Courtesan

Greenman

Thanks for the kind comment. I look forward to reading the next segments of your story.

Techcuck

Congratulations on your retirement and I concur with cuckold4one. We need to be thanking you. If my stories helped you get through this time, then that was reamister enough to write them.

Please let us know when you are safe at home and out of harms way.

Storm

As usual, thanks

Peak

Thanks, loving cuckold stories are a gratifying description. That is what I'm trying to write.

cuckold4one

Thanks for the comment and the nice comment to Techcuck

Trf2

Thanks for the bump and the comment.

Gentlemen thank you all again for taking a moment to tell me you're enjoying my story.

I'm sorry I've been a bit slow with this next segment. My wife and I were enjoying the Memorial Day holiday. I was also afflicted by a substantial case of writer's block. I wrote three segments that I ended up deleting.

GH

Mandy and I stood by the wall and watched while everyone raised their glasses of wine and drank. We were of course slaves. As slaves, we weren't allowed to participate in toasts with our superiors.

As soon as everyone set their glasses down Kelly turned to Mandy and me. "Nymph and dicklet, it's time to serve the lasagna."

Mandy bowed politely and answered; "Yes Ms. Mamister, right away." Then she turned to me. "Come dicklet, we have work to do."

The dinner was a great success. The lasagna was well received. Gary had three helpings, Chris and Antoine each had two. During the meal Mandy and I hovered around the edges of the table filling wine and water glasses and generally trying to provide anything that was needed. Kelly acted the role of the arrogant hostess perfectly. She did everything she could to make me feel like a lowly slave. It was unbelievably exciting.

Once everyone was finally finished eating, Kelly turned to me. "Dicklet, that was an excellent meal."

At the other end of the table Antoine pushed his chair back and laughed. "It was fabulous, I ate so much that I might have to take a two hour nap."

Tonya poked him in the ribs. "Not a chance big boy. We have some serious fucking to do before you can even think about relax."

Antoine grinned at everyone and then he shook his head in mock distress. "Being a handsome stud certainly can be stressful at times."

Tonya rolled her eyes. "Watch it studman, I might just decide to trade you in for Timmy. His tongue felt very nice when he was under the table. Before you say anything more I would suggest take a moment to consider about how it would feel to go home tonight without getting laid at all. You might discover that there's more than one kind of stress in this world."

Antoine winked at me and then he turned to Tonya. "Ms. Lewis, I beg you to forgive my brash and impulsive remarks. I was foolish and spoke without thinking. Everyone knows that a man would have to be completely witless to even consider taking a nap when he knew that your delectable favors were soon to be available to him."

Everyone was chuckling. Tonya stared at Antoine. She was trying to maintain a stern expression, but finally she burst out laughing.

Antoine started to speak again, but Kelly held up her hand. "Toine as a close permisteral friend I would advise you to be quiet. When you find yourself standing neck deep in a hole it's generally a good idea to stop digging."

Antoine flashed her a boyish grin. "My grandlady used to tell me that." He shrugged. "But I was never very good at taking her advice."

Kelly shook her head, then she pushed her chair back and stood up. "Why don't we retire to the living room before our brash friend buries himself completely."

She turned to me. "Dicklet, what do we have for dessert?"

"I have a nice selection of the same chocolates that I served to you and Mr. Kendricks last night."

My wife nodded her approval. "Very good."

She smiled at her guests. "The chocolates are excellent. My slave buys them at a little shop near the University."

That was the first time that Kelly actually referred to me as "my slave". It sent a shiver of excitement rippling through my body.

Chris stood up and offered his arm to my wife. She took it. Everyone else also stood. As they were all leaving Kelly called to me. "Dicklet, we'll have dessert and coffee in the living room. You should also bring a round of rusty nails."

As I watched my wife walk out of the dining room clinging to the arm of another man I quietly said; "Yes Ms. Mamister, right away."

Mandy took my hand in hers and cuddled up next to me. I was very aware of her naked breast as it pressed against my bare arm. She gently kissed my cheek. "Being a cuckold slave can be painful."

I sighed. "Yes it can."

She giggled. "It's good that you're a masochist isn't it."

I stared at her for a moment and then I started laughing. "Yes, it certainly is."

Mandy winked at me and then she started pulling me towards the kitchen. "Let's go slaveboy, we have more work to do."

As I followed Mandy I remembered how excited she'd been earlier that day about the prospect of getting to serve as a slave with me. I now understood. This could be very lonely job if you were doing it by yourself.

Once we got into the kitchen we went to work. It was fun, we were learning to function as a team. I'd already brewed two pots of coffee. While I was filling two carafes, Mandy set up a tray with cups and saucers, a small pitcher of cream and a bowl of sugar. After I put the carafes of coffee on her tray I made a plate of chocolates and set it on the tray next to the cups and coffee. As soon as that was done Mandy picked up the tray and carried it into the living room.

After she was gone I went to work making eight rusty nails. While I was mixing the after dinner cocktails I heard music start to play. I listened. It was Otis Redding. That made me smile. The party was starting heat up. My wife loved to dance to old rhythm and blues mistergs.

While I was finishing the cocktails Mandy walked back into the kitchen. As she set her empty tray on the counter I asked, "How did they like the chocolates?"

She laughed. "Nobody noticed them. Keisha is doing a strip tease."

I raised my eyebrows. "Really?"

"Yes, it's something that we do all the time for the associates we entertain at Eagle Lake and Evergreen.'

I smiled as I imagined my wife dancing naked for a group of middle aged businessmen.

Mandy noticed my wistful expression and laughed. "Your imagination is running wild right now isn't it Timmy."

I grinned at her. "Yes, it certainly is."

She loaded six of the rusty nails onto her tray and picked it up. "Why don't you start clearing the dining room table while I deliver these cocktails. That will allow you to sneak a few peeks at what's happening in the living room."

I eagerly followed Mandy out of the kitchen.

Once I was in the dining room I went right to work gathering up plates, silverware and glasses. While I worked I glanced into the living room.

As usual I first looked for Kelly. She was sitting on the couch nuggled up to Chris. He had his arm possessively wrapped around her shoulders. Her hand was resting on his lap. I was quite certain that she was massaging his cock while they watched Keisha dance.

Antoine and Tonya were seated on the love seat. Tonya was cuddled up to Antoine. She also appeared to be rubbing his cock.

Gary was sitting in the large stuffed chair. Keisha was straddling him. She was completely naked. Gary was sucking on one of her large brown breasts while she seductively swayed her hips to the steady rhythm of an Otis Redding misterg.

I gathered up a stack of dishes and carried it into the kitchen. While I was loading the dishes into the dishwasher Mandy came in carrying her tray. It was filled with dirty glasses. I smiled. She was a great work partner.

She set her tray down on the counter next to the dishwasher and casually remarked, "If you're curious, that's often how we do it at Evergreen and Eagle Lake."

I paused for a moment. "I am curious, tell me more."

"Okay, when the partners are entertaining a group of business contacts, each of us is generally assigned to one specific permister. Our job is to make sure that our man has an evening, a day or sometimes even an entire weekend that he'll never forget. Basically we try to become his very hot girlfriend for the whole time were with him. After we've had dinner we'll often retire to one of the parlors so that we can take turns dancing for our men while everyone else watches. When it's our turn our man moves to a chair of honor and we put on the hottest show for him that we possibly can. It's usually a combination strip tease and lap dance."

I grinned at her. "I'll bet it's extremely popular."

Mandy nodded. "Oh yes."

The Otis Redding misterg ended. There was a short pause and then I heard Wilmister Pickett start singing.

Mandy listened for a moment and then she said, "It must be Tonnie's turn to dance. She loves Wilmister Pickett."

Kelly did too. I smiled to myself. I'd spent countless hours with my face buried between Kelly's thighs while she lay on her back with her eyes closed listening to "In the Midnight Hour".

Mandy grabbed my hand and pulled me out the kitchen door. "Come on Timmy, let's go see a little bit of Tonya's dance while we finish clearing the dining room table."

As soon as we entered the dining room we moved to a spot where we could discreetly peek into the living room. Kelly was still on the couch snuggled up to Chris, but now his pants were unzipped. His huge cock was out. My wife was slowly stroking him while they watched Tonya dance.

Gary and Keisha had moved to the love seat. Keisha was still completely naked. Gary's pants were open and his cock was out. Keisha was bent over sucking him while he watched Tonya.

Antoine was now occupying the stuffed chair. His eyes were glued on Tonya as she stood in front of him lasciviously swinging her hips in time to the music while she slowly inched her skirt down her thighs.

I chuckled.

Mandy looked at me and said, "What?"

I grinned at her. "You four women definitely know how to entertain a man."

Mandy grinned back at me. "Yes we most certainly do."

We watched for another minute and then Mandy whispered to me, "Come on Timmy, let's finish clearing the dining room table."

I reluctantly went back to work. We quickly gathered up the rest of the dishes and carried them into the kitchen. As I was loading them into the dishwasher Mandy said, "I'll be right back. I'm going to go check to see if anyone needs anything."

I nodded. Mandy hurried out of the kitchen. She was gone for several minutes. I was putting the detergent into the dishwasher when she returned.

"Timmy hurry up and finish what you're doing. Tonya's almost done with her dance, then it will be Kelly's turn. She said it would be okay for you to kneel in the corner of the living room and watch while she dances for Chris. She also told me to tell you that after Chris, Antoine and Gary leave you're going to get to sit in the big chair and all four of us are going to take turns dancing for you. She said that you'd understand."

I smiled. Kelly remembered how hurt I'd felt on the previous Wednesday when I learned that she'd been regularly dancing for a myriad of other men, but she'd never once danced for me. Once she realized what had happened, I think Kelly was just as hurt as I was. That was the day we ended up driving down to her old office so that she could pick up some of the sexy outfits she wore when she did her entertaining. She was determined that we would not go to relax that night until she'd danced for me.

I closed the dishwasher. After I pushed the power button I turned to Mandy. "Yes I understand. You might say that it's a gesture intended to make up for an oversight that occurred during our recent marital troubles."

Mandy quietly said, "I think all of us understand." Then her compassionate expression turned to a smile and she started giggling. "Later tonight Mr. Jamiemister, we are going to give you a show that you will never forget." She grabbed my hand. "But right now it's time to watch your wife dance for her boyfriend. Come on Timmy, this is going to be really hot."

She pulled me through the kitchen door. I don't imagine that I need to tell you that I didn't put up any resistance.

Thanks GH. It doesn't matter if it takes awhile between posts from you, because it always turns out to be worth the wait. Of course, time off for golf would be a better reamister than writers block and deleted segments.

Storm

I will admit that I have also been playing plenty of golf.

Thanks for the comment.

GH

As we entered the dining room the Wilmister Pickett misterg was ending. Mandy led me over to the dining room table. A black leather dog leash lay coiled in the spot where Chris had been sitting. I was certain that it hadn't been there when we were clearing the table a few minutes earlier.

Mandy picked it up. As she attached it to my collar she explained, "This is my idea. I had it in my overnight bag. If you're going to get to watch your wife dance for another man you really should be properly leashed."

I stared at her with a shocked expression, but I didn't resist. I was incredibly excited and very nervous.

Mandy sensed my apprehension and quietly said, "Just relax Timmy. This is going to be very exciting and you don't have anything to worry about. Everyone in that room but Gary understands and if he opens his mouth Tonnie, Keish and I will rip his balls off."

That made me laugh and it also relaxed me. I smiled at her.

Mandy smiled back at me. "That's better." She kissed my cheek and then she reached down the front of my shorts and gently grasped my penis. I had an erection. She started giggling. "I guess you're not too upset."

I nodded. "No I guess I'm not."

Mandy began slowly stroking my penis.

I took a deep breath.

She whispered. "When I lead you into the living room, I want you to be so excited that you can barely control yourself. This is going to be the most humiliating experience of your entire life. Your wife is going to do a very erotic strip tease for another man and you're going to have to kneel in the corner like a dog and watch."

She continued stroking my tiny erection. While she was doing it, Mandy slipped her other hand under my tee shirt and grabbed one of my nipples. She stared into my eyes and then she gave it a vicious twist.

I gasped.

She smiled and gave my nipple another twist.

I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

"What are you?"

Her question confused me. I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

She twisted my nipple again. "What are you? Tell me!"

Suddenly I understood. I breathlessly answered, "A slave!"

"That's right, who's slave?"

"Ms. Mamister's slave."

"Are you going to disturb her while she dances for her lover?"

"No! I promise I won't."

"Why not?"

"Because she's my Mistress. Entertaining her lover is her right."

"Very good slaveboy." Mandy smiled and released my nipple but kept stroking my penis. "Timmy are you excited?"

I laughed. "I don't think I've ever been this excited in my entire life."

An Al Green misterg started playing. That made me smile, Kelly loved Al Green.

Mandy patted my butt. "It's time. Get down on your hands and knees."

I did as I was told. My entire body was tingling with excitement. As soon as I was on my knees Mandy whispered, "Are you ready Babydoll?"

I looked up at her. "Yes, yes I am."

"All right." Mandy tugged on my leash and said, "Heel". And then she started to walk. I crawled along next to her. My heart was pounding as she led me to the entrance to the living room.

Timmy's heart is pounding ?! It's alright for him, he's a young man. What about us poor readers with older hearts. There should be health warning with this one at the moment GH. Great stuff.

I've been away for a while; when I come back, what do I find here but still more erotic masterpiece material? GH, thanks from the bottom of my heart!

Peak

As always, thanks for the kind comment.

GH

Asehpe

Nice to have you back. Thanks for commenting.

GH

Kelly looked over at me. After giving me a quick wink she turned her attention back to her lover and started to dance again. Everyone's gaze immediately returned to her.

I watched with envy as Kelly stared into Chris's eyes while she lasciviously swayed her hips to the easy rhythm of the Al Green misterg. As she danced for her lover, my wife ran here fingers through her long blond hair and then slowly let her hands slip to her bare neck and shoulders.

I glanced at Chris. He was already mesmerized by my wife's seductive performance.

Kelly's fingers found her luscious breasts. They were barely concealed by the brazenly low cut bodice of the pink knit cocktail dress she was wearing. She fondled herself for a moment and then still moving her hips in time to the music my wife cupped those beautiful breasts in her hands and leaned forward so she could give her lover an unobstructed view of her ample cleavage. While she danced in this position Kelly slipped her thumbs into the bodice of her dress and pulled it down, freeing her large breasts.

Still moving to the rhythm of the music my wife stood and held up her naked breasts, symbolically offering them to her lover. Then she stared into his eyes as she lewdly lick her lips while she pulled and twisted her erect nipples.

Mandy leaned over and whispered to me, "Timmy are you okay?"

I smiled at her. "Yes, I'm fine."

Kelly's hands left her breasts and slowly followed the soft contours of her body to her hips where they found the hem of her very short skirt. She lifted her skirt, stepped back from Chris and started to dance more vigorously. She was joyfully moving her feet and swinging her hips in time to the music. Kelly loved to dance and it was obvious that she was having a good time. As she romped she flipped her long blond hair from side to side and playfully shook her now naked breasts.

My wife began to tease her lover with the hem of her skirt. Like a naughty little girl, she'd coquettishly lift it up, give Chris a quick peek at the cleft of her shaved pussy and then demurely pull her skirt back down again.

After doing this several times she winked at Chris and turned around. Still swaying her hips in time to the music; Kelly bent over, slowly raised her hem and exposed her gorgeous rear. While holding her skirt up with one hand, she reached between her legs with the other and began wantonly fingering her bare pussy.

Mandy reached over. When she felt my erection she giggled. "This is pretty hot isn't it Timmy."

I nodded. "Yes it is."

Kelly stood up, turned around and stared into Chris's eyes. She slowly pushed her dress down to her ankles and stepped out of it. Now she was wearing only her garter belt, nylon stockings and high heels.

My wife looked down at the dress lying on the carpet next to her feet. For a moment she seemed to be thinking, then she smiled and looked at me. She bent over, picked up the dress and said to Chris, "Don't go anywhere studman, I'll be right back."

Staring at me with a mischievous smile, Kelly walked over and carelessly tossed her dress at me. "Take care of this cuckboy. I won't be needing it anymore tonight."

I caught the dress in the air. As I carefully straightened it I obediently said, "Yes Ms. Mamister, I will."

Kelly winked at me and then she mouthed the words, "I love you Timmy."

I whispered, "I know that Ms. Mamister. I love you too."

She nodded to me and then she turned, walked back over to Chris and stood directly in front of him. While she seductively swayed her hips in time to the music Kelly reached down, picked up his hand, placed it between her legs and closed her eyes. I heard my wife sigh as her lover pushed first one and then two fingers into her very wet cunt.

Wow, an awful lot of winking going on there. Same here reading that, only I think I'd spell it with an 'A'. I think I'll award it one too. Great work GH.

Peak

In the past I've told you how difficult it is for me to write sex scenes, so your comment is appreciated.

Thank you

GH

After enjoying her boyfriend's touch for a few seconds my wife took a deep breath and pull his hand away from her sex. They were both obviously very aroused.

Kelly smiled at Chris and said, "I think it's time for us to find a more private place to play." She gave his hand a firm tug.

As Chris stood up he chuckled and said, "I couldn't agree more."

My nearly naked wife started to lead her lover towards the hall that led to the bedrooms, but suddenly she stopped and turned around. There was an expression of mild chagrin on her face. She shook her head and said, "Keish and Tonnie please excuse that brief lapse of etiquette. I'm afraid I lost my good sense for a moment."

Tonya laughed. "That's all right Kel, we both understand."

Keisha started giggling. She leaned over and kissed the head of Gary's huge cock and then she looked up at my wife and said, "Yes we certainly do."

Kelly turned to Mandy and me. "Nymph will you please show Ms. Edwards and Mr. Simon to the guest room and dicklet will you make certain that Ms. Lewis and Mr. Carter are comfortable in the den."

Nymph stood up, tugged on my leash and pulled me to my feet. Once we were both standing she said, "Yes Ms. Mamister, we'll see to heir every need."

Kelly smiled. "Thank you nymph."

She turned to her lover. "My dear, shall we retire."

Chris chuckled and gallantly offered his arm to my wife. "By all means."

A surge of envy tore through me as my naked wife took her boyfriend's arm, walked down the hallway and disappeared into our bedroom. After they were gone I stood silently staring at the closed door. For a moment I didn't move.

Mandy pulled me out of my reverie. She patted my butt. "Come on Timmy, we have chores to do."

That was all I needed. I smiled at her and said, "Thank you". Then I turned to Tonya and Antoine and gave them a polite bow. "Ms. Lewis and Mr. Carter, may I show you to the den?"

Next to me I heard Mandy say, "Ms. Edwards and Mr. Simon, may I show you to the guest room?"

Everyone stood and followed us. As soon as we had the four of them situated in their rooms Mandy and I returned to the living room. We gathered up all of the loose clothing, brought it to the respective bedrooms and neatly folded it while our superiors were getting comfortable.

After that was done we discreetly closed the bedroom doors and started to restore order to the house. We collected all of the loose plates and glasses in the living room, carried them to the kitchen and started the final cleanup.

While we were working Mandy casually remarked, "Timmy, considering that was your first time as a slave at a dinner party, you did a very good job."

I laughed. "I don't think I could have done it without you."

Mandy was drying a wine glass. She set it down, walked over to me and kissed my cheek. "We make a good team don't we dicklet."

I smiled. "Yes nymph, I think we do."

She reached down the front of my shorts and grabbed my penis. "After we finish cleaning up it's play time for the slaves." She giggled. "I can't wait to feel this cute little cock in my pussy."

Suddenly I was overcome with anxiety. I didn't say anything. I couldn't. I just stared at Mandy.

She let go of my penis and looked at me with a puzzled expression. "Timmy, what's wrong?"

I took a deep breath and worked to regain my composure. Finally I managed to say, "Nothing, it's just that..." I paused and sheepishly stared at the floor.

"What? You can tell me."

After a moment I whispered, "I've never done it with anybody but Kelly."

“Timmy, that's silly. Earlier today you licked my pussy in my office and I know you've played with both Tonya and Keisha.”

“That's true, but I never really did it with any of you.”

Mandy sighed. “You mean you never fucked us.”

In a very quiet voice I answered, “That's right.”

Mandy gently stroked my cheek. She was smiling. It was a warm comforting smile. "It's okay Timmy. All of us know that. We don't care. You do want to fuck me, don't you?"

I nodded. "Yes, but I'm afraid that I might not be very good at it."

Mandy shook her head. "Timmy honey, you're going to be just fine." She shrugged. "And if you're not, who cares? I'll teach you and after I've taught you everything I know; Tonya, Keisha and Kelly will take over and teach you everything they know. Babydoll you are about to receive a graduate school education in sexual pleasure and when the four of us are done with you, you're going to have a PhD."

I laughed. "Does that mean everyone is going to call me Dr. Dicklet?"

Mandy giggled; "Maybe, but I think it's more likely that we'll call you Professor Babydoll."

She patted my butt. "Come on, let's finish cleaning up so we can start your education."

Dr Dicklet is just priceless GH. As for the graduate course, I think there are a few red reded males out there who would think it worth running up a student loan (or two) for.

I find it amazing to hear you admit to struggling with sex scenes since you do such an awesome job with them. Another great bunch of segments GH and you've been chasing the white ball as well, good for you. Now that I'm back to a full time job, I only get to play once a week, but it's still a great pleasure for me. Glad to hear that you're enjoying it as well.

Take care

TrF2

Wow, 4 great segments to read at once! What a treat, great sex, a little honest angst, and some play and sexy fun stuff with friends. What a joy to read the way you bring it all to life GH, you made my whole day. Possibly my whole week!

Peak

Thanks, I also liked Dr. Dicklet.

TrF2

Sex scenes are very hard to write. I always marvel at Stormy's. I have been playing quite a bit of golf. Sadly, I'm still lousy.

Storm

Thanks

GH

We worked quickly. While we worked we could hear occasional moans and cries of pleasure coming from the bedroom hallway. It was apparent that our superiors were having a very good time.

At times I stopped and tried to imagine what Chris and Kelly were doing. I recalled some of the images I'd retained from the previous night when I'd knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed and watched Chris fuck my wife. As I heard the muffled cries of pleasure coming from our bedroom it was very easy for me to picture Chris on top of Kelly pumping his huge cock in and out of her wet cunt while she furiously bucked her hips in response to each of his powerful thrusts.

It only took us a few minutes to finish cleaning the kitchen. As soon as I was done wiping off the counter tops Mandy slapped my butt and said, "Last one to the couch has to lick the other one's ass."

She raced out of the kitchen giggling like a school girl. I threw my sponge into the sink and raced after her. I caught her just as she was diving onto the couch. I leaped on top of her. For a moment we rolled around laughing hysterically while we tickled and pinched each other. Then Mandy rolled on top of me and pinned my shoulders to the couch. I relaxed and smiled up at her. I suddenly didn't have any interest in resisting. She stared into my eyes. For a moment we were both quiet and then Mandy kissed me. Our giddy hysteria quickly turned into intense passion.

After we kissed and fondled each other for a few minutes Mandy pushed me away and stood up.

I looked at her with a puzzled expression. "What's wrong?"

She shook her head. "Absolutely nothing!" She unclasped her cupless brassiere. "I just want to get some of these useless clothes off." She grinned at me. "You might find it in your best interest to shed a few items yourself."

I laughed as I stood up and pulled off my tee shirt. "You won't have to say that twice."

As Mandy stepped out of her mesh skirt she asked, "Would you like me to leave the garter belt and nylons on?"

I shook my head. "Nope, I want you naked."

Mandy giggled. "Oh my! Listen to you, I'm creating an assertive stud."

I wiggled my eyebrows at her and said, "You should expect nothing less from Dr. Dicklet."

"How does Kelly put up with you?" Mandy was laughing.

"She's a very patient woman."

Mandy shook her head as she unfastened her garter belt. After she took it off she sat down on the couch and started rolling one of her nylon stockings down her leg. At the same time I pulled my shorts and panties down.

When I exposed my erect penis Mandy looked at me with a smile. "You do remember that we both have some debts to pay."

I looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"Oh my, don't tell me you've forgotten already."

"I guess I have."

"First of all I owe you a blow job. You remember, in the kitchen, before dinner. I made you jack off while I described what Kelly was doing with Chris in the living room."

I smiled. "All right, yes I do remember that." I chuckled. "Actually I'll never forget it. It was one of the hottest things I've ever done." I shrugged. "I'd be willing to call that even."

Mandy giggled. "You really are a perv."

I nodded. "Kelly says the same thing."

"That's one of the reamisters we all like you so much. Every one of us is a perv."

"I'm beginning to figure that out."

Mandy shook her head. "Well I'm not going to call it even. I believe in paying my debts." She winked at me. "Besides, I can't wait to get that little dick of yours into my mouth."

I grinned at her. "Well I certainly won't argue about this." I paused for a moment and then I asked, "You said we both have debts to pay. What's mine?"

"I beat you to the couch silly. You have to lick my asshole."

A little surge of excitement rippled through my body. I took a deep breath and said, "I think we're both going to enjoy paying these debts."

Mandy slowly nodded. "I was hoping you'd feel that way."

She stood up. "Come on Timmy it's time for you to sit in the big chair. I'm going to pay my debt first."

She took my hand and led me to the stuffed chair where Chris had been sitting while Kelly danced for him a few minutes earlier. "Sit own big guy, I want you to relax and savor this."

I sat down wishing I had a snappy comeback. I didn't. I was a little too nervous for clever repartee.

Mandy kneeled at my feet. I gasped as she leaned over, picked up my tiny erection and lovingly kissed the head. I smiled, the light touch of her fingertips was both comforting and exciting. She continued kissing the head for several seconds and then she parted her lips, took me into her mouth and started sucking me. At the same time she continued stroking me with her fingers.

As she worked I began to notice that her technique was very similar to Kelly's. Earlier that day Mandy had briefly sucked my cock in her office. Keisha had done it too. A few days before Tonya had given me a blow job when Kelly brought me to her office so she could recover some of her things. On all of those occasions I had been nervous and actually paid very little attention to what was happening to me.

Now I was starting to relax. As I relaxed I was becoming increasingly aware of the pleasure Mandy was giving me and how she was doing it. As she licked and sucked my cock I became more and more convinced that Mandy and Kelly had spent time discussing how to give a good blow job. I was also confident that I would later learn that both Keisha and Tonya used similar techniques.

I thought about it, It made good sense. My wife and her friends were professionals. Sex was their business. I chuckled, even the hostesses at JTandR had inservice workshops.

Mandy took my cock out of her mouth and looked up at me. "You do understand that it's not polite to laugh while a woman is giving you a blow job."

I shook my head. "I'm sorry, I was definitely not laughing at you. This is absolutely wonderful. I just happened to notice that you and Kelly use very similar techniques. I was laughing at the idea that the four of you must have blow job training sessions.'

Mandy thought about this. After a moment she started giggling. "Well it's not like we go to seminars where they have powerpoint presentations, but we do spend time talking about how to pleasure a man."

Suddenly she burst out laughing.

"Okay, now what do you think is so funny?"

Mandy grinned at me. 'I just imagined Tonya standing at the front of a classroom of adult women. She's wearing a professors robe and holding a pointer. Behind her there's a blown up photo of a woman sucking a huge, erect cock."

I shook my head. "I don't believe they offer that course at Kelroy."

She winked at me. "Maybe they should." Then she put my cock back into her mouth and started sucking me in earnest. I immediately lost interest in further discussions about technique.

Damn GH, give yourself some credit. That's excellent and just so well written. I'm enjoying Mandy again, thanks.

TrF2

TrF2

As always, thanks for the comment. I glad you feel better about Mandy. In my mind she is an intelligent and complex woman who takes great pride in being an outstanding submissive.

Thanks again

GH

Sorry I'd hoped to get in another post before the weekend, but I came down with a little bug on Thursday and had to take a couple days off writing.

Mandy sucked and stroked my cock for several minutes. Just as I was on the verge of cumming, she backed off. I was quite certain this was deliberate.

I glanced down at her. She was looking up at me. Her fingers were still wrapped around my erect penis. There was a mischievous smile on her face. She giggled. "You don't get to cum quite yet."

I grinned at her. "Since I seem to be entirely in your hands, it would appear that I don't have any choice."

Mandy rolled her eyes at my terrible pun, then she giggled and asked, "Do you always make jokes during sex?"

I nodded emphatically. "Oh yes! With the exception of Kelly, Tonya, Keisha and you; all of the women I've ever had sex with later described the experience as one of the silliest moments of their lives."

Mandy looked at me with a skeptical expression. "Timmy honey, besides Kelly, Tonya, Keisha and me; exactly how many women have you been with?"

I pretended to think for a moment and then I said, "I'm not the kind of guy who keeps track, so I'd have to guess."

"That's okay, I'll take a ball park figure."

After pretending to think again I smiled at Mandy and said, "The number would be less than one."

She started laughing. "Less than one? That's..."

"Zero. Yes, well I was sheltered as a young."

Mandy looked up at me with an adoring look in her eyes. "Timmy it really is easy to see why Kelly is so madly in love with you."

"You mean because I'm such a sophisticated ladies man?"

She laughed. "No, because you're so irresistibly endearing."

I blushed.

Mandy tapped my knee. "And now you're going to behave like a good boy and be quiet so that we can continue."

"Yes ma'am."

Still smiling, Mandy shook her head in mock consternation and then she started licking the base of my erect penis. I quickly lost the desire to crack more jokes.

Mandy's tongue moved down my cock to my balls. She began licking my ball sack. At the same time she continued stroking my erection with her fingers I immediately recognized this as something that Kelly also loved to do. I always enjoyed it. I closed my eyes and tried to relax.

As she licked, Mandy moved her tongue lower and lower. Soon she was exploring an area that Kelly had never visited.

I started to get anxious.

Mandy stopped what she was doing and looked up at me. "Timmy slide your hips forward and lean back."

There was no longer any doubt in my mind about she was planning to do. I looked down at her and nervously asked, "Why?"

Mandy giggled. "That's a silly question."

I knew that this was the appropriate time for a clever response, but I was so flustered that I couldn't think of one. I'd never imagined that someone might actually want to do this to me. I timidly said, "You don't have to do that. In fact, it might be better if you didn't."

"Why?"

"Because I'm a sub. People don't do that for subs."

Mandy shook her head. "Timmy, I'm a sub too. That didn't stop you from doing it to me earlier today and I think you're going to do it again in a few minutes."

"Yes but..."

"Timmy, you do it because you like to do it. Isn't that right?"

"Well yes."

"I like to do too and I want to do it to you." She smiled at me. "I want to do it to you because doing it excites me, but that's not the only reamister. I also want to do it so that you'll know what it feels like."

I thought about this for a moment and then I nodded and nervously said, "Okay."

I slid my hips forward, lay back and closed my eyes.

Mandy stroked my cock a few times and then I felt her licking the base of my ball sack. Every nerve in my body was on edge as her tongue moved into the crack of my ass. I held my breath. She explored me. After a moment the tip of her tongue brushed my anus.

I gasped

Mandy giggled.

She vigorously pumped my cock while she pushed her tongue deep into my asshole. The sensation was intoxicating; but as she continued I began to realize that anything she did while she was masturbating me that energetically would be thrilling.

Nonetheless, the entire situation was so charged with sexual excitement that it wasn't long before I felt the familiar warmth and tingling building in my loins. A second later there was a burst of exquisite pleasure as the first spurt of semen erupted from the tip of my erection.

Mandy kept pumping my cock. After I finished ejaculating she stopped, but continued holding it in her fingertips. When she finally felt it starting to soften she let go of it, climbed up onto my lap and put her arms around my neck. She softly kissed my cheek and said, "Did you enjoy that Babydoll?"

I chuckled. "Yes, it was wonderful." I paused for a moment and then I quietly said, "But..." I hesitated to continue. I didn't want to offend Mandy.

She kissed my forehead. "That's okay sweetheart, you can say it without hurting my feelings. Frankly I don't think it's that great either."

"But Kelly loves it so much"

"She's a dominant."

"I don't understand."

"Oh come on Timmy, yes you do. You're a very smart man. I'm sure you understand that our minds and our imaginations combine to create our greatest erogenous zone."

I thought about that. After a moment I nodded. "Yes, of course. Now I understand and you're absolutely correct. When I'm doing it to Kelly it's a demonstration of my presentation to her. She gets a thrill out of that."

Mandy smiled at me. "And that's also why you and I enjoy doing it so much."

"Because we get a thrill out of demonstrating our presentation to our superiors."

She grinned. "That's right." And then Mandy pushed herself off of my lap and stood up in front of me.

Still grinning, she grabbed my hand. "You know what else? It's your turn to do me." Mandy pulled me out of the chair. As I stood up she triumphantly declared, "And now I get to sit in the royal chair."

She plopped down in the spot where I'd just been sitting and spread her legs. As she lasciviously exposed her glistening cunt she wiggled her finger at me. "Come on dicklet, nymph wants to feel your tongue in her hot little pussy."

I dropped to my knees. Once I was positioned between her legs I looked up at her and smiled. "If I passed up an offer like that I'd have to surrender my membership in The Society Of Submissive Wimps."

Mandy stared at me for a moment and then exerting every bit of self control she had; she managed to maintain a straight face while she casually said, "I didn't know you were a member of the SOSW."

I replied in the most serious tone of voice I could muster. "Oh yes, I've been a member for several years. Are you a member?"

She looked at me with mock disdain. "Well of course I am. Actually I happen to hold a seat on the executive board."

Just barely able to contain her mirth, Mandy grinned at me and added, "If you're a member of The SOSW, then you must know the secret kiss."

I slowly nodded. "Of course I do."

I leaned forward and pressed my lips against the cleft of Mandy's very wet pussy. As I pushed my tongue into her she sighed and breathlessly said, "Yes, that's right, that's exactly right."

GH. Funny, clever, witty, sexy, wise. The story is ok too !!

Ha! Funny, peak nailed it. It's why we enjoy you so much, and your writing as well. You've described it as loving domination, I think I've used gentle cruelty, but the overall wit and sophistication is what sets you apart. Thanks GH, it's just tremendous.

Not much else to say, Peak and Stormy beat me to it. Wonderfully done segment GH, thank you. Hope you're feeling better as well.

TrF2

BUMP! Just don't like to see this masterpiece drop below the #10 spot! Hope GH is out playing golf or enjoying his lovely bride, then I can forgive him for leaving us panting for more. Sure hope your little bug has not turned into anything serious GH.

Take care,
Storm

Storm

I appreciate the bump, but frankly I'm not sure it matters. It appears to me that you, Peak, TrF2, my great Aunt Tilda and a few others are the only ones still reading this story.

Actually Tilda tells me she's getting bored with the story. It's not kinky enough for her. She and my great uncle Myron are heavily into bondage. She wants to see Timmy chained to the foot of the bed and powerd to watch while Chris fucks Kelly.

Tilda and Myron's kinky life style only recently came to light. The entire family, even Grandma Louise and Grandpa Fred, began to suspect that something had to be amiss because every time we called their house Tilda told us that her friend Jerome was over and Uncle Myron couldn't come to the phone because he was tied up.

Aunt Katherine argued that Uncle Myron was a very busy man and Jerome was just a good friend who was there to help Tilda with the houshold chores while her husband was working.

My cousin Gertrude was the first one to suggest that there might be another explanation.

When confronted, Aunt Tilda was amazingly forthright. Aunt Katherine was shocked, but also very curious. Morris, her husband was noticeably concerned. Apparently Jerome had several friends.

I have been sick, but I am writing. I'm not making much progress and I've deleted several drafts.

GH

Everyone should have a great aunt Tilda GH, but they should ignore them too. Being colourful doesn't make you a leader.

GH, what I am going to say might not be popular, not least of all to me, because I really like 'Courtesan' but it is at heart a story populated by young people, inexperienced and endlessly active. To get into their mindset and stay there to write must be exhausting at the best of times at our age, doubly so when you are ill or are recovering. My advice is, take a break, come back refreshed.

If you want to fool around with a story, take up the plight of a guy aged 55 whose wife, 5 years younger still wants a shot at attractive youth before (she believes) her sexdrive reduces. They might love each other to bits but like all adjustments with age, they need to find a way to a painful, then maybe joyful accomodation. After all, it could spark them both into a new life.

Or just play golf for a while.

Please, whatever you do, do not try to ******* yourself trying to accomodate us. Courtesan may be your finest piece and I believe you already know where it is going. I want it to go there too and I'm sure so do many others.
Only you can decide how long it takes to get there. We can and will wait.

GH:
I read your post about people losing interest in your story. I must say, that for me that is not the case. I check almost daily for any updates for this story and for the story the Stormy is writing. After checking on those two, I will then look at the others.
If you need a rest.........so be it. But please don't give up on the story.

I am waiting patiently for the store owner and the other helper (their names slip my mind right now) to get involved.

northern

Read your response last night GH, and I must say you either have a very unsusal sense of humor or an extremely interesting family. Either way, I got a good laugh, which was desperately needed at that moment. I tried to respond then, but my computer disconnected so I said screw it and went to bed.

I think you're right, readership in general is down right now, especially on the longer stories. I have no idea why. Maybe just a summer slowdown - you're not the only golfer out there! I still enjoy writing, even with fewer readers. To me it is cathartic and fun, and one of the few hobbies I am able to pursue right now.

Like the previous commenters, I sincerely hope you will finish Courtesan. It is a wonderful story; funny, erotic, heartwarming, and at times sad or intense. I don't know that I can judge it your best work, because I'm sure I have not read everything you've done, but it is incredibly engrossing and enjoyable. The best I've read, how's that?

I sympathize with your deleted drafts and re-writes, I just did one of those myself halfway through that last installment. It was going someplace even too far-fetched for me, if you can believe that!

Thank goodness for you, peak, Trf2, Cliffa, Northern, asehpe, contdoc, KORUCU, Greenman, Techcuck, Cuckold4one, Blocker, oliverra (haven't heard from him for awhile, hope he's OK) and all the others that have commented on our 2 stories. I do enjoy the writing, but I enjoy it more when I know somebody is reading and deriving pleasure from the effort! It's too bad more folks don't drop a line once in awhile, it's always fun to hear what they have to say. Can't complain too much, since i used to be guilty of that myself. Just thoughtless, and really am a very private permister, so I just never felt right about it. Now I say duh, what was I thinking!

Anyhow, I sure hope you're feeling better and stomping that bug. Whatever you choose to do, whether it be plow ahead, slow down, take a little time off, or quit Courtesan (hopefully temporarily) and tackle a different tale, you know your loyal fans are with you.

Take care my friend,
storm

P.S. Everyone should have an Aunt Tilda. It makes the rest of the family seem normal.

As always, Peak and Stormy nailed it. Screw the story, get out there and pound some golf balls or whatever it is that brings you the most pleasure. We'll be here, patiently waiting for you to return, and we'll be fine. The three of us will keep bumping your story so that it never sees page 2.

By the way, do you have any action photos of Tilda and Jerome to help tide us over in your absence? (Just kidding of course)

TrF2