Silken Panties I was nervous. That is all there was to it. I had never tried anything like this before, so I was a little nervous. I drove out to the local mall at lunch. Victoria's Secret was my destination. I was nervous going in there by myself but the thought I what I was going to buy and what I was going to do with what I bought gave me the courage to go on. Walking amongst the display racks and beautiful employees had my cock hard enough that I questioned whether anyone noticed the bulge in my pants. Who was I kidding? Every man that ever goes into that store is stiff as a board. Why should I be any different? "Are you finding what you are looking for?" came a voice that was smooth as the silk panties that I had my eyes on. "Actually, I was looking for a nice pair of black, silk, lace panties, but I don't see any on this display," I said. "Let me check in the back for you. I am sure that we have something along the lines that you are looking for." "Thank you." As she turned to go towards the back of the store, I got to get a good look at her shapely figure. Is it me, or are all the employees at Victoria's Secret some of the most beautiful women the world has to offer? I'll bet that they have the most incredible selection of underwear in their dressers at home. This particular employee was wearing a nice grey skirt with an attractive slit up the side. I was sure that she was wearing a nice pair of stockings on her gorgeous legs and tried to get a peak at them while I was watching her walk away from me. No luck. I looked around some more but I was there to buy only the black silk panties that my fantasy centered upon. Walking around I saw the tantalizing bustiers, the pretty flannel night gowns, erotic teddies and the other things that the store is famous for. I would have loved to buy out the store, but that would be for another time. I had plans for tonight. When the woman came back, she informed me that they did have a few different varieties of silk panties in the back and she showed them to me. It was getting very hard to focus on my task at hand. Here I was standing next to a very attractive woman and rubbing my hands across underwear that I would have gladly had her display for me. I also had a better opportunity to view her from the front. She was wearing a nice grey jacket that complimented her skirt. Her blouse appeared to be white silk, which covered her chest in a fashion that made it hard not to stare. Her outfit was completed with a nice gold pin attached to her lapel, which also brought ones eyes toward her nice tits. "Do you like any of these," she asked. "Excuse me?" I said as blood rushed to my cheeks. I was embarrassed that she had caught me admiring her figure. "Are any of these what you were looking for?" she asked, knowing what I was looking at and she was enjoying my uneasiness. "Yes," I said, "these will be fine." I had picked out a pair that were nicely cut, trimmed with lace, and black as the night. Perfect. At that point I started to really wonder what my lovely clerk would look like wearing nothing but what I had picked out. I guess that is why I didn't hear her tell me that the store was having a sale; buy two get two free. That is the standard Victoria's Secret sale. You are already buying one, why not two? And since you have picked out two, why not pick out two more for free? It is a good marketing strategy (one that I have utilized before) but my intention was to leave the store only with what I had come for, black lace panties. "I am sorry. What did you ask?" "Would you care to pick out another pair? We are having a silk sale. If you buy another pair you can pick out another two pair for free." "No thank you," was my response. "I have plans for what I have bought and won't be needing more." I said with a smile. Her response was a _very_ sexy smile and a wink that almost made my still erect penis blast cum all over my jeans. Where do they get these women? I swear, if what I intend to do works, I'll be back for this one! I drove home. Seeing as I am from Chicago, I got there in a very modest amount of time. Say what you will, Chicagoans drive fast, but we know how to do it safely. Unlike other states whose residents drive like teenagers having sex for the first time, erratic and without direction. Anyway... When I got home, I wrote out the little note that was to accompany the panties in the small box that I had bought the day before. This wasn't any ordinary note, however. This note was going to convey my mental commands to the lovely little office worker that keeps to herself in her lovely little corner office at work. Her name is Barbara. I had found that I had this strange little ability to somehow alter a person's thoughts to reflect my own. It was a sudden realization that I had chanced upon in a small discussion I was having with a friend. We were discussing both sides of an issue and I found that the more conviction I had for something, the more she seemed swayed to my point of view even though it was in direct conflict with the point of view that she had had not moments before. I had tested my discovery on several people and was pleased with the results. Now was the time to put my talent to the test. Earlier that morning, I had implanted a command in Barbara's subconcious to obey everything that she reads from me. Needless to say I made her forget that she even saw me before lunch. I drove back to work with about ten minutes left on my lunch break and was pleased with myself for being so efficient. With package in hand, I walked to the stairway that would take me to Barbara's out of the way office. I figured that I could catch Barbara in her office where she would be eating lunch. It was during her lunch time as well but I knew that she seldom went out. She has this thing for sending email. Don't we all? I knocked on her closed door, noting that the light was on, which meant that she was definitely inside. I heard her shuffle around inside and waited for her to answer her door. "Oh, hi," she said, "I was just writing a message on the Email." "Hi, Barbara. Do you have a minute?" I tried to make small talk with her for the remainder of her lunch hour, hoping that she didn't notice my little "gift". If she noticed, I would have just "persuaded" her to forget about it, but that didn't seem like it was necessary. I was nervous as hell, and knowing that my hard on surely bulging in my crotch didn't make this easier. I mean, was this going to work, or was I in for the largest sexual harassment suit this company has ever seen? It was easy enough to "persuade" someone in person but this time I was doing it in a letter. "Shit. I hope this works," I told myself. When I got up to leave, I left my little package on the small table she has next to her desk. It was a simple little box with the name Barbara written nicely on the top. She thanked me for stopping by and said that she would write to me sometime this afternoon. "That isn't the only thing you are going to do for me, Barbara," a little voice in my head had said. Barbara closed her door behind me. She was known for working in her office for hours on end without the distraction of office noise by making sure that her door was closed good and tight. She returned to her desk but noticed there was something special sitting on her end table. "How did this get here?" she wondered. Taking it to her semi comfortable office chair she sat down and opened it. Inside her little gift she discovered a nice pair of sexy black panties. A pair that was in drastic contradiction to the plain white ones she knew she was wearing at the time. Also inside was a little note. Thinking the whole situation odd, but having noone to ask about it, she read the letter. Barbara, The message you are about to read is very specific. I want you to follow everything in it to the letter. I want you to make sure that your door is shut and make sure that noone can see you through your window. "Easy enough," she thought. "But what the hell is this all about?" She found herself drawn back to reading the letter. I want you to remove the panties that you are wearing and put on the ones that you have just received. "What? Yeah, right," she said in a muffled voice as she kicked her shoes off and stood up. Barbara was wearing a dress suit that made her look business-like but very appealing none the less. She unfastened the skirt at the waist and gingerly stepped out of the material. Next came her all too familiar slip. Who still wears them these days? I don't mind. I have always been attracted to what women wear under their clothes, so this nice little extra was no bother. Finally, it was time to remove her pantyhose. They came off in that all too awkwardness that is removing pantyhose. They sure don't have anything on good old fashioned stockings, but I can see their utility. There she stood. Half naked and questioning what she was doing, she returned to the letter. If you are wearing stockings, I want you to leave them on. If you are wearing any other kind of hosiery I want you to fold them up an put them in your desk. That cleared things up. Although, she thought it a bit odd, being half naked in the middle of her office, she continued to follow the commands to the letter. Folding up her nylons, she placed them in her desk drawer then proceeded to pull her white cotton panties down to her ankles. Stepping out of them, she replaced them with the pretty black silk ones. "Nice," she admired. When the waistband reached her hips (and the silken material touched her smoothly shaven pussy lips) she let out a sigh and began to notice the dampness she was feeling between her legs. Dress yourself in the rest of your clothing now and sit in your chair. I want you to make these panties as damp as you can with your cunt. I want you to finger yourself until the material is soaked with the wetness between your legs. Right now you are getting hotter than you have ever been before. Your hot, little pussy is getting wetter and wetter. The letter was right! Barbara did find herself more aroused than she could ever remember. But she was at work! What if she got caught? She found herself trying to resist hiking up her skirt and running her fingers over her swollen pussy lips. But the lust within her was growing stronger and stronger and she found that she couldn't stop no matter how hard she tried. This was driving her crazy! She put her hand inside the panties and began to run her finger over the pouty lips that surrounded her vagina. Quickly she pulled her hand away, remembering that the note said that she had to make the panties as wet as possible. She began fingering herself through the silken material. The feeling was better than anything she ever remembered feeling before. Continue on with the rest of the day, but you are not to remove these panties until 5:00. You are to remain aroused but not let on that you are. Remember, I want these panties returned to me soaking wet with your excitement. You will be aware of what you are doing but there is nothing that you will be able to do about it. Calvin "Calvin! So that's who was up to this! I should have known." Angry, she put the note down and fixed her skirt. She got up to confront her would- be "master" and started towards the door. Before she reached it, however, she noticed that as she walked the silky smoothness of her new underwear caressed her excited sex and made her tingle. "What is going on here?" she questioned. "Why am I so hot?" Barbara couldn't answer herself. All she knew is that her steamy pussy was begging for her to give it the attention that it was demanding. She returned to her chair (intent on making sure that I got what was coming to me) and lifted her skirt to where it was before, bunched up at her waist. Starting slowly at first, but then moving faster, she stroked her pussy in her familiar way of bringing herself to climax. Fingering herself was never a replacement for having a man do what she wanted, but it did allow her to fantasize about the things that she could never seem to get her lovers to do for her. Barbara's sexual tension was building as she thought about tongues rolling over where her fingers where rubbing. Thoughts of oral sex switched to thoughts of other sex. Barbara had always dreamed about what it would be like to take a man's cock in her ass, but none of her previous lovers ever wanted to try. She arched her back and brought her ass forward on her chair, making it easier for her to rub her tight, secret rosebud that she'd fantasized about men exploring. "Fuck him! I am going to waste some of this wetness and make this worthwhile." Probing her drenched pussy for some lubrication, Barbara pulled out two fingers that were completely coated with her excitement. Making small circles over her tight, puckered, sweet little asshole, she made it possible for one of her slick fingers to penetrate her willing backdoor. She let out a moan at the same time her ass let her finger in. The feeling was more than she could stand. Being so close to cumming in the first place, having her ass filled with her finger drove her over the edge to ecstasy. Letting out a moan that was only stifled by her closed office door, Barbara came and she came hard. Running her finger in an out of her ass while her hips bucked in the swivel chair made her mind reel. Her thumb made sure that her clit was getting it fair share of attention. This was fantastic! Her climax continuing, Barbara managed her second finger inside before her pussy contractions subsided. Pushing in an out even after she felt the minor orgasmic tremors cease, Barbara got the most out of this little playtime with herself. She pulled her fingers delicately from her secret love hole and removed her hands from inside the panties. "Mustn't forget," she reminded herself (or was is the subtle prompting of the implanted suggestion?), she rubbed the crotch of her panties deep inside the folds of her pussy, making sure that they were getting good and damp. Barbara straightened herself out and decided that it was best that she go to the washroom and clean herself up. Nothing unusual about going to the washroom after lunch, is there? She fixed her skirt to where nothing seamed out of the ordinary and continued on her way. I couldn't wait until 5:00. I was so distracted that I couldn't accomplish anything at my desk for most of the afternoon. It was slowing creeping towards 4:00 when I received an Email message from Barbara. To: Cal From: Barbara Subject: Fuck yourself! Cal, I don't know how you are doing this to me but I swear that when this is over, you are _really_ in for it! Go to Hell! Barbara. Well, that was unexpected, to say the least. I guess in my excitement, I forgot that this might be a little upsetting for her. Seeing as I was being successful in my written commands, why not let the email take over for a while? To: Barbara From: Cal Subject: No. You are going to fuck yourself. Barbara, I am sorry. I thought you were enjoying yourself. In fact, you are enjoying yourself. Remember? You love the feel of that soft silk gently rolling over your pussy. Now, just because of your little defiance, I am going to tell you just how you are going to return my gift to me. At the end of the day, you are going to come to my office, close the door behind you, come over to my desk, and bend over it. You will then pull up your dress and show me how wet you were able to make your panties. Do you understand? I want you to wave that tight little ass in my face and show me what you have been up to. Finally, you are going to beg me to fuck you in any way that you want. It is up to you to decide which hole is going to be filled by my cock. Don't forget, I want those panties drenched. Maybe it would be a good idea for you to finger yourself one last time before you get here. See you at 5. :) Cal The last hour was murder for me. Everything was working perfectly. So much so, that going back to Victoria's Secret to talk things over with the beautiful employee was definitely in the near future. But I couldn't concern myself with thoughts of her. I had to keep my mind on the sexy little vixen that was going to be here at 5. At last, five o'clock rolled around. My cock was pounding in my pants, begging for attention. I couldn't believe the control I was showing in not getting myself off before Barbara got here. That really took all the effort I had. On most days, it is all I can do from not stroking my cock at the thought of her. Today has shown me new heights in self control, to say the least. A few minutes after five Barbara came into my office. As she closed the door I said, "You're late." "I am sorry," she said softly, "I was held up at the last minute. Someone stopped by. I was almost caught... You know... " "You know this means that I am going to have to change some things now, don't you? That is no excuse for being late." I told her in a stern voice. "But, first things first, show me what you have got for me." She walked over behind my desk and in from of me. She bent seductively over the top of the desk and grabbed the sides of her skirt and slip with both hands. Slowly she lifted the hem until it was just below exposing what I sought. "How are you going to change things?" she asked. "That is none of your concern right now. C'mon let me see what I have been waiting to see all afternoon." She pulled the skirt the rest of the way up exposing those delicate black panties that I so desperately wanted. She had definitely done what I had commanded her to. What I saw before me was her smooth ass covered by that lacy silk with a very large damp spot centered right at her snatch. It was an erotic sight, to say the very least. I told her to remove them and then bend completely over my desk. She complied and I had sitting before me Barbara's beautiful pussy that was gleaming with her excitement. (I didn't expect to see that Barbara's pussy was shaved, but it was definitely a sight worth seeing!) It was too much for me to bare. I grabbed her sex drenched panties, undid my pants, took out my cock, and began stroking it within the folds of the silken undergarment. It felt fantastic! My eyes closed, focusing my attention on the sensations that were centered at my crotch. I brought myself almost to the point of orgasm but then realized that I couldn't waste the opportunity of having the woman of my fantasies on a self absorbed masturbation. I opened my eyes and noticed that Barbara had turned her head so that she could watch me fondle my cock. It must have turned her on because I noticed that she was slowly rubbing her pussy with her eyes fixed on my hard on. I stopped jerking myself off and moved forward on my chair so I could more closely examine the fine ass that was before me. Taking her butt in my hands, I parted her cheeks to expose the well shaved pussy that Barbara had been hiding under her clothes all this time that I had known her. It looked so good, I needed to have a taste. My tongue started between her pretty little asshole and her vagina. I circled it once around her backdoor to tease it and then continued down to part her lips. In her present position I was finding it hard to probe my tongue where I wanted to so I told her to turn around and sit on my desk. Now that I had all the access I needed, I was ready to lick her for all I was worth. There is nothing more that I like than eating a woman out (well there is something more but I am getting to that). I moved my tongue over the smooth pussy lips. Teasing her clit with gentle flicks but never giving it too much attention. Every time I came close to it, she would try to move her hips so that I would give it the attention that she desperately wanted me to give. I would have nothing of it. This lovely little girl was going to come only when I said it was time. I mean who is in control here, her or me? I reached up and started to caress her breast from outside of her blouse. I have always been attracted to women with smaller chests. Barbara's was just the size I liked. I could feel her nipples were quite erect. She gasped as I pinched he nipple a little harder than I meant to. She didn't seem to mind. This excited me more, if that was possible. At this point my hard on was on the verge of taking charge of the situation. It couldn't stand to just sit back and watch the show. It wanted to join into the fun. I stood up and without saying a word, leaned Barbara back on the desk. In the position we were in, the length of my cock was resting on her very hot, and very sweet pussy. It almost burned with how hot she was. I pulled the head back so that it was centered just right for entry. Just then Barbara spoke. "No!" She hissed, "I want you in my ASS!" She moved her hand to her snatch and began spreading her wetness all over her ass. I had no intention of neglecting her tight little asshole, but seeing as she was quite eager for my cock in her ass, who was I to refuse. After all, she had done this much for me (all under my control, of course, but...) She grabbed hold of my raging hard on (her touch almost throwing me over the edge) and placed the head right on top of her little pink rosebud. I wasn't sure how easy this was going to be, but it turns out that she had been loosening herself up while she had been complying with my instructions to dampen her panties. With her pushing back on my probing member, her backdoor opened and I was in. Just the tip, but that is the most difficult part, right? We both let out moans that couldn't begin to express our arousal. I had always wanted a woman this way but previous girlfriends thought it wasn't right. To bad I didn't discover the power back then. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders and literally pulled me the rest of the way into her ass. My cock moved slowly, gently inside of her. I wasn't sure how far inside of her it would fit. To my amazement, she took it all of the way in. My pubic hair was resting on her ass cheeks. A sensation for me that I knew I would want to feel again and again and again. "Let me get used to this, ok?" she asked. Who was I to refuse. I was going to make sure this was something we never forgot, either of us. "Alright. Take it slow." I began pulling out of her tight (unbelievably tight) sphincter. It pulled out quick and my erection almost came out. I stopped just before the head left and changed direction on the motion. I was able to go the whole length again and I repeated what I was doing for a couple of strokes. "A little faster," she whispered in my ear. Obligingly, I began to increase the frequency of my thrusts into her oh so tight little hole. It was amazing. How could I have gone so long in my life without ever having done this before? After a few minutes I didn't need her to tell me when to pick up the pace. I was going for all I was worth. "Oh, yes! Oh, God! This is incredible! Oh, yes! OH, yes! OH, YES!" she moaned. She brought her hand down to make sure that her clit didn't go unattended to. She was screaming and fingering herself like crazy. I was pumping in and out of her ass like there was no tomorrow. It was the combination of how good it felt and her moans of passion that finally threw me past the point of no return. I grunted my release as the first of many hot blasts of cum went from my shaft into her hot, hot asshole. My eyes closed tight and I thrust in one final time to the hilt. The feeling was like nothing I had ever known. After more spurts than I can remember, I felt my orgasm subsiding as Barbara eased her pent up sexual tension. I could feel her sphincter tightening around my cock with each contraction of her vaginal muscles. It was a feeling that words can't give due credit. I don't know how many times she had cum today but if they were decreasing in severity every time, she must have climaxed unbelievably hard while she was alone! The look on her face was of a woman having the best cum of her life. It made me feel great to think that I could do that to a woman. We just sat there holding each other for some time. My cock was getting softer in her ass but was still pretty firm. I began to pull out but she grabbed my ass, looked me straight in the eyes, and said, "You are not going anywhere!" She pulled me to her and demanded more. I didn't know how long she could keep this up but after having just cum like I did, I knew I was going to be good for quite some time before I had my next big burst. The look on her face and the contractions of her anus on my cock made the waning erection do and about face. This gorgeous little blonde was making me so hot that rather than going limp after my first orgasm my cock grew back to full size. This was all while I was still planted firmly between her amazing cheeks. So there we were. Barbara with a look on her face that I am sure would make straight women think of switching. Me with an erection that even I couldn't believe that I could get. And my cock, nestled deeply inside of Barbara's rectum. This was more than I had ever hoped to accomplish with my newly found talent for mind control. Seeing as I hadn't used a condom, I figured I had better make this one be just as good as the first. We weren't going to have vaginal sex after this, we both knew the rules of cleanliness and health. Now that my cock was (astonishingly) back to its full size, I slowly started to pump in and out of this incredibly hot beauty's backdoor. "Cal. I love this," she breathed deeply into my ear. By now, I was thinking that it would be best if we moved her to a more comfortable and receptive position. I pulled out of a place that I never wished to leave. "Let's see if we can't make you a little bit more comfortable," I said with adoration for my Barbara. "I am not finished with you yet, but I want you to enjoy this as much as I am." Making sure that the control was still there I offered her a little suggestion. "Would you like to show me your firm tits?" "Not if it is going to keep you from filling my ass with your manhood." Hmmm. Seems like that email command telling her to enjoy things was still working well enough. I am going to have to reward her when this is over for being so receptive to my controlling influences. Not to mention being the best fuck I think I have ever had. Noting my office wasn't designed for this type of workout, it was up to me to improvise the most comfortable position for Barbara to be for me to have sex with her anally. Not having much to work with, I cleared off my own small office table and had her bend forward. Placing her beautiful, but as of yet unexposed chest close to the table's surface, resting on her forearms, she waved those silky buns at me as she had with her dripping panties still enveloping her sexy little ass. I moved in behind her and now had the best position to glide my cock in and out of her wondrous little hole. Pressing the bulbous tip gently over her puckered asshole, I prepared to continue our already incredible after work lovemaking session. With hands on her hips and my cock ready to dive deep inside her, I pulled her gently backwards. A slow sultry moan passed her lips. My cum in her ass mixed with her own pussy juices kept her passage lubed well enough for us to continue our fun. As she reached the full length of my shaft I reached up and grabbed her shoulders. Moving my lips up close to her ear I gave her a little extra mental prod. "Talk dirty to me." Seeing her reluctance, I prodded a little harder. "I want you to tell me to fuck you." What happened to the woman that almost demanded for me to fuck her in the ass? I guess saying it once was fine but me asking her to say more was a little more than she was willing to offer. "F-f-fuck me," came a low, almost inaudible sound. "More," I said. "Fuck my ass." "More." "I want you to fuck me. Fuck my tight little asshole." "Ask nicely." "Would you please fuck my tight little asshole?" I began at a slow pace, but then, as before, started to quicken the pace. I would move the entire length of my shaft deep within her rectum. Then I would draw it back to the point where the muscles of her sphincter would be just touching the crown of my cock. It felt wonderful. It felt nasty. It felt mind blowing. I am not kidding, it felt _good_! Finding myself getting to that point again (and suprised, recalling how violently I came the last time) I slowed the thrusting. Bending slightly at the waist, I fit my hands around Barbara's waist and tugged her blouse out of the waistband of the dress. It was almost out anyway from all the writhing that she had been doing at the desk and on the table. I worked my way up to those well shaped, slightly smallish tits. God, they felt firm. That is one of the things I like about a woman with smaller breasts. They are usually quite firm and responsive to the touch. My Barbara didn't let me down one bit in this department either. I found the clasp on her racer back bra in the middle of her cleavage and freed those fantastic little titties. I noted her nipples were rock solid when I felt them through her B cups so I knew that a pinch or two would elicit the proper response. I tightened my grip on her firm little nipples and she bucked her ass back up against my cock. It was almost as if I had told her what I wanted. I plunged deep into her ass and took this opportunity to give her all I was worth. In and out I pushed and pulled. This was the best fucking I had ever had (and if I could do it once, I could do it again and again and...). I moved my right hand from her breast and found her hardened clit waiting for me to give it some attention. Barbara was so wet from all the excitement that her pussy was dripping moisture all down both her legs. "Your pussy is so wet, Barbara. And you aren't getting any of it on your new panties. What am I going to do with you? Should I fuck a little faster? Should I fuck a little harder?" "Yes. Oh Yes! Oh God! Oh yeah. Fuck me, Cal! Fuck my ass. I have wanted this for so long and you are so good." This was it. With her cries of lust, Barbara had pushed me over that edge for a second time. Cupping her tit in my hand and fingering her swollen clit with the other, I pulled our bodies close and came. I came hard. Harder, I think, than the first time. Was that possible? Damn right it was! Here I was ass fucking the most incredible, most wonderful, most sensual beauty that I think that I have ever met. Why wouldn't she take me to new sexual heights? (The fact that I was in total mental control of her sexual passions notwithstanding.) As if on cue, those familiar muscular ripples of pleasure began clenching my pulsing cock. Barbara was cumming so much that more of her flowing sweetness was running down her legs than I had ever thought possible. If only I could have caught it in the crotch of her silken underwear... Her breathing was gaspish and erratic. Her heavy sighing came in-between stunted intakes of air. Wanting to make sure that she was satisfied, I wheeled the desk chair over and had her sit. Before she knew what was happening, my tongue was racing over the folds of her fully engorged labia. She tasted so sweet. I love the taste of a woman. If I could get paid to do it the rest of my life, I'd quit my present job in a heartbeat! "Don't fuck around with me, Cal! Lick my clit!" With that kind of encouragement, I did as I was told. (Remember, I didn't prompt her to tell me this one.) Moving the tip of my tongue quickly and surely over her steaming pussy I found my way to where she'd needed me to be. Her hands now holding my head firmly in position, she made sure that she was feeling everything that she had wanted to feel. Having just cum so much from our anal play, she was close to cumming again. I wasn't going to allow her to ease one bit of her sexual tension. I licked her with a passion. I tongued her with lust. I was hoping that she could handle the stimulation. She did and more. Wave after wave of pleasure hit her. Barbara clasped her thighs over the sides of my head. Cries of ecstasy escaped her lips. I think she was getting the most out of our little encounter. The grip of her thighs began to loosen around my head. That is when I went after her clit again. "Let's see how far we can take this," I thought. "Oh my God! Oh my God! No! No!! Not agggggggggghhhhhhhhnnnnnn!!!!!" She grunted. Her hips bucked and bucked as I gave her clit the consideration I thought it deserved. I would have slipped a finger into her ass to add to the sensations but in light of all the anal play we just had, I thought better of it. I eased back the caressing of her now overly sensitive pleasure center. I slowed with light kisses all around her well excited pussy. My face was covered in her moisture. I noticed Barbara was near the point of exhaustion (and so was I for that matter) but she still had the strength to pull me up into a warm and loving hug. After a couple of minutes of gently rubbing each others backs while in our embrace, I thought it was time to get dressed. Putting on our clothes (or should I say straightening out the clothes we were wearing) we finally made ourselves presentable to the world. This was definitely the episode to which I was going to compare all of my future sexual encounters to. This was by far the best sex I had ever had. I had to thank my Barbara for it. By thanking her I meant allowing her to forget all of this that happened to her against her will. "I can make it so you don't remember any of this, Barbara." I said. "Thank you, Cal. But I don't think that will be quite necessary." She replied. "Are you sure about that?" I asked. Thinking that for sure she would want to forget all about what I had coerced her into doing. "I am sure. I just need you to promise me that this won't happen again. I don't think I could handle many more sessions like the one we just had. I can't say that I didn't enjoy it. To tell you the truth, I _loved_ it. But, I don't think that it should happen this way again." "Alright, Barbara. I promise." I said as I leaned over and kisses her lightly on the cheek. "You're free to go." Returning my affectionate kiss, she whispered in my ear, "The next time this happens, don't be so sure it is you who are in control." ================================================================================ I wrote Barbara the story, gave it to her to read, and then two days later I suprised her by acting out the fantasy. This is something she wrote that I felt that needed to be included to complete the story--Cal. Hi! I'm Barbara. Cal wrote this story as a gift for me. I thought it was one of the best stories I'd ever read (I don't have access to the use-net) and a very exciting fantasy for me since I was in it. I got off the very first time I read it, in the office he described. I also looked around. The story was so real, I half expected to see a little box sitting on my work table. There wasn't, of course. This place has high security and there's no way someone could've got in my office. Two days after he gave the story to me, Cal stopped by for a work related visit. He was here for about a half hour. About 20 or 25 minutes into his visit, I noticed a small white box sitting in the open on my table. I couldn't believe it! I knew instantly what it _had_ to be but still couldn't believe it. My heart started pounding and I stuttered a bit. I felt my face turning red so I turned away from Cal so he wouldn't know I noticed. (I still don't know how he slipped it there without my noticing. The box wasn't _that_ small.) After he left, I closed the door behind him and, with trembling hands, picked up the box. I opened it. The letter was nearly identical to the one in the story. (One of the few changes was to meet at his house at 5:00 instead of his office.) I was so hot (and wet) at this point. Was I going to go through with this? Did I have a choice? I enjoyed the first pair of silk panties to touch my bare pussy. What an experience! Instead of rewriting Cal's whole story, I'd just like to say the real fantasy wasn't identical to the story but was very, very similar. I can honestly say it was the most erotic experience I've ever had in my life! I highly recommend, to any of you out there, writing an exciting fantasy for your SO and then acting it out...without telling your SO that is your intention. This experience really was like a dream come true. I still can't believe it happened. Barbara P.S. I heard there's been a lot of talk about anal sex over time in various boards on use-net. Things like: do women really enjoy it, does it hurt, etc. I can tell you women LOVE it and NO it doesn't have to hurt. It feels _so_ good!