Working Holiday Part Nine: A New Day

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Charles Jelinek contemplated the girl lying beneath the sheets of his bed. In the shuttered morning light, she was all shadows and shapes; rather pleasing shapes, he thought. She was sound asleep and might justifiably sleep the day away. Her first day back in the city was one she would be sure to remember.

Waking without an erection was a rare event and this morning was no different. Since his separation  however, it was even more rare to wake with somewhere to put that erection. Despite the fact that he had taken her half a dozen times the day before, and at least twice after they had fallen asleep last night, he was ready to go again.

She was lying half on her back, half on her side, legs forward and knees bent. Charles moved in close and guided his erection into that warm crevice between her legs. Holding her hip, he gently nuzzled her arm; he only wanted to wake her just enough. She stirred and rolled onto her side. Removing his hand from her hip he pressed his erection against her sex, rubbing it gently back and forth. Still half asleep, she responded by pushing her ass into him. Applying a bit of saliva to the head of his cock, he pressed it gently upward and parted her lips. She was moist. She inhaled and pushed back against him.

With a few more gentle thrusts, Charles had entered her. She moaned softly as he held her, spoon fashion. They had fallen asleep like that last night, his erection lodged inside her, locking the two of them together. They had made love before they slept. He had fucked her, seriously fucked her, several times that day, but before sleeping, they made passionate love. Rhiannon, overwhelmed by her experiences, had reached a sort of breaking point and emotionally collapsed. It was not a breakdown; it was a breakthrough. All of her concerns and everything that had been weighing her down the past several weeks, dropped from her mind. "Give yourself over to absolute pleasure," he recalled the quote from last night. It was his own pleasure he sought at that moment, however.

The thought didn't occur to him at the time, but she was his for the taking. Whenever the desire took him, he exercised his right on her body. He had even gone so far as to offer the girl to his friends and she accepted her role as plaything. He had woken up twice that night, erection demanding attention, and performed the same cock-between-the-legs maneuver he did just then. The first time he woke her, she groggily asked him the time. He responded with "Time to fuck you." She chortled and let him have his way with her.

He was unable to cum during those two nocturnal engagements. He was feeling more power this morning, however. He climbed on top of her, his legs straddling her as she lay on her stomach, and continued thrusting, his balls sliding along her smooth thighs. The orgasm felt great, but he knew it was dry. "Shooting dust," he remembered someone calling that. He remained inside her for a few minutes, then pulled out and stroked her back as he lay next to her. "Go back to sleep," he whispered. She murmured in response.

Quietly, he slipped out of bed and donned the Japanese robe behind the door. He reactivated the computer in his office then went to the kitchen to make coffee. He would wait for the girl to wake before making anything to eat. The coffee would take only a few minutes, but he decided to get a quick shower. Back in his office, he went through his e-mail messages. He received thank-you notes from his visitors from the night before, each of them inquiring whether they would find Rhiannon at the next party. He left those to answer later.

The message that most interested him was an artist friend from the college. It was too early to call him, so he just replied to his message in confirmation, promising to call later. He then went through the replies to his messages from yesterday. There were plenty of options and Charles considered them. He decided that it all came down to logistics and pulled up a mapping application to figure out how to pull off this plan. He worked out a few different scenarios and created backup plans to accommodate the more obvious problems.

When he heard the toilet flush, he knew she was awake. A few minutes later she appeared at his office door, wrapped in a sheet. Her hair was a wild mess but she looked most decidedly cute. "Hey," he admonished her, "you're not suppose to wear anything except your shoes." She made a big show of pouting and shuffled back to the bedroom. She appeared a few moments later, nude and sporting her back pumps. He smiled and pushed back from the desk. She curled into his lap like a cat and he wrapped his arms around her.

They sat there for a few minutes, enjoying the moment, before exchanging good mornings. Charles offered her some breakfast and they went to the kitchen. Rhiannon helped herself to coffee while he prepared the eggs. He liked watching her walk around with nothing on but the high heels. He was sure she expected him to take her from behind, but he was truly spent from the morning and needed some recovery time. They ate, put the dishes in the sink and then went back to bed. There was no sex this time, just an opportunity to relax and talk. He was careful to avoid any discussion of last night's events. When she started to approach the topic, he put her off saying that they would talk about that later. Charles then told her about the job he lined up for her that afternoon.

When he first met Rhiannon, Charles offered to do a photo-shoot for her. She was a bit awkward in her posing, but he coached her to bring out her best. He gave her the contact sheets and told her to study them, and practice in front of a mirror. During their next photo session, weeks later, he complimented her on her new skills. It was obvious that she had been practicing, going through magazines and picking out poses. She was also more self-assured.

Her job today, he explained, would draw on some of those skills. She would be standing naked in front of a group of strangers. As an artist's model, she would have to hold still for periods of fifteen or twenty minutes. She tried a few standing poses she thought might work and he offered suggestions. They then went into the living room and she tried some sitting and lounging poses. She felt confident she could hold the poses for extended periods.

They had about two hours to get to the college. She took a long shower and fixed her hair while Charles worked at his computer. At his recommendation, she used minimal makeup. He went back to the kitchen and prepared some snacks for her to eat between posing sessions. For the first time in twenty-four hours, she put on her clothes. They left the apartment and walked to the car.

"Are you excited?" he asked her as he pulled out onto the street. She grinned and smiled. Charles leaned the seat back and loosened his pants with his free hand. "Are you prepared to prove it?" She glanced around mischievously then pulled loose the seat-belt around her shoulder. This enabled her to lean forward into his lap. He had pulled out his dick so she could get at it. With her head next to the steering wheel, she started sucking his cock. She twisted in her seat to accommodate this unusual position then resumed, bobbing her head up and down in his lap.

Getting sucked off while driving was the best way to make a long drive short, but they didn't have far to go. Charles drove carefully focusing on the light traffic and not on his dick in her mouth. There was no way he was going to cum, but this was about enjoyment, not orgasms. As he approached the college, he drove through the side streets to prolong her treatment on him. He hoped to stop at a traffic light and have a few college girls catch them in the act. It was a quiet morning, though, so instead he told Rhiannon that a group of girls were walking by and told her to keep her head down. She slowed down her bobbing motion but sucked harder. He liked that. Then he told her they pulled up next to a couple in a car and the woman was looking over at them. She stopped moving but sucked harder than ever. He gave up the game when she suspected a ruse and started to bite his cock. They were approaching the school by then so they both recomposed themselves. She licked her lips mischievously as she watched him pull his pants up.

There were numerous colleges spread around the city. Most were general preparatory schools, but some specialized in specific disciplines and skills and included adult education classes and non-credit courses. Their destination was a college that had an extensive art program, including sketching classes with a live model .

The college had a hard time recruiting their own students so it relied on students from other schools or the community at large for suitable subjects. The class attendees would each chip in a few bucks to get a professional model. Charles knew the instructor and offered Rhiannon for that Sunday afternoon. The class appreciated variety and the instructor agreed to give her the posing job. When he spoke to him by phone that morning, he got the details and passed them on to Rhiannon.

They arrived at the college and parked in the surprisingly full parking lot. During the summer weekends, the college hosted a lot of non-credit adult education classes. The main buildings of the school were of stone and magnificent, but the art annex was a new brick building set back from the road. They found their way to the classroom, a large room with tall windows facing north. A few students had already set up their easels and were warming up by drawing objects in the room.

Michael, the instructor, started walking over to meet them. "Don't breath too much," Charles whispered to her, "your breath smells like cock." She giggled then Charles introduced her to Michael whom she kissed on both cheeks then slyly glanced back at Charles. The instructor proceeded to explain the class logistics. She was to pose on a knee-high platform in the middle of the class while the students sketched. She had a variety of props to use, including a plinth column, and could choose to sit or stand beside a wooden chair, settee or short stool. Each pose would require fifteen minutes but might go a bit longer if the students requested. They used a clock to countdown the time; Charles recognized it as an old darkroom timer.

The room did not include a place for Rhiannon to change, not that she would be changing very much, so she had to get ready right there. They had brought along one of Charles's robes for her to wear before ascending the dais and during the breaks. Michael, seeing that all the students were at their easels  introduced Rhiannon and then reviewed some of the sketching principles they were covering that day. Rhiannon looked a bit unsure of herself standing there in the center of attention. She pulled the wooden chair onto the dais, dropped her robe to the floor and sat down as the instructor continued his lesson. Charles watched as she tried a couple of poses before settling on one that she might maintain for twenty minutes. She looked over at him and he gave her a wink. She smiled and returned to her pose.

When Michael finished, he came over to Charles and thanked him for bringing the girl. He was happy to have a new model and she seemed confident enough to get the job done. Michael excused himself, needing to attend to his students, and Charles told him he would meet him at the end of class in three hours. He watched Rhiannon as she sat motionless on the chair, staring out at infinity. A slight smile told him that she  was enjoying the attention of everyone looking at her.

Go to Working Holiday Part Ten: Posing

Working Holiday Part Eight: The Initiate

(Read Part Seven here)
Jean Tremblay paused to read the note. He had been about to ring the bell when he noticed the piece of paper folded over the button. "Don't ring. Walk in," it said. He tried the door. It was unlocked. Inside, he could hear music at the top of the stairs. He was tempted to call out, but it was very obvious that he was at the right address. The message he had received earlier that day described the place as well as the address.

He pushed open the half-closed door at the top of the stair and looked inside. Three men stood in quiet conversation. Charles, otherwise known as WereWeevil on the mailing list, waved him in and gestured to join them. He recognized one of the other men from a recent party but didn't know the third. He approached and Charles made introduction, using their pseudonyms, MisterJim and Sandbaster. Some guys, Charles included, dispensed with those usually. Other guys were very careful about maintaining their anonymity, particularly the married men. As they exchanged pleasantries, a fifth man, Rocksteady, joined them.

They had a new initiate tonight. Most times a girl would attend one of the parties and just watch the first time, or maybe just dabble on the sidelines while another girl took center stage. WereWeevil had set up a special event for a friend of his who just came in from out of town. Sometimes a guy had a girl who was a bit nervous about taking on too many guys, so one of the organizers would invite the VIP members to a private engagement.

If what Charles said was true, his lady friend was tied up on the bed with no knowledge of what would soon happen to her. Jean as a bit uncomfortable with this, but Charles assured the them that she should would be a willing victim and that any one of them could use the "safe word" and stop the whole event if they were concerned. The men agreed. Jean found the whole idea very exciting, a surprise gang-bang party.

Charles explained the plan then they left their pants in the living-room and quietly entered the bedroom. The girl on the bed turned her head when they came in. Charles took the lead by gesturing to the men to position themselves on either side of the double bed.

The room was lit well enough that Jean could see quite clearly. The girl was bound, wrists and ankles, to the four posts of the bed. A tie had been wrapped around her eyes as a blindfold, but her mouth was free. The bonds holding her down were also ties. She wore glossy black high-heel shoes on her feet. Her skin was very pale making her pink rosebud nipples quite prominent on her small breasts. Her pubes were neatly shaved but for a narrow strip in the center. Between her legs, he could see the base of a purple vibrator. From her slightly awkward position, it was obvious that the girl had been squirming to re-position the vibrator without the use of her hands. He looked forward to caressing those creamy white thighs and using that vibrator on her.

Charles moved to the foot of the bed near the girl's head. He caressed her and she moaned. She must be horny as hell. Charles motioned for the man beside him to run his hands over her. They each took turns touching her, careful to have only one man touching at a time and careful to do so gently so as not to lose the rhythm of their play. Jean took the initiative to turn up the vibrator and play with her. Charles motioned her him to pull it out so he could dip his fingers into her. When he offered the wet fingers to the girl's mouth, she sucked them happily. The men standing around the bed grinned like wolves watching her; this girl was the real deal.

They continued to touch and caress and throw in a few pinches for good measure, but after a little while, Jean saw the girl tense up. What was wrong, did she sense that she was not alone in the room? She called his name and Charles moved in close to reassure her. Jean watched as her body loosened up and relaxed. The guy started talking to her then, getting her to demand to be fucked, making her beg for cum. Watching her get worked up like that was arousing him even more! He was ready to fuck her right there and then, but he had to be patient and let Charles get her ready.

The men all grinned again when Charles got her to say that she wanted to be taken by a gang of men. My god, the irony! He was making her beg for the very thing he planned to deliver. He was playing the girl like a piano. Jean knew how receptive girls were once they were in that super-horny mindset. Sufficiently aroused, they would do things unimaginable to their sober selves. Once the thought was in her mind, her body would follow. He'd seen it happen at parties more than a few times. After making out with them for a while, guys would encourage the girls to "go wild" and she would pull off their tops for everyone's entertainment. From that point, it was not hard to get them to strip to their panties or demonstrate their blowjob skills in front of everyone. From that point, a girl was pretty much ready to get fucked, too.

The girl on the bed was ready. She had been craving to be fucked for however long she had been tied down like that. Charles gestured to Sandblaster to get up on the foot of the bed and let her suck him off. He dropped his shorts and shirt and climbed up to position himself over her head. She opened her mouth and started sucking. She had no idea she was blowing a stranger. Jean was both aroused and amused by this. Sandblaster grinned at the guys and proffered Charles a grin and a "thumbs up" of approval.

Charles spoke to her again and his hands joined the two that were already playing with her. If she was going to scream and try to bolt, now would be the time. Instead, she seemed oblivious to the fact that four hands were touching her and kept sucking. Charles climbed between her legs and entered her. Jean reached out and stroked her breasts. He could feel her heart pounding with excitement. He was sure she was having an orgasm.

All the guys were touching her now. They knew from experience that all those hands caressing a girl would keep her seriously aroused. Some girls would orgasm just from being touched that way. The guy across from him, Rocksteady, had placed his cock into her hand and she was alternately squeezing it and yanking it. Terrible technique, Jean thought, but under the circumstances she could be forgiven. The girl was overwhelmed, for sure.

Jean was next in line for her mouth. He realized that the position on the bed was awkward and had the guys help him lift her a bit so he could put a folded pillow beneath her shoulders. Now he could position himself better. When the tip of his cock touched her nose, she opened her mouth and sucked it in, not knowing its owner. Her tongue licked across the head and took in the shaft as he pushed it into her. He let her enjoy herself for a few moments before positioning himself to better enter her. He started rocking his hips, thrusting gently. He pushed a bit deeper, but was worried she might not be comfortable with deep throating him. He could have spent half an hour fucking her face like that, but he wanted to give the other guys a chance.

He got off the bed and moved to the side. Grabbing a condom, he got into position to mount the girl and fuck her. When the guy ahead of him moved away, Jean climbed into position. He pressed the head of his cock to her labia; she was dripping juice. It was obvious that she had been fucked hard, her pussy was totally relaxed and received him easily. He loved the feeling of entering a woman, but he was particularly thrilled about having "fresh meat." Fucking a girl for the very first time was usually the most exciting and this was no exception. He watched as he slowly fed his cock into her, savoring every inch of penetration.

Jean admired the pale white form beneath him. Tied up like that, she was unbelievably sexy. He wished he could see her face. Her small mouth and nose suggested that she was quite cute, but there was no way for him to tell. He didn't care that much anyway, as it was her pussy that interested him most at that moment. The protocol of a gang bang was to fuck the girl as hard as possible for as long as possible then make room for the next guy. Some men preferred to take their time, but hard and fast was generally the order of the day. Jean drilled her hard for at a good five minutes before he got out to make room for the next guy. He leaned against the wall to catch his breath before returning to play with her once more.

He remembered, years ago, reading about how the actual thrusting part of sex only lasted between five and ten minutes before the man had an orgasm  That did not seem very long. Jean could go fifteen minutes if he paced himself, but he would mix up the sex act with play and keep a girl occupied for at least an hour. How would a sexually experienced woman tolerate less than ten minutes of real sex? Gangbang girls would go for at least an hour, usually three hours, with only one or two breaks. He pitied the man that had to satisfy such a woman. Of course, more than a few wives and girlfriends were brought to the parties for such just such a reason. Some might only come to one event, just needing to get it out of their system, plenty more would return several times to fulfill a need that can only be satisfied by a platoon of horny men.

Each of the five men here tonight spent several minutes riding her pussy and fucking her mouth. While waiting, the men played with her tits and stroked her and offered their dicks to her outstretched hands. With more guys there, they might fuck her for two or more hours. With only five, each had lots of opportunity to enjoy her charms. Jean managed to fuck her four times and get sucked off three times. The guys liked her mouth most of all and she did seem to like sucking them off. Jean hoped she'd come to one of the main parties. She looked like she could easily handle two dozen guys.

They had all had their fun but it was time to finish her. As they all agreed earlier. they would cum in her mouth. Charles has assured them that should would enjoy that and that she would swallow every load. MisterJim was the first to cum. The rest of the men masturbated to get ready then each positioned himself to cum in the girl's mouth. She did indeed swallow each cum-shot  MisterJim, youngest of the men, managed to cum a second time after first fucking her some more. Charles, he noted, did not cum. He might be saving up for later or he might have been spent from his earlier efforts with the girl.

As each man satisfied himself, he gathered up his clothes and waited for the rest. Charles took the trash bag of empty condoms and wrappers and they all returned to the living room, leaving the girl tied to the bed. They dressed while thanking Charles for inviting them over and complimenting the girl. "Do you think she's ready for a party?" Jean asked. Charles chortled and said it might be hard to stop her. They laughed.

Usually the men would hang around and have a drink and talk after an event, but it was time to go. They all filed out and walked to their respective cars. Jean wondered if the next party invite would feature this mystery girl, whose face he never glimpsed.

Go to Working Holiday Part Nine: A New Day

Working Holiday Part Seven: Bound to Please

(Read Part Six here)
Rhiannon Kelly lay on her back on the bed, but her mind was elsewhere. She had been wracked with orgasms for the past few minutes and was still in that half-conscious state. With her wrists and ankles tied to the corner posts, she wasn't going anywhere. Why would she go anywhere? Here, she didn't have to do anything. Tied up, she didn't feel helpless, she felt free of responsibility. She was all too aware of the movement between her legs, however.

The vibrator was lodged insider her and pressing gently upward. It could almost touch her g-spot. She wished she could increase its intensity. It was barely moving and she knew it could throb when set to full power. Beneath the darkness of her blindfold, her mind drifted back to when he wrapped the tie around her head. She was tickled at the novelty. Other guys had blindfolded her, but only in bed, not walking around the house naked while wearing high heels. She wiggled her toes as if to reassure herself the shoes were still there. She imagined what she must look like right now, wearing those sexy pumps, blindfolded, and tied to the corners of the bed. She could feel an orgasm warming up inside her.

Where was Charles? Someone came to the door? She tried to figure out what time it was but had no idea. It wasn't late, but it wasn't early, either. Did he have a neighbor looking for a cup of sugar or some stupid thing? Did the downstairs neighbor hear them? She was sure she was making a lot of noise. She could hear him talking in the living room. The door must not have been fully closed when he left.

She imagined the visitor asking to use the bathroom and stumbling into the bedroom by mistake. What would he think, seeing her tied up like that? She started to get worried. What the hell was he doing? She tried to see if she could slip her hands free. Although the bonds felt loose, she was unable to free herself. She let out a big sigh and relaxed. That damned vibrator was still working on her.

When she started blowing Charles while wearing the blindfold, she was a bit put off by the fact that she could not see his face. She liked getting feedback from a guy when she was working on him, looking up to see his expression. She enjoyed the visual as much as the tactile, but with the blindfold, she was robbed. After a few moments, though, she started to enjoy it. Without her visual cues, she had to rely on her sense of touch and listen to the sounds he made. She found herself wondering if blind girls gave better blowjobs.

When Charles pushed her over the couch, it felt cool against her stomach and breasts. Without her eyes, her whole world became the leather beneath her, and the man pounding away inside her. While he took his pleasure, her hands reached all over the couch, feeling the cushions and running her fingers along the seams. She could feel every little bump and groove in the leather. When he put her on her knees, she hugged the carpet and ran her hands all over it, too, touching every thread, feeling the patterns in the wool. She came then.

She had no idea what he wanted to do next, but she was happy to play along. When she asked to go to the toilet, she thought he'd remove blindfold. Instead, he lead her along like a little girl, barely able to walk on those heels without visual references. She felt a bit helpless ... and oddly thankful for her tormentor's assistance. She thought it was really funny when he had her suck his cock while she peed. She'd never done that before.

It drove her nuts when Charles tied her hands over her head. A boyfriend had used handcuffs on her a few times and she enjoyed that experience, but being stretched out, so vulnerable. She liked to touch, though, and now she was deprived of touching anything. It was pushing her out of her comfort zone  She was excited, too. That damn vibrator was not helping right now. She either wanted it out so she could think, or in deeper so she could enjoy it.

She realized that Charles had turned up the music in the living-room. She thought she heard the door open and close. He would come back in a moment. Did the door open and close again? Was the visitor making a delivery of some sort? What would he be delivering? Was there another voice? It was so hard to tell with the music ... and the vibrator distracted her yet again.

With her legs tied down, her submission was complete. Charles took her like an animal then. He seemed to get off on her helplessness. She was lost in the moment and just enjoyed his thrusts. Her role in this game, as she saw it, was to be the place where Charles put his cock. She was the receptacle to his needs. He tied her up to take her and take her again and there was nothing she could do. A receptacle for his cum, that's all. The vibrator was so close to her g-spot, so tantalizingly close. If only it was a bit deeper or at full strength. She wiggled her ass on the pillow to try to force it in deeper. She gasped as it nearly fell out, but she used her Kegel muscles to hold onto the bulbous head. It was Charles, she recalled, that told her about those special muscles. They were as effective for holding onto a vibrator as much as gripping a cock.

She arched her back and tried again to push the vibrator deeper into her. The pillow beneath her ass provided a bit of leverage, but it also provided a risk if the vibrator slipped out. Wiggling, she managed to work the thing deeper, but it meant holding her back arched just so. The orgasm was coming. It wasn't close, but it was coming.

It was funny not having to close her eyes beneath the blindfold, but she did so anyway. She thought back about the teaching assistant from her history course two years ago. It was Friday afternoon and there were no classes. He kept office hours that day so he could get real work done, knowing that few people would bother him. His real work was actually his Master's thesis. Rhiannon found him during a respite of writing so he didn't mind the interruption. As he went over her paper, she made it a point of touching his shoulder and arm and pressed against his leg, all the things she knew that would distract a man. She was hardly a GQ model, but she found something about him rather attractive and wanted to find out how far she might get. He responded to her physical cues with his own touches and lingering looks, then he leaned in to her. She leaned right back and then they were making out in his office. Thank god she had the foresight to close the door when she entered. When he reached for her breasts, she knew what would happen next. She squeezed the lump between his legs to let him know she was more than just receptive. Five minutes later, she was bent over his desk, jeans and panties pulled down, and he was drilling her from behind. She came within moments realizing that one of her classmates might walk in on them. Fifteen minutes later, she had scattered all his notes on the floor, but he didn't seem to mind too much. She thanked him politely for his kind help and left. The rest of the semester, when he showed up in class, she would give him that look and he would trip over his words.

She heard the music get louder when the door to the bedroom opened. She was relieved to have Charles back so he could turn up the damn vibrator or lick her pussy or fuck her or something ... anything! He ran the back of his hand along her arm and down her side before going up over her belly and on across her nipples. Her skin sparked with electricity, every touch was super sensitive. She let out a long, soft moan. The bed moved a bit as he re-positioned himself, then his hand continued down one leg and back up another, stopping when it came to her mons and the vibrator lodged inside. His fingers slipped along her lips then moved up to her clit. The orgasm was so nearly upon her, but instead of massaging her there, he pulled his hand away and then returned to the vibrator. He pulled it gently, then pressed it back inside. He turned up the tempo, but just a little bit, then rubbed her g-spot.

"I'm so close," she said. He responded by sliding the vibrator out of her then running it long her inner labia. He put the vibrator down and then two fingers went inside her. They then went to her lips, just as before. Just as before, she sucked them clean. She felt Charles move around on the bed. He got up then leaned in over her head and started running both hands over her body. He moved again to the other side and started running his hands over her once more, pinching nipples when she least expected it. Her body felt like it was on fire.

Suddenly, she froze. Charles had not breathed a word since coming back. This could be a stranger touching her. Something could have happened to Charles and this man found her helpless and pretended to be him. "Charles?" Her voice was strained. She sensed as he moved over her. She could feel his breath on her electric skin.

"Do you need to cum?" he practically whispered to her. Her body, tensed as a coiled spring moments ago, now she felt like a sack of water as the panic fell away at the sound of his voice.

"Yes," she replied, then added "I need to cum." She really needed to cum. She was almost there a few times and just needed a bit more to go over the edge.

"Really? You don't sound like you need to cum."

"Please make me cum. I really need to cum." She knew he was just playing with her, but she wanted relief and needed it now!

"What about my cum?" he asked.

"Yes. Give me your cum. You can cum in my mouth." She longed to taste his cum right now.

"You want me to cum in your mouth? Why do you want my cum?"

"I want to taste it. I want your cum." Charles kept prompting her and she became more adamant. "I want you to fuck me hard. Just keep fucking me. Fuck me!"

"What do we call girls who like to be fucked so much?" he purred.

"Sluts," she answered. She knew what he wanted to hear. "I'm a slut. I'm such a ... a fucking slut. I love fucking and sucking cock ... and sucking cum." He was still touching her everywhere. His hands were so fast. He was really getting her riled up. She gripped the silken bonds holding her to the bed. "I want your cock. I want your cock inside me."

"So, you're a dirty slut, are you? Do you think you can take two cocks at once?" He sucked each nipple in turn.

She nodded her head, "Yes!" He put a finger in her pussy and she rolled her back trying to get him to go deeper. She thought about what it would be like to have a cock in her mouth and another in her pussy, being taken by two men at once.

"Two at once, well, you are a slut. What about three?" She was squirming in her bonds, wanting to get at his cock, to shove it deep inside her. "Or four?"

"Yes!" She imagined herself sucking one cock while gripping one in each hand. She thought about a fourth man fucking her from behind. She wanted to fuck so bad. She wanted to fuck a room full of men. Have them all cum all over her.

She could feel Charles kneel over her head and she opened her mouth to receive him. She had trouble getting his cock in at that angle, but she practically swallowed him she was so aroused. His cock felt really different with her head tilted that way. She actually felt gratitude to be able to suck his dick.

"You're such a good cocksucker," he said. Rhiannon was dimly aware that his voice was not coming from above her, but beside her. She then realized there were more than two hands touching her everywhere. She was sucking a stranger's cock! Some man, some man she had never seen, was feeding her his dick and touching her while her friend watched them. She sucked harder and the orgasm swept through her body.

She could feel Charles get between her spread legs, ready to enter her. Was it actually him? She didn't care. She needed to be filled. She could feel the hands all over her as the man entered her. Two cocks at once. Two cocks inside her at one time. The orgasm flooded up and overwhelmed her senses once more.

She tried, in vain, to count the number of hands touching her. It felt like a hundred men were grabbing her, running their hands along her arms and legs and tits and stomach and neck and hands. Something was pressed into one of her hands. A cock. She grabbed it and squeezed it. Her other hand instinctively reached out, hoping to catch another erect penis.

"Fuck," she heard a strange voice exclaim.

The guy at her head moved away and another voice said "Pull her up a bit." The cock in her pussy kept fucking her and she didn't give a damn about anything they were saying. She felt hands beneath her shoulders and she was lifted up. A folded pillow was placed beneath her so her head could arch backward. Someone knelt over her head and fed her his cock. From this angle, she had no trouble and sucked it hungrily.

The cock in her hand had moved away at some point and the man between her legs left to make room for another. They were taking turns fucking her. She came again.

Every time a cock was pulled from her mouth, she would moan and talk dirty. "More! Keep fucking me! Fill me up!" When one came to her lips, she would open wide to receive the stranger's penis. A couple of times the men offered their testicles to her open mouth and she licked and sucked these, too.

Her legs were untied at some point because one of the men pulled them up and held them against his chest. Charles had a hairy chest but this man's skin was smooth. She wondered if Charles was just sitting back watching this stranger fuck her. Occasionally, a cock would find its way into her hand and she would do her best to jack it off. She tried to identify the men by the shapes of their cocks, but when she thought she could identify one, she started second guessing herself and lost count again. Three men? At least three men, she knew that for sure. Four men? Five men? How many men was she fucking? No, how many men were fucking her?

She pictured herself spreadeagled on that bed, men waiting in line to fuck her. She was nothing more to them than a place for them to put their cocks. They just wanted to get their rocks off and she was there solely for that purpose. Her role was the mouth and cunt and nothing more. She was just about to cum when the two cocks left her, almost simultaneously. Two more cocks, though, quickly filled her vacant holes.

The stranger in her mouth was starting to moan. He had put his hand under her neck and was steadily thrusting in and out, fucking her face. He was about to cum, she was sure. She hoped he would not do so at the back of her throat and choke her, but she was so damn hungry. She wanted to taste his cum. She wanted to eat his cum. "Oh, yeah," he moaned and pulled out to leave just the head of his cock in her mouth.

The first squirt of semen sprayed against her tongue and nearly escaped her lips. She gulped it down quickly as the next squirt issued forth, not nearly as strong, fortunately. The man pumped a couple more into her mouth and let out a huge sigh. She could hear the other men egging him on. "Oh, fuck!" he said. She swallowed the rest of his sperm and continued sucking the cock head. He responded by pushing it in a bit deeper and moaning once more. She could feel him getting soft in her mouth. Rhiannon liked making a soft cock go hard in her mouth and she liked it when a hard cock got soft, too. She just liked having a cock in her mouth. The man pulled out before he became completely flaccid and another man took his place. She wanted his cum, too. She wanted all their cum.

In her fantasies, she imagined herself kneeling and letting each man cum in her mouth one after another. She would hold each load, without swallowing, until all the men came. She would keep the sperm in her mouth and open wide so they could all see their donations to her personal sperm bank. She'd swirl it around for them and gargle and swallow. She would imagine herself begging for more cum and each man would shoot into her mouth a second time and she would treat them to a second show.

In reality, the men fucked her face and unloaded directly between her lips. She knew some guys got off by spraying their splooge all over a girl, but these men came directly into her mouth. She swallowed each load with abandon, not thinking about any sort of performance. She heard the men talking and laughing but she had no idea what they were saying. Her whole world consisted of a cock in her pussy and a cock in her mouth and the warm cum being injected into her. She thought about all the sperm swimming around in her belly, searching desperately for her egg.

She imagined what it would be like for all those men to cum in her pussy. "Cream pie," she thought. She liked videos where the guy came inside the girl and the camera zoomed in to watch it ooze out. She liked to fantasize about licking that girl's pussy and sucking up the sperm. She imagined all the men cumming in her pussy instead of her mouth. She would be overflowing! She imagined getting pregnant tonight, each man fertilizing one egg; her belly swelling up with quintuplets. Five babies, each from a different father and four of them total strangers. Another orgasm exploded inside her.

After the fifth load, she managed to keep count in spite of her fugues, she heard the men moving around. A few hands were still stroking her, but they were leaving. "She'll be alright," she heard Charles say. They were leaving her. They were leaving her tied up. They were leaving her fucked and tied up. They spoke in hushed tones in the other room, the occasional soft laugh would drift to her ears. She heard men saying goodbye and the door closed.

It was Charles who came back into the room, she was sure of it. She heard him turn on the vibrator and rub it against her pussy. Five men had just thoroughly fucked that pussy. She had been gang banged. She'd never been with two men and just moments ago she had been thoroughly taken by five. Five men fucked her at once. Gang bang. The very sound of that phrase excited her. She was an official gang bang slut. The vibrator and her imagination pushed her over the top and she came again. She lost how many times she cum already, but she knew she had set a personal record.

Charles removed the silken restraints from one of her wrists. As he went to untie the other, she pushed the blindfold up over her face. She looked at him imploringly. "Please fuck me," she gasped. She reached for his cock. It was hard. She pulled him toward her throbbing pussy and he complied. She wrapped her legs and arms tightly around him and just held him. "Thank you," she whispered. Then the tears poured out.

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Working Holiday Part Six: A Memorable Evening

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Working Holiday Part Five: Supper

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Working Holiday Part Four: Busy Afternoon

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Charles Jelinek sat at his desk and looked at the e-mail messages on his computer. He had plenty of responses to his message from last night. He would now have to go through them all and reply. He also knew that each reply would lead to another message. He had plenty time, though, and it was not exactly work. Plus, he was feeling very relaxed after a morning of indulgence.

He thought about the naked girl lying in the other room, fast asleep. He was pleased that she accepted his offer to visit. He knew she needed to get away from home for a while. Every time they corresponded, she seemed more and more frustrated with her job and with the men in her life—or lack thereof. Small towns are both blessed and cursed.

He met her in an on-line forum years ago. Never expecting to meet, he corresponded with her occasionally and she shared her thoughts. He sat by as she dealt with a string of loser boyfriends and struggled to figure out what she wanted to do with herself. Even when she moved to his city to attend college, he didn't really expect to get together with her as they moved in different circles. He maintained contact because he appreciated that she was one of the few women he knew who was open about her sexuality. Sometimes, they exchanged stories of their experiences. Charles had to admit that those exchanges were particularly steamy. They did eventually get together, but it was brief fling. She found a steady boyfriend soon after and he saw her only a few times. She had gone through a few more relationships before returning to her small town home. Charles figured he'd seen the last of her.

In matters of sex, she was remarkably experienced, but also eager to try new things. Charles was one of the few men with whom she could trust with her darkest fantasies. They were the stuff of epic porn. He encouraged her to explore her sexuality, but she really didn't need encouragement as much as an audience. She tried her hand at writing erotic stories, loosely based on her own experiences or deep desires, but she eventually lost interest as studies and relationships took priority. Since moving home, however, she had become bored.

A few weeks earlier, Charles had suggested that she come into the city for a weekend visit. He knew she would appreciate the break. Unfortunately, the long train ride made a short visit an exercise in frustration. She couldn't afford to take a week off work for a longer visit. He mulled over various ideas for her to work while in town, including her old bar job and working as a model. She had posed for him a few times and was getting better at it as her confidence grew.

Charles quickly read through the messages on his computer then began his replies. He mentally kicked himself for not anticipating some of the questions, but he put together his initial message with a bit of haste. When Rhiannon Kelly agreed to visit, he was half convinced she'd back out at the last minute. It wasn't until she sent him a message from the train station last night that he quickly contacted his friends and acquaintances. Now he was answering obvious questions.

It took an hour to get through all the messages. He was pleased to see some responded to his replies right away. He made notes and replied to each in turn. He suddenly realized he was hungry. He'd not eaten since before Rhiannon arrived. She would probably be hungry soon, too. He ate one of the bagels while considering what to make for supper. Something light, for sure. An early supper and maybe something to snack on later. He tried to recall what she liked to eat.

He checked the e-mails again, replying and making notes. He glanced at the clock. She had been asleep for a couple of hours by now. Recalling the events of that morning, he stirred. He quietly walked into the bedroom and watched her sleeping form, half beneath the sheet. She lay mostly on her stomach, her head on one pillow, while leaning against the other. Part of her shoulder, one leg, and half her ass were uncovered. She was so pale, almost the same color as the beige sheets. Aroused at her half nakedness, he dropped his robe on the floor and crawled up beside her on the bed.

She stirred a bit as he moved on the mattress, but she did not wake. He ran his hand along her side and she lazily stretched out on her stomach. "Mmmm," she said, still mostly asleep. He kissed the small of her back then pressed his cheek against her ass. He thought about how he once used a girl's ass as a pillow. When they work from their nap, she had a distinct ear print on her ass cheek. Charles kissed both cheeks as he maneuvered his body between her legs.

Her legs were spread just enough to give him access. He wedged his face between her cheeks and applied a long wet stroke to her little pink asshole. Her legs parted more and she rolled her ass up to accommodate him. "Mmmmm," she murmured again. He knew how much she enjoyed this. He continued his long strokes on her sphincter, licking down across her pussy lips sometimes.

With a few rare exceptions, every girl to whom he introduced analingus literally melted in his mouth. His first experience with rimming was on the receiving end. One of his first girlfriends possessed far more enthusiasm than skill and she was always experimenting. This lead to some painful results, like when she bit down on his dick or tugged his balls, but when she first lashed her tongue across his asshole, he forgave her for all her injurious deeds. When he returned the favor, she swore that she would finally let him fuck her in the ass.

Rhiannon's ass had been fucked plenty of times. In fact, she was entertaining boyfriends there long before she lost her virginity. Between that and her skillful blow-jobs, she was one of the most popular girls in high school. When he first gave her a licking, she admitted that she had been rimmed before. He was disappointed not to have initiated her, but she did compliment him by saying he was the best. She was certainly enjoying his technique now.

The girl had spread her legs wider and was now fully on her stomach. She bent her knees slightly to open her self up more to his explorations. This enabled him to get a thumb on her clitoris. Now every breath she took was a cross between a moan and a sigh. He stuck his tongue ridged and probed deep into her ass. Her sphincter muscle relaxed to let him in and he proceeded to tongue fuck her. This, he knew, no other guy had done to her before.

Tongues don't have the same endurance as erect cocks and Charles had an erect cock that needed attention. He left Rhiannon's ass and slid up above her. She obediently presented herself and he glided into her sopping pussy in a single stroke. She let out a deep moan of appreciation.

This was one of his favorite positions. Laying on top of her this way made him feel powerful, she was all but helpless. He could spread her legs apart with his feet or push them together so his balls rested on her thighs. He was also able to control her hands, stretching them over her head or pinning them at her side. He could reach beneath and play with her pussy or breasts. Most of all, he liked that he could rock his hips while resting his weight on his elbows. This position gave him the greatest endurance.

He fucked her hard for a few minutes then leaned in close. "How would you like that cock in your ass?" She nodded. "What's that?" He asked again.

"Yes ... I want your cock in my ass."

"What?"

"I want you to fuck my ass," she replied, raising her voice a bit more.

"How do you want me to fuck your ass?" He was moving in and out of her very slowly.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass hard. I want your cock inside my ass."

He leaned up and withdrew from her pussy. His erection was plenty wet from her juices, but he applied a good bit of saliva on the tip. He then applied some more to his fingers and rubbed them around her asshole. He could feel her muscles loosening up again as he probed first with one finger than another. She was ready.

He added some more saliva to the tip of his penis and wished he had thought to have some lube handy. He put the head against her sphincter and pushed gently. She opened for him and slowly swallowed his cock. He loved watching it go in as much as he enjoyed the sensation of penetrating her there. It didn't take long before he was all the way in. He eased out and eased back in. How different a girl's ass felt from her pussy. He tried to describe it a girl once, but was unable to do so. The best he could say was that it was a different type of pressure.

He pushed all the way in and most of the way out. Her eyes were screwed shut but her mouth was open in pleasure. As she got used to him, he picked up the pace, not quite as fast as he had fucked her pussy, but he planned to work up to that. She squirmed underneath him. "God, I needed a good ass fuck," she moaned. He closed his eyes and fucked her all the harder.

"I'm gunna cum," she cried. "Ohhhhh!" She shook beneath him but he did not let up. Her role today was to receive his cock in whatever orifice he wanted and right now he wanted that tight little asshole. Rhiannon cried out again. Did she have another orgasm? Charles reached beneath her pelvis and wrapped his hand over her pussy. He half expected her to be fingering herself, but her orgasm was pure anal. Amazing.

Holding her soaking wet pussy heightened the sensation for him. When fucking a girl really hard, it's nearly impossible to distinguish between her pussy and her ass. Thrusting into her while holding her vacant pussy confirmed that it was her asshole he was violating. It was more pleasurable for her, too, because he could rub her clit at the same time. He slipped his middle finger into her pussy and could feel his cock right next door. When he pulled most of the way out, he could feel the head push back in. He had a hard time holding back when he met Rhiannon at the door. He wanted to fuck her all day but he couldn't resist cumming in her later that morning. He found himself in the same position now. Feeling his cock pounding in and out of her ass, listening to her moan, feeling her squirm beneath him ... it was perfect. He moaned loudly and erupted inside her, his balls delivering the second load that day.

"Oh my god," he said when he stopped twitching. "Fuck. That was so fucking good." She murmured in agreement then clenched her ass. "Oh, fuck!" he responded. That felt good. "Do that again." She squeezed. In reply he pumped up his cock.

"Oh, I can feel that," she said. They alternated between squeezing and pumping but his erection eventually subsided. He would have gladly spent the rest of the afternoon lodged inside her and he doubted she would have complained. He rolled off her and lay on his back. She snuggled in and put her head on his shoulder, enjoying the afterglow.

They lay there for several minutes, not talking, just being in the moment. He had things to do, though. "I have to take care of some stuff," he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "You can relax for a while." He gave her a gentle slap on the ass and got up to put on his robe. She stretched out on the comfortable bed and pulled the sheet around her. She certainly didn't look in any hurry to leave.

Charles put on his robe and returned to his office. There was a fresh list of e-mail messages. Not as many as this morning, but these were the serious inquiries, or at least the ones who were home to receive the messages. He got his phone ready and opened the first e-mail.

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Working Holiday Part Three: Relaxing Morning

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Rhiannon Kelly sat at the kitchen table and savored the bagel. Montreal bagels were delicious to begin with, but this morning she was treated to a new experience: a selection of the strangest jellies she had ever seen. Onion jelly? Garlic jelly? Horseradish jelly? As unappetizing as they appeared, they were remarkably tasty. Charles sat across from her and drank his coffee while they talked about her train trip and about her job back home. She didn't much like working at that bar. She had some friends there, but, for the most part, it was boring. She really welcomed his invitation to get away for a week and spend some time back in Montreal. Summers were great in the city. Of course summers were even better in the country, but mostly because winter was so damn miserable.

She finished her meal and took her dishes to the sink. There were only a few dirty items there so she quickly washed up everything and put them on the rack to dry. "Let's get you unpacked," Charles said, "I want to see what you've brought." He knew of a few of the things she had already, as he had seen them during the last photo shoot and asked that she bring them back. He was particularly fond of the bustiers. She looked good and felt good when she wore those.

She carried the bag into the bedroom and put it on the low dresser to open it. She pulled out each item, he nodded in approval and she set them aside. The black pumps were new. She had only worn them once before. "Yeah, I want to see you in all of these," he said, gesturing to the small pile, "but let's see how you look in the heels." She pulled off her socks and slipped on the shoes. She liked them because they were not uncomfortable and they looked terrific. She loved to wear heels because they made her legs look so shapely. She didn't have much opportunity to wear them, though.

"Nice." He stood back to get a better look. He glanced back at the pile of clothing and shook his head, "I don't want to see you in anything else, though." She gave him a puzzled look. "I don't want to see you in anything else," he repeated slowly, one brow raised. She grinned and undid the clasp of her skirt. As it fell to the floor, she undid her bra and pulled off the rest of her clothes in a well-practiced motion. He gestured for her to do a turn and a little walk across the small room. 

Rhiannon felt the butterflies warming up in her stomach. She felt a felt a flush of embarrassment as Charles watched her walk back. She liked the attention, but she was also self conscious about her physical flaws. It doesn't matter how many people tell you that it doesn't matter, you always end up thinking about the stupidest little things. She thought of hot she looked in heels and the butterflies went away. With renewed confidence, she turned on her heel and sashayed back to stand beside him.

"Nice," he said again. "I like this height on you," he added as he pulled her to him. He still stood well above her, despite the nearly four inches of additional height the heels afforded. He leaned in and kissed her neck where it met the jaw. Her naked body was pressed against his clothing, skin tingling at the tactile contrast. She closed her eyes and rocked her head to the side, giving him more access to her neck. His hands reached around her back and down to cup her ass. He proceeded to squeeze it as he began nibbling her ear. She turned her head to capture his mouth in hers. 

Charles backed her to the bed and lay her down, breaking their kiss for only a moment. He stretched out beside her and ran one hand over the front of her body. He brushed cross her nipples and they hardened. His fingers danced across her belly and slipped between her legs. Unconsciously, she spread her legs a bit wider. His hand continued past and stroked the inside of her thighs before racing back up her body.

He left her mouth, returning briefly to her neck and continuing down between her breasts. He sucked each nipple then rolled them between his teeth. She felt electrified. His hand, meanwhile, continued the exploration of her body. He kept working his way down, stopping briefly to probe her bellybutton with his tongue. He pulled her up further on the bed and made himself comfortable between her legs.

He kissed and licked and nibbled her inner thighs, carefully ignoring her mons. Rhiannon kept waiting, expecting that at any moment he would devour her, but all he would do is brush his short beard and lips lightly over her skin. Just when she was about to grab his head and grind her pussy against his face, he slid his tongue into her opening and licked upward to flick her clitoris. She let out her breath and relaxed as he continued to lap away. The tip of his tongue danced around her clit, occasionally sucking it between his lips, before dipping again into her opening. His hands, meanwhile, were sliding across her belly and playing with her breasts. His tongue made flicking motions over her clitoris and she could feel the orgasm coming on. It was not the intense wave she experienced earlier, but it was a satisfying release. 

As Charles climbed up beside her, Rhiannon pulled his mouth to her own. She liked tasting her own juices on his lips, smelling her aroma on his beard. She kissed and licked while he unbuttoned his shirt. He had to pull away to remove the rest of his clothes. Naked, he wasted no time positioning himself once again between her legs. She lifted her knees in anticipation. He put the head against her opening and pushed gently. She was not going to tolerate another tease like she experienced earlier; she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him inside her. "Oh, you bad girl," he chided. 

"Fuck me," she replied. 

Charles held himself above her and proceeded to pump in and out, his hips doing all the work. He varied the pace, starting slow and building up then slowing down to catch his breath. She lay back with half closed eyes, sometimes watching him, sometimes staring into the great void of pleasure. He put her legs against his chest and leaned forward until she was folded in half. His balls were now bouncing against her anus, spanking her oh so gently. He was deep inside her now. She loved the feeling but didn't like her legs like that for too long. She would tolerate it as long as she could. She admired the black pumps still on her feet. They made her look so damn sexy. She didn't wear shoes enough when fucking. She took a breath when the next orgasm came, letting it out in a moan. She had quite forgotten about her legs.

He leaned up, releasing her legs to wrap them around his waist, then brought his own legs forward. He held her arms, leaned back and pulled her up to straddle him. He was tired and it was her turn to go to work. She rocked up and down just to get a feel for the bed. It was a bit too soft, she preferred a firmer mattress for this sort of thing. She pulled her knees up higher and took longer strokes, then leaned forward, planting her hands on his shoulders. He, in turn, ran his hands over her sides then up to pinch her nipples. She was getting into the rhythm now, rocking her hips and lifting herself with her knees. She hadn't done this in a while. Previous lovers were happy to do all the work for her, but Charles wanted hands free to play with her. She really liked it when he reached down and grabbed the high heels like handles. 

She was tiring out, slowing down, a thin sheen of perspiration on her front and back. He pulled her head down to his to kiss her, then started rocking his hips upward to meet her strokes. She tingled as he drew his short nails across her back. He was doing all the work now, thrusting into her. He had one hand on the back of her neck, the other pressing down on her spine at the top of her ass. She squeezed her pussy, gripping his cock as tightly as she could.

He started to moan and she knew he would soon cum. She thought about the gooey white jets of semen squirting into her body. For casual sex, she would always use a condom and often have the guy cum on her face or across her body. She loved being sprayed like that, but she loved it more when a guy left an offering inside her. "Fill me up," she breathed into his ear.

It didn't take long. Charles gave a few powerful thrusts and erupted inside her. She felt his cock twitching, releasing its load, and smiled approvingly. Making a guy cum was every bit as pleasurable as her own orgasms; it gave her great satisfaction. He threw his arms and head back and let out a huge sigh. After a moment, he looked up at her and said "What have you done to me?" She grinned back at him, wiggling her hips to feel the turgid penis still inside her.

Most guys would get up to go to the bathroom or just fall asleep. Charles, however, admitted enjoying getting soft inside a girl. He rolled her onto her back, staying inside the whole while. Although he thrust slowly, his erection soon subsided and his penis plopped out, followed by a dribble of juice. Charles moved beside her and kissed her. His hand reached between her legs to rub her clit and lips. She knew what would happen next.

His middle finger dipped into her honey pot. She could sense how wet she was. As his hand come up, she lifted her head and opened her mouth to receive his finger. She sucked the cum mixture. His fingers dipped in again and fed her once more. "That is so fucking hot," he breathed into her ear. She licked his fingers three more times before he pulled her face to his and kissed her deeply. He rolled onto his back with a sigh. She lay there, satisfied, thinking about the life swimming around inside her.

The lack of sleep was starting to get to her, in spite of the coffee. She wanted to clean up first, though.She kicked off her shoes and got up from the bed. Holding her hand between her legs to keep from spilling everywhere, she walked to the toilet. She adjusted the shower and got in, careful not to wet her hair.

Until yesterday, she had not shaved her pubic hair for a week. At Charles's insistence she shaved, leaving a strip of short hair up the middle. She had tried this style before, it was a bit of trouble to maintain, but she had to admit that it looked sexy. She decided to give herself a touch-up. Her razor was still in the bedroom. The razor on the shelf looked new so she tested it on her soapy legs. It would do.

Clean and shaved, Rhiannon grabbed the big bath towel and dried off. She spotted the body lotion on the shelf and applied it liberally. Charles frequented many hotels in his travels and always returned with a collection of interesting lotions, shampoos and soaps. Feeling fresh, she returned to the bedroom. He had just finished gathering his clothes and was on his way to the toilet. He smacked her ass as she walked by. 

"Is it OK if I have a little nap?" she asked. He had no plans for the afternoon and told her to sleep. She lay down on the bed and pulled the rumpled sheet over her. She was excited to be back in the city and her mind raced with thoughts and ideas. Fatigue beat her down, though, and she fell into slumber.

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