Wonder
Woman: The Sweetest Trap
By: Night Creeper
Disclaimer:
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Notes from the author: A few years
ago, a reader contacted me and requested that I write a Wonder Woman
story. He supplied what he had wrote: complete ideas, sections,
dialogue, and a partial outline. He requested that I write the
story in 1st Person. I’m not a big fan of 1st Person
since I prefer to write in 3rd Person, but I gave it a shot. A
PC problem completely erased what I wrote as well as all the notes
and communications that I had. A few months ago, I was able to
connect the dots and was able to contact the requester. Once
that occurred, I was able to write this.
Before you get too
deep, let me stress that I do not write about real people. In
this story, you may realize that one of the active individuals in the
story is/was a real life person. Numerous people have tried to
get me to write stories based on real people. I have always
refused. The reason is because I don’t write stories
involving real people. I did for this story because the person
had her own reality show and my own belief is that everyone in a
reality show aren’t being themselves. They are just
acting, creating a fictional character based on their own belief that
the character will draw in ratings. In fact, I am using the
character that the woman played from the show. I think you can
figure out who it is once you start reading. Besides, the
person is more of a guide than an actual participant in the sex
scenes. Okay, she’s in one.
Finally, I would like
to take the time to thank Abenozra for his input in this story.
Basically, he supplied an outline and idea for the story, and I just
expanded on it and wrote the scenes accordingly, which made things
rather easy. Also, he served as the editor for this story and even
supplied pictures that gave me ideas for the outfits used in the
story. He even supplied the articles that are quoted in the
story.
Feel free to e-mail me at <[email protected]>
with comments, criticisms, ideas, etc. Thanks and happy
reading.
*****
Wonder Woman: The Sweetest
Trap
By: Night Creeper
A clean
shaven Eastern European man with green eyes, pale skin, and long
enough black hair that he could make into a ponytail, lingered near
the water cooler. The man was slightly five feet and eight
inches. He weighed just slightly over one hundred and thirty
pounds. His name was Ozra Tim and he worked in the mail room.
Often, he would be the one who had to deliver packages directly to
the various offices in the building. This gave him lots of time
to roam around the building as well as access to numerous areas.
Today was different though. He wasn’t roaming the halls.
Instead, he was hanging around the water cooler. He filled his
cup, took a swig, and then refilled it. He waited until he was
absolutely sure that everyone had gone to lunch and the only person
left in the office, the relief receptionist, was busily engaged in
her nonstop telephone calls to various girlfriends to discuss her
latest love interest. He thought it was pathetic,
but he had
bigger fish to fry.
Today was the day.
Operation Sweet Trap was about to begin. Ozra checked his
watch, took a sip of water, then slipped quietly, unseen by anyone,
into Diana Prince’s office and left the carefully prepared gift
on her desk where she could not miss it. He then scooted down
the stairs to the lunchroom floor.
Everyone else was already out to lunch or gabbing noisily in the
lunchroom. He managed to enter the vacant restroom, and timed
his flush and hand washing perfectly so that he had an alibi, should
it ever come to that, as Johnny, who crapped at lunch each day,
regular as clockwork, entered and headed for his toilet of choice.
That’s when Oz headed back to the lunchroom, where he retrieved
his sandwich and made with the normal lunchroom talk. Silently,
he congratulated himself on his perfect planning, perfect execution.
*****
I sighed as I entered
my office. I was returning from a pleasant, but unsatisfying
lunch meeting with Steve Trevor. I was shocked to find a
lusciously gold wrapped package squarely in the middle of my desk.
My lips curled upward in a genuine smile as I looked for a card and
found none. “Hmmm . . . could I have a secret
admirer? I wonder who it could be?” I thought to myself.
I wasn’t worried about security as nothing could have made it
to my desk without scrutiny. Granted, I knew that the mail room
attendant was sweet on me, but he would never forego the necessary
procedures to ensure my safety. Thus, I absentmindedly sat down
and began to mentally toy with the various possibilities regarding
who left the candy. I unwrapped the package and found an extra
large box of my favorite chocolates in the world, Perles d’Océane.
I couldn’t resist popping one in my mouth, savoring the creamy
goodness all the way down to m toes. It was even
than I
remembered it. I wanted to put the box away, but I couldn’t
help it. I had to ear another before I got back to my work.
I closed my eyes and savored the sweet, delicious taste in my mouth.
Oh Hera! It was amazing!
I don’t
know how long I had closed my eyes, but they opened when the phone
rang and startled me. My eyes wee blurry and I instantly knew
that I had fallen asleep. But for how long was the question.
Better save that question for later. So I picked up the phone.
“Hello?” I spoke into the receiver.
“Diana,” Steve’s voice, clearly irritated, spoke
into my ear. “Where are you?”
“Oh, Steve,” I cooed with an odd lilt to my voice.
“I’m in my office, silly.”
“I
know that,” was Steve’s retort, with an edge of anger.
“What about that meeting on the Patriot Act?”
“Oh,” I spoke nonplused. “Why I just got back
from lunch, it can’t be time for the meeting. What time
is it?”
It turned out that I was an hour
late and I had to rush to the meeting. At the meeting, I had
trouble focusing on what people were saying. I don’t
understand why I’m not enjoying this meeting like I normally
do. This stuff just doesn’t seem that important. I
knew that Steve was looking over at me from time to time, and
frowning. I even myself more than once twiddling my pen and
twirling a lock of hair around a finger. I wished that the
meeting would just end. Especially since my bon bons were
calling me. And just when I thought that the meeting would
never end, Steve closed his notepad and thanked everyone for
attending. That gave me the opportunity to dash out of the room
and head back to my office.
However, I was
delayed. “Just a minute, Diana, I need to see you,
please,” Steve’s voice was courteous but had a quiver of
some kind in it. I turned around and he stood up. Then
the strangest thing happened, I found my eyes were riveted to his
crotch. His trousers were still crumpled from sitting, but that
didn’t stop me from looking. “Diana?” Steve
sounded worried now. “What’s wrong with
you? You just don’t seem yourself. Are you okay?
Maybe you should take the rest of the afternoon off. You must
be coming down with something . . . .”
Steve’s voice tapered off; his concern made me feel
special.
“Okay, whatever you say, Steve,”
I beamed up at him. He returned my gaze, puzzled by what was
going on, but could say nothing as I walked away.
I quickly returned to my office, where I recorded an outgoing message
on my voice mail. I was telling everyone that I was going to be
out for the rest of the day. I even created an out-of-office
reply for my e-mail. As I was doing this, I couldn’t help
but pop one of the bon bons into my mouth. Unfortunately, it
was the last one. I only remember eating two of them before
falling asleep, but it appears that I ate a whole lot of them when I
blacked out. Once I was done, I headed out the door and headed
for home.
*****
When I
arrived at my apartment complex, Nick, the building’s doorman
greeted me. He also handed me a box of chocolates that was
identical to one left in my office. I was surprised and
delighted. Nick looked at me with a twinkle in his eye.
He tipped his hat and smiled. “Somebody is sweet on you,
Miss Prince. Somebody with good taste,” he said as his
eyes swept over the beautifully wrapped box of chocolates. He
could not resist another long sniff of the boc as I reached for the
box. I watched Nick, the doorman, close his eyes and sniff one
last time right before I headed upstairs with my box of
chocolates.
I waited impatiently as the
elevator music almost put me to sleep. My eyes kept on darting
back and froth between the number of floors and the box chocolates in
my hands. I wanted to tear off the ribbon and tape, but I
didn’t want to share them. You never know when the
elevator doors would open and in comes an unwelcome guest, who would
want nothing more than to eat my yummy chocolates. Thus, I
waited.
The elevator ride was almost as
annoying as Steve’s meeting. But like the meeting,
the ride ended. I dashed into my apartment and slammed the door
beside me. I turned on the televison set and wasted no time in
opening the box. I took a deep breath and inhaled its aroma.
Hmmmm! Was there anything tasted or smelled so good? Not
that I could remember. I didn’t even pay attention to the
Married with Children marathon on the televison.
I devoted myself to each delicious morsel, unwrapping the individual
pieces, swirling them in my mouth before finally biting into a corner
and then feeling the creamy inner filling squeeze into my mouth and
then down my throat. I felt like I was wrapped in chocolate
creamy goodness from the inside out my eyes became blurry. I
tried to fight it, but I simply couldn’t as I popped another
piece of chocolate into my mouth. I felt its smooth coating
melting in my mouth. I had to close my eyes. It was such
a wonderful feeling. I felt the room begin to spin as the
awesome taste took me to another plain of ecstacy.
When I opened my eyes, I was sitting on the famous Bundy couch with
none other than Peggy Bundy. I wanted to say something, but I
couldn’t. I didn’t say a word as Peg fixed my
hair. She made it look exactly like hers as she sprayed it and
added lots of artificial chemicals. She fluffed, sprayed,
jelled, and brushed. She spent hours on my hair. By the
time she was done, she sat next to me and handed me a mirror. I
looked into the mirror and was shocked to see that our big hair
matched exactly and we had the same leopard hair bands in our hair as
well. The only difference was that her hair was red and mine
was black. Other than that, we could have been sisters.
“Do you like it?” she asked.
“I
like it,” I replied as Peggy took out a cigarette from between
her bosom. She even pulled a lighter from her bosom. She
lit the cigarette and took a long deep puff on it. I couldn’t
believe she was smoking, but I couldn’t tell her to stop
either. Instead, I happily took a few puffs when she offered it
to me.
“Here. You hold my cigarette
in your mouth while I apply some makeup.”
“Okay,” I replied as the woman began to work on my face.
I could feel the woman making my eyelashes longer and longer.
She was very meticulous as she went back and forth with that brush,
adding length and texture. The woman even blew on the lashes a
few times to ensure that they set properly. Peggy started to
add eyeliner to my eyes as I watched the cigarette become shorter and
shorter. The woman was unstoppable. She kept at it.
Lipstick, blush, mascara, power . . . everything. By the time
she stopped, the cigarette was just millimeters from burning itself
out.
“Almost done, Di,” Peggy
happily sang. “We have the first layer of foundation all
set. A little more powder and then we wait for everything to
set in before we put the final touches.”
“But . . .” I tried to say as there was a knock on the
door. I glanced at the door and it opened. I was shocked
to see Anna Nicole Smith letting herself into the Bundy home. I
saw the blonde bombshell wiggling her way toward the couch. She
plopped down next to me, took the cigarette from my hand, and took
one last puff.
“That’s some good
shit,” the woman spoke as she rammed the cigarette into the ash
tray.
“Anna! What a pleasant
surprise! What are you doing here?” Peggy asked as she
continued to apply makeup to my face.
“I
was getting so bored at home. My billionaire husband keeps on
touching me. He can’t keep his hands off of me,”
Anna Nicole Smith sighed.
“That’s
better than Al! He won’t even touch me. He asked
Bud to move me so he could get the TV Guide!” Peggy fumed.
“What happened to Marcy?”
“She’s
on vacation with Jefferson. They’re on a cruise, fucking
like rabbits.”
“Figures. I
tried to call her earlier. Hey! By the way, did you hear
about Daisy in Hazzard County?”
“No.
Tell me!” Peggy giggled.
“She
started shagging Boss Hog!”
“That
tub of lard?”
“That rich tub of
lard! The man owns half of Hazzard County and he has the cops
on his side. He’s a rich and powerful man. No
wonder why he makes her so wet.”
“They’re
married?”
“Not yet. She’s
been fucking his brains out, trying to do everything in her power to
get him to pop the question. She’s even wearing shorter
shorts now.”
“That slut!”
“I know!” the blonde laughed. “So what have
you been up to?”
“Oh, I’m
just killing a little time with my new sis, Di. She’s
from up North and she needs a man. I’ve been trying to
help her out.”
“She’s from
the North Pole?”
“Not that North,
sweetie. But the men population is just as sparse as the North
Pole.”
“That’s horrible!”
Anna gushed as she jumped off the couch.
“It’s
really sad,” Peggy agreed as she stopped applying makeup and
made her way behind the couch. The redhead placed her hands on
my right shoulder and gave it a light squeeze. “She
really needs a man,” she repeated before releasing my
shoulder.
“That’s so sad. I
use to dance at a club because I was so lonely. I met my
sweetie at the club. I may complain about him at times, but I
love him and he loves me. He treats me like I am his world,”
the blonde gushed.
“Gee . . . I wish Al
would treat me like his world. Instead, he just watches TV,
holds the remote and holds himself.”
“Oh
Peggy! You’re so bad . . . but we need to cheer up your
sister, Di. Hey! I didn’t know that you had another
sister.”
“What sister?”
“That other blonde that has to work.”
“That’s my daughter, Kelly. Let’s not talk
about her breaking my heart and getting a job.”
“Right . . . we want to talk about Di,” Anna Nicole Smith
giggled as she started to massage my shoulders while pressing her
large balloons against the back of my neck.
“Did you bring anything . . .” Peggy spoke as the door
opened and a butler was wheeling a large cart full of food toward
us.
“Here you go, madam,” the man
spoke before leaving, closing the door behind him on the way out.
“Good men are hard to find. I know Peggy complains about
Al, but Al hasn’t forced her to find a job. Peggy still
gets to stay home. Do you work, Di?”
“Yes I do.”
“I’m so
sorry,” Anna spoke as she released my shoulders and my neck.
I didn’t know what she was doing until she moved a cracker with
caviar in front of my face. “Try this!” she spoke
as she rammed into my mouth, just as she rammed her breasts against
the back of my neck. The woman did this a few times, always
being sympathetic to my plight and feeding me the entire time.
As she’s doing this, the constant contact from her breasts made
my nipples harden. I guess both of them saw it as I heard
giggling. My face soon turned red.
“Don’t
blush,” Peggy spoke as she stood in front of me and did a
little touch up of the makeup.
“That’s
all right, Honey, jest us gals here and don’t make no
never-mind. We might as well enjoy ourselves,” Anna
laughed as Peggy finished with the makeup. I then saw Peggy and
Anna switch places. The blonde was now standing in front of me
while Peggy stood behind me and the couch. Anna pulled her top
and took her breasts out. “Go ahead and play with them,
Di,” the woman smiled.
“I can’t,”
I replied.
“Oh go ahead sweetie!
It’s a lot of fun! Besides, no one is going to come in
here. The butler is standing outside making sure that no one
interrupts our girl time. And if Al comes home early, the
butler will hand him some crackers. Actually, he may play fetch
will Al. That man will do anything for food . . . except maybe
sex,” Peggy laughed as she started to eat some items from the
cart.
“Don’t worry, Di. Go
ahead and touch them,” Anna winked. That was enough to
get me to reach out for them. I touched her large balloons and
they felt warm. I traced my finger along her long erect
nipple. “Pinch them with two of your fingers and feel
free to pull them,” the blonde giggled as I did as I was told.
I saw the woman close her eyes and start to moan. That’s
when Peggy dumped a line of caviar on the woman’s breasts.
“Oops! Can you clean that up for me, Di?” Peggy
asked. I moved my fingers toward the food, but Peggy slapped my
hand. “Not with your hands. With your mouth.
She likes that.”
I didn’t know what
to do, but I leaned forward and stuck out my tongue. I lapped
it up from the woman’s breasts. I heard the woman moan,
coo, and even purr. She was really enjoying it. I was
still reluctant, but the more I cleaned her breasts, the louder she
became. I knew I was making her happy and that sent a warm
feeling through my body as I soon lost myself.
My eyes closed for some time and I wasn’t sure how long.
But when I opened my eyes, I was sucking and kissing the woman’s
breasts. I was also holding them with my hands, feeding them
toward my mouth. I tried to pull away, but Anna grabbed my head
and pulled me close. “Don’t stop. You’re
doing fine. My tits feel great!” the woman moaned.
With her encouragement, I increase my own actions. In a matter
of seconds, I’m almost nursing from her breasts, sucking on her
nipples like a newborn baby.
“Let’s
get your top off,” Peggy spoke as she simply took a pair of
scissors and began to cut away. I didn’t even resist.
I didn’t even care that I had nothing else to wear. I
simply too engrossed with Anna’s large breasts . . . I mean,
tits. Her tits were so big and yummy. I closed my eyes
and savored every second of it.
Once again, I
lost track of time. When I opened my eyes, the three of us
knelt on the floor, pressed our tits against each other while we
kissed, tongued, and touched each other. There was still some
food, but they didn’t last long. In fact, we even tongued
each other. It felt so strange, yet so wonderful to be so close
to these two women. I could have stayed there all day if it
wasn’t for what Anna said next.
“Let’s
see who can cum the hardest and fastest!”
“Okay!” Peggy agreed as both women began to masturbate.
I immediately tried to copy them, but I was such a novice. Both
women were moaning as their juices poured onto the carpet. Me
on the other hand was just stretching my pussy lips and barely
moaning as I pumped a finger in and out of my pussy. I felt
some of my juices and it did start to flow when I noticed that all
three of us were completely shaved clean between our legs, but I just
couldn’t get going.
“Come on Di!”
Anna panted.
“I’ll be right back,
girls!” Peggy shouted as she ran up the stairs. The woman
returned in a couple of minutes with a large collection of huge
dildos, vibrators, and lubricating cream. Before I know it, I’m
covered in oil. My body is absolutely glistening as they pry my
own fingers away from my pussy. They forced my body onto the
couch and pulled my legs off of it. My body slipped off the
couch as they part my legs. Soon, my hands and my chin are the
only parts of my body still on the couch. I glanced over and
saw that both woman greased up at least four large dildos. My
body shivered as I felt my own juices start to trickle from my
pussy.
“Time to moan, Di!” Anna
screamed as she rammed a dildo into my pussy while Peggy rammed one
up my ass. Each women thrust and twisted the dildos as they
tried to force them into my body. I screamed at the top of my
lungs as I felt my body being stretched to it’s limits.
Every centimeter felt like a war.
“AHHHHRRRGGG!!” I screamed through gritted teeth. I
soon felt the dildos begin to vibrate. The women didn’t
stop though. They pushed them even deeper. My ass and
pussy felt like they were being permanently stretched. I began
to pant as I moved body forward to avoid the pain. However,
that didn’t really help. Instead, my hands gripped the
couch cushions as I slowly slid my head between two cushions. I
screamed, hoping that the cushions would muffle my cries, but it
seemed to only intensify them as they reverberated in my ears.
And that’s when it happened, both women started to pump the
vibrating dildos in and out of my body. My body began to react
as I started to meet their thrusts. I soon acted like a piston
in an engine, moving up and down, back and forth. I squealed.
I screamed. I moaned. I panted. I wanted it as I
felt the woman start to play with my tits!
“This slut needs a good spanking!” Anna spoke as Peggy
complied.
“One! Two! Three!”
the redhead yelled as she released my breast, only to count each swat
on my ass. They continued to assault my body as Peggy continued
to count. Eventually, she grew tired of counting and just
spanked me instead. Even though I couldn’t see it, I knew
my ass was completely red.
“You like this
don’t you?” Anna asked as she gripped my throat and
snarled into my ear.
“No,” I panted
in response.
“Let’s see about
that,” Anna spoke as she pushed me off the couch completely.
I landed on back, which made it impossible for Peggy to spank my
ass. She also lost her grip on the dildo. Unfortunately,
the fall forced the dildo to completely fill my ass. I groaned
miserably as I saw both women shoot each other an sinister looking
smile.
“HOLY SHIT!” I screamed as
Anna pulled the drenched dildo out of my pussy and started to insert
one finger at a time inside my pussy. I felt my pussy lips
being stretched and my pussy being forced to accept her fingers as
she pushed them all in. I saw her knuckles disappear inside
me. My eyes almost popped out of my head when I saw that she
had her fist inside me.
“You know you
like this! You love this! Just like you love us!
You want to be a dumb blonde with huge tits!” Anna shouted.
“Let’s play,” Peggy laughed as she started to
tongue my rock-hard clit with maddening slowness.
“Oh yea!” Anna laughed as she continued to pump he fist
inside me while her other hand was pinching my nipples. “Say
it, Di! You love this! You love us!”
I was totally breathless, but the pleasure shooting throughout my
body was too much. I had to agree. “ I love this!
I love you two!” I conceded.
“Tell
me that you want to be a cheap tart of a house wife with big hair who
thinks of nothing but fucking all day!”
“I want to be a cheap tart of a house wife with big hair who
thinks of nothing but fucking all day!” I screamed.
“ And so you shall!” Anna laughed as she pumped faster
and Peggy’s tongue was lapping faster than a hummingbird
flapping its wings. I couldn’t stand it. My body
stiffened and it shook violently as I climaxed.
“She’s cumming!” Anna laughed.
“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!” I shrieked like a wailing banshee.
Anna was right. I was cumming. They made my body cum
again and again. I couldn’t count them all. All I
knew is that when they stopped, I couldn’t move. And when
they stopped working me over, I could see Anna licking Peggy’s
face, devouring my juices as Peggy licked Anna’s fist whenever
she got the chance. That was the last thing I saw as I blacked
out.
Eventually, I woke up and found myself
wearing a combination of their outfits. I wore a skin-tight
spandex leopard print pants with no underwear. I also soon
realized that someone had thoughtfully inserted the largest of
the battery operated dildos inside me. It was still vibrating.
The pants were so tight that they keep it in with no problems.
Peggy laughed wickedly as she moved the speed switch up and down on
the dildo’s battery pack. I moaned in response.
Meanwhile, Anna laced a tight bustier onto my body, causing my
nipples to almost spill out. She didn’t stop there as she
found more. A see-through black long-sleeved top, with lace
around the billowing cuffs and neckline, completed the outfit, along
with more jewelry than I ever owned, much less worn at the same
time. There were ankle bracelets, toe rings, jangly charm
bracelets, and long jingly earrings. I reached up to touch the
earrings and was shocked that someone had pierced each ear a total of
four times and inserted little studs and rings.
“Naughty girl, don’t peek. We’re not done
yet!” Anna spoke as she slapped my hand away.
They then brought me back to the couch, where Anna on one side and
Peggy on the other, they began to polish her clearly fake, two-inch
long fingernails and then her toenails. They painted them a
dark red tone, almost the color of blood. Once completed, they
pulled me to my feet and that’s when I realized that I am
wearing high heeled slides, plastic and leopard print, on my feet.
They then escorted me to a full length mirror
so I could see myself. I was shocked. All three of us
could have been sisters. I looked like a cheap tart house wife
with big tits!
“How do you like
yourself?” they asked in unison.
I
couldn’t speak. I wanted to scream. Yet, I could
feel my pussy becoming wet. Eventually, I mustered up enough
strength and told them what I thought. “Ah love it!”
I spoke in a much higher pitched and breathy voice with a Southern
twang that sounded a lot like Anna Nicole Smith’s voice.
“And we love you!” they both giggled in a voice that now
matched mine. They hugged me and asked once again. “Do
you like it?”
“Ah love it!” I
responded in the same voice as they increased the speed of the trusty
dildo inside me. Once again, I start to cum again and again.
They moved me to the couch and sat next to me, groping and fondling
my body as I climaxed. Eventually, I pass out with a huge smile
on my face.
“What the?” I grunted
as I tried to shake the cobwebs from my head. I was flustered
and I was in the midst of a teeth-gritting orgasm. Three of my
fingers were buried inside my pussy and my clothes were torn and
thrown all around the room. I knew I needed to get to bed, but
I was just too weak. “Fuck it,” I grumbled as I
rolled to my side and went back to sleep.
*****
What the hell is that? Someone stop that annoying blaring
siren! Great! Now it’s getting louder! Who is
attacking? Oh wait. I know what it is. I guess I
have to shut it off. I can’t believe I forgot all about
it. My hands start to rummage along the floor until they hit
something small and compact. It’s cheap plastic, but I
know exactly what it is. It’s my cell phone. I
quickly open it, fumble with the buttons until I finally locate the
button that turns the alarm off. That should give me a few more
minutes of sleep.
I don’t know how long I
slept after that, but I eventually woke up when the light peaked
through the blinds. It bore a hole in my head. The extra
heat was too much. I knew I had to get up so I did. My
head was incredibly groggy. I had to shake my head a few times
in order to get the cobwebs out. I don’t know what I
drank. Whatever it was, I drank too much of it. I think I
need a cup of coffee.
I stumbled toward the
kitchen and turn on the faucet. The water is nice and warm as I
add water to the coffee maker. I add the coffee beans and turn
the machine on. The gurgling reminds me to shut the water off.
Funny. I hardly ever forget to shut the water off. It’s
always a good idea to shut the water off. It’s good for
the environment. That’s when I had an urge to
yawn so I did. I stretched with my hands above my head and I
noticed that I was completely nude thanks to the reflection staring
back at me in the refrigerator. That’s something
different. I hardly ever walk around my apartment in the nude.
You know what? It feels good to walk around naked. My
nipples are standing at attention though. Got to adjust that
thermostat.
The thermostat didn’t take
long. However, it was just enough for time for the coffee.
I quickly pour a cup of steaming hot coffee. I breath in the
fumes. As my mind processes the steam, I could feel it pushing
the cloudiness away. I knew I had to take a sip. Oh, it
was good. Warm and refreshing. It reminded me of
something, but I didn’t have too much time to dwell on it since
the phone started to ring. I hesitantly placed the cup on the
counter and picked up the phone.
“Diana?
Are you okay?” Steve asked.
“I’m
okay, but I have this awful headache. I will try to come in
later today,” I replied.
“Are you
sick?”
“I don’t know. I
just have a huge headache.”
“Let me
ask you a question, Diana. In all the years that you worked
with me, have you ever taken a sick day?”
“No.”
“Then it’s about
time you took one.”
“Are you
sure?”
“Yes. I’m
positive. Stay home, relax, and drink lots of fluids. If
you feel better tomorrow, feel free to come in. If you’re
still feeling a little downtrodden, stay home. You have enough
hours saved up. There’s . . .” as Steve spoke, I
couldn’t help but remember his crotch in those rumpled trousers
of his. I still remember when he first stood up. I think
I licked my lips. “Hello? Diana? Are you
still there?” Steve asked.
“Yes . .
. I’m here,” I slowly replied, snapping out of my own
flashback.
“I’m concerned about
you. You’ve never been this sick before. I think
you may have the flu bug. Stay home and take care of yourself.
Take at least three days off. That’s an order.
Understand?”
“You’re so
sweet, Steve,” Diana squeaked.
“You’re
voice is changing. Save your voice. Remember, lots of
rest and fluids. Bye,” Steve spoke.
“Bye,” I replied as I slowly hung up the phone and
returned my attention to my coffee. I don’t know how long
I stood there, but I drank the entire pot. That’s three
cups worth of coffee. When I finished the final drop, I
couldn’t help but . . . actually, it nagged me. There was
something in the back of my mind that gnarled. It was
constantly grinding; trying to remind me of something. That’s
when I remembered! My bon bons!
I dashed
to the couch and noticed that the TV was still on. I must have
slept through the night with the TV on. It’s funny how
the sound from the TV wasn’t enough to wake me up, but the
alarm on the cell phone was. Go figure. I quickly sat
down on the couch and began to eat my candy. Simply heaven!
It was delicious! That’s when I noticed that it was 11
am. I slept through most of the morning!
*****
GREAT HERA!! WHAT IS THAT ANNOYING SOUND?!?! Grrrrr!
The sound blared in my ears until I reached out my hand, grabbed the
plastic box and threw it across the room. It crashed into the
wall and the sound died. Mental note: buy new alarm. That
was the last thing that crossed my mind before I went back to
sleep.
When I finally woke up, I didn’t
even bother getting out of bed. I had taken three days off of
work already. Steve told me to. And as his name crossed
my mind, I imagined his crotch again. That image disappeared
when the announcer on the TV set started rambling on about a long
marathon of a mindless sitcom. Actually, they’re not
mindless. I use to abhor these shows, but in the last three
days, I couldn’t get enough of them. In fact, I created
quite a bond between myself and my TV set. I watched it day and
night. It was never off. I was mesmerized by the antics
of such feminine icons as Peggy Bundy, Daisy Dukes, Jayne Mansfield,
Marilyn Monroe, Jennifer Tilly, Fran Dresher, Jessica Simpson, Grace
Kelly, and Anna Nicole Smith. In fact, when I went to sleep, I
was still visited by Peggy Bundy and Anna Nicole Smith. I
hardly ever watched Anna’s reality show when it was airing for
the first time, but I now watched it religiously in
syndication.
And as I watched TV, my bon bons were never too far away from me.
I don’t know who was sending them, but I had devoured ten boxes
of them in the last three days. Yet, the mailman keeps on
delivering five boxes each day.
“And now
folks, we return to our Married with Children Marathon!” the TV
announcer spoke.
Yea!! I squealed as I
clapped my hands. My eyes were soon glued to the TV set while
my hands were busy feeding bon bons to my mouth.
“Al! Why don’t you make more money?” Peggy
Bundy whined.
“I’m a shoes
salesman, Peg! What do you want from me?”
“I want money!”
“For
what?”
“Clothes!
“Can you eat clothes? How about you buy some food?
I’m starving!”
“Cook your own
food. I’m tired of going shopping with Marcy and not
being able to buy anything!”
“You
bought those shoes that you’re wearing yesterday! Yet, I
still don’t have any food!” Al yelled as he opened the
refrigerator.
“There’s food in the
fridge. It’s in the tinfoil.”
“The tinfoil is moving, Peg! And it just bit my finger!”
Al screamed as he slammed the fridge.
“Don’t
yell at me! I’m going to visit my friend, Di! Don’t
wait up for me!”
“Wait? Why?
Go . . . go far away, you monstrous glob of red hair!”
“WAIT!! She’s coming to see me!” I
gushed.
“You bet I am,” Peggy
replied as she stood next to my bed with Anna Nicole Smith beside
her.
I don’t remember what we said, but
my two best friends quickly applied makeup to my face and did my
fingernails and toenails. They then snuggled against me under
the covers. They fed me food while they groped my body.
My tits were prime targets. They spent a great deal of time
telling me that I need to take care of my tits since there were
important in finding and keeping a man happy. I couldn’t
argue with them. All the shows that I’ve been watching .
. . they all had women with big tits, trying to impress men or using
their breasts to keep them around. The flat ones never had any
men around. As they continued to teach me, they placed a
vibrator deep inside my pussy, which was constantly making me cum in
regular intervals.
“Do you want to play
dress up?” I finally asked them as the vibrator shut off due
the batteries running out.
“No,”
Peggy replied.
“Not today,” Anna
added.
“Why not?” I whined.
“Di . . . you’ve been borrowing out clothes and our
makeup. It’s about time you went out and bought some of
your own,” Peggy replied.
“Will you
two come with me?” I asked.
“No.
You need to do some things on your own. If you don’t buy
any, we’ll have to stop visiting you,” Anna warned.
“NO! DON’T STOP COMING!”
“Don’t stop . . . CUMMING!” the women laughed as
they ripped the vibrator from my pussy and replaced it with their
fingers. I could feel their digits filling my cunt and bringing
me to a series of orgasms in rapid succession. I screamed, I
wailed, I snorted, I moaned, I yelled! I did it all. But
when I finally came down from my blissful high, they were gone.
That’s when I knew I had to go shopping! Even if it meant
that I would have to wear something before leaving my
apartment.
*****
DAMN
IT!! IT’S THAT FUCKING SOUND AGAIN!!
“WAIT!!” a female voice yelled.
I
immediately snapped my eyes open and saw Peggy Bundy lying next to
me. “You’re here?”
“Yes,” she replied.
“I
thought you weren’t coming back?”
“You bought clothing though.”
“I
did.”
“You bought makeup?”
“I did.”
“Then I’m
back. It was only one lousy day. Don’t tell me that
you didn’t feel alive while you were shopping though.”
“I did feel . . .”
“Alive?”
“Yes! I felt alive!” I agreed.
“Good! Now . . . don’t throw your cell phone across
the room. It’s your only link to civilization. It’s
the only way that you’re new man is going to be able to
communicate with you.”
“I’m
not dating anyone though.”
“That’s
your problem, Di!”
“Dating?”
“Yes and no. You’re real problem is that you don’t
have a man. You don’t have to be dating him. You
just need a man to take care of you.”
“Steve did sound rather sweet when he called me a few days ago
and I did fantasize about his crotch when he stood up.”
“How long have you known Steve?”
“Years.”
“How many?”
“I’ve known him for as long as I had my job.”
“Five years?”
“Longer.”
“Has he hit on you?”
“No . .
. not really . . . there once was a time that I thought . . .”
“Don’t think. Just answer. Has he ever hit on
you?”
“No . . . but he did call . .
.”
“Did he hit on you?”
“He did call me when I was sick . . .”
“Did he ask you out?”
“No.”
“Have you been on a date?”
“No.”
“He’s not
interested, Di. Cut your losses and move on. Embrace the
fact that men will flock around you and your big tits. Dress to
impress. Just don’t impress a high school football
player, who becomes a shoe salesman. A man that treats you
right and buys you your favorite things should be kept. He
should be kept around and he should kept happy.
Understand?”
“Yes.”
“Good! Don’t waste your time with Steve anymore.
He hasn’t called you since that day, roughly a week ago.
Correct?”
“Yes.”
“See. He doesn’t care. Forget him.
Don’t pick up when he calls and don’t call him back.”
“But my job . . .”
“Your job
is to find and please a man. Once you have him, you need to
keep him. Got it?”
“Got
it.”
“Good!” Peggy Bundy
smiled as she quickly slipped on top of me. Her hands rammed a
large vibrating dildo into pussy and worked me over as I held her
tight. “Remember! You need a man!”
“I NEED A MAN! I NEED A MAN!!” I screamed again and
again as my body climaxed again and again until I passed
out.
*****
“I’‘m
so glad that you agreed to go out for dinner, Diana,” Orza Tim
spoke as he opened the door to Diana’s apartment.
“Make yourself at home,” I yelled from the bedroom as I
continued to follow Peggy’s advice. As I worked, my damn
phone rang again. Luckily the answering machine picked it up,
but I was so embarrassed when it turned out that the call was from
Steve. Another blasted message. The man just wouldn’t
quit. He never paid any attention to me and now he won’t
stop calling. And just because I hadn’t shown up for work
in two weeks! He’s the one that told me that I had all
the time in the world to stay sick. Fucking bastard trying to
run my life.
“Do you want to call Steve
back?” Oz asked.
“Go ahead and
delete it for me!” I yelled.
“You
know that he’s been asking about you right? He’s
been polling people left and right, trying to figure what happened to
you.”
“Just delete his message for
me.”
“There are over ten messages
on your machine.”
“Delete all of
them. They are all from him.”
“The
messages have been deleted.”
“Thank
you.”
“If I could be so bold as to
ask why you haven’t been at work? People are worried
about you.”
“I’m just sick of
Steve,” I fumed.
“I’m sorry!
I didn’t mean to strike a nerve!” Oz apologized.
SHIT! I shouldn’t have snapped. “Don’t
be sorry! I’m sorry for snapping. It’s not
your fault,” I tried to reassure him. No reason why Steve
should ruin the evening. I took a deep breath and checked
myself out one last time. Then, I made my way to the living
room.
“Wow!” Oz gushed.
“You like?” I asked as the man nodded. I was clad
in the briefest of skirts and a close fitting top that left very
little to the imagination. This made my tits look bigger.
Peggy was very specific about that.
“Why, Diana, how beautiful you look, so relaxed. Time
away from work agrees with you!” he managed to stammer, as he
almost tripped when he bumped into the arm of the couch.
In response, I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, while at
the same time lowering and raising my eyes demurely. I stood in
the classic provocative pose of invitation, one hand on hip and the
other against the door frame. I could not remember who I was
playing at the moment, but Oz’s eyes were bugged out of his
head and he was breathing harder so I must be doing something right.
Oz stood there blinking again and again. “Should we go?”
I asked.
“Yes,” the man spoke as he
opened my own door for me. Things were definitely looking up
for me.
We drove for a some time after Oz had
helped me into the passenger seat of his car. It wasn’t a
sports car, but it was a small coupe. It wasn’t bad.
He even opened the door for me when he parked. The man walked
unflinchingly proud with me on his arm as we made our way to our
booth. He didn’t even look at the menus. Instead,
he just ordered for us both. I nodded and smiled, accepted his
every suggestion, as to food or drink. He had no doubt in his
mind. He was sure of what he wanted. “Do you come
here often?” I asked.
“Hooters?
Yea. I’ve been here a few times. This place is
known for its rough and ready, but don’t touch
wait-staff. The waitresses are always clad in their
trademarked skimpy, tight tops and short shorts.”
“Tell me something, Oz.”
“Like
what?”
“I watched a sitcom a few
days ago where man use to go to restaurants like these. He sat
the bar and lied to the bartender, telling him that his girlfriend
was running late. Do you do that?”
“Well . . . I use to sit at my usual lonely seat at the bar,
pretending to myself and whoever would listen that my girlfriend was
visiting her mother out of town or, for variety, that she was working
a late shift and would be joining me later. But now that you’re
here, I don’t see that for me anymore. Instead, I
envision future such evenings with you in diamonds and something
equally distracting made of silk. I would feed you with foie
gras and caviar, between bird-like sips of champagne.”
“That’s so sweet!” I gushed as a sat closer, making
sure that my thigh was touching his.
Dinner
went well. We talked and enjoyed our hot wings and beer.
Afterwards, Oz excused himself and left for a few minutes. I
hoped I didn’t anything wrong. Peggy might never talk to
me again if I did. She made a point to stress that if a man
treated you right, you should treat him right as well and make him
happy. I hope I was doing that. My worries didn’t
stop there. It was slightly abated when I saw Oz strutting
confidently back from the table. I could see that men and women
were envying him. I could also see that some women trying to
strike up a conversation, but he politely brushed them aside.
Things were going well. “Glad you came back,” I
offered as he sat down.
“Wild horses
couldn’t drag me away,” he proclaimed.
“Did it feel good to watch by all those people . . . especially
the women?”
“I think the Hooter
girls are treating me with more respect and interest, but the
interest is completely wasted. I would never be interested in
them as long as I held the interest of someone as beautiful as
yourself,” he spoke.
I smiled and tried
to hide my exhilaration. I knew I had a lot to tell Peggy and
that she would be very proud of me. I even felt myself becoming
a little wet. But what really surprised me was when he popped a
bon bon into my mouth. I accepted it willingly of course.
I even moaned with delight as I ate it. He kept feeding me more
as I closed my eyes. When he was done, I opened my eyes wide
open. “OHH!” I said as Oz looked at me
enquiringly.
“Yes, Diana?” he
asked. “What is it? Is something wrong?” he frowned
slightly.
I saw him start to tense. Oh
no! I can’t ruin this. So I beamed at him in a very
open and trusting way. I then saw him relax a bit. I
leaned in closer for effect. “I just realized something,”
I said, with the air of a child expecting a reward for being
clever.
“Umm hmmm,” encouraged Oz,
stroking my hand as he returned my glance.
“It’s you who’s been sending me those really yummy
treats,” I spoke as I tossed my hair, preening a bit.
“Isn’t it?” I finished on a note of
uncertainty.
“What a clever girl you are,
Diana,” Oz said. “Not just a pretty face, are you?”
I smiled like the cat who has just drunk his
fill of cream, surfeited yet enticing. I was now confident in
my powers of attraction and basking in his proffered approval.
Peggy and I will definitely have a lot to talk about.
We left the restaurant and went straight to a movie theater. He
had chosen The Dukes of Hazzard as the movie. I watched the
movie intently. I saw the shortest of shorts, like the Hooters
attire, stretched across Jessica Simpson’s ass. This
Daisy was kind of like the TV show one. She was simple, sweet,
blonde, ditz, with huge tits and a nice, round ass. I watched
as the movie version of Daisy oozed sex appeal across the screen and
fictional Hazzard County, in her blonde-bimbo way. All the
while, I held onto his arm and leaned my head against his shoulder,
allowing him to get a good whiff of all the manufactured chemicals
that I put on my body. I hardly ever used perfume, but it was
definitely worth it if it was keeping Oz happy.
When the movie ended, he drove me home and walked me up to my
apartment door. I felt that the night was a roaring success.
However, he gave a quick kiss on my cheek, followed by a quick one to
my hand. I couldn’t let him leave like that. Peggy
would have never allowed me to let him leave before a real kiss.
Just because he was being a gentlemen, doesn’t mean that I had
to follow. Thus, I grasped his rock hard penis and used it to
pull him none too gently into my apartment. He was unresisting,
although in shock. My nimble fingers and talented tongue were
rewarded with a thick cream, which I swallowed, coming back for
more. Oz balanced against the arm of the overstuffed chair into
which I had curled myself onto. I felt his knees threaten to
collapse as his lower limbs began to twitch. Thus, I refused to
release him as he shot his load into my mouth. It felt creamy
like the chocolate and I moaned in ecstasy as I gulped it down.
I smiled sweetly up at him in the dim light coming through the
windows. He leaned over and grabbed my head between both
hands. He kissed me and got a taste of his own cum, as he
pushed into my mouth with his tongue. I responded and our soul
kiss lasted a good two minutes. Unfortunately, Oz broke away.
He managed to get his zipper up, surreptitiously, while hitching up
his pants. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked,
scared that I moved too fast.
“Nothing is
wrong. Everything is perfect. But I have to work
tomorrow,” Oz replied.
“Take the
day off. Call in sick.”
“I
don’t have the hours.”
“Can
you come over tomorrow night?”
“It’s
a busy week. How about a weekend dinner date?”
“GREAT!” I gushed. “I’ll cook you a
fancy dinner!”
“No need for that.
I want you to relax,” he grinned. “I’ll pick
something up that I know you’ll enjoy. I’ll call
you tomorrow, so don’t think you’re getting rid of
me.”
I was somewhat disappointed, but I
enjoyed the creamy taste of Oz’s cum while thinking how good it
would go with another surge. Thus, I accepted his excuses and,
savored my knowledge of Oz’s true enjoyment of my oral
stimulation. I began to finger myself as soon as he shut the
door to the apartment. I masturbated several times before, but
my fingers never moved this fast before. My mind drifted as I
smacked my lips and remembered the feel and taste of Oz’s
cock. I then imagined him fucking me without reserve in every
possible position in every room of the apartment. Or maybe he
would take me in the car, or at his place. I finally fell
asleep across my bed, where I had ended up, sleeping naked as was now
my habit. My last thought as I drifted off was how good Oz’s
cock had felt in my mouth and how I couldn’t wait to get him
inside my cunt!
*****
The Weekend: Saturday
Night
I, Diana Prince, have
obtained a man of my very own. He is considerate and likes to
buy my favorite candy for me. Tonight, he bought me dinner.
It was some of the most delicious Chinese takeout that I ever had.
Best of all, he also brought a video over. We watched it again
and again. The video was from his pocket pen recorder so it
wasn’t the clearest thing in the world, but it was still
entertaining. It showed Steve Trevor constantly badgering
people about me. He wanted to know how I was doing. The
man has no idea that I will be on long-term disability soon,
collecting a paycheck while staying home. And it’s a good
thing too, I need to spend more time with my friends and try to keep
Orza Tim to myself. But anyway, the video shows Steve calling
my answering machine. He seems angry that he has to leave
another message. Eventually, he starts asking the various
people in his office. They don’t have a clue.
That’s when Steve notices
Oz holding a package for him.
Oz looks so handsome standing there in jeans and a T-shirt instead of
a stuffy uniform. Anyway, Oz tells Steve that he and I went on
a date. What ensued is a sight to behold. Steve was
angry, pure and simple. He called Oz a liar and even threw
things at him. I guess Steve thought he was mocking him.
The other people had to hold Steve back. Oz didn’t
flinch. He left though, only to return with the Head of Human
Resources. The man wrote Steve up for unprofessional behavior.
Steve even had to apologize to Oz. That wimp. He did
apologize. I have to give him credit. He did the right
thing and apologized to Oz. My man looked so regal and I
couldn’t help but tell him each time we watched the video.
And Oz was very understanding of my reaction. He kissed me on
the forehead and fed me candy every time I praised him.
“Should I turn it off?” Oz asked.
“We can keep on watching it if you like,” I replied.
“Nah. It’s getting kind of late. I need to go
home.”
“Wait,” I spoke as I
held onto his arm.
“Wait for what?”
“I spent all week waiting for you, you can’t go.”
“It’s getting late. I don’t want to get a
ticket for my parked car.”
“They
don’t ticket at this hour and remind me to give you a pass so
you can park at this building’s parking garage for free.”
“That may work for next time, but not this time.”
I saw him getting ready to leave. He was getting off the
couch. I grabbed his arm and held on, preventing him from
leaving. He was about to protest and that’s when I
released his arm and wrapped my lips over his. My hands slowly
ran through his hair as I drove my tongue into his mouth. I
pressed my tits against his chest. They were currently covered
by a tube-top, but I was going to remedy that shortly. As I
continued to kiss him, he eventually kissed me back. Yes!
I had him. I felt his hands grip my ass and squeeze them.
I was wearing a pair of really tight bicycle shorts so he got a
handful of flesh instead of just material. I felt shocks of
pleasure pulsating through my body as he groped my ass. I
moaned into Oz’s mouth again and again before he released me.
“Stay,” I panted as I blinked my eyes rapidly, hoping
that he would see my eyelashes, which I had made extra long for
tonight.
“You fed me chocolate for most
of the night . . . it’s only fair that you give me something to
wash it all down,” I spoke as I licked my lips sensuously with
my tongue.
“You want me to get you some
milk?” Oz asked.
“You are a
sweetie, but I can manage this by myself,” I smiled as I slid
off the couch and landed between his legs. I quickly undid his
zipper and stuck my right hand into his boxers. I kneaded his
dick with my hand as I playfully cupped his balls with my left.
He couldn’t feel my skin against his balls due to the pants.
But I was hoping to change all that. I slowly pulled his dick
from his boxers. It stuck out from his pants. That’s
when I stuck out my tongue and licked the head of his dick as if it
were the top of a melting ice cream cone. I continued to swirl
my tongue back and forth as his left hand clutched the arm of the
couch.
“Ohhhh,” Oz moaned as he
closed his eyes and leaned his head back.
I
started kissing his cock as if it were my lover. Once it was
fully erect and stuff, I opened wide and wrapped my lips around the
top. I slowly slid down hie pole, making sure that my lips were
wrapped tightly around his meat. I went all the way down until
his pubes were tickling my nose. That’s when I started
bobbing my head up and down the full length of his dick while my
hands gripped his legs for support. As I worked, I watched his
facial expressions carefully. I could see that he was enjoying
it. Peggy would be so proud of me. I tried to speed
myself up, but Oz gripped the bottom of my chin and said, “No
Diana . . . go slow . . . slow and steady wins the race.”
Oz was right, I needed to keep him here longer. I relaxed a bit
and slowed down. I kept that speed, watching him, knowing that
he was enjoying every second of it. The fact that I was
pleasing him was making me wet. I could feel my own pussy
juicing up and soaking my bicycle pants. I wanted to masturbate
so badly. My hands slowly moved down Oz’s thighs.
“Don’t do it, Di. You need to please him. If
you can’t do that, you have no right to please yourself.
His pleasure is yours,” I heard Peggy’s voice inside my
head. She was right too. I quickly moved my hands back to
position.
I don’t know how long I sucked
Oz’s cock, but my jaw started to lock. I didn’t
complain though. I wanted to please him. I knew I was
doing it too. That’s why I was more than happy to comply
with Oz’s request. “Go as fast as you can.
Make me blow my load in your mouth. Just don’t miss a
drop,” he spoke. Miss a drop? How could I? I
wanted to drink every drop! Thus, I quickly bobbed up and down
on his member until I feel his dick stiffen even more. I felt
it quiver slightly right before he shot his hot spunk into mu mouth.
I started gulping it down my throat as soon as he discharged.
It tasted so warm, creamy, and rich. Even when he was done, I
didn’t dare part my lips. Instead, my tongue continued to
lick his dick inside my mouth. And when I finally released his
dick, I licked it clean, from tip to base.
“All
done,” I proudly proclaimed as I batted my eyelashes.
“That was amazing, Diana!” Oz spoke as I blushed at his
words. “I’m so sleepy now. I don’t
think I can drive home.”
“Then stay
here with me,” I pleaded.
“I guess
I can sleep here on the couch.”
“No.
You can sleep in my bed . . . with me,” I added, hoping that I
didn’t overreach.
“Sleep in my
girlfriend’s bed? That does sound like a plan,” Oz
smiled.
“Girlfriend,” I mouthed,
almost cumming in my pants as I heard my lovely new title.
“Lead the way, dear,” Oz spoke as I stood up and took his
hand. I almost ran to my bedroom, hoping that he could keep
up.
“This is it,” I spoke as I lead
him inside.
“Has anyone else been here
before?”
“Just my sister.”
“Your sister?”
“Yes.
She didn’t sleep in here. We just sat and talked.”
“So I’m the first man in your bed?”
“You’re my first boyfriend and I want you inside me,”
I purred as I pressed myself against his manly frame and ran my hands
all over his chest.
“No Diana.
We’re going to take this slow. Not tonight. I just
want to go to sleep with you beside me. Think you can handle
that?”
“Of course!” I
gushed.
“Good girl,” he spoke as he
gave me a peck on the forehead. He then began to disrobe.
I pulled off my top and got out of my wet bicycle pants. “You
smell divine,” he huffed as he licked the back of my neck and
inhaled. I wasn’t sure if he meant the perfume that I was
wearing or the smell of my juices, which now reeked from the pants,
carpet, and my own skin. Oz didn’t push me away, but he
glanced at the bed. He didn’t make his way toward it.
Damn! I was doing things all wrong.
I quickly dashed toward the bed and pulled back the comforter and
blankets. That’s when Oz made his way to bed. He
got on and laid in the middle of the bed. He patted the space
next to him. I immediately jumped onto the bed and pressed
myself against him. We shared one long passionate kiss while
out tongues wrestled in each other’s mouth. Once we broke
the kiss, I placed my head on his chest and listened to his
heartbeat. I wrapped my legs around his left leg and pressed my
dripping cunt against his thigh. He placed his left hand on my
back and pulled me close. I could have climaxed right then and
there, but I was able to hold it back. I knew deep inside
that the first climax with Ox by myself had to be caused by his
amazing cock. Nothing else would suffice.
*****
Sunday
Morning
I awoke to find Oz channel
surfing with a look of disgust on his face. “What’s
wrong, baby?” I cooed as I ran my finger along his chest.
“You don’t have cable.”
“I
usually just watch regular TV.”
“You
need cable. I have some shows that I like to watch, but I can’t
watch them here if there’s no cable. Looks like I will
need to go home.”
My heart sank as I
heard those words. I knew I had to get cable, but it was
Sunday. I couldn’t get anyone to come to the apartment
today. So I had to disappoint him, but I needed to do something
to please him as well. “I can’t get cable today,
but I will get it tomorrow. As for today, I can pay for my
glaring error by giving you a shower or bath,” I cooed.
“Let’s go,” Oz spoke as I took his hand and lead
him toward my bathroom.
Once inside, I
turned on the hot water and we both stepped into the shower and
closed the curtain behind us. I pulled him close and felt his
dick against my leg. I wanted it inside me, but I remembered
what Oz said. He was right. I had to wait. I kissed
him passionately as the water cascaded down our nude bodies.
His hands caressed my tits and fondled my ass, causing me to coo in
his mouth as we kissed. We eventually broke the kiss and I
grabbed the soap. I promised him a shower and I was going to
give one to him. We both moved out of the path of the water.
I worked the soap into a good a lather in my hands. I then got
down on my knees and gripped his legs. I slid my hand up and
down his legs, making sure I got soap on them. I slowly made my
way up and paused briefly when I saw his dick. I licked my lips
as I saw his member waiting for me. I purposely left it alone
and continued to spread soap to his hips and stomach. Hell, I
intend to
clean it later in a different manner. I slowly
rose to my feet as I rubbed soap onto his chest and shoulders, making
sure to caress him as I worked. I then turned him around and
did the same to his back. I couldn’t help myself when I
got to his cheeks. I simply had to grope his ass for a few
seconds before I continued my journey on his back. Once
completed, I applied a generous lather of soap to my tits. I
pressed myself against his back, reached forward, and pulled him to
me as I slid my tits up and down his back. I eventually
released him, applied more soap to my tits, and pressed myself
against his chest. I slid up and down against his chest.
This time, he reached for my ass and gripped them. I purred as
I felt his dick against me. I wanted it so badly, but I knew I
had to control myself. But before I could do anything else, Oz
pulled me into the path of the water. The warm water splashed
against our body, washing the soap toward the
drain. I
kissed him passionately as the water splashed against our faces.
I didn’t mind. I had my man, Oz.
Oz
turned off the water as I opened the curtain. I could see that
the room was filled with steam. I quickly grabbed a towel and
dried him off. I also apologized for not having enough towels,
but he didn’t mind. After I dried him off, I pulled the
towel away from and was about to dry my face when he asked, “Do
you like walking around your apartment in the nude?”
“I do,” I quickly replied.
“Forget
drying off then. Go make me some breakfast,” Oz ordered.
I nodded and placed the towel back on the hanger. I skipped out
of the room and went to the kitchen to cook for my man.
“Breakfast is ready!” I called out after spending about
ten minutes in the kitchen.
“Wow!
You made me eggs, bacon, and sausage. Where is your plate?”
Oz asked as he hugged me from behind. The man had obviously
gotten dressed while I was cooking.
“I
only want something to drink,” I spoke as I smacked my
lips.
“So naughty . . . that’s what
I like about you,” he spoke as he nibbled on my earlobe.
“I’m going to eat my breakfast. You can go freshen
up. Add some makeup and some accessories. If you look
stunning, you’ll get your drink.”
My body quivered with excitement as I heard those words. Thus,
I ran toward my bedroom when he released me. I quickly washed
and dried my face. I dried my hair and then sat down in front
of the vanity mirror. I applied a heavy coat of shiny metallic
purple lipstick. I then sealed it gloss. I then added
more black to eyebrows before painting my eyelids a shiny violet.
I extended my eyelashes and smacked my lips. I then placed a
silver choker around my neck, followed by silver hooped earrings.
It took about twenty minutes to slap everything together. I
then exited the bedroom, but slowed down to a more sensual walk when
I got to the living room. I could see Oz sitting on the couch,
watching TV. There was a box next to him.
“A deliveryman dropped this off while you were in the bedroom.
Open it,” Oz spoke.
I sat down beside him
on the couch and opened the box. “Wow!” I gushed as
I saw more boxes of my favorite chocolate. I pulled all the
chocolate boxes out and placed them on the table. I then saw
some magazines and books. I put them on the table as well.
“You can read those since you’re not going to work for a
few weeks,” Oz spoke.
“Yes sir,”
I quickly agreed.
“Here you go,” he
spoke as he fed me some chocolate from a previously opened box.
I took it without hesitation, closing my eyes, savoring the taste.
It tasted so yummy. The milky cream that flooded my taste buds
was intense . . . but that’s when I remembered Oz’s
spunk. It too tasted creamy and rich. I moaned aloud and
shifted, trying to head toward Oz’s dick, but he stopped me.
“Not yet. Finish this box so we can throw it away.
Don’t want to clutter the living n the room,” he spoke.
That Oz, always thinking of me. So I ate the rest of the
chocolate. One by one, I devoured them; loving every second of
it.
When the chocolates were gone, I looked at
him and he nodded. I immediately undid his pants. I
pulled them and his boxers down to his ankles. I fingered his
balls before cupping them. That allowed me to lick the base of
his dick several times before I traced my tongue all the way to the
tip. I started to lick the underside of the man’s dick as
it grew and grew. Before long, I held the base of his cock as I
bobbed my head up and down the entire length of his cock. Oz
didn’t restrict my speed this time so I was going pretty fast.
Within a few minutes, he blew his hot delicious load into my mouth.
I guzzled it down, every last drop.
“You
have to take that disability form to the doctor to have him sign it
tomorrow. You know that don’t you, Diana?” Oz asked
as he held my chin and looked me dead in the eyes.
I saw his green eyes and I felt myself melt while the trickle of
juice coming from pussy, doubled. “Yes sweetie.
I’ll take it to the doctor and get it signed,” I panted
before I dove back onto his dick.
I
don’t remember how long I pleasured his dick, but I must have
drank at least six loads of his delicious spunk. In fact, my
makeup was a mess thanks to all the sweating. As I tried to
catch my breath, Oz grabbed my cheeks and pulled me back toward his
dick. I obediently stuck out my tongue and began to clean his
cock. Once I had licked up