***Mature audience only: 18+*** (mF+ Fdom interr wife humil) MY FAVOURITE STUDENT JOB (v.0.9) this is an early version I will revise it when I have finished the whole story arc for now (feb 2003) only the first 3 parts are available. Comments and suggestions MUCH appreciated: bob_bir@yahoo.com Enjoy! Part 1 My name is Michael and I'm a lawyer. Someone once asked me, at a social gathering (can't remember exactly what), what had been my favourite student job. I lied and told about another job I had had as a receptionist, but the question reminded me of the truth; my favourite student job. It started when I was seventeen years old: It was a relatively hot February and because of a little rain the sidewalks were covered in puddles of water. I was walking back home from the bus stop, trying to avoid getting splashed by the passing cars when I noticed - again - that many cars were parked in front of a house a block from where I lived. I had noticed the same thing the previous week when my morning class had finished earlier; that time I had seen a few normal-looking housewives parking the cars and entering the house. Tupperware, I had told myself. Some kind of boring gathering about plastic containers, I figured. Maybe even something a little better: erotic toys. I was young and horny and the mental image of these women discussing vibrators and the best way to masturbate while their husband is away was strangely arousing. I can now admit that my beauty criterions were different from most people my age; I could see the sex behind conservative-looking women better than my friends. They were all about bimbos and young things - and that was good too! - but I couldn't help but think that most females in their teens and early twenties were too shy, too inexperienced; too centred on what it means and not enough on what it does. The girls at school were, anyway. Sure I'd have fucked them if I had had the chance (I was still a virgin back then) but it was all so complex and you had to play the stupid dating game and be serious. I just wanted to enjoy sex! I suppose that my fantasies were influenced by what I had read about how women in their 30s and early 40s were at their sexual peak, and how most had had enough sexual experience to really enjoy sex instead of just use it as a weapon. In summary: Unlike my peers, I was turned on by older women and it's way I started fantasizing about those who had gathered two weeks in a row at the 167 (that was the house number). Just looking at their vehicles gave me a strange pleasure. Imagining the difference between the one driving the Cadillac SUV and the one driving the Toyota Echo; their husbands' swelled pricks sliding into their slippery pussies, one in a small bedroom with mismatched furniture and dirty clothes piled up on a chair, in a corner, and the other in a big room, with King-sized bed and large mirror everywhere. I saw them fucking doggy-style, cowgirl position. Even missionary looked appetizing to my hormone packed imagination. That day I arrived home with an erection and immediately went to my room, locked the door and jerked off looking at picture of amateur housewives I had found on the net. I shot a big load and had one of the best orgasms I had had in a while imagining my cock inside some stranger's pussy. The following week I was once again walking home from my morning class when I noticed, in the distance, that the same 5-6 cars were there once again. Tupperware reunions don't repeat every week, do they? I passed in front of the house; the curtains were closed. I was just about to forget about the whole thing and continue on my way when I caught, from the corner of my eye, a flash of light coming from the basement window. It was located on the side of the house, near the front corner, and was at ground level. You couldn't see that opening from the street except from where I was standing, and I had been lucky because my line of vision passed between two cars in the driveway. I was standing there, looking at that window, thinking, when there was another flash of light. And another, and another. I looked around - the street was deserted. It was about 1:30PM, everybody was at work. I ran up the driveway and grouched behind a Pontiac to make sure I couldn't be seen from the house. When I peeked around the side of the car, my jaw dropped to the ground; some kind of orgy was taking place in that house's basement. I thought those things happened only in porno movies! I pulled back behind the car to hide and think a little about what I had just seen. What had I seen? Not much. I had looked so fast that with each passing second I grew less sure of what I had seen. I took a deep breath, held it and looked again: it was some kind of large room with a large bed in the middle. On it was a white woman, naked except for a black garter belt - I couldn't see her face - and between her legs, pumping in the missionary position, was a rather muscular black man. Sitting on the bed was also another naked woman, blonde; a third woman, this one a brunette, was kneeling in front of the blonde, her head between her tights. On the far wall I saw, in a mirror, the reflection of a sofa with three people on it; a black girl who wore only jeans and had drool-inducing boobs, another tall black man in briefs and a short haired redhead with who wore a red skirt and a white bra - she was stroking the man's prick through his underwear. A third man, this one white and fully dressed, passed in front of the window. His hair was grey and he seemed older than the black men, and a photo camera dangled around his neck. I leaned a little more against the car to see where he was going - maybe there were more people in the room and they were doing something worth photographing - when the car's thief-alarm went off and I almost had a heart attack. I turned to run but slipped on a patch of wet ice in the driveway and fell, hitting my head on the ground. I woke up confused. I didn't know where I was and I didn't recognize the surroundings. 'Does your head hurts?' said a woman's voice. Oh my god! I had just remembered what happened. 'Uh, not too much -- a little,' I croaked, 'it's nothing, I can go now.' I started to get up from the sofa on which I was laying down when I got my first good look at who had talked; I recognized her, she was the blonde who was getting fucked on the bed by the black man. She was wearing a pale green bathrobe and stood, barefoot, about 5 feet tall - she was really petite but her ample bosom stretched the front of the bathrobe a little. Not like those enormous and ugly fake watermelons that you see in porno movies, but real nice C or D cup breasts. She gave me a little push on the chest and I fell back on the sofa. I obviously was still a little weak. 'So you were spying' she said. 'No!' I shook my head, 'I, uh, saw something shiny in the driveway and I thought it was, uh, a quarter.' I pleaded her with my eyes: please, believe me, this is true, just forget about it and spare us the humiliation. 'You scratched my car, I'm not sure how; probably with the buttons of your winter coat,' she said, looking a bit angry, 'Steve says we should call the police, his brother is an officer and he could get you good for this.' I fell to my knees and begged her. 'Please! No! Please, please! I'm in law school and I don't want to have a file, I'll do anything!' 'Anything eh?' She raised a finger to her lips, mimicking deep thought, 'Well, maybe we could find a way for you to pay us back - it's not as if we have any secrets for you anymore.' 'I don't know what you're talking about' I said, shaking my head. She pointed to the sofa, 'Sit!' she said with a commanding voice. I did. She opened her bathrobe completely and I instinctively looked away. I was a shy boy and she had made me uncomfortable. She took a couple of steps toward me and tilted her head to the side. 'You're not gay, are you?' I swallowed hard, shocked. I was about to answer No! when she sat on my lap. Not like kids with the mall-Santa, but deep; her bottom right on my member. She took my left hand and guided it to her breasts. 'Come on, squeeze,' she said, 'don't be afraid.' My head was still turned away but I tentatively squeezed a little, caressed a little. I felt the nipple slowly hardening against my palm. I was starting to become excited when she said: 'Ah! I knew you weren't gay. My, you're hard as steel!' She giggled a little and wiggled her butt, which made me even harder. 'You can look too, you know.' I slowly turned my head and looked at her breasts -- They were covered in love-bites! She must have noticed my surprise because she gave me a little kiss on the cheek and said: 'You're staring!' I blushed and stopped fondling her. She got up and turned around; her pussy was completely shaved and looked sore. When I had a good look she closed her bathrobe. 'My name is Carolyn.' she said. 'I'm Michael.' I answered. 'Nice to meet you, Michael.' I blushed again. 'Come back next week, same day same hour, and I'll make you a job offer to pay me back for the trouble you've caused. No need to get anybody else involved, especially the police, I think.' I, for the first time since I came about, looked at the room I was in. It was a living room, very modern with grey carpets and a small glass & steel coffee table in the middle. A big window with the curtain closed and a door leading to the outside on my left, an old upright piano and a door that probably led to the kitchen on the other side (this wasn't a big house so it was pretty easy to guess) and, in front of me on the far end of the room, a staircase leading to the basement. I got up and walked to the front door. My boots were there so I quickly put them on and opened the door. 'One last thing,' she said, 'while you were under I found your wallet and wrote down everything about you, so don't forget to come back next week - sorry for the threats, I'm sure we'll get along just fine later but for now this is necessary.' I nodded and went outside, gently closing the door behind me. I'm not sure how long I have passed out, but it was already dark outside and only one car was in the driveway, the Pontiac. I walked home, told my parents I had been at a friend's and went to my room to masturbate to the best orgasm I had ever had, repeatedly.