The Girl Who Bummed a Smoke by Bryce Denison Copyright Jan 2008 Sarah and Dan are manipulated by their young neighbor to do her dirty work with the promise of seeing her mother's dildo collection. Story involves large fake cocks of various types. Chapter 1: Dan meets Giselle on the Patio I look at my hands in the kitchen sink. Yes those are my hands scrubbing that pot, not the hands of my wife or a maid, but the hands of a forty year old businessman. The same hands that did the shopping earlier, the same hands that cooked the meal, that loaded the dishwasher, and when the washing up is done, the same hands that will scrub the toilet in the master bathroom. I breathe in and sigh. I fight the impulse to rub my forehead or pinch the bridge of my nose for comfort. I can't because my hands are lost in the warm suds getting wrinkled. I breathe in deeply and sigh again. My life isn't suppose to be this way...right? I use to gloat at being able to leave the office at 4:30 every day. I would smirk at my overworked friends, the A types whose lives revolved around their desk. Working late is for losers, get a life! Now I realize that my holier than thou attitude is responsible for my current life predicament - a salaried job that is going nowhere, evenings full of household chores, and a male ego on par with Consuela the housekeeper. I am proud of my wife, don't get me wrong. The past few years she got promotions heaped upon promotions. She rose in the office ranks through customer service, to middle management, then from management to senior management and now on to executive. Her income dwarfs mine and I benefit from it. For example, last week days of deliberation, of shopping around for deals and stressing over the cost of a new set of tires for my car, were wiped clean by my wife's debit card. She just laid down the plastic and bought them for me just like that. Sipping coffee in the service department, the sound of the pneumatic power wrench in the background, I stared at her with love and devotion as we waited for them to put them on. Then her cell phone rang and she immersed herself in her work again. I turned to look at them work on my car, and at that moment, a feeling of jealousy crept into my mind. Those new tires were hers after all. Now it is quarter to eight, still another forty-five minutes until my wife gets back from work. Enough time to grab a smoke, brush my teeth and finish up the cleaning. I don't smoke, at least that is what I tell everyone, but lately it has became my little pleasure, my secret break from the doldrums of my evening chores. To think just a few years before I would have been at the sports bar with my buddies. Now with everyone married, having kids, and planning for the future, it is just me out back of our condo complex with the flower pots, puffing away. I stamp my feet in the winter cold, my mind lost in thought as I stare in the lamplight at the frost that has wilted the hydrangeas. "Hey can I bum a smoke?" I look up and see my young neighbor Giselle standing on the walkway. "No. Young ladies shouldn't smoke." I say. "It is unattractive." "You are an old married man, you shouldn't be attracted to me anyway." She quips. I look at her standing by the gate. A puffy white jacket keeps her petite frame warm, her skinny legs clad in tight jeans. She is about two years shy of being a real looker. There is no doubt about it she will be hot just like her mom. Even now her eyes are bordering on phenomenal. "OK, but don't tell your mom." I hold out the pack to her and she takes three. I start to complain then realize what is the point. I never listened to the housekeeper when I was a kid, why should she. "So another boring night out on the stoop huh?" She comments putting one smoke in her mouth and pocketing the other two in her down jacket. "Yup." I inhale deeply, hand her my lighter, and look away. Giselle lights up. I turn back to study her. Her profile almost angelic if it wasnt' for the cigarette hanging from her lips. She takes a puff and looks up at the sky then she says something that causes me to stick a finger in each ear and twist rapidly to clear them. There is no way Giselle just said what she said, what I heard her say couldn't be. It was a filthy limerick whose topic was a massive rock hard cock, a gooey facial and a mouth full of cum. "There once was a man named Dan. Whose massive cock he held tight in his hand. Then one day his neighbor, asked for a favour. He pulled it out, she let out a shout, thick spunk dripped from her pretty mouth in strands." She takes a drag of her smoke and looks up at the stars. "Excuse me?" I croak. "You heard right the first time Dan." Giselle tilts her head and smiles directly at me with her Egyptian eyes. "Everyone knows that old married dudes are dying to slip into a nice young pussy." I stare at her like an ape. "Says who? And I am not old." Is all I can think to say. "My mom says. And she knows a lot about men." Giselle replies not backing down. "First it is not appropriate for you to talk to me like that; second I don't think of you in that way; third your mother has been single for years." I say indignantly as my mind works to will down the stirring that her dirty poem has caused between my legs. "Well you may be right, but she use to know a lot about men, now all she know is rubber and plastic." Giselle says with derision. "What do you mean?" I ask. "My mom has more sex toys than you can shake a stick at. Huge plastic cocks, rubber dicks with balls on them, a collection of anal beads in all shape and sizes enough to make a Mardi Gras necklace. Oh, did I mention vibrators? How about jelly cocks with handles on them or the inflatable butt plugs? Don't want to forget about those." I look at her mouth as she speaks, cigarette smoke exhaling from her nostrils. Just then my cell phone rings snapping me out of my reverie. It is my wife. "Hi honey...10:30?! Damn. We were going to watch the O.C. together. Ok then bye bye." My wife tells me for the umpteenth time she will be home late from work. As soon as I hang up my cell Giselle mimics my conversation with my wive and then giggles. I stare at her incredulously. "That is pretty rude of you," I tell her. She looks at me for a few moments then says "Look I am sorry, I am just teasing you that is all. Sounds like you are going to have some extra time on your hands tonight." She stamps out her smoke and smiles. "So what were you saying?" I ask wanting to hear this young woman recount her mom's sex toy inventory again. "I tell you what. Instead of me describing it to you, why don't I show you? My mom is away in Las Vegas until Monday. I have a shitload of cleaning to do. I see you through your kitchen window always cleaning, so I know you are good at it. If you clean our place I will show you mom's dildo collection. You can see it all for yourself." Chapter 2: Dan tidies up Giselle's place Ten minutes later I am knocking on Giselle's door with a bucket full of cleaning supplies in one hand and a swifter in the other. She lets me in and we survey their small apartment. It is a mess. I shake my head. Looking at her cute face and long curls, I suppose cleaning is a small price to pay in order to watch this young beauty handle some rubber cocks. "I gotta get ready to go out." She says quickly. "Hey I thought..." I begin to protest. "Don't worry when I get back later tonight I will show you her entire collection. That's a promise." She heads to her bedroom to change. I start to tidy up. My plan is to tidy, then dust, then sweep, then work on the kitchen. Giselle returns to the living room wearing a tight fitting short dress. She sits down in the corner at a small table with a mirror and starts applying makeup, then eyeliner. I catch glimpses of her as I clear away coffee cups and stacks of magazines. She transforms from a teenager to a sexy young woman in a matter of minutes. When she plugs in her curling iron, I tell her she doesnt' have to work so hard on her looks. But she disagrees, "My boyfriend has a problem. It takes him forever to come. I can suck on his cock for hours and nothing happens. I thought it was because of me. But then last weekend when I was sucking off this other guy," Giselle catches my eyes in the mirror, realizing that she is saying too much. "What I mean is if I make myself look really hot it might make him cum faster, that way we can start watching movies sooner. He has HD TV." "I see." I say. If only my childhood sweetheart had been so considerate. I start wiping the coffee table catching glimpses of her curling her long dark hair with the iron. I see her flex her calves as she wraps her feet behind the chair legs and scoots forward. Damn her legs are sweet. "Don't worry about the laundry. I will look after it myself, but the fridge, if you could wipe that down it would be much appreciated." She says to me matter of factly, like a woman addressing her maid, then starts applying just a hint of eye shadow. "I won't forget your reward, when I get back, you can see all of mom's cocks even the silicone 'Holy Hammer', I forgot about that one." Rag in hand I head for the kitchen, sighing. I won't be able to see any of the family dildo collection because there was no way Giselle was going to be back before 10:30 tonight. I squirt soap on the dishes in the sink and turn on the tap. Giselle sticks her head in the kitchen. I gawk at her. She looks gorgeous, thick silky curls cascade from her head, her makeup, her bone structure, she looks like one of Tyra Bank's top models. "I will be back in a few hours Dan, if you can't wait make sure you lock up before you go." She says happily. I wonder which is more depressing, the fact that I am cleaning her mess based on an empty promise or the fact that I am a 40 year old man who has time to watch America's Next Top Model twice a week. Chapter 3: Sarah Jones meets Giselle in the Laundry Room I have a degree in Criminology from a top university. I was on a career path. At one point I actually had a staff of four that I managed. I left it all for my husband, now five years later out of a job and divorced, the only thing I manage is my household chores. What use to take me a few hours a week to do, now fills up my day. Here it is almost 8 pm and I am down here folding laundry. I am not complaining. Things could be worse. I say my personal mantra again for the third time tonight. "I could be a child labourer in China." These were the thoughts that were running through my mind as I neatly folded my whites. Thoughts that were interrupted by the clicking sound of high heels approaching from down the hall. That and the sound of something heavy being dragged. Low and behold who should walk in but my upstairs neighbor's kid Giselle. In all my years of doing laundry I had never seen her down here, nor had I ever seen her looking so good. On a normal day she is cute, but this evening she is downright hot. "Hey gorgeous what brings you down here?" I ask surprised. Then she drags a huge duffel bag into the room behind her. "Laundry, lots and lots of laundry." "Wow you are not kidding." I look momentarily at her overstuffed bag of dirty laundry before my eyes linger on something much more impressive, the beautiful body of my teenage neighbor. "Well at least I will have some company." I say happily. "Think again." She says. "I have got to go out. I was wondering if you could do these for me?" Hot nymph or not, there is no way I am going to do this kid's laundry. "Sorry dear, I really think you should do it yourself. It'll be good training for the real world." I smile at her. The nerve of that young woman, in my day it would have been the other way around, 'hi Miss Jones, may I help you?' not 'Miss Jones do this for me.' Yeesh. "I don't think so." Giselle says rather rudely. I look at her for a few seconds then turn my back and continue with my folding. "I see the way you look at me Ms. Jones. I would have to be blind as a bat not to. Now if you do this big bag of laundry for me'" I hear her give it a solid kick, thump, "I will let you look at me for as long and as hard as you like. No questions asked." She says to me, as if she is instructing a maid. I turn to look at her. "How dare you!" I say exasperated. Giselle tilts her head and gives me a long wide eyed stare, feigning innocence. She then turns her back to me, stick her bum out then slowly lifts up her skirt revealing her tight young ass. "Look," she says "no underwear 'cause it is all dirty, and if I lean forward," she leans forward and rest her elbows on a washer top, stick her ass out further and widens her stance,"if I lean forward like this, what do you see?" I look at her buns and gulp. What I see is a perfect pink slit, sparse hair, crowned by the perfect puckered nub of her brownish asshole. Then she pulls down her skirt and turns around to face me. "Now imagine looking at me in the privacy of your own home. Uh huh, looking at all of me, as close up as you like: my pussy, my ass, my tits," she points one foot outward and bends her knee,"and my smoking hot legs. I can be your doll, a living doll for you to look at." She smiles and kicks her laundry bag again, "make sure you use fabric softener, I like the smell." I take hold of the hefty bag and drag it toward the washer. Giselle walks out the door then turns back. "By the way I would appreciate it if you don't talk to me like I am child. I am twenty years old, not some kid, got it. Thank you Miss Jones." I hear her heels click down the hall and the sound of her car keys scraping the wall beside her. Opening the front load washer I kneel to the ground in shock. Not for having finally discovered the condo complex's vandal, but due to a more personal effect. Everything Giselle had said about me was true. Not only that, she had expertly manipulated me by detecting my secret desire. She shouts from down the hall, "once my laundry is done you can take up it to our place. Dan from #106 is there working on some things, so go right on in and drop it off. Mom's in Vegas 'til Monday, so I promise this weekend I will come through on my end of the deal. We can play doctor." Then the door opens and slams shut. I start by separating her whites and darks. My panties are soaked clear through. Just thinking about her lying face down, tummy flat on a table while she stands before me, her long shapely legs and her smooth buns. My mind wanders as I stuff her dirty clothes into the washer. Her offer is enough compensation for doing her laundry. Chapter 3: Back at Giselle's Dan finds the fake cocks After the dishes, I worked on cleaning their fridge, it needed a real wipe down. Now I still have an hour to kill before my wife gets back. Using some twisted houseboy logic I figure that the likelihood of Giselle coming through on her promise correlates directly to how well I tidy their place. This place is going to be so tidy that Giselle's mother is going to praise her daughter to high heaven. So clean perhaps she will decide to go to Las Vegas more often. "Yes that is the ultimate end game isn't," I smirk half jokingly to myself as I pull their vacuum out from the cramped kitchen closet. The more I vacuum the harder my cock becomes. Giselle's mom Denise was pretty damn hot as well. Forty years old, just like me, she is the definition of yummy mummy. Curvy with huge knockers, gorgeous brown hair you just want to bunch in your hands, and face of a movie star, no, more like a sexy female news anchor. My God I would love to fuck her senseless. I had these thoughts a hundred times before, and being married. had only acted on them with my right hand and a closed door. Now to be here in her apartment after a dirty interchange with her daughter, her collection of sex toys somewhere just yards away, a wave of arousal hit my chest and resonated from my ball to the head of my cock. The more I vacuum the angrier with Giselle I become. There is no way she will come through on her promise. Here I am cleaning their place, while she is giving head to her idiot boyfriend. My wife is going to be home before Giselle gets back. By tomorrow that little tart will have forgotten all about showing me her mom's dildo collection. So on and so forth I grumble to myself, the whole while my erection rubs against my pant leg, as I vacuum around their apartment. It isn't long before I am in her mother's bedroom. Where else would a grown woman keep her rubber cock collection but in a box under her bed. What I hadn't counted on was an entire side of a floor to ceiling armoire dedicated to dildos, jelly cocks, and vibes. Holy Smokes! I gawked at the assortment of phalli before me. Man oh man! Imagining Giselle's mom Denise, playing with herself with all these cocks iss stimulating enough but to think of the mother and daughter being so free and open about them! Perhaps mother even showing her daughter how to use them? It is with these dirty thoughts swirling around my head that I reach up to take hold of an enormous black cock with a hand grip handle at its base. Imagine that...a hand grip handle for Chrissakes! I stare wide eyed in wonder at it then notice a smudge on its surface about half way down its length. After returning from the kitchen with a shammy and a mild bleach solution, only momentarily wondering about the smudge origin, I take the huge black cock off the rack and sit down on the foot of Denise's bed. All these cocks will gleam by the time I am through with them, my houseboy mentality holding true, I begin to clean and polish it. As I clean the cock I thought of Denise stretching herself full with it. Imagining her mewling with pleasure as Giselle hammered the sucker home. I would clean their place for a month just to see that. Immersed in these thoughts of glory I don't notice the woman's legs standing before me. A large stack of folded laundry in her arms obstructs her face. Even so I don't have enough time to drop the dildo before the face reveals itself. It is Sarah Jones from #208 and she is looking at me holding a large rubber cock skyward, arm flexed, hand gripping its handle. "I can explain." I stammer. Chapter 4: Sarah gets skewered by a large rubber cock. "Look at all these cocks!" I exclaim as I stand beside Dan looking at the open armoire. I had accepted my handsome neighbor's explanation at face value. After all, I had done Giselle's laundry in the hope of fulfilling my deepest desire, so who could blame him? My hand reaches out to touch them. There is about fifty stacked lengthwise side by side, one on top of the other, in small cubby holes. My fingers trace over them like a blind woman reading braille. I feel their texture, some have life-like ridges and shape, others are smooth as glass. Dan sits on the bed a massive rubber cock rests beside him. He hasn't said a word for several minutes, but his heavy breathing is enough communication, I know exactly what he is thinking. Just as I have been guilty at gawking at Giselle, this brown eyed man has been guilty at gawking at me. It is innocent enough. Though there has been times while bending down to open my mail box in the lobby I sensed his eyes burning a hole through my ass. My hand rests on a large silicone jelly cock that has a fat nub perfectly positioned at its base to grind into a clit while its length is buried deep in the recipients vagina. My, my, my, I think to myself. I can't remember the last time I had something as big as that inside me. I can't because I have never had. I take it off the rack and hold it in my hand. It texture is lifelike, but cool to the touch. It is about twelve inches long, fatter than a man's cock, but its head is perfectly lifelike, a flared round helmet complete with ridges and small pee hole. Holding it at its base, fingers around its clit rubbing nub, I turn to face Dan. "Can you keep a secret?" I ask. He gulps and nods his head, "but I am married," he whispers back. I look more intently at this attractive married man, six feet tall with large hands and dirty blond hair, good looking yet from his demeanour so obviously pussy whipped. If I am going to get what I want, I need to chose my words carefully. "Technically it isn't cheating if you use this on me." I tell him, holding up the 'Holy Hammer.' "Your skin won't even touch mine." That was all it took. A few moments later I am lying on my back on Denise's bed, knees bent and spread outwards. My pants are bunched around my ankles keeping my feet together in a comfortable yoga pose, the handsome face of my neighbor rests lightly on my belly as he traces the tip of the massive dildo up and down my slit. To think only a half hour before I was pulling clothes out of the dryer. The Lord works in mysterious ways. "This looks so incredibly hot." Dan says, the first words I had heard from his since I handed him the dildo. He presses the cock head into my folds and watches my pink lips spread around it. He pushes it against my opening then pulls it away. My honey coat its tip. He pushes in a little more and pulls away, this time a clear strand of my moisture connects the divot of its pee hole to the entrance of my cunt. No doubt about it my juices are flowing like a tap. Dan is breathing heavily, and so am I. "Push it in, push it very very slowly." My voice is clear and loud. When I become aroused I tend to be loud. He complies and we both watch the huge fat fake cock slowly enter me. It is spreading me wide, it is filling up a space that is dying to be filled, turning my pussy into a cunt. It feels incredible. I look at Dan's face as he pushes it into me ever so slowly, centimetre by centimetre. He looks up at me, his brown eyes wide and gorgeous. "Oh my God I feel so full." My vaginal walls are spread wide and the high quality of the silicone cock makes its entrance easy and pain free. "More...I think I can take it all." I instruct him. A few minutes later I feel the nub pushing into my clit. Its stiffness meets it as equal, like two hard clits rubbing against each other. The design possibilities of dildos, pure genius. "Ok now pull it out slowly, slowly." Dan complies and ever so slowly pulls it out, his mouth opens wide in an expression of wonder. It is truly an incredible sight for both of us. To see twelve inches of fat rubber cock disappear into me and then reappear is pure magic. My plan is to have him fuck me very slowly, then a little faster, pumping it in and out, increasing the rhythm over time until I explode in orgasm. I promised him our skin would not touch. Even so I know now that I will be grabbing hold of his thick head of hair when I come. It is inevitable. It is with the feeling of pleasure of my slowly building orgasm and the face of my hunky neighbor witnessing it close up, that I lie back and focus on the moment. Both of us are so engrossed in the experience, that we don't hear the steps approaching from outside the bedroom. Looking up again at Dan and the exposed length of the fat silicone dildo that is skewering me, it takes me a moment to process what I see just behind it. Not the legs of the manipulative nymph Giselle, but those of her mother Denise. I lie back down and close my eyes shut tightly in embarrassment. My face constricts in sheer mortification. "I thought you were in Las Vegas." I hear Dan say meekly. "Las Vegas? I haven't been there in years. I am just getting home from work." She says sounding very nonplussed. "Don't you think you owe me an explanation?" This isn't happening, this isn't happening. Adrenaline courses through my veins and a feeling of butterflies as strong as the migration of the Monarchs hits my stomach. Just then the front door opens and the chirpy voice of Giselle pipes in from down the hall, "Hi Dan I am back." "Just as I suspected, my daughter has something to do with this?" Denise says sounding almost amused. My eyes still shut. I feel the fake cock pull away from me quickly and completely. It makes a slight suction release sound. I hear the sound of Giselle's high heels as she enters the room. Then the stern voice of her mother, "no one leaves here until I get to the bottom of this." TO BE CONTINUED "The Girl Who Bummed a Smoke" Copyright Bryce Denison January 2008 ***************************************************** Author's note: To fully appreciate the type of woman Denise is and how completely out of their depths Dan and Sarah are now that they have fallen into her clutches, you may want to read the following stories about her formative years. Denise Sex Personals: Treadmill to O, Denise Sex Personals: The Mercy Fuck The Psych Lab Off Campus Ass Licker Part One and Two The Red Flame (the first one down by the lake) Talking to Denise in her SUV ************************************** Other Stories by Bryce Denison Comments? You can email me: my_time259@yahoo.ca Nailed by the Office Bitch Denise Sex Personal Series The Red Flame Series Yellow Ribbons E Kids!