the Banker's Deal (closed for twilight10 and I)

Amanda was a shopaholic. She admitted it! She had seven credit cards and had clocked up almost $60,000 of high cost debt. Of course working in the bank, that would be frowned on. Of course no one need know. That was the plan.

She adjusted the lodgement of a regular customer. He was quite elderly and came in, regular as clockwork twice a year, and lodged round about €60,000 a time. Today, he had come in with $80,000, and Amanda had lodged $60,000 and kept twenty for her immediate payments. Yesterday, one credit card company had called her at work, and that could not happen!

She was pretty sure no one would discover it. He brought in cash, and he wasn't due a statement until next February, and well before then, she' d repay the money herself.

Amanda was small and dark, with long black hair, a neat figure, and DD boobs. But banking was still a misogynistic business, and she was ultra conservative. She wore glasses, but only for reading, and she thought they made her look more business like too.

Happy with her days work, she left for the evening, and went to a different back to make her Credit card payments.

At 31, Tom Kendrick was well on his way to becoming the youngest bank president in the company's history. Granted, he still had a long way to go. Right now he was only a bank associate; he still had to move up to vice president and then president. But he calculated that by 40 he would be president. Even now, at 31, he made a lot of money and had a solid, secure job.

Tom was 5'9", weighing 185 pounds, well-built, muscular, and athletic. His shaggy brown hair and piercing green eyes had always made him attractive to women, and while he enjoyed dating and sex, he usually focused primarily on his work. Part of his job included scrutinizing, in detail, the work of all the cashiers, clerks, and associates under him.

It was while doing precisely that, working much later than usual, watching the early summer sunset melting along the horizon like liquid fire, that he was calculating Amanda's recent activities, and he was unhappy with what he saw. Was that $80,000 transaction from the old man's account really accurate? Did she really skim $20,000 off for herself? If not, where did the money go?

Tom wasn't sure what to do. Should he go to Madison Jeffries, the bank president, about it? No, not yet. First he would talk to Amanda tomorrow. Tom made copies of all the necessary documents and set aside a set to bring home with him, just in case. He locked up the building behind him and went home, trying to determine the best course of action for the morning.

Amanda all but skipped into work the next day, feeling as if the weight of the world had been lifted off her! No credit card companies to avoid today! No, her accounts were in pretty good order, and nice little payment off each!!

Not long after she sat, she received an email from Tom Kendrick, asking her to report to his office at 11.00. The way her day was going, maybe it was a promotion, and she skipped happily to his office, rapped on the door, and on command entered, smiling from ear to ear.

"Mr. Kendrick, you wanted to see me?"

Amanda looked so cute and perky, Tom thought as she walked into his office. He actually felt a little bad that he was going to have to wipe that smile off her face, but she deserved it. Or, perhaps she had a good explanation for the account problems. He hoped she did - he liked Amanda, after all, and didn't want to have to punish her.

"Please close the door behind you and have a seat, Amanda," he said when she walked in. He leaned forward and folded his hands. "It seems that we have some problems with a few of your recent transactions."

He handed her the photocopies he had made last night of the various accounts with problems, including the most recent $20,000 disaster. "I wondered if you could explain these to me, Amanda. I truly hope you can."

"Oh fuck!" Amanda thought, and she felt as though the bottom had dropped out of her world!! Her first thought was to say that she had made a mistake, and would go look for it, see if she could sort it out, and sneak the money back in, but the money was gone, she couldn't get it back.

"Umm, I really can't say, off the top of my head, sir, I'd need to study the transactions and go back over everything from yesterday, cross reference each docket and.........." she knew she was waffling, and he knew it too. She looked up at him, met his eye, and knew her number was up.

"I'm so sorry sir. I.......... I.......I borrowed it! I know I shouldn't have and ........... please dont tell, please dont call the cops please! I am begging you please!" and she began to cry, self pity consuming her, and she railed at the injustice of being caught!!

At first she tried to play things smoothly, but it was clear that Amanda wasn't a criminal and couldn't keep up the act for very long. Soon she was letting it all out, sobbing in front of him like a child who had been caught stealing candy.

"I'm really disappointed in you, Amanda," he said. He hated sounding like this. He didn't have any children and certainly didn't want to be start being a father right now. "Was it really worth it? Did you really think you could get away with it?"

Why was he saying these things? Yes, they were true, but was he deliberately trying to torment the poor girl? He felt sort of bad, but he kept on anyway:
"You do realize that what you did could not only get you fired but will also most likely get you thrown in jail?"

Amanda's heart fell, and she thought she was going to be sick! Oh Sweet Jesus! He was going to have her arrested, the thought of prison, the shame of a trail everything flashed through her mind and her horror was clear on her face.

Was it really worth it? Did you really think you could get away with it?"
That was EXACTLY what she had thought! How could she have been so naive! ' It seemed like a good idea at the time', was not an appropriate defence!

"You do realize that what you did could not only get you fired but will also most likely get you thrown in jail? She was crushed, utterly! She began to cry, and glanced up at Mr. kendrick, there was no softening in the expression on his face, so she stopped and decided to play out her one final tactic.

"Please dont do that Sir! Please Mr. Kendrick, there must be some other way! If you could find it in your heart to overlook this, I'd be..... ever so grateful!" She looked up at him, as he sat at his desk, his fingers steepled and his expression implacit

She hung her head and decided to go for broke, she sniggered at her unfortunate turn of phrase, she would have to spell it out. She hoped to God she was not going to make a fool of herself, and get thrown out, rejected, fired, arreset and imprisioned. but, she reasoned she had literally nothing left to lose!

"Mr. Kendrick, is there something I could do, for you perhaps, that would make this go away? Anything I could do? Anything at all? How about if I ..... if I um........ slept with you, or something? Would something like that be possible to save me?"

"Mr. Kendrick, is there something I could do, for you perhaps, that would make this go away? Anything I could do? Anything at all? How about if I ..... if I um........ slept with you, or something? Would something like that be possible to save me?"

Tom couldn't help but smile. He thought something like this might happen, but he hadn't expected Amanda to be quite so straightforward about it. Well, she probably figured she had nothing else to lose...and she was right. He cleared his throat, unfolded his hands, and sat back, staring at her intensely. He dragged out the stare as long as possible, letting her sweat. Tom had no idea why, but for some strange reason he enjoyed this mental torture. It was never something he had ever done before, and he didn't consider himself a sadist, but Amanda brought out something new in him.

"That's a very bold offer, Amanda," he finally said. "Do you realize what you're proposing? And what, exactly, are you proposing? Perhaps if you'd give me some details...such as where, when, how? I need to know whether a deal like this might be worth my while."

"Do you realize what you're proposing?" Mr. Kendrick asked. Did she? Not really, but she would propose anything she thought might get her out of the Hellish situation she found herself in !! "Yes Sir! I do!" she stated with more confidence than she felt.

"And what, exactly, are you proposing? Perhaps if you'd give me some details...such as where, when, how? I need to know whether a deal like this might be worth my while." Well this was it, make or break point!

Amanda was not sexually experienced. Oh, of course she had had sex with a few guys, but usually lights out, tee shirt up, quickly over type of stuff!! She felt she needed to be a little more Femme Fatal, in order the snag the interest of Mr. Kendirck. She felt is was essential to snag his interest, and then another thought occurred to her. Perhaps this was a golden opportunity! Perhaps she could truely capture his interest, and actually snag him too!!

Wouldn't life be good, if she had him falling at her feet, worshiping her!! At her mercy! Maybe there was a promotion or two in it for her!!! She knew she was grinning avariciously, and she schooled her features to portray an earnest front.

"Well, Mr. Kendrick, I am proposing to be whatever you want me to be! Maybe...." she thought for a moment. Guys liked fantasy stuff, dress up kind of things right? "...... I could dress up for you, like as a nurse, or something, or a teacher, or a schoolgirl, and I could let you have sex with me!! Someplace discrete. it would have to be very discrete - perhaps your place?" she asked. She was looking at his face, and there were hints of a smile, and she thought to herself, that perhaps she was better at this than she had thought, he was going to go for it! She could tell!

He was smiling. Going for gold, she added "Perhaps, this Saturday night! not Friday, I'm busy Friday," then thinking she better make more of an effort she added "but of course, if Friday suits you better I can cancel my arrangements!!"

Tom listened carefully to everything Amanda was saying, weighing her proposition. He liked the part about her dressing up, and thought she had some potential if she at least knew that men liked costumes. She was smiling from ear to ear, but he wondered whether she truly knew what she was in for.

"Perhaps, this Saturday night! not Friday, I'm busy Friday...but of course, if Friday suits you better I can cancel my arrangements!!"

"Oh, you don't need to cancel anything on my account," he said slowly. "I'm sure Saturday night will be fine. How about you come to my place at 7 PM?" He leaned forward again, doing his best to look intense and managerial. He wanted her to be afraid of him. "Now let's getting something straight, Amanda. You're doing this to not only keep your job but not to get thrown in jail. If you do this, I'm calling the shots, all the way. You have to not only be willing to have sex with me but to satisfy every single filthy craving I have, to live out all my dirtiest sexual fantasies. If you can't do that, then the bet is off. You have to be my sex slave, my personal property, my own fucktoy. You should really think this over before you agree. Because if you do agree, then I promise you: I'm not going to go easy on you."

He leaned forward even more, staring directly into her eyes. "Do you understand?"

Amanda smiled, and felt the tension leave her body. He was going for it, she could tell!!

"Oh, you don't need to cancel anything on my account,I'm sure Saturday night will be fine. How about you come to my place at 7 PM?"[/B

]Amanda was so pleased- he was such a gentleman, not wanting to disrupt her Friday night plans! That was good. Seven o clock sounded good, and visions of dinner in a nice, upscale, intimate restaurant perhaps followed by dancing, flashed through her mind................ until he continued and burst her bubble with a bang!!

"You have to not only be willing to have sex with me but to satisfy every single filthy craving I have, to live out all my dirtiest sexual fantasies. If you can't do that, then the bet is off. You have to be my sex slave, my personal property, my own fucktoy. You should really think this over before you agree. Because if you do agree, then I promise you: I'm not going to go easy on you."

Oh Shit! this was a whole different ball game. This wasn't basically a date, only with a guaranteed outcome at the end, this was..... this was.... unimaginable!!!! Words flashed through her mind "filthy craving", "dirtiest sexual fantasies", "sex slave" "property", "fucktoy" and she thought she might pass out! He did not have a soft and easy once off encounter in mind, he wanted her, anyway he wanted her!!!

She sat, dumbstruck, rivitted to the chair, and the colour leached from her skin, and her stomach fell through the floor. No way could she do that! No way!

Then she realised, the alternative - fired, disgraced, imprisioned, there was no alternative. She was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea, and she had no choice but to agree. Wondering where this would take her, where it would end, and God help her, what it would require of her, she nodded.

He scared her. She was in awe of him, at the best of times, but now, he downright terrified her, and he held her fate absolutely in his hands. Taking a deep breath, to steady her racing heart, she said "I understand, and I agree. I have very ......... limited experience in this.... area, though, but I will do as you say. In return, you destroy the evidence of my ..... um.... loan from the bank? Oh, and our ...um... arrangement.... is that for a fixed period of time..... or .....longer?"

"I understand, and I agree. I have very ......... limited experience in this.... area, though, but I will do as you say. In return, you destroy the evidence of my ..... um.... loan from the bank? Oh, and our ...um... arrangement.... is that for a fixed period of time..... or .....longer?"

Tom was amused by her hesitant speech patterns and the way she seemed to dwell on every word. There was fear in her voice, terror even, but also a little bit of awe and - perhaps - what might have even been excitement. But maybe that was just his imagination.

"In return, Amanda, yes...I will destroy all the evidence of any criminal activity and you will be able to keep your job - with me watching you very closely from now on, of course."

He stood up then, and walked around the desk, placing a hand on her shoulder. He rubbed it very gently, like a gentle massage, as he answered her second question: "I think this will be for a fixed period of time, but I haven't quite decided how long yet. It might just be for that one night, or...who knows? Maybe it will be a week? Or maybe a month? By Saturday night, when you arrive at my place, I will know exactly what the period is, and I will stay true to my word."

He ran his hand down her side, stopping at her waist. "I really hope you know what you're in for, Amanda. I'm not an easy man to please."

Then he abruptly pulled away from her, opened the office door, and spoke in his most officious voice: "Thank you, Ms. Kendrick. We'll be in touch about that arrangement very soon."

Amanda closed Mr. Kendrick's office door behind her, and heaved a sigh of relief. He had said the magic words - "I will destroy all the evidence of any criminal activity and you will be able to keep your job " So long as that was the case, she didn't care how demanding he might be, or how difficult to please, she knew she could do it, would do it!!

She headed back to her desk, with her heart a whole lot lighter than before. Lunch-time came, and to celebrate her escape from prision ( a little melodramatic, to be sure, but that was what it felt like to her!) and to celebrate her credit cards, once again actually having some credit available on them, she went and did a little shopping!!

But the time lunch time was over, she had spent $300 on some new make up, $250 on a lovely black purse, and $175 on some new lingere. Despite what he had said about "not being an easy man to please, by the time she skipped out of the elevator, she had convinced herself that things with Mr. Kendrick would be very managable, and that life was on the up and up!!

Tom watched Amanda practically skipping out of the bank at lunchtime and at the end of the day. She looked so convinced that the worst was behind her - but little did she realize that the worst was still ahead of her. Oh well, he thought. Let her have her little illusion for now. Let her believe that everything was going to be just fine. If she was that innocent, it would be even more fun to corrupt that innocence this weekend.

He found himself still amazed that he had these sadistic feelings about the girl. He wasn't usually like this, but something in Amanda brought out the dominant animal; he wanted to use her, humiliate her, degrade her. And he would.

***

When Saturday evening came, he made sure his house was cleaned up and tidy. He tried to make everything look warm and inviting. His living room was high and sprawling, with exposed black beams running along the ceiling that made it look like a ski lodge. He wanted her to feel safe and at home - and then shock her with reality.

He waited patiently, looking casual but handsome in black pants, a blue shirt, and a loosely tied gold tie. At seven PM sharp, the doorbell rang, and he answered the door feeling excitement and elation.

Saturday, Amanda spent loads of time getting herself ready, for what she now thought of, as her date with Mr. Kendrick, no, with Tom, she smiled as she thought that. She went to the spa and had a facial, a body scrub, manicure, pedicure, waxing, and a body polish. Then she went and got her hair styled.

Returning home, she didn't eat much, as Tom would probably have a nice little upscale restaurant booked. She put on her newly purchased lingere, a black lacy panties, and a matching half bra, which she though lifted and presented her breasts nicely.

Then she put on her little black cocktail dress, with its cute sweetheart neckline in front, and slightly dipping neckline to the back. It was sleeveless, and ended just barely above her knee. She put on silver strappy sandals, and a silver light cardigan. Then she got a cab to Tom's house.

Wow, this is nice, was her first thought as he opened the door. He house, although clearly wanting for a woman's touch, was clean and tidy, and had all the modern comforts one would expect. She placed her purse on the hall table and turned to Tom, "are we leaving straight away, or having a drink her first" she asked, and looked around expectantly.

Amanda was a vision when she stood before him at the door. The little black cocktail dress somehow made her look cute and sexy at the same time. Tom even liked her strappy sandals. He invited her inside and took a good look at her, eyeing her up and down without any subtlety. "You look gorgeous," he said. "You make me want to do terrible things to you."

"Are we leaving straight away, or having a drink here first?"

Those words struck him as shocking and very, very amusing. The poor girl thought this was an honest-to-God date! She was apparently even more innocent than he thought. Well, he would have to change that in a hurry.

"Amanda," he said gently, putting his hands softly on her waist, "we aren't going anywhere. There is no date. I'm not wining and dining you. What I'm doing is preventing you from getting fired and going to jail. That means that we're not beating around the bush or pretending that this is anything romantic. This is all about me using you in any way I want."

He moved his hands from her waist around to her ass, and cupped it softly, pulling her closer to him. Their lips were now about an inch apart. "Did you really have any illusions - or maybe I should say delusions - that you were going to be treated like a princess tonight? Because you won't...you'll be treated like a fuck slave."

Amanda was excited, by the prospect of this date. It was a biggy! He was set to become one of the youngest presidents in the bank, and had "Potential" stamped all over him!! She could feel him burning her up with his eyes as she entered You look gorgeous, She beamed!

He spoke : "Amanda,we aren't going anywhere. There is no date. I'm not wining and dining you. What I'm doing is preventing you from getting fired and going to jail. That means that we're not beating around the bush or pretending that this is anything romantic. This is all about me using you in any way I want." Amanda heard what he said, or rather she heard him speak, but in her mind, she was still thinking about their date, as she took none of it in. She continued to smile serenely, hoping to portray a "wife of the bank president" visage!!

He gripped her ass, and she wondered if it was wise to allow him to become so fresh, this early in the date, and then he spoke again, and this time a little of what he said penetrated the fog of her delusion "you'll be treated like a fuck slave." Her smile faltered, and she looked up at him, certain she had not heard right. "I'm sorry, Tom, what was that, I thought , for a moment you said ....... Oh God! Youre..... youre serious, aren't you? You're really not bringing me out, its just, just sex.... here?" Amanda's stomach lurched, and she felt as if the ground had fallen out from under her!! She'd gotten all dressed up for nothing! She could have come by in her sweats for all he cared!!!

Defeated, she turned to him "Alright! show me to your bedroom" She didn't add "lets get this over with," but her demeanor spoke volumns!

Tom could tell that much of the excitement had drained from Amanda's voice as she said "Alright! show me to your bedroom" He felt like shaking his head. Did the dumb girl really think this was going to be some sort of romantic date? The idea was absurd. How could she be so innocent that she couldn't figure out the whole concept of blackmail?

"Well, we don't have to go to the bedroom that fast," Tom said, his hands still cupping her ass, pulling her close to him. He kissed her cheek and moved down to her neck, then peppered her cleavage will little kisses. "You look like you spent a lot of time getting dressed up, so I'd hate to just rip your clothes off."

He moved towards a side table that sat next to the couch, on which stood a glass of very expensive red wine and two glasses. He poured each of them a glass and handed her one. "Have a drink and make yourself comfortable...and then I want you to strip that dress off very slowly while I watch."

Amanda brightened a little as Tom started to shower her with attention, and he had noticed how nice she looked, well he hadn't quiet put it that way." You look like you spent a lot of time getting dressed up, so I'd hate to just rip your clothes off."[/B] Well, she would just hate him to rip her clothes off too! So they were in agreement.

His kisses on her neck were nice, she thought, perhaps this would be more pleasant than he had outlined earlier. Then he continued. "Have a drink and make yourself comfortable...and then I want you to strip that dress off very slowly while I watch."


Amanda took the offered drink eagerly. She wasn't much of a drinker, but felt the need for one now! She gulped down half of it straight away, and then realisation set in - as soon as she finished her drink, she would have to strip for him, and she spend the next thirty minutes toying with, but not drinking her drink! Finally, sensing Tom's patience was wearing thin, she tossed back the remainder of her dutch courage, and got to her feet. Standing in front of him, feeling utterly stupid, she reached for the side zip in her dress. Had she realised she would be doing this, she would have picked something easier to get out of, or rather something, more elegant to get out of.

this particular dress had a side zip, running from almost the top, to her hip, but then she had to grap the hem line of the skirt and pullit over her head,and sort of wriggle it off over her breasts and shoulders, and of course the dress caught on her breasts. As she struggled with it, she heard Tom laughing, and she got even redder! Bad enough to have to strip for him, but to do so inelegantly!!

finally the dress came unstuck, and she pulled it off. Then she removed her little black bra, and her matching panties, and her strappy sandals, and she stood before him, one hand covering most of her breasts,a nd the other shielding her womanhood from his view.

Tom didn't want to make the girl uncomfortable, but he couldn't help but laugh as she got her dress caught and had such a difficult time getting it off. It was actually very cute and even rather endearing. In a strange way, it made him want her more.

Before he knew it, however, she was standing completely nude in front of him, awkwardly covering her breasts and her sex. He watched her for a moment as she stood there like a statue, and then stood up and moved closer to her. He put his hand over the hand covering her breasts and slowly removed it. "Let's take this away." Once her hand was free, he gazed down lustfully at her breasts.

He reached around and cupped her firm ass, pulling her close to him. He could tell how nervous she was, but that didn't stop him from kissing her lips softly. He moved down to kiss her neck and then her breasts, taking each nipple in his mouth.

Then he finally moved his hand to her other hand and pulled it away slowly. "Let's see what you have under here," he said, running his fingers along her exposed pussy.

If Amanda thought she was embarrassed before, it was nothing compared to what she felt as Tom moved her hands away, exposing her breasts and pussy to his view. She felt so ....so exposed, so vulnurable. He kissed her mouth, her face, neck, breasts and finally suckled each nipple in turn. Amanda began to relax a little. This wasn't so bad, this was actually, a little arousing! Then, his fingers went to the apex of her thighs. He moved them back and forth along her slit, and she hung her head, knowing what he would find.

She didn't know why, she didn't understand why, but she was wet, her juices seeping from her. The fact that he was still fully dressed, made her feel even more naked, if that was possible. He eased her legs apart, and probed her wet pussy a little more, flicking at her engorged clit, causing her to moan and shake, and dipping just the tip of his forefinger inside her wet pink hole. She was horrified at the way this was going. This wasn't the date, the compliments, the nightcap, and then the quick tumble in bed, under the covers and in the dark, that she had expected. This was almost an examination of her body, and she did not like the way her body was betraying her, reacting to his touch, when she wanted to remain aloof and apart.

Although he could tell she was nervous and hesitant, Tom could also tell from the juices seeping from Amanda's sex that she was also aroused. Her pussy seemed to get wetter every moment, her clit hard and exposed at his touch. He continued to move back and forth between her two nipples as he rubbed at her velvet tunnel, taking each hard nubbin in turn between his lips. He kneaded her ass cheeks like dough with one hand as he fingered her with the other, driving one finger and then two inside her.

"Why don't you lie back on the couch?" he said with a smile after another couple minutes. "Lie back and spread your legs...I promise I'll make you feel good."

It wasn't long before he had pushed her into position and moved to his knees in front of her, spreading her thighs and burying his head between her legs. He gently flicked his tongue along the outer edge of her pink mound, and then probed inside her wet hole, eventually moving his tongue towards her clit.

Amanda did as she was told, and laid back on the couch, her legs splayed lewdly, and she blushed right up again. Tom knelt on the floor in front of her, and she wanted badly to close her legs, and cover herself, as she felt him looking at her so intimately.

He began to lick her, and despite herself she began to feel a tension spirilling up inside her, and hoped like mad she was not going to cum. He began to pump his fingers into her, and she found her hips, as though with a mind of thier own, began to rise up, pressing against him. Suddenly, with a scream she lurched up "Oh yes! Yes! Urghhhhhh!!! mmmmmmmmm!" and as she convulsed, and shuddered, she came, in the most powerful climax she had ever had! She instantly covered her face with her hands, embarrassed and horribly awared of Tom's still fully clothed state.

As Tom buried his tongue inside her slit and moved it intensely across her clit, he could feel Amanda's body bucking and shuddering as her climax arrived. Then she let out a loud yelp, followed by several small screams, and he could feel the juices flooding out of her hot fevered cunt.

As she came down from the orgasm, he could tell she was embarassed. "Don't be embarassed," he said gently, moving up next to her on the couch. He kissed her mouth and said, "There's no reason we can't both get some enjoyment out of this."

He kissed her more and began to unbutton his shirt. Soon the shirt was off, revealing his muscular arms and well-built torso. He took her hand in his own as he kissed her neck and breasts some more, then placed her hand on his crotch so she could feel his hardness tenting his pants. "Do you want to be a good little slut and take that out?" he asked with a grin.

Amanda was relieved when Tom came and sat next to her, on the couch. He put his arm around her, tellling her not to be embarrassed, and began to kiss her. As he did, she could taste herself on his lips and tongue, and despite the fact that she thought she ought to be revolted, she actually found the taste quite pleasant, and rather arousing!!

He began to open his shirt, and her hands went immediately to the buttons, which she undid one, by one, finally removing his shirt altogether. She was stunned at what good shape he was in!! His chest was well developed, his stomach flat and toned, and it was obvious he worked out. Of course, she knew from seeing him at work, that he was in reasonable shape, but his well tailored suits his a beautiful body!! she leaned in and began to lick his chest. She didn't know what possessed her to do so, it just seemed appropriate.

Tom took her hand, and kissed it, and she thought it a quaint, endearing quality, and then he shattered that illusion with his comment. "Do you want to be a good little slut and take that out? as he settled her hand on his hard cock. Amanda bristled a little at his crudity, but deep inside her, she felt a flush, a little burst of excitement, that she hurried to quash.

Clumsily, she unbuckled his belt, and unbuttoned his pants, before pulling the zip carefully down. It wouldnt do to hurt him with the zip!! He stood, and she removed his pants completely, and then looked up, wondering if his boxer briefs were to stay or go. He grinned at her "C'mon, be a good little slut!" and she took that to mean she was to remove them. Pulling them down, caused his hard, swollen cock to virtually catapult out, narrowly missing her eye, and causing her to jump back in alarm.

He stood, unpreturbed by his nakedness, and she looked her fill, red and embarrassed enough for both of them!! She had never really looked at a cock before. Previously, she had felt one on occasion, but sex had always been under cover of darkness, more fumbling about than any great exploration. Notwithstanding her lack of experience, she decided that Tom was more than well endowed, and his heavy cock stuck out from his body, pointing in her direction.