, Dennis," I said. "You're a lot of fun too. I'd hate this job, 'cept for you." I thought about giving him a quick kiss, but I decided that would be pushing the pace a bit. I still needed to think about this. He headed for his truck, and I got in my car and drove home, thinking. --==+==- By the next day, I'd decided. Yes, I felt an attraction to him. He was gentle, soft-spoken, and a gentleman. I could do much worse. Actually, I had, in the past. Now, I thought, now just make it happen. That night was fun, for some reason. Dennis seemed more outgoing, and braver. He put his hand on my shoulder for the longest, for no reason. We talked and talked. It was like we both knew. It was like fate, or destiny, or something. That night, we walked to the parking lot after the place had shut down. We stood there, in the dusky twilight, and talked. We talked about all kinds of goofy shit, and it was fun to just talk. I realized, almost with a start, that we were falling in love with each other. This was it, this was happening right before my eyes. Shit. It'd never happened like this before. All those times I'd thought I was in love with somebody? This time it was for real. Well, kinda, at least. I had some hesitation, then... like I said, I did like my freedom... was I ready for this? For something this... this intense? Was it going to be intense? It was looking like that. Without really realizing it we'd gravitated closer and closer to each other, like those stupid planets in the show. I finally realized our arms were touching. I sighed. Let it happen, I thought. I can always back out later, if it's not meant to be. Let it happen. On impulse I snuggled up against his side, and, just as natural as could be, he raised his arm so I could fit beneath it. He slowly carefully put his arm down, over my shoulders, and suddenly we were standing there, like a couple. "Chanelle..." he said, slowly. I looked out of the side of my eye at him, and said, "What?" "Chanelle... I really like you, Chanelle... is... is there some chance in hell... that you might kinda be my girlfriend?" I could tell he'd really had to get his courage up to ask that one, it showed. I wanted to giggle, but I realized that this was a very critical moment in our relationship. I sighed. I put my finger on my lip and tapped it, like I was thinking about it. I rolled my eyes around, and finally looked at him again, without turning my head. His head was turned, and he was staring at me. I realized that I held his heart in my hand. If I crushed it, he would probably be scarred for life. But that's not why I said yes. "Dennis... I like you... you are cool, and a nice guy..." I wasn't sure where I was going with this. Didn't I intend on saying yes? I started again. "Dennis. Let me start again. Yes." I said, and nodded at him. I could tell he was greatly relieved. He turned into me, and put his other arm around me, and he hugged me to his body. He felt big and warm and strong, and I liked it. Maybe this will work out, I though. Maybe I won't have to break his heart, someday. We just stood there, as darkness fell, and he held me. I put my head down on his chest, and let him hold me. I don't know how much time went by. Finally I raised up. "Dennis," I said, "I gotta go. I'll call you tonight, okay? Ten-ish?" He nodded. He seemed to be waiting for something. Oh shit, I thought, we're boyfriend and girlfriend now. I leaned up, and we kissed, a quick little peck thing. My first kiss in months. It wasn't exactly burning with passion, but it was a nice start. "Night!" I said, and then as an afterthought, "love you!" He laughed and waved. "I love you too, darlin'," and I felt like he really meant it. I was pleased that he was brave enough to say that out loud, I know some guys aren't into all that lovey-dovey shit. He already seemed strong and confident, to me, in his masculinity. Or something. --==+==- That was Saturday. I did call him that night, and we spent a few hours talking, deep into the night. I finally laid on my side, my phone under my ear on my pillow, and mumbled to him, and listened to him talk. I can't remember what we talked about, just stuff mostly. Finally I let my hand creep between my legs, and I wiggled my finger on my clitty bump, like I do most nights. That felt good, and it made me kind of horny, and got tired of talking about mundane shit. "Dennis," I whispered in the phone, "you ever done it?" "Done what?" he said, the jerk, of course he knew what I was talking about. "You know, it," I said, "had sex. The vertical mambo, or whatever they call it." "Horizontal," he said, laughing. "I'm sure it's been done vertically," I said. "Have you?" "No..." he said, and I could tell he was embarrassed. "Dennis, it's no big deal. I haven't either," I said. "And some of my friends, even, haven't. Sure some have, but some haven't. It'll happen." "Yeah..." he said. Guys, I thought. It's probably a contest, with guys, to see who can lose it the quickest. I was silent for a while. "Do you think we will?" I asked, trying to make my voice sound sexy. "Will what?" he said. Dammit, I thought, I'm trying hard here. Work with me. "I guess we won't," I said, trying to sound pathetic. "Oh, we might," he said. "I think there's a good chance of it." I laughed. I was seeing possibilities myself. Dennis might be the right guy to pop my cherry. At the moment, I'd sure as hell let him. I wished he was here right now. "Dennis," I whispered, sounding sexy again. "If you were here, I'd probably let you..." "If I were there," he whispered back, "I'd probably do it..." We both giggled. I felt that familiar ache in my upper thighs, and my stomach contracted. I was going to cum. I wanted to cum while he talked to me. "Talk to me honey. Tell me why you like me," I said. He laughed, and started talking. --==+==- Sunday afternoon Dennis came and got me, and we went to the mall and ate, and then walked around and looked at shit. We finally stopped and sat on a bench and talked. "Dennis," I said, whispering. He leaned in to hear me and I smelled him. He smelled good, for a guy. "You really made me feel..." I wanted to say horny, but I wasn't brave enough. "Good. You made me feel good last night. In a... uh... special way..." He laughed. I almost think he knew what I was talking about. "You made me feel good, too," he said, and he winked at me. Oh, I thought, why can't we just come out and say it. "What was your other hand doing?" I said. "Your hand that wasn't holding the phone." I giggled. "Uh..." I think he was a little shocked, but he recovered nicely, and what he said next was satisfyingly naughty. "Chanelle. My phone was laying on my pillow. It takes both hands, for some guys." I collapsed into giggles. I wondered if he was telling the truth. I looked down at his crotch, and he did seem to have a nice lump. I looked up and instantly turned red, he'd been watching me look at his lump. He just smiled at me, and finally I grinned. "Yeah, yeah," I said, and we both laughed. We killed a few more hours, and he took me home. We kissed again when he let me out, a little longer this time, and a bit more satisfying. No tongue yet, though. When I went in my house my mom asked me about him, and I told her most everything, except for the naughty parts. "Chanelle," she said. "I suppose this is as good a time as any to talk to you. Sit down, dear." I sat, thinking, oh shit. We'd already had "the talk" a few years ago. I know where babies come from. What the hell was this about? "Chanelle..." she seemed strangely hesitant. I nodded helpfully. "Darling... I don' want you to think I'm encouraging you... I don't want that at all..." Oh shit, I thought. This is about the pill. Getting me on the pill. I'd thought of that just yesterday, that just in case something happened between Dennis and me... I'd like to be on it. I'll say yes, if she offers, I told myself. Sure enough, that's what it was. We had a nice long talk, and I told her I planned on waiting until I was married, and all that crap that parents want to hear. She said she just didn't want me to ruin my life with a baby, and she thought it would be a good idea to get me on the pill. I agreed, I tried to seem a little unsure and hesitant, but I agreed. She told me she'd make an appointment with our family doctor. Finally I was able to flee to my room, where I immediately called Dennis. "Dennis, I just had a talk with my mom, and she thinks it'd be a good idea to put me on the pill." I couldn't help giggling. The timing just seemed so perfect. It was fate, I felt like. "Okay..." he seemed a little nonplussed or something. "Well," I said, "I'm not sayin' it'll happen... but just in case, I'll be prepared, know what I mean?" "Yeah, Chanelle, that's cool. Do you want it to happen?" "Well... maybe... maybe someday..." I didn't want to seem to eager. He laughed. "Maybe someday it will," he said. --==+==- Monday I got to work early, and Dennis finally showed up. We got ready for the show to start, I got my little chat with Mr. Simple over with, and we finally started shoveling people into the planetarium. After Dennis pushed the button, we looked at each other and smiled. I think he was thinking just what I was thinking, an hour of darkness, in fairly secure privacy. I scooted my chair over to his, and nuzzled his arm with mine. "What you wanna do?" he whispered. I put my mouth to his ear. "Nothin'," I said, "just sit and watch the show." I stuck my tongue in his ear, and licked. He jerked away from me, and I heard him laugh slightly. I stayed in his face, and when he turned his head, I kissed him. "Chanelle," he whispered, "we can't start that shit here. We'll get busted for sure." "Oh, Dennis," I whispered back, "when's the last time Mr. Simple even came in her during a show? Has he ever, in fact?" Dennis looked puzzled, then said, "I guess you're right." From there on, it was kiss kiss kiss. Every now and then one of us peeked over the top of the enclosure, to make sure the audience was behaving. And I noticed Dennis kept an eye on the computer, not that anything ever happened there. Within thirty minutes, his chair was scooted back and I was in his lap. He had his hands around me, and his tongue in his mouth. I felt like I was getting pretty good at the kissing stuff, I mean, I'd kissed boys before, but never like this. We licked each other's tongues, and all kinds of shit. I was great fun, and sexier than hell. "Dennis," I whispered, trying to keep my voice low. "Dennis, unsnap my bra..." He got a rabbit-in-headlights look for a moment, then I felt his fingers fumbling on my back. My boobs sagged free, and damn, it felt good. I love going bra-less, although I sure don't want my tits to get saggy. But I expected to feel his hands on them, before long. And I wasn't disappointed. His fingers crept up my back, then around my sides under my arms. I felt his touch on the sides of my tits, and just melted. "Oh yes, honey," I breathed, breathing into his mouth. He laughed soundlessly. A few minutes later I felt his hesitant touch on my nipple, and god, it got me hot and bothered. He squeezed, and pinched my nipples, and I felt my pussy oozing juice. I was sitting in his lap facing him, with my legs spread wide, around his stomach. I reached up and unsnapped my jeans, and pulled them open at the top. I took his hands and guided them back to my butt. For some reason I wanted to feel his hands on my ass. Pretty quick I did, and I laughed evilly to myself. This was turning out nicely. And shit. The ending music started. It'd be twenty minutes before we could continue this shit. I got up off him, seeing disappointment on his face. I laughed and he smiled. He knew we'd get to keep going, during the next show. I stood, snapped my jeans, and hooked my bra back together. I leaned down, gave him a long kiss, and finally sat as the lights started coming up. --==+==- "Chanelle," Dennis said softly, as the last people filed out of the auditorium. "You are the sexiest thing ever. God I love you." I laughed at him. Of course he thought that, since I was probably the only girl that'd ever let him do this shit. Of course he loved me. "Dennis, you're not too bad, for a guy," I said. I reached down and pinched the lump in his pants. It was almost too hard to pinch. God, I thought, he must really like me. He jumped when I pinched him, and I smiled. "C'mon, let's get the folks in here, so we can take up where we left off." --==+==- I lay in bed that night, thinking. It had been a fun evening. But he was right, we really needed to watch it, or we'd get caught. People had looked over the railing, before, at least before the show started. I couldn't ever remember somebody doing it after, but then, it was usually so dark in there, for all I knew somebody did. I'm sure at least a few technical-minded guys wondered what we did back there. But, so what if they caught a peek. Dennis had rubbed my ass, over my jeans and then finally inside them. The feeling of his fingers on my bare skin was electrifying, to say the least, and I was so horny I fingered myself in the car on the way home. I had hoped he'd touch my asshole and even maybe my cunt, but Dennis is slow and methodical, he'd have to get there in his own time. Maybe tomorrow night. I really looked forward to tomorrow night. --==+==- And for good reason. Tuesday was just too much. The first show had barely started when I was on top of him, my mouth glued to his, my arms on his strong shoulders. I had unsnapped and unzipped my slacks before I crawled on top of him, and within a minute his hands were down the back of my pants. I had planned for this. "Darling," I whispered in his ear, "rub my butthole!" I could see the surprise in his face, even in the dark. I giggled. I felt his hesitant touch, creeping closer and closer to my bootyhole. "Don't worry," I whispered, blowing hot air into his ear, "I took a shower right before I came." "I don't care," he said, his breath hot in my ear, "I don't care if you just pooped!" I giggled at that, and sure enough, I felt his touch on the center of my being. He did just what I asked, rubbed his finger on it, almost in it, and it felt fantastic. It was kinda sweaty, and his finger slid around easily on me. "Oh, baby," I said into his mouth, "oh yes yes yes..." He laughed silently, and I felt his finger press directly into my asshole. Was he brave enough? I thought. He pushed a little further. It looked like it. Soon his whole finger was inside my body, and it felt wonderful. "Deeper!" I commanded, and he giggled quietly, and pushed his finger a little harder. God, this was turning me on, my pussy was flowing like a river. I could feel how wet my panties were. He wiggled his finger, and I felt it moving deep inside my body. Suddenly he yanked it halfway out. I had sat back from him a little, and I could see a funny look on his face. "What?" I whispered. He looked apologetic and a bit flustered. "I... I touched something." Oh shit, I thought. Literally. I'd actually done that once myself, I was playing around and I stuck my finger in my butthole and touched a turd. I reminded myself to try my best to poop before coming to work in the future. "Dennis, I'm sorry," I whispered. "Just don't stick that finger in your mouth." The look on his face was worth a million bucks. I almost laughed out loud. There's just something about shit that really puts the damper on fun, though. It took him a while to get back in the mood. I was still rarin' to go. "Dennis," I said, after he'd pulled his finger out of my ass and wiped on the bottom of his shoe. "Dennis, go wash your hands during the intermission. There's something I want you to do when the next show starts." "What?" he whispered. I started to say it was a secret, then I thought, hell, give him something to look forward to. "I want you to play with my pussy," I whispered. He gulped and I giggled. "You ever touched one before?" I asked, and he shook his head. So I asked, "you ever seen one before?" He shook his head again. Well, shit. I would be to dark to really show it to him good. Maybe that could wait until we could be alone somewhere else. He could at least feel me off, and maybe he could figure out how to make me cum. That would be the coolest, although we'd have to be really careful and quiet. --==+==- The show ended. I rushed off, to the girl's restroom, hurriedly pinched a loaf, and washed my asshole with wet paper towels. Dennis was waiting impatiently for me, we were almost a minute late. I rushed in, we sat, and he punched the start button. "I'm sorry," I whispered in his ear, "I had to poop. Did you wash your hands?" He giggled and nodded. It turned me on to share such intimate information with him. I wondered if he was man enough to be in the bathroom with me when I pooped. I wondered if I'd be brave enough to do it, too. I sat in my chair, to give the show a few minutes to start, before I assaulted him. I thought about things. You know, I thought... I'm ready to show him my pussy, and I haven't seen him yet. I haven't seen his weenie. His cock. I haven't seen any of my boyfriend's cocks, actually. Although... I have seen a cock, before. And hell, touched it even. Once, many years ago, when I was maybe eleven, we were at the lake. My Uncle Frank, my dad's brother, was there... we were staying on his houseboat, in fact. Once he took me off into the woods on a hike... I hadn't thought much about him until then, I mean, I could tell he liked me and he thought I was cute... he stared at me a lot. In the woods, he suddenly said, "Excuse me!" and pulled his weenie out and started peeing. I giggled and looked at it, it was pretty long, and it got longer the more I stared at it. When he got done he said, "You wanna touch it?" Finally I reached out and touched the end of it. It was so funny, it was hard and warm. Some clear sticky stuff got on my fingers, even. He said, "Big girls put these in their mouths. Do you want to do that?" but I didn't, I'd just seen him pee out of it, and I didn't want to get pee in my mouth. Still... it was kinda fascinating, and I'd thought of it many times over the years. I realized if I had to do it now, I'd do it. Hell yeah, I'd stick it in my mouth. "Dennis..." I whispered in his ear. "Get it out..." He didn't look puzzled, at least. He knew right away what "it" was. He laughed softly and sat back in his chair, fumbling with his zipper. I could see him plainly since the first part of the show was pretty bright, showing planets and stuff. He unzipped his pants, and stuck his hand in the slit. I realized I was holding my breath. At last he pulled it out. Oh, I thought, that is cool. He had a really nice dick, even bigger than what I remembered my Uncle Frank's being. And those ball things! He pulled them out, also. I couldn't wait to get my hands on them. I leaned forward, and examined him as closely as I could. "Chani..." he said softly, "touch it. Please..." I did just that, I grabbed it with both hands. He was almost right, it almost took two hands to cover the whole length of it. It was pretty hard by now, and it felt cool and sexy in my hands. I squeezed it and tugged on it, and heard him sigh. Oh, I thought, this is cool. This is too fucking cool. We just did that for a while, I pulled and stroked and rubbed his dick, and he relaxed and enjoyed it. That sticky slippery stuff was leaking out the end of it, and I smeared it all around on the cap of his weenie. I finally just took hold of it with one hand, and pumped up and down on it. And I played with his balls with my other hand. After a while of doing that, though, he grabbed my hand and made me stop. "I'll squirt if you keep that up," he whispered, and I giggled. "Dennis..." I sat forward, and placed my lips against his ear. "Dennis... I'm going to do something now... I don't want you to think badly of me for it, though. Some people only think bad girls do it." His eyes got round at that. I wondered if he'd thought this was even a possibility. I slid out of my chair, and onto my knees. I crawled forward, until his dick was right in my face. Here goes, I thought, opened my mouth, and gulped him inside. Oh, it was cool. It felt so cool, in my mouth. Why had I waited so long to do this? I wondered. I'd had a girlfriend, Destiny, tell me once about sucking her boyfriend's cock. I halfway thought she was making it sound more fun than it probably was, but I know now exactly what she meant. It's fun, it's hella fun. The feel of it in my mouth was unreal. And I knew he was loving it, I knew it felt great. I sucked hard, and drew it out until my lips were on the cap. I plunged it back in then, to the bottom. It almost made me gag, but it felt sexier than shit. Just to suck hard, to feel his hard stiffness in my mouth, totally got me off. I'm sucking cock, I told myself. I felt my pussy just streaming juice. I have no idea how long I went on. At long last I felt him touch me on the shoulder. He leaned down, and whispered in my ear. "Chani, baby, I'm about to cum..." I nodded, and sucked harder. At this stage, I didn't care. I'd still suck, no matter what. All I cared about was the feeling of that stiff tube of flesh in my mouth. I pumped in and out harder, every now and then scraping the bottom of it with my teeth. My right hand was full of his balls, I cupped them like two fat grapes, and gently squeezed them. I felt things inside his body tense up, and finally he did it. My mouth was flooded with liquid, and after the second squirt I hastily gulped it down. After that it was squirt, swallow, squirt, swallow. I had the rhythm down by then, and it was easy, although a little bit spilled out of my mouth. Finally, it was over, and I felt him getting a little softer in my mouth. I gave him one last long suck, and dropped it. The look on his face was worth a million bucks, I could tell he'd loved it, and I could tell he loved me. I smiled up at him, and he held his arms out to me. I rose half-way, and we hugged. "Oh, Chanelle... that was wonderful," he said, "I love you, darling, I love you. God, I love you." I laughed softly. Of course he loved me. Who else would put his weenie in their mouth? I sat down, wiping my chin. The end music was playing. We'd play some more, next show. --==+==- We did play more, that day. That's all we did, in fact. The third show I pulled my slacks and panties down, and let him play with my pussy. He was content for a few minutes, then he, too, slid down to his knees. I stood and bravely slid my slacks and panties all the way off, placing them on the counter-top so I could get back in them in a hurry. This way I could spread my legs like I needed to. And spread them I did, sitting back down, and he nestled inbetween my thighs. The next forty minutes were the most wonderful I've ever had. His tongue just drove me mad. He licked and sucked and slurped me, and within just a few minutes I came, the first of many that day. I just sat there and shivered and shook and trembled and came, and a few minutes later I came again. And again. He licked hard, right on my clit, and it just sent shock waves through my whole body. "Chanelle," he whispered, rising up to put his mouth at my ear. "Chanelle, turn over so I can kiss your butt!" We both giggled and I stood, then turned and lay down, my chest in the seat of my chair. He was back on his knees by then, and I felt his warm wet tongue touch me, right in the middle of my asshole. Oh shit, I thought, he really did it. He loves me enough to lick my asshole. He knows I just pooped a while ago, but he's still licking me there. It made me love him all that much more. It felt good, not as good as when he was licking my clit, but it still felt good. Good and sexy. The end music started. He sat back down, and apparently he'd had his cock out, because I could see him putting it back up. I got dressed, and we finished out the show. I had a bad case of the giggles as we stood by the door while everybody filed out, thinking what we'd just done, wondering what these people would think if they saw us, his dick in my mouth, or his tongue on my asshole. It's better they don't know, I thought to myself. It was a few days before we went any further, though. What we were doing, what we were getting away with was enough fun, for a while. We kissed, licked, sucked and tongued each other until we were both pretty familiar with each other's tastes. It was sexier than shit, and every night I zoomed home and pounded the shit outa my clit. I would cum five or six times at the end of Dennis' tongue or finger, then go home and jerk off again. I was sex-crazy, like hell. My mom finally took me to the clinic, and I got started on the pill. I wanted to ask how soon I could fuck, but I controlled myself, I didn't want to shock the nurse. I decided to give it a few days, at least. Although... there was something we could do, that wouldn't get me pregnant... --==+==- "Dennis," I whispered in his ear, when the first show was almost completed. We'd been playing around like crazy, my in his lap, his hands on my pussy. His dick was out and I'd been pumping it, as he touched me. "After the show's over," I said, "I'm gonna go poop. Then we can try something..." He looked a little surprised. I giggled. He wasn't an idiot, he could figure it out. --==+==- I barely made it back from the restroom in time, but we started right on the money. I sat back, smiled and winked at Dennis, and waited for a reasonable amount of time to pass. I had retrieved a small tube of hand lotion from my purse, and I set it on the counter. "Dennis," I finally whispered. "Get your cock out. I'm gonna take my slacks off..." I did just that. I hadn't worn panties today, to make things easier. I peeked over the counter-top, at the heads under the darkened dome. Once again I giggled... if those people only knew what we were doing... it amused me. Dennis had his cock out his zipper slit, and from what I could see of it in the dim light it was ready to play. I squirted a large blob of hand lotion into my fist, and wrapped it around his cock. I rubbed and stroked, working it in, getting it good and slick. "Okay," I whispered, my mouth to his ear. "I'm leaning against the desk, get behind me. And get it in my bottom, not my pussy." He nodded, smiling. I leaned down, bracing myself with my arms against the desk. I felt him behind me, moving around. I handed the lotion over my shoulder, and moments later I felt his fingers on my asshole as he smeared it on me. I braced myself, waiting, and tried to relax. When his cock touched my asshole, I tensed up and puckered hard. I just couldn't help it. He pushed against me, but it wasn't happening. I tried my damnedest to relax my sphincter muscles. Damn, though... it's hard... every little touch and my butt tensed back up. I finally reached back and grabbed his shirt, and pulled him into me, hoping he'd get the idea to push a little harder. It sucked that I couldn't say "push harder." He did, though, and I felt the head of his cock enter my body slightly. And damn, it hurt. It stung like fire. I hoped to shit he wasn't tearing my rectum or something. I felt tears come in my eyes, it stung that bad. I'd still been pulling him towards me with his shirt, but I stopped that shit. He seemed hesitant, but I felt him push into me a little further. I liked Dennis' dick, he had a nice one, and I'd greatly enjoyed the feeling of it in my mouth... but at the moment I wished it wasn't quite so big around. God, then... then the bottom just seemed to fall out of my stomach. He pushed really hard, and most of his cock slid into me. I made a little squeak, and slapped my hand over my mouth in horror. The soundtrack was pretty loud at that time, and I hoped no one had heard. Damn, my asshole hurt. I burned like fire. And still he just pushed in and in. How long was his dick again? Jeez... I wondered if I'd be able to hold my poops in after this. I turned my head around as far as I could, hoping he was watching me. I opened my mouth, hoping he could read my lips from the side, but about that time I felt his hips touch my on my butt. He stopped. He was all the way in. Weirdly, it felt good. It felt good to be full of him, back there. It felt like that moment just as you poop, when your turds are poundin' on the door, wantin' out, and you let 'em. I almost held my breath, wondering what it'd be like when he pulled out and pushed back in. I wasn't disappointed. It was pretty intense. I felt him slide out of me a few inches, and that was sexy, I could almost feel the cap of his cock sliding along my colon. Then he reversed direction, and I felt him push into my body again. Dennis fucked like he did everything else, slow, careful, and by the numbers. It was, like I said, pretty intense. I'm still a virgin. I haven't been fucked, in my pussy. But my finger had gone there, many times. Two fingers, even. I'm not sure if I'm technically still a virgin. And, of course, now I'm certainly not a butt virgin. I giggled, in spite of the pain. Dennis pumped me a third time, and a fourth. The pain was a lot less by now, and the pleasure was getting more pleasurable. I reached down for my clit with my right hand, remembering something I'd read online that said most people couldn't cum from simple anal sex. I started frigging my clit, as Dennis fucked my ass. In the end, sadly, I didn't cum. It was still a lot of fun, and anyway, I'd kinda done it for Dennis' sake as much as anything. If he would have gone longer I probably could have came, but, it was okay. I knew before long he'd be fucking me proper, in my pussy. I could feel when he came, he grabbed the sides of my ass hard, and pressed his fingers into me. I felt him tense and relax, tense and relax, and I knew he'd had his orgasm. I was glad to do it for him. I knew I'd get mine, sooner or later. I wanted to wait a few more days, to be sure my birth control pills were working. I recognized from the music that we were maybe halfway through the show. Dennis slowly pulled his cock out of my ass, and I felt something wet slide down my crack. Ugh. Probably wet and messy. And now I'd have to sit here for another twenty minutes, with an ass-full of his sperm. I sighed. Sex isn't all fun and games, I realized. --==+==- I could hardly wait for all the people to file out of the auditorium after the show. "I'll be right back," I told Dennis, and hurried off to the lady's room. In a stall I stepped out of my slacks and sat. I squirted a little cum into the bowl, strained hard and dribbled a little more, along with a sneaky little turd that I'd missed earlier. I wiped my butt, and examined the crotch of my slacks. Not too bad. I yanked my slacks back up, and hurried out of the restroom. I watched the auditorium while Dennis went and washed his dick. By then people were filing in, and he hurried back and we started the show. I sat on his lap and we whispered for a while. "Did you like that?" I asked, and I felt him nod in the darkness. "Yes," he whispered into my ear. "It was sexier than hell. I love you, Chanelle... god I love you..." Of course you do, I thought. Who else lets you put your dick in their butt? "Dennis..." I whispered. "In a few more days, we can fuck for real. Do you want to do it here, or somewhere that we can be more... relaxed?" He nodded again. "Yeah," he said, "that's a good idea. When do you want to try it? Friday night maybe?" "Yeah," I whispered. "That'd be cool." "Let me talk to my brother," he said, "maybe he can rent us a room or something." --==+==- We didn't do much the rest of that night except kiss and cuddle, after butt-fucking there wasn't really a lot of places to go. It was still fun, although, like I said, I didn't get to cum... Dennis did get me off later with his finger, though. I went home that night feeling pretty satisfied and happy. I looked forward to the weekend. Dennis called me the next morning, before we went to work. He was disappointed, he said his brother wasn't too crazy about the idea of renting us a room at a motel, so we could fuck. "He kinda pissed me off..." said Dennis. I was curious, and I asked why. "I don't wanna tell you, it's bad..." said Dennis. That made me really want to know why. I started whining. "Alright, alright," said Dennis. "But I warned you." "Okay," I said. "Tell me." "He's seen you up here before, and he knows you by sight. He said he thinks you're a fox and if he rents us a room, he wants a turn with you." I almost giggled. Shit, I was a fox. Any guy would want a turn with me. I wondered how Dennis really felt about it. Actually, it didn't bother me that much, thinking about it. I wondered what his brother looked like, if he was big and hunky like Dennis. "Dennis, that is pretty shitty of him," I said, kind of wanting him to think I was a bit pissed. "What does he mean by a turn?" "I dunno really, I got up and walked out. He did say he wanted, uhm, to eat your... your pussy and that maybe you'd... uhm... do something for him in return." Yeah, like suck his cock, I thought. That was pretty cheeky of the guy. But, that wasn't as bad as being fucked by an almost complete stranger. I'd almost go for that, sight unseen. I wondered how to tell Dennis to go ahead and do it, without sounding slutty. "Dennis, let me think about it," I said, to prepare him. "How old is your brother?" "Twenty-two," he said. That wasn't too bad. At least he wasn't an old fart. I decided to give Dennis a day to stew about it, and then I'd tell him I'd do it. I wondered how big his brother's cock was. Maybe... if his cock wasn't any bigger, maybe I'd let him butt-fuck me. I'd almost rather do that than suck him, for some reason. Call me weird. "You serious?" Dennis finally said, and I had to hold back a giggle. "Well, a room would be nice," I said. "If we could do it on Friday night, and keep it until Saturday noonish." "Yeah," he said. He looked thoughtful. "Yeah." --==+==- So I went to work, and we had another fun night of kissing, feeling and even a little licking. We didn't butt fuck, though. That was too involved and exhausting to do every night, I felt. Plus, I didn't want to wear my butt out. We talked some during the shows, I mean whispered, but we didn't talk about the thing with his brother. I kinda felt like Dennis was embarrassed about it for my sake. I wished I could just tell him it didn't bother me that much, although I was still wondering about why it didn't bother me that much. After work I spent a lot of time that night thinking about the whole thing, and in the end I decided the same thing, I decided that I'd do it, if Dennis would also agree to it. I wouldn't fuck his brother, but I'd sure as hell let him eat my pussy and maybe I'd suck his cock. The butt-fuck thing... I'd just have to see about that. The whole thing made me wonder just what exactly I was turning in to. I hadn't even gotten my cherry popped yet, and I was thinking of involving more people in my sex life? Crazy. Was I crazy? Was I a sex maniac? I dunno. I sighed and finally went to sleep. --==+==- Thursday rolled around. Of all the strange things, Mr. Simple called me and asked me to come in early, so I did. No one seemed to be in the building, and I had to pound on the door until one of the desk ladies finally came and let me in. Mr. Simple was in his office with the door open, and I tapped on the door. He looked up and motioned me to enter. "Please close the door, Chanelle," he said, and I did. I was really wondering by now what this was all about. I was getting nervous. Was he going to fire me, or what? Mr. Simple is probably in his mid 40's, I'd guess. He's not really large, but not petite or whatever either. He's right in the middle. He's still got most of his hair, though it's turning gray. He's clean-shaven, and he probably was handsome back in his twenties... but he's no spring chicken, any more. His personality is pretty bland, I thought in the past... kinda boring. Like I said earlier, he made jokes to me sometimes that maybe, just maybe could be taken as slightly improper. For instance, once when I'd complained that all the sitting down on this job made my butt go to sleep, he said I needed a good massage. I assume he meant my butt, because that's what I was talking about... and I assumed he meant he should be the one to do it, because he had a kinda leering smile on his face. I just laughed at him. I'm sure that to old farts like him girls like me look pretty hot, if they have the nerve to even fantasize about us. I could just almost imagine what his wife was like, he had a picture of the two of them behind his desk, and she looked like a whiny shrew to me. Anyway, where I'm going with all this is that Mr. Simple is about as far from my ideal man as it's possible to get. I'd take Dennis's brother, never having even seen him, over Mr. Simple. He was just a sad, tired old man to me. "Chanelle..." he said, staring at me intently. I felt my butthole pucker up. I had decided by now that whatever this was about, it was not good. "Chanelle, we have a problem," he went on, and I nodded, staring into his watery eyes. "I like you, and I like Dennis, but something has come to my attention that demands a quick, appropriate response." Against my wishes I felt a slow burn start at my forehead and move down. Did he know? Was this about Dennis and I, fooling around? Had somebody seen us and reported us? "You kids might not be aware of it, but the computer in the control booth has a web camera in the monitor. On a whim yesterday I activated it during an afternoon performance, and I saw some... very unprofessional activities. I know you two are young and... uhm... hot-blooded, so to speak... but we simply cannot risk members of the audience seeing such behavior." My heart sank as I began to burn with embarrassment for real. He'd fucking spied on us! I tried my best to remember what we'd done yesterday... we hadn't butt-fucked, at least... I really wondered what he'd seen. "Mr. Simple!" I said, leaning forward. I felt like I was almost ready to cry. Hmm, I thought, that might not be a bad idea. I knew well the power of tears, I could get my dad to do almost anything by crying about it. "I'm so sorry! I... I don't know what came over me!" He looked stern, like he thought he was my father or something. "Miss Tatum," he said, and I thought, oh no, I'm not Chanelle any longer to him. "Miss Tatum, I hate to say this, but I'm probably going to have to let one of you go. If I keep you, I'll hire another girl to keep something like this from happening. If I keep Dennis, I'll hire a boy." "Oh, Mr. Simple!" I said again. "If you fire somebody, fire me! Dennis loves this job so much! Please don't fire him!" "Well," he said, "that's a pretty big possibility at the moment. I'm almost holding him more responsible for this than you... I realize you're just a girl. He should know better." I didn't have time to get miffed over his chauvinistic statements. I was doing major damage control. "Mr. Simple..." my mind raced. What could I promise him to make him keep us both? Of course, the main thing to promise was that we'd never do this again. Shit. This job would have to go back to major boringness. I hated that. Still, in a way, Dennis and I had outgrown the control booth. From here on, we needed a room and a bed to do what we wanted to do. I went on. "Mr. Simple, I promise you that will never happen again. I've learned my lesson. And I really want this job, as much as I want Dennis to keep it, too." "Well," he said. "I hope you can keep that promise. The two of you looked pretty involved, the last few days." The last few days? He'd said "yesterday" at first. Had he spied more? I really felt like crying, now. "Mr. Simple," I said, "I'm sorry you had to see that. I know I was being improper. I just... I just can't help it, at times." "Well, I know it's not easy, being young and... uhm... horny..." he said, gulping. I wondered if he felt like he was getting away with major shit, just saying that word to me. I felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe... just maybe I could talk my way out of this... by saying the things he wanted to hear. "It's... it's not..." I said, trying to act kind of coy. "And Dennis... he makes me feel, uhm... good... in a special way." "Yes," said Mr. Simple, "I could tell that. He seems very skilled at... pleasing you." I giggled inside. This seemed to be headed right where I wanted it. I'd talk dirty to this horny old man for a while. That might change his mood a little. "Mr. Simple..." I said. "I trust you. I feel like I can discuss this stuff with you... stuff like this." "Yes, my dear," he said, and I giggled to myself again. A moment ago he was going to fire me, and now I'm his dear. "I was young, once. I know what it's like." "Did you have lots of girlfriends?" I asked, hoping to get him talking. "Yes..." he said. "I know that's hard to believe... but I was quite the lady's man..." "Oh no," I said, "I believe it. I can believe it!" That seemed to please him. My mind was racing. How far was I willing to take this? Not that far... ugh... I couldn't imagine making it with a hairy wrinkled old fart like this... that would be like doing it with my Dad... Jeezus. I'd tease him a little, but that would have to be enough. Maybe that would be enough to keep me from getting fired. "Chanelle..." he said hesitantly. Oh shit, I thought. I could tell from the way he was acting this was going to be something big. "Chanelle... I think I might... be able to keep both you and Dennis on... if... if you might do me a favor... if you can do something for me..." Oh shit. What the hell did that mean? A favor? What kind of favor? "Mr. Simple..." I said, wondering how to find out exactly what he meant. "What do you mean? A favor?" "Uhm... some special something you might do for me... Chanelle... you are a very attractive girl... it would mean a lot to me... to see a little more of you..." More of me? Did he mean a peek at my tits? Or my pussy? What the hell was he really talking about. "Mr. Simple," I said. "Listen. We are both adults. Well, I am, almost. Please just come out and say it... I'm not sure what you mean, at the moment. Just tell me, I won't get mad, honest." He sighed, and squirmed in his seat. I'm sure he knew he was crossing the line on this one. Hell, I was locked in his office with no witnesses. I could say anything. I could lie and bust his ass good, but of course I wouldn't pass a lie detector test or whatever. Still, I realized my power over him. But hell, I'm a nice girl, I won't abuse it. "Chanelle..." he finally said. "You are very beautiful. I am quite enamored of you. I would love a chance... a chance to see your beauty... unencumbered by clothing..." Ah, he wanted to see me naked. Just that? Just to see me? "Mr. Simple, I understand. That's it? That's all you want?" "Well..." he squirmed some more. "There might be some... special things I can do for you... if you reciprocate..." I wasn't sure what that really meant either. I think it meant if I'd do something in return. Something like what? "Something like what, Mr. Simple?" I asked. "Uh... if you might allow... you might allow me to... touch you for a few moments..." "What special things do you mean?" I asked. "Well, I could... I could allow you and Dennis to continue your... uhm... affair unencumbered, if you could be discreet. And I will promise to keep your jobs for you this fall." I thought about that. That really wasn't all that much, for allowing him to have touching privileges. "What about a raise, Mr. Simple?" I asked. He did look a little panic-stricken, then. "Uhm..." he said, "I'm not sure if I can justify that... that's quite a stretch, on our budget..." I laughed to myself. He wanted a lot, for a few simple promises. "Mr. Simple," I said. What a worm he was, I thought. He just thought I was going to fall all over myself, for this job? Was I? Kind of, I guess. "Okay, Mr. Simple. I'll do you a little striptease... but if you wanna touch, it's a quarter an hour raise, at least. Does that sound fair?" "Oh dear," he said, looking pained. "I suppose that's fair. Okay..." "Where do you wanna do this? Here? Now?" I said, standing. "Allow me to secure the door," he said, getting up and double-checking to see if the door was locked. It was. He went back the credenza behind his desk and laid the picture of his wife face down. I giggled. "Yes, my dear. Let me sit here on the couch," he sat, and motioned me towards him. I stood, unsure what to do next. I felt a little regret, now, at agreeing so quickly. What was I going to do here? I slowly approached, stopping a hand-length away from him. "Now what?" I finally asked. He laughed a little at that. "Please strip for me, darling," he said, leaning back on the couch. I still hesitated. "Chanelle," he finally said. "Please understand I am not forcing you to do anything. You may walk out of here right now, and our agreement will be void. Fair is fair, right?" "Right..." I hesitantly said. Shit. I knew if I did that he'd probably fire at least one of us, if not both. I'd gotten myself into this. I'd felt sexy and naughty and powerful, for a moment there, when I realized my power over him. Now it was time to put that power to the test. "Okay!" I said, trying to sound confident. I was wearing a man's shirt, and I began to unbutton it slowly. He sighed loudly, and settled a little further down in the couch. As I unbuttoned my shirt I looked down at him, and was shocked to see a large lump in his pants. Shit! I thought. I'm doing that! I'm making him feel that way! It did make me feel powerful. I mean, I know I'm fairly good-looking, and my body isn't bad at all, but it turned me on a little to give a middle-aged man a hard-on. My shirt was unbuttoned. I pulled it off and dropped it on his desk. I could see he was devouring me with his eyes. I unsnapped my slacks and let them slide down my legs. Shit, then, I had a problem. My shoes. I finally bent over and took my shoes off, and kicked the slacks away. I stood back up. "Very beautiful, darling..." he said, smiling. I smiled back at him. I'm sure I looked like heaven to an old fart like him. I imagine I was the cutest thing he'd seen in twenty or thirty years. Maybe ever. I reached back and unsnapped my bra. I let it slide down my arms a little, still covering me. I was moving a bit, by then, like I was dancing, but without music. I could tell his eyes were glued to my tits. I finally giggled and slid my bra down my arms and tossed it on his desk. The look of raw lust in his eyes was inspiring. I hadn't planned on taking my panties off, just maybe pulling them down a time or two, but before I knew it they were sliding down my legs. His eyes moved from my breasts to my pussy area, and the smile on his face grew even broader. Damn, I thought. I'm naked. I'm stark fucking naked, in front of this old pervert. He motioned me to come closer. I didn't really want to, but I did. "Chanelle, turn around," he said. "Sit on my lap. Dance for me." Oh shit, I thought. He wants a lap dance. Was this part of the deal? I slowly turned, and squatted down in his lap. I felt him at last, and I gently rubbed my butt against him. Shit. I could feel the lump in his pants with no problem. "Rub me, baby," he said. "Rub against me." I did that, asking myself why I was following his orders so docilely. I was doing everything he asked. What if he asked me to fuck him? What would I do then? Shit, I told myself, have a little self-respect. Don't let him boss you around so. But I did what he wanted, rubbing my butt against his crotch and stomach. I placed my hands on his upper thighs, and just scrubbed my butt into him. I heard him groan loudly behind me, and suddenly I felt his hands in the crease of my thighs as he pulled me towards him even more. "Mr. Simple!" I said. "Please!" "Chanelle, I thought we agreed I could touch," he said. Shit. Did we? I remembered him saying something about touching me... I wasn't too crazy about him pawing me, though. "Mr. Simple," I said, hoping I didn't disappoint him too much. "I'd really rather not..." Apparently he wasn't taking my gentle no for an answer. His hands slowly rose along my sides, and crept around to my stomach. His hands did feel warm on my skin, and it wasn't that freaky... it wasn't that different from when Dennis touched me. Slowly they rose, higher and higher... I was almost holding my breath now... would he dare? Would he touch my tits? Sure enough he did, he clamped his hands on them and squeezed almost painfully. "Ouch!" I said, and I heard him snort behind me. He was little gentler, at least. He cupped my breasts underneath, running his fingers along the bottom-side, and at least that felt good. He pinched my nipples, and rolled them in his fingers. He felt me off as good as Dennis had done, at least. "Chanelle," he said. I felt his breath on the middle of my back. I even felt his hair touching me. "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I would die for you. Please, please... please let me rub your clittoris... let me stimulate you..." I almost giggled at his choice of words. I wondered if he'd say "vagina" instead of "pussy." Probably. Should I do this? At this stage, I thought, why not. The shit I'd already allowed? What the hell was wrong with me? Am I just a slut? I wondered. I realized I was actually having a pretty good time, letting an old man slobber over me. I was kind of getting off on my effect on him. It was sexy to squish my ass in his lap, and feel his erection against me. I wondered if I had a career as a lap dancer. I can do this shit, I told myself. I'm good at this. "Mr. Simple," I said, sighing. "I'd rather not get that involved with you..." I didn't want him to think I was easy. Where would this lead, if I allowed it? Once again, like I thought he would, he just went ahead and did it. I felt his hand at my waist. I wondered if he was so obsessed with me it didn't matter what I said. I wondered what might happen to me before this was over. Well, whatever. It would feel good. Maybe he could get me off. Within seconds I felt his hand, sliding through my pussy hair. He fumbled around a little, spreading my pussy lips apart, and sure enough, I felt his touch on my clit. It did feel good. Ahhh... I thought. Excellent aim. I felt his other hand on my ass, squeezing and rubbing. His finger smashed my clit into my body, rubbing it up and down. Damn, it did feel good. He went faster and faster, and I felt his other hand creeping into my ass-crack. I sucked in a breath, and locked my knees. I knew I was going to cum, I could feel it starting. He was pretty good, for an old man. Once again I could feel his hot breath on my back, and I felt his forehead against me. This was too cool, I thought. When I started cumming, he stuck his finger into my asshole, which I wasn't really ready for. I squealed a little and tried to pull away from him, but he was holding me way too tightly. My asshole was sweaty, almost wet, and his finger slid into me easily. It didn't hurt, at least. He pumped it in and out, and rubbed my clit as I had a nice orgasm, chill bumps running over my body, sucking in breaths... I'm sure he could tell I had cum. "Mr. Simple," I finally said, when I could talk, "I really didn't want you to do that... we need to stop..." He laughed, and kept stroking me. His finger was deep inside my ass, wiggling around, and it did feel nice and nasty. He finally leaned back and took my arm and turned me around, facing him. His finger stayed in my ass. He didn't let go of my arm. "Chanelle... this wasn't in the agreement, but I hope you'll allow me..." he said, and leaned forward and sat up, taking my left nipple in his mouth. I squealed then, just from the hot wet feeling of it, and the surprise. He didn't stop, and sucked hard, raking his teeth along my nipple. Shit, that felt good though, my body still hummed and vibrated from my orgasm, and it felt good to have my nipple sucked. I decided not to press the point. "Chanelle!" he said, pulling away from my tit. "I'll give you fifty cents and hour if you let me eat your pussy!" I laughed. I felt totally in control. I had something he seemed to want more than life itself. Something he'd pay out the wazoo for. Fifty cents an hour raise? That was unprecedented, in this stingy place. Still... I'd gone further than I'd intended with him. Was he going to think this would happen again, if it happened this once? What would he expect from me, after this? "Sure, Mr. Simple," I said. He pulled his finger out of my ass, and I felt both his hands on the side of my butt. "Step up on the couch, here," he said, and he pulled me towards him. I stumbled over the edge of the couch, and finally climbed up onto it. My pussy was almost in his face, now, and he leaned back as as he pulled me into his face. I felt his tongue on my pussy-hair, and I reached down and spread myself apart for him. Almost instantly I felt his tongue on my clit. "Mr. Simple! I said, "this was not in the agreement!" He made a funny noise, his voice muffled by my pussy. He leaned into me harder, and licked up and down my slit. He pulled me downwards, and I squatted slightly, spreading my legs. That quick I felt his tongue on my asshole. You nasty little man, I thought, giggling. I knew I was going to cum from being licked, and sure enough, I had a good one. His hands were squeezing and pinching my ass, and one of his fingers was in my asshole, again. I just crushed his head inbetween my legs and came, hearing him laugh, feeling his hot breath on my cunt. It as sexy, off the scale. Dennis hadn't even turned me on this much, when he'd eaten me out. Why was this god-awful old fart affecting me like this? Just because it was so wicked, so naughty? I have no idea how long he licked me. It went on a while. At last he turned me around, and I bent over, spreading my ass, and he licked my asshole. His hand was around in front, then, rubbing my clit, I came a third time, to my surprise. I came so hard I almost fell off the couch, and he had to hold me. At last he guided me down onto the floor, and I leaned against his head, exhausted. His arms were around me, pulling me against him. "Chanelle," he whispered hoarsely. "I love you. I want to hold you forever. Tell me what I can do to have you. I cannot live without you." I laughed. "Mr. Simple, I'm sorry... it wouldn't work. I'm not going to lead you on. Just enjoy this while you have it. It's been fun, but it can't happen again, sorry." He sighed. He had to know the truth. I felt just a little sorry for him. God, it must suck to be old. I wondered if I was the best thing to happen to him in his whole life. He stood, his hand still holding my arm. I knew he didn't want to let me go. I wasn't sure what I'd do if he did, I'd definitely try to get away from him. I wondered what was next. "Chanelle!" he said, urgency and desperation in his voice. "You have to let me... you have to let me make love to you! We've gone this far... you have to!" "No, I don't have to!" I whispered just as urgently. "You need to stop now, and let me go. You need to stop or I'll scream!" I didn't know if I would or not. But he was scaring me. "No, don't!" he said. "Plus, no one is in this end of the building. No one will hear you. Chanelle! You have to let me! You've led me this far!" I've led you? I thought. He'd pretty much done what he wanted with me, so far. He thought I was leading him on? He was doing something with his other arm... I looked down. Shit! He was getting his dick out! I saw it in his hand, so hard the cap was almost purple. I had a moment of pleasure as I realized I was doing that for him. Still... alone in a room with an old man, who had his dick out... I was pretty nervous. "Mr. Simple!" I said, trying to sound horrified. "Don't! You can't do this!" "Chanelle, darling..." he said, as he worked his hard cock out of his pants. "You have to let me... you just have to. I can't live without it!" "Mr. Simple! You need to get hold of yourself!" I didn't really know where to go after that. I felt like I'd caused this mostly, I'd let him start. And this is where it led. I felt bad for Dennis, he wouldn't be my first, after all. I pulled against him, but he had a firm grip on my upper arm. "Chanelle... please..." he said. "Just relax and enjoy it... I promise it will feel good!" "Mr. Simple!" I said, "I'm still a virgin! Please don't!" "Your still a..." he paused for a moment. "Chanelle. I saw Dennis, taking you... taking you from behind..." I was actually embarrassed, then. Shit, I thought, I'm fixing to be raped, and I'm embarrassed. I could feel the burn. "Mr. Simple..." I said, wanting him to understand. "He was in my butt. I'm still a virgin, technically." He gave a short, sharp little laugh. I seized the idea, and begged him. I hated myself for it, but I begged. "Please, Mr. Simple! If you have to do it, do it in my butt! Please! I want to stay a virgin! I won't say anything, if you do my butt!" He stood there and stared at me. I dared a look down at his cock. It was still pretty hard. I knew he wanted me, bad. I was surprised, then and now, that he was so insistent and demanding, with me. Surely he knew the trouble I could cause him... if I didn't mind losing my job, that is. "Okay," he finally said. He did let go of me then, I guess because he thought I was going to go along with him. I started to run for the door... but dammit, I wanted to keep my job. I liked working here, and I liked working with Dennis. And now, I felt like I'd saved my virginity for Dennis. All I had to do was let this fairly disgusting old man fuck me in the ass. I sighed, and moved to the couch, and mounted it on my hands and knees. "Mr. Simple," I said, "get some lotion or oil or something. Please don't do me dry. And please... be easy." "Oh, I will, Chanelle..." he positively gushed. He was getting a dream come true, I realized. I glanced at him, returning from his desk. At least his cock wasn't a monster, he wasn't even as big as Dennis. Maybe he wouldn't even sting. I relaxed my butt as well as I could. "Chanelle..." he said, standing behind me. I felt his fingers in the crack of my ass, rubbing my asshole. "You are the most beautiful girl in the world. I'm a lucky guy." "Luck didn't have much to do with it," I said dryly. "You didn't give me much of a choice." "I'm sorry, Chanelle..." he said. "You have a powerful effect on me. I love you dearly. This is... this is..." "Yeah, I know," I said, "a dream come true." "Exactly," he said. "Dear... could you scoot a little lower?" I spread my knees further apart on the couch, and my body sunk down a little. He grunted, and I jerked as something cold splatted right in the middle of my anus. I realized it was whatever he'd found for a lubricant. I gritted my teeth and tried to relax again, waiting for him to push into my body. He was rubbing and stroking my ass, and I sighed, and let him play. That went on for a while, and finally he said, "Chanelle. Are you ready?" "As ready as I'll ever be," I said. Moments later I felt something touch me right in the center of my ass, and I assumed it was his cock. I tried my damnedest to relax, but damn... every time something touched me there, I tensed up. I finally felt the head of his cock pushing harder and harder against me. "Am I hurting you, darling?" he said, and I shook my head. Hardly, I thought, not with that little thing. I felt the cap of his cock inside me now, and he slowly pushed further and further, until I felt his legs touch the backs of my thighs. At last he slowly pulled out, and pushed in again. "Mr. Simple," I said, "play with my clit, so I can cum." He laughed, and I felt his arm reach around my leg. Soon enough he found my clit, and began to rub it. "A little harder," I said, and at last I felt my legs tensing up. I didn't know how long he'd go, since he was so worked up over me, but I hoped I could cum at least one more time. For all the trouble I was going to, I hoped for it. --==+==- When it was all over, I found all my clothes and got dressed. It was kind of embarrassing for both of us, now that it was over. I wondered if I should talk to the cops. Still... it was over... and I'd be sure and not be alone with him any more. He thanked me several times, for basically raping my ass, looked at the clock, and said, "Oh my goodness. People will be here any minute." "Mr. Simple," I said, remembering something. "You said Dennis and I could... still play around. We'll be careful, but please... don't spy on us, okay?" He looked pained, but he slowly nodded his head. "Okay," he said. "Promise?" I said, and he nodded again. I'd tell Dennis to put some tape over the camera or something, just in case. Mr. Simple unlocked his door, and nodded to me. I nodded at him, and left. --==+==- I didn't tell Dennis what I'd done with Mr. Simple, of course. I did tell him we were getting a raise, and he was pleased. I found some masking tape, and put it over the hole that I thought was the camera on the computer monitor. In spite of three orgasms by Mr. Simple, I was horny for Dennis, and just a few minutes into the first show I had yet another orgasm, from his finger. "Chanelle," he whispered, in a lull in our screwing around. "What did you decide about my brother, and the room?" "Dennis," I whispered back, "let's do it. I'll let him lick me. Ask him it that's enough." "Okay," he said, getting out his phone and texting on it. A minute later I heard it vibrate. He read it. "Shit!" he whispered. "He says he wants to fuck you, now! That bastard!" I almost giggled. Only Dennis was going to fuck me, proper. But there was another way. I'd done it with Dennis, I'd took it up the ass. I could do it for his brother. "Dennis," I said, "ask him if butt-fucking counts. I'll let him butt-fuck me, if it don't bother you. Tell him nobody's gettin' my cherry but you." He looked at me, a little perplexed. I wondered if I was being to tolerant for his tastes. I didn't want him to dump me, just because he thought I was too easy. He finally sighed, and typed on his phone. "Okay," he said a minute later. "He says deal. This Friday night." --==+==- It was a fun week, after all. Playing around with Dennis was still fun, at least. And I looked forward more and more to getting fucked by him. I hoped that the pills were working now, because I knew I was gonna do it, no matter what. At last it was Friday. We wound the last show down, and left the building. "I'm gotta go home for a while," I said, then I'll meet you wherever it is. Just text me when he's got the room." "Okay," said Dennis, and kissed me. I got in my car and went home, and gather up some clothes and my nightgown. I told my parents I was spending the night with my friend Victoria, which I still did regularly enough for it not to look suspicious. I tried to act as nonchalant about the whole thing as possible, although I was pretty excited. Well, excited about being with Dennis, I could have passed on the whole brother thing. Dennis finally texted me, and told me to meet him at the Belmont, downtown. I drove down, found the place, and parked next to his car. He met me, and took me upstairs to the room. His brother didn't look anything like Dennis. He was taller and heavier, and looked older than twenty-two. I already decided I didn't care for him much, he seemed kind of pushy and petulant. He could do his business, and get out, I thought. The sooner the better. Jeezus, I thought. This is the third guy that's gonna be in my butt, in as many weeks. This had better be worth it. "Well," I said, when all the introductions had been made. "Let's get on with it." Dennis's brother laughed. I dropped my pants, and slid my panties down. "You got some lotion or something?" I asked his brother, and he went into the bathroom and reappeared with a small tube of hand lotion. That'll do, I guess. "You gonna take your shirt off?" he said, and I sighed. I didn't really want to. "I wanna see your tits," he said. I grimaced, and pulled the shirt over my head. He finally smiled when I dropped my bra. "May I?" he said, approaching me. I looked at Dennis, who looked back at me helplessly. "I guess," I said, and I suffered for a few minutes as he squeezed, pinched and prodded my tits. He was as rough as Mr. Simple had been at first. What is it with these guys? I wondered. I finally pulled away from him, and crawled up on the bed on my hands and knees. I stuck my butt up in the air, and wiggled it at the boys. They both giggled. At last Dennis's brother began to act like he was going to fuck my ass. He unzipped his pants, and pulled his cock out the slit, along with his balls. I flinched when I saw his cock, it was even larger than Dennis's. That's gonna hurt a little, I thought to myself. I realized, about that time, that I had an almost uncomfortable feeling of fullness, in my colon. Shit, I thought. Why didn't I do that at home? I was going to have to here, in front of these two? I got back down off the bed. "Hang on, you two," I said, "I gotta poop, if you're goin' there." I went into the bathroom, and started to shut the door, but Dennis's brother was right on my heels. I just looked at him like he was crazy. He was going to come in while I pooped? I wasn't sure if I could poop, with somebody in the room. "I got something I want you to do, while you're down there," he explained, rubbing his cock with one hand. I knew immediately what he meant. He wanted me to suck his dick, while I sat on the toilet. I looked at Dennis again. He had that fish-out-of-water look on his face, and I realized that he wasn't going to be any help. He just seemed to totally cave into his older brother. It must be a brother thing. "Okay," I grumbled. "If you can stand it." He laughed. "I can stand a lot, if I'm getting a... uhm... BJ..." I snorted. He hadn't gotten it yet. I wasn't too crazy about his attitude, either. But, a deal was a deal. I sat on the toilet, and he moved over in front of me, his cock in my face. I wasted a minute looking at it... it was a nice one, full and fat. I relaxed my anus, and a turd plopped into the water. If he could stand it, I could do it. The jerk. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth, and leaned down. Once again, it wasn't that much different that doing Dennis. Except that I was pooping. I opened my eyes for a second and looked out the door... Dennis was sitting on a bed and staring at me with a kind of sad look on his face, as I sucked his brother. I winked at him and smiled as best I could, and I think he got it, he smiled back. I hoped we were okay. I didn't want this to fuck us up as a couple... I didn't want him to think I enjoyed doing it as much as I actually was so far. Finally I spit his brother's cock out, and grabbed some toilet paper. His brother got the hint and backed out the door, and I cleaned up with some wipes that the motel had thoughtfully provided. "Somebody light a candle!" said his brother when I walked back into the room, and I gave him a "aren't you funny" look. He was pretty classless, unlike Dennis. Dennis just seemed to be suffering through this, I hoped I could make it worthwhile to him, after this part of it was over. I crawled back up on the bed, put my chest down and my ass up in the air, and said "Okay! Hit me!" --==+==- After his brother fucked me in the ass the guy acted like he wanted to hang around and chat and shit, but Dennis finally exerted himself and showed him the door. He got a hurt puppy-dog look on his face, but he finally left. Dennis came to me and hugged me, and I felt better about what I'd done, I hoped that meant it he hadn't changed his mind about me. I finally pulled free, went and pooped out his brother's sperm and then took a long hot shower. After that Dennis and I laid around and watched TV until I finally felt horny again, and we played for a while, and mostly kissed and hugged and shit. At last the moment felt right for both of us, and we undressed each other. I lay on the bed and he carefully crawled on top of me. He asked me if I was ready and I nodded, and spoiled the solemnity of the moment by giggling. He pushed into my body, I was pretty wet so it wasn't that hard, and he popped my cherry at long last. It was everything I'd hoped, I came like crazy before it was over, and he felt great inside me. I felt so full of him I thought I'd pop. We fucked again later that night, and then the next morning when we woke up. I felt happy and satisfied, and I was glad I'd waited for it. My only concern was if we'd be able to find a place to fuck from now on. I didn't fancy fucking his brother every time we wanted a night to ourselves. I didn't plan on doing that any more, and I sure didn't plan on letting Mr. Simple go a round with me again. And Dennis and I had better get that damn raise, or I'd come down on his ass hard. --==+==- IF YOU LIKED THIS STORY, LEAVE ME A COMMENT. HELL, LEAVE ME A COMMENT EVEN IF YOU DIDN'T LIKE IT. THANKS FOR READING. http://www.kristensboard.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=26255