Mother, Brother & Sister Having Sex
Faiza was upset. She was going to swimming today but could not do so. Her pubes were showing
through her swimming suite and she had no hair removing cream to remove them. Suddenly she
thought of using her brother's razor. Amir was two years her senior, she was 15, and they shared a
common bathroom. Each had a door from their room into the bath. She went outside and made sure
that he was not home. Relax she went to the bathroom and opened his cabinet. His Gillette razor
was lying next to his shaving foam. After taking of her clothes she inspected her pubes. They were
thick and black and covered her virgin pussy like a blanket. Faiza was a beautiful girl. She had 34B
sized breasts, slender waist and round buttocks. She slowly applied the foam on her pubes. In her
religion, girls are not supposed to play with their pussies, but she was finding it hard not to touch
the small bud at the top of her pink pussy. She slightly touched it and a shiver of ecstacy ran
through her. She hadn't played with herself and did not know to do any further so she picked up the
razor and carefully began to remove her hair. She was so much absorbed in it that she did not hear
her brother come inside.
"What are you doing with my razor, you idiot?"
"Nothing." That was all she could say.
Faiza was so stunned that she could not find an answer.
Amir lost all his anger when he saw her beautiful tits and her spread semi hairless pussy.
When she realized her nudity, she quickly reached for the towel and covered her nudity.
"Don't." That was all he could say to her.
"Get out or I will tell Samia."
"What are you going to tell her that you are using my razor for cleaning your pubes?"
"Please.. I am your sister and you are not supposed to see me naked."
"Okay, but on one condition."
"What is that?"
"You will tell me all about yourself and hear from me about myself, like you being my girl friend."
"Okay. But go away know or some one might come looking for us."
"See you in the evening." And Amir went outside with a large bulge in his pants.
Faiza could not concentrate all day long. Even the swimming gala could not cheer her up. Every
time she thought about what had happened would sent a shiver through her young body. Being seen
naked by someone for the first time and that person being her brother was both exiting and
repulsive. She did not know what to do. On one hand she wanted to show her body to him and also
get a chance of seeing him naked, but she was afraid that it may lead to other things which she was
not prepared to experiment before getting married.
At dinner table she saw that Amir was also tense.
Their father noticed.
"Amir. Did you and Faiza had a quarrel today?"
"No," said amir.
"Then why are you both not talking to each other?" He turned to Faiza and asked her the same
"Oh daddy I am tired after the swimming gala and nothing else."
"Ok, its Sunday tomorrow, and you both can sleep without the trouble of going to school."
They said good night and went to their room.
After nearly one hour she heard a knock at her bathroom door.
With trembling hands she opened it. Amir was standing in his sleeping suite.
"Can I come in?"
"Sure," was all that she could say.
Amir switched off her lights except those on the bedside table.
"What are you doing?" she said.
"Ever one should get the impression that we are asleep, that's what I am doing."
They sat on her bed staring at each other.
"What do you want to know?"
"Look Faiza, I am your brother and I will do nothing of the sort that you do not like. So please relax
and don't be afraid."
He saw her relaxing and for the first time saw her smile a bit.
"You look beautiful in your nightdress," she said.
"Thank you, you also look beautiful especially when you are naked.
"Please don't talk about it know," she cut him short.
"Okay. But can I ask some private questions."
"What is the size of your boobs?"
"34B" was her short reply.
"And the color of your nipples?"
"You saw them today so why ask?" She was getting bolder now as she saw that it was just boy's
"Well, you quickly covered yourself so I just had a glimpse."
"Light brown," she said with a small laugh.
"Are you wearing a bra know."
"No. I do not wear one when I go to bed."
"Can I feel them."
"Certainly not, that is out of question."
While talking she had a strange feeling there and she knew that she was wet. Her nipples were
aching and she thanked God that the main lights were off and Amir cannot see them through her
nearly transparent cotton qameez (shirt in English).
"Please," her brother muttered.
"Okay. I will show you one of my boob but then you have to answer my questions also and promise
me that you will not take advantage of me."
She slowly raised her qameez and took out her left tit.
It was amir first time seeing a tit so closely. He had previously seen his mothers when she was
nursing his baby brother. But this was something new.
"Is it beautiful?" she asked in a teasing voice.
"Yes," was all he could say in a deep voice.
"Please. Let me touch them," he pleaded.
"Okay. But just touch it."
He extended his hand and touched it. It was so soft. He touched the hard nipple. She gave a small
"Does it hurt when I touch it?"
"No. Please keep on doing it, it feels wonderful."
He took hold of her shirt and in one clean sweep he threw it off her head. There she was naked
from above with all her splendors.
"You promised you won't do anything," Faiza said, trembling with desire.
"I just want to see them both. I am sorry."
"Doesn't matter know any way, and no it all right. I want you to see them."
He brought his mouth closer to them and took the left nipple in his mouth.
She jerked and thrust her boob into his hungry mouth.
"Oh it feels so good. Please suck them as Atif (her baby brother) sucks Samia."
He started with great enthusiasm. First on the left and then on the right until he felt her body tense
and with a slight moan she relaxed. It was her first orgasm of her life and she thought that she had
peed in her shalwar (pants in English). She felt embarrassed.
Amir realized what had happened. "Did you come?"
"What is that?" she asked in a lower voice.
"It means, dummy, that you had an orgasm."
She looked down at her shalwar and amir could see a large wet patch.
"I thought I peed."
"No, you certainly had an orgasm. Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes," she said shyly.
"I want to see your pussy."
He put a hand on the shalwar-covered thighs. She said nothing. Growing bolder he lowered her
shalwar slowly until she was completely naked.
Her glistering shaved pussy, wet from her come, was in front of him.
He touched her there.
"No please," she pleaded, "I am not ready for it."
With a sigh he removed his hand. "Okay, but promise me that you will show it to me."
Alright, and with that Faiza put on her shalwar again. When she reached for her shirt he stopped
"I want you like this don't wear your shirt, you look beautiful."
Faiza was reluctant but agreed. "OK now you will answer my questions."
"Go ahead feel free to ask any thing."
"Are you circumsised?"
"Sure dummy, it is in our religion."
"What is your size?"
"You know it what I am talking about" she said.
He laughed. "Well I have nearly 7 inches of cock. Do you like to see it?"
"Yes," she replied shyly.
Amir lowered his pajamas and pulled out his virgin erect cock.
Faiza was stunned at the size of it. She had heard other girls talking about it but haven't seen one
before. It looked beautiful and she wanted to touch it but she wanted her brother to ask her.
"Well, do you like it."
"I don't know."
"Haven't you seen a cock before?"
"Do you think I am a whore?"
"No. I thought, OK forget about it, will you touch it?"
She slowly put her hand on his penis. It was so hot and silky. Her small hand was trembling as she
felt the length of it.
Amir was in paradise. He was also a virgin. Before today nobody has touched his cock. He was
finding it hard to control his passion. He knew that a few more strokes and he would be coming.
Faiza was inspecting her brother's cook very minutely. "These are your balls" aren't they, she
pointed to the hairy sack hanging below his cock.
"Yes they are. Look Faiza, why don't you keep on rubbing my cock."
"What will happen if I do so?"
"I will come like you did."
She started rubbing vigorously to please her brother. Amir felt his cook grew and started feeling the
sensation building. After few strokes he knew he was ready.
"Please faster, I am going to come."
Faiza intensified her efforts. Suddenly a load of hot seamen erupted from the tip of her brother's
cook and landed on her chest. She didn't know what to do but jest kept on pumping. At least Amir
sighed and his cook stopped erupting.
"Thank you," he said and kissed his sister on her cheeks.
"What am I going to do with all this mess on my chest?"
He looked down and saw that his cum was all on her chest and beautiful breasts.
He had an idea. He lowered his mouth and took her cum covered nipple in his mouth. It tasted salty
but he kept on liking them until both her tits were clean.
She was astonished and at the same time getting aroused again.
Amir looked into her eyes and read the message. "Will you like to taste my cum?" She nodded in
He took some of his come on his finger and brought it to her mouth. She eagerly opened her mouth
and took it and sucked it clean.
"You want more," he asked.
"Yes," she said. "Then why don't you taste it on my cock?"
"You mean I take your cock in my mouth, isn't it dirty to do such a thing?"
"No, nothing is dirty in love. Come take it."
She looked down at his semi erect penis and back at him.
"Come on, try it for once."
Reluctantly she opened her mouth and took the head of his cook in her mouth and instantly felt the
remaining of cum on his tip. He thrust and half of his now throbbing cook was in her mouth.
"Suck it like a lollipop." She did so and found it was fun. She could feel his cook increasing in size
in her mouth. But then she pulled back.
" Look isn't it to much for one day, it is my first experience and I want to go slow."
Amir was desperate but he wanted to please his kid sister. "OK but promise me that we shall do this
Faiza smiled. "Look, I also liked it but think about one thing and that is I am your sister."
"Nobody will know about it I promise you," Amir replied.
"It is not about anybody knowing. It is not right both in our religion and in law."
"Look I liked it and so did you so there is nothing bad about it. I want to see you naked, completely,
and make love to you."
"Hey! aren't you going to fast?" Faiza said.
"Look I saw your breasts and your pussy didn't I?"
She looked at her brother. He looked so adorable that she wanted him close to her. He was senior to
her but looked like a baby pleading for something. She opened his arms and embraced him. It
seemed as eternity.
Suddenly she felt something hot on her still naked breasts. She looked down and saw that those
were his tears. "What is the matter?" she asked him.
"I love you so much that it is hard for me thinking you will reject me."
"No dummy. I am not rejecting you. I love you. OK I promise we will do this again."
"But I want to see you completely naked today and even at your terms."
She was helpless. She separated from him and stood up. Brought her shalwar down and sat on the
carpet at a safe distance from him.
"You want to see my pussy so look at it."
"I can't see it like this. You have to open wide."
Faiza slowly opened her legs and gave her brother a first full view of her pussy. Teasingly she
lowered her hand and opened the lips of her virgin pussy.
Amir could not believe his eyes. There she was his beautiful young sister spread open and her pink
pussy glistering with her wetness.
"Do you like what you see?" she asked teasingly.
"Can I jerk off while looking at you?"
"Do any thing you like but with yourself."
Amir took his rigid cook in his hand and earnestly started pumping at his meat.
Within no time he was ready to come. Faiza knew that he was about to come from the expression
on his face. She was wet herself and tension was growing in her lions.
I am coming announced Amir and with that threw a thick load of jism into the air, which landed on
his sister's thighs. Faiza also could not stop her hands from playing with herself. The moment she
touched her clit, she started to come.
Both brother and sister lay exhausted after the powerful orgasms.
It was Faiza who stood first and wore back her clothes. She came near her brother and gave his
flaccid cook a small squeeze. It stirred. She laughed and asked him to wear back his clothes. After
both were dressed Amir gave her a kiss on her cheeks and said good night.
Both of them slept soundly knowing that more was in store with the rise of the new sun.
Real Life Sex Expereince(Learn From It)
This story should be a wake up call to all couples out there; that
just because someone seem to be your friend, pay attention to
the little voice that warns you something's wrong. A "friend" of
mine started arranging part-time jobs for me (all perfectly legal,
but they kept me from home). I'd be gone for hours @ a time.
Mitch (not his real name), knew where I'd be & how long I'd be
gone. on one of these jobs, I was going to be gone overnight.
Mitch promised he'd look in on my wife, to make me feel better
about leaving. This all sounded plausible, even "friendly" to me.
But that little voice told me something was wrong. Something just
didn't seem right. But i dismissed this as paranoia. After all,
Mitch had proven to be a good friend of mine. He and his wife
often went out to dinner, movies, etc... with my wife & I. So off I
went, trying very hard to convince myself that my family was
safe. I still have a hard time forgiving myself for this mistake in
judgment. While i was on this job, Mitch did indeed come by my
house, check in with my wife & made sure she was ok. Before
Mitch left, he went to the restroom. It was then that my wife & I
think he unlocked a bedroom window. Since we never unlocked
the windows in winter time, this was the only time he could have.
But since we never unlocked the windows, my wife never checked
them to see if they were locked. Around 3:15a.m. (according to
the radio), my wife woke to find a pillow on her head. Someone
had climbed on top of her. He was using one hand to hold the
pillow, and the other hand to hold a knife @ my wife's throat. She
heard a hostile, raspy voice telling her to keep quiet. There was
no doubt, it was Mitch's voice. She was turned over and her
hands were taped behind her back. Mitch sodomized her, then
raped her vaginally. After he climaxed a second time, he climbed
off her, took off her wedding set and emptied her jewelry box. He
placed the blade of the knife @ her throat. He told her that if she
told anyone, especially me, what he'd done, he'd return and kill
her and then me. Mitch left her bleeding anally and soaked with
his climax. I returned home soon after, to find her half on our
bed, her hands still taped behind her back, sobbing. She wouldn't
tell me anything about what happened for hours, begging me not
to call the police. At first, I was going to ignore her pleas and
call them anyway, but she was so vehement about telling no
one...I didn't call (note, this was a HUGE mistake, always,
ALWAYS, call the police). Finally, she said a stranger had
climbed in the bedroom window, raped & robbed her.
Unbeknownst to her, I called Mitch, thinking I needed a friend to
help convince her to call the police & press charges. He gave
some ex cuse about why he couldn't come over. I later found out
that he called the next day, while she was home. He threatened
her again. After she realized that I knew she was lying about
SOMETHING, she clamed up and wouldn't say anything on the
subject. It was like she never went through any of this. Mitch
stopped coming around at all, and he had no more jobs for me.
That was fine with me for a while, because I had NO intention of
leaving her @ night. Three months later, Mitch took a job in a
city on the west coast. I later found that he'd lied about where
they were going. The day Mitch left town, my wife took me by the
hand, led me to the den, sat down and started sobbing again. She
told me everything Mitch had done to her, including the threats.
She took the threats seriously, the reason she'd given a false
description to me. I contacted the police. They filled out a report,
said they'd look into the case. The female officer was
WONDERFULLY supportive to my wife, talking to me as her
male partner walked outside with me. He explained that unless
there were prior complaints on Mitch, the D.A. wouldn't even
prosecute, due to all the time that had passed. It would be only
my wife's word that it had happened. There was no physical
evidence that my wife had even been raped, much less that Mitch
had done it. First, guys, if you feel that something isn't right,
listen to your instincts. Second, if your wife is attacked, CALL
THE POLICE!!! Do not let her talk you out of it. At least there
will be a physical record. And last, (and the only thing I did
right), don't be afraid to hold her. You didn't do anything to her
and she needs you to hold her, give her a sense of security. While
I worried for a while that I might accidentally do something to
remind her of the attack, I found that she was smart enough to
know who I was, and could differentiate between her attacker and
I. Couple this with the fact that she had feelings of shame, any
reluctance on my part to hold her (or make love to her), would
have been devastating. It would fulfill her deepest fears that you
don't want her anymore. Simply put, if your wife was mugged
after coming out of a restaurant, you wouldn't hesitate to take
her to restaurants for the rest of your lives. Same principle. And
to any women out there who read this, if your husband/boyfriend
is reacting differently toward you, he needs to talk to someone to.
Love, comfort and time will help heal the open wound of your
attack. . . . . . . .
Sex In Elevator
He found himself dashing across the hotel lobby, his toolbox
banging against one leg, as he raced to make the elevator before
it closed. He had to stick his arm in to keep it from closing, and
he managed to slide in, with a sigh of relief. It only took a few
seconds for Rich to realize that he was not alone in the elevator.
He looked behind him and noticed a beautiful, ravishing blonde-
haired woman standing against the back wall of the elevator,
wearing an expensive business outfit, holding a leather tote-bag
in front of her. She looked extremely young - no more than 21, if
"What are you looking at?" the woman blurted out in a snotty
tone, glancing meanly at the man. "Uhh... nothing," Rich replied,
turning his head the other way. What a beautiful woman, he said
to himself. But if her initial voice was any indication of her
personality, Rich figured, she was not the type of woman to
pursue. Never before had someone sounded so conceited. As the
elevator began to ascend, something popped up in Rich's mind.
That lady looked familiar to him. Wait a minute! There was a
reason she looked familiar to him. In fact,
he knew who she was! "You're Candice Baker!" Rich exclaimed,
spinning around and looking at the woman in disbelief. She gave
an exasperated look and then shrugged her shoulders. "So?"
Rich ripped open his tool box, searching for a piece of paper and
a pen. "Wow! This is incredible! Can I have your autograph?
Wow! My little brother just loves you!" The blonde took in a
deep breath, then spoke in a very demeaning tone. "Look, I
DON'T do autographs." Rich stopped, looking up at her with a
stunned ex pression. She was much different than what he had
previously envisioned her as... To anyone who owned a
television, 19-year-old Candice Baker was a superstar. She was
the marquee name on OCEAN VIEW, a network program which
always ranked high in the weekly television ratings. People knew
her as Theresa Manning , the sexy and flirtatious maid of a little
motel situated on the California coast. Before she landed this
role, Candice had made her mark in the entertainment
community as a fashion model. She had two calendars out, plus a
workout video and even a commercial for a mascara company. At
19, she literally had the world at her feet. "You don't do
autographs?" the repairman asked, crestfallen. "All I ask for is
one... that's all. My little brother, he has your calendar up on his
wall and he watches your show every single week. He just loves
you more than any other..." "LOOK," Candice repeated, now in
a firm tone, "I DON'T do autographs for ANYONE. I could care
less about your worthless little brother." Rich gave an
expression of confusion and then turned his head quickly, so the
famous star could not see his new look of disgust. What a fucking
bitch, he said to himself. She could have told him about her "no
autograph" rule in a much nicer and more polite way, instead of
just being snotty and demeaning him and his brother at the same
Candice sighed and ran a brush through her long, perfectly-styled
hair, eyeing the man from behind. She hated to be in the same
elevator with someone his type. "I'm a million dollar star," she
told herself. "And I have to share an elevator with some lousy
repairman. This hotel should have elevators for stars. After all,
lots of stars come here." "You know," Rich said, breaking the
woman's train of thought. He kept looking straight ahead, not
turning to peer back at her. "You must really be a good actress."
"Thanks," she said, squinting suspiciously at him. "Yeah," he
added. "Your character on TV is so nice and sweet. You on the
other hand, in real life, are nothing but a spoiled little brat. No
one would really know that unless they met you for real."
"WHAT?" Candice screamed, full of rage and anger. "You can't
talk to me like that!" "Who says?" Rich asked, now turning
around to face her. "Me!" she exclaimed, taking a swing and
hitting him in the shoulder. Rich, who prided himself on never
raising a hand to strike a woman, just stood there and shook his
head at her, as she fumed before him. No one had probably ever
opposed her like this before, he told himself. This bitch actress
probably had people eating out of her hands on a regular basis.
Candice reached into her tote-bag and scrambled for her celluar
phone. "I'm going to call security on you!" she screamed. "You
can't talk to me that way! I'm Candice Baker, dammit!" "Look,"
Rich said, "let's just forget it, okay?" "Wouldn't you like to do
that!" she huffed. "Yeah, I would," he told her, matter of factly.
"Plus, if you call security on me, I'll get them on you too. You're
the one who hit me. I did nothing but call you a spoiled little
brat." Candice stopped and looked up at him, frozen. She could
not afford any bad press in the tabloid media. Those nasty
reporters would carve her up if they learned that she was even
accused of punching someone. Her career may take a massive
hit, then she may be finished! So, Candice closed her tote-bag
and looked at the repairman with a confident, sure expression.
"Okay, you got yourself a deal. Just don't bother me anymore.
What floor are we up to, anyway?" Rich glared at her then
looked at the control panel. "22." He turned around so he wasn't
facing her anymore. He then noticed that she was apparently
headed to the 51st floor, 8 higher than him. The button for the
51st floor was lit up, as was the 43rd floor button. Rich, a
handyman whose employer had a contract with this hotel, had
been sent here to fix the air conditioner in one of the rooms. He
was 31 years old and had been in the repair business since
graduating from college. Just an average joe, Rich wore faded
blue jeans and an old t-shirt. A full tool belt was around his waist,
and he carried a tool box in his right hand as well. Rich tapped his
foot on the elevator floor as the compartment went higher and
higher in the building, wanting to get away from this crass,
snobby actress. He wondered to himself whether or not he should
tell his brother of this experience. It would dampen his brother's
image of Candice, whom he thought of as the perfect "dream
girl". Rich then wondered to himself, would his brother believe
that his "dream girl" could be such a bitch? After all, the media
gushed over her. All Rich had heard was that this actress could
be worthy of sainthood. He was always hearing stories of her
helping children and donating to many charities. He also heard
stories of how she never turned down an autograph request. "I
like to interact with my fans," he heard her once say in a national
interview. Yeah, right! Meanwhile, Candice applied more
mascara to her already perfect face. She was on her way to a
very important meeting with a movie producer, with the
possibility of landing a starring role on a high-budget film. That is
why she was dressed so professionally, wearing a red business
jacket and a knee-length red skirt, to go along with dark
stockings and black high-heels. She wore a ton of jewelry and
smelled of only the finest, most expensive perfumes and
"Come on," Candice said, impatient, watching the elevator
console flash the current floor. 34. A few seconds later, 35. Then
36. All of a sudden, the lights in the elevator went out and it came
to a rocky, screeching halt. Seconds later, both Rich and Candice
were stunned as a dimmer light suddenly filled the compartment.
Candice looked around, trying to figure out what had just
happened. Then it was time for her to explode. "WHAT THE
HELL HAPPENED!?" Rich had seen something like this happen
before. "Looks like the electricity went out," he told her calmly.
"ELECTRICITY OUT?" she boomed. "They have to fix it! I
have a very important meeting to go to!" "Calm down," he said,
amazed at her brashness. She was such a sweetheart on
television - at least the character she played was. "I'm sure the
electricity will come back on very soon." The minutes passed,
and the electricity did not come back on. Rich stood patiently,
while Candice paced back and forth frantically. "Not only will I
be late for the meeting," she told herself, "but I have to stay
here longer with THIS." She looked at the repairman, sneering.
"Did you do this?" she asked him, very angry. "Did you cause
the electricity to go out just so you could be stuck in here with
me?" Rich laughed, and shook his head. "No way. I think the
last thing I want is to be stuck in here with YOU, Miss Baker."
Candice gave him a mean look as she shook her head. "I'm going
to call this damn hotel's front desk and see what the problem is!"
She reached back into her tote-bag and pulled out her celluar
phone. "You do that," Rich said, dropping his tool belt and
placing his tool box on the floor. "But I'm going to sit down and
relax." Candice found out from hotel administration that there
was a major electricity blackout in the city. The hotel had a
backup generator, which provided the dim lights that illuminated
the elevator compartment, but the generator was not powerful
enough to move the elevator. Angry, she demanded that they get
a hotel worker to climb down the elevator shaft and get her out of
here. But the administrator told her that would be too dangerous.
Candice then hung up, disgusted. A few minutes later, Candice
had joined Rich on the floor, though she was seated on the other
side of the elevator. She didn't want to be near him, at all. The
starlet had calmed down considerably, although she was still
furious on the inside for this power outage
"Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed this morning?"
Candice looked up, in response the question from Rich. She gave
him another mean look and said, "What are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about your attitude," he replied, in a firm tone. "All
I did was ask for one little autograph. That is no reason to blow
up and explode in my face, in anger. I never did anything to you."
Candice sighed, then shook her head. "Look, I'm sorry. It's just
EVERY single place I go, people want autographs. If they don't
want autographs, people are taking pictures of me. I just don't
like it. Sometimes I wish people would just leave me alone." Ahh,
Rich said to himself. The hint of an actual human being? "That's
the price of being famous." "Still doesn't mean I have to like it,"
she sighed. "I would just like to have one day where I can go
places and be myself, and not worry about being spotted or
hounded for autographs." "Regardless of who you are," Rich
said, "you will get spotted with such a nasty attitude." "Who died
and made you King?" she snarled back. Rich shook his head and
laughed. "Forget it." There was a silence between them for at
least a minute. They sat still, each wanting to get out of the
others' sights. When would the damn electricity come back on?
"I'll give you an autograph," Candice said, in her nicest tone yet.
"Huh?" Rich asked, looking up at her in surprise. "I'll give you
an autograph," she insisted, her voice returning to its normal
tone. "I figure we might as well get along. God knows how long
we'll be trapped in here." Candice was lying. She didn't want to
get along with him. She just wanted to shut him up. She thought
by giving him an autograph, he wouldn't bother her any longer
"I don't want your damn autograph," he told her. "What?" she
snapped. "I thought you did! What about your brother?" She
reached into her tote-bag and pulled out a pad and paper. "Tell
me his name and I'll write out a little message for him." Rich
sighed in disgust, knowing how much his little brother would
cherish an autograph from his favorite television actress. "John.
His name is John." Rich watched as Candice wrote out a
message on her notepad. She ripped the sheet off and then gave
it to him. "Dear John - Thanks for being a fan! Keep watching
me on the show! Candice Baker" Rich smirked as he read the
note, noticing the huge heart that Candice had drawn next to her
name. She should have drawn a lump of coal, he told himself. It
would have fit her disposition much better. "Thanks," he said off
handedly, slipping the note into a folder sleeve in his tool box
made specifically to hold paper
----------------- "DO YOU KNOW HOW HOT IT IS IN HERE?"
Candice screamed into her celluar phone, an hour later, on the
line with the hotel manager. "I have been stuck in this elevator
forever and without any air to cool this place down, it now feels
like a blasting FURNACE!" Rich shook his head and smiled as
he watched her. "What do you mean, you can't do anything?" she
hollered into the speaker. "Get a worker to go into the elevator
shaft, and get me out of here! I'm burning up!" "Two hours!" she
boomed seconds later. "Well that's just fine! I can assure you
that I will never do business with this hotel again, and I will
discourage any of my friends as well!" She hung up. Candice
stomped her high-heeled foot into the plush carpet of the
elevator. "Damn people! They now say they'll only send
someone to us in the elevator shaft if the power doesn't come
back on two hours. That would classify as an 'emergency' in their
eyes." Rich wiped his sweat-covered forehead with an old rag.
Without the air conditioner on, the temperature in the elevator
had risen dramatically. It was a very hot day outside, at least 100
degrees. It felt that same way in the elevator, if not worse.
"What are you doing?" Candice demanded as she watched Rich
slip his t-shirt up and over his head
"I don't know about you," he said, standing up, "but I'm not
going to sit here in clothes and roast like a pig." "You can't take
your clothes off!" she exclaimed. "Don't worry," he told her,
stepping out of his work boots. "I will not go totally naked on
you. I'll just strip down to my boxers." "What!?" Candice
ex ploded. "Put your clothes back on!" Rich unbuttoned his jeans
and slid them down. Candice cringed and turned her face in
disgust. "I'm not going to swelter in this heat," he told her.
"Once the electricity comes back and this thing starts moving
again, I'll put my clothes back on." Candice shook her head in
total disbelief. Why did she have to be trapped in this elevator?
Why did the electricity have to shut off when she was in this
elevator? "I'm better than this!" she told herself. For the first
time, however, Candice noticed Rich as someone other than a
stereotypical, dirty workman. She watched him settle down into
the corner, wearing only silk boxers, the remainder of his clothes
piled nex t to him on the floor. Rich had a muscular frame and his
body was well-defined, especially his chest, which looked strong
and powerful. He had wide, broad shoulders and a lot of muscle
tone in his arms. He also had a stomach which was as hard as a
washboard. Candice even noticed that his face wasn't all that
bad-looking, either. He was, in fact, quite handsome
But she shoved those thoughts out of her mind, turning around so
she couldn't see him. "Please put your clothes back on," she
almost whined. "What happens if the elevator starts up and we
reach the floor before you can get dressed? What happens if
there is some tabloid person waiting for me, with a camera? They
could take a picture and then the whole world would see me in an
elevator with a near naked man. Those nasty tabloids would
come up with all sorts of wild assumptions!" "See this button?"
Rich said, pointing up to one. "It says, 'emergency stop'. I can
press it and it will halt the elevator until it is pressed again.
That will give me plenty of time to get dressed." Candice
stomped her foot against the floor again. "What happens if a
technician overrides the button before you can get dressed?" "I
suggest you do the same," Rich told her. "What?" she asked,
looking back at him. "Take off your clothes and get more
comfortable," he replied. "I can see that you're obviously
sweating from this heat." "NO WAY!" she exploded. "I'M NOT
TAKING MY CLOTHES OFF! OH! You would like that,
wouldn't you!? You could go around and tell all your friends that
you saw Candice Baker stripped down to her bra and panties!
Well, no way! I'll roast in this heat before I undress!" "I wouldn't
tell anyone," Rich said, in a disgruntled voice. "I don't do that
sort of thing. Besides, you'd be more comfortable if you took that
thick jacket off. Why don't you take it off, at least?" Candice
looked down at her red blazer. "Because I'm not wearing a
blouse underneath it!" She turned away from him, trembling with
anger. "I won't tell anyone, I promise," he said. "Look, I won't
try anything either, if that's what you're afraid of. Don't you think
if I did want to try something, I would have done so already?
We've been in here for almost an hour and a half." "I won't take
my clothes off! Ever!" People change their mind. Even Candice
Baker. 15 minutes later, she sat in the opposite corner of the
elevator, her knees curled up to her chest, her arms hooked
around them. Her sport jacket and skirt, plus her high-heels and
stockings, were off to the side. She sat in the elevator, simply
wearing a white bra and matching silk panties. The heat had
gotten to her so much, that she let her guard down - but only after
Rich swore on his life that he would never tell anyone about this.
ESPECIALLY the tabloids. Rich couldn't help but sneak a few
peeks at her. She was perfect. Her body, her skin, everything
about her physical appearance was simply perfect. He could tell
that her breasts, though concealed by the bra, were obviously
large and very firm. She had a deep, rich tan and her legs were
long - lusciously long. She had the body that Rich imagined only a
television starlet could have. He wondered if her breasts were
real, though. He had to suppress a smile at that thought. Though
she hated herself for doing it, Candice had also peeked at Rich.
He had the type of muscular body which she adored. She loved
the way his pectorals would ripple each time he raised a hand to
wipe his forehead. She even found herself glancing at his box er
shorts, wondering to herself what was inside of them. Would it be
big enough? She shook her head, trying to drive those thoughts
away again. The dim lighting of the elevator seemed to cast an
odd romantic feeling over them, adding to the sexual hunger they
each felt. Candice thought that Rich was extremely handsome -
Rich knew that Candice was the sexiest woman he had ever laid
eyes upon in his entire lifetime
Rich remembered something. He had a thermos at the bottom of
his toolbox. If not so rarely used, he would have thought of it
earlier. Candice sprung up like a lightning bolt once she saw Rich
pull the thermos from his toolbox. She scurried over to him and
dropped to her knees, then stared at the thermos before looking
up at him, her eyes depicting those of a suddenly desperate
woman. "Please?" she whined. "Please let me have a drink?"
Rich looked at her, shocked. Was she actually begging him? This
spoiled little brat was actually begging him for something? He
had to hold back a smile at the realization that yes, she was
begging him. After the snotty attitude she had earlier displayed,
Rich thought this new side of her was rather humorous.
"Thirsty?" he simply asked. "Yes!" she whined. "Please let me
have a drink?" Rich couldn't deny her. He wasn't that type of
person. "Okay, but only after I get a drink first. And save some
for later, okay?" Candice watched as he guzzled some of it down.
"What is it?" "Water," he replied. "It's warm water, but it's still
water." The repairman handed the thermos to her. "Here."
Candice grabbed the jug and began swallowing the
thirst-quenching water down. As she did, lifting it so her line of
sight was no longer toward Rich, the repairman had an open view
of her bra-filled breasts. Those shapely melons were no more
than a foot away from his quivering hands as Candice stopped
drinking, saving some of the water for later. She jumped back,
startled, as she noticed Rich had been staring at her breasts.
"Hey!" the blonde snapped. "I thought you said you wouldn't try
anything funny with me!" "I didn't," he replied, flustered himself.
"But you have to realize that it is very hard for a man like me to
be so close to a woman like you, who is so physically beautiful, in
next to no clothing." Something snapped inside of Candice. She
threw herself at Rich, landing in his lap and wrapping her arms
around his muscular shoulders. She attacked his mouth with her
own, driving her tongue deep between his lips and into his mouth,
kissing him with the type of strong passion which he had never
felt before. Rich was stunned. His hands were outstretched and
trembling, as the starlet continued to assault his mouth with her
own. He composed himself and then grabbed her by the
shoulders, and pushed her away from him. "What the hell has
gotten into you?" he exclaimed
Candice threw herself at him again. "I WANT YOU!" she
exploded in lust. "I WANT YOU NOW! This heat has me so
horny!" Her mouth found his again, and she attacked it with even
more passion than before. Who in his right mind could refuse the
blonde-haired, blue-eyed wet dream of every American male's
fantasy, known as Candice Baker? Rich couldn't. He curled his
strong arms around her and kissed her with hunger and passion
in return. Candice snaked a hand between them and reached
down into his boxers to find his cock, which had been swollen
since she had stripped down to her bra and panties earlier.
Candice then groaned in lust, squeezing his hard member,
knowing she had found a "big one". Violently, Candice ripped
her mouth away from Rich's and then got onto her knees and
leaned over. She tugged his boxers down, exposing his huge
shaft, and then immediately took it into her mouth. A lustful snort
emanated from Rich as the realization started to set in - Candice
Baker - THE Candice Baker, was sucking his cock. Candice
Baker!! It seemed like some elaborate dream, but Rich was
smart enough to realize that this was not a dream. It was REAL.
He watched her blonde head move up and down over his shaft,
her mouth, lips and tongue causing powerful sensations to shoot
from his cock to the rest of his body. The repairman lifted his
head and bounced it off the wall behind him, wild and
uncontrollable sparks running rampant through him. A woman
who was willing to perform fellatio was wonderful, in his eyes.
Rich then reached over and unclasped Candice's bra. He pushed
the shoulder straps down and then managed to whisk her bra
away. Candice groaned in delight as one of his hardened,
calloused hands came into contact with the fresh, supple skin of
her breast. The contrast was pleasurable enough for her, but
things became even better once he began pumping and squeezing
her perfect breast with his work-worn hand. "I can't take it
anymore!" she exclaimed, rising up to a standing position on her
knees. Candice slipped her silk panties down and said, "I want
that big monster in my pussy!" Rich tried to hold her back, but
couldn't. "Tiff, we can't... I don't have a condom with me." "I
don't care!" she gasped, nearly ripping her panties down and off.
"I'm on the pill anyway!" The actress growled like a wild animal
as she lunged herself at Rich. With him seated against the
elevator wall, Candice straddled his hips and then took a seat
herself, but on his stiff cock. "OH YES!" she bellowed out,
passionately. "YES! WHAT I WANT!" Candice began to bounce
up and down wildly upon his hard member, her arms wrapped
tightly around his broad, muscular shoulders. The blonde was
moving and bouncing so fast that she was nearly out of control.
Rich had never had a woman be so forceful and violent with him
during sex. He was amazed at the actress. Nevertheless, he
gripped her ass tightly with his strong hands, and helped her
bounce even faster atop his erection. It felt soft yet firm at the
same time to him - her ass, that is. The mixture made him come
to the conclusion that her ass was perfect, too. Their sweaty
bodies rocked together and they pounded each other with an
intensity that was even greater than the scorching temperature
inside the elevator. Both screamed and cried in lust, each letting
their wild inhibitions and better judgement go by the wayside.
Candice wanted to ride that monster cock for all it was worth, and
Rich wanted to give her all he possibly could - and then even
more. When Rich buried his face in Candice's cleavage and
began feasting away with his mouth, she boomed out a scream
and then experienced an orgasm. That triggered Rich's own
orgasm, and the two impromptu lovers shuddered together,
hugging and embracing each other in forbidden lust. "Ooooh,"
Candice purred, her face detracting from his shoulder. She
looked into his eyes and offered her first smile of the afternoon.
It was a beautiful, perfect smile, Rich noted. "Ooooh, that was
great," she cooed. "Simply FANTASTIC!" "I couldn't agree
more," Rich said, purely and contently. He brought her lips to his
and gently kissed them. Maybe, he thought... just maybe, she
wasn't such a bitch after all. Perhaps, he said to himself, once he
broke through her outer shield, he may have found a wonderful
and compassionate woman who needed someone in her life, just
as he needed someone in his life
It seemed like a real possibility. Both shared a loving, tender
kiss, each smiling and laughing in the process. They were happy
together. All of a sudden, the main lights in the elevator switched
on, and then the compartment rattled before beginning its upward
ascent again. The electricity was back on! The electricity was
back on!!! Rich, thinking quickly, reached up and pushed the
EMERGENCY STOP button, bringing the elevator to another
halt. He and Candice knew what they had to do. In a hurry, both
of them dressed, hastily throwing on their clothes. They were
afraid that a technician may override the button, thus sending
them up before they were dressed. That is why both of them
hurried. Candice was thinking of her career and image, not
wanting to be seen half naked in an elevator with a man. Rich
was thinking the same way - concerned for her image. After a
minute or so, both were dressed and composed. Fortunately, the
elevator did not start moving until Rich pushed the button.
Meanwhile, Candice had reached into her tote-bag and pulled out
her pen and notepad again. She quickly jotted down a few things
which she felt Rich needed to remember. "Here," the starlet
said, ripping the sheet off and handing it to him, "this is the
address to a nice little restaurant on the west side. Why don't you
meet me there, tomorrow night, at eight o'clock?" She winked at
him. "Hopefully, the night will end up at my condo." Rich shook
his head and laughed, completely shocked that this superstar of
an actress had basically asked him out on a date. "I'll be there,"
he told her, holding on tight to the paper. "I could never show up
for that meeting looking like this," she whined, looking into her
pocket mirror. Anyone could tell with her disheveled hair and
smeared make-up that she had just been through a wild round of
sex. "I'll just have to reschedule. Joseph will do it for me. He
needs me for that movie part." Rich smiled, listening to the
blonde chatter amongst only herself. The elevator then reached
the 43rd floor... it was time for Rich to get off. The door opened
but no one appeared to be in sight. Candice noticed that, then
gave her repairman stud a hard, passionate kiss on the mouth.
Rich smiled and stumbled out of the elevator, his tool box in
hand. Candice grinned and waved at him as the door closed.
"Pretty eventful day," Rich said, turning and walking toward the
room in which the air conditioner was he was supposed to fix .
"Woke up, showered, went to work, got stuck in an elevator with
a TV star, fucked the TV star - Candice Baker, no less... now I'm
off to fix an air conditioner." He laughed and said, "Ahh, just a
Sex With Neighbour's Wife
It was raining heavily when Tony stepped outside into
the covered patio to light a cigarette. It usually
rains heavily in the late winters in Ohio. Tony was a
little tired after coming back from Edison, NJ where
he had gone to drop his wife at her sister's place.
His wife would be at her sister's place for about a
month to help her out with the arrival of a newborn
Tony heard the phone ringing inside "Is it the phone
ringing? Who could it be? It already 11:00 PM" Tony
said to himself. He had just done talking to his wife.
Tony picked up the phone after checking the Caller ID.
It was his colleague from the company who stays in the
"Hey Brij, what's up ?" said Tony.
"Tony, its me Sheetal ......., Brij has again come
home drunk and he is very aggressive" Sheetal was
crying profusely while speaking. "He has been abusing
me and is ........ beating me again, Oh God .....
Please help me!"
Tony thought "Not again! ..... Not again, This is
going way too far" Brijesh and Sheetal have been
married now for the past 1 year and not a single day
had passed when Brij would not fight with Sheetal.
Sheetal had told Tony's wife, Preeti, that Brij was
not able to make Sheetal happy in bed and had drinking
problems, the blame for which, as expected, was put on
Sheetal. Sheetal, Preeti (Tony's wife and Tony were
in the same MBA class and were friends from the
This was the sixth time when Sheetal had called up
Tony's home. Previously, when this happened, Sheetal
would come over to Tony's home since Sheetal, Preeti
(Tony's wife) and Tony were good friends. The next day
when Brij would be sober, he would apologize and
........ the seeds for another fight were sown.
"Let me speak to him, get him on the phone" said Tony.
Brijesh and Tony talked for a while. Brij kept on
saying "Its OK, I am fine now, she instigated me, its
her fault but ....., yes, yes, No, I am fine now" Tony
knew that his advise was all useless as this will
happen again till they fine a real solution. Besides
there was no point in Sheetal coming over to sleep
over and spend the night since Tony's wife was not at
home either. It was not appropriate. Tony thought that
this is over and next time when it happens again,
they'll suggest something else to Sheetal.
After talking for about 12-15 minutes, they hung up
the phone and Tony too a deep breath. Tony thought
"How unfortunate for Sheetal .... She is good looking
and smart, a little docile but a full grown confident
woman" "She deserves a better life".
Tony went inside, kept the cordless phone on the base
charger, and got a can of coke, made himself
comfortable on the sofa and turned on the TV. ......
And as the usual habits of all men, kept on changing
the channels till he found something interesting,
interesting it was! The 'Spice channel' is indeed
interesting for almost all the men of Tony's age. Tony
was a 29-year-old guy from Bombay, 5'10" tall and with
decent physique. Gym helps to maintain the body and
Tony was a regular visitor to the Gym. Looks wise he
was no Salman Khan but still attracted the eyes of the
Sheetal on the other hand was a tall woman, about 5'5"
tall, good looks, Cleopatra cut hair, nice figure (God
must have spent time to create her, regular work outs
helped to maintain that!), she would have been
36C-27-36 but there was no way of knowing ...... well,
at least till that date.
The phone rang once again and Tony thought "Who the
hell is it now?!" The Caller ID did not show Brij's
number. Tony answered the phone and was surprised to
hear Sheetal's voice at the other end.
Sheetal was crying and spoke in Hindi "Tony, it me
again ........ After he talked to you, he got wild at
me and attempted to beat me up ...... he pushed me
outside and has locked to door. I can't go back in"
"Please pick me up, I am calling from my neighbor's
place .......... I'll meet you outside ..... Please
Tony picked up his car keys and left to pick her up.
There she was, standing under one of the car ports,
wearing a nightie, a jacket (which was not hers, may
be the neighbors gave it to her), the jacket's hood
was up to protect the hair from getting wet. She
immediately got in the car and started crying. Tony
tried calling up Brij from his cell phone just to give
it one last shot but no use. "Damn it! He is not
picking up the phone" said Tony. Since the apartment
of Tony and Brij was only a few blocks away, they
reached very soon. Tony parked the car and they both
went running to the building.
Upon reaching the apartment, Tony offered a glass of
water to Sheetal. Make-up!!! Sheetal was wearing
Make-up!!! Tony got a little confused and asked her
why she was wearing make-up. Her eyes had eyeliner and
she had some lipstick. Sheetal said that she wanted
this night to be good as they had got engaged this day
1 year back. They talked for 5-10 minutes and Sheetal
was all the time in tears. She said "Today, Brij
confessed that he is a homo and has been actively for
the past 7-8 months" Brij also said that he is not
interested in her and that they should break up. It
was a big surprise to Tony who had known Brij for the
past 2 years and Brij was a very normal, good worker.
Sheetal was crying all the time while talking. She
said "Look at me, whats wrong with me? Am I so bad to
look at ? Am I not a woman ? Is it wrong to have
physical desires ? Am I repulsive ?" She cried again
and said "Why is this happening with me ? Oh Tony, I
am so lonely ….. I am so hurt".
Tony tried to pacify her but he knew that crying was
the best medicine for Sheetal at the moment. Tony was
also at loss of words. What is that one can say which
shall make her comfortable ?! He shrugged and then
tried it with words "There is nothing wrong with you.
You are good looking, charming, attractive and
desirable …… Its just that Brij is a total moron. A
'faggot' moron ! …. and there is nothing wrong in
having sexual desires". Tony looked at the open patio
door and then at Sheetal who was wearing only a flimsy
nightie. "Aren't you feeling cold ?" he asked and got
up to slide close the glass door. Sheetal replied "I
am so hot that you can fry an egg on my chest". Tony
laughed and replied "May be, ….. but considering that
I prefer full fried egg, it'll be difficult to flip
the egg over since all the space is occupied by your
lovely breasts". For the first time Sheetal also
laughed a little.
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