Her eyes met mine and like a fire coursing through my spine I was mesmerized by her soft and welcoming glare. She stared at me as if to say "I want one of those for myself." and I knew it.

Each day since we had met a little more conversation or welcoming of the other's company had taken place. At the time we both thought of it as idle affair and nothing more than two casual friends talking. However, soon the conversations began flowing into the more private affairs...business, finance, and the ever-popular conversation piece of sex. I felt at times that I knew more about what went on in their bedroom than her boyfriend did.

Sometimes she would tell me how great he was and how he can never get enough of her. Other times it would
be the same general story we always tell at one time or another about how you never know what is going through the other's mind. To most people this means that you are losing interest. I would always tell her that if he really lost interest and really loved her that he would let her know. Being that flirting is in my nature, one day I decided to inform her jokingly that if he weren't interested in a little passion that I might be. This would be the beginning of a long line of flirtatious remarks, looks, and little touches.

Sometimes a little catcalled whistle would echo out over the hallway and you could almost swear it came from the general direction of where she was standing. Other times she would have no idea as to where that rose on her car came from or the letter addressed simply to Mrs. Hotstuff. Often I would find little notes like "Can you guess what flavor panties I am wearing today?" with a little warning that if I was wrong she would have to prove it to me. Needless to say this was one of the extremes that Sarah ventured into. Actually she was a very active partaker of sex. I have heard many stories of her boyfriend, but I can almost assure you that it's not the same guy every time.

This day started out, as any ordinary day would have. Arriving at work promptly five minutes late I opened up shop and began my tedious chores of running the store. Who would happen to be working today across the hall but Mrs. Hotstuff herself. She was stunningly beautiful today and I caught myself many times wondering what flavor, if any, panties she was wearing that day. While on lunch break I had the courage to ask and hopefully find out for future negotiations. That's what I told her anyway. She must have been feeling very open with her feelings that day because she commenced to tell me that she had always fantasized since the day she saw me about making love to me. Needless to say this was a very fast way for me to wake up from not much sleep the night before. As if this weren't enough to get my hormones raging with desire, the addition of the fact that another girl she worked with had also made the same comment.

I was very swelled in the head by now...both of them. For a few brief or not so brief moments I pictured myself being merrily grinded about between the friction of Mrs. Hotstuff and Company. Her friend was no one to look at just once either. They both were very well tanned and sturdily built from the waist up and down if you catch my drift. Each of them had soft amber hair that flowed around them like a halo of beauty...or naughtiness as my dreams were taking them. Just picturing myself around the two of them was enough to ask for more ice water from our waitress. She looked pleased to have made me horny and wanting of her...kind of like the face you see on a cat just before she pounces on her prey and eats her alive. That was just about the size of it.

I walked out of the mall that night with plans of going home and working on a new program I had just gotten for my computer. As visions of blowing up many aliens and walking over their rotting forms entered my head, firm but cautious arms grabbed me from behind. Another hand shot from nowhere and placed a rag coated with some chemical over my mouth. I struggled for as long as my body would let me...but it was losing interest in that topic fast. All I could here was a little giggle that sounded strangely familiar, but my mind wanted nothing to do with placing the voice to a face either. Right now it just wanted to sleep...for a long time.

Groggily I attempted to raise my head, which is kind of hard when you are tied by all fours to a bed. A pair of footsteps was coming towards the door, which is where my eyes slowly focused to next. This is when I also realized that my clothes had decided that they were tired of covering my body and had taken up a vacation condo on a chair in the corner. Needless to say I felt just a wee bit bashful when Mrs. Hotstuff and her friend rounded the corner wearing only a few accenting pieces of nothing. They both grinned at each other and began making their way across the room to my present and obviously purposeful location.

Her friend slowly crawled up my body and edged her perfect frame into mine as she straddled my lips with her legs. She asked me to start licking and teasing her with my tongue. I was hesitant at first, but she grabbed my hair and pulled me into submission. Every time I would start to slow down or draw away she would pull harder forcing me to either enter her now steaming body deeper than before or suffer the punishment of her dissatisfaction. Sarah had climbed onto the bed directly behind her and begun sliding her tongue slowly up and down my now enlarging item of ecstasy. She was teasing the creature into a rage and it wanted nourishment badly. Her friend Allison had already come many times and was beginning to grow very hungry herself. She joined Sarah in edging the beast more and more into a rage, each of them taking a side of him and moving up and down his frame with mouth and tongue simultaneously. I could only lie helplessly in shock as to what my body was now going through. Sarah worked her way up to my face and began the same procedure Allison had done before. She begged me to make her hot and wet beyond all of her control. I was well into their fun now and indulged myself into her juices with full ferocity. Her moans and noises told me exactly where she liked it and what she was wanting more of. Sarah slowly untied my hands only to pin them back with strength I did not know she possessed. Allison undid the bonds on my legs only to restrain me with her own weight as she slid me into her hot, pulsing body. Over and over she slid up and down the beast's bulging mass, growing fiercer with every motion. I was so lost in my passion that I couldn't be brought to a climax, although she came many times.

Sarah leaned back and said that she wanted to finish me off. I desired to be on top of her so that when I exploded inside her and sent her reeling with satisfaction she would be the one in the vulnerable position. She had other plans. Allison was instructed to pin me down with her knees as Sarah readied herself to give the beast one last meal of desire before he would be overcome by the massive lust overtaking him. I was once again powerless...but at the same time far more susceptible to Allison and Sarah's every command. Sarah edged me into her dripping mass of soft internal heaven as she began a much fiercer rocking motion than Allison had partaken. She lay down on top of me; her once soft and supple breasts now hardened from emotion digging into my flesh and making me crave her more. Locking my legs down to a point of unmovable status, she pulled my arms back behind my head and moved hard fast up and down my shaft hungrily. She would have me explode inside her or die of the burning ecstasy to do so! I was unable to even move my head as she licked and tongued my ear. Where was Allison? A sharp shock of unknown feeling shot down my spine as Allison slowly began licking at my sack. This was more than any man could bear as I spilled my full load into Sarah's churning body. She came at the same time with full force and movement. Like clockwork, Allison, unable to control herself, came once more. We all three lay there thoughtless...our bodies drained of any energy what so ever.

Every now and then we all three get together and explore new and exciting ways to get to know each other. Sometimes I have even been known to not leave work until late at night because I am tied to a shelf in the stock room having my fantasies fulfilled over and over by Mrs. Hotstuff and Company.