Working Holiday Part Seven: Bound to Please

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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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Working Holiday Part Two: The Welcoming

(Read Part One here)

Rhiannon Kelly pushed open the door and stepped inside the entrance. Walking into someone's home always presented interesting smells and this place was no different. She could detect pleasant cooking smells combined with too many other scents to recognize. With her travel bag over her shoulder, she climbed the flight of stairs to the second-floor apartment. The butterflies in her stomach were doing Olympian acrobatics.

She reached the top and opened the second door. The apartment looked about the same since her last visit. What was it, a year ago? Charles did a photo shoot with her back then. She didn't have time to glance around now. He stood a few feet away, looking at her intently. She was sure he looked no different than last time. Hair cut a bit shorter maybe? He stood about six feet tall at around two-hundred and twenty pounds. He was overweight but had a solid build. She was much younger than Charles, something that made her very self-conscious last time, worried that he's think of her as a kid. He certainly didn't treat her that way.

Glancing away from him for just a moment, she loosened the bag from her shoulder and let it slide to the floor. She was expecting a hug, but he made no move to approach her and his gaze remained unwavering. She felt a bit weird and smiled shyly to mask her discomfort. His only response was to drop a small cushion at his feet. She hadn't noticed he was holding it until just then. He gestured at the cushion, open palm. Rhiannon suddenly knew what to do.

She knelt down on the cushion before Charles and looked up at him, looking for a sign of approval. He just looked down, his hands by his side. She started unbuckling the clasp of his belt and loosened his slacks. The zipper came down quickly and his pants slid halfway down his thighs. She had brushed her hand over the firmness beneath and her excitement mounted. She pressed her face briefly against his silk boxers and inhaled. She knew he had just come from the shower. His cologne smelled strongly of roots and earth. She realized that she had forgotten to put on perfume.

Her fingers slipped beneath the waistband and pulled down the man's shorts. She rubbed her face over the semi-ridged penis before clasping it with her two hands and looking at it. She gently kissed the head and looked up at Charles. He had a slight smile. She closed her eyes, opened her mouth and sucked him inside.

The penis was still quite soft. Some of her girlfriends complained about guys who were not instantly rock hard for them, like it was some kind of insult, but she actually liked taking a man this way. She liked feeling the soft, pliant flesh between her lips and teeth and on her tongue. It fit inside her mouth so comfortably. As she sucked, she could feel the blood flowing into the penis. She arrived great satisfaction knowing that it was her mouth that transformed that flaccid gland into a hard cock. She pressed her face hard against his pelvis, taking the whole of his manhood into her mouth. She couldn't really deep-throat very well, but before he became fully erect, she could engulf him entirely.

With her lips wrapped around his hardening shaft, she began her slow and deliberate head bob, sucking hard on each back-stroke. She put one hand on his hip for stability while the other cupped his balls. Most guys loved having their balls fondled and Charles was no exception. She heard him murmur in approval. He had obviously shaved his balls as they were smooth and fresh. Too many guys never bothered to even trim their pubic hair! After a few minutes, the cock was solid in her mouth and she took care not to let her teeth rub against the sensitive skin. She now used one hand to stroke the base as she continued sucking on the head. She would look up occasionally and see as his smile changed to a look of pleasure.

She loved sucking cock. “Sucking cock.” She even loved the sound of that. Rhiannon thrilled at the effect it had on men and she was motivated to learn how to do it right. She had considerable practice in high school, sucking off her boyfriend and, occasionally, some of his friends—and occasionally without her boyfriend even knowing about that. It wasn't until she was in college and had opportunities to be with older guys that she could appreciate the importance of technique. Young guys would cum just from being inside a girl's mouth. Men, however, demanded a degree of skill and she learned and practiced. She wished she could put “sucking cock” on her resume; she was that good. She would sometimes fantasize about getting a job as a intern because of her blow-job skills, and then sucking her way up the ranks past jealous coworkers. She imagined herself wearing a conservative businesswoman's suit, her hair in a tight bun, walking into the vice president's office to make her daily briefing. She would explain how they measured the effectiveness of the new marketing campaign and he would ask pointed questions then nod in understanding as she explained. Then, with business concluded, Rhiannon would kneel between his legs and spend twenty minutes enjoying the sensation of his cock in her mouth.

Her hand left his balls and made it way between her legs. She was thoroughly aroused and wanted to play with her clit. Charles noticed this and reached down to grab her arm. “No,” he said. It was the first word he had spoken since she arrived. She continued to stroke and fondle, mixing up her routine by sliding her tongue up and down his shaft, then delicately licking then sucking his testicles. Charles put his hands on either side of her head, holding her firmly. He began rocking his hips, thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth. He went slowly at first, then gradually faster. He was fucking her face.

Abruptly, he stopped and pulled her upright. She was expecting him to kiss her, but instead, he turned her around and pushed her until she bent over. She grabbed the railing along the steps leading to the upper level of the apartment as Charles flipped up her skirt. Her ass was bare to him and she knew his cock would soon be deep inside her. She spread her legs to better accommodate him.

Charles rubbed the tip of his saliva-slick cock along her labia. She could tell she was dripping wet. She wondered if she would cum the moment he entered her. She was expecting a single powerful thrust, but he only pushed the head between her nether lips, gently moving in and sliding out. She wanted to back up hard against him, but he had a good grip on her hips and was unable to do so. He worked it in, deeper and deeper, agonizing inch by agonizing inch.

His cock was an average size. She had been with smaller men and larger men and had to admit she liked a big cock, but a guy's technique was more important than anything else. Guys with big dicks figure that that's all they need. Idiots. As he was sliding in and out, she felt that Charles was really filling her up. She could feel all this pressure inside as his cock pressed into her. “Mmmm,” he said, “you brought me a gift.” One hand reached beneath and held her stomach just above her pelvis. Suddenly, she knew why he felt so much bigger, she had completely forgotten about the Ben Wa balls she had put inside herself earlier! She could feel them moving, feel their ringing through her flesh as they banged against each other as his cock thrust against them. She reached one hand down and pressed against the same spot Charles was holding. She could feel something moving inside with each forward thrust of his body. She could feel them and him!

The walk across the train station hall with no panties, playing with herself on the cab ride, dropping on her knees sucking his dick without a word, and now the realization that she was stuffed with cock and metal balls pushed her over the edge. She gasped. The orgasm washed over her like a tidal bore and she lost all external sensation. Her world consisted of his hands on her hips and his cock thrusting in and out of her pussy. “Oh!” she cried, letting go the breath she had taken an eternity before. Had she not been leaning on the railing, she would likely have collapsed. Charles kept pumping into her, heedless of her condition. “Oh!” she cried again, “Oh, g-god!”

Charles started to slow down, leaving his cock inside her for longer moments before easing back out. He stopped completely and pulled her upright, holding her back against his chest. She still hadn't fully gathered her wits and was nearly oblivious of her surroundings. His hands slipped along her ribs, under the white tank top, past the camisole and beneath her bra. His hands first cupped her small breasts then tweaked her nipples. He kissed the side of her neck, making his way to her earlobe. “Welcome back to Montreal, Rhiannon” he whispered in her ear. She pressed back against his body, feeling that turgid cock inside her. She certainly felt welcomed.

Charles bent his knees and his cock slipped out of her. She immediately missed the fullness and tried to lean forward to invite him back inside. He continued to hold her so she was not free to move. “Take them out,” he murmured in her ear. It took her a moment to process what he said. She reached between her legs; there was wetness everywhere. Had he cum? He usually let her know, in no uncertain terms, when he achieved orgasm with her. She used her fingers to open her labia and feel inside. So wet. She could feel a chrome ball; it had slid down when Charles vacated her womb. Putting her fingers on either side, she rubbed the opening and relaxed her muscles. The ball oozed from her body and dropped into her hand. She held it up to look at, glistening with her juices. “Clean it up,” he whispered. As Charles sucked her earlobe, she drew the ball into her mouth to suck it clean. Her hand returned to retrieve the other ball. She had to spread her legs a bit this time, but the ball came out. Charles held his hand near her mouth and she released the ball. She sucked the other clean and he collected that one as well.

His cock was still hard between her legs. She could just feel it pressed against her, teasing her. She wanted it inside her again. “Did you like that?” he asked softly. She nodded slowly and put one hand on his head to better feel his presence. “Good,” he breathed. He let go of her nipples and smoothed down the front of her top. He turned her around and kissed her full on the lips. The short hairs of his goatee tickled her skin. She was undecided whether she liked that sensation or not. For now, though, she was enjoying his tongue as it explored her mouth.

He pulled back and held her at arms length, seeming to look at her for the first time. He smiled and said “It's good to see you again. Thanks for coming.” She almost laughed at the double-entente. She relaxed and gave him a big smile. “Coffee is ready. I can make you something to eat. I bet you're hungry.” Charles pulled up his pants then, taking her by the hand, led her into the kitchen. She really was hungry.

Go to Working Holiday Part Three: Relaxing Morning

Working Holiday Part One: Arriving in the City

Rhiannon Kelly stood at the top of the escalator and looked around the interior of Montreal Central Station. In the past she would have walked to the metro entrance to take the subway, but today she was taking a taxi and wasn't sure which direction she should go. The few other travelers arriving with her that morning didn't provide much in the way of clues as they were all heading in different directions.

She had tried to sleep on the long, overnight train journey to the city, but nervous energy kept waking her. The anticipation was driving her to distraction. The e-mail message had come only a few days ago and she scrambled to find a replacement for her shifts at the bar before buying the train ticket. She spent considerable time trying to figure out what to pack in her small bag. The instructions were not very clear, but she did her best to bring her “least appropriate” attire. She had her favorite thongs, her favorite matching bra and panties, two bustiers, her garter belt and black stockings, a pair of black pumps, a dark gray skirt with a white blouse, her “little black dress” with the sparkly clasp in the front, a short plaid schoolgirl skirt with coordinating sweater, a bikini, and a short, sexy dress with a neckline that plunged down much too far. She had worn that last outfit when she was out clubbing with the girls. Every spin on the dance floor revealed to the careful observer that she wore no bra. More guys hit on her that night than ever before. She adored the attention, but Rhiannon played the good and faithful girlfriend that night. Now she was single.

She spotted the taxi sign and started for the doors on the other side of the great hall. Half way there, she paused a moment, remembering something, then turned toward the toilets. The stalls were remarkably clean. She hung her jacket on the hook and balanced her bag on her raised knee to dig around inside. She pulled her jeans off over her shoes and stuffed them into the bag. She then put on the plaid skirt. She liked the way it fit and liked the way it looked. She could make it really short by hiking it up a bit or push it down to be more conservative. She was not feeling particularly conservative that morning. She paused for a moment before sliding her panties down and putting them into her bag. The wool was itchy against her bare ass, but it only served to excite her.

She reached down into the bag again and pulled out the small box. The two chrome balls inside were cold to the touch. She warmed them in her hands, shaking them to hear the bells gently ringing inside. She put one to her mouth; it was still a little bit cool. Parting her lips, she sucked it inside. It fit easily, but she did not like the feel of the metal against her teeth. She tried to get the second one in, but it would not fit. She swapped the two spheres. The first, dripping with her saliva, she pressed against her other lips. She was surprised at how wet she was. She slid the ball between her labia, getting it wetter, then rubbed it gently against her clitoris. Rhiannon was worried that she might drop the Ben Wa ball, so she pressed it up into her body. She had always prided herself on being tight, but the metal sphere eased its way into her pussy with almost no resistance. She was terribly turned on by what she was doing. The other ball came out of her mouth and followed its mate. She now had both balls inside her.

She had masturbated in toilet stalls before, but this was different. Leaning against the door, she held the balls inside with one finger while she worked her clit with another. Although she was alone in the bathroom, she bit her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud. When she came, she let out the breath she had been holding and her knees nearly buckled. She thought about putting her panties back on, but the instructions about this were quite specific, she was to wear nothing beneath the short skirt.

She put on her jacket, hefted her bag onto her shoulder and started out the door. She was uncomfortably aware of the two balls jangling around inside her. She clenched her ass in an attempt to keep them inside. This made her walk with a rather stiff gait. She pictured herself halfway across the sunny station hall and the two balls falling from between her legs and rolling across the tile floor. Everyone would see. They'd see she had those things up inside her and they would all know. They would point at her and laugh! She imagined the humiliation and squeezed her legs together while concentrating on putting one foot in front of the other.

So intent was she on getting to the exit that she almost failed to see the couple crossing her path. They were so engaged in conversation that they did not notice the college girl staring fixedly ahead, making her way stiff-legged to the doors. Rhiannon stopped just short of bumping into them and gasped as the balls seemed to slip down inside her. She squeezed her ass as she fought to keep her balance. She had only a few more paces to the door and then to the safety of the taxi.

It wasn't until the automated doors opened that she realized that her brow was damp with perspiration. The cab was only a few more paces away. She gingerly climbed into the first car, holding her bag with one hand and putting the other secretively between her legs.

She fished the note out of her jacket pocket and handed the address to the driver. He pulled away and tried to make polite conversation. She politely responded, but pointedly did not engage him, staring out the window at the city where she once made her home.

Once she was sure the driver would not interrupt her, she put the bag on her left knee and causally felt around inside. This was merely a ruse. Her other hand hiked up her short skirt and fingers explored the cleft between her legs. She was sopping. It was a wonder the Ben Wa balls did not drop from her on that excruciating walk across the hall.

When a fingertip slipped over her clitoris, she nearly orgasmed. The written instructions were pretty clear about this, too. She was to play with herself on the taxi ride, but was forbidden to cum. Rhiannon didn't know how she could do it. She feared another touch would send her into orbit. She slid a finger inside and touched the warm metal ball there. She could feel it move as she rocked in her seat; feel the bells move inside. She used two fingers to gently massage her inner labia. That was the safest action. She slouched down in the seat, legs apart, and rubbed her soft pussy lips, careful to stay away from her aching clit. Her mind drifted into a white fog of self-indulgent pleasure.

She thought about the message she had received from her friend, an older man she had known for some years. They had been lovers briefly, but she was looking for a serious relationship. She had not seen him for nearly a year as he was constantly traveling for work, but they did correspond occasionally. When he offered her an opportunity to return to Montreal for a week and to make enough money that she wouldn't regret the time off work, Rhiannon was first intrigued, then excited at the possibility.

She had a love-hate relationship with the city. She had gone to college here and it was a source of both good times and bad. She agreed to the trip if for nothing but an opportunity to escape the boredom of the small town where she had spent most of her life. She thought of this trip as a sort of working vacation. She thought of old boyfriends and the girls she had known. She knew she would see none of them this time. Maybe next time. “Next time?” she thought to herself.

The cab driver turned off the thoroughfare. She floated up from her revery, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. She was very near her old college; she recognized the buildings. As the cab made its way through the residential area, she knew she would soon be at her destination. She would have to stop playing with herself. She checked the fabric beneath her ass. It was thoroughly soaked with her juices. She was thankful that the fabric was dark and would not show. She sucked her fingers clean before going into her bag for her wallet.

She brought with her what was left of her meager paycheck from the week before. After paying the phone bill, the train ticket and and some snacks for the trip, there was not much left. She eyed the taxi meter. She had enough to cover the fare, a reasonable tip and a bit left over. She handed the driver the money as she opened the door to get out.

She could not remember when she had last been on that street. She recognized the apartment blocks behind her and the two-story buildings in front of her. She usually confused which house was his, but he had tied promised to tie a ribbon to the door handle so she could quickly recognize his place. What if he had forgotten? She panicked as she watched the cab pull away; she had forgotten to take back the note with the address! She hesitated to go running down the street after the cab, but it was too late anyway. She looked back at the houses trying to remember which was his. She saw the ribbon on the handle and relaxed a little.

As she approached the stairs, she felt butterflies in her stomach. She had completely forgotten the Ben Wa balls, but they stayed put as she ascended the steps to the door. She pressed the buzzer briefly, then put her hand on the doorknob. It was unlocked … just as he said it would be.