Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: ImDulcinea@aol.com Subject: Helping Hand by Dulcinea Helping Hand by Dulcinea He had the day off, and he was concerned only with relaxing and goofing off. But he had seen the curio cabinet this morning, hanging slightly off kilter, and he knew he couldn't ignore it. Standing on a chair, he reached up to straighten it -- Crack! The support on the shelf gave way, and he was left supporting the cabinet. "Honey!" he called, realizing he couldn't possibly get off the chair without breaking the cabinet. "Honey! I need help!" She rounded the corner, taking in the view with a wicked smile on her face. The position he was in may have been awkward, but he was in no danger of dropping the cabinet, nor of falling off the chair. "Honey!" He bellowed again. He almost jumped out of skin when he felt her hands on his ass, running around his thighs to the front of his jeans. She cupped his cock through the denim material, and he could feel himself growing hard. "I see you're in a playful mood," he said, his pants growing uncomfortably tight. "Help me down from here, and I'll help you with that mood...." She ignored him, continuing to fondle him. Her fingers danced over the material and began unbuttoning his jeans, tugging them down his hips. He erect cock sprang free, and she ducked around the chair, teasing the head with her tongue. He groaned, stuck holding the curio cabinet to the wall. "Honey!" he cried. "This is torture!" Her only response was to begin to lick the length of his shaft, her hands caressing his ass while she sucked on his hard cock. It didn't take long for him to erupt, pouring his cum down her throat. "I can't believe you did that," he panted. She smiled, reaching up to help him lower the cabinet to the floor. "Just amusing myself, love," she answered, walking away from him. Her shirt fell away from her shoulders, landing on the floor. Her bra dropped next,and she rounded the corner to their bedroom. A few seconds later, her shorts came flying out, crashing into the wall. "Coming, dear?" she called. Curio cabinet forgotten, he followed her. -- Story Submission: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site: (Not pretty yet)