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First Date

I awoke with a start and sprang to my feet. The textbook that had been lying in my lap fell to the floor with a loud thud. I looked about with alarm. The last thing I remembered was answering the door and two men wearing ski masks grabbing me. They weren't very big but they had caught me by surprise and quickly overpowered me. Before I could cry out, one of them had my arms pinned behind my back while the other covered my face with a cloth. I tried to resist but I felt my strength abandoning me and I soon fell unconscious.

I shook my head to clear the cobwebs from my mind. I had obviously fallen asleep on the couch. I bent down and picked up the textbook from the floor and carefully placed it on the coffee table. My Biology grades had been slipping lately and I was in danger of ruining my perfect grade point average. Consequently, I had been spending all my free time reading and studying. My boyfriend, Brad, had been hounding me lately to go out on a date but I had flatly refused. I was determined to graduate at the top of my class and my social life would have to take a back seat to my schoolwork until then.

I looked at my watch and suddenly realized that I had to hurry to get ready. I started unbuttoning my blouse as I walked into the bedroom.

I noticed some clothes lying on the bed but I couldn't remember putting them there. They were my size but definitely not my style. I picked up the tiny black dress and held it in front of me. It was cut low enough at the top that it would barely cover my breasts and short enough at the bottom that it would scarcely cover my ass. I laid it aside and picked up the next article of clothing, a black lace push-up bra. With my ample bosom, wearing this would make me look like some kind of obscene Barbie doll. The next three items were a pair of black lace panties, a black lace garter belt and a pair of sheer black stockings. The final item was a pair of black shoes with five-inch stiletto heals that I wouldn't even be able to stand up in.

I figured my roommate, Jennifer, had left the clothes for me. She was always trying to get me to dress more provocatively. She had gone out with her boyfriend earlier in the evening wearing a short leather skirt and tight T-shirt that screamed 'fuck me'. And, although I felt my body was better than hers, I preferred to dress more conservatively.

I finished undressing and wrapped myself in a fresh towel before heading for the bathroom. I knew that no one else was home but I was uncomfortable with nudity and preferred to stay covered up. I started the water and let it warm up before I removed the towel and stepped into the shower. The feel of the warm spray on my skin felt wonderful. I quickly began coating my body with a thick rich lather.

As I soaped the back of my neck, I suddenly felt a sharp pain. I carefully touched my neck and found a small bandage. "What the hell...?"

I wondered out loud. The bandage was located just below the hairline at the base of my skull; not someplace I would normally injure in day-to-day activity. And even if I had cut myself, I would certainly remember putting a bandage on it. I tried my hardest to figure out how the bandage got there but drew a blank.

I continued soaping the rest of my body, being careful to avoid the spot on my neck where I had recently had a mole removed.

Caressing my breasts, I felt a warm tingling sensation spread throughout my body. I closed my eyes and let my mind wander as I enjoyed the wonderful sensation. I thought about the vast number of terms that men had come up with to describe the mounds of flesh that adorned a woman's chest. Boobs, knockers, jugs, melons; the list was seemingly endless. I personally found these terms demeaning and preferred more clinical terms such as breasts, bosom or bust.

As I continued to fondle my tits with one hand, I reached down and started stroking between my legs with the other.

Brad had once asked me to shave my pussy but I had told him that only sluts and whores shaved their pussies. Besides, the small tuft of hair directly above my snatch proved that I was a real blonde. Seeing how annoyed I was, Brad quickly dropped the subject and never mentioned it again.

The feel of my long slender fingers softly rubbing my slit was sending waves of pleasure coursing up my spine and into my brain. My arousal jumped to a new level as I thought about Brad. His ice blue eyes and brilliant smile caused a fire to ignite in my cunt. I imagined it was his hands stroking and caressing me. My heart began to beat wildly in my chest.

Then, suddenly, the feeling began to fade. I rubbed my pussy more vigorously as I pulled and squeezed my engorged nipples. I was desperate to retain the pleasant sensations that were washing over me. I tried to concentrate on Brad's image but his cold stare and angry snarl seemed determined to extinguish the flame of passion that blazed within me.

A moment later, Brad's image vanished and another man appeared in my mind. He looked vaguely familiar but I couldn't remember where I had seen him before. He had a slight overbite and black curly hair that looked like he hadn't washed it in days. He wore horn-rimmed glasses with thick lenses and his nose was too big for his face.

I felt this man's hands gently caressing my sensitive skin. His fingers were electric and sent jolts of excitement rippling through my body.

Within seconds, I had reached a level of arousal I had never imagined possible. My heart was beating so fast it threatened to leap from my chest and my breathing was coming in quick labored gasps. I slumped to the shower floor and spread my legs as wide as they would go. Viciously thrusting three fingers in and out of my burning cunt, I frantically sought the release that seemed just beyond my reach. Finally, in anguish and desperation, I whispered "Please!"

The man in my mind smiled and, a moment later, my whole body tensed and erupted in the biggest orgasm I had ever experienced. Every nerve in my body seemed to explode with pleasure as a blinding white light overwhelmed my mind. For almost a minute my body convulsed involuntarily until I finally succumbed to sensory overload and reluctantly sank into peaceful unconsciousness.

When I awoke a few minutes later, I was still shaking from my earth-shattering climax. I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself as I carefully climbed to my feet. A warm glow enveloped my mind and body as I resumed my shower. I felt a flash of arousal as I washed the juices from my thighs but I realized, if I didn't finish my shower quickly, I wouldn't be ready in time. I turned up the cold water and hastily shampooed my long hair.

I was about to turn off the water when I suddenly realized I had forgotten something. After lathering between my legs, I reached for my razor and carefully began scraping the hair from my pussy. I spread my legs to facilitate access as I deftly shaved my snatch, watching the hair fall to the shower floor and disappear down the drain. It was a slow process but eventually I ran my hand across my crotch and it felt perfectly smooth. I smiled with satisfaction.

I stepped out of the shower and quickly dried myself off. Then, wrapping the towel around me, I walked out into the living room. Picking up the telephone, I dialed Brad's number and a few seconds later he answered.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Brad. It's Susan", I said coolly

"Hey there", he replied. We hadn't talked in several days and he was obviously happy to hear from me. "To what do I owe this pleasure?" he inquired.

"I just wanted to tell you that I don't think we should see each other any more", I answered. It had occurred to me in the shower that I had outgrown Brad. He was fun to be around and he was good in bed but I needed someone more mature. I felt bad about dumping him over the telephone but I decided it was better to get it over with quickly.

"What?" he exclaimed in disbelief.

This was one of the reasons I was breaking up with him; sometimes he could be so dense. "I don't think we should see each other any more", I repeated, trying to hide my annoyance.

"But..." he started to say.

I could see it coming. He was going to start whining and pleading. That was another reason I was breaking up with him; he had no backbone.

"Listen", I said sternly, "What we had was fun while it lasted but I've found somebody else. Someone who's more of a man than you'll ever be. I don't want to see you again and I don't want you calling me. Is that clear?" I knew I was being harsh but it was for his own good.

"But..." he started again.

Now I was starting to get angry. "Can't you get it through that thick skull of yours?" I yelled. "It's over between us. Now stop harassing me or I'll call the cops." With that, I slammed the receiver down. My blood was boiling in my veins and my hands were shaking with anger. I couldn't believe I had ever gone out with that loser. I took a deep breath and tried to compose myself. A few seconds later, the telephone rang. I merely reached down and unplugged it. I walked into the bedroom feeling an overwhelming sense of relief. I knew I hadn't heard the last of Brad but at least I had taken the first step in ridding myself of that deadbeat.

As I removed my towel and dried my hair, I examined myself in the mirror. At age 22, I was in my prime. I had what most people refer to as 'natural beauty'. My emerald green eyes were clear and bright and my lips, although not exceedingly full, formed a natural pout. I didn't wear much make-up because I thought it made me look cheap and tawdry. My skin was smooth and relatively flawless and, except for my bikini lines, I had a deep even tan that gave me a healthy glow. I wasn't skinny by any means but I worked out regularly to maintain my flat stomach and trim muscular legs. My most noticeable feature by far, however, was my enormous tits, a pair of 38DD's that were firm and round. I hated the way men stared at my chest whenever I walked into a room. Usually, I wore baggy clothing to help obscure the shape that nature saw fit to curse me with.

I was getting melancholy so I decided to get dressed. Nothing makes me feel better than getting dressed up. I walked over and inspected the clothes I had laid out on the bed. The first thing I grabbed was the black lace garter belt. I quickly fastened it snuggly around my waist and arranged the clips so they hung down the front and back of my legs.

I then reached for the sheer black stockings. This was the first time I had noticed that the stockings had a seam up the back that made them a little more daring. I slowly applied the stockings to my long slender legs, enjoying the sensuous pleasure of the soft nylon on my skin as I smoothed out all the wrinkles. Then, I grabbed the skimpy black panties and hastily put them on. The feel of the soft fabric on my freshly-shaven pussy was heavenly. Next, I slipped into the shoes. I carefully climbed to my feet and took a few seconds to become accustomed to the height they added. I paced back and forth a few times quickly getting the hang of walking in the long pointy heels. I noticed that the shoes made my ass sway seductively as I walked and I blushed with embarrassment. Finally, I reached down and retrieved the push-up bra.

Nervously slipping it over my arms, I wrapped it around my chest and struggled to get it fastened. It felt like the constricting fabric was cutting off my circulation as it lifted my boobs and thrust them forward suggestively. When the bra was finally done up, I examined myself in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction. Although I was extremely uncomfortable, I knew that all eyes would be on me whenever I entered a room.

I quickly brushed my wavy hair and admired the way it framed my face.

Then, I made a decision. This was going to be a special night and I wanted to look special. I walked out of the bedroom and into Jennifer's room. A vast variety of make-up products adorned her dresser. I knew that Jennifer didn't like me taking things without asking but this was an emergency. There wasn't enough time to go out and get my own make-up and Jennifer wasn't around to give her permission. I took the things I needed and went back to my room.

First, I applied a heavy foundation. Then, I applied plenty of blusher to accentuate my cheekbones. I used mascara and eyeliner to make my lashes look long and full. Next, I applied eye shadow to bring out the color of my eyes. The final touch was a thick coating of bright red lipstick to give me the trashy look I was going for. I carefully examined the final product and was pleased.

I had just finished slipping into my dress when the doorbell rang.

Moving as quickly as I could in my heels, I hurried to answer it. As I opened the door, my heart sank. Standing in the doorway was an ugly little nerd in a cheap suit, holding a pathetic bunch of half-dead flowers. I was incredibly annoyed. Here I was getting ready for the most important date of my life and this dweeb had the audacity to interrupt my preparations. "Yes?" I asked curtly.

He ogled my body with his eyes bugging out of his head and a gobbet of drool forming in the corner of his mouth. When his gaze finally returned to my face, he smiled nervously and asked, "Are you ready to go?" His voice was like fingernails on a chalkboard and he smelled like he had bathed in cheap aftershave. The way he looked at me gave me the creeps and a shiver of revulsion ran down my spine.

I walked up to him, towering over him by a couple of inches. I then wrapped my arms around his neck and placed my lips firmly against his.

My tongue forced its way past his lips and explored the recesses of his mouth. He was stunned at first but soon recovered and pulled me to him.

His hands began to caress my back as I ground my crotch against his leg and pressed by tits into his chest. His touch was as electrifying as I had imagined in the shower. I could feel my nipples straining against the fabric of my bra and when he roughly squeezed my buttocks I let out a moan of delight. By the time we broke the kiss I was breathing heavily and I could feel a dampness forming between my legs.

He stood there for several seconds just staring at me glassy-eyed and I felt flushed with excitement. I placed my hands on my hips and thrust my chest forward invitingly. A few beads of sweat started to form on his brow when, abruptly, he presented me with the lovely bouquet he had brought. "These are for you", he said nervously.

They were the most beautiful flowers I had ever seen. I quickly took them and smelled their sweet fragrance. "They're beautiful" I gushed.

"You are so sweet." I then leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, giving him a clear view down my dress. He swallowed hard. "Come in while I put these in some water" I said eagerly. I then moved aside and motioned him to enter. He cautiously stepped inside and I closed the door behind him.

I walked into the kitchen with a spring in my step. I was humming merrily as I got out a vase and started arranging the flowers. I thought about how lucky I was to be dating the nicest guy on the face of the earth and how honored I was that he had asked me out. Then, suddenly, I had a strange thought. I didn't know his name. 'How could I agree to go out with someone without knowing his name?' I wondered. I was usually very selective about the men I dated and his name would be one of the first things I asked. I grabbed the vase of flowers and walked back into the living room.

Todd was still standing in the entranceway looking around uneasily.

"Would you like to sit and talk for a few minutes?" I suggested.

He looked at his watch. "We'd better go", he announced. "I made the reservations at Le Ronde for 8:00 and it's almost that now."

I was a little disappointed. I was hoping to get better acquainted before we went out but I quickly realized that there would be plenty of time for that later. Besides, Le Ronde was one of the best restaurants in town and I was starving. "Just let me grab my things", I said as I retrieved my purse from the small table by the front door. I quickly fished out the keys to the Toyota Camry my parents had given me when I started university. I handed the keys to Todd. There was also an extra key to my apartment on the ring but I wasn't concerned. I trusted Todd completely.

We didn't say much as we rode down in the elevator. Todd still seemed a little nervous but was starting to loosen up. He hesitantly put his arm around my waist and I gave him a reassuring smile. He smiled back at me and I felt my heart skip a beat. I had never felt this way about any man before.

The elevator finally deposited us in the parking garage and Todd showed me to his car, a nice looking Toyota Camry. It seemed familiar but I just figured I had seen it around the university. He had trouble driving at first, as if he was unfamiliar with a manual transmission, but he eventually got the hang of it.

As we drove to the restaurant, Todd's cologne was driving me wild. I placed my hand on his leg and started gently rubbing his thigh. He was startled and almost lost control of the car. It was frustrating but I decided I had better wait before trying anything else.

We eventually reached the restaurant and were greeted by a valet. I could see him admiring my body as I stepped out of the car and I made sure to spread my legs enough to give him a good show. Todd noticed the valet checking me out and gave me a playful pat on the ass. I just giggled and gave Todd a quick peck on the cheek. I could see the valet shaking his head in bewilderment as Todd escorted me up the long front walk. I figured he was wondering what a classy guy like Todd was doing with a tramp like me.

As the maitre d' showed us to our table, I could feel everyone watching us. Todd kept his arm firmly around my waist as he smiled at the other patrons. I knew he was displaying me like a prize trophy but I was the proudest woman in the world. As we reached the table, I pulled Todd close to me and gave him a deep passionate kiss, rubbing my leg against his. This drew murmurs and gasps from a few of the surrounding tables but I simply ignored them as I took my seat.

When the waiter arrived, Todd ordered for both of us. He ordered the filet mignon, well done, with a baked potato and mixed vegetables for him and a small garden salad for me. Then, he made a comment about me losing a few pounds and gave me a wink.

I was deeply hurt. I had done my best to look good for him and he so much as said I was fat. I started to mope. I wanted to tell him how upset I was but was afraid he would get mad. Finally, I worked up the nerve to say something.

"Thank you", I whispered. I was amazed at how insightful and considerate Todd was. He knew I was trying to watch my weight and had ordered just what I wanted. Again, I gave silent thanks that this wonderful man had deemed me worthy to be seen in public with him.

When the waiter delivered the food, I sat and quietly nibbled my salad.

Todd, meanwhile, droned on and on about the research he was conducting at the university. He was studying the physical characteristics of thought and memory or something like that. It was far too technical for me and so my mind started to wander. That's when I noticed something rather odd.

There was a man sitting at a nearby table with a laptop computer. He would occasionally type something on the keyboard then sit and wait.

Once or twice I noticed him glance in our direction. He looked a little familiar but I couldn't place where I had seen him before. When he saw me looking at him, he typed something into the computer then looked back at me and smiled.

Suddenly, I realized how incredibly handsome the man was. He had long stringy hair that was kind of dirty blonde and his face was pale and drawn. He had a skin condition I couldn't identify from a distance and his clothes were wrinkled and unkempt. I gave him a wink and a smile.

Unfortunately, Todd noticed I was no longer paying attention to him and turned to see what I was looking at. He glared at the man with the computer and mumbled something under his breath. He then mouthed something to the man but I couldn't make out what it was. Finally, he turned his attention back to me. I was afraid that he would be angry but he smiled at me and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I took a sip of wine and realized I had to pee. Excusing myself from the table, I quickly headed for the ladies' room. As I sat there on the toilet, I felt a growing sense of shame that I had embarrassed Todd by flirting with another man. I knew I had to do something to make it up to him and prove that I was only interested in him. That's when I had a wicked idea. Instead of pulling my panties back up when I was done, I slid them down and stepped out of them. Exiting the washroom, I noticed Todd talking to the man with the computer. Todd saw me and quickly headed back to our table.

My heart was pounding with excitement as I crossed the crowded restaurant, partly from the anticipation of what I was about to do and partly from the cool breeze blowing across my bare pussy. When I reached the table, I walked over and stood beside Todd. Then, taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I calmly held out the panties. "I thought you might like a little preview of what's to come", I said seductively.

Todd stared at the panties for several seconds. Then, he gave me a broad smile as he took the proffered garment. He held it under his nose and took a deep breath before stuffing it into his pocket.

I could see the looks of disdain from the patrons who witnessed the exchange but I didn't care. Todd was pleased and that's all that mattered. He even rewarded me by letting me have a small bowl of fresh fruit for dessert. I just smiled and sighed with contentment when Todd smiled back at me.

As Todd continued to regale me with stories about his research, I listened in rapt fascination. I still didn't understand what he was talking about but the sound of his voice was so hypnotizing that I could sit and listen to it for hours.

When the waiter delivered the check, I reached into my purse and carefully took out my money, making sure not to be seen. Luckily I had made a large withdrawal to pay for some new books so I had several hundred dollars with me. I furtively slipped the money to Todd while pretending to hold his hand. Todd peeled off several bills and left them on the table. He then placed the remaining money back in his pocket.

Leaving the restaurant, we passed the man with the computer. He appeared to be fishing around in his pockets for enough money to pay for his food. I quickly noted that he wasn't as handsome as I had thought he was. In fact, I didn't find him attractive at all. Although he wasn't particularly ugly, he also wasn't especially good looking. The best way to describe him was plain. I thought I saw Todd smile and hand him something but I could have been mistaken.

As we waited for the valet to bring Todd's car around, he asked me what I wanted to do. I suggested that we go and see a movie. Todd agreed as he slipped the valet a large tip.

Fifteen minutes later, we pulled into the parking garage of our building. I was glad I had insisted we go straight home. Being close to such a sexy man was making me incredibly horny and it had taken all the willpower I could muster not to attack him in the car. I could feel my juices trickling from my pussy and causing a damp spot on the back of my dress. My nipples were as hard as rocks and straining uncomfortably against my tight brassiere. The car smelled of my arousal and I was sorely tempted to reach between my legs to relieve myself. Only my desire to save myself for Todd kept me from plunging my fingers into my cunt.

The elevator ride to our apartment seemed to take forever. With each passing floor, I became more and more excited. My clothes seemed to be suffocating me and I started to breathe heavily. No sooner had the apartment door closed than I pulled Todd to me and kissed him passionately. He responded immediately, forcing his tongue into my mouth as his hands roamed my body. I reached up and ran my fingers through his hair, leaving them coated with a wonderful greasy film.

For several minutes we remained locked in each other's embrace until Todd finally pulled away and removed his jacket. I followed his lead and slipped off my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a heap.

Todd's eyes immediately moved to my hairless cunt. For over a minute he stared at me as I posed seductively. Then, he walked over and carried me off to the bedroom ... or at least he tried. He bent down and tried to pick me up but it quickly became apparent from his grunts and groans that he couldn't lift me.

Consumed by desire, I grabbed Todd and pulled him into the bedroom. I quickly removed his shirt as he tried to catch his breath. Then, with one smooth motion, I reached down and pulled his undershirt over his head. With a mighty shove, I pushed him backward onto the bed and swiftly removed his shoes and socks. By the time I started undoing his pants, my hands were shaking with anticipation. Finally, he lay on the bed staring at me in astonishment dressed in only his X-Files(tm) boxer shorts.

I jumped onto the bed and straddled him as I leaned down and resumed our kiss. I could feel my nipples pressing into him through the fabric of my brassiere and wanted desperately to feel my bare skin against his.

Reluctantly, I broke the kiss and sat up. I unclasped my bra and felt an overwhelming sense of liberation as my enormous jugs sprung free. I hastily tossed the garment aside, causing my tits to jiggle as I moved.

Todd reached up to touch my breasts but hesitated at the last second.

Impatiently, I grabbed his hands and placed them firmly on my aching boobs. I then moved his hands in a circular motion until he finally got the idea and began kneading and massaging the soft mounds of flesh. As his hands continued to work their magic on my heaving bosom, I reached down and started caressing his powerful chest. When he roughly pinched and twisted my nipples, I felt a sharp pain that forced me to moan with delight.

Overwhelmed by the need to taste his sweet nectar, I leaned down and, again, pressed my lips against his. Then, slowly, I began kissing and licking my way down his body, pausing only a moment to suck his nipples.

Finally, I reached his stomach and started making lazy circles around his belly button with my tongue. I hooked my fingers into the tops of his shorts and he politely lifted his ass as I removed his underwear.

My heart sank with disappointment when I saw his rather small penis. I reached out and easily wrapped my fingers around it and began stroking it softly. It quickly reached its full size, which I estimated at about 4-inches. Leaning forward, I gently kissed the head, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.

Taking a deep breath, I cautiously wrapped my lips around his huge member. I wasn't sure whether I could take the whole thing but I was determined to try. It was a struggle. I had to stop a couple of times to keep from choking but eventually I engulfed his entire length. With a sense of urgency, I began bobbing my head up and down on his massive cock, teasing it with my tongue as I did so. In only a few strokes I tasted the first drops of pre-cum and I knew that he was about to let loose. I braced myself for the torrent of delicious semen I knew was coming. A moment later, I was rewarded for my patience by the first surge erupting into my mouth. The volume threatened to overwhelm me but I hungrily swallowed every drop of his gooey white ambrosia. My taste buds tingled with excitement. For hours he pumped gallons of cum into me as I battled to contain the violent flow. Finally, he reached his limit and the tidal wave of life-giving juices began to ebb. With one last grunt, he shot his final load into my waiting maw as his cock began to quickly deflate. I smiled with satisfaction and set about the pleasant task of licking him clean.

Todd lay on the bed with a happy grin as I continued giving his member a sensuous tongue bath. Unfortunately, I was still horny and my body screamed for relief. Even after I had removed the last drop of cum from his flaccid penis, I sucked and licked it, trying desperately to coax it back to life. For half-an-hour I worked on his limp dick, stroking and kissing it gently as Todd just lay there motionless, occasionally letting out a contented sigh. I was about to surrender when his cock twitched. With renewed hope, I continued caressing it with my fingers and tongue. Fifteen minutes later, I was finally able to bring Todd's member back to full attention.

Overcome by lust, I quickly scrambled onto the bed and sat astride Todd's midsection. Reaching down and firmly grabbing his penis, I carefully aimed it at my swollen pussy. Then, with a single thrust, I impaled myself on his prick. A shudder of excitement ripped through my body as I felt him buried inside me. My vaginal muscles desperately grasped at his cock as I slowly lifted myself up.

Suddenly, I felt a wave of panic as his penis fell free. I quickly reinserted it and, again, lowered my cunt onto his member. This happened several times and I became increasingly frustrated.

Finally, I determined the limits of my movement and began a slow rhythmic humping. Each stroke caused a current of excitement to course through me as I gradually increased the speed of my thrusts. My heart began to beat wildly and my breathing became labored as I tried frantically to push my body to the climax that it craved. Then, suddenly, I felt Todd explode inside me. His fluids filled my womb as my head thrashed about wildly and I babbled incoherently. "I'm cumming", I yelled as I flopped about like a rag doll. I continued to squirm and writhe as if possessed while Todd shot his sperm into my vagina.

Finally, I felt his body tense and relax as he released the last of his semen. A moment later, I let out an ear-piercing scream as my body went completely rigid and I collapsed, gasping for air.

Todd wrapped his arms around me and looked at me with a satisfied smile before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

I lay there unmoving for several minutes. Then, I gently extracted myself from Todd's embrace and cautiously climbed off of the bed. Moving quietly, I slipped into the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet and spreading my legs as far apart as they would go, I quickly plunged three fingers into my pussy and began moving them in and out at a furious pace.

I wondered what was wrong with me as I ferociously teased my clit. Here I was having intercourse with the sexiest man I had ever met and I couldn't climax. I hoped that my act had fooled him. I didn't want him to think that I was a frigid bitch who couldn't get off.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out as a huge spasm suddenly racked my body and my mind was flooded with ecstasy. For several minutes I was lost in the throes of orgasm until I finally reached my peak and started the slow descent back to full awareness. I smiled with happiness as my muscles relaxed and I slumped against the bathroom sink.

When I finally regained my strength, I wandered back into the living room basking in the afterglow of our lovemaking. I knew that Jennifer could walk in any second and see me almost naked but I didn't care. I kept replaying the evening's events in my mind. I recalled the wonderful meal in that expensive restaurant where Todd had treated me like a queen. I remembered how he had swept me off my feet and carried me into the bedroom. I shuddered with excitement as I remembered how he had ravaged my body, sending me over the brink into the sweet embrace of orgasm again and again. I knew that every time we made love couldn't be as good as the first but the memory of this night would keep me satisfied in the weeks to come. That way I could concentrate on trying to please Todd and repay him for this one spectacular experience.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed my textbook laying on the coffee table. I picked it up and carried it into the kitchen. Then, with a smile, I dropped it in the garbage. I wouldn't have time to be going to school. I needed to get a job to support Todd.

As I wandered back into the living room, I racked my brain trying to figure out what kind of job I could get. Suddenly, it hit me. Some of my friends had joked that I could make a fortune as a stripper. I decided it was time to see if they were right. Tomorrow, after I informed the registrar that I was dropping out, I would go to one of those clubs on the other side of town and apply for work as a dancer. First, though, I would have to buy some appropriate clothes. I didn't have any cash so I would have to use the credit card my father gave me for emergencies. I was sure that this situation qualified. With a little hard work, I was certain I could keep Todd clothed and fed. And if it turned out that I wasn't making enough money, I could always become a prostitute. After all, selling my body was a small sacrifice to make for the man I loved more than life itself.

With that thought, I felt a feeling of contentment and I knew that everything was right with the world. I walked back into the bedroom and saw Todd still sleeping naked on the bed. Quickly removing the rest of my clothes, I crawled up beside him as he sleepily opened his eyes and smiled at me. I lay my head down on his chest and he put his arm around me. We both fell asleep with looks of total bliss on our faces.

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Steven reclined the seat of the rental car and rubbed his tired eyes. He was exhausted from staring at the computer screen for the last six hours and needed some sleep. He looked up at the apartment building and thought about Todd having sex with his new girlfriend. The computer chip had worked even better than they had anticipated. In one evening, Susan had gone from a strong-willed independent woman, who would never have given Todd or Steven the time of day, to a submissive slut who would do anything to make Todd happy. He had stored all the changes he had made to Susan and someday they might restore her to her former self. But for now, Todd would have fun with Susan and treat her like the whore she now was.

Steven felt his cock harden as he thought about tomorrow night when he would be the one with the girl and Todd would be the one with the computer. Things would be even easier because Steven had selected Susan's roommate, Jennifer, to be his new plaything. Jennifer wasn't the large breasted sex goddess that Susan was. She was more petite and delicate, the way Steven liked them. And, instead of having to assault Jennifer to knock her out, Todd would have Susan slip something into Jennifer's food or drink. Then, it would simply be a matter of implanting the chip in Jennifer's brain and letting Todd reprogram her thoughts while Steven took her out for dinner. Steven knew Todd was still upset about the incident in the restaurant but he was relatively certain Todd wouldn't do anything to screw up his date.

Finally, succumbing to fatigue, Steven closed his eyes as visions of the lovely Jennifer sucking his cock danced through his head. He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face and an erection in his pants.

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