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Acme Dildo and Vibrator Company Avenue of the Americas New York, New York Dear Customer Service, I bought my wife your two in one handy dandy dildo and vibrator, only it doesn't always work as advertised. We checked the batteries and have inserted the device inside of her this way and that way, even sideways a little bit, but she doesn't come close to having, you know, the big O, an orgasm. Maybe it's me. Maybe I'm doing something wrong, but as soon as she becomes a little excited, as soon as she feels a bit of a tingle, the thing stops. It just quits. To be honest with you, it was her idea to buy the thing in the first place. I was perfectly happy with how our sex, I mean, love life was before with this kind of a supplemental aid. I'm perfectly capable in that department, if you know what I mean. I'd just push her back in the hay in the barn, lift up her dress, pull down her panty a little bit, unbutton my overall, and do what I had to do and be done without having to delay myself from finishing up my chores. "Slam bam, thank you Ma'am," she said. "Thank you, Ma'am," I said not knowing what else to say to her. We're newlyweds. Never having been married before, I took her as my bride when her car broke down on the road near my back forty. I'm older than she is by twenty years. She said she was an out of work working girl, meaning, I guess, that she's always had a job and has always been working. She never really told me what she did before, but I figured she was a carpet or floor layer 'cause I found knee pads in her bottom drawer. Now every time we have sex, I mean, make love, we exchange those same romantic pleasantries. "Slam bam, thank you, Ma'am," she says and "Thank you, Ma'am," I say back to her. We both laugh, until she hauls back and kicks me in the balls, but that's only her way of showing affection. I'm going to have to teach her not to kick so hard. She kicks harder than my mule. At first, I figured that I was doing something wrong with this automated dildo, vibrator device, so I went to read the instructions, but they are written in Spanish. I asked Pedro, one of the men who works for me out in the field, a day laborer, to read the directions. He told me that, much in the way of a two man auger, that this model that I had is a two man vibrator and dildo. I was amazed. I never heard of such a thing. "Si, Signor," he said, which is pretty much all he ever says, but I have a funny feeling that he understands more English that he admits to knowing. Now, I don't know if I bought the wrong vibrator and dildo, I'm kind of suspecting that I did. Had I known there was a one man dildo and vibrator and a two man dildo and vibrator, I would have paid more attention to the literature on the box, only that's written in Spanish, too. Don't you people make an American model? You're located in New York, after all. The back of the thing says made in China. What the Hell? Here I was trying to be gentle and Pedro is telling me that this contraption is more like an auger. I don't get it. She already has a hole and it's not like I'm trying drill or dig her another one in her. Do you know what I mean? Now, I'm farmer, a simple man, and not as knowledgeable in a woman's anatomy, as Pedro seems to be. He's from the big city, Mexico City, a city with more people in it than New York. I don't know nothing other than my farm and my small town. Now, if one of my cows, pigs, chickens, or horses was having a medical problem, I'd know what to do. Only, my wife is built a little different than a farm animal. Pedro confided in me that he has a lot of sisters and there were plenty of times, when he was lonely, well, maybe I shouldn't mention any of that in this letter. Nonetheless, it's their way, I guess, to know about such things and the intimate needs of women. I never had any sisters, just four brothers and yeah, there were plenty of times, when I was lonely, well, maybe I shouldn't mention any of that either in this letter. Yet, suffice to say, that Pedro knows his way around this particular part of a woman's body. I'm lucky to have such a handy man working for me and I'm so grateful to him for lending me a helping hand with this dildo and vibrating auger. I know by the way that my wife smiles at Pedro that she is very appreciative of his help, too. The first time I asked Pedro to come back to the house with me, seeing that it was a two man dildo and vibrator, if he could help me and figure it out by using it on my wife. I thought my Mrs. was going to have a heart attack with the hissy fit she took, when I pulled back the covers and exposed her, you know what, to Pedro. I told my wife to view Pedro, as if he's a doctor and not to be so modest and that with all the sisters he has, he's knowledgeable about such things. To be completely honest, hers is the first time I've seen one of those things, pussies, up close. They are a weird contraption, aren't they and nothing like a man's member. She even has a miniature penis, too. That was weird. It made me wonder if she used to be a man. She kicked me in the balls, again, when I asked her that. Still, it made me feel weird, gay kind of, touching her little penis thingy. She insists that is how the vibrator part of the handy dandy dildo and vibrator is supposed to work by massaging her little penis. I can't do that. I haven't touched one of those since my brother, Clem, well never mind about that. Anyway, she settled right down, once Pedro started inserting that dildo and using the vibrating auger on her. Pedro said something about a G spot and he had my wife remove her nightgown so that he could look for it. He was all over her titties looking for that thing. Now, I'm not musically inclined, never had a lesson, can't carry a tune and when Pedro started talking about a G spot, as if my wife was a note on a scale, well he lost me. Anyway, to make a long story short, since the instructions are written in Spanish and I'm 100% American, born, bred, and having lived all my life in Texas, just over the border from Mexico, I don't understand a word of Spanish. Pedro suggested that since it is a two man dildo and vibrating hand held auger kind of contraption, and since I didn't understand a word of Spanish, that he'd get his friend Ramon to help. I assured my wife that it was okay for the two men to see her neked. Hell, we all saw her neked down at the swimming hole last summer. She thought she was alone but the boys and I could see her swimming with that door-to-door salesman, but that's another story for another time. It's no secret that she has different parts. It isn't like my farm hands were going to rape her or something. They were just kind enough to come in from working in the fields to help us with this medical problem, if you want to use medical as a code word, since my wife doesn't want me to call it a sexual problem. Anyway, Pedro held one end of it, while Roman had his finger in and up there to make sure that Pedro had clear access and the hole didn't slam shut on them. I kind of suspect that she peed herself because she was soaking wet. Anyway, everything seemed to be working fine, until Roman read the directions and told Pedro that it isn't a two man dildo and vibrator but a multi-man dildo and vibrating auger. "Hot damn! No wonder why it doesn't work. And who would buy such a thing, a multi-man dildo and vibrating auger, unless the man using on his wife had a lot of brothers. Hey, maybe Christmas, I'll have my brothers try this out on her." "Si Signor." Now, to tell you the truth, I wasn't born yesterday and I figured that Pedro and Ramon was just telling me that to, you know, get out of working in the fields. Only, while trying to pleasure, I mean, help my wife with her medical problem by using this multi-man dildo and vibrating auger on her, I felt bad for the men. They worked so hard to get that thing working on my wife and all to no avail. All she did was scream. I thought she was in pain in the way she was howling. Only, I think she was just frustrated. I never heard her act that way before, praying to God in the way she was. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" It wasn't until Pedro and Ramon called Antonio, Mario, Jose, and a couple of the other fellas that I'm embarrassed to tell you that I don't even know their names. To me, all these guys look alike. I mean, when I'm in the fields working bent over, I only see their asses and don't never pay any mind to their faces. They're just farm hands to me. Anyway, Pedro, Ramon, Antonio, Mario, Jose, and three of four of my other men, finally figured it out. Only, it was so hot in my little bedroom and I told them it was okay that they strip down, take off their clothes, and get neked, just as we do sometimes when working the fields and it's just so hot, too hot to wear all them clothes. It was no big deal, I turned the light off and closed the bedroom door. I left them there working on my wife's medical problem, which is really a sexual problem, if you know what I mean, while I drove into town to pick up supplies. When I returned two hours later, my wife was smiling ear to ear. I guess my Mexican fellas figured out that dildo and vibrating auger combination because now, every time I go to town, my Mrs. wants me to call in the fellas to thank them again and again. Bless her heart. And these Mexicans were so happy and nice that they even gave my wife some money, bless their hearts. So, what started out as a letter of complaint has ended as a letter of endorsement. You've done something with your combination, handy dandy dildo and vibrating auger that I've been unable to do in all the nine months that I've been married to my Mrs. You've made her happy, medically, I mean, sexually satisfied, if I can write that publically without my Reverend telling me that I'm sinning against God by using the S-E-X word. Thank you for a great product. Luke Roy Rogers X X X X X Dear Mr. Rogers, Thank you for your endorsement of our product, a true testimonial actually. It's always a delight for us to hear from a satisfied, no pun intended, customer. We can't believe, I mean, we find it hard to believe that you're so gullible, I mean, we're happy that you're genuinely satisfied with our product. A few of the fellas here in the office would like to know if you have any pictures. If you don't perhaps, Pedro and/or Ramon could take some, the next time your Mrs. is thanking the boys for helping her use her sexual toy, I mean, medical instrument. We'd like to post the photos of your wife and your farm workers on the bulletin board and perhaps, make it our new cover for our generation 2 Handy Dandy Dildo and Vulva Massaging Vibrator coming out soon. We, of course, would give you a free generation 2 Handy Dandy Dildo and Vulva Massaging Vibrator to you, as our gift for your participation. Unfortunately, those instructions would also be written in Spanish, as well, and you would need the continued help from your day laborers for her to use it. Sincerely, Cecil Smith X X X X X Dear Mr. Smith, Hot damn. Yeah, sure, I'll get you some pictures of her with the fellas pronto. Thank you so much. Wait until I tell my Mrs. that she'll be on the cover of your new product. We also have more good news. My wife is pregnant. She wants to name the baby Pablo, if it's boy, or Maria, if it's a girl. I'm not sure why she likes those names. For obvious reasons, I wanted to name the baby Roy if it's a boy and Dale if it's a girl. Luke Roy Rogers _Casualty radius is defined as the radius of a circle about the point of detonation in which it may be expected that 50 percent of exposed troops will become casualties._ Sometimes the effects of infidelity reach beyond those cheating and those being cheated on. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He stopped on the steps of the building to allow his body to adjust to the bright sunlight and heat. He required the time to reacclimatize after two hours in the air conditioned windowless rooms of the police headquarters. As he cleaned the lens of his sunglasses, which had fogged up with temperature change, she came out and stood beside him. He slipped on his sunglasses and commented "I figured it had to be something really bad to drive a man to commit murder suicide." "You sound like you approve of what he did." "I do not condone what he did but understand....at least the murder part." After standing quietly for a few seconds he asked. "Are the kids OK?" "Yes, they were at a sleepover when it happened though I doubt he would have harmed them. CPS is supposed to be turning them over to my parents today." After waiting till somebody walked past them she asked "You seem awfully calm about this, are you OK?" He started walking toward the parking garage and she followed him. The heat radiated off the pavement and sidewalk, the sunlight was reflected off the glass buildings. They had only been outside a few minutes but they had already begun to sweat. "To be honest I don't have anything left emotionally. While I am on a business trip my best friend, whom I thought had a good marriage kills his wife, your sister, while she is in bed with his boss, he kills his boss and then himself. All this after he found about her committing adultery for at least the past two years. I just spent two hours being questioned by the police to see if I can provide any more information about the situation." He stopped at his pickup truck and turned to face her. It would be incorrect to call the shade of the parking garage cooler; less hot would be a better description. She looks at the ground. "It was not her intent to hurt him and sex is not worth killing somebody or yourself over." He said nothing but climbed in to his truck. She noted for the first ever he had not bothered to come around to the other side and open the door for her. He started it up but left his door opening. He set the AC to max and let it cool down the interior. She watched him but remained silent. He seemed deep in thought. When the truck had cooled down to his liking he shut the door, put the AC on normal then exited the garage. The drive to their home was made without either of them saying anything. Their home was a large one, a bit much for just too people but it was what she wanted. The house was cool the only sound was that of the AC working overtime. He headed straight to the kitchen and got himself a beer, not bothering to ask if she wanted anything. He then disappeared into the den. She got herself an ice tea and then followed him in. He was printing something off the computer. She sat on the couch and watched him. He finally turned toward her. "When is Bill's funeral?" "Day after tomorrow. Kristy's is..." He interrupted her before she could finish "I don't care when the whore's is I won't be going." "She is my sister and she just made a mistake she did not deserve to die for. You have no business calling her a whore." She paused. "Look I know you are upset but you cannot not go to her funeral. What would people say?" "I will not be a hypocrite. After finding out the type of person she was I do not morn her passing and all things considered would be best if you didn't attend Bill's." She decided to change the subject. "I want to talk to you about their kids. I think we should take them in with us. My folks are getting old and we have the room." "I agree that your parents are getting too old but I think your brother and his wife would be a better choice." ""Why is that? We have the room and they would not have to change schools or move away from their friends. We are their God parents as well." "I will get to that." He paused for a moment then asked " What was Kristy's intent? Earlier you said that it was not her intent to hurt him. I am just wondering what her intent was then." She shifted on the leather couch, even with the AC going full blast she was starting to sweat. "Kristy never wanted to hurt him, he was not supposed to find out. " She paused again. He just stared at her as if waiting for a better explanation. She continued. "She did not want out to the marriage Bill was working so much she never saw him. I guess she got a little resentful." He replied, more than a little agitated. "She was not too resentful to spend the money he earned. He worked all those hours to afford the big house with a pool she insisted they have along with the nice car she wanted and those vacation she just had to have. Ironic isn't it how all those extra hours made it easier for her to linkup with his boss?" "We have this big house and you do not have to work all those hours." "I made it clear to you that if we got this house there were other things you would have to do without. No country club membership. You drive a Focus instead of a Lexus and we don't go on vacation to Bora-Bora or Hawaii. Kristy took advantage of Bill's love for her, you never have or maybe I just never gave you that opportunity." She decided to try and explain it further "It was more than that. She felt she was getting older and feeling unattractive. She needed to feel other men still found her attractive. She was getting bored with stay at home mom thing since the kids started school" "So being a fucking slut made her feel attractive? If she was feeling so bored maybe she should have gotten a job and taken some of the pressure off of her poor old hard working husband." He took a long draw on his beer. She started grasping at straws. "She was depressed maybe it was something to do with her hormones." She looked down at the coffee table noticing the ring the glass had left. He took another drink sat back and for the first time since the incident happened a brief smile appeared. "It is amazing" he said. "A woman has all these things she can hide behind to avoid accountability for her actions; hormones, depression, PMS, postpartum depression, bad hair day, boredom or just feel like they are getting old. Then to fix any slutting around they get caught at they suggest counseling. " He paused to take another drink. He continued. "Imagine if a man tried to use those excuses. How about if I told you I was banging that young intern in our office because I was feeling old or my testosterone was out of whack? Would you accept that if we just went to some counselor so he could ask me "How does that make me feel?" Would that make everything OK? " She slammed her hand down on the table and replied with anger and frustration "Alright, how about she just needed more than he was giving her in bed. Maybe he was lousy in bed and she wanted good sex. Is that what you want to hear? Maybe Bill wasn't the Saint you think he was." "So after all those years of marriage Bill just stopped being good enough? Did she ever try to talk to Bill and work on it together? Could she at least had the decency not to whore herself out to people he knew and worked with. Better still since he wasn't passing muster at divorced him before taking care of her cunt?" "I told you she did not want a divorce she still loved him. Talking to him would just have ruined his poor little fragile male pride." "More than likely your whore sister loved the money he brought in. Even with child support and whatever else she could have squeezed out of him her lifestyle would have taken a downturn with a divorce. He was just paycheck to her while she got her sex elsewhere." He stood up and started pacing. "If she really cared about his pride she would not have done the stuff she did to begin with. When all is said and done a man has to have his pride left if nothing else. He has to be able to look at himself in the mirror in the morning. Would you respect a man who did not respect himself? Not for long I bet." "What you say may be true but it is no reason to take out my sister's action on me or her kids. Those kids are my niece and nephew, we are their God parents and they need a home." He walked over to his desk; picked the paper he had printed and handed it to her. "Bill sent me an email the night he confronted the slut, your sister. As you can see he gave me the complete details of her actions and yours." She read the paper "So what? I did not cheat on you. She was my sister and I could not tell Bill or you what she was doing. I tried to get her to stop and warned her about the possible harm she would cause if she got caught but she wouldn't listen. Besides none of this has anything to do with us taking in the kids." "All what you have said is true except for the "us" part of it. There probably is not going to be an "us" and the kids do not need the added disruption to their lives." "What do you there is not going to be an us?" She shift on the couch, she was starting to stick to it. She had forgotten about her ice tea the cubes having melted and diluted it down. "Well that depends on how you can excuse your actions. He told me he found out that Kristy was cheating on him and he was going to confront her. As you can see he had a lot of details. He also seemed to be upset about your part in it. You were your sister's alibi while she was slutting around. You were who she left the house with on your weekly girl's night out. You were both supposedly attending those cooking classes together or on shopping trips. It turns out the nights you went over to keep her company while Bill was working late were really you just babysitting so she could go slutting around. You lied to me as well as Bill. I was without your company two nights a week and part of Saturday so your sister could have an affair." "I told you I could not betray my sister." "Let us just say I buy into your excuse that your loyalty to your sister outweighed the loyalty you owed me, Bill or by extension your God children. Your loyalty to your sister did not extend to enabling her to commit her adultery. You did not have to be her alibi. You could have kept silent but also refused to aid her. Your assistance gives the impression that you approved of her activity." "I told you I tried to talk her out of it." "But you went ahead and assisted her anyway. That is the first issue we have to deal with there are more problems connected to this besides your lying to me." "Other problems; what other problems?" He sat back at his desk and just stared at eh computer screen. "While your sister was slutting around on the nights she was supposed o be out with you or attending class with you I am left wondering what my loyal, faithful wife who would never lie to me was doing. Was she behaving herself or was she getting a little on the side also." "I am not going to apologize for not betraying my sister. Perhaps I should not have given her cover but I told you I would never cheat on you, isn't that enough?" "You mean the way you told me that you and her were attending cooking classes or shopping or you were going out together for girl's night s out and you were going to keep her company while Bill was working? Am I supposed to start believing you now?" "This is crazy. You are just upset by the deaths. There is no reason for you to not believe me just because I helped my sister. I love you and my covering for my sister had nothing to do with that. She was the one cheating not me." He turned to face her "And I should believe you why? Because you would never lie to me? For at least two years you have been lying to me but even if I decided I could believe you there is one thing I will never be able to forgive or forget." "What could that possibly be? If you love me enough you should be able to get over all this." Pointing at the paper in front of her. "That email I got from Bill not only gave the details of Kristy's affairs and your parting them but Bill also implies since you were involved in covering up for her that I might have also known what was going on. My best friend since the fourth grade thought I might have betrayed him because my wife betrayed him. I sent him an email back explaining how I was as much in the dark as he was but I will probably never know if he read it. I have to live with the fact that my best friend maybe went to his grave thinking I was among those who betrayed him thanks to you. For that I will never forgive you." She was quite, making no attempt at a reply. "That is why "we" are not going to take custody of the kids. There is not going to be a "we." As one of those who betrayed Bill you should not be at his funeral. I do not plan on filing for a divorce for a couple of months as your parents are going through enough right now and don't need us piling more on. For that reason and that reason only I will attend Kristy's funeral. Until then we can start separating our finances and figure out what we are going to do with the house. You should move into one of the guest rooms today." He left the room to the sounds of the AC running and her sobbing.
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The drive from work was uneventful but I enjoyed the feel of the leather seats under my naked buttocks, my blouse doing little to cover me as I had left it open. I touched the smoothness between my legs teasing a little The company had booked me into a nice hotel on the outskirts of the industrial development where the new offices were situated. It had a pool, gym and lounge bar where I took most of my meals, preferring it to the rather stuffy restaurant next door. My room was on the second floor next to a set of stairs leading to the lobby and I had found that cutting across the car park in front of the restaurant to take a side entrance to the hotel rather than going through reception was the quickest way to reach them. I parked up on the far side of the cat park, buttoned up my blouse and smoothed it down as best I could before starting towards the hotel. There were a bunch of guys in the restaurant sitting at one of the tables by the main window who I had noticed staring over as I got out of the car. To be fair though its not often you see a woman walking around in just a blouse and I was far enough away in the semi dark that they would probably be thinking that I was wearing a very short dress, although if they had a chance to check me out properly they would soon see otherwise Although my blouse was thin it wasn't transparent by any means just about sheer enough so that my nipples were visible, it would be obvious to anything but the briefest of glances that I wasn't wearing a bra. I had left the top few buttons undone for good measure showing a nice amount of cleavage, the buttons stopped just under my belly button leaving the bottom part of the blouse open. It reached to just below my crotch but was riding up from the sway of my hips as I walked, exposing the bottom curve of my cheeks. I loved the sensuous feel of the thin material on my naked breasts; the air was slightly chill so the sensations created as my nipples rubbed against it were extra nice. I was trembling slightly as I walked across the car park, my pussy wet. Halfway across a light breeze lifted the edge of my blouse, flipping it back on one side, the other being held down by the bag over my shoulder but leaving me exposed almost all the way up to my hip just the same. Shifting the bag from my shoulder so that I held it by my side meant that the next gust took my blouse straight up flapping above my waist. Knowing that I was exposed to the men from the waist down was thrilling but I acted cool and just continue to the walk, letting them enjoy the show. When I was level with the restaurant window I pretended to drop something on the floor and bent from the waist as if to pick it up, giving the guys by the window a good view of my naked cheeks, excited knowing they were seeing my entire ass on display. I turned back and smiled at them as I carried on walking swaying my hips in an exaggerated way, laughing to myself as they did a pretty lousy job of trying to hide the fact that they were checking me out. When I reached the lobby I paused for a second as the door closed behind me, so wet and excited that I could have masturbated right there and then but somehow I controlled myself resisting the urge to place a hand between my thighs. The hotel was mainly glass front and side and as I started too walked up the stairs to the second floor I noticed one of the guys from the restaurant point me out. They must have left immediately after my little show, perhaps it was coincidence that they had finished their meal at that exact moment or perhaps they were hoping to catch another glimpse of the half dressed woman. Without looking directly at them I turned my back to the window and bent low without bending my knees as if adjusting my shoe. My one foot was on the step in front so that the edge of my blouse would rise up as high as possible; from this little display they would notice my distinct lack of panties. I took my time before moving on. I stopped two steps from the top, my heart hammering as I pulled my blouse up slightly so that it sat just along the top of my buttocks, waiting for the guys to round the curve of the stairs just below where I stood as they stepped onto the little landing. I slowly bent forward with my legs together and my hips pushed back, this time making out I was checking in my bag for something. They stopped dead; I snuck a peek over my shoulder, they were a little red in the face so it was obvious that they had been hurrying after me. As one their eyes travelled up my legs to my bare ass, their eyes grew big. I smiled at them letting them know that I knew what they were looking at...and that I didn't mind one bit. They just stood there on the turn of the stairs below me not saying a word. I put my right foot on the next step, opening my legs a little. They were breathing very hard and I wasn't sure if it was from the rush to catch me up or lust from the brief glimpse between my legs. I made a fuss of retrieving my card key from my bag and without a word carried on walking up the last few steps, turning at the top and opening the door to my room. They came round the corner just as I was closing the door; I stood still with my eye to the peep hole. They were milling about outside whispering, I heard one say, "No you do it," as the tallest of them shrugged stepped forward and gently knocked on the door. I watched as the others scattered leaving him on his own, he turned and gestured at them but he was left standing there with no 'backup.' He knocked again and I opened the door, his eyes immediately travelled down to my chest. I had undone all the other buttons on my blouse except for the two just below my breasts so that the material now hung open, my hard nipples the only thing preventing it from slipping apart, giving away just a teasing peek of darker skin. He caught himself staring and gave me a sheepish grin; I just cocked my head to one side and said, "Can I help you with something?" He looked over his shoulder to find he was still alone, although I could hear the others whispering. "I, that is we," he looked back desperately again, "wondered if you would like to join us for a drink in the bar." "No." I said. "Oh, sorry to have bothered you," he said turning away. "Not in the bar anyway, I can't be bothered to dress but I will have a drink in your room." I said quietly. He turned back so fast he almost overbalanced. "That would be great, it's..." I held up a hand and interrupted "Hold on a moment, first I want your little friends to stop skulking about back there, we are not school kids." They appeared from either side of the door, peering round and alternately saying "hello" or giving a little wave of the hand. "Two, no names, no camera phones and no one is going to be touching me do I make myself clear?" They all agreed enthusiastically, giving assurances that I would be fine. "And no one is going to get to fuck me...but that's not to say we can't have some fun though." I smiled. The guy who had knocked on my door led us to his room which was several corridors away. It was so erotic walking with them; there were five in total, all early or mid thirties, reps staying over for a conference to be held at the hotel the next day. All but the guy with the room key were hanging back and I knew that it was to catch glimpses of my buttocks, I was so wet at this point that I was afraid that the juices leaking from my pussy would soon be dribbling down the inside of my thigh. When we reached the room it turned out he had drawn a lucky number and was the only one not sharing. He made a fuss of preparing drinks, handing me a large glass of wine. I took a few sips but had no intention of drinking it all as I tend to get carried away when I drink and I needed to be in charge of them and _myself_ because I was so damned horny after my adventure in the office and my near naked journey home. The guys made small talk as I sat in a chair by the bed; they were trying to look me over without making it obvious which I found amusing, it is funny how confident men who hold a job where you need to be pretty egotistical turn into stumbling teenagers when confronted with a near naked woman. They chatted about why they were at the hotel and this and that until one of them plucked up the courage to ask, "So, what happened to your clothes?" I told them about my encounter in the office, how I had enjoyed the thrill of driving home and how much I had enjoyed teasing them. "So you knew we were looking when you got out of your car?" one said. I sipped my wine and nodded. "And you enjoy teasing guys, flashing and that kind of thing?" "It depends on the situation but pretty much...yes." I replied. "So you set up everything because you knew we were looking?" Again I nodded. "Wow I don't know if I would be happy with my other half doing that, but it is hot." He said. "Lucky if mine lets me see her in the shower." One of the others added making everyone laugh. I stood up and put my wine glass down on the dresser. "I am sure that you didn't invite me for the conversation." I said "and I am sure that you were all hoping to see a little more of me." I parted the flimsy material of my blouse, "perhaps something like this?" They were all stunned to silence and must have been wondering where this was going after I had told them there would be no touching. I stood there facing them with my knees together and my left hip turned slightly forwards. They looked stunned as I popped the last two buttons and let my blouse slowly slip down over my shoulders, I made sure to give them a good show taking my time before letting it fall behind me in a heap. I was now bare-ass naked my left hand held in front of my mound, my right gently caressing my breasts. The heat and wetness in my crotch was almost excruciating. I needed to touch myself very badly. They all stared taking in every inch of my body, all of them looking pretty uncomfortable; all of them completely rock hard, bulges of varying sizes strained against zippers, (although none to match the size of the 'bulge' that I had fun with earlier). They muttered various compliments and comments while shuffling a little uneasily, hands in pockets trying to move their privates into a more comfortable position without the others catching on what they were doing. "Would you like to see more?" I asked naughtily. As one their gaze switched to the hand held in front of my pussy. "Tell me what you would like to see." I said. "Well, everything," one of them said and then quickly added, "If you want to, you know, if it's ok." There was a big difference in their answer than the simple "your cunt" that Richard had given to the same question, yet both answers had made my stomach flutter, Richards, because it was so unexpected and dirty, theirs because it was almost pleading. "Well I might if you want to play a little game." I said. Knees together I crouched down then moved my left knee out slightly just opening my legs a touch but keeping my hand over my pussy. "I love being an exhibitionist but I find it more fun if I can see the effect that I am having." From the looks on their faces they knew that I was referring to the bulges in their trousers. "I said that there would be no touching but I meant you not touching me or me touching you but I don't mind you watching as I touch myself." I slowly slipped the hand that had been resting over my pussy up over my thigh giving them an unrestricted view of my hairless pussy as I sat down on the floor, resting back on my hands with my knees slightly parted. Undoubtedly a little open in this position I smiled as they shifted position to get a better look, I let my left knee drift out so that my pussy was on full display. My heart was hammering in my chest and I knew that my pussy would be visibly wet as I could feel the dampness there. "I also said here was no way any of you were going to fuck me." I said. "But I would like it very much if you would stop hiding your cocks and cum all over me." "What do it on you?" one asked. "Yes." I replied. "Where?" He said. The air was electric as they waited for my answer, it was evident that this was well out of there range of experience and they weren't sure of what boundaries to cross. Obviously they wanted the fun to go on but were being cautious about upsetting me, putting an end to the night. It was thrilling calling the shots as I had earlier with Richard, (only this time I was determined not to get carried away). "You can cum anywhere and everywhere" I said. I reached up and pulled a pillow off the bed, positioning it behind my shoulders as I lay back with feet drawn up, knees wide open with my nakedness on display giving them the best view of my charms that I could. Unable to stand the tension any longer I dropped my right hand to my pussy and ran it over my slit, sliding my middle finger deep inside of me, hooking it so that the tip rubbed the most sensitive spot just inside of my pussy as I drew it back out. I repeated the motion a few more times, nice and slowly, pushing hard until my knuckle pressed against my lips then withdrew it and rubbed my clit using the same damp finger. Feeling the urge build I knew I wouldn't be able to stop until I had cum. The tall guy had seen enough and undid his zip taking out his cock; it was rock hard with a glistening sheen of pre-cum covering the head. At first the others looked a bit startled and horrified, as guys do when they see each other for the first time, not wanting to look like a 'homo' but soon followed suit until they all had their cock in hand. "Don't stand back there, come here and kneel around me." I breathed, gasping a little as my climax started to build. They moved over, shuffling around rather awkwardly as they positioned themselves, each trying to get the best view. With all that hard flesh surrounding me I closed my eyes and imagined crawling on my hands and knees taking each of them into my mouth in turn, being pushed forward onto the hard cock in my mouth as one of them got brave and plunged into me from behind, grabbing my hips and pumping his load, quickly replaced by another then another, the cock in my mouth exploding as the guy holds my head still preventing me from pulling away while I try to swallow it all, cum dribbling from my lips and pussy as they turn me on my back, their hands on my tits, holding me, taking me again and again one after the other. My climax was building, my fingers felt nice but my pussy felt empty. One of the guys had been drinking a Coors light, "Pass me your beer I gasped," grabbing it from him and spilling a little of what was left as I pushed it between my thighs, rubbing the tip up and down my lips first to lube it a little before easing the thin neck into my aching pussy. I had only pushed the very end of the bottle between my sopping lips when I began to cry out as my orgasm hit, the feeling of having something inside of me sent me over the edge as I pushed the bottle in further, sliding it back and forth with both hands until I was using the whole of the neck as an improvised dildo. I felt first one then several a gobs of something warm hit my breasts and realized I was not alone, I opened my eyes and could see that two of them were coming on me, mostly on my breasts and belly but I turned my head to the side as I felt one or two land on my face and in my hair. My orgasm had me bucking my hips, pushing against the bottle as I felt yet more gobs land between my thighs from the guy by my right hip. I eased the bottle neck out of my pussy and a little dribble of beer ran out from between my lips as more even spunk spattered over me. I lifted my buttocks opening my legs even wider as an invite to the guy who had positioned himself between my feet to cover my pussy in his cum. He gasped pulling hard on his cock as thick silvery ribbons flew out of the end to land on my inner thigh, he adjusted his aim until it was hitting my pussy, pumping shot after shot as gobs of it ran down between my lips, pooling under my ass which was already wet from the beer. Some of the other cum had trickled down to my belly, I took my right hand and rubbed the rivulets up and into my breasts, my left reaching for my pussy as the last guy exchanged places with the guy who had just cum, shuffling up a little further than his friend had so that he was kneeling over me, right between my thighs. He leant forwards as he let out a grunt, his cock almost brushing my pussy as the first spurts of cum erupted from the swollen end hitting me hard. I was moving my fingers in tight little circles over my clit as he pumped his load directly onto my pussy, coating my already slick fingers as his cock swelled and twitched until he had squeezed out the last drops. I worked a finger through the mess between my legs, burying it deep, caressing my slick inner walls as I massaged my clit with my other hand a second orgasm washed over me making little dots dance before my eyes as I collapsed back gasping, my thigh muscles trembling with the intensity of it. As my orgasm eventually began to subside and my breathing returned to normal I sat up. I was a sticky mess from my head right down to my thighs, all the guys had tidied and quickly tucked themselves away now that they had had their fun, but everyone was extremely nice, offering drinks, towels and the use of the shower. I took up the invite to use the shower, but declined when they the offered to fetch some clothes from my room, pulling my blouse back on, but not fastening it, I again said "no thank you," when they offered to walk me back to my room. There had been quite the conversation going on while I had been in the bathroom, the tall guy who I guess they had picked as a kind of spokesman for the group said. "Are you sure you won't stop a bit longer?" I shrugged, "Sorry boys, show's over, it's getting late and I'm a little tired." I left the room, knowing that they were watching my ass as I walked down the corridor. Jxx
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Copyright© 2016 by Stultus Description: She was a winter blizzard of a blonde that could make even Santa forget all about coming down chimneys and she was in big trouble, unless Ebenezer Scrooge, private detective, could find her missing sister and save Christmas! A humorous tale of Christmas Noire and humbuggery! *************** Thanks to my assortment of Editors and other advance readers that prefer to maintain deniability *************** She was beautiful and she knew it. A drop-dead gorgeous blonde with gams that could stop holiday traffic and eyes that could melt Frosty the Snowman right down to his icy toes. A wild-eyed winter heart-stopper in a plush little red dress with white fox trim short enough below her lovely ass to hint that she was in the browsing market for just the right sort of holiday stocking stuffer to keep her private parts nicely warmed until spring. Her eyes reminded me of Mrs. Claus but it was certainly not that grand dame, but something in the same spirit... but younger, cheaper and much more tawdry. A festive package for the eyes held together with a red velvet ribbon bow just waiting for some lucky boy to find under his tree as a gift from Santa. She was playing the act like a professional too, alternating between being tarty and demure. It was a shame though that nearly every word out of her cute sensuous mouth was pretty much a fib, if not an outright lie. No surprise. It goes with the territory. It was the lovely but crazy, crazy eyes... divine, but deliciously bughouse. Just looking into them made my toe-hairs curl! When you're Christmas Town's only private investigator, you don't tend to get the more honest and upright citizens for clients. Like the town's snowplows and weekly garbage collection, I deal with all of steaming reindeer crap that everyone else tries to pretend doesn't exist here in our winter wonderland utopia. Think about it... it's Christmas here the _other_ 364 days of the year too, complete with all of the stress and dysfunction of that day of the year times two or two-hundred. There isn't enough magic Christmas snow in the entire North Pole to keep everyone's holiday spirits bright every single fucking day of your entire unnaturally long life. At some point even the jolliest toyshop elf is going to snap and climb up to the top of the gingerbread clock tower with a high powered rifle. It's only just 'normal' crazy most of the year around here but during December it can be like living in a pressure cooker dialed up to eleven for the entire town, not to mention all of the high-brow muckity-mucks inside Santa's Castle. When folks finally snap the results and the collateral damage can get ugly; getting boiled into a plum pudding and getting a stake of holly through your heart aren't just idle threats! Today was the eve of Christmas Eve, December twenty-third, and everyone I'd seen on the streets this morning already appeared to be already nervous and jittery enough to resemble old fashioned coffee percolators. The coke and meth dealers were all doing record trade this week. Next week it would be back to being mostly heroin. The next poor innocent out on some street corner misguided enough to sing out 'Merry Christmas' today (and mean it) was entirely likely to suffer an unfortunate accident involving the vigorous application of a dozen or two iron pipes smacking upon their skull! Since the blonde strumpet was practically begging for my help and brazenly showcasing her goods available for trade, I could tell that somewhere some particularly really nasty sewage pipe was about to blow its seasonal discharge. Naturally, cute and perky was also lying her luscious little ass off, no two ways about it, but her case was gaining my interest. She was claiming to be Caroline Christmas's sister, whom everyone better knew as 'Christmas Carole', and supposedly she'd gone missing. Disappeared without a trace, her alleged sister said, and she wanted her found. If true, this was a big time case; Christmas Carole was one of the really important players and her famously gorgeous tush had a nice cushioned seat at the adults' table of the Kringle Gang, right by the quivering belly and fat lecherous hands of the old fat fool himself. More importantly, since I'd declined any barter arrangement, she was now offering to pay cash, for me to do the job! It's all about silver and gold here. Even the Kringles only really care about the jingle! Nothing else could possibly explain why the Fat Man did all of those cigarette commercials in the 1950's and 60's, complete with a tattoo on his arm that said 'Less Tar'. It had been a good year for business at Scrooge & Marley, LLC and the money box under the potbellied stove in my office was stuffed nearly as full as the hostess at a reindeer orgy, but there was always room in the till for a bit more of the old ready. I gave my client another quick look-over, especially at the mile of openly displayed pristinely white cleavage where her coat was slowly surrendering to the hopeless pressure of restraining within the irresistible abundance of her magnificent huddled masses yearning to breathe free. Oddly, I was able to keep my cool and even keep my eyes (mostly) focused upon hers. She might have been impossibly gorgeous, but that just made my thumbs itch even more, reminding me that anything that seemed obviously too good to be true, _was_... and that meant trouble that I probably didn't need. The crazy women are the best in bed, though. Yeah, this lusciously ripe tart was just the type to be a regular at one of Comet and Vixen's weekly gangbangs, or she would sink even to the utter depravity of an elf orgy, probably imparting to one and all some gift that keeps on giving that neither penicillin nor ground up mistletoe berries could cure. This was trouble that I didn't need and my brain had been telling me to send her flawless tits and ass right straight back out the door... right up to the moment that her shiny silver started to jingle upon my desk. Bah! I decided take the case and the cash... but her robe was going to stay right where it was! Humbug! Crazy women _are_ the most fun in bed, I reminded myself again... but I didn't trust this one even with her clothes on, let alone naked and in the dark. Worse, she had that palpable scent of the castle about her. She just quietly reeked of _Au du Arrogance_ or something like that. The aroma of money, power and entitlement... everyone from the castle has that stench, and I try to keep it as far away from me as possible. My old partner Marley used to enjoy diddling those sorts of clients but I haven't the tolerance for bullshit that he'd had, even before he became deader than a doornail. "It's nippy enough already in here, what with the coal strike, so lady you can keep your coat on and don't bother showing off any of your other finer and more pronounced features that just might otherwise freeze and break off in the cold! I'll take the case and I prefer payment in gold, fifty sovereigns a day plus expenses, plus a bonus for a happy ending, and make it a big gusher! Two day minimum deposit in advance, no promises or refunds." She shrugged and tightened up the belt ribbon of her coat, closing up from view something of a majority of her otherwise unrestrained immaculately snow white breasts. In my opinion they could have used just a hint of sun and already I was going to need a good stiff drink in a few minutes, not but what other parts of me weren't already nicely stiff. With coal being rationed rather severely at the moment, the office was pretty bloody close to freezing and my perverted, but otherwise useless clerk Bob Crotchitch was absolutely shivering at his desk near the snow covered window outside. Perhaps I should buy him a heated butt-plug for Christmas? Sleeping with clients is always bad business, especially when they're dishing themselves up to you complete with the proverbial silver platter. The odds were good that there was more than just humbuggery up for offer here... and the goods that were on offer here were undoubtedly more than a bit odd! She was definitely high class quim from the castle... and even thinking about tapping it would undoubtedly bring me far more trouble than I could handle. My old dead partner Marley would have screwed her right then and here on the spot in every orifice she had, but truthfully he never did have the common sense of even a doorknob, bless his dead soul, there is no doubt whatever about that. 'Mankind was his business', he was often wont to say, namely that there wasn't a man, woman or child that the old letch wouldn't dip his wick into! My blonde Christmas angel sighed and slowly offered up the goods (no, not her utterly flawless breasts) and with obvious reluctance started to count out the jingle jangle jingle. One hundred bright and shiny gold sovereign coins, newly minted too. That alone was suspicious enough to be worth the careful examination of a dozen or so coins at random to check for enchantments or charms. I then checked another full two dozen more just to be sure. She scrunched up her face and pinched her thin ruby lips tight in annoyance at me but I was just following accepted good business practices. The old 'fairy gold' trick had never entirely died in a town chock full of mischievous (and insanely stressed-out) elves and smart folks always kept a lead stylus on hand to check any dodgy coins before accepting payment. Hers were good, pure minted gold, each and every one. Cold hard cash! _Silver and gold, silver and gold_ _Ev'ryone wishes for silver and gold_ _How do you measure its worth?_ _Just by the pleasure it gives here on earth!_ I grunted with approval and swept the coins up into my strongbox and placed it back down into my bottom desk drawer. This box was enchanted with numerous protection spells and completely lead-lined for good measure. My desk has several other assorted protective spells as well. The other old sneaky magical trick in the game is 'pay and poof', where right after payment is made the coins are made to disappear and return right back to their owner. My stylus should have been able to detect that sort of charm, but with elf magic you never know. To be safe, I'd leave those coins in the box unopened for three full days. Long enough to dispel any minor lingering magic's, just in case. My client had really done a nice job of disguising herself, especially the ears (not to mention her breasts), but it's the pert, cute little nose that always gives them away. Elves and much of their kin are first class actors; they're all con-artists born and bred, always after the lutz's -- going for the big joke, especially if it's a cruel one at someone else's expense... they gotta have the very last laugh. No one trusts an elf as far as you can throw one (they drop kick even further, if you've got the balls to do the deed) and they're everywhere around here, the very backbone and muscle of the Kringle clan. Find a crime and if you dig deep and long enough you'll find an elf somewhere lurking in the dark corners, probably also with its hose pulled down to its ankles and doing the nasty to someone's pet dog. Her other big lie was that as far as I knew, the famous Caroline Christmas didn't have any sisters, or other family - elf or otherwise, so I had no idea what this disguised elf _really_ wanted with her. True, I didn't know Carole (in the biblical sense or otherwise) and at best I'd only ever seen her at a distance, but I'd always had the notion that Christmas Carole was a rather unique sort of polar white swan, powerful, beautiful and disdainfully aloof from the affairs of mere mortals... and more toxic than a room full of black cats, broken mirrors and ladders should you cross her path. Everyone had heard rumors of her; some said that Carole was the 'conscience of Christmas' but other folks were equally certain that she was really the implacable Italian patent leather steel-toed pointed boot of holiday karma that you didn't want within twelve postal codes of your ass. This situation just oozed Kringle clan politics from within Christmas Castle, undoubtedly something far too sordid and messy for any of the Jolly Red's usual top tier handlers to deal with. Something probably too sleazy even for the Polar Bears to handle or needed far more finesse than just calling in the nuclear option, the Krampus. On the other hand, everyone's got some angle they want to play, and mine usually includes getting a fat payday that would make my holiday season very, very merry. I didn't have friends or contacts inside the castle... probably the very reason that I was presented this job in the first place. Besides, I had a rep for being really old fashioned about my cases, just doing the job and not caring a fig if the results made the client happy. That has made me quite a rep over the years, but not very many friends in useful places or the tinsel-covered corridors of power. Lies and likely trouble or not, this case was just too big to turn down... so reluctantly told the lovely holiday parcel that I'd find Carole and accordingly I quietly swore the weakest sort of oath that I thought she'd accept. There's an obligation, an honor debt once you've taken someone's money, so I couldn't just kick my feet up on my desk for a week or two and then report that I'd found zilch. Oath-breaking is nasty stuff around here and there's more than enough ambient background magic floating around to make Karma bust your balls half-way up to your throat if you've done someone the dirty in that way. You can stick the knife in from behind and give it all of the nice hard twists you want but once you've given your word, it's a bond. Even the real black- hearted villains... and most of the Faerie like elves, can be more-or-less trusted at their word under oath or obligation, assuming the formalities are strictly observed and no nasty but clever loophole can be discovered. In my case, while I had just formally sworn to try and find the missing girl... I never said anything about handing her back over! If one of the major players, like Caroline Christmas, had vanished, it was probably for a damned good reason and one or more of the 'powers-that-be' would want it kept that way. That... and/or the entire mess was far too repugnantly sordid and pervy even for the fat red-coated pedophile and his jaded ass-felching minions to deal with. *************************** My client departed, nominally satisfied and with an exaggerated swinging of her impossibly perfect white-furred heart-shaped rump she left, leaving our front door wide open to the winter wind and blowing snow. The frigid temperature inside didn't change for the worse much, if at all, and the weak glow from our feeble fire in the stove couldn't hope to influence even the existing chill in any meaningful manner. Damn coal strike! To make things now worse, with the door wide open anything could now slither in from the street, and now unfortunately did so. They were a pair of portly gentlemen, pleasant to behold, and now stood, with their hats off, in my office. They had books and papers in their hands, and bowed to me. "Scrooge, I believe,'' said one of the gentlemen, referring to his list. "Have I the pleasure of addressing Mr. Scrooge? Your late partner, Mr. Marley, was well known to us by his liberality.'' "By 'liberality', I frowned, "you of course mean his complete and utter lack of moral standards. A husband to every wife and like a wife to every husband... until of course he let the Bumble Beast bugger him to his demise, a full seven years ago to this very day!" "He was indeed an inspiration to us all, and at this festive season of the year, Mr. Scrooge,'' said the gentleman, taking up a pen, "and it is more than usually desirable that we should make some slight provision for the poor and destitute, who suffer greatly at the present time. Many thousands are in want of common necessaries, like vibrators, dildos and butt-plugs; hundreds of thousands more are in want of common comforts, sir, like lad's magazines with glossy full color centerfolds.'' "Are there no titty bars? Are there no pole dancers giving happy endings in the champagne rooms?'' I enquired. "Plenty!'' said the gentleman. "And the split-tailed doves and dollymops of the sporting houses?'' I demanded. "Are the brothels still in operation?'' "They are. Still.'' returned the gentleman.'' "The corner penny girls are out plying their happy trade in full vigor, then?'' I said. "All very busy, sir.'' "Oh! I was afraid, from what you said at first, that something had occurred to stop them in their useful course,'' I sighed, "and I'm very glad to hear it.'' "But for the multitudes it is not enough!" They gasped, "A few of us are endeavoring to raise a fund to buy the Poor some stroke magazines, and some helpful means for proper ejaculation. We choose this time, because it is a time, of all others, when Want is keenly felt, and Abundance rejoices. What shall I put you down for?'' "Nothing! Notta! Zip and zilch! I don't go down for anyone!'' I replied. "You wish to be anonymous?'' "I wish to be left alone,'' I growled. "Since you ask me what I wish, gentlemen, that is my answer. I keep busy enough diddling myself at Christmas and I can't afford to make idle people's fingers merry, fiddling their own ferrets. I help to support the establishments I have mentioned; they certainly cost enough, and those who are badly off must settle for the five-knuckle- shuffle or a holiday date with Rosey Palm and her five sisters.'' "Many can't go to those places; and many would rather die than be caught basting the turkey in public or spit-shining someone's candy cane in a public restroom.'' "It's not my business,'' I said, "it's enough for a man to understand his own business, keeping my own corn buttered and not to interfere with other people's pipe cleaning. Dancing with my own eye-eyed sailor occupies me constantly enough as it is... but I can freely offer you poor gentlemen the services of my clerk Bob, if you have a rusty trombone that needs greasing. He usually goes out to lunch about this time for a zipper dinner with a pearly shower, otherwise, good afternoon, gentlemen!'' With a loud sigh, Bob Crotchitch groaned and arose from his desk and made some exaggerated stretching motions, swishing his dress, feigning that the extreme chill within our office had frozen up his joints to the very bone, and dropped to his well-calloused knobby knees at the altar. Then, like a good obedient clerk, he proceeded to gobble the perv-merchants knobs, bagpiping the pair of penises rather over loudly. He was useless as a clerk but Bob knew how to give Big Jim and the Twins a good bath. After receiving his holiday communion, taking down their pair of chunky crotch yogurt loads, Bob rose to his feet and we bid the enterprising pornographers a good day. "With your permission, sir, I need to run over to the baths at lunch... to check on things there, if I might?" Ah, the White Swallow Bathhouse, Bob's home away from home, as it were. True, we did have a small monthly retainer to handle any minor irregular problems for the ownership and its twinkle-toed clientele, but Bob was quite zealous about coddling this minor customer account and often visited the establishment on his way home at night... or at lunch, and sometimes before work as well. I had to admit it was usually a good place for Bob to pick up on all of the latest rumors, innuendo and hearsay while getting a brisk prostate massage or his tonsils spit-shined. Apparently Bob had really enjoyed the nice view of the business end of my new client and after long minutes of ogling her scantily clad furred rump his yule log was about to get all eggnoggy inside his breeches. Sucking off the pair of beef whistle custard launchers had only whetted his appetite for a big cock- chowder lunch. "Sure, go!" I told him, "First though, do you know anything about what Caroline Christmas has been up to lately? Oh, and if you see them, ask either Santa Bear or the Sugar Plum Fairies about her while you're there... and also, what's in that big envelope those perv's gave you? Other new business Bob, or just sample lad's magazines?" "Nothing work related, boss. Just some suspects that I'll need to keep my eye on! I'll peruse this later for ah, research, yea... research purposes. Just times when I've got a clogged drain and need to call in someone, as it were," he simpered, reluctantly leaving the thick packet on his desk. "And, no, I haven't seen Carole around town in weeks, but the Mrs. might have. Young Martha's might know also. She's got herself a good position with Lady Vixen now and doesn't have to stand out nights in the cold on street corners, neither! She's a six pence girl now for a nice rub and tug, no longer a common guttersnipe bunter gobbling nobs for just a pence a-pop! Martha gets to hear all of the gossip from the clients, including some from inside the castle, and the other girls and she brings it home for my wife's ears on her off days. She'll be home today, I imagine, so you can check and see. We're hoping that Lady Vixen will take in young Belinda next year, too, once she turns thirteen... it's important to get a young girl set in her career as early and securely as possible!" Lady Vixen ran undoubtedly the fanciest and most upscale knocking shop just off of the High Street near the town square just downhill from the castle. Her girls specialized in strict deportment and obedience to their well-heeled clients wishes, albeit in a relatively safe and secure environment. From what I'd heard, some of the gals liked their amusement extremely secure, with stout leather restraints and other instruments of chastisement. For that matter, quite a few of their gentleman callers seemed to rather enjoy a good bit of submission to a haughty mistress equipped with a riding crop, and eager to apply it! Word was that Big Red's #1 enforcer, the Krampus himself, called the place home. Word was, the scary brute was a switch, with the switches, and enjoyed both giving and receiving festive presents and was extremely partial to golden showers. As an investigator on his own, Bob was pretty much useless and invariably not even worth a copper of his salary, but he and his wife did have an ear for gossip and between the two of them they generally knew any and every rumor worth knowing. I'd originally hired him as an act of charity as a favor to my old late partner Jacob Marley, who had the habit of regularly buttering his buns. I still often regretted it, but in truth he did made for an adequate bookkeeper and secretary, especially when I made him wear a dress, wig and high heels here in the office every day. Now if he would only shave regularly and take it a bit easier when applying the white pancake makeup. I let Bob scuttle off to the baths, where if nothing else the waters (and the steamy action) were much hotter than here in these cold chambers. Casually scanning inside the folder on his desk I found his collection of candid prints of gentlemen bodybuilders in an aroused state of rigidly muscular un-attire. Ah, just his usual bathroom reading materials. In addition there was a colorful illustrated periodical entitled 'The Right to Bear's Arms', which quite shockingly depicted groups of extremely muscular and hairy men wearing black leather forcefully inserting their paws into each other's fundaments, and to quite an alarming depth! No doubt, this was possibly a reason why Bob often had difficulty sitting or even walking after his regular visits to the bath house. As for the well-worn collection of 'The Illustrated Adventures of Twink the Elf', the less said the better. My own collection of 'bathroom research materials' weren't much better, except that I'd like to think that the superior artwork of 'Elf Girls Tied in Tinsel' is destined to become a holiday classic of the genre. As for the Crotchitch daughters, finding a situation for them at Lady Vixen's was good fortune indeed! I'd always been fond of Martha and now young Belinda was starting to ripen nicely as well. Both girls were (like their father) models of submissive obedience and always eager to please their uncle Scrooge during my regular visits to the family. Bob was rather incapable of handling many of his family responsibilities (and not much better with his business once here either) and in the spirit of holiday helpfulness I've tried to provide service to Mrs. Crotchitch with her more personal needs for over a decade now. Their youngest son Tim is quite the scamp and rascal, and is already at his young age the best second-story burglar in the city. In good light, he bears more than a passing resemblance to me, as a boy of the same age, but Emily has never confessed if I am his father, or if she had other admirers during that time. Heck, I'd bet heavily against any of the children being Bob's. She's plumper now but still a squealer, and it had been awhile since I'd given her holiday goose a good internal basting and seasoning, so a visit to the Crotchitch house seemed as good a place as any to start my investigation as any. *************************** It was a slight disappointment that both Martha and Belinda were out doing the shopping, so I had no one to rim my tight rosebud while I porked their mother's roundmouth, plowing her back field as she giggled, bent over her kitchen table. Her plump ass fit my cock like a glove, as I drove her hard all the way up to brown town, fishing for chocolate trout. Since I was in something of a hurry, I held myself to just one booty-blast into her fart-box before we got down to exchanging gossip over a brisk pot of tea. Mrs. Crotchitch then demonstrated her oral skills at the whore-pipe, trying some mouth-to-junk resuscitation, she (between mouthfuls) shared her tittle-tattle with me and I started to get a better idea about the nature and character of the woman I was hunting for. Unfortunately, no one had seen Carole Christmas in at least a week. There was just a vague rumor that she hung out sometimes at Goldilock's, a gay leather bear nightclub. Usually in the back room where the on-going poker game was held. This was a good place to find Santa Bear or his seven very gay elves, his vocal backup singing group, the Sugar Plum Fairies. Not my usual sort of place, but the bear did know everyone and everything happening in Christmas Town. I bid the Crotchitch household a very fond farewell and wrapped my scarf up around my neck tightly to ward off the cold once more and forced myself back out into the snow. ******************* Passing by the mid-town arena, I noticed that the Tranny Siberian Orchestra was playing tonight, but sold out as usual. I didn't much care, I'd seen them before a couple of dozen times. Even the holiday classics, like 'Who are you doing New Year's Eve', 'Blue Balls Christmas' and 'I Saw Mommy Blowing Santa Claus' can get stale over the decades. The show I really wanted to see, the Slutcracker, was completely sold out, and had been for weeks. This classic performance of Tchaikovsky's timeless Christmas ballet would be performed by a dozen of the finest pole-dancers, featuring the signature _pas de deux_ the 'Dance of the Sugar Tits Fairy'. Now that was a holiday classic! Just past the central town square up ahead, on a side-street, I'd find Goldilock's and hopefully some knowledgeable bears or their cubs. Up at the next corner I stopped to give a pair of cute penny-girls a small coin each and a pat on the head. Their lips looked too cold and blue to get down to the cream filling of anyone's holiday éclair and I bid them to take a respite and get themselves creamed-up properly with a hot cocoa first. The young promising sluts of today are our future strumpets and trollops of tomorrow! As always, there was no nativity scene in Christmas Town's square. This wasn't for any religious reasons... as usual no one could find three wise men or a virgin. There was a big Christmas tree in the center but, as always, there was a big fuss over who'd get the contract to decorate the tree and town square. I think this year, like last, it was a $10 billion ornament contract and of course it went to Halliburton. The lawsuits from the usual sore losers will go on for years! Everyone accused Santa of using illegal immigrant labor. Rush Limbaugh said the gifts were part of some kind of socialist giveaway program. The AFL-CIO claimed that Santa underpays his elves and brings in foreign ones via H1B. Even the town mayoress said that she will not be exchanging gifts this Christmas with the councilmen, like they used to. She got tired of all the so-called 'big men' promising large things and then not delivering. I tipped another small copper to some bare chested lady carolers in the square and admired how the frozen ice was dangling from their nipple rings, as they sang: _Pretty titties_ _Naked titties_ _Dressed in holiday style_ _In the air there's a feeling_ _Of titsmas._ Oh, yes indeed! **************************** Inside Goldilock's, there were the usual assorted bit of eye-ball queens, gal- boys and basket-shoppers all looking for an afternoon of rough-trade, but I didn't make eye contact with anyone or anything until I was safely backstage and saw Santa Bear himself holding court. The hairy old bear was looking very himself, today. A broad muscular daddy- bear of the old school and a three time winner of the Ernest Hemingway Look- Alike Contest in Key West, he was dressed in his usual performance costume of black leather chaps over his blue jeans and nothing else but a forest of chest hair covering his gold nipple rings and chest. He was bored and quite in the mood to talk, but had nothing to say worth repeating. He hadn't seen Carole in over a week... maybe two, but perhaps the Sugar Plum Fairies had seen her since then. I had been dreading that... none of the Seven Gay Elves were wrapped up too tightly in the head, or remotely tight in the sphincter anymore either. Still, they were now my last hope. The Fairies hosted a seemingly endless on-going poker game backstage and most evening most of the serious gamblers could be found hanging out here, but this afternoon they were alone, and utterly bored to tears. "What's the score?" I asked Bitchy, the only one of the elves that I knew even semi-casually. "I'm up by a head!" He smiled, showing off to me the severed tip of an elf penis. "Want me to deal you in?" Yep, they were seriously bored this afternoon and playing 'Chop Poker' again. The loser of a hand getting his elf saucer chopped off with a meat cleaver! They're elves and their pricks would grow right back again in just a few minutes... but fuck, that had to be painful anyway! "Nope," I declined, "stakes are way too small for me!" To accentuate my point I unzipped my Royal Albert and slapped its eleven and a half inches upon the table, well away from the cutting board. "That's one big drumstick on that turkey!" Twinky gasped, unable to remove his eyes from my holiday yule tree. I could sense Horny sneaking up from behind me, his little elf paws already stroking his far less impressive elf lollipop, and I gave him a fast kick in the balls that parked his skanky ass on the carpet and his nose out of my rear business. Queeny, a rather flamboyant male elf decked out in a sequined ladies evening gown and full elbow length white gloves, sighed with undisguised longing as I tucked my trouser sausage back away. But I had his complete attention now and he actually had heard a rumor that quite got my attention. "Your idiot nephew, Fred," Queeny gushed, "he's out by the castle gate and letting no one inside. When I saw him this morning, he was warbling some song about a 'Vertically Challenged Drummer Child of Undetermined Gender'. Madness! No one is entering or leaving the castle... and that means trouble! Oh, and I'd seen Carole speaking with him just earlier this morning, too!" Don't be misled by the happy simple cheerful face of my nephew Fred. He may look like an idiot and he might sound like an idiot, but deep down in his core, he really _is_ an idiot. Unfortunately, I now realize why there is an incest taboo... that screwing your hot slutty sister, nightly, can indeed lead to unfortunate consequences, like Fred! It didn't help that Fred had married a bright young thing even dimmer than a sooty gas lamp. She had been at least rather pretty, maybe even exceedingly pretty, and always willing... both on her knees or on all fours. She had a mouth made for cock sucking; with a dimpled, surprised-looking, capital face; a ripe little mouth, that seemed made to be kissed and filled with penis pudding. Altogether she was what you would have called provoking, you know, quite a satisfactory shag... and far too neglected in the bedroom! Then, sometime back in the 1960's, my nephew dumped her cucking slutty ass and promptly acquired some hippy round-heeled blonde slapper from California whose sausage wallet dick-depot was even more worn out than his ex's. Worse, this new even more vapid slag didn't seem to have a single functional brain cell! She talked, babbled really, constantly, but nothing out of her cum dumpster ever made the least bit of sense. Fred was too stupid to create this sort of trouble. If anyone loved Christmas and lived it in his heart three-hundred and sixty-five days a fucking year, it was simple happy Fred. Someone had to be pulling his strings, and I suspected at once his hippy-dippy gutter-slut floozy. He at least could be reasoned with... especially since I carried in my long coat pockets an eighteen-inch persuader made out of lead pipe with duct tape wrapped around the handle. One of us would make him see sense! *************** "A Merry Little Day of Winter, uncle!" Cried Fred's invariably cheerful voice as I approached the closed castle gate to meet with my idiot nephew and his even more clueless doxy. "Bah!'' I said, "Humbug! It's fucking _Christmas_, and don't give me that 'Keep the Saturn in Saturnalia' crap either.'' "Uncle," his air-headed California hedge-whore vacuously stated, "please accept without obligation, implied or implicit, our best wishes for an environmentally- conscious, socially-responsible, politically-correct, low- stress, non-addictive, gender-neutral, celebration of the winter solstice holiday, practiced within the most enjoyable traditions of the religious persuasion of your choice, or secular practices of your choice, with respect for the religious/secular persuasions and/or traditions of others, or their choice not to practice religious or secular traditions at all... and a financially-successful, personally-fulfilling, and medically-uncomplicated recognition of the onset of the generally-accepted calendar year, but with due respect for the calendars of choice of other cultures or sects, and having regard to the race, creed, color, age, physical ability, religious faith, choice of computer platform, or dietary preference of the wishee." What the fuck? Worse, her eyes never once even blinked either! I didn't have any better answer ready on the spur of the moment, so I just replied, "Bah!'' again, and followed it up with "Humbug.'' When in doubt, stick with the holiday classics. Now I was quite certain that knocking up my slutty sister had been a very bad idea. Fred, full of the new seasonal spirit, started some jolly rendition of one of his new, modern politically correct carols, singing 'Chestnuts Roasting on a Safely Maintained Continuously Monitored Nontoxic Eco-friendly Outdoor Fire for which I do Have a Permit'. Which was quite a mouthful! Fortunately, I could out-think my idiot nephew any day of the week. "I see..." I slyly told him, clasping one hand conspiratorially across his broad shoulder, "you can't be too careful when singing Christmas carols; they're teeming with anti-government undertones and urging anti-social behavior, all of them! The worst, most blatant example is 'Chestnuts roasting on an open fire'. First of all, there are ordinances against open fires. You can't just flame one up wherever you want. If everybody started having open fires, imagine all the carbon monoxide detectors that would go off! Also... chestnuts. Really? Do you know how many kids have nut allergies these days? These kinds of songs really need to be looked at by the FDA as conspiracies perpetrated by the National Association of Nutmeat Makers and Salters." Poor Fred was confused already, nodding his head up and down like a reindeer bobble-head doll. "And folks dressed up like Eskimos," I continued. "Is everybody is wearing pants of mottled sealskin and caribou skin coats trimmed with wolverine? Clearly some ethnic bias or prejudice there. Then that line, 'And so I'm offering this simple phrase, to kids from one to 92. Merry Christmas...', does life end at 92? Are 93-year-olds in a subclass? Don't centurions
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deserve holiday wishes? Clearly age discrimination! Those carols... all of them! The hurt goes on and on, from the anti-animal 'one-horse open sleigh' to the disabled-insensitive 'Do you hear what I hear?' Forget, 'I'm Dreaming of a Multicultural Christmas'... let's all sing together 'O Come Let us Adore Him or Her (or It)!" Fred's dim eyes glazed over at once and he collapsed into the snow in a semi- epileptic fit. His brain was trying to think... and I think he hurt himself while trying. I didn't even need to discuss EPA findings about flying reindeer methane emissions. Rudolph is apparently a fan of beans. His blonde twat (I never could remember her hippy name) was too dim to be fooled by logic so I let her naturally expire due to severe lead poisoning, by braining in her empty skull with my lead pipe persuader, repeatedly. She wasn't elven, or Christmas canon, so I hoped I had done Christmas Town a permanent service by spreading her brains across the snow! I pulled the castle doors open and waltzed right in. **************************** Almost everyone who mattered in Christmas Town was there, lots of them, bleeding mostly, their heads and asses mounted up on impaled pikes. Carole Christmas was there alright, loudly singing her new politically correct anthems, while she lopped off heads of the establishment with a sickle. Very druidical and old-old school... I had to give her points for that! Inside the castle, the battle lines had been drawn and the coup was apparently long over. The Kringle Gang, including Big Red Fat and Jolly himself, had lost and were now awaiting retribution. I would have liked to have thought that most of the old regime would have remained faithful unto the end, but to my jaundiced eyes the two sides of foes looked much even in strength, and the usurpers had all of the sharp cutlery. The elves, ever treacherous, had largely turned coat and followed the side with the most guns. Even Frosty, now apparently the 'Indifferently-Sexed Snow Person', was holding an AK-47 and menacing a bunch of sad, dejectedly looking toyshop elves that had remained loyal. Blood was everywhere, covering the snow of the castle courtyard and each time that Carole swung her sickle, another elf's head flew off. Alas, unlikely to be for the permanent. The damned elves could regenerate their lost heads... as well as lopped off penises. It's always worth the effort to try and kill an elf, but the bastards seem to be nearly immortal and the cure never sticks. The entire vile bunch would be back again tomorrow, as sure as there is a $ in Chri$tmas. I think her chorus of lackeys were singing something about 'Grandma Allegedly Got Run Over by a Non-Human Perpetrator', when they noticed me and an awful lot of gun barrels started to get pointed in my direction and a few twinkle- toed traitors came over my way with swords to escort me over to where the main party was happening. "Hey, don't mind me... I'm off the clock, now. I was just paid to find Carole Christmas, and I've found her. Now let me sod off nice and quietly like, peacefully." It didn't work... and I got prodded right over to Herself and a ringside seat to the next swing of her druidical blade. "As it was of old once, shall it be then again new! Evergreens and blood... and everlasting life, the seasons shall remain renewed!" She whispered in a terrible soft but clear voice. There was no doubt about it at all now... Carole Christmas had spent one dark teatime of the soul too many at Fred and California Sunshine's house and had gone both New Age and Aulde Age at the same insane time. My client might have had deliciously crazy eyes, but Carole's had gone irrationally _far_ past the zone of being merely insane. She was hot though... a pip of a virtually naked holiday honey with big perfect bare naked tits and just a tiny bundle of mistletoe wrapped around her crotch. Unfortunately, being covering with bright crimson blood from head to naked bare foot was a bit of a turn-off for me. "Carols, draped mistletoe, giving gifts, poinsettias and trees, wreaths... these were all mine once, of pagan ritual when they worshipped me at the winter solstice in my groves and made sacrifice. Taken from me, adapted... stolen, but once again mine! The King in Red shall fall to my knife in sacrifice once more and the coming of spring shall be ensured!" Yep... she was a nutcase all right. Can the cultural spiritual embodiment of Christmas have a complete nervous breakdown? That was my bet. Logic might be of some use here... at least she could talk in complete sentences that didn't include 'far out man' and didn't use 'like' constantly as a verb. "Quite right. Stolen, all of it. Except for Santa, supposedly a conceptual embodiment of a Christian saint, but all of that was mostly stolen from ancient proto-Indo-Iranian Zoroastrianism and the Roman worship of Mithras. He was born on December 25th too, and _also_ of a virgin birth! How original, and the whole Roman Saturnalia holiday party season too! Rudolph is an anomaly, of course, so chalk him up to seasonal marketing. The jingle into the cash registers must flow! Now the fucked up idea of hanging up old socks and sticking candy in them... who the hell knows where that came from!" "No more naughty... no more nice! Participation trophy's for everyone!" One of the reindeer cried out. Probably Blitzen... he'd been off his head for years since he discovered cocaine. "We'll watch over them all, the children of the entire world... damned fucking little terrorists!" The snowman formerly known as Frosty muttered, waving about his coal shovel menacingly. "Destroyers of the earth, all of them! Warming the planet one little happy fart at a time!" Was he talking about the children... or the reindeer? "We'll show them!" one of the elves said, "We'll have various new surveillance methods, cameras everywhere, and a network of informants eager to rat out every eco-unfriendly thing they do!" he said with a bright-eyed smile of the true zealot. "Litter on the ground or buy a computer game or toy that uses plastic or rare-earth metals and onto our new naughty list they'll go!" I had to give him credit for the evil hand-wringing and 'Mwuahahaha!' laugh. "So, from now on at North Pole Inc, giving someone a lump of coal is really an euphemism for hitting them with a Hellfire missile launched from a Predator drone?" I enquired. "Fucking A!" The entire gaggle of treasonous elves cheered. "You... Scrooge!" Carole muttered, her unblinking crazy eyes now staring at me. "You're one of the worst, a tired Dickensian nightmare... a generic rich black-hat whose moral conversion and rebirth we misunderstand and pigeonhole as something less meaningful to us than it is. You're just a sad shadow, a reflection of the indifference and social injustice Dickens saw of the plight of the poor and working class." "No," I disagreed, "Dickens didn't advocate changing the structure of society by revolution or legislation. He distrusted _all_ public or private systems to bring about reform. He wanted for people _themselves_ to be reformed. Carole, you're at heart a Malthusian, just like he was... and equally obsolete now too!" Now I had her right where I wanted her. Malthusians still live among us in both the extreme left and right wings of politics; and Dickens was writing to readers who supported such things. That phrase--surplus population--is what first tipped me off to my creator's philosophical agenda... but I am not him! He was taking aim at the father of the zero-growth philosophy, Thomas Malthus. Malthus' ideas were still current in British intellectual life at the time 'A Christmas Carol' was written. Malthus, himself, had joined the surplus generation only nine years before. But his ideas have proved more durable. Malthus taught the world to fear new people. An amateur economist, he created a theoretical model which allegedly proved that mass starvation was an inevitable result of population growth. Populations grow, he said, geometrically, but wealth only grows arithmetically. In other words, new people create more new people, but new food doesn't create new food. Malthus' influence, unfortunately, grew geometrically and not arithmetically. His ideas provided fodder for Darwin, and Darwin's lesser mutations used the model to argue for the value of mass human extinction. Hitler's hard eugenics and Sanger's (founder of Planned Parenthood) softer one, both owed a great debt of gratitude to Thomas Malthus. So do the zero-growth, sustainable- growth, right-to-die, duty-to-die, life boat bio-ethicists who dominate so much of our intellectual discussion. Malthus turned out to be, ironically, right in some sense. His prediction of mass death has taken place; not because he was right, but because he was believed. Dickens created me, Ebenezer Scrooge, the unreformed one, to be clearly a Malthusian. He had also redeemed me at the end, and I knew better! Carole Christmas now knew the truth, both in my words and in my eyes, and hers blinked. Sanity was starting to return but I didn't take any chances. No one had searched my coat and my lead pipe was ready and handy... and I decked her halls! Her blood was the last to join that crimson snow covered field and with just a menacing glance from me the fight went out of all of her believers, as they just stood there in stunned silence. It was now a very Silent Night, evening had come, and the Kringle clan once more quickly resumed control over the castle and the entire lot of sullen rebels were taken off to some brightly lit and festively decorated dungeon. Dealing with them wasn't _my_ problem! ******************** I shuffled myself off back home to my house and shoveled in more coal that I could probably afford to replace and settled into my biggest and most comfortable chair and downed perhaps a dozen brandies. I feel asleep there and enjoyed the rest of the nocturnal solitude, pleased as punch that my case had been solved. On the morning of Christmas Eve, I attended to my workplace. Fred came stumbling in at close to noontime, with his old ex once again under arm, both as drunk as lords. They both looked deliriously and sickeningly happy and with the doxy now gone permanently, the dim-witted couple probably didn't even recall that they were on the outs. They invited me to come dine with them tomorrow, for a late holiday supper of festivities, frivolities and games. By evening, Fred, the host would be soused and under the table, insensible. After that, the hostess would be under me! I'd missed regularly screwing her at every and all opportunities! I then gave Bob the afternoon off early. I think he had a hot date lined up with Butchy Elf. There being nothing much to do, other than count, recount and jingle all of the shiny jangle in my coin-chest, I was about to leave early too and lock up for the evening, it being Christmas Eve, when the snow whitest breasts of my dreams walked back into my office once more. It was my client... and her red and ermine fur-lined robe looked ready to explode, cascading the wonders of all of her wintery wonderlands out for my view. Oh, yes dear God... please! Then with a smile, her figure shimmered and transformed in the familiar form of Mrs. Santa! The plump Kringle matron boss herself! Then, to my further astonishment, her form shifted again, to something older, wilder... more sexually feral. And even more beautiful and deadly, if it could possibly be imagined. "Everyone forgets," she laughed, shifting gently again back into her lovelier and softer love goddess persona, "that long before Saturnalia, or even before Celts were sacrificing in evergreen groves, that I was there before them all, man's primitive and ancient belief in the spirit of rebirth and renewal, that spring and life would come once more after winter. A girl has to adapt with the times, like Carole, who is the living conscience and spirit of Christmas, but being... mostly, Mrs. Clause does quite suits me! When the revolt happened, I was as usual in the kitchen baking cookies and none of Carole's minions even looked at me twice. It was easy then to escape from the castle and find you, the one person I was sure of that could face down Carole, in her temporary madness." I had known that Carole didn't have any sisters! So my secretive client had been Mrs. Claus all along! It was a Christmas miracle... her robe now fell fully open so that I could enjoy the holiday feast that was now fully on offer. A hero's banquet and reward! In a flash, my hands were grabbing her immaculate and flawless breasts as she backed up her glorious ass upon Crotchitch's writing table so that I could mount her! "The Fat Man?" I hissed, as I gave her the entirety of my Yule log. "Off with the reindeer and sleigh, for the next 47 hours, doing his deliveries around the world. I'll know where he is every minute, so they'll be no sudden unpleasant surprises or interruptions! Now... Cum, all ye Faithful! We've got lots of time and I've got lots of holiday spirit to share! She even had a pair of tickets for us to attend the Slutcracker together tonight! She was really my Santa Baby this year! First, though we had a bit of Hum-buggery to attend to!
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_This Story occurs before the events of Age of Ultron and features many characters from the greater Universe._ ***** The prisoner shuddered awake with a start: bolting upright only to rattle the chains holding her in place. Twisting in the wooden seat, the redhead groaned, head still spinning. Leaning forward she blinked hard as light slowly returned to her world. Attempting to ignore the ringing in her ears, Natasha Romanoff surveyed the dank surroundings with disdain; even as she began testing her bonds. So the mission had gone sour, she was used to that. While Natasha hadn't intended to be knocked unconscious it was an operational hazard, and the redhead was more than equipped to deal with it. Shifting her hips against the bottom of the wooden seat, Natasha felt the weight of the utility belt strapped around her waist. Nothing but empty p. No weapons, no communications, no back up. The ex-S.H.I.E.L.D agent released a frustrated breath, brushing a booted heel against the ground. In the old days there would have been a task force specifically to get her out of this; now she was alone. The mission parameters had shifted, that was obvious, though the essential requirements had not changed: the redhead was here to survey the castle for potential threats; intelligence suggesting this Sokovian fortress was a HYDRA sub-base. Given the high security she had encountered, the ex-agent was now more inclined to believe them. Natasha stayed calm: she had a team that backed her up in this kind of situation. They weren't exactly reliable, but they packed a big punch, and more than that, they were friends. Natasha closed her eyes. She could hardly blame Tony Stark for this one, she had chosen to survey the castle alone, believing it to be a minor stakeout: hardly worthy of the Avengers. She had been arrogant, but when your team consists of Gods and monsters it's hard not to have something to prove. Hearing the metal door to her cell clunk menacingly, Natasha straightened up in her seat, ready to confront her captors. Choosing a more upright, dignified pose, the redhead felt her black combat suit tighten reassuringly against her curves: coiled and ready to strike. The door swung open alarmingly quickly, the heavy metal slamming against the castle wall and reverberating in place, dust falling from the brickwork around her. Given the rust and weight of the vault-like entranceway, Natasha was surprised to find a small, waifish brunette standing opposite her, illuminated only by the light that could now spill into the cell. Both women eyed each other carefully, neither greeting the other. Natasha guessed the girl was around 20: not a leader, so perhaps an underling? Hardly suited for intimidation. Yet the brunette had an otherworldly quality; the tilt of her head, the twist in her stance. Combined with an unusual dress sense her demeanour suggested something... unprecedented. Stepping into the room, the brunette moved with purpose, boots echoing against stone. Taking in the girl's body, Natasha was again surprised, next to no muscle, no visible weapons. This child was to be her interrogator? "You don't talk much," Natasha stated curiously, watching as the girl continued to take her in; passing behind her chair as she circled the tied-up redhead. Neglecting to respond, the brunette slunk soundlessly around her, bright eyes never leaving the Agent's face. Natasha decided the girl was pretty, in-spite of her somewhat unkempt appearance. Her gypsy-like attire suggested a Sokovian origin; the clothing mismatched yet somewhat appealing: The brunette's slight, distressed black dress was thin enough to reveal the pert body underneath. The garment was cut revealingly: the neck deep, the hem just reaching mid-thigh. Wrapped in a deep red shawl to keep out the cold, the tattered garment was indicative of the girl's streetwise nature. Meeting the brunette's bizarre gaze, Natasha was absorbed by the girl's huge green eyes, seemingly transfixed by the redhead's very existence. Surrounded by excessive, blurred mascara, the Sarkovian's stare seemed to penetrate her soul, while ultimately betraying the youth and underlying lack of confidence of her interrogator. "This your first time?" Natasha asked playfully, watching the brunette twitch in reaction: "It's a good act, but do you really think you can torture me?" Natasha scoffed, smirking in-spite of her powerless position: "I didn't know HYDRA had fallen so far they would use little girl's to do their dirty work." Eliciting no response, the redhead began to wonder if this woman even spoke English. If she didn't then this wasn't an interrogation; meaning torture was now more likely. Since Natasha wasn't really in the mood for pain, she decided it was time for a daring escape. Turning back toward the entrance, Natasha listened carefully: The redhead could register no sound coming from the hallway beyond. No armed escort? If she could break free of her restraints this would be the perfect time to break out- -The brunette flicked her arm, hand contorting as it suddenly moved through the air. Natasha watched, astonished, as the heavy metal door swung back on its hinges without the girl even touching its surface: Slamming shut with an echoing clang, the sound reverberated around the tiny room, more dust dropping from the ceiling: "No more thoughts of eh-scape Spy, you leave when I'm ready. Or in bag..." Natasha opened and closed her mouth; had she telegraphed her intentions in some way? Looking back up at the mysterious girl, she noted the red smoke wafting up from her left hand, before meeting her eyes once more. Natasha watched as they faded from red to green. The ex-agent braced herself: "So you're one of Strucker's enhanced? Telekinetic or psychic? S.H.I.E.L.D has done research into Neuro-electrical interfacing..." The brunette frowned as she struggled to register the redhead's assertion. Realising her words had not translated, Natasha spoke more carefully: "You," she nodded at the brunette, " You can move objects with your mind?" The redhead's nose crinkled: "Did you know what I was going to do?" Not responding immediately, the brunette stepped forward slowly, eyes moving across the other woman's face. Swiping a loose strand of dark wavy hair behind an ear, she spoke calmly; her strong Sokovian accent coming through in just a short statement: "All you need to know? I am weird." Shrugging of her shawl, the brunette hung the worn weave over the back of the dilapidated chair. Leaning over the prisoner, the girl raised a hand; flexing her long fingers in the air around the ex-agent's head. Natasha watched cautiously: If this girl was telepathic this interrogation could actually go pretty badly for her: "So you're weird, I get that... But you don't want to go poking around in my mind, you might not like what's in there..." The brunette ignored her, the girl's large eyes sliding over Natasha's face and back up to her gaze: "I grow up in war-torn hell-hole, I am... experiment. I get off on fear..." The redhead nodded: the girl had a point; if anyone could understand having a messed up background, it was Natasha Romanoff. Maybe then she could use their shared experience as leverage, reason with the foreign girl on mutual ground: "I get it, I went through the same thing as a kid, till S.H.I.E.L.D took me in." "You also get powers through Alien staff taken from Norse God?" The brunette responded, her broken English not disguising her amusement. "Well no..." Natasha replied, taken aback. Deciding on a different approach that suited her own style, the redhead continued, asking questions herself since the girl apparently didn't need to: "So they made you, using the staff? We tried to deep-six that research but I heard all of your kind died in HYDRA's experiments, or were at least horribly scarred..." Natasha ran her eyes over the brunette's lithe curves appreciatively; making sure the other girl could see her inspection: "But I guess you lucked out. You fit together pretty well." The brunette's mouth became a thin line of irritation; she had given away information. Again. Who was interrogating whom? Meeting the redhead's eyes, it was her turn to be intimidated, green orbs amused but giving nothing away. The Sokovian chose to scowl back at the other woman's smirk. When she replied the girl was overly assertive: "You think you will geht out of here? This is your... ultimatum? I see S.H.I.E.L.D's scars all over the inside of your head Romanoff. You are, muddled..." "Getting lost in my head huh?" Natasha said, a small grin curving her lips. Maybe she could keep this girl out, provided she kept to the right thoughts: "Why do I think you're winging this?" Natasha asked playfully. Again the brunette stared back at her, hard eyes faltering slightly: "Right, another American expression..." the redhead explained apologetically: "I think you are making this up as you go along, preying on my vulnerability. What if I don't believe in your tricks huh?" Natasha asked, pausing to conjure a thought before asking her next question: "Like, what am I thinking right now??" Focusing on the spy's mind, the brunette felt imagination reverberate through the redhead's consciousness. Eyes flickering red, her mouth feel open: ... Naked and crouched on all fours, she felt the plastic cock pushed between her virgin cheeks, the hard spear stretching her crack wide open. Feeling the massive dildo press against her puckered little hole, she could not speak, frozen in place; the image hazy but unmistakable. Shuddering the brunette gasped, spittle flying from her lips as the enemy agent gripped her waist tightly. Plunging forward, the redhead swung her hips upward. Soft flesh reverberated under the impact, her whole body shunted forward. Overwhelmed, the brunette howled, light and ecstasy pulsing all around her. ... Wanda flinched, gasping in shock and scrabbling away from the redhead as she frantically escaped the spy's thoughts. Falling back against the brickwork, the brunette gaped, eyes wide as the fantasy faded from her mind, hands instinctively grasping her own behind. Natasha chuckled darkly, watching the shocked young woman twitch: "So you saw that huh? Like it??" Leaning back, the Spy seemed at ease in her confinement, opening her thighs and cocking an eyebrow suggestively. Meanwhile her façade of confidence shaken; Wanda twisted the many cheap rings that adorned her fingers. Taking a steadying breath, the girl responded weakly: "You think- think you can shock me??" Natasha frowned: "You're good, but if I were trying to shock you I'd be thinking about this..." The brunette felt the dark thoughts flood over her before she had time to shut them out, the horrors of Natasha Romanoff's past all bombarding her at once. Stumbling forward, Wanda squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her temples; She had to keep the agent's pain out. Reaching for the redhead, she slapped the woman across the face: Natasha reeled sideways, her chains rattling. Shaking short, wavy red hair away from her brow, the ex-agent saw fear in her captive's eyes. Blinking, Natasha came to her senses; She could not let this devolve into a who's more screwed up contest; antagonising a clearly deranged witch might end badly for her. Deciding to be reasonable, Natasha responded: "I'm sorry, that was... unnecessary. But I wanted you to understand; we are the same. I can get you out of here!" The brunette took a deep breath, still flustered by the ex-assassin's projection: "Perhaps we are more alike than I thought..." Wanda mumbled, looking away from her captive. Natasha smiled: This vulnerability could be a critical turning point in their interaction. She could use this! "I hear what you ah thinking Romanoff..." The brunette responded dryly, turning back, her conviction returning, "you are the only prisoner here Spy! And I have my own Ultimatum..." Natasha scowled; it seemed that any clear, focused thoughts she formulated became accessible to the girl before her. By that logic the only way to keep her secrets concealed was not to think of them. To stay calm and distracted: "I won't tell you anything. We both know you've been through a lot kid, but you're no soldier, you're not even a baby monster! Just a scared little girl." Now it was the young woman's turn to smile: "You know nothing of me. You think I have to hit you, to even talk to you, to play my mind games?" Sauntering forward, Wanda moved close to her captive with renewed assurance. Natasha blinked, eyes widening as the girl threw a long, hose-covered leg over the chair; lowering herself into the Spy's lap. The redhead tensed as the psychic planted her body against her own, seemingly getting comfortable: "Sorry nowhere else to sit." The brunette said matter-of-factly, flipping long, loose dark hair over her shoulder: "Since you resist I must go deeper now." Natasha watched suspiciously as the girl slid forward; thighs brushing tantalisingly against the agent's own. Raising her hands, the brunette flexed her palms, black nails gyrating as they hovered just above Natasha's temples. The redhead's mouth fell open as she began to feel movement in her own mind; this was different, the girl was really getting inside now: Feeling this presence grow, Natasha attempted to resist, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head feebly before staring nervously back at the girl once more. Red, glowing Iris' greeted the Agent's befuddled gaze, power emanating from the smaller girl's stare: "What, what are you?..." Natasha felt woozy, the room around them fading into endless black. ... "Welcome to de inside of your head," the girl responded, smiling back at the bewildered redhead: "Kind of empty in here, no?" Natasha looked around them: It was dark but they were bathed in light, it's source seemingly nowhere; or maybe everywhere. Colours twinkled floating in space, close but just out of reach. The redhead sensed they hadn't moved, that they were still somehow in the cell, that she could even see it if she focused hard enough. Natasha frowned; Something told her there was much more to this than she could even comprehend: "I don't know what kind of trick you're playing here, but if I weren't cuffed to this chair-" "You aren't cuffed Romanoff," the girl said lightly, "not if you don't want to be." Natasha pulled at her chains; but they had already gone. "Woah..." Natasha gasped, not sure whether to be anxious or impressed. The girl smiled, stepping backward before turning on a heel; studying the glowing haze all around them: "This is the doorway into your mind, your inner sanctum." "My head... So I can do what I like?" The redhead asked carefully, examining her free hands in the dream space. The foreign girl twisted back around, eyebrow raised: "Yess-" Before the brunette could finish she flinched backwards; Natasha had both sidearms raised, her trusty twin Walthers both aimed at the girl's head: Pulling the triggers, the guns bucked in her hands, the flash of each shot pulsing around her mind's eye. Pulling the triggers over and over, Natasha waited until she heard them finally click, emptied. The wide-eyed brunette stared back at her attacker; alarmed but totally unharmed. Recovering from this shock the Sokovian smiled weakly: "Thinking about hurting me doesn't actually hurt me." "Right, just checking." Natasha replied slowly, considering her next option: "Except... there is that one thing..." The brunette blinked. ... Eyes squeezed tightly shut, dark mascara ran down her cheek, whimpering as the dildo was slowly tugged backward out of her. Struggling to comprehend this bizarre feeling, the girl could only shudder as the tip rubbed her forbidden opening; eyelashes fluttering. Then the redhead powered forward once more, and she gasping, winded as she was stuffed yet again; the huge dildo burrowing deep into her bowels. ... Wanda shook her head, eyes wide and disbelieving: "H-how are you?..." "A doorway into my mind: Wanda Maximoff??" Natasha replied scornfully: "Doors can be passed through in either direction: You screw with me, I screw you." The girl gulped, realizing she had lost the advantage; the prisoner had learnt her name, what else could she uncover? The redhead eyed her smugly: Even trapped inside her own head, she could play the brunette like an open book. Casting around, Wanda realized she could still only access the surface memories. Searching desperately, the girl used the only knowledge she had gathered from the Spy: "You really only think of sex Romanoff!? You are Avenger, this iz your power?" The brunette watched the redhead's smile twitch, she'd hit a nerve. Good. If she were to expose a weakness she would have to go deeper: "You are seductress?" Wanda asked, circling the agent cautiously. Natasha blinked. ... Natalie was at Stark Industries, on her knees; the CEO was calling her false name even as the strawberry blonde's cream ran down her chin. "Seems like she is boss though, no??" Wanda asked chillingly, eying the erotic scene as it unfolded before them. The omnipresent light flickered yet again. ... The Black Widow was on her back, naked, the younger agent slipping her tongue deep between her pussy's delicate folds. The blonde girl was determined, her technique sloppy but insistent; nose buried in her superior's snatch. "Who's pulling your strings Romanoff?" Wanda asked condescendingly: "Or are you just a puppet??" Natasha shook her head angrily: "I'm always in control!" The Witch was getting to her, the light surrounding them flickering more erratically. ... Natasha was in a dojo. Where was she, San Francisco? "Now dis tells me who you really are," the brunette stated smugly. "Wait..." Natasha started, studying their new surroundings more closely: "Oh no..." ... "Try to hit me," the redhead proclaimed simply. She took a loose, playful combat stance, ready for an attack but by no means threatened by the woman that she challenged. "Seriously?" The taller brunette asked, shaking her head; short brown bob dancing around her elfish face, grinning at her sparring partner: "Your sure about this?" Natalia nodded: Spoilt trust fund kid, daughter of a powerful CEO: S.H.I.E.L.D had to keep these mad scientists in check. Unfortunately, Hank Pym was too old for martial arts. Thankfully, Hope Van Dyne was a different story. The young board member began to stretch, inadvertently advertising her toned, athletic, but undeniably feminine frame. Sweating from their already intense workout together, her body glistened; encased in the tight polyester of her workout clothes. The redhead smirked; Hope was a lot more fun than her usual marks. Unpredictable too. But women with Daddy issues were always ultimately the same: so desperate to rebel. That meant no pads; the gloves were off. All Natalia had to do was give the brunette a push, the Russian lilt of her accent punctuating her taunt: "Come on Lady Science, show me what you've got!" Hope grimaced, Natalia was literally asking for it. The brunette lead with a fist that the redhead dodged easily, then an elbow she had to block to avoid. Stepping backward Natalia goaded the aggressive administrator with a naughty grin. Catching Hope's high kick, she suddenly had a realization: her attacker was not as outmatched as she originally thought. Deciding to end this quickly, the agent put the other woman down. Unable to break free, Hope could only gasp as her leg was yanked upward. Balance now way off centre, within a second she had gone from standing to on her back. The annoying trainer leant over the brunette's winded body; smirking. "Well that was easy." Hope growled, taking the bait: Springing off the mat, the brunette flung her hips toward the redhead. Wrapping her legs around the other woman's head the brunette twisted sideways; bringing her opponent crashing down onto the floor with a dull thump. Natalia didn't flinch; a padded surface beat concrete any day. Not letting up, Hope attempted to drag the redhead backward, tough hands tugging at her tight grey leggings. Waiting until she was directly under the brunette, Natalia rolled them both, planting herself on top of her surprised partner. Tightening her abdomen, she pressed against Hope, before gripping her wrists and pinning them against the mat. "Ready to give up yet?" Natalia asked smugly. "Never!" Hope spat, struggling in the other woman's grasp. Natalia held firm, twisting against her captive to alleviate the brunt of her force. Time to have a little fun: "Well since your not giving up and I can't pin you any further, I guess we're stuck together," Natalia joked, eying the other woman playfully, "maybe I should get comfortable..." Leaning into their embrace, the redhead pressed her full breasts against her less well-endowed partner's. Just as quickly, Natasha squeezed her thigh up between the young board member's taught legs. Hope gasped, lashes fluttering, as an insistent knee pressed against her vulnerable core. Watching her partner in astonishment, she felt the redhead begin to gyrate slowly, driving her leg into the brunette's still covered pussy. In-spite of her indignation, Hope couldn't deny the friction was delicious: "Ooooh... that's... Talia, you promised you'd be professional this time." Natasha wanted to roll her eyes but remembered to stay in character; she was supposed to be Natalia Sokonova, horny Russian gymnast, not a manipulative S.H.I.E.L.D agent. Natalia... hardly her most creative alias: "I just thought, even powerful business women need to let off some steam every now and again..." Natalia thrusted her knee into the brunette's core, watching as the woman tensed, eyes wide. The agent was taking an aggressive gamble, launching herself at the woman like this. The brunette's eyes turned angry, even as her lower lip trembled: "What are you doing!? I'm not paying you to, to!.. If I wanted I could- mmmphh!!" Natalia cut Hope of with a surprising kiss. The young board member was immediately muffled as the impertinent redhead captured her face, holding her in a smoldering embrace. Hope's mouth opened in shock and she fell backwards onto the mat. Attempting to complain, her lips unconsciously parted and her opponent's tongue took advantage, slipping inside. Hope balked, tasting the Russian even as her soft lips smeared against her own. The brunette squirmed as the kiss deepened, Natalia leaning in to press their hot, sweat covered torso's together; her trainer's fuller body gliding against her slimmer frame, her red hair drifting past Hope's nose. Turning her head away, Hope gasped, her face flush: "Y-you think you can just-MMmmmgh!" Natalia didn't let up, diving into to kiss the unconvinced woman once more. Sometimes her targets needed... convincing. The brunette's eyes narrowed: Talia wanted a fight? Then she would get one. For the insistent agent the kiss suddenly became interesting; Hope pulling her in and deepening an already intense make out. She had had a feeling the brunette would like it rough, her aggressive tendencies and interest in martial arts a pretty good give away. Still, Natalia was alarmed to find the other woman taking a hold, even mid-kiss! Loosening her grip on the brunette's short bob, the redhead tilted her face further to the left, letting her tongue glide instead of thrust: finally allowing the board member some much needed air. That was when Natalia realized the tide was changing, that she was somehow losing this encounter! That was when Hope struck; sucking Natalia's lower lip, the brunette went from nipping to biting her opponent's succulent flesh. Natalia hissed as Hope's teeth tugged at her plump lower lip, her grip momentarily loosening. Grabbing the redhead's wrist, Hope used all her strength to thrust upward into her trainer. Using momentum and surprise, the brunette dragged Natalia sideways, pressing her face first into the mat and twisting her right arm up into the woman's back. Momentarily flailing, Natalia felt the brunette mount her from behind, twisting her body into the matt: she was trapped. In-spite of herself, the agent was impressed. "Oww..." Natalia said sheepishly, her speech muffled by the padding pressed against her cheek. "Your such a bad girl Talia!" Hope panted victoriously, "You, you thought what? I'd just let you take me?!" The brunette laughed derisively, before using her free arm to check her watch. "Hmmm, I still have time, at least enough to teach you some manners..." Natalia frowned; she knew the brunette was a control freak, that testing her resolve would get a response. Yet in-spite of herself, the redhead felt nervous. "Ohh, this is nice." Hope said calmly, running an appreciative hand up the back of Natasha's leg to squeeze the swell of the agent's posterior. Palming her personal trainer's behind, she tested tense flesh. Natalia bit her lip; at least Hope had taken the bait. In that moment the board member thought of backing down; she had won, this wasn't even necessary, or even appropriate! But the brunette couldn't forget the redhead's conduct, her nerve. It was the principle! And for all her agitation, she had enjoyed the girl's advances, even if they weren't on her terms. "Well since you were so keen, allow me to respond in kind..." the brunette stated coldly. Using a knee to keep pressure on the small of the redhead's back, the young board member gripped the hem of Natalia's grey athletic tights. The brunette paused, shaking her bob as she focused, short dark hair swishing from side to side. Tugging and stretching the tight fabric down around the girl's hip, she was pleased to see Natalia had worn no knickers under her compression clothes. Intentionally dragging a knuckle against her trainer's sex as she probed, Hope elicited a sharp intake of breath from the redhead and smiled dangerously; she still wanted this. Wriggling, Natalia felt the hand move around her waist as the tight fabric slipped over her ass and down her pale thighs in one swift motion. The taught material tangled around her knees, further binding the helpless agent. Hope's breath caught in her throat; there it was, Talia's shapely ass, tantalizingly raised and ready for punishment. It was now or never... SMACK! Natasha heard the slap before she felt the pain in her right buttock, a stinging sensation she was not expecting. This quickly turned to uncomfortable warmth, the soreness focused around the area of impact. The redhead blinked; she knew the brunette like it rough, but had never considered this outcome when she started their foreplay. This was, humiliating. Attempting to break free, Natalia struggled against the mat. But before she could get away Hope rested her weight on the agent's back, pressing her down. "Talia stay still!" Hope commanded firmly. The agent relented, biting her lip once more. She was a superior fighter, a seasoned spy. But that was not her role here. Her seduction had failed and this was her only back up strategy. Surreptitiously lifting her free hand to her sore cheek, Natalia attempted to rub her pale flesh. Before she could however, Hope slapped her fingers away, refusing the agent any relief. And so Natalia shrugged the blow off, remembering she was an ex-soviet assassin, a veteran S.H.I.E.L.D agent; she could handle this. "That the best you can do?" Natalia asked weakly, brushing wavy red hair from her eyes. Hope scowled, raising her hand once more. The second swat fell harder against Natalia's cheeks, landing with a shallow thwack. Before she had a chance to react however, the same palm came down again. Pain reverberated through the agent's ass, spreading like wildfire. The redhead winced, squeezing her eyes shut. Two more blows, as hard as the first, landed in quick succession. This time Natalia did gasp; pain flaring across her backside, lower lip wobbling. She wanted to resist, to throw the brunette off. But something held her back. Feeling trapped, Natasha held her breath, waiting for the next blow. Hope rested her hand on Natalia's behind, gently massaging the reddened flesh even as she applied pressure over the tender area. "Has the bad girl learnt her lesson?" Hope said breathily, still tired from all this exertion: "Enjoying being spanked by your superior?" Natalia shuddered minutely as the hand that caressed her behind pinched a sore cheek. Embarrassed, she attempted to hide beneath the red curls that slipped down over her face. At that moment Natasha hated herself, her job, all which lead her here. When she came to S.H.I.E.L.D she thought she would be making a difference, cleaning up her ledger. Instead Maria had her servicing wealthy Daddy's pets, using her body and soul to manipulate and deceive. The redhead blinked back tears; she deserved this. The next smack came as a surprise, Natalia having become accustomed to Hope's condescending caress. Caught out the redhead yelped: "AHHH-Okay!" Natalia croaked: "If you let me go I'll do whatever you want, alright?!" "Really?" Hope responded deviously. Reaching between the redhead's thighs, the young board member cupped her trainer's hot wet pussy: "Cos you seem to be getting all the benefits..." Natalia swallowed nervously; surely this couldn't get any worse? The glowing heat emanating from her cheeks now also resided in her core, leaving the agent worked up and flustered. Hope was clearly keen to see this through, in-spite of her prey's reluctance. Natalia knew the protocol; give the mark what they want and they'll be inclined to do likewise. So the redhead tensed her long legs, bracing herself whilst trying to maintain a modicum of self-respect. Smack, SMACK, SMACK!! This time there was no warning, no holding back as Hope released her pent up frustration. Natalia stifled a cry, biting a knuckle as the accumulated pain became beyond uncomfortable, her eyes watering. The slaps the Russian felt were sharper, merciless, while that heat spread further, a primal part of both woman's psyche's unleashed. Soon the blows started to fall like rain, one after another after another. Each time the shock reverberated through the redhead's body, arched back aching, ass cheeks on fire. "You let her win?" Wanda asked in astonishment, watching the sordid event unfold: "Dat is your role in de Avenger's?" Natasha watched herself being spanked as if in a haze, the out of body experience making her feel woozy. "It was the right play, she invited me in to PYM Tech that night..." "And there she had you again and again" the brunette replied smugly. "Ahhh... AHHH... AHHHHH!!" the past Natasha screeched, wide eyes tearing up. Finally the redhead could take no more: "Ohhh!! Hhhhope!!" ... "You like it don't you?" Wanda asked surreptitiously as the memory faded, "the submission..." "Of course not." Natasha replied bitterly. The redhead did a double take, snapping out of her lust filled haze with a start as she suddenly realizing how far she had gone, having lost her grip on reality: "I do whatever it takes. That's it." "No..." Wanda responded ponderously, circling the wary ex-agent: "S.H.I.E.L.D takes ordinary people and forms them into assets: The Hulk smashes, the Iron man flies... and you let them all dominate you." Blinking hard, Natasha tried to detach herself. It was difficult; this was her head after all. Her memories, her own actions; all used against her. "Enough." Natasha said flatly, "stop this now." "Why?" Wanda asked, her Sokovian tone almost teasing: "Is the Black Widow uncomfortable when she is truly naked??" "I said enough!" Natasha bit back her temper, but the anger was boiling over. She was being probed, manipulated, the brunette using her the one thing she knew of her; sex, to delve deeper into her mind. Natasha knew she had to resist, but for once, all her combative skill meant nothing. Still, it helped with the frustration: Reaching for her sidearm the redhead froze once again; her guns were gone; her stealth suit too: Natasha was literally naked. The foreign girl smirked; smoky eyes drinking the agent in, gaze travelling down the redhead's midriff as she moved cautiously closer to the beautiful Spy. Wanda tried to stay calm; or the Agent would know she was well out of her element. Nevertheless staring at the woman's body came so easily, her perfect form almost glowing in the throbbing light that surrounded them both: Romanoff was curvaceous, her magnificent breasts rising and falling as the surprised redhead realised how out of her control this situation truly was. While her stance suggested agitation, the agent did nothing to cover her modesty; clearly used to being ogled in this manner. Wanda tried to blink, eyes wide: perhaps disrobing the redhead had backfired: "In the end, this body is all you have..." Wanda whispered, still engrossed by Natasha's curves, eyes anywhere but the redhead's own. Hands unconsciously rising, her palms hovered over the ex-agent's magnificent bust, flexing as if magnetized to the older woman's flesh. Natasha saw that lustful gaze: for all her supposed omnipotence, her interrogator was still just a kid. She could use that: "And you're so different?" Wanda gasped: her own clothing disappearing. Recoiling, the brunette attempted to cover herself, now only clad in skimpy underwear. "Huh, guess you've got more to hide than me?" Natasha said slowly, reaching forward and twanging the girl's lavender bra strap. The brunette balked, her rags replaced with revealing lingerie. She felt violated, the redhead able to see so much of her skin, new brassiere and heels emphasising curves she had meant to hide. Even her hair had changed, her dark, lank locks now wavy and quaffed. Looking up from her transformed clothing, Wanda spoke through gritted teeth: "You put me in dis, dis ridiculous outfit?" "I have an active imagination... besides you look, cute," The redhead purred in response. Natasha, to her shame, was enjoying the girl's new attire. Perhaps it was wrong to sexualize a peasant, almost 10 years younger than herself. But she had to admit, the waifish brunette was appealingly pert. "You want me?" The girl asked disgustedly. "I want you out of my head, I want out of this cell. So yes, I want you..." Natasha replied, her tone becoming darkening: "But if we're talking about my screwed up head, versus your screwed up head..." Natasha sauntered forward, till the women were practically nose-to-nose: "...yours is going to lose." Wanda snapped, grabbing the irritating spy by the scalp, long finger's tangling in wavy red locks; frustrated by her tenacious prey: "What eez wrong with you?! Silence you mewling- mmpphh! Unnghh!" Natasha rolled her eyes, slipping free of the brunette's grip with ease and diving forward; cutting the young girl of as she captured her soft lips in a bruising kissing. "Unngh!" was all Wanda could get out as her mouth was invaded by another woman's tongue for the first time; slipping easily to the back of her throat. The Witch wanted to resist but at the same time realized this was a fantasy, a trick of two minds combined. Nothing more. She could use this, assert dominance and find a way to crack the devious redhead. So instead Wanda pushed back against the invading tongue; hoping to gain some control. Natasha leant into their embrace, tipping back the brunette's head as she deepened their kiss. Lips smearing together, the ex-agent was impressed by the girl's insistence, if not by her sloppy technique. The Sokovian was inexperienced and aggressive. Yet both women were shocked by the pleasure they derived from the kiss, which despite being hard, was also soft and inviting. Wanda tangled her tongue with Natasha's desperately, leaping at any chance to assert dominance; one she could not afford to miss. But unlike the spy she was overwhelmed, becoming lost in sensation, oblivious to the strobing light and deep purple mist that swirled around them. Hands at first falling loose at her sides, they soon drifted to the redhead's waist, beginning to wander. Pushing her own tongue into Natasha's mouth, she licked lips and teeth alike with increasing earnest. This left Wanda vulnerable, distracted and barely registering what the redhead was doing with the rest of her body. Natasha used the purchase her hand's had on girl's butt too grind her clad pussy up and down on an own outstretched thigh. Over and over the naïve Sorkovian rode a confident limb, her steely guard failing. Increasing the pressure gradually, Natasha lifted her free hand to the brunette's breast, gripping a cup firmly. Massaging the pert globe, the ex- agent slipped her hand arounf the girl's back; flicking open the clasp as she went. Almost unaware of her actions, the brunette allowed the bra to fall from her chest; the Spy's fingers reaching for an increasingly hard nipple. Wanda gasped, open-mouthed, as the redhead tweaked her straining flesh, squeezing her eyes shut as the more experienced lover plucked at a vulnerable peak. Suppressing a squeal, she held her ground admirably, even as she was attacked on multiple fronts: Soon however, the light around them turned red hot. For what felt like an eternity
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the women tangled together, bodies and minds as one. Wanda waivered back and forth, enraptured moans escaping helpless lips. Both frantically worked against each other, each trying to assert control. Natasha knew it was only a matter of time till she broke the young brunette. Hormones control the body, the rational mind. She could still reach her ultimatum. Eventually Wanda found herself attempting to push Natasha away, even while furiously aroused: "You k-know, none of this is real, that, that you are still a puppet, doing.. doing dare- their bidding. Her bidding..." Quickly recovering her breath, Natasha licked her lips determinedly: Launching herself forward, the two women fell, entangled, onto a luxurious red bed. Surprised, the brunette barely comprehended the change in their surroundings before the redhead was on her; straddling the nervous witch. When she replied her tone was victorious: "Mmmm... Feels real enough to me..." Butterfly kissing down the nape of the girl's neck, Natasha made short work of the quivering Sorkovian, licking and kissing her collarbone before descending onto her chest. Conflicted, Wanda flexed her lithe frame against the glorious royal bed; she'd never slept in a place so soft, been wrapped in sheets so fine. The witch cursed herself; this was a fantasy, a mirage she'd helped create, a method to ensnare the enemy Avenger. Her fingers curled into the silk sheets, and the brunette sighed desperately. She could play along with this little fantasy... couldn't she? Natasha's hand slipped tantalisingly down the girl's exposed stomach, trailing over skimpy lavender underwear: close to her needy core. Tugging the frilly fabric down, the redhead observed a neat patch of hair before descending into obvious wetness. The Sokovian gulped; eyelids fluttering open as long digits spread her vulnerable flower, straining against the other woman as her body was easily manipulated. "So tell me, assuming I can convince you I'm worth saving, how would we get out of here?" Wanda looked down at the redhead incredulously: "W-what?" the witch murmured; attempting to gather her wits even as the redhead slipped a long finger into her pussy. "I know we're in my head, that's a given. I'm talking out of this cell..." "Uunggh!" the brunette gasped in frustration, brow knitting as the Spy stimulated her pleasure centres cruelly. Brushing her thighs together, Wanda attempted to relieve her ecstasy to no avail, the redhead easily stirring the girl towards orgasm with a flick to her clit. Then tickling her pussy lips with practiced effectiveness, Natasha played with her prey, forcing the witch to shudder and twist in her grip. "Y-you are... devious Romanoff," Wanda moaned in reply, eyes rolling as the redhead brushed her G-spot once more. The Sokovian bit her lip, struggling to come up with an answer as the redhead sent sparks of pleasure up through her belly, a second digit slipping between her delicate folds. She elected to respond simply: " Ahh ugh! Never! I will Never help you!" Natasha leant over the shaking brunette, slipping a hand beneath the girl's head. Reaching down, Natasha firmly separated the girl's legs. Licking her own fingers she ran them up and down the blonde's pussy; forcing a hiss from the shuddering girl: "We'll see," Natasha said, gazing down into desperate green eyes. Drifting up the girl's body, Natasha crawled forward until she was straddling the girl's chest, the redhead looking down at a nervous face. Wary of movement, Wanda discovered she had been effectively pinned against the pillows by tensed thighs, how close she now was to the redhead's core: "You, you are not serious?!" the brunette spat, her hands shooting up to the ex-agent's legs, attempting to hold the woman back. "I just thought, since this is my fantasy..." Natasha purred, enjoying the sense of control she had gained from the girl. The brunette wriggled between her legs, dark rimmed eyes wide and nervous. The Spy grinned, reaching down to grasp her captive's hands, still tightly gripping her parted thighs, before combing her fingers through that dark luxurious hair, mocking the other girl: "Just go with it..." "I am in control here!" The witch shrieked unconvincingly, struggling even as the woman's pussy down to meet her: In-spite of her anger, Wanda was captivated by the sight of Natasha's womanhood. She had never looked at one before. It was pretty... like a flower. However, the brunette had her lips tightly shut as they were pressed into the redhead's core, the girl fearing what would happen to her if she had a taste of the sweet smelling nectar within. "I will have them torture you for this! I will make your nightmares real, I'll -mmmggh Unnngh!" Natasha, realizing their conversation was going nowhere fast, responded by applying more of her own body weight, settling down onto the witch's pretty face and stifling the raging witch: "Figured that would shut you up," the redhead said triumphantly; as she rode the brunette's face Wanda whimpered in frustration, now struggling to breathe. Closing her eyes she opened her mouth and attempted to yell, her voice lost in the redhead's womanhood, her tongue accidentally licking pussy for the very first time; the soft pink implement swiping over wet folds. The taste took the Sokovian by surprise; how could this creature taste so... good? Cautiously she stuck out her tongue again, licking the redhead once more. Warm syrupy sweetness dribbled down over her extended tongue. Trying to stay calm, the brunette considered her options, attempting to rationalise her submission: It wasn't real; she constructed this place in the woman's subconscious, bound by her sense of reality! Nothing that happened here counted. So, beginning to surreptitiously lap at the Spy's core, Wanda played along, unaware of increasing appetite. Soon she was lost in the woman's delicious peach; now pulsing against her mouth. Natasha ran a hand through her own wavy red hair, feeling a rush of ecstasy as her body got some much needed relief; It felt good to have someone between her legs again, much better than being tied to a chair. Looking down, she could see the witch's dark tendrils of hair spilling out over the pillow. Natasha stroked it back condescendingly, hoping to give the Sokovian more encouragement while she ate her out. The girl's tongue made clumsy and inexperienced progress, attempting to unlock the woman she had been sent to break down. "That's it girl, now who's boss?" Natasha asked shakily, gasping for air, " Ohh yessss... Good girrrl!" The redhead rolled against plump lips, her own eyes rolling as the brunette responded in earnest. "AHHHH!!" Natasha screamed as, without warning, the brunette begun swirling and pistoning her tongue; possessed by the task itself. The brunette had talent, a delicacy and dexterity that must come with the power that seemed to seep from this girl. Natasha closed her eyes, trying to think; she was only in control as long as she could keep her consumed. With every second that became harder. Struggling to retain her composure Natasha let out a guttural groan, her taught torso beginning to twist and flex in correspondence with the brunette's stellar efforts. Breathing hard, the ex-agent looked down once more. The brunette seemed shocked at her own conduct, disgusted and proud of herself all at the same time; even attempting to arch her back to gain greater access. Unfortunately for Wanda, this only meant more of her puffing mouth was engulfed in pussy. The witch shook her head, screaming into the Spy's nethers as the petulant redhead rode her face. Gripping the brunette's hair, Natasha pulled her nose deep into her folds, beginning to grind against the girl greedily. Wanda shuddered, struggling to breath and bucking under the larger woman's full weight. Losing herself, the redhead jerked against her face faster, thighs tightening around her head as powerful warmth spreading through her loins. Throwing her head back, Natasha fully indulged her urges as she fucked the Scarlet Witch. Wanda gasped, closing her mouth as warm, wet juice spread over her lips, cheeks, nose and eyebrows. Aware that this allowed the Spy to move even faster, the wet squish simply lubricating her face, all the girl could do was shudder like a rag doll, whimpering as her skin was covered with warm sticky cream. The Sokovian grimaced, the humiliation making her growl uncontrollably. Close to a major climax, Natasha's body tensed up uncontrollably. Leaning back on her haunches and pressing against Wanda's face, the redhead swept back her wavy hair, staring up at the infinite, pulsing blackness above them. "MMMNGGHH!!" Wanda cried uselessly; suffocated by the horny Spy, twisting her lithe body uselessly in place and gripping the ample butt above her chin, digging black nails into porcelain skin. Clinging onto the writhing girl below her; Natasha rode the witch like a bucking stead between her legs. Soon however, the stimulation was simply too much. "awwWWW!! MMmmmm, UNNGH!!" Natasha yelled, her body giving way: "How dare- Unnnnghhh! Wanda attempted to snarl, before the woman's orgasm burst onto her face, closing her mouth just in time to avoid swallowing any of her Spy's hot cum. "Yesss..." Natasha moaned as she doused the brunette in cream, dripping all over her pretty face, mingling with hair and stinging green eyes. For several minutes the redhead just sat, her body taught, waiting for the humiliated the brunette to go limp. Needing to breathe, Wanda opened her mouth gingerly; inadvertently allowing the cream to run down to the back of her throat. Caught off guard, the brunette choked and reflexively; hot liquid gurgling down her throat. The brunette clapped her mouth shut, going into wide-eyed shock as she realized what she had done. Stumbling backward onto the tangled bedspread, Natasha took a moment to catch her breath. Rolling over, the redhead stretched like a satisfied cat. Eying the mortified brunette, Natasha smirked, almost feeling sorry for the sticky girl. She'd done well for a first timer. Then again, did it count under these circumstances? Knowing she must look a complete state, Wanda gingerly wiped the cream from her eyelids. She felt dirty. Her hair was now greasier than ever; knotted with sweat and pussy juice. Her eyes, normally calm and striking, were wide and shocked, her mascara smeared down her across her temples. And she was horny; oh desperately, hungrily horny. That fact was not comforting; Wanda not sure she could even live with the shame of letting a sworn enemy orgasm into her mouth. The brunette did not need to be a mind reader to tell that the spy was taking great pleasure in her latest humiliation. That she was now in a line up of countless other women the redhead had fucked made the Witch feel like a whore. In that moment, that horribly undignified moment, Wanda realised that's exactly what she had become. In her desire for control she had become blind to the fact she was prostituting herself. Literally exchanging sex, every fibre of her being for the chance to know this woman's mind. And that was when she discovered, suddenly, that she did. Natasha crept closer to the stunned girl, feeling in control: "Now, what were we talking about before I cut you off?" "Wanda shook her head like a petulant child, still staring upward: "I will not tell you how to get away..." "Not even If I'm really, really nice?" the redhead asked playfully, resting a hand on the girl's thigh. "I am not one of your tramps!" the brunette replied bitterly, turning to meet the Spy's eyes: "Kiss. My. Ass!" Wanda turned away; she didn't want to look at the woman anymore. Unperturbed, the Spy maneuvered behind her, the brunette grunting; raised grudgingly into a position on her front, forgotten panties tangling between outstretched thighs. The Sokovian barely blinked; she didn't think anything could embarrass her anymore. That was when Wanda felt hot breath on her vulnerable behind. Natasha let her hand rest on one of the girl's pert cheek to relay her intentions. When the brunette didn't respond, she slowly pulled the witch's succulent globes apart. The redhead knew she was exposing herself here, acting almost subservient. This was the bluff, signaling to girl that she was willing to be vulnerable, that they were the same even as she gained more control. She had to mislead the Witch; make her pliable and willing. Build her up again before she broke Wanda completely. After what Natasha had planned, the brunette would be willing to do anything. All she had to do was suffer a little indignity: Natasha pursed her full lips, staring at the girl's quivering pucker as it expanded and contracted before her. Feeling bold, Natasha licked along the length of the girl's crack, feeling the hollow of the Witch's anus as her tongue rolled over it. Not slipping inside, she leant forward and placed a gentle kiss on the delicate flesh. Going further, she licked slowly all around the rim of the brunette's asshole. Wanda's eyes widened. Surely the Avenger couldn't be this depraved? The first flick of Romanoff's expert tongue let the brunette know, the girl releasing a guttural groan. Twisting her head, the Sokovian could just make out red hair above the twin mounds of her behind. Unable to speak through this bizarre new sensation, the inexperienced brunette simply whimpered. Natasha held her breath, tasting the little witch cautiously. To her relief, the brunette was fresh, unbelievably so; tasting tart and earthy. The girl's hot sphincter was deliciously tight, her warm insides hugging the redhead's tongue with each penetration. Snaking the muscle in an out of the witch caused the young girl to twitch and moan with each escape. Natasha let her resting hand squeeze a pale cheek while continuing to surreptitiously pleasure the Sokovian. Enjoying the delicious jiggle of the girl's flesh for a moment, the redhead focused on the task at hand. Keeping her cheeks spread with her palms, Natasha placed her thumbs on either side of the girl's asshole and opened it gently, just enough to expose the tender, pink interior. Becoming more invasive she licked firmly, then pushing the tip of her tongue into the entrance, Natasha slipped into the brunette's butthole. Using her tongue to penetrate Wanda, the ex-agent tried not to think to hard about what she was doing, maintaining the same pace while switching up her style; determined to extract an orgasm from the astonished brunette. Purple light twinkling in the Sokovian's eyes, the girl shuddered as the wet instrument twirled in her forbidden passage. Starting as a wet tickle, the brunette could only snort and shake as the tongue found nerves she didn't even know she had, her whole body tightening with each pulse from the Spy's mouth. Wanda held on, eyes watering as the redhead's lips sealed around her pucker, Natasha's hot breath rushing into her exposed colon. These new sensations, combined with Natasha's vigorous efforts, lead to an almost unexpected orgasm. Gasping, Wanda fell forward, burying her face in the nearest pillow as her body was suddenly claimed. Shuddering in place, the girl quivered as the redhead licked her behind, amazed by this turn of events. But the depraved Spy didn't let up: "Grom te Spalio!" Wanda screamed in Sokovian, lurching forward once more as her body vibrated with each wave of pleasure that exploded from her nethers. Lost in bliss, the brunette practically went fetal, long dark hair spilling over her blushing face. Natasha knew the girl was ready; her body open and exposed before her. Now if this truly was her mind, and the girl was distracted, then she should have exactly what she wanted. When the redhead looked down she immediately got just that. ... Tied tightly around her hips had appeared a dildo larger than any she had used before. Natasha didn't question how it had gotten there, the redhead smiling; this was her unconscious mind, anything could happen here. Testing the erect cock, Natasha ensured the little witch was still doubled over, oblivious to her new appendage; this would be the final stage of her submission. Just as Agent Hill had once re-made her, the ex-agent would take her anal virginity, her last sanctum of dignity. After that her cause wouldn't matter; Maximoff would be hers to use. Peeling apart fuller butt cheeks, the redhead then pushed the girl's legs open with her knees, before lining up her hips. Feeling the body sway, she held the brunette still, before pressing forward. Natasha savoured the moment of taking anal virginity; the head of her strap on slowly stretching the woman's butthole wide until it slid inside, popping her cherry. The second she took her ass the brunette cried out in pain, gripping the bed sheets and tensing up so tight Natasha was surprised the dildo didn't shatter. More aroused than ever, the redhead slipped another inch inside. Repeating this short routine, the ex-agent slowly delved into the brunette's rectum, until Natasha was about halfway in. Beginning to flex her muscles, Natasha skillfully dove in and out of the Sokovian's tight orifice. Not waiting until the pain died down, Natasha smiled when the brunette's growls of discomfort quickly dissolved into grunts of strained pleasure: the woman unknowingly defeated. Unfortunately for the brunette, this was incredibly arousing for Natasha, and instead of backing off as she should have the ex-agent took deeper strokes into her tight rosebud; allowing the sheer girth of her tool to do all the work. Natasha was happy to give the ass a hard pounding, but was surprised by how quiet and compliant the Witch had become, a far cry from the fiery brunette she had first encountered. But for this to be over, the Sokovian had to acknowledge this. Permission was essential in control; otherwise later the girl wouldn't do as she was told. When she finally gave in however, it was nothing like Natasha expected. The Witch didn't say anything as she was slowly pounded, still bent over, the only sign of life her raised her ass; pushing back against the redhead's thrusts. For the ex-agent it was a sign; this woman wanted her ass fucked, she wanted to test her moral, physical and emotional limits. "You like it don't you?" Natasha asked, sweat running down her brow as she continued her anal exertion, pistoning her hips in and out of her charge at a steady pace. There was no response. "You want more?!" the redhead asked condescendingly. Still no response. "Well if you want more, you're going to have to ask for it!" Natasha said patiently. Natasha was surprised the girl was still holding out; it would be impressive if it weren't so frustrating. Pushing half her dildo in and out of the Witch's ass, she pulled fully back until the head almost came out and then shoved back in, never adding more inches or increasing the pace, slowly sodomising the stubborn Sokovian. "More." It was muffled because her face was buried in the sheets, but the girl sounded somehow different, less foreign, more commanding. "More." Again it was muffled because her face was still buried in the sheets, but the voice felt... different. "Sorry, what?" Natasha said more uncertainly, leaning over her charge. There was a moment's pause and then the brunette lifted her head, twisting to face the redhead. Maria Hill glared back at her: "MORREEE!" the brunette screamed, eyes red and glowing. Natasha blanched scrambling backward and falling into Wanda's waiting arms. Holding the redhead close to her breast, the brunette leant over the frightened Spy's shoulder, whispering into her ear: "I can play mind games too." Natasha struggled in the girl's grip, feeling feint; what just happened!? Twisting to face the Sokovian, she eyed the girl fearfully: "I can't control dreams..." the Witch said simply, "but nightmares..." Natasha's head was swimming, the light around them wavy, distorted. Falling forward, the redhead met the bed where her former boss had been, feeling nauseous and disorientated. The girl had tricked her, exposed her! "All that strength, that confidence. Its an act!" Wanda said smugly: " She broke you didn't she?" Natasha whimpered, foreign hands gripping her meaty cheeks, sharp nails digging into her flesh. Tugging her hips backward with impressive force, the redhead could only gasp as her asshole was impaled on the dildo without warning; the witch making no attempt to be gentle. The ex-agent tore at the sheets, eyes bulging as the brunette sank several inches of the dildo into her back door. Even by Maria standards, this was rough; no preparation, just determination as her body was forced to swallow several inches of hard plastic cock. Natasha kept breathing, ragged uneven gulps of air, remembering her strategy for this kind of assault. Still it had been a while and the girl's technique left little time for adjustment; stuffing the redhead like a Christmas goose. Wanda didn't hesitate; not any more. Not when she was beating this agent. All this time she had been waiting. Waiting for the famous manipulator to reveal her strategy. Then it had been simple to turn it on her. Somehow the redhead hadn't seen it coming; apparently the little girl act working on even the most hardened female assassin's. Now however, was not a time for doubt, the brunette could show no mercy. Wanda had to keep pressing, only stopping when her hips banged against the Spy's dildo stuffed cheeks; 12 inches now all the way inside her full ass. Natasha didn't realise the full magnitude of the moment until the girl's thighs slapped against her behind, sending shockwaves through her core: she was being butt fucked by a 23 year old girl! In that moment the former S.H.I.E.L.D agent lost any semblance of assurance, the walls in her mind crumbling away. The Sokovian was right. All her training, all of her intentions meant nothing. And her body and mind were now forfeit. Wanda took a few moments to let the realisation sink in, all the while stretching the deepest part of the Spy' bowels. The Witch's expanded ego made her want to bask in the glory of the sight before her; the Black Widow on her hands and knees; 12 inches of cock buried in her vulnerable ass. She had done it! And now Wanda was on the path to what she had been aiming for since her family was torn apart years ago. Now she could begin her revenge on the Avengers. As much as Wanda enjoyed her first moment of being deep in Natasha's behind, she was unashamedly too horny to wait around and it wasn't long before she gripped the redhead's waist and slowly removed the phallus from her rear. Natasha let out a relieved moan, having held her breath for what fell like forever; taking her treatment like a good soldier, attempting to stay relaxed as the brunette slowly pulled out her dildo, the head now only stretching her anal ring. Then the Witch slowly pushed all the way back in; until every inch was back up the Spy's butt. Wanda was entranced by the sight of Natasha's asshole stretching around her cock, the long, thick dildo strapped around her waist sliding in and out of the redhead's backdoor, the Spy moaning at almost every movement of her strap on as it moved through the redhead's ass. Wanda knew everything now, the redhead's sordid sexual history becoming clearer to the girl with every passing second as she unlocked the Spy's brain. Agent Romanoff could take a pounding like no other woman she had ever met, all for an agency that no longer even existed, for a woman that didn't care: Tonight would be no exception. Twisting and rolling her hips, the brunette frowned, determinedly accessing every crevice of the Spy's rectum to ensure she was nice and pliable. Natasha groaned and shuddered, eyelids flickering with every move. Hanging on as long as she could, the redhead clung onto her misplaced idea of modesty before inevitably giving in: "Pleassseee..." the ex-agent rasped. "What's that Spy?" the Witch replied coldly, "Please, more??" Wanda was struggling to stay focused on the illusion, just stretching the redhead with wide rotations of her hips instead of fulfilling her ultimatum and pumping the strength from her charge. Natasha gritted her teeth, her resolve spiraling with every twist of her hips: "Please! Maximoff!! Just get it over with!!" The Spy's words were hesitant but good enough for the Victorious Witch. Digging her fingers even more tightly into the redhead's hips she began to piston forward. Feeling her restraint slip away, the brunette mocked Natasha even as she brutally pumped into her behind: "Take it Spy! Take it all! I am in your head! I see everything you are!" Wanda paused for breath, flinging back her hair and thrusting forward with gusto. Natasha hissed, tearing at the sheets: " And you are sooo fucking small!" The sound of Wanda's thighs smacking against Natasha's butt cheeks echoed around the redhead's burning mind, the witch using every ounce of unconscious strength to slam through the Spy's back door, strap-on between her legs thundering in and out of her ass; hammering the depths of Natasha's bowels as she began to cry out hysterically. Pain and pleasure burning into one, the ex-agent pumped her behind back at the Sokovian, skewering her own rectum on the vicious strap-on. Devolving into pure lust drove the Witch berserk. Somehow finding a way to slam fuck the Spy's ass even harder than before, Natasha somehow found a way to match her speed and power. Soon the sodomy became so violent and vicious Wanda knew that the woman would be ruined, left stretched out, gaping and useless if this weren't just a nightmare. The brunette knew on some level Natasha wanted that. To be unable to continue: to leave Avenging literally behind. The redhead was already damaged, searching for redemption. She wouldn't find it here. Natasha needed to cum, badly, her whole frame shaking with each penetration. Part of her knew this girl couldn't be this strong; that she was in an illusion. But it didn't matter: pleasure was pleasure. The redhead winced as her breasts jiggled under another forced penetration: And Pain was Pain. Wanda's stamina was impressive but neither could hold out indefinitely. Natasha's head was unraveling all around them and with every stroke of the Witch's hips the redhead lost her mind. Loving her victory, Wanda wanted to keep going, but knew the redhead couldn't take much more; the last thing she needed was for her head to turn to mush. Luckily for Wanda just as she thought she would have to give in Natasha beat her to it; screaming at the top of her lungs and shaking in ecstacy. Orgasmic pleasure permeated ever fibre of the Spy's being. Still merged with her mind, the brunette struggled to deal with the onslaught; feeling waves of hormonal joy rack her own system. Natasha went crazy; slamming her ass back at the girl even harder than before, as if attempting to transfer the orgasm to the brunette. Matching her stroke for stroke, Wanda held on for dear life. With the world pulsating, the Witch went over the edge for what felt like the millionth time, only this time she didn't stop herself; instead crashing over the precipice and absorbing a monster climax. It was hard, unquenchable, maddening sex, Despite it's power she continued at the same brutal pace, slamming the Spy's ass through multiple climaxes until she reached her limit. Exhaustion setting in, it felt like forever until finally they came to a stop, the world darkening around them. Natasha collapsed forward, oblivious to everything. Taking a breath, Wanda slowly pulled out, watching as her dildo slid out of Natasha's asshole, the head coming free with a pop. A dangerous smile crossed the Witch's face as she studied the depths of the Spy's dark and swollen crater. Knowing she has found the chink in the Avenger's armour, the girl didn't hesitate, even as the space around them dissolved away. Bracing herself, Wanda dove into forward into the other woman's subconscious. ... The Witch awoke with a start, the dim light of the cell burning back into her peripheral vision. Unable to breath, it took the brunette a second to realize her mouth was latched onto her captive's. Green eyes becoming wide, she broke free; their open mouth's peeling apart. That had gotten intense fast. How long had she been in the Spy's lap? Seconds? Minutes?? Hours??? Clearing her throat, the brunette wiped her sore lips with the back of her hand, before turning back to observe her prisoner. The redhead quivered, still chained to the seat. The woman's brow furrowed; exhaling shakily. "Romanoff?" the Witch asked expectantly. The ex-agent's eyes crept open; her Iris' glowing a deep red. Wanda smiled: she had what she needed. Stroking wavy red locks behind an ear, the brunette leant in and whispered into the Spy's ear: "You don't know me, or what you told me, or even dis place, only... ecstacy." The redhead shuddered, chains rattling, even as she slowly nodded. Wanda sat back, satisfied the pleasure would overwhelm the redhead's short- term memory: The Spy was a puppet now. Standing up the girl wobbled and her eyes widened; feeling cream run down her leg. In-spite of her best efforts the brunette had allowed the redhead access to her own pleasure centres. The woman was tenacious; she would be back. Whether Romanoff recognized her would be hard to predict. In future Wanda would have to make sure the redhead was properly distracted. It wouldn't matter, Wanda was determined, the Avengers could come for HYDRA, she and Pietro would find another way. This was her real ultimatum: The age of spies was over, the age of miracles had begun.
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**Balcony Of A Beach House At Sunset** Setting: A beach house, on a white sand beach, the balcony, terracotta tile flooring, while wooden railing, the top of palm trees reaching to the balcony. The horizon filled with sky, waves crashing on the beach. The sun setting in the horizon, filling the sky with streaks of Indian red. We are sitting in white upholstered lawn chairs, enjoying the sun set, listening to the waves crashing on the sad, and the gently breeze blowing through the palms, the chirp of the seagulls in the sky. You have a white summer dress on, the top is quasi transparent, I have white shorts on, no top. Sitting there with you in my arms, legs on either side of the chair, you sitting back towards me snug against me. My arms around your waist, your hair put up on your head in a ponytail, I am kissing your neck gently my lips nibbling at your soft flawless skin, your hair gently brushing in my face pushed by the gentle breeze. My hands move up, cupping your breasts, you move your hands above your head and put them behind my head to draw me in close and tighter. I gently bite you, whispering sweet nothings in your ears at regular intervals. My hands pinch your nipples, rolling them in between my fingers feeing you quiver in my arms, I continue sucking lightly on your neck. I get up and stand next to you admiring you, you see the bulge in my shorts, you scoot back in the chair, and pull up your dress, above your knees, I can see your dark areolas through the fabric of the dress. I get in between your legs, your bare pussy illuminated by the sunset in the background looks very delightful, I rub my hand on it, and rub your clit in circles with my finger, I lean in removing my hands and spreading your lips with mine, your clit finding its way into my mouth, I suck on it, gently massaging it with my tongue, circling it as well. I suck on it gently. You moan and dig your nails in the fabric of the lawn chair, I carry on my nodding of my head in your crotch, your sweet juices invading my mouth, your moans getting louder and louder. I insert a finger in you, start pumping it feverishly, licking around your hole and your clit with my tongue, savoring your lips and your sweet nectar. My finger continuing its motion, in and out and in again, your hot juices coating it and easing its slide into you, you moan and put one hand on your breast, kneading it, pinching your nipple, closing your eyes, moaning in ecstasy, you are feeling your first orgasm approaching in your pussy, you start convulsing, your pussy tightening around my fingers, you tell me you are about to cum, as you start releasing your juices on my fingers, shivering and shaking. I take my fingers out of your pussy and lick them dry. I get up and remove my shorts, you tell me you want to 69 me, I get on top of you my hips hovering your head, you take my penis in your hands and you take me in your mouth, you taste my pre-cum and moan with your mouth full of my prick, I start working on your bare pussy, taking your clit in my mouth again, licking it round and round, spreading your legs and your pussy lips with my hand, I lick and suck your pussy, moaning. I gently bite on your clit, sucking it, licking around it, I feel your lips working on my cock, I can feel your tongue licking the tip of it, your teeth dragging along its length. You tell me to lay down on the lawn chair, you get on top of straddling me with your knees on either side, you lower yourself on my prick, taking me in inch by inch your hair cascading over your shoulder, you have my entire cock in you, you feel stretched, you start moving up and down my shaft, gasping each time I fill u entirely, you start moving faster and faster, up and down, moaning, your hands on my chest, you gyrate your hips in circles on mine, looking at me deep in your eyes, your hair framing your pretty face, you bite your bottom lip as you resume your up and down motions your bare pussy glistening with your dripping juices, my balls stickiness caused by your juices, you moan louder and louder, mmmmm?ing at my large shaft in you, you like the feeling, you pinch my nipples, as I reach up at your breasts and take them in my hands I start kneading them, pinching your nipples in my hands as well. You lean down on me, and let me take over, I start pounding my cock in and out of you at a great speed, my hips just pumping up and down meeting yours with each stroke, your juices splashing every time my balls hit your ass, your lips pressed against mine, kissing me with all the passion of the moment our tongues playing with one another. You climb off of me, in a daze, your legs barely able to keeping you up, I look at your ass swaying from side to side as you walk over to the edge of the chair you pat on the end, and I slide down you wink at me, touching your pussy, you bend down your ass towards me, you put your hands to your ankles, and scoot back a little bit letting your ass into my face. I put my hands on your ass cheeks and spread them tenderly, licking from your pussy to your back hole and around it, probing it in by occasions, My hands on your ass kneading it, and parting it wider and wider, your moans intensify, I probe my fingers into your pussy and your asshole, in and out, you can feel me all the way inside both your holes, your pussy juices coating my fingers, you bite your lower lip breathing in sharply as my fingers stretch your muscles, moaning under my touch. You move forward my fingers exiting your body; you spread your legs to either side of me, and start squatting over my hips, your hands spreading your ass cheeks, you let the head of my cock into your pussy and let about two inches into your body, you let it back out and reach for my member, you point it to your ass, and you let yourself slowly down on it, I lean back resting on my elbows, watching your ass take in my whole cock, you put your hands on my hips and start rocking your hips from side to side, letting me glide in and out of you, you moan and scream feeling me deep inside of you, moving your hips up and down harder and harder, I moan as I feel you tighten on me. You look back at me and blow a kiss. You gyrate your hips in circles on my prick, moaning harder, you continue moving up and down. Both of us moaning, you tell me you are about to cum, your hand finds its way to your clit and you rub it feverishly in circles your body tenses up, and your thrusts on my hips intensify, your moan get louder as your orgasm overcomes our body, making it shake and shiver throughout your limbs and pussy. You get up and let my cock out of your ass, you turn around, with a towel you wipe my dick off and you deep throat me immediately, taking my head in your mouth then my entire shaft, your head bobbing up and down, your hand playing with my balls rubbing my scrotum, you moan with my cock in your mouth, my pre- cum dancing on your taste buds, one of your hands on your pussy rubbing it and inserting a finger or two deep into you. You look into my eyes. Your tongue sticking out and licking from base to top you look straight into my eyes, my hands behind your head, you are licking my cock, the shaft wet by your saliva and my pre-cum. You tell me you want my load in your mouth, you start deep throating me again my entire shaft disappearing in between your lips, I moan you hands on my balls playing with them. You licking them and kissing them, taking them in your mouth while your fist moves up and down on my shaft. You tell me to cum, you tell me you want all of me in your mouth, I lean my head back and moan hard, my cum starts to boil, I can feel it starting to come up the shaft, I met out a deep moan and you put your lips around the head of my dick, my cock starts thickening in rhythm, squirt after squirt my cum shoots into your mouth you smile wide, looking at me opening your mouth showing you my cum, you swallow my sweet juices. Slowly you crawl on top of me to kiss me, your thigh resting on my limpening cock, you lay your hand on my chest and your head on my shoulder, nibbling at my neck, passionately kissing my lips from time to time, we lay there, the sun set and the seagull's cries long gone, the breeze a little colder, I put a blanket on top of us, as we rest there and recover from out passion.
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_Authors note: This is the first chapter of a series, from A to Z. So I hope you enjoy reading it, as much I've enjoyed writing it. And send some feedback about what you liked or didn't like. All comments will be taken in consideration, to improve my writing on the next chapters._ I have to thank Adam and Sarah for their help and motivation. The story is totally fictional, and all the characters are over 18, and just a figment of my imagination. ++++++++++ Part 1 (The bet.) It had been a long night, but it seemed that it would be over soon. The room was dark, the lamp only shed its light on the green cloth of the poker table, a big pile of chips sat in the middle, and the flop read 4 of clubs, king of hearts and 10 of diamonds. On the right side of the table, a big muscular hand, played with a couple of chips, picking them up, and putting them down, finally it stopped and threw them in the center pile, then reached for a small glass which was half full of a vintage whisky, lifted it up to the lips, brushing a little in the heavy beard. The man was middle aged, bulky and had a black cowboy hat with a golden strip,black satin shirt with golden embroidery and long sleeves, black denim jeans and black cowboy boots with golden spurs. The man took a sip and then put it back on the table. "5000," said the dealer. On the left side, a more delicate hand picked up the corner of the cards and then set them down, reaching for some chips it flicked them in the middle with no hesitation. "I call." The dealer picked the next card, set it on the table and turned it. "Turn card, 4 of hearts." A big smile started to breach through the thick beard. "All in!" a strong voice said. And with both hands, pushed the remaining piles forward. On the other side, there was a young man with a black baseball cap with a green clover, brown leather jacket, black t-shirt, dark blue denim jeans, and brown suede shoes. He had a different feeling however, the "cowboys" hidden below, were a good hand but, the smile on the other man's face, started to put doubts on his poker face. But this guy was a gambler, and he did his math, his full house was good enough, but even if his opponent had a pair of fours hidden, the river could bring another king and he would have the upper hand. So after he rubbed the side of his head and sunglasses, he decided. "All in, lets see it." The bearded man picked up the fours and turned them upside on the table. The younger man on the other side showed his pair, and said, "Well, I figured, but I hope lady luck is on my side." "You need it son," said the older man, as he picked up, the glass. He took it to is mouth, and with one flick of the wrist, poured it all inside. After the glass was drained he lowered his hand onto the table hard and said, "Let's find out!" The dealer placed the final card on the table, and turned it. "River card, ace of spades." A look of dismay filled the young man's face, and across the table a loud laughter echoed. "It seems this lady has deserted you." This was the worst way the night could end. He came into this high stakes game to win, and repay his debt to the casino. The owner was the other man on the table, and now he started to rub is hands. "Well my friend, looks like you are in a bit of trouble. You started with a debt of $10,000, now it has doubled, and this was your deadline, so..." he leaned forward, and continued, "I don't know, how you can repay me!" Behind his sunglasses there was fear is his eyes, but he was trying to figure some way out of the hole he dug, and realized, he still had one card to play. He reached inside the pocket of his jacket, and grabbed a little black book. He threw it on the table, and said, "Poker of queens, I win!" The big bearded man, frowned looking surprised, but then changed into a smirk, and said, "Funny guy, I realize it's April fools' day, but you can't fool me that easy!" and shook his finger left and right. "Double or nothing!" the young man said in a very affirmative voice. "What do you mean by that?!" he leaned back on his chair, and pointed at the young man's face, "You lost pal!" and then pointed at book on the table, "And I don't think that little back book is worth $20,000." The young man kept is posture and gave a rebuttal, "That book has the names of dozens of girls I dated." he said pointing at the book, "And I bet you," now he pointed at the casino owner, "I can bring them over to your casino and make them earn $1,000 each," he said, picking $100 chips, "And then I'll give it to you, until I repay my debt!" he said, throwing the chips across the table. The bearded man knew he was a real womanizer that drew the ladies like a powerful magnet, so he figured, it wouldn't be hard for him to do that part of the bet, but he still had to make them win $1,000 each, and that could prove to be more difficult, but not impossible, still he thought he could have a little more fun with it and still earn a little interest on that debt, so he proposed, "Ok, I'll take you up on that bet, but to make a bit more interesting, I have some conditions," he lifted his hand, and showing one finger for each one, he continued, "1st- You can only bring one girl per day, 2nd- You can't play with her money, only her, 3rd- You can only play one game per day, (ex: Poker, Blackjack, Roulette, Slots, Dice, etc), 4th- You must fuck them all in our private penthouse and we'll tape it just to make sure, and finally..." He lifted off his chair just enough to reach the black book, grabbed it and sat back, turned a couple of pages, then looked up and continued, "Since you want to play by the book," he said with a smirk, "5th- You have to follow the order of the alphabet, and bring only one for each letter, and it ends only when our cashier receives the $1000 chip they won." He heard it all and swallowed a frog, that would be harder than he thought, so he tried to make a counter offer. "Maybe, if I..." but was interrupted by the strong voice. "No maybes, TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT!!!" he said as he hit his fist on the table. The young man knew he had no other way out of this, so he did the only thing he could do at this point, he slowly lifted himself up off his chair, reached out, and said, "Can I have my black book back?" The other man answered, "Of course! You'll need it, and remember, if you don't follow the rules, the deal will be off, so I better write them down." He picked up the black book, that was lying on the table and grabbed a pen from the pocket of his black satin shirt, pushed the button on top, and after the click, he started writing on a blank page. Then he wrote the date and signed it, then dropped the pen and lifted his hand with his finger pointing at the young man, curled it, and said, "It's your turn." He moved towards the other end of the table, and when he got there, picked up the pen and signed below the owners name. He then closed the book and put it back on its jacket pocket, setting the pen back on the table. He turned and started to head for the door, but was interrupted by the strong voice. "Where are you going?" He stopped, turned and said, "I think we're done, right?" "Wrong! I still haven't told you the deadline." "Of course!" he lifted his hands to his forehead and immediately dropped them down, looking at the other man with an expression of anguish. "You have exactly one month, starting now!" he said with his finger sticking up, and then, pressing it down on the table, "To come up with the goods, or else my friends here," pointing at the two black goons who were standing by the door, "Will sent you to your mother in a little box, GOT IT?!" and pressed his finger on the young man's gut. "Don't worry, I'll give you what you want, even if have to screw my mother, to get it. OK?" he said angrily. A loud laughter filled the room, and was followed by,"Whatever way you like," then raised his voice to say, "As long I get my money back!" he said, as he slammed his hand on the table, "Now get this piece of shit out my sight." With those words, one of the goons grabbed his arm, while the other opened the door. "Easy, easy, I know my way out," but he still was carried through a corridor and thrown flying out of a backdoor into an alley. Fortunately he crashed on top of some trash bags, with leftovers from the kitchen, and besides some stains in his clothes, he had no injuries. As he stood up on his feet, he realized a new day was dawning. ++++++++++ Part 2 (A man on a mission.) He tried to get some sleep, but the details of the bet, were still going through his head, and he was trying to piece them all together. "Knock, Knock!" The sound of knuckles on the door, alerted him, and from under the covers he groaned, "What?!" "It's almost 6 p.m. son, and you're still in bed. Where were you last night?" his mother said while opening the door and walking in. She knew he was all grown up now, but it was just something all moms do. "Oh, shit!" he realized it was getting late and still had a lot of planning to do. "Watch your language young man!" she said with a reproving look. "Sorry mom, got to run!" and with a leap he sprang out off bed into the bathroom. After all the washing up, he went looking for the precious black book. It was in the pocket of his jacket as well as his cell phone. With one in each hand he jumped on the bed and started dialing. About a hour later he had already a dozen girls lined up across the alphabet but there were still many blanks to fill. Another hour had gone and the list was almost complete, this time only a handful of gaps were still on the list, but it was time to meet the first "victim", and so he went to get dressed to "kill". He was a very good looking guy, above 6'0"ft tall, tanned and trimmed. He wore a tight black t-shirt, showing off his abs and chest, a dark grey suit and some sleek black shoes. He picked the car keys from the dresser, then looked up to the mirror and winked. Then he adjusted his dark brown 007 style haircut, and caressed his clean shaved face. He grabbed the sunglasses from the bedside table, placed them on his face, and pointed at the heart of his reflection, pretending to shoot the man on the mirror. Then raised the index finger to his mouth, gave it a blow, then buried it down its pants pocket, and after a final glance rushed out of the bedroom. "Bye mom, don't wait up!" he said hastily, and before his mom could say anything the front door slammed shut. In the driveway sat a beautiful black mustang, which his mother gave him on his 18th birthday. He had always been a momma's boy, being a single child and all. His mother raised him on her own, since his dad never stepped up to the plate. Truth be told, she was still a teen when she got pregnant, so the guy didn't want to get that weight on his shoulders, and dumped her. He sat down behind the wheel and adjusted the rear-view mirror to glance again, as the convertible roof went down. He turned the key and the engine came alive, that growl was music to his ears. He loved to feel that raw power under him, and felt like a warrior riding his stallion into the battlefield. He put it in reverse, and backed up onto the road and after another loud roar, vanished in the evening traffic. ++++++++++ He drove up to the first girl's condo and parked right by the front door. He gave two honks and waited. About 5 minutes later she emerged from the gray tower building. Like him she too was dressed to impress. She was about 5'7"ft tall, and wore nothing more than a fiery red dress, and matching purse. From the collar descended two pieces of sparkling cloth covering only her two pomegranates. They joined to form a V shape which flowed down to her waist, the bottom of the dress was a very short red shining fabric, going from her waist just to 5 inches over the end of her firm round butt, showing off her long thick legs, which stood on 5 inch red shiny stilettos. Her hair was dark brown, with locks of copper, and was long enough that it almost reached her big round breasts in front and in the back fell in waves that went from the back of her head down her shoulders and covered almost half of her bare back. "Hi April!" he said, as he waved to her. "Hi Zach! Can't wait for our night to start!" she shouted and giggled as she approached the car. He got out off the car, and walked across the front of the ride, over to the other side, grabbed the handle and opened the door for her. "Always the gentleman!" she said as she landed her cherry lips on his, for a tender kiss. They broke it off after a couple of seconds, and he answered, "Always!" He helped her get inside the car, as he closed the door leaned over to her ear and whispered, "You look like you're on fire!" And she answered, "I'm on fire alright, burning inside!" she said as she gave him a "killer" look, as he sat beside her. This time she grabbed the back of his head and sunk her tongue in his mouth, for a wet kiss. He realized she couldn't wait much longer and broke the kiss to say, "Let's go put that fire out!" He buckled up then shifted into gear and burned some rubber as he sped down the lane. ++++++++++ The waves of her hair flowing in the wind looked like flames bursting from a bush fire, and he could almost feel the heat erupting from her tanned skin. He reached for her thigh and as he touched her it sent shivers up their spines. For him it was because her soft skin was really hot, and for her it was because she was just waiting for his touch. She immediately pressed her right hand against his and started to move it up her skirt, they stared for a moment in each others brown eyes, and then he said, "You are really HOT!" "I know, told you I was burning!", and with a look that seemed she was eating him with her eyes, she continued to move his hand up her legs until it reached her secret garden. In fact it wasn't that secret since there was just a little inverted triangle of pubic hair covering its entrance. She pressed his hand onto her mound and he slid his finger inside her. She let out a groan of desire. He could feel her pussy juices waterfall onto his fingers, and gave thanks they were arriving at their destination. He parked the car, in the casino garage, and then both rushed to the elevator. After the door opened, he pressed the button with a (P). As the doors closed, she was climbing over him. Since she had no underwear, his hands grabbed her bare buttocks, and his mouth went searching for her hard nipples. She was moaning and groaning, and rubbing against his chest, and then said "OH GOD, I want you, so BAD!", in a pleading sigh. Fortunately the doors opened just in time and he rushed inside the penthouse, dropping her on her back on the king size bed. The bed had a metal frame, so he knew it would survive all the rocking and knocking they were about to cause. The cover was white cotton, and the cushions and sheets were white satin. There was a mirror on the ceiling behind which was a camera, and on the other end of the wire was the casino owner watching all of this unfold on the screen of his computer. This could have been a porn film and no one would have known the difference. He had stripped off her tiny dress, and she had taken off his jacket and t-shirt, by now his tongue was working unrelentingly on her big round breasts and purple hard nipples. Meanwhile, he had two fingers inside her slit, and his thumb rubbing her clit. All of this was too much for her and she shouted as high as she could, "OHHHHH YESSSSSS!!!" then crossed her legs, trapping his hand, and sunk her red nails into his back. And now it was his turn to shout, "AHHHHHHHHH". This was a shout of pain though, as he felt her nails pierce through his skin. He lifted himself and tried to release his hand, as she squirmed and rolled her eyes. As the waves of pleasure were dying down inside her, she released his hand, and he used it to undress himself. As she came back from her high, she looked at his naked body standing on the end of the bed, and whispered, "Come here, I want to feel your cock!" He went around the side of the bed, and she crawled right up to his joystick, grabbed it and started to lick the tip, then slowly moved her tongue around it, and up and down, as it went down her mouth. He grabbed her head and started to push it down his shaft, until she started gagging. He pulled her head back, looked into her eyes and said, "Lick my balls!", and pushed her head back down. She did as he told her, and licked and sucked his bag of beans like a popsicle. After a while, he felt a tingling down there and gasped, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" She brought her mouth to the tip of his cock, and with her right hand stroke it up and down, looked up to him and said in a childish manner, "I want my milkshake!" He tried to laugh, but all he could say was, "OH MY GOD!", her incitement was all it took, and his balls squeezed and then started to pump his milk. She took his dick, inside her mouth and started to suck him hard, until the protein milkshake started fountaining out of his cock. She swallowed it all and after licking his cock clean, said, with a smile, "Mmmm, yummy!" "I'm glad you liked it, cause now it's my turn to drink some pussy juice!", and as he said it, jumped on the bed, and dove right into the middle of her legs. As he started to lick her big pink lips, she gasped, and then said "Oh baby, you make me feel so good!" and gently started to stroke the back of his head, pushing it down. He swirled his tongue all over her big lips, then when she spread her legs wider, he moved to her small lips and then into the love tunnel, sticking is tongue out as far as he could, to get all of her juices and quench his thirst, and finally, came out to suck and lick her very hard clit. She was wiggling her legs around and still stroking his head, moaning and groaning until suddenly, she grabbed his hair, pulled his head up, and looking at him with devilish eyes, ordered him, "I want your cock, NOW!!!" He looked at her with astonishment, but after a couple of seconds, he felt his cock throbbing, and followed her order, with pleasure. He slid right into her bat cave, and started to pound her softly, picking up speed with each thrust. In the middle of their groans, she gasped and said, "Yeah baby! Give it to me! Harder! HARDER!" He started to feel the tingling on his balls again, and that made him pound her even harder and faster. She was arching her back, crossing her legs behind him, making him, go even deeper, and shouting, "OH YEAH! OH YEAH! OH YES BABY! I'M CUMMMIN'! I'M CUMMMMMMIN'!!!" He couldn't hold it much longer and as she screamed, "AHHHHHH!!!", and sunk her nails on his back again, he exploded inside her, and kept pumping her, as tears, of a mix of pain and pleasure started to roll down his face. He fell exhausted on top of her and dozed off, making up for the sleep he was missing from the night before. After a couple of minutes, of laying there motionless under him, she started to recover from the huge orgasm she had, and pulled back from him. She suddenly heard a snort, and realized he was sleeping like a log, so she gave him a peck on the cheek and headed for the bathroom, when she flicked on the lights she was amazed. It was a huge bathroom, with the walls and floor, made of pink marble, on the left side was an oval bathtub, in white porcelain, big enough to fit a couple side by side, with big scented candles on each corner of the outside rectangle. On the right side was a white porcelain washbasin, a big oval mirror with golden framing, behind which was another camera linked to the owners computer, and golden lamps on each side. On the far side of the bathroom, was a sliding door leading to a balcony, which also had access from another sliding door in the bedroom. She turned the hot water on and sprinkled some bath salts until she was satisfied. She then went to pour a couple of glasses of champagne, then placed them on the side of the bathtub, and lit the candles. She hadn't enjoyed a bubble bath in while, so she intended to make it last, but she didn't have anyone to play with, since Zach was fast asleep. She went to her purse, took a battery powered replacement, and placed it in the edge of the tub, switched off the lights and slid under the bubbles. She started to caress her legs, moving her right hand down to her knees, and then back up to her thighs, then took a sip of the bubbly nectar, and moved her hand to her big round breasts, moving it in circles, around the aureole, and over her perky nipples, she had her eyes closed and a soft smile on her face. As she worked on her nipples, her boiler fired up, and she slowly moved her hand downwards to the Bermuda triangle. Her gentle fingers, brushed her sex, and slid inside her, working like a piston on an engine, and picking up speed. Her aroused clit looked like a periscope peeking out from under the rough seas. It was time for the little pink toy to get in the action, so she grabbed it and buried it inside her flooded vulva. She increased its speed, every few seconds, and with each twist she would go deeper, until it reached the max, and by now she was swirling it so it would reach the G spot, and her whole body was moving accordingly, which caused a storm in the warm water. The perfect storm was also forming inside her. Her right hand clenched around the toy which was swimming on her juices. The left ones pressed harder on her clit, until suddenly it was like the whole world stopped, as she felt an atomic bomb explode in her brain as the waves of intense pleasure rocked her body. After the storm had settled and the world started moving again, she sipped the rest of the champagne and after a while she too dozed off. ++++++++++ He woke up not knowing where he was, but after rubbing his eyes, it started to come back to him. He looked around and didn't see the girl he came with, and started to panic, but then he smelled a floral scent mixed with melted wax, and followed it to the bathroom, he saw the bubble bath, and inside, the lovely girl he had enjoyed a good time with. As she lay there she looked like the lady of the lake, sailing in a sea of tranquility. Looking at that beautiful picture, he started to sense his cock getting hard, but he quickly got over it as he remembered her nails and felt a little pain on his back. He noticed the flat screen on the other end of the tub, picked up the remote, did some zapping, and saw the time. It was past midnight, and he still had the second part of the task to attend to. He picked up the girl, sat her on the toilet, and started to dry her. As he did, she slowly started to wake up, and realize where she was. After they ordered some food from room services, they dressed themselves again, and had a nice romantic dinner, then headed into the lounge, where they picked up cocktails, and after that they roamed towards the gambling area. It was backwards of what a date should be, but in fact this wasn't a date anyway. He had already filled her in on the bet when he called her on his cell to ask her out, at least a small part of it, but enough to persuade her to give him, the $1,000 she would win at the table. She didn't have any trouble saying yes to his request because then he would have to pay her back. While she wasn't interested in money, she had an idea of what she would ask him for. ++++++++++ They wandered around the tables for a while, until she decided what she wanted to play, and decided to sit at the craps table. She changed $200, for 20 chips of $10, and got beginners luck. After a couple of throws she had already doubled her stack, but that wouldn't last long and as soon it came it went again. But after an hour at the table she started to get lucky again, and as she got luckier, she got bolder, and with a leap of faith bet all on the 10, if she won would be over the $1,000 mark, so this had to come true. She grabbed the dice, whispered something into her hand, and with that devilish look in her eyes, released them with a confident throw. The two ivory cubes rolled across the table bounced off the wall and stopped. She leapt as the croupier said the result, "Number 10, wins!" She tipped him with 2 chips, and then turned to Zach, who stood beside her all the time, and gave him a deep passionate kiss. Then with a smile from ear to ear, he picked up the chips from the table and holding her hand went straight to the cashiers. He handed the clerk a little black bag, which he poured on his desk. After making sure it was the right amount, he picked up the phone, mumbled a few words, and nodded, then hang up, and gave the client a piece of paper, it was a credit note for $1,000. ++++++++++ They went back to the room to celebrate. So when they got there, grabbed the glasses from the side of the tub and filled them up, said "Cheers!", and swallowed all at once. Then she said with that devilish look in her eyes, "Its payback time!", and gave a couple of loud laughs. He wasted no time and went back to the bedroom and started to undress himself, with a mix of resignation and fear, of what she had planned for him. He was a playboy, so he didn't like much when he was the one who was going to be played around with. But a deal is a deal and he had to suck it up. He went back to the bathroom, where she had stayed and while he undressed her, he wondered why she had felt so confident before throwing the dice, so he asked her, "What made you so sure, you would win that throw?" "Because of what I whispered to the dice, when I hold them.", she said with a smirk. "What was it? Can you tell me?" he asked with a question mark on his face. "Don't worry, I'll tell you later, but now you have to please me!", and as she stood there in her birthday suit, she grabbed his right hand and pulled him into the bedroom. She sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread wide, and as she pulled his hand down said in mocking way, "Kneel, before your mistress!" He obliged and she pushed his head against her wanting pussy, and ordered him, "Eat me up!", and fell with her back on the bed, with her legs up. He did as he was told and licked and sucked every bit of her cunt. Then she surprised him, "I want you to lick my asshole and put a finger in it!" He started to realize where this was going, but followed her orders without a word. As the first finger slid inside her ass, she groaned, and then mumbled, "That's it baby, go deeper!" He then slid another finger inside her ass, and she groaned again. The thought of anal sex was becoming more evident, and his cock was already hard as steel, just waiting for its turn. She was thinking the same, and ordered him, "Give me my purse!" He lifted, and picked up the sparkling red bag, from the bedside table, then gave it to her, and went back to his position. She looked for something for a couple of seconds, and then said, "Here, this will help.", and handed him a little plastic bottle. He grabbed it and read "Lube", there was no need to ask any question, so he opened it and poured a little on his hand, them rubbed his cock with it, poured a little on her asshole, and closed the bottle and threw it on the bed. He grabbed her thighs pulled her a little over the end of the bed, and aligned his cock with her asshole and started pushing his rod slowly and steady into her ass. It didn't take long to get his dick deep inside her butt, and start the pounding. She was moaning all along, but sometimes gave some squeals and growls. "Hmmmmmm!... Oh Baby!... You are so BIG!" His dick was about 6 inches, but it seemed bigger inside her tight asshole, as her cheeks squeezed it. She was trying to synchronize their movements, so he could go deeper, and was succeeding. By this time he was already moving at a pace of 80 mph, and his balls slamming against her dripping pussy. He put in an extra gear he never thought he had to push over 100 mph and that drove him over the edge. He exploded in a way he had never experienced before, there are no words to describe what he was feeling, as he pumped her anus with gallons of his cum that didn't seem to stop flowing from his hose. When she felt that explosion inside her, it was like the one she had in the bubble bath, but now from another source. After he filled her tank, he once again dropped like a rock on top of her, and immediately was out cold. Well, he should have been delighted with an awesome night. However, all good things must come to an end, and his dream was about to turn into a nightmare. ++++++++++ Part 3 (Payback, is a bitch!) She saw the opportunity and seized it. She went back to her purse to get something else. That little bag was like a box full of surprises. And what a big surprise, it was a 10 inch black dildo, and was going to enter unknown territory, more exactly the young man's asshole. And he never saw it coming. She picked up the lube, spread it on the little black snake, then poured a lot on his glory hole. She moved quickly before he would wake up, and pushed the dildo hard inside him, and kept pushing to bury it in. He was still stunned with the mind boggling orgasm he just had, when he felt an uninvited guest moving in. He could only gather enough strength to turn his head back, and while he tried to turn over he asked, "What the fuck!!!" She was sitting beside him, and she would have none of that. She moved over and sat on his back so he couldn't move, and answered his previous question. "Well, if you wanna know what I whispered to the dice, I'll tell you." and looking down on him with those devilish eyes, shouted as loud as she could, " Your ass, is MINE! BITCH!!!" and slapped his buttocks hard. As the dildo was halfway inside his asshole, she then sat on top of the remaining half and drove it inside her pussy, bouncing up and down onto it, like a tramp on a trampoline. He was appalled with the sudden turn of events, and felt so humiliated he lost all ability to fight back, the only thing he could hang onto was the fact that no one else knew this was happening, because he had forgotten the little detail of being recorded on tape. ++++++++++ She had a score to settle with him since the prom. She had cried so much back then, that she never shed a tear after that, and promised herself no one would ever take advantage of her like that again. That was when she developed that devilish look. She had bottled it all up inside her, but now the cork had popped. She started to cry again, as she started to tell him the ordeal he had put her through. She sobbed while telling him that she felt a piece of trash because the way he had dumped her, never looking back. Well, it's a thousand years old tale, boy meets girl, boy kisses girl and tries to get into her pants. Girl says NO! Then boy swears eternal love to her, and that they'll be happy together forever. Girl gets wrapped up in the romance, and lets boy fool around. After boy gets what he wants, drops the girl, like a bad habit, and goes off to chase another prey. That about sums it up. Now, that she had achieved the result, she had planned for, she got up, leaving the dildo where it was, went to pick up her dress, and while she dressed again, said to him, " I hope you've learned your lesson, and don't bother calling me again, because I'm done with you, ASSHOLE!" After those words she picked up her purse, and left, slamming the door. ++++++++++ He pulled the black fake cock out of his ass, and threw it as far as he could, then laid back on the bed. When he thought his night couldn't be much worse, he looked at himself in the mirror on ceiling and remembered being recorded on tape and felt destroyed. His whole reputation was at stake, but even worse was the fact that his mother might see the tape and realize that after everything she had taught him, he was the exact opposite. In fact, he was behaving, exactly, like is father. His father was also a womanizer, and did the same to his mother, taking advantage of her right after the prom and dropping her, on the spot. We all know that saying, "Like father, like son", but he never knew his father was like that. His mother had always told him that his father died in a fishing trip and his body was never found. She then built the image of a gentleman who had loved her very much and was taken away from her too soon. But blood is thicker than water, and eventually his genes took over. He was now oblivious to the world and felt like an invisible force was pulling him to the balcony. He stepped on the ledge, opened his arms, closed his eyes, and let go.
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Jason looked up from the electron microscope image he had been studying for the past 30 minutes. There was no doubt in his mind that he had done it! The gene complex (known as a GC) was exactly what he had designed and he was confident it would work. Although he was only 30 he had been on this project at the university for 6 years; it seemed a lifetime! The scientific significance of his work was staggering. He had designed and created, in the lab, a human GC, which, if he were correct, could increase the size of parts of the human body. In his experiments with rodents, he had increased tail size by 40% in rats, increased the size of hamster's feet by 10% to 50% and lengthened the ears of rabbits 30%. None of the animals had suffered any discernible side effects and he had had good control of the amount of growth. His rodent reports were in the final typing phase and would be submitted for peer review at another university soon. Then, if his results were confirmed ( and they would be ), he could publish and become a leader in the genetic field. The human GC he had designed had every chance of working safely, but Jason knew the road to approval to conduct experiments on humans was a long and difficult one. He wanted to start now! His thoughts were interrupted by his lab assistant bursting into the room. Jason had hired Helen as a part-time lab assistant about a month ago. She was a graduate student in microbiology and had shown herself to be extremely competent and a delight to be around. She always burst into a room as the sun bursts from behind a cloud. She was always "up" and excited about life in general. When her great personality was added to her almost cover girl looks she was irresistible! Jason, as a new PhD, had tried to be very professional in their relationship, but he wasn't doing that well. They had very soon reached the point of warm friendship; but no more than that yet. "A dime for your thoughts, a penny's not enough for the thoughts of a PhD," she quipped with a warm smile. Jason said, in a voice he hoped was very scientific, "I believe I have created a GC similar to the rodent GC's which will work on humans. " She looked at him with admiration and said simply " WOW." It was the nicest compliment he had ever received. She said "WOW." again and gave him a long, tight hug. "Tell me all about it. What can it do? How did you do it? What do you do next?" she poured out rapidly. "Slow down!" he said as he took both of her hands in his. "If you are free in an hour or so, let's go to dinner and talk about it." Jason was a little surprised at himself; he had thought about asking Helen out, but had been afraid she would say no or think him unprofessional. "I'd love to!" she replied. The success of his day was beginning to catch up to him and he felt almost drunk! "May I pick you up at seven?" he asked. " Great! I am really looking forward to it. " she said as she slipped out the door. Jason took her to one of his favorite restaurants where they ordered a liter of red wine, salad and fettuccine with red clam sauce. As they ate, Jason told Helen the details of his work. Although the scientific details should have been beyond her expertise, she seemed to follow him with no problems. She even asked several very astute questions. When Jason finished she asked, "When do you apply for permission to do human experiments and what experiments do you plan to do?" Jason looked directly into her eyes for several seconds as if to make some final judgment about her and then with a very serious face, said " I want to tell you what I plan to do and why I want to do things this way; can I trust you with some very personal information?" He held up his hand to stop her reply and added, " If you feel you can't participate in my experiment after I explain what I intend, I want you to swear you will never talk about this with anyone, OK?" " OK, OK I swear, I swear!" she said impatiently. Jason took a deep breath and started, " I don't plan to get permission for human experiments, I plan to do an experiment on myself. Although I can do this alone, I need your help as a witness to the data and procedures. If the experiment works I intend to publish the results even though I will most likely be fired for going ahead without permission. " He had said all of this in one breath as if to get it all out before he changed his mind. Jason took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair. Helen was quiet for what seemed to be a long time before she said, " You know I like you very much and I can see this is very important to you, so, I want to say yes; but, you haven't told me everything. For example: what part of your beautiful bod do you wish to modify and what is the "very personal" part of this plan?" " Are your little toes to short?" Jason looked down at the table and said in a whisper, "I want to enlarge my penis." Helen exploded in laughter and when she could talk again she said " I'm sorry, but I can't believe you are one of those men who think they have to be hung like a horse to be a good lover." If you can be serious for a moment, I will tell you why this is so important to me and maybe you will understand why I must do this." Jason continued, " When I was 16 I had a crush an a 15 year old freshman. She was a doll and I wanted her BAD! One day I had the guts to ask her out and, much to my surprise, she said yes. I drove then and had access to a car, so I took her to a movie and then, at her suggestion, we drove to a secluded spot and parked. I had no sexual experience but Charlene had! She was all over me and I didn't know just what to do. She took her blouse and bra off and told me to kiss her tits, which I did! Then she slipped her jeans off and told me to get undressed. I was ready! As soon as my clothes were off she grabbed my dick, then she started to laugh. She said it must be the smallest dick in school and she wasn't going to waste a fuck on that! She couldn't stop laughing. I was crushed! I got dressed as fast as I could and started back to town. All the way there she told me about the guys with big dicks she had fucked. She told the stories in great detail while she played with her tits. She actually took a dildo from her purse and fucked herself as we drove through town! Years later I learned that she had done the same thing with other guys but for me the damage was done; I was terrified of trying sex; in fact I have never had sex. I am probably the king of masturbation!" Jason looked at Helen to see if, perhaps, he had offended her with his tale but he saw only a look of sympathy. " Jason, I am so sorry that happened to you, it must have been terrible for you at that age. " she said in a soft voice, " but you must know now that you are normal, don't you?" Jason sighed, " Unfortunately, I am not normal. I may be the world's leading expert on penis size! The average dick is 6.1 inches long, with an elliptical cross section of circumference 5.2 inches, major axis 1.5 inches and minor axis of1 inch. Mine is 4.9 inches, with circumference 4.2 inches, major axis 1.2 inches and minor axis 0.8 inches. Mine is a 12th percentile dick! To add to my sex problems - I may be the worlds horniest man; I usually jack off at least twice a day." Helen looked at him tenderly and said, " I want to help, tell me what to do." Jason was delighted with her answer. " Tomorrow, "he said "you can witness my measurements to make the lab notebook official. I want to start with testicale weight, ejaculate amount, and of course, the basic physical measurements. I also think we should video tape the whole process for added credibility." " OK, " she replied " Tomorrow when I come to work we will get started. " She was trying to sound professional, but it was obvious that her feelings had been touched. They said very little on the way home and parted with a friendly embraces. The next afternoon Helen came to work looking unbelievably sexy in a long plain white lab coat. Although she seemed a little nervous, she was still her irrepressible self as she gathered a measuring tape, scales and a graduated beaker. " OK pal, drop those pants and let me at my work!" she said, as she adjusted the video camera and turned it on. Jason was very nervous! All of his fears came back ten fold as he faced the prospect of Helen seeing and handling his dick, but he did as she asked and removed his pants and shorts. He was not at all sure he could get an erection under these circumstances. Helen came to him saying, " I thought there may be this problem so I brought some lotion I think you will like. " Her manner was calm and friendly as she applied the warm slippery lotion to his nuts and dick and gently massaged them. " Maybe this will help. " she said as she kissed him passionately and brought his hand to her tits. It did! He was soon as hard as steel and she took the necessary measurements. " The testicale weight is difficult to get accurately " she said, " but I'll do it the same way after the experiment and we should get a good comparison." " Now how should we get this thing to cum? Shall I or will you?" she asked in her typical light hearted way. "You can do it, I'll hold the beaker." he said as he took the beaker from her hand. She had a wonderful touch and in less then a minute he had deposited 8 ml of ejaculate in the beaker. " Good boy." she said as she gave him a light kiss and sent him to clean up and get dressed. When he returned she had entered the data in the lab book, turned off the video, put away the equipment and was ready to leave. "Thanks, I know I couldn't do this with any one but you." Jason said. The next two weeks Jason spent preparing the serum. He really needed very little help but Helen was there every day to take notes and witness the procedures. It was the first of September when Helen gave him the injection. By Jason's calculations it would be the 18th of September when growth should be complete and final measurements taken. By coincidence, this was Helen's birthday. Part of the serum had been a hormone suppressant to prevent erections so Jason had no idea if he was getting any growth in his dick, but he did notice that his nuts where definitely larger. On the morning of the 18th Jason was at the lab early and Helen arrived soon after he did. They were both eager to see what the new measurements would be. Helen wore the same long lab coat she had been wearing and looked great, as she always did. She assembled the equipment, turned the camera on and said "OK stud let's see what you have for my birthday present!" She first weighed his nuts and reported " 60% increase, great." Jason wasn't fully erect yet, but he had a long way to go if there was going to be significant improvement. Helen stroked his dick for a few moments and it stood stiffly erect. Neither she nor Jason spoke as she made the measurements and reported for the video camera " Penis length - no change, circumference - no change, major axis - no change, minor axis - no change." Jason was crushed. He had been so sure. Helen continued as if she hadn't noticed any problem. "Let's get the ejaculate measurement now. How about this way?" she said as she went to her knees and took his dick in her mouth. " God that is wonderful!" Jason moaned as Helen sucked strongly. After about 20 seconds Jason shouted " Stop! Something is happening, quick, get a measurement!" Helen had jumped up in surprise when he had shouted and now grabbed the tape measure and began measuring. " Length - 5.75 inches, great! Circumference-4.9 inches, great! Major axis - 1.4 inches, wonderful! Minor axis -0.94 inches, great, over a 15% increase!" They were both elated. " Let's get that cum measurement " she said as she dropped back to her knees and resumed sucking. In a minute or two Jason said, trying to control his voice," I believe its increasing some more, just keep doing what you are doing." Helen paused briefly to say, " It is big!" Jason looked down to see a dick that looked huge. Helen's mouth looked full. "Stop and measure, I believe it has stabilized." Helen measured as before and reported, " Length - 8 inches, God! Circumference - 6.9 inches, major axis - 2.0 inches, minor axis - 1.3 inches. Its beautiful!" They both admired it for a moment, then Helen opened her lab coat - she wore nothing underneath! She came close to him and removed his shirt. Now they were both naked. Jason had never seen a body more perfect! I need to fuck that new thing of yours." she said in a husky voice," Its my birthday present, you can't refuse." She gripped his huge dick in her hand and put its head against her cunt. " On the floor." he whispered. She lay on her back with her legs spread wide as Jason went to his knees. Again she took him in hand and put the swollen red head against her cunt. " Now " she cried as he thrust in to her. "Oh God fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she screamed as he thrust strongly in and out. Jason had never felt so good! He was a man! He was stretching a cunt to its limits. Helen was cumming uncontrollably! She moaned again and again, " wonderful, wonderful. " Jason felt a huge pressure and then almost a recoil as he shot his load of cum into her cunt! They lay quietly for awhile, not moving. Finally Jason withdrew as he began to get soft. Helen had tears in her eyes as she said "If I fuck every man on earth during the rest of my life, there will never be another fuck like this one. It was out of this world!" As they dressed Jason became the scientist again, "We need to get what data we have recorded and we need to figure out what happened; also, we didn't get an ejaculate measurement. " Helen replied, "I can take the video home and recap the times and numbers for the notebook. I can tell you as a woman, not a scientist, that my cunt was over flowing with cum -I loved it!" They held each other for a long time and then, for reasons they couldn't have explained, left the lab and went their separate ways. The next morning Helen called just as Jason walked into the lab. " Do you trust me?" she asked after they had exchanged pleasantries. " I would hope so! I am trusting you with my very soul in this experiment. " he answered." Well, " she said, "last night when I ran the video I was engrossed in up- dating the notebook and didn't notice that my room mate was watching from her bedroom door; in fact I didn't even know she was home. Anyway, she saw almost all of the "good" part and really wants to meet you. OK, what she really said was that she wants to fuck that beautiful dick! I do think we can use her to complete the experiment; for example - how do we know it wasn't my magic mouth that caused the great increase? I know you will like her and you don't have to tell her very much; she just wants to fuck you! I already told her it would be OK. OK?" Jason was reluctant, but it was great to feel that a woman lusted for his body! Also he could not say no to Helen, he owed her too much. "OK, I'll trust your judgment on this." As an after thought he said, " If I fuck her won't you be jealous?" she answered, " Maybe a little, but I have never watched people fuck before (except us on the video!) and I need to, at least once, just for science, of course!" Before they hung up, Jason explained his thoughts on why his dick needed to be sucked before it reached its full size. Helen was delighted with the idea that the amount of sucking determined the size. " I can use Jolene, that's my room-mates name, to confirm that this afternoon." she said. That afternoon Helen brought Jolene to the lab. She was a cool, elegant lady; strikingly beautiful with a slim, but sexy, body. " I guess Helen told you I was interested in your, ah, work. " she said with a smile. " Yes" Jason answered, "has she told you much about it?" "Not really, but what I saw on the video captured my interest." Jolene replied. "Well, Helen, you have some thoughts on what we should do this afternoon, so let's hear where we go from here. " Jason said with more calmness than he felt. Helen assumed her "take charge "attitude and dictated. "Jason, you blow up the air bed I brought while I set up the video. Jolene, you can take your clothes off, since we know where this is going to end. I will want you to suck Jason until I say stop, then I will take measurements, then you suck, I measure etc. until I have what I need. Also, I need a more accurate measure of cum than "a cunt full" so when I finish the measurements, Jason, you will have to fuck her ( poor boy! ) until you are ready to cum, at which time you tell me, pull out and I will catch your cum in the beaker. I know I sound more like the director of a fuck film than a lab assistant, but this will get the data we need. I hope it won't be too painful for you poor children!" When Jason finished the air bed he too removed his clothes and turned to admire Jolene's body. It was as nice as Helen's but more slender and her cunt was shaved smooth. Helen was ready with her equipment and asked " Any questions? OK, Jolene, suck away!" Every thing proceeded smoothly with Helen making regular measurements until Jason had reached his full size. It appeared that Jason's theory was correct; he could be sucked to any size from 4.9 inches to the full 8 inches. When Helen said she was finished with measurements Jolene said "Can you take a still picture with this gorgeous prick by my face? LaVina won't believe this!" " Who is LaVina?" Jason asked. " Oh just a friend - its a along story." Jolene replied holding his dick against her face for the picture. Helen snapped the polaroid and said " OK people, time to fuck!" Jolene lay on the air bed with her legs parted as Jason brought his engorged dick to her naked cunt. As he entered her Jolene gasped with pleasure. "I have found the perfect prick!" she sighed as she wrapped her legs around him and forced him in to the hilt. Jolene started cumming within seconds and continued until Jason called "NOW " Helen reached to grab his slippery dick and position the beaker - just in time - in three giant ejaculations he poured 15ml of cum into the beaker. Helen guided his dick back into Jolene's waiting cunt and slapping his ass said, "fuck away, cowboy!" In less than a minute Jason went limp and rolled over beside Jolene; exhausted but feeling great! After a life with no sex, he had fucked two of the most wonderful women in the world in two days. They cleaned up, put things away, and made the entries in the lab book. Jason suggested they get a couple of bottles of champagne and go to Helen's and Jolene's apartment, which they did. At the apartment, Helen changed to a tee shirt and shorts ( no bra). Jolene put on a light cotton robe with nothing under it. As they relaxed with their champagne Jolene asked " What is the next step in your experiment, Jason?" Jason thought for a moment and answered, "I had thought of publishing the results but I have changed my mind. I believe I can get a patent on this. If I can get a patent, I would like to open a chain of clinics to deal with male sex problems. That should fill a need and be a great money makers." Helen, always the wit, asked, " What will you call your clinics? Suck-a-Size? Pick-a- Prick?" Jolene threw in "How about DesignaDick?" "Hey, I'm serious " Jason countered, "and I like DesignaDick as a name." "So do I." Helen said. Jolene said, " Now I'm serious; if you do this I want to work for you. I want to fuck the new 'designer dicks' you create. Just think -I can fuck all the big dicks I want, get paid for it and not be called a whore! Heaven can't be that good!" Jason was getting horny again. He got up and walking behind Helen's chair he slipped his hands under her shirt and held her firm full tits. " I believe it is my turn to fuck while you watch." said Helen as she got up from her chair and headed for the bedroom. By the time Jolene joined them Helen was sucking Jason to size. Jolene dropped her robe and offered her tits to Jason to be kissed and fondled. As Helen engulfed Jason's huge dick in her cunt, Jolene straddle his face so he could eat her smooth cunt. Looking up, Jason saw Helen's hands reach around to cup Jolene's tits, then he closed his eyes and enjoyed being fucked by his two beautiful friends. He finally felt like a real man!
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Some days never seemed to end. The work just kept coming, one project would be finished and a new one would roll in. "At least it's keeping me busy," Cindy thought. On the other hand, it was also keeping her away from her husband who was asleep upstairs. One disadvantage of working from home is you can get so caught up in work that you don't take a break. By this time, Cindy had been working since right after dinner. She glanced at the clock. "Nine fifty-eight!" It had been three hours since she sat down to start working on the new material. She hadn't even gotten up to pee. Cindy looked at her near empty glass of wine, pushed her chair back to get another. When she turned around, she saw the blinds were still open. That happens a lot during the summer when it's light until almost ten. She could barely make out the trees in the yard. It had been a beautiful day, not a cloud in the sky, and now it was a beautiful night. She moved to close the blinds when she saw the sliding door was open, so instead she went outside. Cindy loved staring up at the stars, especially when they were first coming out. The canopy was dotted with small pin pricks of light from the emerging stars. Pin pricks. She finished her wine. Prick. Rather than be supportive of her work, even if it was too much, her husband had gotten mad because she wouldn't watch a fifteenth rerun of Big Bang. They'd argued, then shouted. She ended the fight by shouting, "maybe if you'd offered me a big bang, I wouldn't be so keen to keep working!" That was when he stormed upstairs, flipping her the bird, before he slammed the bedroom door. "Yep, that describes my husband," she muttered out loud. "Excuse me?" The voice coming out of the darkness startled her enough she nearly dropped the glass. That was when she noticed the new neighbor lying on the grass staring up at the stars. New? He'd lived next door for more than a year, they'd never really spoken other than to exchange pleasantries. She thought his name was Dave, but to be honest, she really didn't know, and wasn't really sure she wanted to. He was nice looking, with a great smile. That was the first thing she'd noticed, then she saw the rest of him. His body was average, although he looked strong. And then it really hit, he was a good looking older man, her sexual kryptonite. From that day forward, she had gone out of her way to avoid him, much less speak with him. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you," said Cindy. Dave sat up. "You didn't. I was just enjoying the stars. I love it when they first come out." "I do, too." "I'm Dave. You're Cindy?" "Yeah, we've met." It sounded a little put off. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that. Honestly, I wasn't sure if that was your name." Dave chuckled. "I understand. I really don't talk to my neighbors enough. Old habits die hard." He looked back up. High above, a dot of light moved across the sky from north to south. His arm shot out as he pointed, "Look, it's the ISS, the International Space Station." Cindy looked at him like he was crazy. "Really?" "Yeah, this is peek satellite hour. There should be another couple coming over in the next few minutes. Sit down, I'll point them out." Her first instinct was to say no, but instead Cindy heard herself saying, "Would you like some wine? I'm going to get another and then I'll be out." Dave smiled, she could see that great smile in the fading light. "Yeah, that'd be nice." As she got another glass out, Cindy felt her heart race just a bit. "What am I doing?" She didn't have any naughty intentions, but when was the last time she'd had a drink with another man? For that matter, when was the last time she'd had a drink with her own husband. But that prick always seemed to find time to have a drink with his buddies from work. Well, she deserved this. She poured herself half a glass of wine and quickly downed it. Then she overfilled both glasses. She turned off the kitchen light. When she stepped outside, she could hardly see, but she managed to close the sliding door. After a moment her eyes adjusted and she headed toward Dave. She stumbled slightly and wondered if it was the wine, the uneven lawn, or her nerves? As she walked over carrying the wine, Dave watched her back-lit hips sway. She was wearing a pair of gym shorts and a T-shirt. Casually sexy. Barefoot. From day one, he'd noticed her and he always felt a guilty pleasure in doing so. She was quite a bit younger than his own wife. Cindy probably still had a sex drive. If he'd only known. Dave had spread a dark blanket on the lawn. It was dark but could see him as he rolled off his back and propped up on one elbow. As she got closer Cindy noticed how his chest stretched the fabric of his shirt. She saw his bare, muscular legs. She took in his shorts, they weren't tight, but the fabric seemed to bulge right at his crotch. It must be her imagination. "I hope you don't think I'm being forward, but I thought you might be more comfortable like this. It's getting damp." Damp. For some reason, that word had always caused a stir in Cindy. It did now, too. Cindy sat on the blanket next to him, as she handed him his wine she cautioned that the glass was rather full. Dave sat up, then took the glass from her using both hands. As they over lapped her hand and the glass, she felt how warm they were and she noticed how gently, but firmly he took the glass from her. It sent a tingle, well, not up her spine. She involuntarily exhaled just a little too hard. "Are you okay?" "Uh, I was just worried about spilling on your blanket." "This old thing? I've had it since college. More than just wine has spilled on it." He chuckled, took a sip of his wine. Cindy smiled and took a big sip of hers. "Oh, you want to play that game?" laughed Dave. He took a big sip of his wine. Feeling the effects of her earlier half glass, Cindy laughed and swallowed a big gulp from her glass. Dave grinned and looked like he was going to say something but didn't. He held her gaze for a moment, then looked up. Cindy looked up. "So, satellites?" "Yes, it's an interest of mine." He checked his watch. "There should be one coming over the horizon in about one minute. It's easiest to spot them if you're not straining to look up." Dave laid on his back. Cindy quickly glanced at his shorts, that was a bulge. It definitely wasn't a hard on, but... She laid down beside him. "The stars are pretty." "Yes, they are." Dave pointed toward the top of the trees above her, his arm extending over her body. "It will come from over there." Just then, he moved again, pointing further across her, the back of his arm brushed her breast. "There." He held his arm still, pointing. Under it, Cindy's nipple stiffened. He slowly pulled his arm back. Was he deliberately pulling across her? "Do you see it?" "No." Without even asking, Dave sat up and took her hand. As he did, his leg pressed against hers. Naturally, she pointed her finger. Dave placed his hand on top of hers, and extended his finger on top of hers, He guided her arm, tracing an arc from the top of the trees to almost straight up. His warmth against her was incredible. "I still don't see it." He slowly released her hand. Looking down at her, he said, "They go pretty quickly. There might be one more tonight." He smiled that smile, picked up his glass and took a big sip of his wine. "I think I have some catching up to do." Cindy giggled. She sat up, took another big gulp of wine. "Catch me if you can, space cowboy." She giggled as she fell back to the ground, "Oh God, I don't know where that came from." She covered her eyes with her free hand. "I do. From right. Here." He touched his finger to her lips. Instantly, Cindy felt herself go from mildly damp, there's that word again, to wet. She caught her breath then exhaled across his finger. Her breath was hot. Excited. Then, she lightly licked his finger. He didn't pull away. Cindy wrapped her lips around it. Dave noticed how soft and warm they were, the feeling on his finger immediately transferred to his loins. He moved his hand to her tummy, he brushed her breasts again; this time, she thought, more deliberately. She let out a soft, almost inaudible, moan. Earlier, he thought he felt her nipple grow under his arm. Now he was certain. He was also fairly certain he hadn't detected a bra. He rested his hand on her tummy. She took her hand off her eyes. Cindy looked up at him, her eyes telegraphing her desire. Then she reached up and touched his face. He bent down and their lips met. Eagerly, she opened her mouth. He met her and their tongues entwined, rolling over each other. He leaned into her and she felt the weight of his body against hers. She also felt his stiffness. He pressed his hand gently against her tummy, moved it slightly lower until he felt the top of her shorts. She raised her hips to meet his pressure as her free hand pulled him closer. They broke their kiss, his hand still on her tummy just above her shorts. The top was rolled down, far enough that he knew he should stop until he knew her intentions. "It's..." Cindy cut him short, her breath ragged, "Why did you stop?" She gently raised her hips again. Dave bent back down, kissed her deeply. He ran his hand down her leg, her thigh was silky smooth. There was no way she didn't feel his hard on. As he brought his hand back up, she raised her other leg, turning her body slightly toward him. His hand went to her inner thigh. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs. As he rubbed her thigh, gently moving higher with each stroke, he bent down and kissed her neck. He was gentle, but firm. He smelled her hair, it was clean slightly perfumed from her shampoo. Dave moved his head lower, through her T-shirt, he nuzzled her breasts. That was when he took his hand off Cindy's leg. As he lifted his hand, she lifted her hips, trying to maintain the contact. It had been so long since a man caressed her like this. But Dave's hand was free, and now she felt it against the bare skin of her tummy as it slid up toward her breasts, carrying her shirt with it. Dave was internally thrilled when he felt the underside of her breast. It had been years since he'd had to unhook a bra with one hand, and he was secretly worried about fumbling like a teenager. Instead, he lifted Cindy's shirt and gently kissed around and between her breasts, but never quite latching onto one of her nipples. As Dave was pushing her shirt even higher, Cindy sat up. Had he done something wrong? Cindy turned away from him momentarily and put her wine glass to the side. Then, with both hands free, this cute young woman raised her arms, taking her shirt completely off. Dave could just make out her stiff nipples in the darkness. He couldn't help himself and took one into his mouth. He rolled it over his tongue and then pressed it against his teeth. He hungrily sucked on her, tugging the nipple just hard enough that it caused Cindy to moan. She tilted her head back and let her breath and pent up sexual energy escape. Her breathing ragged, she was on the verge of orgasming. Just from this, she thought? God it had been way too long. With her free hand, Cindy reached down to his shorts. Immediately, she found his hard cock through the material. Just the thought of touching it made her even wetter than she already was. She tugged at his zipper, got nowhere. She did the next best thing. Cindy undid his belt then unbuttoned his shorts and started to push them down. Finally, with enough room, she reached in and felt him. His cock was hot, much more so than his hands. She stroked him with an open palm, the pants stopped her from doing more. Dave released her nipple. "It's dark enough no one will see us." Cindy could barely mumble, "Uh huh," and took her hand out of his pants. Dave sat up, he took off his shirt. Cindy ran a hand over his chest then down his stomach. It wasn't chiseled like a 20-year old's, but it was firm, manly. She got to his pants and said, "Take them off." Dave rose to his knees and pulled his shorts down. His cock sprang up. For the first time, Cindy was able to see it. She reached out and took him in her hands. It was beautiful, cut, nicely thick, but not too big. On the tip, there was a drop of precum. She used her finger to collect it, then licked it off her finger. Out of his shorts, Dave got between Cindy's legs. He pulled her shorts down, revealing her light bush. "Sorry, I didn't shave there." "It just means you're a grown ass woman. Speaking of which..." Dave lifted her legs in the air as he pulled her shorts off the rest of the way. As he lowered her legs, Cindy spread them again. She reached up and grabbed his cock, pulling her toward her pussy. But Dave resisted. Then he bent down, kissed her on the mouth, whispered, "I have to taste you first." As he did that, she felt his hand lightly touch her mound, then slide lower. He ran a finger between her lips. She was slick with excitement. He brought his finger up and found her clit, gently rubbing it. Again, Dave kissed her neck, then moved lower to her breasts, all the while fingering her clit. He rubbed it side to side, then circled her nub before sliding his finger inside her. Cindy groaned with the penetration, then sighed as he took his finger out and started the process again. As he kissed her tummy, tickling her belly button with his tongue, Cindy began to imagine his mouth on her pussy. Then Cindy felt the light stubble of his beard over her pubic mound. His chin pressed into her, as he moved his hands to her inner thighs. She held her breath in anticipation. But then Dave completely skipped her pussy and instead kissed and licked his way from her knee back up. Again, she held her breath, but this time she knew would have to go to the other leg. Instead, Dave surprised her. He nuzzled into her pubic hair. She felt the slight breeze as he inhaled her scent. "You're intoxicating." He then kissed her on the other inner thigh before moving back to her pussy. Again, he ran a finger over her clit, then down between her now swelling lips. He kissed all around her pussy before finally, very gently, tracing her slit with his tongue. He did it again, but with more force this time. He almost touched her clit and she gasped. Then finally, Cindy felt his tongue swirl around her clitoris. He flicked his tongue over it, then to the left and right, before sucking on it gently, drawing it into his mouth. Cindy felt two fingers enter her as he released her clit with a pop. This felt so good. She moaned out loud. Just then, a light snapped on at Cindy's house. It was from their bathroom upstairs. The soft white light bathed to two naked people. Cindy looked down and saw Dave's head between her legs, his mouth firmly tasting her. Then she felt his tongue slip inside her and draw some of her wetness into his mouth. She involuntarily moaned, this time even louder. The bathroom window opened. Cindy looked up and saw the silhouette of her husband as he peered out into the darkness. With his tongue buried as far as it would go in her vagina Dave and Cindy both froze. Cindy desperately trying not to make a sound. The toilet flushed, the window slammed shut, and a moment later, the light went out. From between her legs, Dave chuckled. He crawled up her body and whispered, "I thought we were done for." "Oh babe, we're not done." Cindy pushed his head back between her thighs. Dave went back to enjoying the delicacy spread before him. He lapped at her wetness, tasting the sweet saltiness of her excitement. Again, he pushed two fingers into her and gently moved his hand in and out as her rotated his wrist. All the while, he was gently teasing her clitoris. Cindy began breathing harder, her stomach began to contract. Dave knew now was the time to grasp her thighs and not let go. He pushed his tongue hard against her clit, the sucked it into his mouth. As he held her like this, he used his tongue to circle and flick her clit. Suddenly, Cindy raised her hips and then tried to push him away as she came, hard. When he wouldn't let go, she slapped the ground with one hand and bit her other hand to avoid crying out. Her whole body convulsed. Dave continued to hold her thighs but released her clit. He licked down between her swollen, sensitive lips, and sucked at her opening, drawing her sweet nectar into his mouth like a bee on a flower. Cindy exhaled deeply. "Wow, I needed that." "So did I. I love doing that." "My turn?" Cindy sat up, leaned over to kiss Dave. She tasted herself on his lips, in his mouth. She found it interestingly erotic. Cindy placed a hand on his chest and pushed Dave to the ground. She wrapped her hand around his stiff organ, she moved her hand slowly, erotically up and down the shaft. Cindy shifted and got to her knees. With her other hand, she hefted his balls. "You feel full." "It's been a while, I hate to admit." She squeezed as she brought her hand up, bringing a large amount of precum to the tip. Cindy bent down and licked it off. Then she took the head into her mouth, swirled her tongue around it, feeling the ridge and the underside. Cindy moved again, she climbed between Dave's legs. With one hand she grabbed his balls and massaged them. With her other, she guided him back into her mouth. Cindy took him in until she felt him hit the back of her throat. She lightly gagged as she pulled him out. Cindy used the extra saliva for lube as she pumped her hand up and down. She took him back into her mouth, jacking him as she sucked on the head like it was lollypop. Cindy closed her eyes to concentrate on her desire. She moaned. As her hand moved up and down, Dave produced even more precum. The saltiness tasted good on her tongue. Cindy opened her eyes to see Dave watching her, that smile on his face. She released him from her mouth and licked the length of the shaft on either side, all the while looking him in the eyes. "You feel wonderful." Cindy sat up, then straddled his legs. She used her slick pussy to rub the shaft of his cock, her hips grinding forward and then back as she looked down at Dave. She teased him like this, her hands on his chest, Dave's hands on Cindy's ass. Finally, Cindy slid forward off Dave's cock. He sprung up, the head touching her entrance. Cindy looked down at Dave, then pushed back against the head. Dave slid in, the walls of Cindy's vagina gripping him and almost pulling him in. As Cindy moved her hips back and forth, Dave pumped his hips. Together, they quickly found a rhythm. Cindy's mid was racing. She had thought about a similar scenario in her fantasies, but certainly never intended to make them real. She might have felt guilt had the pleasure not been so overwhelming. No, she wouldn't have felt guilt, she deserved to feel pleasure on her terms again. She noticed how full she felt. She could feel how hard Dave was as his cock slid deep inside her. Then she could feel the suction as he withdrew, her body needed this. For his part, Dave felt her white-hot heat as she pulled him into her. On a couple of thrusts, he swore he could feel her cervix. His balls were tight against her ass, her breasts pushed against his chest. He was one with her. His excitement built. Cindy felt him growing even harder. Dave started to pull out. "No, cum in me," Cindy murmured. She wrapped her legs around his waist. With the head of his cock holding her open, he thrust deeply one last time. His effort caused Cindy to orgasm, her spasms causing him to as well. Cindy felt him throbbing inside. Dave felt a flood of cum explode deep in Cindy's body. Cindy locked her legs around him, pulling him in more deeply. There just wasn't room, and some cum was pushed out around Dave's cock. It dribbled down Cindy's leg over her puckered hole. Dave looked down at Cindy, her eyes closed as she exalted in the pleasure. He lowered his head and kissed her. She immediately opened her mouth, searching for his tongue. As their tongues met, they were fully connected. With a contented sigh, Cindy released her grip around Dave's waist. He slid out of her. "Wow." Cindy giggled. "I needed that." "Me too." "I'm spilling on your blanket," Cindy whispered. "My fault." Dave laughed. They both quickly dressed. Dave looked up at the stars. "We'll have to look for satellites again sometime." Cindy smiled. "How about tomorrow? I've seen some pictures online. We could use my office." She kissed him and gave him a playful swat on the butt, the disappeared in the darkness.
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I watched her athletic legs, leading down to her gorgeous toes that were painted bright aqua. Her clear sandals flip-flopping against her soft soles as she walked along the empty hallway. I lumbered behind her, my eyes fixed on the sexy gold anklet she wore around her tanned right ankle. She didn't really walk; she glided with ease along the blue hallways of Silver Oak College. My lustful gaze traced up her tanned legs until my stare met her denim short shorts, encasing her round, firm behind. She wore a baby pink top through which the outlines of her bra were visible. Nicole Collins had brought me here at 8PM on a Monday night. Nicole, one the most beautiful girls in the university, from head to toe. As mentioned before, the hallways of Silver Oak College were completely empty, unlike in the day when the college was a loud yet sophisticated educational institute attended by students ranging from ages nineteen to twenty five. This gorgeous, intelligent young woman in front of me shared an English class with me, where I would spend most of my time with my stare fixed to her long, shapely legs and her beautiful feet, which despite the cool autumn weather, were always encased in her clear sandals, cork wedges or her purple Havaianas. As my eyes were still focused on her sandaled feet, she abruptly stopped and I nearly walked into her, hypnotised by the perfect woman in front of me. She held out her hand and stopped me, tilting up my chin so I looked her straight in her brown eyes. Nicole sighed. "Get in there," she commanded, opening the door to the English classroom which we shared three times a week. This beautiful girl grabbed me by my t-shirt collar and shoved me into the room, then leading me to her usual desk she occupied during lessons. As she sat down, she forced me down by my shoulders. I was now kneeling in front of this magnificent figure, her legs crossed as she sat on her seat as if it was her throne. Like a beautiful queen towering over her kneeling servant. "Jason," she said, clearing her throat. My eyes traveled up from her sandals to her pretty face. "Three days a week we occupy this class for an hour. And I've noticed something that you can't help but doing for at least 45 minutes of this three-weekly hour." She tapped with her left foot on the floor as she spoke, but I was locked into her gaze as a slight smile traveled across her face. "Let me phrase it like this," she continued. "Jason, are you into... feet?" "Err... well," I mumbled, debating on whether or not to tell her the truth. "Actually, that was a stupid question," she said, adjusting her soft, dark brown hair. "Of course you are. I saw you today, the previous day, the day before that. It's been more than two months now, Jason." I blushed profusely as this pretty girl spoke down to me; my heart sank as she exposed my foot fetish, just like that. "I wasn't going to let this opportunity pass this easily," she explained. "That's why I brought you here. Right to this spot, where I'm sat every English period, mindlessly playing with my sandals, or my wedges, or my Havaianas. You think I don't realise it, but I love playing with you like this. I love seeing that lustful gaze locked onto my tootsies in the reflection of my phone screen." My head fell and I sighed as she continued to humiliate me. She laughed. "So," she continued, pushing my chin up again, before bending forward to remove her sandals. She placed them up on her desk. Nicole Collins raised her delightful right foot so it was inches from my face. "I thought I would give you a little anatomy lesson," she said. "It'll be quite basic, but it'll be important to you in the future." I looked into her eyes once more, my body language questioning her strange suggestion. She was now running her right foot up and down my right foot. "I thought I would teach you a little bit about the foot today," she said, her tone changing to that of a teacher. "Since you seem to be so interested in it. But, don't worry; it won't be a very complicated class to pass." She winked at me, as she fixed my hair. "Would you like that?" she asked, raising her foot to my face once more. I deeply inhaled the hot scent of her soft soles. "Yes," I managed to exhale, lost in her magnificent scent. "Jason, tell me, you know the nursery rhyme 'head, shoulders, knees and toes', right?" "Err... yes?" I said, questioningly, still swimming in the fumes of her right foot. "Well, it's quite an easy way to learn the parts of the foot," she explained. I was really curious as to where she was going with this. Nicole took her foot from my face and forced me down to a kneeling position in front of her, when she placed her manicured index finger on her ankle. "Do you know what this part is called, Jason?" "The ankle," I answered, my eyes fixed in a trance. "Very good," she said, lifting her foot up once more as my eyes followed her movements. She this time pointed at the high arch of her right foot. "How about this part?" "Arch," I replied directly, as another whiff of her lovely scent sailed into my nostrils. "Nice," her finger now moved down to the bottom of her soles, where she pointed at her shapely heel. "Heel," I said before she could even ask me anything. "Mhmmm," she replied as her head engaged in an impressed nod. Nicole's finger traced along her sole seductively and she now pointed at her pretty big toe. "Yes?" "Big toe." "Well done," she congratulated me. "Can you kind of see where I'm going with this?" I shook my head, confused. "Head, shoulders, knees and toes," she sang on the tune of the nursery rhyme. "Ankles, arches..." "Heels and toes?" I finished, in a questioning tone. "Good boy," she took my by the chin and kissed me on the forehead. I blushed as this huge crush of mine congratulated me in the tone of a teacher. A bit of a strange lesson, but I loved every moment of it. She wiggled her toes in my face as I took in every bit of her foot fumes possible. "Kiss my feet," commanded Nicole, placing her foot back next to the other on the floor in front of me. I kneeled in front of this beautiful woman and laid plenty of small kisses along the top of her soft left foot before I moved on to her right foot. This continued for a few minutes, I switched between feet several times, taking in the scent of her tootsies by taking deep breaths through my nose. Eventually, Nicole shoved my face from her feet and I returned to my kneeling position, looking up at her. "You remember that little rhyme I taught you earlier?" she asked, raising one eyebrow. I replied with a quick nod. "Good. I want you to recite it as you kiss my cute little feet. On 'ankles' you kiss my ankle, on 'arches' you kiss my arches, and so forth. You got that?" I answered her exciting question with a simple 'yes' before she returned to smothering my face with her right foot. "Five times on each foot. Continue." And so I took her calves in my hands and turned them so I could access her ankles. Nicole broke her leg free and kicked me in the crotch. I gasped for air before falling down on the floor in front of her. She used me as a footrest as she spoke. "Did I ever give permission for anything but your mouth to touch my feet?" she asked, disgusted with my actions. "If you dare do that again, you'll pay, for real this time." I felt her feet release me from my brief job as her footstool and quickly lifted myself back so I was on my knees in front of this goddess. She smiled down at me, raising her right foot back to my face. "Let's try again, shall we?" she asked. I nodded excitedly. "Ankles," I said, as I turned my head around her foot to kiss her right ankle, encased in the beautiful gold anklet. "Arches," I once again turned around her foot, moving to kiss her arch quickly. "Heels," my mouth moved onto her shapely heels, as I laid a passionate yet abrupt kiss on it. "Toes," I laid many small kisses on each of her five cute toes. "Well done," she said. "Now try doing it a little quicker." "Ankles," I quickly rotated my head around the central axis of her foot as I pecked at her ankle. "Arches," I kissed the beautiful high arch of her right foot, sniffing her foot scent once more. "Heels," her slim heels received another quick peck. "Toes," as I kissed all five of her toes separately once more. "Do you like it, Jason?" she asked, crossing her arms as she smiled at me. "Yes, thank you so much, Nicole," I thanked her, before once again continuing on with my love-making session with my sexy captor's delicious feet. I repeated the process three more times on her right foot before moving onto her left foot. Throughout this entire exercise, my cock remained standing at attention for Nicole. Not just her feet, but her entire physique, her dominance over me. I felt something real for her, and it wasn't lust as usual, it was love. True love. Five repeats of the rhyme later, I was in a completely new state of arousal. Her left foot was shining after all my wet kisses I had applied to it. "What a good boy," she remarked, her beautiful bright smile shimmering in the lights of the English classroom. "Lay down on your back, head pointing to me." I obeyed Nicole's orders immediately, and I lay down in front of her, looking up at her from under her chair. She lowered her soft soles to my face and started smothering me with them. "Lick, Jason," she commanded. My mouth opened and started to slither around her salty soles, as I savoured the lovely taste of her sweaty feet. "Hold out your tongue for me." I stuck out my tongue as Nicole ran her delectable soles back and forth across it, the savoury flavour of her gorgeous tootsies soon filling my mouth; I lusted for it like a hungry man who hadn't eaten for many days. My cock jumped in my jeans as she started to rub it with her other foot, alternating a few times between her left and right. "Do my little feet taste nice, Jason?" she asked me in a teasing tone. I quickly replied with a nod, she giggled as she looked down at me. "Your little friend seems to like it too," she added, obviously talking about my cock, fully erect and jumping as her feet rubbed across it. After an eternity under Nicole Collins's soles, she helped me sit up and I turned to face her. She gestured at me to get up. "Take off your clothes," I hesitated at first. "Now." I hesitantly started to take off my white t-shirt, as Nicole opened my fly and unbuttoned my jeans before sliding them down and revealing the white briefs I was wearing. She played with my cock through the material of my briefs for a few seconds, a sexy and seductive look on her face. Slowly I watched as she took the white Calvin Kleins down my legs and licked her lips when my erect eight inch cock jumped out like a wild animal. "Hello there," she said, looking lecherously at my penis, before she suddenly took it into her mouth and sucked on it for a few seconds, making me weak in the knees. I grunted as I received my first blowjob and just when I felt the urge to cum, she spat out my cock and slapped it. "Thought it would be that easy, did you?" I sighed disappointedly as she laughed at me in my extremely aroused state. "I think a good foot massage is in order first, don't you?" she teased me. I kneeled in front of her once more. "May I please touch your feet, Nicole?" I requested. "Oh, you'll have to ask nicer than that." "Please let me touch your feet, you goddess of a woman, may I please lay my hands on your gorgeous feet?" I begged, playfully yet seriously. "Of course you may!" she laughed and put her feet in my lap as I picked up her right foot. My hands worked around her gorgeous feet, from the bottom up to the top. I worked firmly as to not tickle this goddess of a woman who had control over me. Admiring the great scent of her foot, I worked up to the arches and started to firmly rub them as she started to relax and lay back in her seat. Her feet were so flawless. From the long, aqua toes to her athletic ankles, there was not a single imperfection. She had me in a trance as I continued working to please her; I was mesmerized by her slim feet, which connected to her long, tanned legs. I felt so lucky. Jason Smith, a lowlife foot fucker, servicing this beautiful woman who everyone wanted so dearly. So what if she was using me? I could already imagine the countless nights and the countless tissues used up in memory of this one night. Hell, even if she did keep her word of it being a "study date", I would've still been thankful. "You know I have two feet, right?" her voice snapped me back to reality for a moment, I realised that I was massaging her right foot for quite a long period of time. This is why I worked so hard to do an even better job on the left one. She groaned as I loosened her toes by twisting them separately, then again when I very firmly rubbed her arch. I watched as Nicole's toes curled in front of me, her right foot now rubbing up and down my right inner thigh, sending sparks of electric arousal running through me. I circled with my fingers up the sides of her foot, before once again focusing on the toes for a few seconds. Her heel soon followed, as I vigorously massaged it with my two thumbs and I felt my cock grow even harder than before. "Oh, you are good at that," she said, relaxed, her head laid back and her eyes closed as she fully gave in to the pleasure she was receiving from my firm massage of her tootsies. A few more minutes of alternating between her feet continued before she finally allowed me to stop. "That was amazing, Jason," she said, coming out of her relaxed state and sitting up in her chair again to look me in the eyes. "I think someone deserves to cum now." My eyes lit up with sparks and my head spun as I heard these words leave her mouth. "You can't have my pussy... yet," she said with a wink. "But I'll allow you to fuck my feet if that would suit you." "Please, Nicole," I begged. "Anything." I got up at her command and she climbed up onto the desk. "Hey, Jason, would you like to smell my sandals while you fuck my feet?" "Of course I would," I replied with a smile as she handed me her right, clear sandal. I brought it up to my nose and took a good whiff of her, now familiar, foot scent. My eyes followed her every movement as she lay back on the desk and held out her feet to me. She spat on her fingers and spread it on the insides of her high arches. "Go on then, they're all yours." I didn't hesitate for a second as I slipped my erect cock in between her two magnificent feet. She started to rub my cock slowly with her arches and I moaned at the lovely sensation of my first footjob. "You like that, don't you?" she seduced me. "Oh, you don't understand," I replied with the largest smile I had ever had. I started to take action and pump my cock into her feet, starting to groan with pleasure as I went on. She looked me in the eyes as I fucked her gorgeous feet, her hand traveling into her short shorts as she started to touch herself. I continued deeply inhaling the scent of her sweaty sandal deep into my nose. "Good boy, fuck these feet," she encouraged me, her words spurring me on to thrust harder and faster. "Faster." Eventually, I picked up pace so I was launching a full on attack on the crevasse between her two delightful feet. Her hand was still buried deep in her short shorts and she was also now moaning as she played with herself. She started to stroke my cock fast with her tootsies and I moaned louder than before as I felt my balls start to tighten. "I'm gonna cum, Nicole," I moaned. "Cum on my feet, baby," she encouraged as I shot five huge spurts of cum onto her perfect soles and we hit simultaneous climaxes. I watched as my cum dripped from her feet onto the desk below. I remained standing there, recovering from the best orgasm of my life. Her right sandal fell from my hand onto the floor as my cock continued to drip small drips of cum. Nicole was panting as she lay, her feet still in the air and her hand still in her panties. Soon, she recovered and licked her hand off, before looking up at me, panting above her. "Look at the mess you made, you naughty boy," she laughed, sitting upright. "Why don't you get down and clean up this nasty mess. Come on then." I happily complied with her suggestion, kneeling once again in front of her, taking her toes deep into my mouth as I sucked off my own salty cum. My tongue then moved down to her soles, covered in thicker layers than her toes. She also made me lap up the cum on the floor and on the desk, before sticking a freshly soaked finger of female juices into my mouth. But I didn't complain. I loved it. "I love you, Jason," she said, getting up and locking my lips in hers as we engaged in a deep, passionate kiss. After I had finished dressing once again, we walked out of the classroom as if nothing had happened, walking hand in hand down the empty hallways of Silver Oak College. Stacey couldn't have been more proud of her new designer sunglasses. She had found a specialist dealer on the net that stocked all the top brands at a fraction of the retail price. This meant that the top of the range shades she was now sporting cost less than a DVD. Getting ready for a night on the town, her new specs matched perfectly with her outfit; a little one-piece dress that was as dark as her shoulder length curls. Once she finished applying her makeup, she was ready to hit the town. It was a glorious summer's evening and Stacey was unnaturally buzzing with anticipation for her evening. She would never have thought that new sunglasses could give you such a high. Walking down her street towards town she spotted a young well-built stranger smiling at her. It didn't take Einstein to realize it was an approving smile and Stacey was in the mood to be flattered. Crossing the road headed straight for him: "See anything you like?" she asked playfully. "Err... no.. I mean yes... I mean well of course but..." stumbled the man. "Come on," urged Stacey, "You've got to do better than that if you want to win the girl." She shot him a wicked smile. "Well obviously you look stunning," blurted the man. "I just don't know how a guy like me can talk to a girl... like you." Stacey was moved by this compliment and decided she felt like getting a naughty. Eyeing how the man's tight t-shirt was fighting to contain the bulging muscular frame of its owner, she decided to take the next step: "A guy like you," she began, moving in close to him until their bodies were just inches apart. She tilted her glasses forward onto the tip of her nose and looked up over them into his eyes, "Can get a girl like me anytime they want." Without waiting for a response, Stacey grabbed the stranger's neck and began to kiss him deeply. The man was taken by surprise but soon responded in kind and the embrace continued. Stacey could feel the man's excitement pressing against her waist and a loose hand reached down to set him free. Once she had unwrapped the long erect cock from its packaging she hitched up her skirt and leapt into the arms of her Adonis of a partner and began to moan with delight as he effortlessly lowered her down onto his awaiting shaft. Stacey was like a wildcat, thrashing and buckling as her mystery hulk used her body like a rag doll, raw primeval energy surged through Stacey's body like an unstoppable virus of desire. The pumping grew faster and faster as they both careered towards orgasm as breakneck speed. Then, with a burst of pure animal lust, they both exploded in ecstasy, buckling and shaking at the force of the climax with had hit them. It was unlike anything Stacey had ever experienced; at that moment in time she doubted that even Nirvana itself would be unable to match the unbridled joy and pleasure of the last few minutes. Eventually both did come back down to Earth, and were reunited with their senses. Both feeling a little embarrassed at how they had each let their desires get the better of them, they said a few words before Stacey departed on her way to the town centre. She was sure this was going to be one hell of a night. [center]* * * * *[/center] Steve was cursing his luck. All day things had not gone his way. Firstly, he discovered that he had run out of doughnuts at home, and then when he tried to drive to the store, he discovered his car was out of gas and wouldn't start so he had to walk. Then to top it off when he had finally walked the 800 yards to the store, he discovered he had no money in his wallet and so could only afford the one doughnut. Things were not going well. Walking back home with doughnut in hand, Steve was beginning to tire. At close to 250 pounds walking was not his strong point. Perspiration was causing his already snug fitting t-shirt to stick to his skin completing the ultimate unflattering look. It was then he looked across the road to see a sight that made him drop his doughnut: A young dark haired girl was walking down the street wearing nothing but a pair of sunglasses. Steve knew he was staring but he couldn't help it. How often did young attractive women go out walking in the nude? Despite himself he began to smile in approval. It was at this point he received the greatest shock of his life; the girl smiled back and began to make her way over to him. Steve froze on the spot; he had n idea what was about to happen. Was she going to yell at him for looking? Would people see and think he was some kind of pervert? How could he explain his situation to anybody? He was beginning to panic. "See anything you like?" She asked. Steve was petrified, he knew that when he opened his mouth the English language would abandon him, but he had to put up some defense to this girl's accusations. ""Err... no.. I mean yes... I mean well of course but..." he stuttered, trying to piece together some form of explanation that could excuse why an lonely overweight insurance salesman would stare at a naked girl walking down his street. "Come on," urged Stacey, "You've got to do better than that if you want to win the girl." She then smiled at him. "What the fuck is going on here?" Steve thought to himself. "Win the girl. how the hell do I win a girl like that?!" Steve was positive this was some kind of joke at his expense but he still couldn't think of a good answer. He decided honesty was the best policy: "Well obviously you look stunning," he began. "I just don't know how a guy like me can talk to a girl... like you." The girl's reaction was a look Steve had never seen before and so he didn't know whether he had said the right thing or the wrong thing. She was beginning to look at him in a way that, if Steve didn't know any better, he'd have been sure was lust. Banishing this absurdity from his head, he watched as the mystery girl finally responded: "A guy like you," she began, moving in close to him until their bodies were just inches apart. Steve was rooted to the spot. Wild tigers rampaging through the town would not have got him to move at this very moment. A girl of the like he regularly just dreamed of, was sans clothing and staring up at him through the sexiest piece of eyewear he had ever seen. If he had been made of butter he would have melted from the look that had been cast in his direction. "Can get a girl like me anytime they want." She finished before pulling him in tight for an embrace. Steve was in heaven. He had never been more confused in his life but he was in heaven. A sexy naked girl was kissing him, and what's more, his neighbours may even see it! That was not the end of things however as soon the girl was frantically grabbing at his trouser region. Like any sane straight man would be, Steve was as hard as a Yale Quantum Physics Exam and despite the public nature of their location was desperate to be freed of the burden of his underwear (It had been over three years since he had used what was inside, he be damned if he was going to pass up the opportunity when it finally came). Once his cock was out in the open, Steve was almost sent tumbling to the ground as the girl leapt upon him without a hint of warning. The girl was far from heavy but a guy like Steve rarely has to worry about supporting anything more than a six pack and so potato chips, so a full-grown girl was quite a shock to the system. Luckily though he kept grip and was able to lower her down onto his impatient erection. The sex crazed girl then thrashed and moaned like a deranged nymphomaniac and it was all Steve could do to keep from dropping her. She bounced furiously upon him so furiously it was amazing her glasses didn't come flying off. She was determined to climax in record time and Steve was not going to be left behind. Within minutes there was a surge of sensations as they both orgasmed nigh on simultaneously. Now, finally relieved of the weight of his brief sexual partner, Steve basked in the glory of what had just happened to him. The girl uttered a few incoherent mumblings in his direction before heading off down the road. This was certainly going to be a day that Steve would never forget. And as for Stacey? Well next time she may learn to be wary of purchasing items from an internet company called Rosetintedspecs. It must be said that I was a little nervous as I walked down the cold street; the damp street that ran along the dank and dark city. The yellow tinted lights that hung shivering in the night air cast ominous shadows on the dismal old walls of the buildings. The church bells chimed; chimed eleven times echoing through the empty alleyways and crevices of the brittle brick work of the buildings. I run late; late from nervousness that causes my legs to walk more slowly than normal. If I did not arrive in time it would be too late. If I did not arrive in time then I would surly perish. A newspaper blew threw the air; it seemed to know where it was going as it blew upwards in a spiral then back down again and out of sight. Rays of light shone in the night sky above my head from the few people still awake in their towers. Do they know where I come from? Wretched souls -- busy body eavesdroppers. They surly suspect that something has happened. I was not quite enough. That old lady is watching me from her window sash. She stares -- stares at me from her wretched soulless eyes. I must walk faster and at one with the shadows. The lightlessness provides some relief from the inquisitor and her black eyes -- the darkness always provides some relief. I had no choice in what I did, the man was a beast. A beast of the night that wanted my soul -- a vampire prepared to drink my health. I must hurry, how much time has passed since the count down to all hallow's hour. Another person at their sash looks for me; looks from his sentry tower, prepared to sound the alarm. His dog must smell something as it peers into the emptiness below it. It is a curious looking dog with lines of character and pert ears that twitch at the slightest sound. I must stay still or it will hear me. My heart beats too fast; thumps with a ferocity of a thousand stampeding horses. I must be calm -- quite. Time seems to almost stop as I stand their locked in the silence by an enemy that knows something is their but unknows its location. I stay in the shadow until his view passes away. The man's dog leaves after him, satisfied that it was nothing, that the sounds it heard was the wind or an idle nothingness. The moon above shines new from another month having passed. The few trees in the city show their gnarled flesh as they give away their last few leaves to winter; begging to grow again but ultimately being told no by the mother of all things. A dark stranger with a black cloak walks towards me from afar. He keeps his head bent towards black boots making it difficult to view into his eyes. Was he one of them? Do not show fear. Keep walking. The man approaches towards me slowly as I walk towards my destination. A glimour of something refracts the glowing street lamp in my direction. A KNIFE! The creature carries a knife towards me, undoubtedly intending to push the hot steel through my flesh. I cannot allow him. He is still far enough away. I pick up a bit of iron leaning on a nearby building; quickly hiding it under my cloak. As the creature draws close I prepare my preemptive strike, holding tightly to my iron rod. The man's foot steps match the thumping of my heart; slow and methodical but heavy with intention. I swing quickly with determination striking the man in a downward motion at the base of the neck where it is most tender. The wretched thing falls quickly to the ground looking miserably up at me with a most defiant expression on his face. I know I must make sure that the man does not get up ever. The iron slams though the eye of the man sounding a clank of iron on stone as it burst though the skull to the ground below. I pick up the body and move it to a nearby alley dropping it to the earth to rot with the rats. I look out from the shadows, everything appears quite. But suddenly I hear a woman screaming something. The banshee's sound comes clear to my ears. "MURDERER! MURDERER! GUARDS COME; THERE IS A MURDERER!" Bells begin chiming in a chaotic rhythm from different directions! Lights begin to shine in a cascading effect from the windows aligned down the street. "MURDERER! GUARDS! GUARDS!" I feel an intense pulling at my navel and a tightening that threatens to implode my head as adrenaline courses through my body. I begin to run; run for my life. Lights continue to come on as people run to their window to see what mischief is afoot. People join with the old hag from all sides. "I SEE HIM! I SEE HIM!; Mummy he is down here! "GUARDS HE IS HERE! COME QUICK! My heart threatens to burst as blood flows faster and faster through my body trying to keep oxygen flowing to my over worked lungs. My lungs push and pull air as quickly as possible to gather much needed oxygen for my strained muscles. I feel my heart pumping in my throat as I run from the human sirens. Ahead I see guards arriving on the street. Oh no! They see me! They run towards me shouting to each other. Blades begin to refract light once again. "We got 'im now boys. Draw your swords." I leap at the first guard like a trapped badger, biting his nose off as his sword clangs to the street. I get up from the bleeding body; blood dripping from my chin I pick up the unused sword lying on the ground. The guards begin to circle around me. As I spit the nose to the ground I size up my enemies. The one I had attacked was young; unproven. The rest would not be so easy to take down "On guard fellas. He's a regular carnivore!" I swing the sword quickly at the closest Centurion, causing the man to falter to his knees. Focusing on the single guard I forget to look behind me. The first guard runs his sword through my lower abdomen to the hilt. IT HURTS! aaaAAGGGHHHH!! IT HURTS! I swing wildly behind me cutting the man in the arm. He stumbles away as another guard stabs me though the back. Then another stabs me through the chest. I fall over hitting the ground hard. It doesn't hurt so much anymore. The pain has eased. My blood flows out of my body and pools in the street. The guards help their injured get up. I die never having found out the truth. Never having found out whether the man I killed was responsible; whether the vampire truly had been lovers with Aditha.
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I was out of town and staying in a hotel that wouldn't be listed in any AAA guide. The rooms were clean; it just wasn't in the best part of town. I wasn't too worried, after all I know how to watch my back, or I thought I did. The room still had the traditional key lock and not the electronic locks that are so popular these days. I dug my key out and entered my room, making sure to lock and bolt the door behind me. I clicked on the light and began to undress for bed, that's when I realized there was a bag on the table that wasn't mine. I quickly grabbed my jeans and shirt off the bed, and grabbed my purse from the nightstand. I turned to undo the lock on the door, but I didn't get that far. A hand clamped down over my mouth, yanking me backward. At the same time my right arm was yanked behind me and upward, holding me in place. "Do not yell and do not move or you will be hurt." I nodded my head in assent and the hand over my mouth was removed, and my arm was released. He then tied a blindfold around my eyes. I started to move away from him and he roughly grabbed my wrists. "I told you not to move. Obviously I will have to teach you to obey me." My hands were quickly tied behind me. He then pushed me against the end of the bed and tied my ankles to the bed legs. I was now helpless and spread legged in only my bra and panties. I couldn't tell what he was doing... I strained to hear any sound. Despite my anxiety, I was surprised to find myself becoming aroused. Suddenly, I felt something cold against my shoulder. He was cutting my bra straps, from the way he used the item I could only assume it was a knife. After cutting my bra off, he turned to my thong panties and quickly cut them off. Then his hands were on my breasts, massaging and pinching my nipples. He just was rough enough to make it sting, but not so rough to make it hurt. He untied my ankles and turned me around, he then pulled me down over his lap, my ass in the air. "You disobeyed me, and now you will be punished." This was followed by a hard slap on my ass, and then another. In total each cheek received five slaps turning it hot and red. "Now, let me explain the rules. You talk only to answer my questions. You will address me as Master. And you will not deny me anything. Defy my orders and the punishment will be much worse." Standing me up, he again tied my ankles to the bed. He then began to explore my body with light caresses. He seemed intent on touching every inch of my body, though he lingered over my breasts and nipples until my nipples were sticking straight out. Then he transferred his attention to my inner thighs, working his way towards my sex. Soon his fingers were tracing small circles over my clit. I was ashamed to feel myself responding by moving my hips and moaning. Without any warning he thrust two fingers into my pussy. He explored every inch of my interior with his fingers and then he pushed a third finger in. My knees were going weak; I knew I was going to cum right there if he didn't stop. Then, with his fingers still inside of me, he began to lick at my clit. While he was licking and sucking on my clit, his fingers buried inside me, I came so hard and long I thought I would pass out. My ankles were untied and I was pushed back on the bed. He unfastened my wrists and refastened them to the legs of the bed, so my head was hanging over the side. Then my ankles were fastened the same way. I was spread eagle on the bed sideways. Then I understood as I felt his cock on my lips. I opened my mouth and took him inside, licking his shaft as he thrust it into my mouth. As I sucked him deep into my throat, I felt something cold on my nipple. Here I was sucking every inch of his cock and he was putting ice on my nipples. Fearing punishment I continued swallowing him as he fucked my mouth. He kept moving the ice from nipple to nipple, tracing little wet paths across my breasts. Then the ice was off my skin and there was just his cock and my mouth and tongue. Then I knew where the ice had gone, he was sliding a cube inside my hot wet pussy. I tried in earnest to continue licking and sucking his cock as he thrust it between my lips but my attention was torn. Then he slid a second cube inside me, it was so cold but erotic at the same time. I was tonguing his shaft as if it was the sweetest candy. At the same time he continued his torture of my horny cunt, by inserting some kind of toy, pushing the ice deeper. He was using shallow thrusts with the toy in my cunt and long deep thrusts with his cock in my mouth. I came again just before he blasted his load down my throat. I couldn't believe I was so responsive in my helpless state. I never thought being subject to another’s whims would be a turn on, especially a stranger. He left me tied that way for what felt like hours but I am sure it was only minutes. Then he unhooked my hands and ankles and brought a cup to my lips. The cool water tasted so good. It wasn't long though before he retied my hands, this time to the headboard. I knew when he left my ankles loose that the cock that I had only tasted so far would soon penetrate me. He must have had a thing for ice and I wondered if I had guessed his intentions correctly when he slid more ice in my cunt. I didn't have to wait long though before he thrust his cock in my pussy. The combination of his hot cock and the cold ice was the strongest sensation I had ever felt. Judging by his moans, he felt the same way. We quickly established a rhythm with his cock plowing my hot box; I was thrusting my hips to meet him. I clenched and relaxed my cunt muscles to massage his cock as he fucked me deep and hard. His cock was hard and thick and he had me screaming for more. It wasn't long before we climaxed together. He removed the blindfold and then curled up next to me leaving my wrists tied and we fell to sleep cuddled together. I just wonder what he has in mind next...
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It was a night of black and white. There were no stars in the sky. The moon's face was blocked by thick, roiling storm clouds, leaving not even a soft halo to show where it had gone. You couldn't even see the clouds, really—in fact, gazing up into the sky, you could easily imagine that there was nothing at all beyond. Nothing but oppressive, endless void. And then white fire would sear your eyes, cut across the sky like a crack in reality, and light would briefly flood the world to illuminate a strange and disturbing scene before you. A man clad in the dark suit and high collar of a necromancer, wearing the violet boater cap traditionally associated with members of the prestigious Teeth Tower Alchemist's Society, paced around the opening of a rather ordinary-looking well. His skin was pale, his green eyes bloodshot from exhaustion. His fingers wrung knots in a cord, tying them far tighter than they needed to be. As the lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, you would see his shoulder-length curly locks, currently drenched in the downpour, and you would see that he was surprisingly young and quite handsome, albeit plainly worn-down. And you would see in the flash a gleaming, gigantic copper construction, resembling a massive pot or pail. The copper pot was etched with thousands of markings, streaked with brilliant greens and silvers from what must have been endless hours of deliberate staining and acid washing. It appeared to be a mastercraft of sigilmancy, necromancy, and something else—something that this man knew was more powerful still. Alchemy. Pure, devout belief. Dreams given form. Nothing else, you would know, could sustain a man like this. Nothing else could drive someone to attempt a magical experiment of this magnitude upon a ley well. ~ ~ ~ ~ Dr. Byron sucked in a deep breath through his teeth, smelling and tasting the ozone. He gave a nervous smile. This was it. He ran his fingers over the Harness, admiring the inscriptions. This was the moment of truth. For too long the other mages of the Teeth Tower had mocked him, derided his experiments, suggested he was seriously unfit to practice alchemy, necromancy, or genuinely any form of magic at all due to his constant, barely-kept-in-check rage. They had said he was too ahead of his time. Too radical. Always on the delicate verge of losing his thin temper and shouting a colleague down. They had called him angry. _ANGRY!_ He laughed out loud, then bit his lip as his giddy excitement threatened to turn it into a villainous cackle. _Well, who's angry now?_ he thought, maniacally wringing his palms. _I'll show them. I'll show them all! They'll see! They'll see how wrong they were! This night will live on in—_ "Master!" rasped a voice, and he heard clanking and clattering sounds coming up the hillside. "Master! It's too dangerous!" Dr. Byron turned back with a sly grin to see his buxom little goblin maid assistant, hunched under the weight of her three backpacks, come racing up the narrow stone path. Her ebony hair was drenched into little ringlets beneath an equally drenched hooded poncho, and she carried two large, steaming pots stacked on one another, nearly half her height. She handled the load well, but her long, knifelike ears, as green as the rest of her, drooped with fright. "Jelli," he said, clasping his hands together, "so kind of you to join me in my moment of triumph. I fear not even you can stop me, however—" He turned back to the Harness, admiring its size, and the vision it took to craft it. "—for nothing can, now. No demon, fey, or mortal can stand between me and my moment of greatness. Not even you, Jelli. Not even you." "Huh?" He glanced back. Jelli was tilting her head to the side, ears askew in that way goblins had of showing confusion. " _No_, Master, I mean it's not safe to be up here with that dribbled lightning rod!" She pointed to his staff. "Oh." Dr. Byron blinked. "O-Oh." He felt his face blushing bright red, and he self-consciously handed her the staff—and didn't even have the heart to object when she simply threw the steel device down the hillside. "Right. Yes. Of course." "Honest-to-weddings, Master." She rolled her eyes, setting down both pots on the ground. "Have I gotta handle everything for you?" Dr. Byron managed to scowl at that. "Watch it, Jelli. So, you have it, then?" "Sure as rain!" She smiled, opening the first pot. A gust of hot steam burst out. "Delicious chickpea-and-tomato soup! Mum's recipe." She reached into her second backpack and began fishing out a bowl and spoon. "It'll help warm you right up!" "... chickpea soup?" Dr. Byron felt his scowl deepening. "I thought I asked for—I made it plain, minion, that I desired a well-done steak and roasted potatoes! Did your mother not have a recipe for that?" "Yes, well..." Jelli doled out a generous helping of the soup into the bowl and plopped a spoon inside, smiling as she smelled her handiwork. "Chickpea soup is a heck of a helping healthier, Master, and when it's cooked proper—and my mum cooked proper, let me tell you—it's a lot tastier than some overcooked steak and greasy earth apples." "But I _asked_ for—" Dr. Byron gave up as she handed him the bowl, even though his gut roiled—less with disgust at the soup than at his inability to control the one minion he could afford. Jelli worked cheap and did essentially all the work around the lair except for the laundry and groceries (which they traded off on), but she was also constantly ignoring his authority. "Did you at least use the Channel?" "That funny stove thingammerhuh you built for me? The one that always sparks and hums fiendtongue chants when I try an' turn any knobs? Um..." Jelli bit her lip, avoiding his eye contact. "Sure! It worked great! Sure as rain, even." Goblin maids were generally good liars, but Jelli was the exception to prove the rule. Dr. Byron sighed and waved a hand dismissively. "Fine. Whatever." "Aw, Master, relax a li'l!" Jelli giggled, bouncing up to the other side of the Harness, helping to tie the other cord tightly. "You really oughtn't eat meat, anyways. Red meat's just awful for you, and besides, it's really very cruel." "Did you acquire the cat cadavers?" "Oh! Yes, I almost forgot!" Jelli hurried back to the second pot, opened the lid, and tossed the carcasses into the Harness. "Hard to find, they were, and the kitchen might be a bit wet 'cause I had to open all the windows to let out the stink of boiled beast. Plus, I had to break down the gate to a pet cemetery to get the last one, and I reckon the kid who tends it might've caught a glimpse of me on the way out, so if her parents come by asking questions—" She continued to drone on. Dr. Byron tuned it out, as he had learnt to over the years, and watched her struggle with the knots. Like most goblins, Jelli had a way of jiggling and wiggling even when she probably didn't mean to, and though her backpacks and poncho largely concealed her large, luscious ass, every now and then a gust of wind would blow the poncho up _just_ right... He couldn't help it. In preparation for tonight, he had not masturbated in weeks. It wasn't as if he'd chosen Jelli for her looks. They were just... a bonus. With her plump lips and husky voice, her spoon-shaped hips, her bright scarlet eyes and cute white freckles to compliment her prominent dimples... ... it really was a shame he had no interest in her. Romantically, anyways. Jelli was too bossy. Too keen on making him do as she wanted. His own assistant pushed him around like she was the boss—and she was the closest thing in this whole town, this whole world, that he had to a friend. But really, very _deeply_ unsuitable as a romantic partner. Even if Jelli didn't already have too much going on with her own projects. To say nothing of how far below his level she was—he, an accomplished ex-member of the Teeth Tower Alchemist's Society! "Master, it's going to get cold," Jelli chided him, turning back from the knots to regard him with a chiding pout. Dr. Byron sighed. " _Yes_, Jelli." And he began to eat. But he gazed longingly at the Harness as he took his supper. Soon, things were going to change. ~ ~ ~ ~ The night stretched on, as did the thunderstorm. Occasionally the moon managed to peek through, giving a view of the sleepy village down below. For the most part, though, things were as dark as they were noisy. "You know, Master," Jelli said, as she hopped up onto her little stepladder (as a goblin maid of average height, the tip of her ears barely reached his chest), "I really wish you'd told me how all of this was going to work. Surely we could've just, you know, set the pail—" " _Harness_." Byron gritted his teeth. He leaned over the edge of the pa—the _Harness_, offering the other end of the ship's helm-shaped glass bottle to her. "The _Harness_," Jelli said, enunciating the word with the air of indulging him, "up ahead of time, so you wouldn't have to spend so long out in the rain. You'll catch your death, you know!" "Of what?" Dr. Byron muttered. "Of pestering?" "What was that, Master?" Jelli raised an eyebrow, eyes narrowing slightly. "Nothing!" he said hastily. "Would you take the other end already?" "Oh, sure!" Jelli laughed and took hold. "Sorry, Master, I forgot you were waiting for me. You know, it's awfully hard to hear you over this—" Lightning flashed. Thunder roared and pounded the heavens above. "You know what to do?" he shouted, as the wind swept his hat away, and his hair billowed into his eyes. " _Of course, Master!_ " Jelli shouted back. "I'm going to count to three! One—" " _On three, or after three?_ " Byron blinked. "What?" Jelli rolled her eyes with a slight smirk. " _You need to clarify things like that, Master!_ " Byron was so cold and so frustrated, his lips fumbled for a moment to put words together. "I don't—you don't—I— _on three! Of course!_ " "Okay!" She beamed. "On three! _One!_ " "Wait, I was going to—" " _Two!_ " Jelly and Dr. Byron began to swing the glass wheel device back and forth, slowly, carefully. Byron had to abandon the point to focus. Everything counted in the next ten seconds, more than anything had in his entire life up to this point. " _Three!_ " And with a simultaneous twirl of the wheel, they both let it drop. It went spinning down, moving with surprising slowness. Or maybe that was just Byron's panic and adrenaline seeming to slow everything around him down. Not waiting to watch, Byron ducked down, grabbed the knife from where it was impaled on the ground, and frantically sawed through the last strands of the cord on his end. "Got it!" he and his assistant said at once, as both remaining cords holding the pail—the _Harness_ —over the ley well snapped. At the same time, the Catalyst crashed against the basin of the copper pot, and the hissing of multiple gases escaping rose to a barely-perceptible level in Byron's ear. Then the Harness dropped away and out of sight, deep into the well, and all that remained were the faint trailings of the vapors as they streamed down after it. That and the silver cable still hooked onto the Harness and attached up above—above the little adobe roof of the well—to a winch made of solid green glass. Dr. Byron was looking right at that winch as the lightning struck it. He watched the glass pulsate, visibly struggling to contain the charge. He watched the silver glow and flicker as the electricity infused it and shot down the line. That lightning strike would be burned into his retinas for a long time. But so would the thought, expressed in a scream, a scream of pure belief—for without his belief, without his dream, alchemy would be nothing but superstition, nothing but a bunch of dead cats and seashells and semen and diamond dust in a copper pail—that he filled the air with, filled his mind with, the thought of what he had just done. What he had just created. " _It's_," he screamed into the light, as the thunder roared around him, as he and Jelli were both sent flying away from the well by a pulse of force like nothing he had ever experienced, " _a WIIIIFE!_ " Then he hit his head on a metal staff someone had thrown on the ground, and the night sky was filled with stars. ~ ~ ~ ~ "Master! Master!" Byron's eyes shot open. He found himself staring up into the eyes of Jelli, who was looking down at him with an expression like... ... like... Wait, how could he see her? Why was it suddenly so light out? Dr. Byron shot upright, nearly headbutting the goblin maid, and looked around in panic at the starry night sky, the beautiful moonlit hills. There was not a cloud in the sky. "How long was I out?" he demanded. "Oh, good, you're okay!" Jelli smiled, reaching down to help him to his feet. "I thought I'd let you sleep a little while, but then I noticed you somehow managed to find, erm, something hard to hit your head on, so I was wondering if you might've—" "You _let me sleep_?" He whirled on her, staring down at the goblin maid as she smiled innocently up at him. "In the middle of—" "Oh, hush, Master." She rolled his eyes. "Honestly, it was just, like, a few minutes. Ten or so. Half an hour, tops. You needed a break." "I'll tell you when I need to sleep! I can sleep when my work is complete!" Dr. Byron wanted to project fury into his voice, but he just sounded petulant. It didn't help that he yawned partway through. As she blinked slowly, pouting, he turned away—wincing at how his head ached with fast turns—and rushed up the hill. His heart was pounding. The storm had stopped. Had he thought clearly enough? Had the lighting been enough to permit the conduit? He scrambled up the ladder and leaped onto the well roof, ignoring how the tiles clattered and broke and slid away under his fumbling feet. He began winding up the winch, working as quickly as he could. Unfortunately, the weight of the Harness was immense, and Dr. Byron was not exactly living at his best. He panted, cranking the winch slower and slower on every round. "J-Jelli," he managed, "Is it... can you see..." "Master, stop that. You'll make the headache worse." Jelli folded her arms at the base of the well, frowning up at him. "I have no time for your warnings! What's in the Harness?" Jelli giggled, glancing down. "You mean the _pail_?" she chirped. " _Jelli, I command you! I am your Master! You are my minion! You will—_ " Byron's words broke like a deflating balloon as he lost the energy to shout and had to pour all he had into breathing in and out and pumping the winch. "Maybe you should try lifting with your legs." Dr. Byron gritted his teeth, but he couldn't deny Jelli's words. He had no energy to argue with her. So he just did as he was told, and channeled all his frustration at being expected to follow his mere assistant's instructions. "That's it, Master!" Jelli declared. "It's up!" Dr. Byron broke off, gasping for breath, and practically threw himself off the roof in his haste to lay himself down in the muddy grass. His suit was a mess. His hat was long gone. His face, he knew, had to be as red as a bag of turnips. "Come on, Master." Jelli sighed and helped him, again, to his feet. He could only nod weakly as she guided him to the Harness. "Is it... is she..." Dr. Byron stared longingly at the copper pail. The electro-etheric charge had fried most of the designs off of the Harness, and there were places where the metal was blackened. His gut went cold. In trying to make the Harness as conductive as possible, had he allowed it to be destroyed? Would he have to start over? Wait for another lightning storm? Find another three dead cats? Go through all of this torment again? In the face of fear and despair, impotent fury welled in him. This was Jelli's fault. This was the Teeth Tower's fault. Someone had to be to blame. It couldn't be his fault. And it _couldn't_ be no one's fault! There was always someone at fault! There had to be! He was peeking over the edge of the pail—and seeing that no one appeared to be inside it, that he had failed utterly and completely—when a nimble shape sprang up from the side of the Harness he couldn't see yet—bounced right over the edge and onto the grass before him. Byron and Jelli both jumped, Jelli shouting a yelp of fright, Byron's legs nearly giving out beneath him as he whirled to face this new... ... vision. And the heart of Doctor Eveni Byron stopped. After a moment, it began to race. The first things he noticed were her brilliant eyes—the left an almost neon green, the right an electric blue. They were unnaturally bright, curtained by thick, dark lashes, and were currently widened in excitement. Her eyes were beautiful, and as they met Dr. Byron's, the eyelashes fluttered. Her luscious cyan lips curved upwards in delight. She gazed at him in liquid adoration. He stared back, head spinning slightly from exhaustion, injury, and pure shock. No one had ever looked at him with an expression so full of... _love_. Devotion, even. Almost worship. The second thing he noticed was her form. Clad in a lacy pink dress that matched her fiery red hair like the sweetest of valentines, her outfit only served to accentuate her lush curves—her simply massive breasts, barely contained, with visible cleavage vast enough to get lost in. Her tits jiggled and bounced from her landing, and he could instantly tell from the way they moved and squished together that they were softer than the softest swan-down pillows, smoother than silken blankets, warmer than a nice, cozy bed right next to the crackling fireplace... The dress hugged those breasts tight as it stroked down the rest of her body, caressing her little waist and spilling easily over wide, generous hips that put even Jelli's to shame. She was slightly shorter than him, but as she beamed up at Doctor Byron, he found himself feeling strangely small. Powerless. Her odd eyes flickered. His tongue fumbled over words, and if anything, her smile seemed to widen as he mouthed something he could not quite muster sound for. And just when he felt sure he was about to muster a meek _hello_, she rushed forward with a squeal of glee and seized him in a tight hug. " _My love!_ " "I—" Byron was cut off as she kissed him, and his words gave way to a startled moan. She was _so soft_. Her dress did nothing to keep her breasts from squishing against his chest, her sweet peppermint scent filling his lungs. As her hot body pressed against him, the breath slipped from him, and it felt like he was suddenly drifting in clouds. As her warmth pressed against his clad cock, he felt intense arousal firing to life inside him. And she was a wonderful, perfect kisser, too. He felt his eyes closing in mere moments as her sweet lips smacked hungrily against him. Her moans filled his head. Her tongue slipped into his mouth and wrestled playfully with his own. Her lips were so plump and pouty, so clearly meant to kiss him, and kiss him, and kiss him... She pulled back with a giggle, and Byron found himself leaning after her without even thinking. He wanted more. More taste. More touch. But she was already gone, bouncing in place, licking and smacking her lips as though in satisfaction. Her hand had taken his, though, and her fingers were clasped with his without him really noticing. He stared at her, feeling strangely foggy. "W-Wha..." "I'm Meiri!" she bubbled. She brought his hand to her lips and kissed it chivalrously, with an extra loud, wet, " _Mwah!_ " She clapped his hand to her chest, her eyes shimmering with such radiant joy he half-expected to see hearts swirling in those eyes. Actually, he did. The sight made him do a double-take. Her eyes were filled with swirling hearts—like a flight of butterflies soaring across the blue sky, a school of pink fish swimming through the murky green waters. They spiraled with hearts. Danced with hearts. The hearts seemed to spin and flutter about for some time, eventually coming to rest in the centers of her pupils, coalescing into two big, central rosy-pink hearts in her eyes. He stared for a long moment, feeling strangely faint as he realized she was waiting for him to respond. Waiting for him to speak, not talking over him. His hand was still being clutched between her cleavage. Her body was soft. Warm. "I... I..." He struggled to find words. "I'm, um..." "What's your name?" she cooed, bouncing in place with unconcealed delight. "D-Doctor Byron." He swallowed, recognizing that this was not the answer she wanted from her little pout, and added, "Eveni." " _Eve!_ " she sang, eyelashes fluttering. "Ooh, that's, like, _suuuuuch_ a pretty-pretty name!" She leaned in and, without even hesitating, kissed him on the lips again. She tasted so sweet. " _Eve_." "Um—Eveni," he protested, frowning. 'Eve' was his childhood nickname. No one called him by nicknames anymore. She blinked up at him, and for a moment, he thought she was going to argue. He braced himself. But instead, to his surprise, she smiled and nodded eagerly. "Of course, Eveni!" She patted his hand fondly. "Whatever my _love_ wants." "R-Really?" Eveni blinked rapidly. She giggled. "But of course, my love! Why would I _ever_ do something you didn't like?" She pressed up against him, eyelids half-lowering to dusky bedroom eyes. "I mean, like... I'm your _wife_, aren't I?" He stared down into her pretty heart eyes and gulped. "Created to... love you..." She gave a happy sigh, leaning in to kiss his neck as her hands ran over his body. Her voice was barely a breath in his ear. "... _please_ you... give you _ev-ery-thing you want_..." Whereas her voice was a breath, he was barely breathing. Unconsciously, his own hands drifted down, and he found himself cupping her generous ass. She squealed happily as he did so. "Everything?" he murmured, unable to help a slight smile. " _Be_... mm... everything you want..." Her hands slipped down his body, caressing his sides, and started working at his trousers. She was grinding her hips against him, not even trying to conceal her wantonness. "Am I, like, doing a good job yet, my love?" He struggled to parse the question as she lifted her head, fixed his eyes in hers, and kissed him. The kiss was as lusty and desirous as the first, but now she was also practically humping him, and he moaned with pleasure. Gods, she was _so soft_... She gave a laugh like birdsong, pulling back and admiring him. But as he tried to form words again, she appeared to change her mind and impulsively leaned in to give him another kiss. Her sweetness mashed against him and turned his mind to temporary mush as she wriggled closer. "Oh, you're _so_ handsome, my love," she moaned, biting her lip, "I just... need... to _please_ you!" He blinked rapidly, his lips stumbling over words as she kissed him again, and again. "I—mm—can't—yes—Meiri!" "Yes?" She pulled back, batting her lashes. Her expression was totally innocent, and Byron wondered if perhaps he should have put in more newt heads for intellect. She seemed perfectly unaware of how... pleasant... her kisses were. As well as the effect her writhing hips were having on him. He struggled to find words to reply, to explain. "I... can we... pause for a moment?" She blinked, then beamed and nodded. "Of _course_!" she cooed, tugging him by the hand. "Oh, my poor, sweet lovely Eveni, my poor boy, of _course_ you must be _exhausted_!" "Wh—no, I mean—" He stared dumbly as she darted in and kissed him on the cheek again. "I mean. Maybe a little." He tried to ignore Jelli smirking over Meiri's shoulder. As if she'd find it any easier to stay focused right now in his shoes. "But I don't... need to go to bed." His words came out weak, uncertain, and again, Eveni braced himself for her to dismiss him. But instead, she nodded, eyes widening. "Oh, my dearest lovely lovey-dovey _love_!" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him tenderly. Giving up on trying to protest, he just let it happen. She was such a wonderful kisser, somehow even sweeter and softer than he'd imagined. She pulled back, smirking. "Of course you don't! My new husband can do as he pleases." Eveni nodded firmly. "He's not... sleepy." She winked. "Not even a little bit sleepy, no, no, of course not." He almost wondered if she was being sarcastic, but he hadn't put sarcasm into the spell, had he? He'd crafted the Harness to create for him the perfect wife, his ideal woman. His ideal woman wouldn't make fun of him. He blinked rapidly. She certainly _seemed_ sincere, judging by that dreamy, adoring gaze. There surely wasn't a drop of guile in her, he decided. His sweet Meiri was nothing but love and sugar. "Not even a little bit," she added indulgently, "sleepy." "Yes." He nodded, dizzy from the nonstop hail of affection. He couldn't quite remember what he'd been about to say. He smirked down at his hot little wife— _his wife_ —and reached down to cup her ass with both hands again. "Maybe, though... maybe we should go to bed. It's quite late." He didn't even bother to hide his true meaning. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jelli roll her eyes. He needed to run more tests, he knew, with a pang of guilt. He'd just created life from nothing—created the first construct ever made without using a base fey creature. He needed to ask her more questions, examine the remnants of the Harness to be sure that nothing could have gone wrong. But... He licked his lips as his new wife—and oh gods, _she was his wife_ —smiled up at him, the hearts swirling so prettily around his vision as she went up on her tiptoes to kiss him again. "If that's what you want, my love!" She nodded eagerly. "Whatever you wish, my dearest darling." Her voice was almost sickeningly sweet as she nibbled his earlobe. Eveni normally didn't have a sweet tooth, but he couldn't get enough of this. "Well..." He bucked his hips gently against her, watching her lips half-part in a gasp. He knew exactly what he needed to do. What she needed him to do. "I don't know, my _dear_." His heart fluttered with delight as she wriggled happily against him at the word, her smile dreamy and blissful. "What do you think?" "I think..." Her eyes opened wide, and she blinked up at the sky. "Ooh, my love, look at that!" She pointed up. He followed her finger. Up above them was the full moon, a beautiful, gleaming gold. "What?" Feeling another kiss on his neck, he looked back. Mairi beamed up at him, his shirt suddenly half-unbuttoned to allow her warmth to press closer to him. "A _honey_ moon," she purred, grinding against him. She was trying to tempt him. As if he needed temptation. He grinned and allowed her to lead them both down the hill. "Clean it all up, Jelli!" he called. "I'll be back soon!" He happily tuned out Jelli's complaints. He was too busy watching Meiri's pretty rear bounce with every step down the slope she took. ~ ~ ~ ~ As soon as they were back in the lair—a small cottage on the edge of the town, a kitchen, a bedroom, and a laboratory built somewhat in between the two—Eveni wasted no time telling his new 'wife' to undress. She did with nothing short of ecstasy, peeling away her form-fitting dress and striking a pose, a finger on her pouty lips, her hips thrust out to one side. She smiled up at him knowingly, and Eveni knew without looking that she had noticed his... tent. "Oh, darling," she murmured, licking her lips, "you seem... _tense_..." He bit his lip. "I-I—" "Shh." A finger went to his lips. She beamed, batting her eyelashes. "My love, oh, _lovely_ love—poor neglected thing..." She let him grope and fondle her ass, leaned in and let him smell her hair, breathe her sweet scent as she kissed his neck and chest. "You haven't had _anyone_ taking _care_ of you," she whispered in his ear, "the way a sweet, handsome boy like you _neeeeds_ to be taken care of." She thrust her hips forward against him for emphasis, eliciting a soft gasp. "Isn't that right?" "I... I..." "Haven't had a _truly loyal lover_," she hissed, guiding his fumbling footsteps towards the bed, "who will do _everything you tell her_." He moaned as his shirt fell away completely. He sank down onto the bed, staring up, stunned, at the perfect vision of beauty above him. His head was spinning. Pretty blue lips curved upwards in a smile. Her eyes—had it always been her left eye that was green?—shimmered and sparkled and swam with hearts. "I didn't think you have," she teased, straddling his hips. She started to rock back and forth, biting her lip. "O-Oh... you haven't had... the _pleasure_ you deserve... someone to _love_ you..." He stared up at his bride and licked his lips. "You love me?" She giggled. "Well, duh!" He felt silly for asking such an obvious question, and felt his cheeks reddening. She must have noticed, because her face fell, and the next thing he knew he was being bathed in kisses. "No, no, I didn't—mm—didn't mean—mmwah!—poor, sweet, darling husband, my _smart_, _clever_ husband, of _course_ I love you!" He panted. Her wriggling atop him, her unending kisses, were gradually overwhelming his senses. "And I know _you_ love _me_," she purred, grinding her hips, "because I was made to be _perfect_, wasn't I?" "Y-Yes," he groaned, and she kissed him again with a giggle. She was perfect. It was like Meiri knew every way to twist, wiggle, squirm to keep him as hard as he could bear and as needy as he could imagine. He stared up at her, wide- eyed, and watched her tits bounce. Perfect. She was perfect. "I'm gonna take _good_ care of you, aren't I?" she gushed, rising up and falling. The springs of his old bed squeaked unhappily, but a very different kind of yielding was filling Eveni's head as he watched her bounce in his lap. "Because, like, you know that's what a wife should do!" She batted her eyelashes. "Take care of her darling, _lovely, lovey-dovey dummy love_." "I—" He was cut off as she seized him in a kiss, another one, and he moaned and bucked helplessly as her pretty eyes captivated his. Her lips captivated his. Her tongue captivated his. Her scent, her touch, her warmth, her soft embrace, her hips— His struggles to buck upwards ebbed, then died, and he went limp in her arms. This pleased his wife, apparently, because she pulled back and stroked his hair, an adoring smile. "I just wanna, like, make you _happy_!" she cooed. Bounce. Bounce. His eyes settled dazedly on her tits. "And, like... you sure do... _feel_ happy." She put a finger to her lips with a smirk. "If only I could be _sure_!" "I..." He was slurring his words. Dizzy from kisses, dumb from pleasure. "Could fuck me. Fuck your husband. And... and if I came..." The creature's eyes lit up, and she kissed her husband for the 'good idea.' "That's _sooooo_ smart!" she squealed, bouncing faster. He whimpered and moaned and babbled his need. "You have _such_ smart ideas, my love. People must all think you're the _smartest boy in the whole world_." "I... yes." He nodded dully. "Yes, they do." She giggled, and for a moment, Eveni almost wondered if she knew he was lying. But how could she? He felt a dazed smile creep across his face as his trousers were tugged down, and suddenly he was naked beneath this avatar of lust and love and devotion. His erect cock stuck straight up, and she was... was right above it. How could she ever doubt him? She was his wife. He gasped and panted as she sank down onto him and started to rise and fall, smiling down at him all the while, the hearts swirling in her gorgeous eyes. She could never possibly imagine he had any faults. He had made her to love him. She cooed and wriggled and bounced. Her praise started to rise in pitch, though, as she sped up her bouncing, as he managed to weakly buck upwards, longing to fuck his gorgeous wife's brains out just as she seemed to be... to be... the thought slipped away as she lowered down to kiss him again. Dropped right into sweet peppermint brainless pleasure. He had made her to love him more than anything. To need him. To crave him. "Cum in me!" his wife was squealing, clinging to his unresisting body as she quivered and shook, intense pleasure evident on her gorgeous face, in her wide, shimmering eyes that seemed to flicker between green and blue whenever he blinked—"Cum, cum, cum, my husband! F-Finish your vows! _LOVE ME!_ " Her voice gave way to squeals of pleasure as she came. He had made her to love him forever, better than any mortal wife ever could. He came into utter ecstasy, plunging over the edge into something beautiful, something pink and warm and soft and sparkly-glowy-spiraly, came like the lovey-dovey lovely darling love he was, came and came and came inside his hot, irresistible wife. And even as he felt the climax giving way to afterglow, and her panting and gasping for breath began to subside, he found her beautiful heart eyes filling his once more, and his wife giggled. "Good boy," she cooed, stroking his hair. "But... that's not _all_ my handsome stud has for me, is it?" And she started bouncing again. Vaguely, he wondered why she felt a bit tighter than before. Or why he felt... bigger. More sensitive. Easier to arouse. Even more vaguely, he wondered at the glass jar he saw her setting carefully on the nightstand, and the fond smile she gave it. But then both her hands were on his chest, her eyes were on his, and his cock was inside her warmth once more. "That's _right_, darling husband," she cooed, rocking her lips and licking her lips in anticipation,
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"you wanna fill me _aaaaall_ up, now, _don't_ you?" Eveni was already exhausted, but his thoughts were too slippery, too sticky, too ooey-gooey and lovey-dovey for him to manage words. She was too soft. And he felt... so... _good_... He felt himself nodding meekly. Obediently. More. He needed more. She wanted more. As she should. It was her honeymoon, after all, and his adoring, hot little wife needed to get to enjoy it to the fullest. Eve was, he slowly realized, gulping as he stared up into those shimmering spiraling hearts and felt his cock beginning to throb with new life, in for a long, _long_ night. _THE END?_ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ _Nicole's Note: Thanks so much for reading! I'm still deciding whether or not to write a second chapter or get back to my other stories, but feedback is welcome! <3_ I think every guy on earth can relate with this story. Believe it or not, about 60% of it is true and the rest I embellished on what actually happened. Not a lot graphic sex, but just enough to hold your attention. "I'm not fucking dead yet," the voice in my head screamed as my wife said no to sex for the thousandth time. "Sex, sex, sex, is that all you think about?" Carol snapped at me. "If I got it once in a while, I wouldn't be thinking about it all the time" I replied. "If I gave you sex as much as you wanted it, we'd be doing it 24/7" she shot back. "And your point?" "For Christ's sake, your 58 years old and you've got the sex drive of a teenager." Your suppose to be slowing down, I can't do it every day, I need time to juice back up" Carol shouted at me. So the conversation went for the umpteenth time. We had tried to work out compromises but they never worked. I wanted to do it four times a week but would settle for three. Carol wanted once every other week but would settle for once per week; fuck I couldn't win. We finally settled on twice a week, once during the week and once on the weekend. This lasted for a week or two and then we were back to once a week. I was stymied. How could you not want to do something that gives you so much pleasure? To me sex with your wife was the best. I would do it every chance I could if she was willing; but that's the problem, she wasn't. Believe it or not, Carol had the higher sex drive when we first got married. I was working crazy hours at Home Depot, as a new department manager, and was always tired. She on the other hand was always lusting at me and I guess I turned her down too many times. After a while she just stopped asking, I guess too many rejections has a way of cooling you off. Just to give you a little back ground on myself. My name is Jim Moore and I'm going to be turning 59 this month. Physically I'm in better shape than I was at 25. I bike, run, skate and go to the gym at least four days a week. I come from a large catholic family, 5 brothers and 4 sisters, so you know there was sex going on in our house. I married at twenty-one to what you would call a hot chick. Ann and I met just before I went into the Marines in 1969. After boot camp we communicated through letters, phone calls and I saw her only on my leaves. Why she went out and stuck with me I'll never know. She was one of the most popular girls around and even though she was being hit on all the time, she was true to me while I was away. My year in Viet Nam changed me a lot. I was no longer the happy go lucky guy who didn't have a care in the world; I became a lot more serious, war has a way of doing that to you. I proposed one drunken night on the phone and she accepted; she did call the next night to confirm that I'd really meant to ask her. When I got out we got married and after two kids, the first being a mistake, we had a pretty decent life. Things were hot and heavy for the first five years but some how life got in the way and work and the kids became our main focus. I never saw it coming. Everyone, I mean everyone knew she was fucking around but me. They say love makes you deaf, dumb, blind and stupid; and I can now attest to that. Perry was one of our best friends, I guess her more so than me. Ann was on her weekend get away when I found out. I tried to reach her at the motel, because of a family emergency but she hadn't even checked in. I frantically called Gary, whose wife Penny was supposed to be with Ann this weekend, thinking that they'd changed motels and she had called him. Consider my shock when his wife answered the phone, the jig was up. Between Gary and I, we found out what the fuck was going on, and with whom. God did I feel stupid. Everyone was laughing behind my back and no one had the decency to fucking tell me, with friends like that who needs enemies. She was shacked up at his apartment and Penny was covering her ass for her. The earth moved when my loving wife came home Sunday night. It got real ugly with her packing up her stuff and moving in with her sister, leaving me with the kids. To make a long story short, she filed, got custody of the kids and I got fucked big time. I ended up paying 30% of my salary in child support and lost the fucking house. Was I bitter, hell yes, did I want revenge, hell yes; but it took me twelve years to get it. The one thing I did learn thought, was to keep your eyes wide open especially when your gut tells you there's something wrong. Two years later I thought I found the girl of my dreams, Diana. Good looking with a great body, smart, had a professional job and most of all; she loved sex. We spent more than one weekend during the cold winter months in bed fucking the entire weekend away. I didn't have a lot of extra money, due to getting ripped by child support, but that made no difference to her; she loved me. We had a whirlwind romance and within nine months we were close to moving in together. It was after dinner one night Diane got all serious and said she wanted to talk to me about something. "Shit here it comes, the brush off" I thought to myself as we sat down on her couch. "There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about for a while but I just don't know how to tell you, so here it goes; I can't have kids" she told me. "Ok, what's the problem?" I asked. "You mean you don't care?" she replied. "My last boy friend couldn't hit the door fast enough" she told me. "Look Di, I already have two boys that are more than a handful." "Even though it might have been nice to have a child with you, it isn't a deal breaker, for me anyway" I told her. You'd think I'd just told her that she'd won the lottery the way Di was all over me after that. We spent that night and the next day in bed doing things that are band in thirty states and by twelve religions worldwide; in other words, we had fun. I moved in with her and six months later we got married in a small family ceremony. I should have known, with my past bad luck, that something was coming but it came fast and hard. Diane worked for GM and it seems that they were closing their Minneapolis office. Because of her years of service, she was given her choice of transfer locations including Memphis Tenn or Jacksonville Florida. How often do you get a chance to transfer from the frozen North of Minnesota to sunny Florida; guess which location we picked. The company bought our house and even shipped us to Florida so we could find a house before transferring; god I loved this company. We found a beautiful house five miles from the beach and life was finally starting to go our way. We moved, and then it all started to unravel. The pay scale in Florida sucked and the jobs were few and far between. There was very little manufacturing and what there were, paid only 50% of what I was making up north. I finally took a supervisory job in a paper converting plant on second shift. The hours sucked, the work was hard and the pay didn't even cover all my expenses when you took my child support into consideration; life became pretty rough. I did odd jobs to supplement our income, but that meant I was way from home and Di hated that. Our life together became tense and our sex life started drying up. G.M. was always sending her to some type of training or team building seminars. They were always during the week and lasted any where from two to five days. Every time she came back from one of these outings we seemed to grow further apart. I tried to turn it around but nothing seemed to work. Two days after her last trip Di announced that she wanted a divorce. "We're no longer close and I feel it time to get on with my life," she told me. "There isn't anyone else Jim, it's just that I don't love you anymore." That was a major hit to my ego and masculinity. Having gone through it once before, I basically said fuck it and she could have her divorce if she was that fucking unhappy. Money was very tight so she moved into the spare bedroom. Di went to work at 8:00 every morning but most days I didn't start until almost 11:00. I told a few of my buds at work and to a one they thought she was cheating on me. Wed I waited for Di to go to work, and then searched her bedroom. It didn't take me more than ten minutes to find letters and even a tape of her new man. He also worked for G.M. but in another division. They were getting together every time she went on one of her working seminars. "The fucking bitch" I screamed as I put everything back where I'd found it; excluding the videotape. I did however made two copies, sending one to her parents and the one I kept in a secure place. I took half of our meager savings and found a small apartment across from where I worked. It was in a very bad neighborhood, but the rent was cheap. Two days later shit hit the fan. Her parents called the house and I told them that their loving daughter was cheating on me and that we were going to get a divorce. They wanted to talk to her, but I said she was out and that she didn't know yet that I knew about her and her new fuck buddy; and yes I had sent them the tape. They said they'd call back tomorrow around suppertime. I thanked them for being such supportive in laws and that I'd miss them; boy I laid it on thick. G.M. was a whole different matter. I made two more copies and sent one each to their bosses with a note saying that because of their affair, my wife and I were getting a divorce. That I was going to pursue my legal rights because basically the two of them were fucking around at a company sponsored seminar. It didn't take more than 24 hours for someone to contact me. They didn't give a shit about my marriage, my wife or her fuck buddy; but when I mentioned something about going public and talking to a reporter, I got their attention. My wants were simple I told them; pay for my upcoming divorce, six months of rent, demote the two of them and put a written reprimand in their personal file. I knew that once a black mark was in their files, they'd never be promoted again; a gift that keeps giving. Diane came home and was spitting fire. I told her to sit down so we could talk but it was way beyond that. "Look bitch, if you hadn't fucked around on me I would have walked away and you never would have heard a peep out of me" I explained. "But I found out you've been lying to me for at least six months and probably fucking him for at least as long." Di tried to say it was only about the two of us, but I'd already heard enough of her bullshit. "Fuck yourself Di, I'm almost moved out and by the way, your mom and dad will be calling tonight to find out why a daughter of theirs decided to cheat on her husband, have a good life" I said as I walked out for the final time. I let her get an attorney and divorce me. She tried sticking me with a lot of bills and shit so I just threatened to do a chapter 7 and told them all to fuck off. About four months later she sold the house and moved away, where to I couldn't tell you, and frankly I didn't give a shit. One-night a year later, I burned our wedding pictures one by one ending that chapter in my life. So here I sit wondering what the hell to do. As you read in the first part of my story, Carols sex drive has dwindled to almost nothing and here I sit dick in hand wondering what to do. Outside of sex, Carol is perfect. She's good looking, a great cook and we have basically the same likes and dislikes. We joked around when we got married that before either one of us ever thought of getting a divorce we'd commit suicide because the stigma of three divorces would be way too much humiliation for either one of us to live with. So, with that in mind, I decided to take two lovers. You may ask why two and that's a valid question. If I took one, I might get too hung up with her and do something stupid like leave my wife. With two however, I would be having sex with three women, satisfying my urges and splitting my time equally among them. I never considered it cheating, because I wasn't taking anything from Carol that she wanted or needed. So my search began. My company was donating old computer to needy individuals attending the community college. I was in charge of handing them out so when I met Dawn I took notice. She was a single mother, who was going to school at night to get her AA degree. I got her a CPU, monitor and told her I'd work on securing her a printer. To say she was overjoyed was an understatement. Two weeks later, I gave her an old HP printer and two reams of paper. You may think that I'm some type of fucking predator, no way. It's just that Dawn was damm good looking and I couldn't imagine how she could be single. I'd forgotten about her until three weeks later when Dawn asked if I had the Microsoft Office software package. "I don't know if it's legal for me to pass it around, but if you don't tell anyone where you got it, I guess it'll be alright," I told her. We kicked around how we were going to handle this when she ended the discussion. "Look, I don't normally give out my address but you seem to be safe, being married and all, so if me meet me at my house after 6:00 we can load it on my machine" she told me. "Hell, I'll even throw in dinner" she said with a smile. I told Carol I'd be late and not to wait dinner on me. I rang Dawn's bell at five to six and a little girl answered. "Is your mommy home?" I asked. She nodded and opened the door for me. Standing in the doorway I waited for Dawn. "I think you should tell your daughter not to let anyone in the house," I told her when she came in from the kitchen. "You don't know how many crazies there are out there, better to be safe than sorry." She thanked me, told me she'd talk to her girl and showed me into the den where the computer was set up. Loading the disks, it said it would take two hours to fully load; as I said, it was an old computer. "Why it's loading why don't we have a bite to eat?" she asked. "Works for me, where can I wash up" I asked. "Use the bathroom down the hall to the right" she instructed. The house was in total disrepair. The sinks leaked, the handles on all the doors were loose and a hundred other things that a husband normally fixes. She explained that she kicked her ex-husband out when she caught him fooling around with a woman at his work. She forgave him once but the second time, she caught them in their marital bed, and she kicked his ass out. "No loss, he hadn't touched me in a year anyway; I guess he was getting all he could handle from his group of whores" she told me. "God, how could you stand not having sex for a year, I'd have gone ballistic" I laughed. "I have my little girl, work and night school so I really don't have the time to think about it" she told me. "Besides, he was a lousy lay anyway" she said in a matter of fact voice. "Let's check on that software and see how it's coming," she told me. "Damm, it's still got another hour to go" I exclaimed. "Look, you have any tools around here?" I asked. "As long as we're waiting, let me do a few things that need to be done" I told her, and that's what I did for the next hour and a half. Dawn got her daughter ready for bed and I went room-to-room repairing what ever I could. By eight thirty, the baby was in bed and the software had just finished loading. "Thanks' for all your help" Dawn said walking into the den. "Now I don't have to worry about getting locked into the bathroom and having the door knob come off in my hand again" she said with a laugh. "You really are a jack of all trades," she told me. "How are you with electrical?" she inquired. "I have a dryer out in the garage that I can't use because I don't have the right plug setup." "An electrician told me that he'd do it for $150.00 plus parts, but I don't have a $150.00" she told him. Show me what you've got and I'll see what I can do." She took me to her garage and showed me her dryer and electrical box. "All I need is a standard dryer plug, a receptacle and a box and you'll be up in running." "I'll get the parts and put it in Thursday night if you're home; it shouldn't take no more than an hour" I told her. "That would be great," she told me. "No more going to the laundromat" she said with a smile. "Well I've got to be getting home" I told her. "Why don't I plan on stopping right after work on Thursday and I'll even bring the pizza." "I can't argue with that" she replied. She walked me to the door, stopped for a moment and kissed me. "Thank you for all your help, I appreciated it more than you can imagine," she said giving me another, this time with tongue. I started getting a tent in my pants. "I'd better go, or I'm going to end up giving you something special also" I said with a smile as I walked to his car. I told Carol that night, I'd be helping a few people in the "Parents Without Partners Group" on the nights she had things planned. "They just need a few things fixed in their homes and they don't have the money to get them done," I told her. "Well if there's one thing you know how to do, is how to fix things," she replied. I wanted to jump her bones that night, but she gave me the better luck next time look, so I took a cold shower and went to bed, damm it. I was at Dawn's house shortly after 5:30. It should be an easy job unless I ran into something weird. I shut off the power, installed the box and receptacle, attached the plug and presto; a working dryer. I moved the dryer next to the washing machine so Dawn could put the wet clothes from one to the other and went looking for her. She was in the kitchen preparing something when I came up behind her. "Done, what's next on the agenda?" I asked. A startled, Dawn jumped back almost falling to the floor. I caught her before we both went onto the kitchen table. "I never heard you come in" an embarrassed Dawn told me as she straighten her dress. "You scared the shit out of me, I'm not use to hearing a man's voice in the house," she said with a chuckle. "Well your dryer works, so I thought I'd look at the bathroom sinks, unless you have more pressing issues?" I told her. "There's so much that needs fixing, knock yourself out" she told me. I replaced the washers, caulked the sinks and cleaned out the traps; damm there was a lot of hair in them. "That's the way their suppose to work" I said with a swelled head. "When you're good, you're good." By that time, Dawn had the pizza on the table and was calling for me. "Where's your little girl", I asked. "Amy's at the neighbors" she replied. "She's on a sleep over" Dawn answered. "We're alone tonight." As We started to eat Dawn finally asked me, "what's your story Jim and don't give the bull shit story about you being some kind of home fixing saint; I felt you kiss me back before you left last time" she said getting us another glass of wine. I relented and spill my guts about my past, Carol and my unsatisfied sex life. "It's not like I don't love her, because I do, but she's lost all her sex drive; what am I suppose to do now?" I asked. "This" Dawn said grabbing me by the hand and leading me into her bedroom. We sucked, fucked and enjoyed ourselves to the fullest over the next hour and a half. Dawn liked her pussy eaten and I was more than happy to oblige her. She then proceeded to suck me off until I got rock hard and road me until she got off not once but twice. Her tits were small, but sensitive. She liked when I twisted her nipples but fucking loved it when I licked and sucked on them; I felt like she was trying to nurse me by the way she kept asking me to suck them. I tried to get her to try anal but she told me, "Maybe next time, you need something to look forward to, don't you?" I laughed and asked how did she know there'd be a next time. "I've got a ton of shit left for you to fix and I've got a pussy that's going to need attention at least once a week; any more questions?" I took a quick shower, "no use blowing it by going home with pussy on your breath" I thought to myself. We made a standing date for every Thursday, unless something came up. This went on for two months when Dawn added something else to the game. "Tammy's a single mother and has a house down the street that needs a mans touch, if you know what I mean." "I've taken the liberty of telling her about my, friend with benefits, and she's interested." "You'd like her, blonde hair, blue eyes and a tight body for a 45 year old broad" Dawn said with a laugh. "If you'd like, we'll sneak over and talk to her but only after you've taken care of my needs," she said with a wicked smile. We started on the kitchen counter that night. It was the perfect height for me to eat Dawn's shaved pussy, that's right, she shaved it for me. I'd turned her onto a little ass play by reaming her with my tongue and then adding a finger or two but tonight she was giving me the whole enchilada. I picked her up and carried her from the counter and laid her onto the kitchen table. I put a little anal ease on my fingers and continued to eat her pussy while I slipped in one then two fingers into her ass. I went slow enough so as not to hurt her and with the sounds she was making I was doing it just right. With my thumb and index finger I lubed up my dick and placed the head at her anal opening. "Relax," I told her as I pushed just the head past her anal ring. I saw her grimes a little and told her to stay motionless until she adjusted to having it in her ass. It took me five more minutes before I could move in and out of her ass with ease. With one hand I fed her ass my dick and with the other, worked her pussy and clit. Damm she was tight and it felt so fucking wonderful. This was my first ass and I wasn't going to ruin my chances of getting it again by going too fast. Soon we were pounding away as she begged me to fuck her harder. I knew I wasn't going to last more than a minute or two so I concentrated on her clit. I used a little lube and in no time she was asking me to finger her also. She let loose with a howl and almost bucked me off her. I shot my load in her ass and continued to work her pussy until she had a second orgasm; I had my reputation to consider. I got soft after a few minutes and fell out of her ass. "That was interesting but I like pussy fucking a whole lot better" she said grabbing me. "We stink and need a shower before we go over to Tammy's; we wouldn't want her to get the wrong idea now would we?" she said leading the way. Tammy has a small three-bedroom house. It was clean, but had the same issues as Dawn's, little things that needed to be done. I told her I would be more than happy to help her when she grabbed my neck and pulled me to her lips. "I'll be so grateful if you would," she told me. Both of them laughed and said I was going to need vitamins in order to keep up with the two of them; and I probably would. Tammy liked it slow and gentle unlike Dawn. It was more like making love than fucking her, a nice change. Things got strained when Dawn added another women to our group. Joyce's husband left her but tore apart the house before he leaving. It took me three nights to just straighten the doors and put on new locks; what an asshole. I was now getting more sex than I'd ever had in my entire life and loved it. Literally, I could get laid ever night if I wanted to, but ended up seeing Joyce on Tuesdays, Tammy on Wednesdays and Dawn on Thursdays. This went on for six months and that's when it fell apart. Carol had come up to me Friday after dinner and given me a hug and wet kiss. "I want to thank you for not bugging me for sex the last couple of months, it makes it all that much more special when we make love now" she told me. "So tonight I'm going to give you something special," she said with a grin grabbing my hand. You now you ask what we did that was so fucking special; we did it with the lights on. Carol never did it with the lights on especially if we had oral sex, and we did tonight. She still didn't have the technique of Dawn, but got me off pretty quick; she did however run for the bathroom after I shot my load into her mouth. I then proceeded to munch through her bush, do her from behind and shot my load as far into her as I could. Was it wild crazy monkey sex like it was with Joyce, no, it was loving making at its best. We fell asleep nude in each other's arms and life was still good. After breakfast we went to Lowes so I could pickup a few things while Carol strolled through the garden shop. "Jim Moore" a voice from behind called my name. "Yes, I'm Jim" I replied turning around. "My name is Beth Thomas, I got your name from Dawn and Tammy" she told me. "I don't know if you have the time, but I've got a few things I need done around my house and being single I don't have a clue where to start." "I've been alone about a years since my husband left, so I'm really interested in your benefit package as well" she said with a smile. "This is my address and phone number," she said giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Call me anytime, I'm always available" she said with a wink. If I'd been single, alone or anything else I would have been safe, but about fifteen feet behind Beth stood my wife; I was fucked. "Hi honey, this is Beth, she also needs a few things repaired at her place also," I said trying to make light of the situation. "I also need his help with other issues, if you know what I mean" she said with a wink probably thinking Carol was one of my other "friends". "Jim's my husband, and if there's any "issues" he's going to work on, he's going to work on them at home; not with some slut" she told Beth in an angry tone. "Jim we're leaving" Carol said turning her back on both of us and headed towards the exit. "You're married?" was her first reply. "I had no idea or I never would have said a word," she told me. "I think you're in big trouble," she said watching Carol walk out the door. "Well, if she kicks you out, I have a spare bedroom you can crash in" she said as I ran towards the door. The ride home was quiet, too quiet. When I pulled into the garage, Carol bolted out of the car and into the house. I sat there for a minute pondering my next move when Carol yelled, "get your ass in here now god dammit." Well, at least it's out in the open. Carol ripped into me for the next half hour. She told me what a cheating bastard I was and how she should just kick my ass to the fucking curb. How she could never go into Lowes because I was fucking all the women shopping there; and on and on and on. "Carol, why don't you shut the fuck up" I finally told her. This was the first time in our marriage I'd spoken to her in that manner. "Jim, how dare you talk to me in that tone" she replied. I stood up and started walking away when she yelled, "where the hell do you think you're going, we're not near done talking yet" she bellowed. "Yes we are" I replied. "I'm going over to Dawn's house to fix a window or two and then I'm going to fuck her silly; so if you don't mind, I've got to gather up my tools" I told her. Carol just stood there with her mouth wide open not having a clue what to say. "You can't do that Jim, you're married," she finally said. "And so" I responded. "I told you, hell, I begged you to make love to me Carol, I pleaded even for a mercy fuck now and then and you refused me flat" I told her. "Do you know why I haven't been chasing you for the last seven months, I've been getting all the sex I can handle from three different women." "I take care of their house hold repairs and they take care of my needs, needs I'm not getting taken care of by my wife at home." "So if you want me to leave, just say the word, because I've got more than one place I can move into; just let me know," I told her as I went into the garage. I'd gotten my tools together, loaded them into my truck and was about to leave when Carol came into the garage. "We need to talk, but not out here she told me." "Ok Carol, what do you want?" I asked. "Wear a condom, I don't want you bringing home any diseases and giving me one," she told me. I stood there stunned. "So you're ok with it?" I asked. "No, and we're not going to talk about it ever again" she told me. "As far as I'm concerned, you're just helping out a few single mothers to keep a good roof over their head, that's all." "How they pay you is up to them." "But so help me Jim Moore, you get one of them knocked up or bring home a gift that I have to go to the doctor to get rid of, I'm not only going to kick your ass to the curb, I'm going to cut your dick off too" she yelled. "So now you have a choice, you can take me upstairs and fuck the shit out of me or go over to Dawn's and fix her damm windows; what'll it be?" Carol and I fucked for the next two hours and I made damm sure she got off at least four times. After taking a break Carol finally spoke up. "I still can't do this every fucking day," she told me. "And I'm in awe that you can satisfy three, make that four women week in and week out" she told me. "Like I told you, satisfy your urges where you like, but you eat at fucking home; do you understand?" "Yes dear, now enough talk, there's a few things I've learned over the last few months I've been dying to try" I told her; and we did for the rest of the day and night. Sunday morning I was at Dawns fixing two stuck windows and Tuesday I was at Joyce's taking care of something in her bedroom; life was good. Over the years I've gone through at least twelve different women and ten different houses. The only constant during this time has been Dawn. It's come to a point, where I think she's breaking things just to keep me around, maybe I should tell her I'm will to just take care of her "needs" without fixing anything; maybe we'll have that conversation next week. But right now, Candy's got that look in her eyes that tells me it's time to take care of her special needs, a man's work is never done I guess.
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_****Hey all! This is my first piece ever so I am still keen to learn! Comments, feedback and suggestions would be appreciated._ This is also only the first chapter, a taste/build up, if you will. So please let me know if you'd like more! For those of you who are interested, this is story is based on truth ;) Enjoy!**** I stood there, captivated by the tingling energy I had felt when we made eye contact. I began dropping my gaze from her lips and noticed that she was breathing huskily too... Her shoulders were rising and falling and the constant smooth expanding and contracting of her chest was making her nipples push up against the sheer blue satin shirt she was wearing. I moaned quietly, biting my lip and closing my eyes; fighting the magnetism between us and denying my every instinct to walk to her and run my hands along the sides of her body. Rooted to the spot, I kept my eyes closed for a few moments, trying to contain my rasping breath and will away the throbbing in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, she was standing in front of me. She slowly reached out and took my hand, and at the moment I felt the contact between our skin it was like my entire body imploded into this tugging of lust. She looked at me shyly and ran her hand up my arm until it settled down on the nape of my neck. I can't even remember how long I'd been fantasizing about this experience, my first time with a woman. I've always been straight, I know that much. But there is something about the sensitivity and sensation that can only exist between two women that had always been my secret that I had been longing to try. I met her, this goddess that was standing in front of me three weeks ago. I didn't even remember how we ended up organising that but I no longer cared. All I wanted was her. "Hi," she whispered. I didn't trust myself to look at her. I was yearning, trying desperately to maintain my grasp on all my logical thoughts which were turning to liquid and pooling into a place deep inside of me with every second that passed. "Just tell me to stop if you need to" her voice was sultry, flirtatious and somehow every word that passed through her lips turned me on even more. Then, she began to inch her lips closer to mine in a cruelly slow manner that almost had me begging, her lips stopped so close to mine that with every breath we took, our lips would rub against one another's. "Please..." the word escaped my lips sounding like a whimper, it seemed that was all the motivation she needed and she ran her hands shockingly quickly up my sides and resting on my breasts, stopping sharply with her fingers lightly pinching my nipples. A smile spread across her face, and there was a glint in her eye that I couldn't quite understand. "Please what?" she asked, suddenly commanding and in control. Her change in stance into the clear dominant role made me wet, I could feel my clit throbbing and aching, badly wanting her touch; her fingers, lips and tongue. I shivered, pangs of desire running through me burning hot and primal. All the answers to that question began running through my mind and I descended into a whirlpool of fantasies, leaving the words stuck in my throat. "Come with me" she said, once again disorienting all my thoughts, taking my hand and leading me to the bedroom. My excitement was mounting and my desire reaching heights I never knew existed, but rather than throwing me down onto the bed, she stopped and turned, gesturing that I sit down on the edge of the bed as she turned away from me. When she turned to face me again, she was holding two glasses of chilled champagne that glinted and sparkled in the subtle ambient light filling the room. She handed me my glass and process to take a sip from hers. Watching her lips part and then close on the glass dripping with condensation made my burn up inside. "Try it," she purred, "it's quite the sensation." And so I averted my gaze and slowly took a sip, the cool liquid lubricating the inside of my mouth and the alcohol making my head spin a little. It was as if I had been electrocuted when her lips, all cold and soft from the chilled glass, found their way onto the side of my neck. A gentle moan escaped my lips and my back arched slightly as I lost myself in the feeling of her lips trailing down my neck and onto my chest. I felt her gracefully take the champagne out my hand whilst easing me to lie on my back on the bed. She straddled me and kissed me deeply and it's as if a switched had been flicked as the passion shot through us both. Our kisses became rough and she had her hands entangled in my long hair and my nails were digging slightly into the arch other back as our hips ground subtly against one another. She started moving down along my body and I felt her fingers hooking into the top of my cut off denim shorts. She glanced up at me quickly, as if seeking my approval and upon seeing the expression on my face, hastily unbuttons my shorts and slipped them off, along with my underwear; leaving me spread eagled and exposed on the bed. She kneeled between my legs, admiring my wet, shaven pussy. The anticipation was killing me, I just wanted her to reach out and touch me. My hips were grinding slightly at just the thought. "Fuck. That is so fucking hot" she panted, and slowly reached out her hand. She tentatively ran one finger over my clit, and the contact made me hips buck up to her hand and had me moaning and dripping onto the bed. She caringly hushed me, and looked at me as she slid two fingers deep inside me. I was so wet, and already so tight that the pressure of her fingers pushing up against me from inside almost sent me immediately over the edge. With that, I collapsed and gave into the sensations, sinking into a wonderful place knowing that this was going to be one of the best experiences of my life.
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We had just gone for a walk. That's all. I had no idea that the afternoon was going to get sexy although by now I should have known the signs and my own inclinations. He had brought a couple of bottles of wine and his inevitable back pack. He never goes anywhere without it, as it contains all the items he likes to use on me, but it didn't ring any alarm bells because, as I said, he always has it with him. It might contain nothing more than a picnic, and perhaps some extra bottles of wine, but I never knew exactly what he had in that bag. We found a nice little glade almost hidden in the undergrowth, just a small area of grass surrounded by bushes, and a few more mature trees. The leaves of the silver birches had started to turn that lovely golden colour of autumn, the bark shining in the late sunshine, making the trunks look like columns of fire. He spread a blanket on the ground and opened a bottle. It was a strong dry white, my favourite, and too often my downfall because it usually only takes a glass or two to lower my inhibitions. Three or four, and I'm a slave to his wishes! As it was still quite warm I was dressed in a pair of white shorts, very short shorts, cut high on the leg to expose more flesh than was seemly, and only just covering my vital bits, the back so tight it parted my cheeks and pushed them apart to show off my cute bum to its very best, the waist band only just covering the Brazilian I had carefully shaved just for him – hipsters perhaps but more like very low rise, so low the zip was only an inch or so long. My top was almost see-through silk, again just for him, to excite and inflame his sexual desire for me. It was held together by a knot in front, just below my bust, revealing my bare belly and that bunny girl, belly button ring he had persuaded me to have done last year. I felt and looked very exposed, again just for him. He loves me to look sexy, well more than sexy. He wants me to look like a hooker, and I give in to his desire because it makes him want to have me so badly and when he does, guess what, I give in to that desire too. The only other items of clothing were my boots, the most impractical things to wear in the forest, but just right to get him going: knee high, four inch stiletto heels, white to match my top and shorts. All pure and virginal you might think, but that was the last thing on my mind, because there was nothing pure about my thoughts. I wanted him so much and he knew it, but he was going to make me want him a lot more before he allowed me any satisfaction. He was going to tease me until I begged him for it, as he knew so well I would. That is how we like to do it. I am quite submissive, while he is domineering to the point of being almost sadistic. He will often make me beg to suck his cock, then beg to take his cum down my throat, beg to be fucked, beg to be made to cum and in fact beg to be his slave. Now don't go feeling sorry for me because it all drives me wild. He gives me such incredible climaxes and so many, that every little plea is worth it, every word of submission is like a prayer for more – and he makes sure that my prayers are always answered! So there we were. I was sitting with my legs tucked under me in a pose of butter-wouldn't-melt-in-my-mouth modesty, or at least as modest as a girl can be, dressed as I was. My titties were standing proud against the tight silk of my shirt, my nipples dimpling the sheer material. It was quite warm in our sheltered glade and I was perspiring slightly, partly from the heat, but more in anticipation as he refilled my glass. The gloss of perspiration on my boobs made the silk transparent, sticking to my skin like a thin sheet of gossamer. As I was drinking my third glass of wine he looked over at me. 'Why don't you kneel on the blanket so I can see you better?' he said. Without a murmur I shifted onto my knees. 'Put your hands behind your back.' His voice, though quiet, was commanding and I did as I was told. From his bag he drew a white silk scarf. Now he was grinning wickedly. Holding the scarf in his two big fists, he covered my eyes and knotted it at the back tightly. I could see nothing. 'I've a present for you,' he whispered. I know the surprises he likes to give me and my heart fluttered with expectation. I heard him delve into the bag and the clanking of metal. Then he reached behind me and drew my forearms together against my butt. I felt the cold steel of the handcuffs close tightly on my wrists and let out a long sigh of surrender. Already little eddies of desire were radiating from my pussy and I was hungry for his cock. He pulled down my hands and hooked the chain under the heels of my boots. I was trapped with my arms hard against my back and my body arched backwards, pushing out my swollen titties. He pulled on the chain, checking that it was secure. It was and I could hardly move my arms at all. Then his hands were on my breasts, slowly moulding and massaging them, stroking my peeping nipples through the silk, making me squirm with longing and bringing moans of delight from my lips, as his fingers nipped the tips. I thrust out my breasts, trying to rub myself against him, wanting to feel the hardness of his sex pressing against my stomach. 'Don't make me wait. Please don't make me wait,' I begged blindly, imagining his cock big and stiff inside his pants. 'Not yet,' he murmured, pulling away from me and relishing his power over me. 'You'll do anything for me, won't you?' he asked forthrightly. 'Yes,' I said. Anything, I thought, if you'll just fuck me, my darling. 'You remember what we talked about last night?' I could feel the warmth of his breath against my neck. 'Yes,' I said again, though now more uncertainly. His hands returned to my breasts, squeezing them lovingly, tantalisingly. 'You remember how excited you got when I told you to imagine that I was a stranger taking you against your will?' I should say here that my husband is the only man I have ever slept with. I was his virgin bride. Well, perhaps we didn't wait until the altar but ours was an exclusive relationship because, to be really honest, he is the only man I've met that I have ever wanted. But sometimes he talks about sharing me with other men and the appalling truth is that nothing turns me on as much. The night before, he had tethered me to the bed, my legs splayed over his shoulders, and he had fucked me relentlessly; and as I struggled against my binding, as I took him deep inside me and pretended that he was some anonymous lover who had seized me and was using my body as his fuck toy, he told me all the things that this mythical man would do to a cock-hungry whore like me, and I came so hard that I barely knew who I was with, only that I had never orgasmed so deeply and satisfyingly. As he pounded me through my climax and on to another, I knew that I just couldn't help it: I love to fantasise about having sex with strangers. In my dreams I don't even want to know their names but just to feel an unknown, uncaring cock invading my body and taking me to unrealised heights. But that was just our fantasy, wasn't it? He would never really do that to me, would he? I heard him stand up. Again he was rummaging in his bag. Then there was a whirring noise and I realised that he had turned on his camcorder. He seemed to be videoing me from every angle for his collection. He must have hundreds of films of me but never tires of taking more in different states of dress and undress, different poses and then, of course, there are the films of the two of us making love here, there and everywhere. I sensed him next to me again. He leant over me and pecked me on the forehead. 'I'm going to leave you now. Who knows, maybe today will be the day that you fulfil your fantasy. Bye!' I heard his footsteps receding into the distance. Now I was utterly alone and defenceless. Soon he'll be back, I told myself, and then he'll ram his gorgeous cock into my mouth and fuck me to exhaustion. He would, wouldn't he? Blindfolded, bound and helpless, I waited and, as I waited, I began to remember all the things he had said that a stranger would do to me, his cock- hungry whore. And the more I remembered, the more I realised how much my plight was turning him on; and that began to arouse my poor, needy pussy. Who knows how long passed? With every whisper of a falling leaf or rustle of a scurrying squirrel, my mind jumped to attention and began to imagine what might befall me. Was I frightened in this precarious situation? Yes, of course I was, but there was a much stronger sensation coursing through my veins – the thrill and fear of being forced to have sex with another man and discovering how a strange cock would feel stretching my pussy where only my husband's cock had been before. These were the mixed emotions that scampered through my consciousness. After a while I heard two unfamiliar voices not far away. They were definitely men's voices. Perhaps they were innocent walkers and they wouldn't see me. Or had he really arranged for his (my?) fantasy to come true? Surely he wouldn't do that. As I pondered my plight, I could feel my fear battling against my sexual curiosity. Did I want them to notice me? At one moment fear and shame would gain the upper hand and I would duck my head, as best I could, in order to hide from their prying eyes. Then the next I would remember the yearning hunger I had felt the night before and imagine my husband's pleasure as he watched me from the bushes yielding my pussy to another man's pleasure, and I could feel my cunt moistening at the prospect of its surrender. And so, I decided to let chance determine my fate and, head held high, bosom pushed out in defiance, I waited to see what would happen. The sound of talking approached until it was so close that my heart was pounding, my breath was held in abject fear. Please pass me by, I prayed, thinking better of my former foolhardiness. I don't need strangers to make me cum when I have a wonderful husband to do that. And then the words I dreaded! 'Bloody hell! Look! There!' His colleague laughed, 'God, what a gift.' So my husband had delivered me to these fellows. I had no idea who they were as I knelt before them – a human sacrifice to their desires. White boots, white pants and white shirt, cuffed and blindfolded, my breasts voluptuously straining against their confines and my pussy smooth, moist and tight. I heard them stroll over to me. I could feel their presence fill the glade and smell the testosterone emitted from their pores. 'Look at her,' said one. 'All tied up and waiting – and she can't even see who we are. It must be Christmas!' The other chuckled. 'Shall we screw her straight away or have some fun with her first, what do you fancy?' If this is my husband's doing, I thought, then he must have approved of them. He must have decided that they would fulfil my needs – and his, of course. Again the flickering flames of desire began to be roused in the very core of my being. 'Please don't hurt me,' I pleaded. 'Do what you want but don't hurt me.' Now they were both laughing. The first one said, 'Keep watch in case someone else comes. I saw her first, so I have the first fun. 'I want my turn too,' complained the other. 'Don't worry. Look at her. She's begging for it. There's more than enough for both of us.' I wonder if they're handsome, I thought to myself. I wonder if I'd fancy them if I could see their faces. They had those terse, I-couldn't-give-a-fuck voices that really get me going but also scare me to death. I heard one walk away but I could feel his eyes on me and wondered where my hubby was, from which vantage point he was filming this. For a while the first man just stood there enjoying (so I supposed) this vision before him. Then I shrieked as a hand reached out and pulled my top undone, spilling my bountiful titties to his unhindered view. He laughed and said, 'Nice pair!' I heard the unbuckling of a belt and the zip of his pants. 'Do you like the taste of cock?' he asked. I stayed silent and he slapped his hard, wet cock across my cheek. 'Do you like the taste of cock?' he repeated. 'Yes,' I said. 'Yes.' 'You love it, don't you?' I nodded. 'Then ask nicely for some.' God, I had never tasted another man's cock before. My pussy was swimming with dread and arousal. 'Please, sir, can I taste your cock?' I murmured. 'Louder!' he ordered. I spoke up. 'Please, sir, can I taste your big, wet cock?' I heard his friend laughing from across the glade. 'Of course you can. Suck on this, bitch.' Grabbing the back of my head, his fingers entwined in my hair, he pulled me onto his cock and rammed it down my throat. Oh, it was huge! He held it so long that I gagged with the size of it stuck in my gullet. My choking merely amused him. 'You'll choke a lot more than that, you slut. I'm going to shoot it down your throat.' He started using my head as a wanking device, pulling me forward and back as he thrust his cock into me. 'That's it. All the way, all the way!' He was pushing so hard it actually hurt my nose, as his pelvic bone mashed against it on every stroke. His cock was so far down my throat I could only breathe on his outward moves. He was beginning to moan more and more loudly as he neared his climax. 'Go for it, bitch!' he roared. In and out of my mouth his enormous rod slid with growing urgency. 'You know you want my spunk down your throat. Suck, you little whore, suck harder now,' as he pushed so hard it really hurt me. His legs seemed to tense against my shoulders and he shot his cum down my throat. My mouth was full of hot sticky cum. He pulled out his dick and I was gasping for breath and dribbling his spunk down my chin. 'Let's see,' he said eagerly. I opened my mouth and showed him my snowy white tongue. 'Now swallow like a good girl – and perhaps you won't have to suck off Fred.' I did as he asked and felt his slippery cum sliding down my throat. Mmm, he tasted so different from my husband, but not unpleasant. I opened my mouth again to prove that I had obeyed him. I licked my lips and chin and savoured his salty juice. 'Aw, sorry,' he said, pulling my mouth back onto his cock to take the last bead of cum squeezed from it. 'It wouldn't be fair if Fred didn't have his turn.' I grimaced at the prospect of having his friend too. 'Now, don't be like that,' he mocked me. 'You do realise what a lucky whore you are to have two such fine men, don't you?' His hand tugged at my hair. 'Yes, sir,' I answered bitterly. The taste of his cock and cum had only served to arouse me more. I half-hoped, half-feared that Fred would fuck me to a climax. Calling his mate, he said, 'She's yours now, Fred, but I want some pussy later, so don't use her all up.' Fred strolled over and pulled my shirt off my shoulders to see my breasts better. 'Beautiful tits,' he said admiringly as he weighed them in his sweaty palms. 'I'm going to have some fun with them.' He pushed me back and I toppled over. Now I was lying half on my side, half on my back, my shackled wrists beneath me, digging into my butt. He unhooked the chain so that I was able at least to stretch out my legs on the blanket. 'Fuck, you've got gorgeous legs. Gorgeous pussy too, I bet.' 'Thank you, sir,' I muttered. My mouth still tasted of his colleague's cum. I heard something being unsheathed and supposed correctly that it was a hunting knife. I felt the flat face of the cold steel press against my thigh. Slowly Fred slid it up my leg. Oh my God! What was he going to do to me? Terrified, I could feel sweat washing my lips. Was he going to cut me? He poked the point under my shorts and with a quick slash he cut the material from my body on each side. Laughingly he pulled the tattered cotton away, exposing the most intimate part of my body to his will. He lay down beside me and ran the knife between my legs. 'Mmm. What a pretty pussy, just as I thought,' he whispered into my ear. 'I adore a pretty pussy.' He rubbed the face of the knife against my cunt and I spread my legs wide so that he wouldn't cut me. 'Look how wet you are,' he said, chuckling. 'Better still, taste it.' He offered the face of the blade to my mouth and I carefully licked my own juices off the steel. How could I be so hungry for this heartless bastard? But I was. Oh, I was desperate to have him. 'Please, sir....' I started cringingly. 'Yes?' 'Please fuck me.' 'Oh, I'm going to fuck you alright.' He paused. 'When I'm ready.' His cock neared my wet pussy. Despite the fear I was dripping with girly juices. But he moved past my pussy and brought his cock up towards my face. Oh Jesus, another mouthful of stranger's cum, I thought. However, he stopped as his cock nestled between my tits. He took them in his hands, wrapping them around his warm, pulsing shaft. With his knees trapping my body, he fucked my tits. His big, hairy balls brushed my rib cage, the tip of his cock touching my chin as he drove it between my titties. As he moved against me, hid body pulled at my naked flesh, making my pussy tingle with desire and some fear. As we worked against each other, I thought again of my hubby, watching me proudly as I entertained his accomplices. Oh, he would be so pleased with me and that realisation made my exquisite ordeal worthwhile. Now I was certain that eventually I was going to find out what it was like to be fucked by men who had no thoughts for me other than my cunt, pleasure the only thing on their minds, my body just a means to their end,. Meanwhile we were both panting helplessly as Fred drove his cock along the valley between my titties, making them sore from the friction. With a final, bestial grunt he spurted gallons of his stuff over my face and neck. As he did so, his hands held my tits tightly round his cock, still driving it up like a jack hammer. His cum streaked my cheeks and lips. Because my hands were still cuffed behind me, I had to lick it away from my lips to be able to breathe. My nose was full of it as well. Only the night before, at my husband's bidding, I had dreamed of a strange man shooting his spunk over my naked body, but the actuality was a hundred times more frightening and a thousand times more thrilling. As Fred lay, recovering his breath, I wondered how far my husband would let these strange men go. Would he really let them have their way or was this just a prelude to his own fucking of me. Oh, if it was, I would cum so hard for my darling. Would he just stay away until they tired of me and then come to pick up what was left, or would he come to my rescue? Even if he did, if they wanted me, what could he do against two strong men armed with a hunting knife? The times I had fantasised about being taken by strangers, the countless times we had discussed this very scenario, and now here I was – a plaything to be used as they pleased. Fred climbed off me and called to his mate, 'Are you ready for some more or shall I give it to her first?' 'No, you can wait your turn,' he replied, walking back across my little glade to stand over me. He must have relished the sight. Still trussed and blind, my naked body was splattered with cum, my clothes lying in tatters about me. Dropping his trousers again, he said, 'You look about ready for it, don't you, my little beauty?' He prised my legs apart and lay between them. I felt his cock, already restored to its former enormity, hard against my belly. 'I'm going to fuck you senseless.' 'Oh God, sir. Please.... please....' What was I trying to say: please don't fuck me or please do fuck me. Even I didn't know. He felt so sexy against my skin but so threatening too, I didn't know whether I wanted him to take me or leave me. My heart was in palpitations, my breath coming in short gasps. This was to be the moment I found out what another man's cock felt like. Would it be better than my husband or would it disgust me? He planted his hands either side of my head, his torso pressed heavily upon my own. I noticed every little thing about him: his smell, the sound of his breath, the taste of his lips as they brushed against my own. He had no concern for me at all. He adjusted himself to line up properly and then pushed forward with his hips, sinking the whole of his considerable length into me. Oh, my God! I shouldn't be loving this, should I? It's not what a married woman should do, but his cock was filling my tight, wet pussy so well and so bloody sensuously as he powered it into me stroke after stroke. His well-honed body slapped against mine as he drove it into me, bringing me nearer with ever thrust to the inevitable climax I knew he would give me. Momentarily I had another pang of guilt as I thought about my hubby somewhere in the woods – but then, this is what he wanted, wasn't it? The big strong man between my thighs soon took any feeling of guilt away as he rammed into me harder, making me cry out as my orgasm hit me and sent me over the edge in such a fantastic way. It wasn't like a normal climax. This was so intense, so strong that my head swam as wave after orgasmic wave drowned me in its luscious depths. By now I didn't know or care who I was with as he brought me to yet another climax. Over the top, time after time he sent me to the most dizzying heights imaginable, but his cry of satisfaction brought me back to the reality of the situation. He was about to fill me with his spunk. Though I knew I couldn't get pregnant, that didn't diminish the thrill of feeling a stranger's cum inside me. I almost wished he could make me have his baby just to prove I had done it with another man. 'Yeah.... yeah....' I groaned. He thrust into me with renewed fervour. 'Shoot it up me!' I cried out so loudly that anyone within half a mile could have heard me. It must have taken him over the top, because hardly had the words left my mouth than he plunged extra deep into me and emitted that strangulated noise you men make when you cum, a sort of primeval growl of dominance, as he flooded me with his spunk. It felt so hot that it seared my insides and he pumped me so full that his creamy flow oozed out around his big cock, still deeply embedded inside my cunt. He eventually got off me and laid beside me his cock flagging at last he was satisfied. His mate, however, was not. He stood at my feet. I could hear him wanking himself slowly, admiring his own stiffness. All he wanted in the world was for his mate to get off me and allow him his turn at fucking this captive girl they had found handcuffed and waiting in the woods. Grinningly, he said, 'It's my turn now. Get on your knees. I want you from behind.' I felt a stab of real fear. Please God, don't let him fuck my ass. I hate that, it hurts so much more that it thrills. And it's not meant for fucking. Since my pussy was specially designed for that, why not use it for what it was intended for? He grabbed me and helped me into a kneeling position, my hands still securely fastened behind my back. I was so helpless he could do whatever he wanted with me, but at least he wanted to fuck my cunt rather than my ass. So it was almost with relief that I felt his cock deep within me. Kneeling, I was not being able to support myself on my hands. I was bent double, my head on the ground giving him the best access to my pussy exposed between my thighs. Little did he know that this is my favourite position for lovemaking. Except, of course, this was not lovemaking, this was bestial fucking, sex at its crudest, rawest and most intense. My face buried in the blanket and my cute little ass presented for his pleasure, I adored every stroke of his cunt-thirsty cock as it filled and re-filled my cunt, still dripping with another man's cum. His strong hands took hold of my hips bones and used them as handles to pull me back onto his dick. As he thrust forward, he drew me back, driving his whole length into me, his balls banging against my clitty, naked, aroused and begging for attention. All of my fear and shame had disappeared. I threw myself into our sex session as if I was a hooker just doing for the money but really I was doing it just for the thrill, for the experience, for the knowledge of what it felt like to have a strange cock filling my wet cunt, fulfilling my dream of so many years. In fact, one of my earliest sexual dreams was to be raped. It was frightening at the time and I thought there must something wrong with me, but the reality was hundreds of times better than the dream, confirming my early ideas of how sexy it would be to get used by some stranger and not be able to defend myself. Somehow I felt so sexually liberated even though I was handcuffed and being used by strangers who could do whatever they wanted to me. But liberty was not something even these big, strong men could give me because only my husband could release me from the confining grip of my handcuffs, and he was nowhere to be seen. By now Fred was giving it to me so hard he couldn't last much longer. I would have loved him to keep this up for hours, or until I could take no more, but he was grunting in his excitement. Perhaps it's a bigger thrill for a man to fuck a captive stranger than it is to make love to his wife or girlfriend, especially if he finds her bound and almost naked in the woods, obviously very turned on and begging for it, then taking her for yourself not having to worry about recriminations if you didn't make her cum or give her a good time, just enjoy yourselves and walk away. Is that the equivalent of my dream of being taken by a stranger? He rammed it up me harder and harder. He was obviously getting close but I had already cum several times. In fact it was almost a continuous orgasm now, just peaking every now and then. He cried out again, that strangled cry of male climax, he pulled my hips back so hard it hurt. But I didn't mind because his cock went even deeper as he shot me full of his cum. It spurted deep inside me just as his mate had done again. The terrible thought crossed my mind how ironic it would be to fall pregnant and not know which of these men or my husband was the father. I could feel Fred's stuff running down my thighs as he pulled out of me. I know my pussy was open wide and couldn't be the pretty little slit it was earlier, not after the seeing to it had received this afternoon. He slapped my ass as he withdrew, telling me I was a dirty little slut, that I should have been taken by a whole regiment of squaddies and next time it might happen as we were on the very edge of the training ground for the army. The though made me shudder but not with fear or trepidation, it was a shiver of anticipation. They had the decency to ask if I would be alright as they walked away. As soon as they disappeared from sight, I heard a rustle in the bushes and the whirring of my husband's camcorder as he approached me hurriedly. The dirty sod had recorded it all. I thought that after my ordeal he would just let me loose and go home but I should have known better. He set his prized video cam on its little tripod and walked over to me. 'Did you see it all?' I asked as he approached. He pulled off the blindfold and I blinked at the early evening sun. His eyes were on fire. I had never seen his face so alive, his movements so driven. There was about him the rough look of a predator. 'Yeah' was all he said. I didn't know whether he was angry, hurt or excited. Then I noticed that his cock was as stiff as a ramrod. He unlocked the handcuffs and I rubbed my wrists together to soothe their aching. I could feel myself being aroused by the knowledge that I had turned him on so much. 'Did you film it?' I asked. 'Yeah. You loved it, didn't you?' he said. He was pulling off his t-shirt. 'Did you?' I asked, knowing the answer. Now he was unbuckling his belt, unzipping his pants and pulling them down. He had only one thing on his mind, and I was it. He lay down on his back, cock as erect as a fence post, and motioned to me. I knew exactly what he wanted and I would do my very best to give it to my lover man. I crouched over his body and lowered myself down until my pussy, still dripping with cum and my own fresh juice, was just touching the tip of his cock. Then I let myself drop, taking his full length in one hard lunge. He loves that feeling. And the look on my face! Oh, my! But this was so different from usual. My pussy was stretched and lubricated by the spunk of two men. It was wonderful, not painful at all – just bloody great. However, the next part tested all my stamina and agility, if you consider that I had spent the last two hours shackled and abused (in the nicest possible way, of course). He wanted me to ride him like a horse, a wild, galloping stallion. I love riding my own pony, feeling the heat of his sweating flesh between my legs, but riding my man is so much more rewarding. I put my hands on his shoulders and started to fuck him in long, smooth strokes from the very tip of his cock, right down until his groin was hard against my ass. My buttocks slapped against his skin as flesh met flesh. 'Tell me what it felt like,' he demanded as my cunt stroked his cock with a rhythmic efficiency. So, as I rode my delicious husband with increasing fury, in breathless tones I told him everything: about my fear, about the thrill of anticipation, about the smell, touch and taste of my tormentors, the feel of a strange cock in my mouth, between my breasts, inside my cunt, the overwhelming pleasure of it all, of knowing that I was getting them off and, by doing so, turning on my darling husband. Then I told him of the bliss of my cumming and, as I did so, as I relived every pussy-wetting moment of my exquisite ordeal and as I recalled what a tart, what a slut and a whore I was, I could sense it happening all over again. My titties were bouncing up and down as I rode him. He grasped them firmly in his paws and that brought my climax even nearer. I knew he wouldn't want me to stop, so I tried so hard not to cum. But it was a wasted effort: I was going to cum no matter what I tried to do because he was thrilling me so much and talking so dirty. When it hit me, Oh God, it hit me with such force that I almost fainted. I collapsed on top of him only to feel his hand swipe my ass. 'Get on with it!' he yelled. After all, he wasn't just lying there for the benefit of his health. He wanted a fucking as complete as those that he had filmed earlier. I forced myself up and made the best effort I could to continue riding this bucking bronco of a man but he felt so good inside me that it only took a few strokes to bring me off again. This time even his spanking my ass couldn't make me work again because I was so knackered, fucked to a standstill. He accepted defeat and, lifting me up on his arms until he was only just inside me, he drove his cock up into me, fucking me from underneath, taking me from one peak to the next without any rest whatsoever. I must have blanked out because the next thing I knew he was shooting yet another load of cum into me. I really was a cum slut, because somehow I still wanted more. This had been an awakening in my life, something I never dreamt I could want, or get, but, once tasted, it was addictive. I wanted more of this and was going to make sure I got more. When we had both recovered, he dressed and collected up our belongings. Then he carried me, covered by his jacket, back to our car. I had noticed him retrieve my shorts and stow them in his bag. 'A memento,' he said smilingly. Another item for his collection to remind us of this special day. He drove us home and, curled up beside him, I drifted off into a contented sleep. As soon as we were home, he poured a foamy bath for me and I wallowed in its luxury as he cooked a special dinner for us both. I was aching in places I didn't know I had. But it was a rewarding ache like that of an athlete who has broken some record. In my bathrobe I descended to champagne and dinner. He had set up the DVD and began to run the footage he had filmed. We watched silently as we munched on our food and sipped the vintage champagne. Watching myself in my sexy white costume, blinded by the silk scarf and fettered by the handcuffs, and then seeing me fucked and fucked and fucked, was beginning to make me horny again and I could see that my hubby was just as aroused. He reached over to me and planted a sumptuous kiss on my lips as his hand delved into the folds of the bathrobe and cupped my titty. At last, I said, 'Those men. Who were they, love?' He knew what I was thinking, he always knows what I'm thinking. When can you invite them again? Can we make it even better next time? Can't you be involved more? Can't I watch your face as you enjoy watching me get fucked to oblivion? He smiled enigmatically and then he gave his reply. 'I've no idea who they were. I'd never seen them before. I guess they were just out looking for a cock-hungry whore.' I looked at him in amazement. Then the realisation of the true danger I had been in began to dawn on me. But it didn't frighten me. It just made me even more hungry for cock. He turned me over onto my front so that I was kneeling on all fours on the settee, just how I love it. I was moaning in expectation as he lifted my robe over my hips, revealing my ass and soap-scented pussy. He unzipped his pants and knelt behind me. 'Now, my cock-hungry whore, I want you to tell me again what it was like when you felt a stranger's dick fill your cunt.' His own cock, hot and throbbing, slid into me. And, as I closed my eyes and my pussy hugged him tightly, I began to relieve that wonderful afternoon. And I knew that it would only be a matter of time before this cock-hungry whore would be repeating the experience with other strangers for the pleasure of her adorable and adoring husband.
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Looking into the eyes of the Hijab-wearing Somali chick lying nearly naked on my basement table, I smiled with smug satisfaction. You're my bitch now Sagalina, I said smugly. The young black woman whimpered softly, and begged me to release her. Keep whining and I will gag you again, I smirked. Sagalina's eyes widened and she went silent, for she knew that I meant business. With my dildo embedded in her asshole and my fist deep inside her cunt, I had Little Miss Muslim right where I wanted her. The name is Christina Armando Vallejo and I approve this message. For as long as I can remember I've always loved black girls. Don't ask me why. Attraction is attraction, what can I say? I totally get the nature of attraction. I am one hot mama and I know it. I stand five feet eleven inches tall while barefoot, with dark bronze skin, curly black hair and pale brown eyes. A lot of people mistake me for Puerto Rican or Moroccan, depending on the days and who's looking. I almost always correct them. I was born in the Dominican Republic, to a Haitian mother and Hispanic father. I consider myself biracial, and I am proud of my Afro-Caribbean and Latin roots. My family and I moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, in the summer of 1999. We've been here ever since. My father, Ernesto Vallejo is a deliveryman for UPS and my mother, Marie Jeanne Lemieux-Vallejo is a nurse at Ottawa's General Hospital. I have a younger brother, Guillermo, who studies business at Algonquin College. We're a family of hard-working immigrants living in Canada's Capital region, trying our best in a fascinating and sometimes hostile world. Nothing in life is ever easy and my family and I are after the North American Dream. Even though my parents are somewhat conservative Christians, they're okay with my being a lesbian. How cool is that? They just want me to be happy! These days, I'm at the Law School of Ottawa University. When I'm not in class or chilling with my friends, I pursue sexy black girls like Sagalina Ibrahim here. The more religious the woman, the more fun it is for a dyke like me to seduce her. I don't know why I am so into religious women. Maybe it's because my first sexual experience was with the lovely Miss Sharon, wife of a Jamaican pastor I knew back in Toronto. We had a lot of fun, Sharon and I. Ever since those early days, I've had a thing for religious black women. It doesn't matter if it's a Pastor's wife or a Hijab-wearing Muslim chick from Somalia. I've got to have that religious black pussy. What can I say? I like the way they smell and taste. The first time I spotted the lovely Somali gal known as Sagalina Ibrahim, I was walking through the hallways of La Cite Collegiale, a Francophone institution of higher education located in the heart of Ottawa. The sight of this tall, big-booty chick clad in Muslim gear absolutely turned me on. That's why I approached her, befriended her and eventually seduced her. For me, seduction isn't a game. It's THE game. The only one worth playing. I love to seduce a chick and get her into bed. I am a seductress. It's what I am and what I do. And I am good at it. I've always known that underneath their Hijabs and long skirts, Muslim women were just as freaky as the rest of us. And Sagalina Ibrahim definitely did not disappoint. The sexy little Hijabi surprised me by going down on me in a movie theater the first time we went out. She just pulled down my pants, got on her knees and licked my pussy. I was kind of surprised by that, to tell you the truth. What surprised me? Two things, actually. First of all, I didn't think Sagalina Ibrahim would be an easy lay since she's a pious Muslim chick who reads the Koran and wears the Hijab and all that jazz. Second of all, I usually have to do a lot more than just take a chick to a movie theater before we get to the panty takedown contest, you know? What can I say? It's always the quiet ones that surprise the shit out of you, even if you're a veteran in the game of seduction. Sagalina told me that she liked freaky shit, like bondage, dominance and the really hard core stuff. I've done some BDSM before and liked it just fine. If this sexy Somali Muslim chick wanted to be dominated, I was totally down with that! I took her home and treated her to some of my kinkiest brand of fun. It amazed me how open- minded and eager she was. I always thought a young black Muslim woman like her would be reluctant, or chaste, or something along those lines. Nope, this broad was more eager than me, and that's really saying something! I tied up the lovely Sagalina Ibrahim and admired her sexy naked body. From her round, cone-shaped breasts to her wide hips, thick legs and big round ass. I totally liked what I saw. I left her Hijab on because it seemed like such a naughty thing to do. I licked and fingered her pussy while she lay on the table, moaning and shuddering. To intensify things, I brought along my dildos and a nice butt plug which I inserted in her anus after rolling a condom on it. I play rough for sure but I always play safe. Lesbians can spread diseases too, you know. It's not just for male/female and male/male couples. Better safe than sorry I say. Sagalina liked having the butt plug in her asshole, so much that I asked my favorite little Somali Muslim slut if she'd ever done that before. Hell yes, she said with a smirk. I smacked her face and she yelped. My way of reminding her who was in charge. She looked at me with surprise in her eyes. I smiled and kissed her, and plunged the dildo even deeper into her ass while stimulating her clitoris with my fingers. The intense sensations quickly drove her over the edge, and soon she was howling in pleasure. Orgasmic delight, ladies and gents. Nothing like it. I fucked Sagalina's cunt with the strap-on dildo and buried my face between her tits as she moaned and cried out my name. Scream for me, I ordered, and she did just that. I love an obedient slut! Yeah, as you can see, Sagalina Ibrahim and I had a lot of fun together. I'm definitely thinking of adding her to my stable of sluts. So far I've got a fortyish married Jewish lady from Kanata, Ontario, and a Japanese-Canadian businesswoman. I think a hot Somali Muslim slut would make a nice addition to my growing collection, don't you? Indeed. After this fun little session, I let Sagalina take a shower then sent her on her way. I kept her panties as a souvenir because I like my trophies. It's not just men who collect them. Many of us lesbians have them for the same reason. After Sagalina's departure, I had myself a cigar and a glass of wine, then fingered my pussy while watching Glee. How was YOUR evening? Wolfram Warthog is actually my dart shooting name. The preferred and best darts for the professional dart shooter are tungsten darts. If you check the atomic symbol for tungsten it is a, "W." The W is for its old English name wolfram. I like the sound of wolfram, better then tungsten. It provides me visions of a wolf ramming a ram. "Yowlllllllleee" I'm not afraid of ticks. The warthog part, I like the looks of the Arkansas Razorback, a hard headed and bristly hog. A pig bristle dartboard is what the darts actually mate with. My favorite darts are 90% tungsten nickel darts called Hammer Heads. The dart barrel slides forward when the point hits the pig bristle board. This drives the dart point past any pesky wire you might hit on the board. To increase the efficiency even more the stainless steel point is rounded at the very end. The British outlawed the first hammerheads, "To bloody deadly." I only played darts in England one time. That's another story which I will tell if requested. What the reader needs to know is that I'm a hell of a dart shooter. I beat Barry Tromlow, double news of the world winner, in a little Pub called the "Happy Valley Inn," down the road from the old Sahara going towards Nellis, AFB. I had to shoot a 12 dart 501 to do it. This was after the World Cup Event in Las Vegas. The bar owners left the game on the board for months. Barry bought me a beer and signed the scoreboard. I've also shot a nine dart cricket game and scored points. This tells you that I can shoot darts, I'm a shooter. The problem is I have a hard time staying at the optimum beer level. Eric Bristow (ex-world champ) travels with a double 14 shooter, scorekeeper and beer manager. This beer supervisor has Eric's favorite beer in a satchel and a timer to keep him at a two beer level as he enters each event. Myself I drink until I lose, then I have a good reason to really drink. I was shooting for the "Office" dart team. We were in an "A" division dart league, shooting for first place at our home bar. We were missing one player. Our team captain grabbed a hot babe, very un-usual for this place and asked her if she would shoot with us. She ended up shooting all her events with me as her partner. We won every event. This is a sure way to get hooked up with some pussy. She kept hugging and kissing on me as we kept calling "Dart." I guess she had never won anything before in her life. We were behind in our last event. She wanted to win. I didn't care for all of the drunk hugging, her hooters were standouts, and I like the sweet hangers. She was celebrating failing the real estate examination for the third time. She had dusted herself with some cheap powder, to keep the wet spots dry. It was the same stuff that was used by Thai hookers. Thai hookers are my favorite hookers; they will always leave you enough money for the base bus after they steal everything you got. I loved them too much. I always carried my folding money in the arch of my foot under my socks. I did a lot of bad things in Thailand, but I always had my socks on. Plus the added attraction they would finish you off with the famous "Thai squeeze" (YOOOUUUOUlllleee.) Plus the double added attraction they would clean you off with ambient rainwater and a double soft touch. My new bride used to brag with the statement. "You never had it so good." I always responded with, "Thailand." When I determined that she didn't like this statement, it was late in the game. The newest dart shooter slammed a wiggler tongue in my ear and announced, "If you can win this game for us, you are invited to my place for all the beer you can drink, and shooting to music." I said, "I can't hear you around your tongue." My entire dart team chimed in. "Make the shot; she's going to fuck your brains right out of your head." I've been way to smart, for way to long. I needed a serious brain fucking. Drinking wasn't going to do it. I had heard the urban legend that drinking kills brain cells. It came from some born again Reader's Digest believer. After a short period of research, I taped a nine foot four inch banner across the roof ledge above the desks, in the engine room hangar. We were re-wiring J-57 engines used on the wing tips of the, "Shakey." The Globemaster was slow, but could still suck enough air to run. The huge banner represented all of the brains cells in the average human male. The female's banner is of course longer. I colored in the area of brain cells that would be killed if you drank 44 cans of beer a day for 40 years. Each leap year you got a day off. I used beer can years as my model. One beer a day for one year. At the 44 beer can years for forty years you killed less then four inches of brain cells. Drink and get stupid lads, is my advice. I'm a smart guy. I got the banner to prove it. Her place was on my way home. The added attraction, she was the perfect woman, about 5'10" with wrap around legs. Slight pudgy stomach, which means she's a cheap date, always on a diet. Glide path hirsute blonde wedged pennant snapper. Could not kiss at all, she kept her mouth wide open and wiggled her tongue. This is good with me, why waste your time kissing. Plus the double added attraction her husband worked for the local brewery. He could sign out beer. Beer was everywhere. The extra double added attraction he worked midnight shift. I had an eight hour play period. I had to park down the road to ward off noisy neighbors. I selected a short cut through some pine trees to her back yard and entered in her back door. The landing greeted me with a path to the beer infested playpen basement. It contained all the essential elements. Beer cooler, poker table, couches (pop- out) easy chairs. I checked for my possible escape routes. It had very small windows at ground level. The door I came in was the only way out. I asked her how big her husband was. She said, "I'm not sure. It's either in me every Saturday morning or in his favorite wash rag." "What the hell are you talking about?" "Before we have sex Saturday morning, I warm up his favorite wash rag with warm water. We keep it on the night stand in his favorite silver tray. When he is ready to shoot, he grabs his washrag and runs into the bath room." I said, "Is there anything else I should know." She said, "We lie in bed and listen to Lou Rawls, when Lou gets to sitting on the dock of the bay. He gets on top of me and pokes it in. Lou is still on the dock, "wasting time" and he will be running for the bathroom." I said, "What I really wanted to know is, I don't see but one way out of this basement, up those stairs. How tall is your husband?" "Six foot two" "That's not good. All men lie about two things one of them is their height. How much does he weight?" "One hundred and ninety pounds." "Yeah, yeah, everything is good. If he gets in my way I promise to not hurt him to much." My theory is since I would have a, "his wife wetted dick," and full of his beer, plus the added power of adrinaline as a super charger, I would be past him so fast he might not even see me. I'm a romantic type of dart shooter, so I took control. "Point at the beer locker, put on Lou Rawls and get naked." This gave me 45 minutes of working it. I didn't like to look at her while banging away. She flopped her head from side to side and kept her mouth completely opened. I kept thinking about the old Chinese saying that the orifices in a female of the species are matched. It you want a girl with a little kuttchy; get one with a little mouth. I could have thrown a whole baked chicken into her flopping void. She had thrown the mattress from the pop out couch on the floor for our "dock" performance. It was working, I didn't have far to fall if I fell out. When Lou got to "Sitting on the dock of the bay." I shifted gears from cruise to rough riding four wheel drive high. She had a very high pelvic bone area. I punished myself through the pain to show her a good time. I was popping and slopping in the bay. I threw out my anchor, and my cargo. She was kept busy wiping up the good time slime with her warm washrag, while I got another beer. I asked her, "Is that your husband's favorite wash rag?" She said, "Are you serious, I would never do that to my husband, what kind of person, do you think I am. I took wedding vows." She went to work on me with a fresh warm unrolled wash cloth. I had to admit she had good technique with the washrag. I said, "I really like this washcloth, would you save it for me." She said, "I can do that, I didn't think you liked it since you didn't shoot into it." "I slipped up, that first one doesn't count. We need to do it again." "Okay, I'm good for next week." "I'm talking about right now. All you need to do is kiss on this big thing in the washrag." "It doesn't seem so big anymore." "That's right, you need to kiss it and it becomes a Dirty Harry hand cannon, six shooter." Her kissing was just fine, and her wiggling tongue was too. I held on to her hair to keep her head from flopping around. She got the kinks out of my anchor chain. I was harpoon loaded and ready to fire a salvo at the nearest sperm whale. "Cum on it the waters fine." I egressed the bay area of the dock for the second time. I didn't want to risk tangling my anchor so I winched the mighty wolfram weapon to the down and locked position. She said, "What happened, I had your favorite washrag ready." I said, "I need more shooting practice, maybe I can give it a shot next week." I pushed through the long needled red pine trees on my way out. I stopped to take a relaxing pee in the pine trees. My main bleed tanks were full of used beer. I had to talk to my razorback, the big boy was all dumb and thinking he had only one purpose in life. Peeing was at the lower portion of Maslow's Hierarchy. He was a pussy monger. I grabbed him by the neck and shook him to life, got a piss hard on and fertilized the tree root structure. I got home at 3:30. My bride ripped off the bed covers in one diagonal pull at 5:30 in the morning. She was unhappy with the smelly, drunk male in her bed. She said, "Good morning ass-hole, you got some explaining to do. Who were you fucking last night?" "What are you talking about baby doll; I'm just a dart shooting boy." She said, "Oh yeah, explain the lip stick, and cheap rouge on your shirt." My stinky Wolfram Warthog dart shirt landed on my face. I didn't need to look. I could smell the vile evidence. "Honest sweetie pie, you are making a serious mistake. I can explain everything. Our team was short one player. The team captain grabbed the only person sitting at the bar. She was smelly, drunk and ugly, a bad kisser too." She said, "Sounds like a dart shooters dreamboat." "The captain teamed her with me, because I'm the strongest shooter. Every time we won she got excited, and was rubbing and hugging on me. It was awful. I was sneezing and whizzing from her horrid stench. I should win some type of award for performance above and beyond my dart shooting duties." She said, "You should win the fast thinking award for drunken liars. That's a good story but how are you going to talk your way out of the pine needles in your hair." "What pine needles?" I reached up and pulled several long leaf pine needles out of my hair. "What the hell." "Looks like you had to sneak through some pine trees as you left your stinking girl friends house." (How did she know?) "Wrong again, I stopped on the way home to take a pee, and a car came by, so I moved into some pine trees. I didn't want to get a ticket. I guess I drank to much beer." "That's your first true statement, you lying dog." I said, "Which one, the peeing or the beer drinking?" She said, "Your story is better then I though it would be, but you have one really big problem. How can you explain, your underwear, they are on backwards." She had her hands on her hips as she ran her rapid fire questions at me. They were now pointing at the guilty dart shooters snoozing member. I looked down, though bloodshot adrenaline vertigo induced eyes, "Hey, my whitey/tightey's are okay." She said, "That's right, dumb-ass, but you had to look." She covered me back up. "Get some sleep sweetie; I'll have your favorite sausage gravy ready, cooked in your favorite cast iron skillet. You are going to need some energy food. I want to spend some time on the firing range with your hand cannon. Is it ready for the weekly operational shootout?" ""No sweat baby, it feels like a tungsten barreled hammerhead Bofers 105 with a full ammo load. Put on your favorite "Elvis" and get naked." She said, "Right, I already checked. I didn't see your ammo drum, all I saw was an acorn sized red wrinkled pee pee shooter, with washrag scuff marks and a dripping smile." I ended up taking a hike down a path called the commons. I climbed over a fence and hiked into the middle of a small town square and shot in a Pub called, "Seven sisters and a Bell" their dart board had a modified half tub under it felled with wet burlap. The board was made of a cross cut section of an Elm log. The board had been soaked over night in water to seal up the little dart holes. It was dripping into the burlap. The wires dividing the numbers were very thin. I never saw a dart fall out the entire evening of dart shooting. I was drinking the recommended drink of the local gaffers. It was called "Keg and Light." Myself and keg and light became close friends. The keg beer is a dark beer made in the basement and served in a one pint glass. The light is a small 8 oz bottle of pilsner in a green bottle. As you drink the evil keg beer you add light to it to top it up. I held the board all night. They were on the "telly" bringing in shooters to try to beat the "Yank." I must admit they were unsurpassed as score keepers as soon as your last dart hit the board they had the score written down. The name of the game was 301, in this game you have to shoot a double to get on and a double to get off. The double is the small outer ring on the board. They were poor sports on the various ways that I took out the game. They like to use the double 16 as much as possible. I like 16's, but I shoot what ever gets me the win. I had a chance to try out an English village girl; all I had to do was buy her a drink. The "tight" as local had already had some and knew if they waited it would be free later. I didn't bite; I figured it was a trap to get me off the board, besides that she was a skinny blonde with no tits. I like big, smelly, hirsute, busty sluts. They are also better dart shooters. PREFACE It's late in the evening at work. I'm in the breakroom, getting ready to leave when I hear the door open from down the stairs. A figure comes around the corner, I don't look right away but I'm sure it's you. I turn to you and our eyes meet. We still haven't talked in person about what happened. You see the emotion in my eyes. We greet each other in soft voices, our gaze not breaking for just a little too long. You go to your locker, standing right next to me while you get your stuff. I go over to the closest table and lean on the edge while we engage in casual conversation. We get lost for a bit of time just talking, like we did once before. We move onto personal matters, deeper conversation. THE HUNT Our discussion gets heated, I'm trying to turn you on and I'm pretty good at it. You know I want to be kissed. I flaunt my curves any way I can from where I am, seductively tracing the edges of my body. I'm messing with your head, I know it drives you crazy knowing I'm always wet for you. At this point you can't take my teasing anymore. You aggressively step into my bubble, lifting my thighs and butt onto the table, your hips between my legs. You press your pelvis into me and lean into my whole body while our lips lock in a hot and hurried fashion. My legs clasp tightly around you as you lay me down on the table. We keep kissing, swallowing one another. You kiss your way to my jaw and make your way down my neck, leaving love bites in a trail. I moan while you nibble my collar bone, and my breath gets heavy while my insides tingle. Through your pants, I feel you getting hard against me, still pushing into me. This makes me even more excited, and you can tell. You're still kissing my neck when you slither your hand up my shirt. You move your lips back upto mine. You knead my breasts over my bra, palming me, when I begin to moan into your open mouth. This makes your breathing get heavier and I can taste the anticipation in our shared air. My hands run under your shirt, I explore the surface of your skin and scrape my nails roughly down your back when you bite my lip. One hand under my shirt, the other holding me down by my hair. I arch my back, forcing my core into your growing erection, while I writhe against you in pleasure. You pull me up to an upright position, kissing me while you undress me. I draw one of the hands under your shirt across your chest, gliding my hands across every inch of you. We lift each other's shirts off together, both exposed and impatient, you tease your tongue down my neck, where it meets my bare chest, which you begin to suck and kiss. You gently work at the back of my bra to unclasp it, freeing my breasts. I pull my arms out out the straps and you toss my bra aside. Your hand winds into the roots of my hair while you tug my head back, forcing my chest up and my neck to a bend, I gasp at your brute force. Your mouth finds one of my erect nipples, you suck and nibble on each one while I clutch your hair and moan. I hold your head in place by pulling your hair. My legs are still wrapped around your waist and your bulge is pushing into a wetter growing spot on my black pants. Our hips grind into each other, like we are trying to soothe an unbearable itch. Shoes kicked off already, your free hand fiddles with the zipper of my pants, once undone you quickly give me a passionate kiss on the lips and lay me back to slide my tight jeans off my legs, lifting my thighs up straight, with a bend in the knee. My perfect ass in lacy black panties is the first thing you see when you peel my pants off. Once tossed to the side, my legs are still held up when you part them, and begin to kiss down my ankles, past my calfs, and up my thighs slowly and with all necessary tongue. HERS I'm dripping and aching for you, practically begging for your touch. You insist on teasing me while I play with my huge tits. You plant kisses on the insides of my thighs, just grazing the outer edges of my panties. You can hear from my whimpers and moans that I can't stand anymore. You delicately hold my ankles together and tug my panties up my legs. Once again you kiss down my legs from the ankles to thighs, kneeling before my exposure and making your way to my entrance. You gently kiss the edges of my sex, and slowly sweep your tongue up my slit. I cry out at the contact, and claw at the edges of the table. Your arms are wrapped around where my legs meet my pelvis, holding me in place, otherwise I couldn't stay still. You continue to lick me slowly, building up the heat in my womb. Your tongue plays with my throbbing wet clit while I grind my hips into your mouth. You suck my engorged clit into your mouth and brace yourself for the loss of control my body experiences. I arch myself into your mouth, breasts high in the air while I start to play with my nipples again. My head and neck curve back in ecstasy, occasionally you break away from my clit to plunge your tongue into the pool of moisture below, lapping it up. You sense a new urgency in my body, I'm close and if you don't stop soon I'll definitely come. You lick a final trail from my entrance, up my clit, and kiss your way up my torso, lingering on my breasts again. You suck and bite from my breasts to my jaw, and our mouths meet to share my juices, tongues dancing. You lift me up to a sitting position where we keep our mouths close, I'm breathing heavily past your kisses. HIS I reach down and palm your bulge over your pants, massaging it for a minute, feeling your huge outline. I fumble for your zipper and slide your pants down, revealing your tight boxers. I can see and feel your outline perfectly. You're rock hard and grinding into my open palm. I pull your boxers down slowly, your cock springing free. You're huge and desperately need some attention. For the first time, I wrap my little hand around your huge dick, stroking it lightly, but with enough pressure for you to groan into my mouth. You're slick with precum and throbbing for my touch. I break our kiss, mouths still dangerously close, while I look deeply into your eyes, still stroking your cock. I plant a quick kiss on your mouth, and kiss along your jawline, slowing down where your jaw meets your ear. I lick and kiss here, nibbling your earlobe. I continue to kiss your neck, licking and sucking between kisses. My free hand is wrapped in the roots of your hair, tugging with perfect pressure while I suck and bite the most sensitive parts of your neck and collar. My hand still around your cock while I tease your neck, you're moaning quietly. After a few minutes of this delicious torture, I lick a trail from your collar to your chin, and place my mouth on yours again, sliding my tongue inside to taste yours once more. When you've had enough of my temptation, you fasten my legs more tightly around you, and lift me from the table, switching our positions. You're leaning on the table, my feet drop from around you and meet the floor, naked bodies still crushed together. You lean down to kiss me, and when we break away, I kiss down the length of your torso, knees finding the floor while I tease your hip bones with kisses and licking, still stroking you. I draw my lips up to the head of your erection, rubbing the tip on my lips, driving you insane. I blow lightly on the head and you shudder. I stick my tongue out, swirling and tracing your head, licking it like a lollipop. I move to the base of your cock, looking you in the eyes while I slowly lick up your length. When I reach the end I wrap my lips around your tip still swirling my tongue as I move further down your shaft, when you reach the back of my throat. I let you fuck my mouth for a few minutes, you glide in and out of my mouth, gently making me choke. I slow you down for a second, and I look in your eyes while I relax myself, and move my mouth down your cock, this time there is no resistance and my throat doesn't end. My lips meet the base of your dick and you're all the way inside me. You rock your hips back and forth into my throat. You fuck my throat like it's a pussy. When I can feel you're close, I hold your hips in place and release your cock from my throat, gasping for air when you're out. I stand up to meet you for an exchange of saliva and precum. TRANSITION You grope my ass and tits while we make out for a couple of seconds, then you lift my legs and wrap me up around you. You turn us around and I'm sitting on the edge of the table again. You're positioned between my legs. It's our first time, together, and actually ever. We exchange a reassuring gaze, letting each other know we are ready. I'm leaning back only slightly, resting on my elbows and forearms, chest held in the air while I stare down at your cock, mouth slightly agape, waiting. I feel you glide the tip up and down my slit, rubbing my clit lightly. Still sensitive here, I whine a little in anticipation. You stop at my center, and I feel you apply a little pressure. THE KILL Slowly, you sink into my tight pussy and I feel you fill me up. I let out an intense moan and my breasts heave upwards as I inhale with pain and pleasure. You feel so good inside me. It hurts in the best way. I've never felt anything like it. I give you the okay to move inside me, and I feel such an extreme fire build in my abdomen. We move together slowly, while you lean me back on the table. I lay down with my legs once again wrapped around your waist, nails digging into your back when you hit my cervix. You kiss my neck while you ravage my tight wet pussy. You flex your muscles into me as you pound me into the table. I let out cries of ecstasy and moan your name. You feel me clenching around you and you groan into my neck while you kiss me. We are both close. Your hands are tangled in my hair pulling it, making me cry out for you. You pump hard into me, faster and faster as you get closer to climax. My nails drag down the length of your back as I close around your cock with my internal muscles, the start of my orgasm is enough to put you over, and we come together, intensely, loudly. I feel your hot cum fill me up while we exchange heavy breaths. We sit up together and kiss passionately while we come down from our high.
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Life in the city of Evening wasn't paradise, but it was the closest thing to it on Earth. Crime wasn't eliminated entirely, but the offenses were just a small fraction of what other cities saw. The streets were clean, the rent was cheap, and there was opportunity everywhere if a woman was just willing to go out and seek it. It was a city where a woman could ride the subway without fear of creepy stares, perform her job without worry about an unfair gender gap, and walk home at night from the bar without needing to look over her shoulder. The secret to the city's success was exclusivity. Everyone wanted in, but there was a strict criterion that needed to be met. The first, most obvious one, what made the city more liveable than anywhere else: No men. Out of the 500,000 people living in the city, all of them were women. Second, no children. No one was born into Evening: citizenship had to be earned, and new immigrants were only allowed to apply once they were at least 18 years of age. Even then, of the hundreds of millions of women to apply each year, only a relatively few were allowed to move to the city. Inside the studio, the women were eating cake because of the third rule: No one over the age of 39. The studio's founder just had, and it was time for her farewell party. Kate Winslow had started the Sapphic Erotic Fantasies studio fifteen years ago, moving into Evening after spending the past seven years as a hardcore porn actress. In front of the camera, she'd been a legend with her 5'6 frame blessed with exactly the right curves that men wanted, the cheekbones and cute nose framed by wavy auburn hair that could have made her a model, and the almost obscenely large, all-natural L-cup breasts that it would almost have been a crime for her to not be in porn. Here in Evening though, there was no shortage of talent and she'd literally had girls lining up to star in her videos, letting her show off her talents and experience behind the camera. And as great as she was faking orgasms and giving titjobs, she was even better as a director and writer, the studio producing volume after volume of best- selling, critically acclaimed girl-on-girl action distributed around the world. There had even been rumors that because of her service she'd be allowed to continue working in the city even as she entered her 40s. Unfortunately, she was no exception to the rule. "I can't believe you're going." If it wasn't for the fact that she'd already gone through makeup, Sarah would have been weeping. As it was her mascara was already starting to drip. She'd only been in the city for less than a year, had spent even less time as an actress, but the petite blonde teen was already a sensation, looking dangerously tempting in a slutty schoolgirl uniform, her youthful looks and attitude type-casting her into all the ageplay roles. She wore her emotions on her sleeve and Kate was more of a mother figure to her than her own family, so it was rather impressive that she was holding it together as well as she was, "It's just not fair!" "Now, now. It's not the end. She's going to be living just out in the suburbs. It's hardly more than an hour's drive. And if you don't want to make the trip, you can always try calling." Ruby said as she enjoyed the cake. The curvy redhead was Kate's second-in-command and protege. At thirty-two, she was one of the top professional dominatrixes in the world, her high cheekbones, toned, fit body, and her icy blue eyes able to leave a girl stuttering like a deer caught in the headlights. "Yes, and if this is the last video we make with Kate, we should make it the best." Moeko still had a noticeable Japanese accent, but the young woman was always careful with her words. Behind the scenes, she was the most serious- minded of the bunch, the bespectacled twenty-year-old having her nose buried in a book or her eyes glued to a laptop, always studying. Even though she had moved to Evening, she was attending university and studying for her engineering degree, and none of them had any doubt she'd be successful when she did. Moeko was a genius, fluent in six languages, graduated from school at only fifteen, and already she had published work in math journals. In front of the camera though, Moeko turned on a youthful charm that outmatched even Sarah's natural attitude, which might have convinced an audience that she wasn't old enough to be starring in these films. Once her top came off and that audience was able to see the heavy E-cup breasts she was hiding, those doubts would be blown away. "Exactly! It's been a pleasure working with all of you." Kate raised her voice, addressing Megan the camerawoman and the new assistant Kelly as well, "A pleasure and a privilege, and I'm sure that even after I'm gone, you're all going to continue doing great work. These were the best years of my life, and I'll never forget the memories we made together, the friendships forged in—" "Afternoon, ladies." All heads turned towards the door. There, standing with his arms crossed and a giant grin on his face, was the exception to the rule. Marco Henshaw. The one man allowed to live inside the city because he was the one who had founded it in the first place. He was the one who made the rules and he alone was the one who enforced them. No one understood just who he was or how he could do the things he did, but he was impossible to oppose. If he said something, that was the way it went. Telling more than half a city's population to leave their friends, family, and lives behind? Not a single man argued the point. Suggesting that all the hottest women in the world apply to take their place? It was a ritual that all girls went through on their 18th birthday now, talking with an Evening representative to see if they had what it took to join the city. He had used his powers to end all wars and eliminate poverty. Crime still existed-Henshaw had said he didn't want to erode the free will of the planet any more than he had to-but it was a rare occurrence. He had been the undisputed ruler of the world for more than fifty years, and those old enough to remember how shaky things had gotten before he took charge were grateful for it. If Evening was the paradise of this world, then he was both its Creator and the one most enjoying his creations. A reward to himself for all the good he had done elsewhere. And at the smaller scale, his words were just as overwhelming, "How's it going, Kate? You're looking great. But why don't you get out of that frumpy sweater and let me really see how you've held up?" Kate's heart caught in her chest as she pulled the loose grey sweater she was wearing up over her head. She had on a plain beige bra underneath, and since it wasn't up to his standards of sexiness, it followed soon after, leaving her in just the comfortable jeans that were almost but not quite'mom jeans'. Out of habit, she kept her arms behind her back, grabbing her wrist so she wouldn't try and cover herself. In the fifteen years she'd lived in the city, she'd had more contact with Henshaw than most other women. She'd even lived in his penthouse the first year she'd moved into the city, all those years ago. It had been her responsibility to be his breakfast cockwarmer. Each morning she would follow him to the table as he sat down to eat, then wrap her lips around his cock and suckle until it was hard. Once that was done, she'd squeeze her chest around it. If he scratched her head, that was the signal for her to start massaging it, moving her chest up and down. A flick in the forehead meant to slow down. More than any urge for modesty, she was resisting the urge to rub her forehead right now as those memories came flooding back. "Not bad, not bad. I don't think it's my imagination. I think they really have gotten bigger since the old days." Henshaw stood in from of Kate, lifted one of her breasts in his palm, let the soft flesh spill out of his hand, then let it drop. Kate bit her lip to stop from speaking out, "Just a bit of sag, but nowhere near what I'd have expected. Good girl." "Thank you, sir." In spite of herself, she felt a bit of pride at that. When a man had a near limitless supply of the most beautiful women in the world all vying for his attention, even faint was a rare and valuable treat. "So what have you girls got planned for the last day?" He looked towards the others, his eyes narrowing in on Sarah and Moeko, traveling up and down their highly sexualized schoolgirl uniforms. "It's, um...it's the final installment of our Schoolgirls In Love. It's a romance erotica series. The storyline has a love triangle between the teacher Miss Ruby and her students, Moeko and—" "Schoolgirls, got it. And lemme guess, you're this cutie's mom, right?" Henshaw interrupted Kate as he put his hands on Sarah's shoulder from behind, gave her a squeeze. The young woman's face had her panic painted all over it, gave out a high-pitched squeak. "Well, no...I've not been in one of these in years." She had a vague idea of the direction he was heading. "Well that's no good. But don't worry. While I'm here, I might as well fix this script for you." Her suspicions proved to be right on the money. One hour later she'd gone through makeup and was dressed in an approximation of a schoolgirl uniform. Aside from the twin pigtails, she didn't match the other girls too closely, the skirt rode up so high her panties were showing—not such a bad thing, since they were still making pornography—and her nice $400 sweater had been cut up with a pair of scissors, becoming sleeveless and sliced so high that even with her arms down, the hint of her dark areolas was still poking out. She was standing side by side with Sarah and Moeko, and she didn't need to fake her embarrassment or the blushing as she looked down at her feet, the view like always blocked by her massive chest. "Honestly, I don't know what I'm going to do with the three of you." Henshaw was playing the part of the Headmaster-Principal would have made more sense in the context of the series, but Henshaw had objected, saying "Principal is fine, but c'mon, it's got Master in the name? Of course we'll use that."-as he sat on the edge of his large desk. Ruby was still dressed like the strict teacher, her fiery red hair in a tight bun, but she was on her knees, worshipping Henshaw's balls with her tongue. "Late for class. Because you were busy making out. Trespassing into the teacher's lounge. To make out with Miss Ruby here." He patted her flushed cheek, "And you were even making out in the middle of class. Girls, you can't just make out with each other all day. You're at this school to learn, not be whorish sluts." Henshaw was the one responsible for the script, especially his own lines. The girls had all had to pitch dialogue they thought would humiliate and embarrass the women the most. "Now, when I was your age, I had my own little addiction. Cigarettes. When my pop found out, he sat me down with a pack of them and I had to go through each and every one. It was terrible. But it was the last time I ever lit one up. Clean living from then on." He stepped forward, Ruby crawling backwards to get out of his way. His hands went under the skirts of Moeko and Sarah, rubbing them both, their tiny white thongs providing almost no defense as he stared straight into Kate's eyes. Kate could hear the girls on either side of her whimpering. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see that Moeko's tongue was hanging out of her mouth. Their arousal was as real as her embarrassment. More real, since Henshaw had told both of them to be more aroused now than they'd ever been in their life. "You're a clever girl, aren't you, Kitty? So use your mouth to show me how I'm going to turn you three from a bunch of sluts..." His fingers must have finally penetrated both girls, the excited gasps were genuine, "...into good girls." "Yes, sir. Headmaster. You can...ah..." He took his hands off the women beside her, put them on Kate's chest and squeezed down like they were twin stress balls, "I said use your mouth, bimbo. Not your brain." He'd told her that her breasts were a powerful erogenous zone. That having them squeezed tightly like this would melt her mind and make her think only of sex, of pleasing him. It didn't matter that he'd told her that more than fourteen years ago, the command was still as strong today as it had been then. She cried out as she felt the will-weakening orgasm ripple through her. She sank to her knees, leaned forward. Her mouth was open and already drooling as she licked his shaft. It had been years since she'd even touched anything phallic, but she still swallowed his cock and took it down her throat without a hint of a gag reflex. The sensation of it pushing down her throat, stretching her jaw open, took her back in time to those hazy days of pure pleasure and obedience. She got back into the old rhythm, her head bobbing up and down, her tongue lashing at the crown of his cock, her eyes looking up at him worshipfully. Just the way he liked it. Just how he'd told her to do it. "That's right. You girls need to be stuffed with so much cock you're not going to be want to see it again for the rest of your lives. Too bad I'm the only one here though, I'll have to handle you all myself." He grabbed Kate's head in both of his powerful hands, then started to control the pace. She almost gagged as he treated her so roughly, but muscle memory kicked in and she started relaxing, let him take control. She stared up at him with pure devotion in her eyes. She'd missed this feeling so much these past few years. As he started cumming, she gulped down, surprising herself as she was unable to keep up, his cock popping free as the last thick ribbons of cum splashed into her face; he'd not been this virile back then, and it was hard to imagine that he'd somehow gotten even more masculine since the last time she'd been with him. "Good girl. Not bad, taking it all yourself. Now it's your turn, girls. Miss Ruby, go ahead and clean Kitty up." He put his hands on Sarah and Moeka's shoulders, gently pushed them down to their knees. Both girls were nervous, Moeka so much so that she bit her tongue saying "Yes sir", but they gave it their best efforts. Sarah had never been with a man before. She'd set out to Evening dreaming of romance with the world's #1 bachelor. She'd thought of romantic candlelit dinners and a big wedding with the most amazing dress and a giant rock on her ring. Instead, she was on her knees, her jaw stretched out farther than she thought it could as she struggled to take his cock into her mouth; she had no idea how Kate had made it look so easy. Moeka hadn't been thinking of romance at all. She told herself that the reason she came to Evening was so that she could get away from it. After all, in a city with half a million girls as pretty or prettier than her, what were the odds she would even run into him? Even working at a porn studio, she told herself it was just being efficient, a few hours of her time once a week was more than enough to give her enough financial independence to focus on her studies. But as Moeka hungrily sucked and licked Henshaw's nutsack, she had to admit that a small part of herself had been hoping for this. She could hear her own heartbeat and the sound of her own breathing. Every breath in and out was a moan, and even after she became aware of it, she couldn't stop. Just like she couldn't stop fingering herself even after she'd already brought herself to orgasm twice. She watched them work at it with jealousy and admiration. Sarah was so young and inexperienced, she'd still only filmed scenes with partial nudity, topless and having her ass spanked. She was shy about kissing and said it was uncomfortable. Moeko was bolder, but she'd never shown any interest in sex outside of the job. Now the normally stoic genius was a slave to her emotions. What the two lacked in experience, they were more than making up for with their raw energy. "Alright, girls, enough with your mouths. Show me what you can do with your pretty tits now." Henshaw gave the order and the two were ready to obey. "Yes, sir." They answered in unison as they unbuttoned their blouses. Sarah had less than a B-cup, Moeko's E-cup looking even bigger by comparison, but there was no room for hesitation when Henshaw was talking to them. Together, then pressed their soft chests on either side of his cock, Moeko squeezing her firm but marshmallow soft breasts against him while Sarah cradled the shaft in one hand while the other gently squeezed and played with his balls. "C'mere." Kate's eyes were drawn from his cock to his face as he brought her up to her feet, pulling on her pigtail more gently than she'd remembered him doing so in the past; even if Henshaw hadn't seemed to age at all since founding the city more than fifty years ago, she could see that on the inside he was a bit more mature and comfortable with himself, even if he was still a narcissistic egomaniac who kept a whole city as his harem. She nuzzled up against his cheek as he pulled her close, her heavy breasts resting on his shoulder. As distracting as the two petite, sexy girls working together to please him might have been, he didn't seem to be paying them any attention as he struck up a casual tone, "So what have you got planned for after you move?" "Well..." Her eyes glanced over towards the camera still filming them even as he'd so blatantly broken character, then back towards him, "Some of the same. I'll still be working with the studio, running the website, editing the videos. I was...I was also thinking I might start a family, settle down." "A family...mmm..." He gave her chest another mind-blanking squeeze, her eyes fluttering right up to the second he finally let go, "I like the sound of that. Whatever it is in your genes that led to these," Another small squeeze that nearly made her cum, "That's definitely too valuable to be lost forever. Any lucky guy in mind?" "No, sir, of course not. I live in Evening. I am yours." He knew without asking. From the moment they entered the city until they left, the only man they could remember or think of was him. Friends, lovers, even their fathers were lost in a haze, their whole idea of masculinity associated with only himself. "Thought so. Well, let me help you out." "Sir?" She couldn't imagine the master of the city playing matchmaker for any of his girls and another man. "Alright, girls, that's enough. You two are going to need a bit of practice if you're ever going to hit par for this course." He said as flicked Sarah and Moeko on the forehead; even if they were doing their best, even if any other heterosexual man on the planet wouldn't have been able to last even half this long, he'd experienced the very best the world had to offer, day after day. It took more than a can-do attitude to keep him happy, "For now, help Miss Kate here up onto the desk and keep her legs spread wide open for me." "Yes, sir!" Both answered with a thrill, and neither had any trouble with the unresisting Kate. Thoughts of matchmaking had left her mind as she bit down on her lower lip. To think that her last day at work could end with a creampie from the one in charge of everything. She gasped as she felt the head of his cock pushing against her dripping wet hot slit. When he pushed inside of her, she felt her pink walls go into spasms, the orgasm making her grateful for Moeko and Sarah being there to support her. Sex with Henshaw was the most amazing experience in the world, for the simple reason that he'd said that it was and every woman was helpless but to believe him. She could think of no greater moment to go out on, a memory she could keep with her for the rest of her life. She didn't see how it could get any better. When she started cumming, she felt a slight dissociation. She knew she was screaming out with the pleasure, writhing against him, thanking him, begging for more, but she felt like an observer in her own body. And then things got fuzzy. When she came back around a few minutes later, Ruby was between her legs, licking up all of the cum that was dripping between her legs. Looking to the side, Sarah and Moeko were laying right next to her, the asian girl on top of Sarah, both of their lips locked as they passionately made out with one another. Moeko was forceful, holding Sarah's cheeks in her hands, pushing her tongue as deep inside as she could, while Sarah was passive, accepting everything eagerly but unable to make moves of her own. It was no wonder she couldn't, not when her hymen had just been popped by Henshaw, the ultimate alpha male thrusting into the virgin so hard and fast that Kate would have felt sorry for her if not for how much she was clearly enjoying it. Kate cried out with couldn't have been her first orgasm, and Moeko groaned as she felt herself being penetrated again. Now it was Sarah's time to take the lead in their kissing. She was gentler, slower, but also more of a tease, grabbing and squeezing and pulling on Moeko's large, perky breasts. "You sluts learned your lesson?" "Yes, Headmaster...! Oh god, yes...!!" Moeko cried out, even if that wasn't her line in the script. She was too lost in the pleasure to think straight. "F-forgive me, Headmaster...but I don't think it worked. I just want your cock even more now." Kate said, getting the production back on track. "M-me too, Headmaster. Please...we're such naughty schoolgirl sluts, we couldn't ever get tired of your cock." Sarah added. "Cock...oh god...your cock...so big...fuck me, fuck me...!" Moeko was still off-script, but Kate thought that this might work just as well. Henshaw came inside of Moeko, filling her with a hot, sticky load, then let out an exaggerated sigh, "What am I going to do with you girls? Guess we'll just have to try again tomorrow." ********** Half an hour later, Kate and the others had gotten dressed, wearing large, comfortable white bathrobes. The party continued on right where it had left off, and Henshaw had stuck around. With the cameras off, he'd taken the time to talk with every girl in the studio one on one. Even Kelly and Megan had gotten their time with him, and even if he hadn't fucked them, they were beaming ear to ear with the biggest grin's Kate had ever seen. "It was good seeing you again." Henshaw said as he gave Kate one last hug when it was time for him to leave. "You too, sir. Thank you so much. I'll never forget this day." Kate wiped at her eyes, the tears starting to come. She knew that the rules were the rules, but she'd made a life for herself within the city. Saying goodbye to it was harder than she had imagined. And the hardest part was having to say goodbye to Henshaw. She'd not seen him for years, but just the thought of being a part of his harem had filled her with pride. "Shhh...I've got one more surprise for you." Henshaw said with a smile, "Something only special girls like yourself get to experience on days like this. She looked at him in confusion, not understanding what was coming. Not until he leaned in towards her, nipped at her ear, and whispered a single word, "Ovulate." Immediately she felt her body respond, fill with arousal and need, become driven with purpose. She could feel herself being fertilized by the cum that was still deposited deep inside of her, and she knew that a new life was being stitched together inside of her. She felt a joy at this new purpose, a new reason to go on living, a way to keep serving. Kate would never return to the City of Evening. But somehow, she knew that in the future, close to eighteen years and nine months from this moment, she'd return to the edge of the city. It would only be right for a mother to see her daughter off.
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We believe in the first amendment, and more broadly, in the basic principle of free speech and this section may push the boundaries of that principle, but the United States Supreme Court has approved of this type of material. We believe that the Supreme Court was correct in their decision. Author's Notes: The characters of Nara, Mara, and Taloon ( as well as the world setting ) are not my creation. I have added my own take to each of them. This is a fanfiction fantasy, and simply draws upon the original world/characters as a setting. No toe-stepping is intended. @=== }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} I awoke in clothes that felt stiff and damp, blinded by the bright sunlight streaming down on me. "Young Master, this is a most unwise place to take a nap, I must say." Squinting through the glare, I made out the silhouette of a man standing over me. Gradually, my eyes adjusted. The man was dressed garishly, with a wide comical mustache of gray. Looking around, I didn't notice anything familiar. In fact, everything looked entirely too green. The air smelled odd too -- cleaner. Sitting up, I muttered, "Where in the hell am I?" "You are a few miles southwest of Endor, young Master," Mr. Mustache answered me. I laughed, "Endor? Should I be looking for Ewoks or Taloon?" "You know Master Taloon? I would expect one acquainted with such a shrewd arms merchant to be better equipped. Unless you have things hidden in that obviously magical bag your head was resting on." _Oh, man, I must have fallen asleep playing D.Q. Four. This is one fucked up dream,_ I thought with amusement. _What the hell, may as well play along._ "Thanks for the wake up call, good merchant. I assume you're a merchant by your sack of wares." The wandering dealer smiled, and replied, "Indeed I am, and I am at your service, should you require anything." "Well, let me go through my bag here, and see if I need anything." Picking up the bag, I could tell it was magical the moment I opened it. There's far more space inside the thing than it could possibly contain. Digging into the bag, I quickly recognized Erdrick's Armor. _That should impress the hell out of the locals._ Attempting to remove it from the bag, however, proved impossible. An attempt to drag out the Armor of Radiance from Dragon Quest three failed as well. _What the hell?_ Grabbing a suit of leather armor, I found it came out of the bag easily enough. A maker's mark on it listed it as coming from the village of Lifecod. Testing a theory, I dug around until I saw something else familiar. The maker's mark on the wing of the wyvern said Leftwyne, and I was able to pull it from the bag without any problem. _Okay, so something has to be common to all the games in order for me to get it out of the bag. Either that, or it has to come from this world. Not a problem. What's the strongest common armor? Magic Armor should work._ After a moment, I found exactly what I was looking for. Pulling it out of the bag, along with a broadsword, I told the merchant, "It appears I'm fairly well supplied, I'm afraid, good merchant." Shrugging his shoulders and smiling, the wandering salesman said, "Such is my luck. I must warn you, there are many bubble slimes in this area." Having recognized several healing and antidote herbs in my bag, and now almost dressed in my Magic Armor, I wasn't terribly worried. I found the armor to be quite light, and the broadsword felt completely natural in my hands. The only thing I could guess was that my skills in the game were transferring over as skills within it. Attempts to cast a spell after that proved fruitless, however. _Damn it,_ I laughed mentally. _A good Zap spell or two would be pretty impressive. Oh well, I guess I'll have to depend upon my trusty sword here._ Sheathing the sword, I said, "Thanks again, good merchant. Now, if you would be so kind as to point me in the right direction of Endor?" "I travel that way, if you wish to walk with me," he replied. "Sounds like a plan to me. Shall we go?" As we set off, I hoped I wouldn't wake up too soon. This dream was actually kind of fun. Seeing the Dragon Quest sprites as real, flesh and blood people was a real blast. I whistled _Wagon Wheels March_ as we walked, and found that the tune actually set a good cadence for a quick hike. "That is quite a stirring tune, young Master. I recall now that I do not know your name." _Well, I use this name the first time I play through any game, so it seems appropriate._ "Just call me Thakkor." "Thakkor it shall be then, young Master. You may call me Bertir." He hesitated a bit as we continued on, tilting his head as if listening. "I would advise having your sword ready, Thakkor. I believe I hear something." Snapping my weapon free of its sheathe, I discovered the merchant's advice was quite sound only a moment later. A pack of three bubble slimes came bounding out of the underbrush along the trail, their smiling faces from the game nowhere near as amusing in real life. They bounced toward us at a quick pace, and the merchant next to me readied his sword, even as I brought mine in front of me. With a gurgling cry, the first one leaped at me. I reacted with perfectly timed instincts, slapping the creature aside and cleaving a great rift in its poison-oozing hide. The creature hit the ground and almost appeared to deflate, fitfully undulating in an attempt to rise again. I didn't have time to admire my handiwork, as the other two bubble slimes were already on the attack. Bringing my sword back across, I caught the slime attacking me with the flat of my blade. The blow sent it hurtling into the distance like a line drive. My merchant friend didn't have such good luck, and he took what looked like a painful wound to his right shoulder. He managed to batter away the attacking slime, and I stabbed down right through the center of it, holding my breath against the acrid stench of the creature's poison. For good measure, I jabbed the still twitching first slime, to make sure it stayed down. Glancing toward where the final bubble slime had landed, I saw it rapidly running away. I whistled the 'end of battle' sound effect, tilting my head as if listening for the level-up music to follow. "Damn, not enough experience, I guess," I chuckled. Turning back to my fellow traveler, I saw him breaking out in a sweat, not looking well at all. I asked, "Poison?" Bertir nodded, and then pointed weakly at the dissolving remains of the bubble slimes. Lying upon the ground were a few gold coins, and a pair of herbs. _Those would be antidote herbs, of course. Bubble slimes drop antidotes, when they drop anything._ Bertir having pointed out the herbs more or less confirmed it as well. Snatching up one of the herbs, I handed it to Bertir. He rubbed it on his shoulder wound, and almost immediately started to look better. After a minute or two, he said, "Thank you Thakkor. You fight quite well. I am lucky to have found such a worthy traveling companion." Clapping him on the opposite shoulder from the wound, I said, "No problem, Bertir. That's what you do on the road -- take care of your fellow travelers, right?" Picking up the coins from the ground, I handed half of them to Bertir. "Oh, and share the loot, of course." Laughing, and refusing to take the coins, Bertir said, "You did all the fighting, young Thakkor. The coins belong to you. I find I enjoy my gold more when I earn it through bartering, anyway." Pocketing the coins, I said, "Fair enough. How far are we from Endor?" "Just over that hill, and we will be there," he replied. Gesturing for him to take the lead, I launched back into _Wagon Wheels March_ as we walked. @=== }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} Endor was a big town in the game, but it paled in comparison to the sprawling city before me. Everywhere there were merchants, buying and selling. People bustled here and there, roaming from shop to shop, and home to home. The entire city seemed to be alive with movement as I walked the streets. Off in the distance, I could see a tall stone structure, with bright pennants on top. At first, I thought it was the castle, but then I noticed an even larger mountain of stone in the distance, and determined that the first must be the casino. I certainly planned to check that out at some point. "I must go to set up my booth. It has been a pleasure to travel with you, Thakkor," Bertir said, sticking out his hand to shake. "Same here. I'll be sure to look you up if I need anything," I replied while shaking his hand. Bertir walked off into the throng, and I took in the sights. The people were somewhat exotic, and oddly dressed, but otherwise they were regular people. I ran into an assortment of friendly, rude, and indifferent townsfolk, just as I might have expected to encounter in any fair-sized city. Fortunately, I had plenty of gold in my magical little sack, so I had an excuse to wander through a lot of the shops, adding to my stash of items. I also had plenty of gold for the local brew, which went down like water, but kicked like a mule. @=== }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} I woke up from a dream about home, my head pounding and my mouth dry. Once I was able to open my eyes, I dimly recognized the room at the Inn I'd stumbled into the night before. _Can you dream in a dream? I expected to wake up at home, but I'm still here. This is getting just a little bit to frikkin' weird,_ I thought as I tried to drag my still partially inebriated carcass out of the bed. I was glad to find that healing herbs worked just as well on a hangover as a sword slash, and shortly after taking one, I was up and about again. I headed back out into the streets, planning to hit the casino and try my luck at some poker. I'd always done well in the game, so I decided I'd give it a shot. It looked like I was stuck here at that point, so I figured I may as well have a little fun. As I meandered through the streets, I happened across a gathering crowd. Curious as to what they were pushing in to see or hear, I wandered that way. I heard a female voice when I got closer. "... great darkness, and light. They will contend, with the fate of the world in the balance. This city carries a torch on the side of light." I managed to edge my way through the crowd, and I knew exactly who I was looking at, the moment I saw her. Leaning over a crystal ball, the fortuneteller speaking prophecy could have only be Nara. She appeared to be in a deep trance, but snapped out of it almost the moment I got a good look at her. "Bah, more vague prophecies," one man near me said, as he turned to walk away. A woman a few feet away said, "She predicted my husband's return, though. What if she's right?" A buzz rose up from the gathered people, as they all argued about the validity and relevance of Nara's prophecy. Seeing that Nara looked weak and dazed, I pushed my way through the crowd. "You okay there, Nara? You don't look so good," I asked. Nara replied, "I am fine. Sometimes visions come upon me, which are so strong, that they leave me a little out of sorts." A moment later, her head came up and she looked at me curiously. "How did you know my name?" Twitching my eyebrows, I said, "I have my own abilities, much the same as yours. I know what's going to happen. I believe your prophecy, by the way. You're one of those carrying a torch for the light too. You and your sister." _May as well have a little fun with my knowledge of the game,_ I thought. Looking a little apprehensive, but obviously intrigued, Nara stood and said, "Would you please come into my tent? I would hear more of what you see in the future." "Sure, why not. Name's Thakkor," I replied. Nara wore heavy, concealing robes, but they couldn't hide the swell of her bosom. It took quite a bit of effort not to stare at her breasts, or any of her for that matter. She had sun- browned skin, big expressive eyes, full lips, and long, dark hair. Her sprite from the game certainly didn't do her justice. Nara walked over to her tent, the sway of her bottom a hypnotic sight indeed. She turned and pulled back the flap of the tent, gesturing for me to enter. The flap quickly closed behind us as soon as I stepped inside. "Please, have a seat, Thakkor, and tell me what you know," Nara requested, sitting down on a cushion within the tent. @=== }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} To say Nara was intrigued by what I told her would be a great understatement. Having played the game a million times, I was able to describe all sorts of things from the future. Nara listened with rapt attention, asking questions on occasion. Finally, I finished, and Nara summed up her thoughts in a single question. "You say that I, my sister, and these others will face a great evil, in times to come? One will come to draw us all together, and lead us to our destiny?" I answered, "That's it. Endor is important, but you, and those you'll meet here, are more important by far." Nara asked, "What is your place, in this destiny?" "To guide you, I suppose," I replied. It was more or less the truth, as when playing the game that was what I did. "May I try to get a sense of your future, Thakkor?" Smiling, I said, "Sure, why not." Reaching out, Nara took one of my hands, and laid it between the palms of hers. She closed her eyes, and almost immediately jerked, as if hit by a jolt of electricity. A gasp accompanied her sudden movement, and her eyes popped open a second later. I asked, "Did you see something?" A rather mischievous grin spread across Nara's beautiful face. "Yes, I did." "Sister, are you here? People are saying that you riled up a crowd with a prophecy today." I turned to see Mara pulling back the tent flap, and stepping inside. She looked much like her sister, save having a lither figure, with smaller breasts and narrower hips. She was also dressed in far from a conservative fashion, showing a great deal of very attractive skin. Mara paused upon seeing me, and raised her eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, now who is this?" Her voice was seductive, and suggestive, the question directed as much to me as it was to Nara. "This is Thakkor. He sees the future, as I do. I will tell you of our visions later, as I know you will dance tonight. I would not wish you to be late." Nara's tone indicated that there were some silent communications going on between the two sisters, something I was not privy to. Mara let out a little amused sound. "Very well, I'll be by as soon as I'm done dancing tonight." "I will see you then, Sister," Nara responded with a smile that bordered on smug. _A little bit of competition between the dear sisters, I see. They certainly glossed over this in the game script._ I chuckled, and then realized, _And they're competing over me. Well, well now. This has some interesting possibilities._ Mara left, and Nara stood up almost immediately. "Will you come with me? I don't think this is the appropriate place to reveal my vision to you." I picked up just a touch of anticipation in Nara's voice. I raised my eyebrows in a silent question, and received an equally silent answer when color flooded Nara's cheeks. "Sure, lead on. You certainly have me wondering what you saw." Nara exuded an almost visible sense of excitement as I followed her through the streets of Endor. We soon reached the room she shared with her sister, and Nara quickly ushered me inside. The only furnishings were a pair of canopied beds, a table with two chairs, and a few trunks. I heard a bolt slide home behind me. Turning around, I found Nara facing me, locking the door behind her back with practiced ease. She asked, "Would you like to know what I saw in my vision?" "That was the plan for coming here," I laughed. Shaking her head slightly, Nara said, "No, my plan in coming here was to make that vision come true. In my vision, we both lay in my bed, spent from a wonderful evening of lovemaking." As she spoke, she walked over to me -- her hips swaying, and her hands working on the ties of her robes. By the time she reached me, her robe was slipping open, revealing the cleft between her large, firm breasts, and the tanned skin of her flat tummy. "I have to say -- that sounds like a wonderful vision of the future." Knocking on my breastplate, she said, "Take off that armor, and let us fulfill my premonition." I was rapidly discovering one of the significant drawbacks of metal armor -- it doesn't give very well against a swelling erection. Nara swept past me, pulling her robe down off her shoulders. I kept my eyes on her, while unbuckling my armor as fast as I could. When she reached her bed, she let the robe pool to the floor, revealing her full, naked backside in all its glory. Nara climbed into her bed, covering her body in the gauzy curtains, in what was a sexy display of feigned modesty. The nearly transparent material did nothing to hide her large breasts, capped by small, dark nipples, or the carefully manicured nest of curls adorning her mound. I started toward the bed, the final plates of my armor clanging to the floor even as I took the first step. I tugged my shirt over my head as I reached the bed, but Nara took the initiative after that. Pulling me close, using the waist of my pants as a handle, she pulled them down as soon as my knees pressed against the bed. I kicked off my boots, and stepped out of the material gathered at my ankles. Nara reached out to my smooth-shaven cock with a look of delighted surprise. She let out a little moan as she wrapped one hand around my shaft, cupping the orbs below in her other hand. "It's so smooth. I've never felt something so wonderful." Sighing from the soft touch of her hands on me, I responded, "I think I can safely say the same." Licking her lips, Nara said, "I think I can top it." Letting out a sharp gasp, I managed to say, "I think you're right," as her lips slipped over the head of my cock. After that first suckle, and a few tickles from her tongue, Nara appeared to be unhappy with the awkward angle, lying on her belly to reach me with her mouth. She tugged me onto the bed with her, and a push on my chest instructed me to lie down. My back barely hit the mattress before she leaned over me, sliding her hands up my legs until they reached my hips. She then lay down on her side next to me -- her breasts pressing against my leg with firm, delightful pressure -- and took me in her mouth again. I groaned as she engulfed nearly my entire length with that first slow suck. She then sucked in her cheeks nearly concave, sliding her soft, wet lips back toward the tip. Nara kept a tight vacuum on me, her full lips sliding over my shaft in a slow, teasing motion. Normally, it's very difficult to get me off with oral sex. Something about the angles, or the pressure, just keeps me below the point of no return. Such was not the case as Nara worked her magic on me. I could feel the itch building after only a few bobs of her head, and it steadily intensified with each wonderful stroke of her mouth. Pausing at the end of one slow suck, Nara suddenly bobbed her head quickly, over just the mushroom tip, for several strokes. Her tongue caressed me as she sucked, and I felt my balls tighten. When she swallowed me whole a moment later, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. "If you..." I had to pause to gasp before I could finish. "If you keep that up, you're going to delay your half of the vision by a bit." Nara's lips slid back over me with agonizing slowness, releasing me with a pop. She looked up into my eyes with a satisfied, mischievous grin. "Feel good?" I chuckled weakly, "Yep." Rolling over onto my side, I took Nara's hand and guided her to move up toward the head of the bed. _Now, of course, is when I'll wake up from this dream. That's always my luck._ I didn't wake up, though. I kissed her neck, moving upward to suckle her earlobe lightly for a moment, and then started back down again. Her nipples were pebble hard when my lips reached them. Her moans were sharp and loud, as I sucked the stiff points, flicking them with my tongue. The pace of her breathing picked up, and I saw her hand creeping between her thighs in my peripheral vision. "Oh, you're making me ache," Nara said in a breathless whisper. Releasing her right nipple -- giving it a final curl of my tongue around it -- I told her, "I think I can do something about that." Nara gasped as I kissed her tummy, and then she moaned as I traced kisses over the taut flesh toward her mound. I moved my arms out of the way, one at a time, giving her room to part her legs. The scent of her arousal washed over me, prompting me to speed up my journey toward the source of it. Short trimmed, dark, curly hair adorned her sex -- just hiding the treasure beneath. A slow slide of my fingers parted her labia, revealing the sharply contrasting pink between them. Looking up into her eyes, and smiling for a moment, I lowered my lips to her. Nara let out a quavering gasp, one of her hands coming to rest on the back of my head. The very first swipe of my tongue over her wet folds revealed a uniquely spicy taste. Whatever caused it, I certainly liked it. Pressing my tongue in deep, I swirled it over her walls, gathering up the abundant, flavorful juices. It took only a few moments of experimentation to discover that Nara preferred a soft touch. I worked my tongue in slow strokes, teasing her labia, just brushing the pearl at their apex, stoking her fires steadily higher. "That feels so good," Nara moaned. I looked up to see that she was now rubbing her fingers over her stiff nipples, stimulating them as I lapped her. I gave her a deliberate swirl of my tongue on her clit, drawing a sharp yelp from her, and causing her hips to rise up to meet my mouth. I returned to the swollen bud a moment or two later, receiving much the same reaction. When I closed my lips over the center of her pleasure for a moment, she gasped out, "More!" With devilish intent, I released her clit and wiggled my tongue downward, between her labia. A broad stroke upward touched her special spot for a second, and I let out a sensual chuckle, as the pleading tone of her moan revealed what she wanted. I edged her higher with flicks of my tongue, and my suckling lips. Her breathing quickened yet again, and more of her juices washed over my tongue every time I moved downward for a taste of them. "Oh, please, I need to come," Nara said in a strained voice. I had already started to lift her hood, even as she said the words. Her body language had revealed her need long before her words. A warbling scream of pleasure burst from her as I gave her a strong stroke of my tongue over the bared nub. Nara's fingers curled into my hair, and I knew the time for teasing was over. Her hips rocked rhythmically up toward me, pressing me tight against her sex, as if I needed any additional encouragement. Wrapping my lips around her clit, I circled it with my tongue, increasing the speed of the strokes with every swirl. Yelps, moans, and gasps erupted from her as she climbed higher. When her fingers fisted into my hair, and she thrust her wet heat hard against my face, I knew she was there. Her thighs clamping tight around my ears muffled her scream of release, but I could feel the power of it reverberating through her entire body. I let up the pressure just long enough for the initial shock of her orgasm to pass, and then attacked her clit once more, with even more gusto. Her grip on me tightened, as she went into a string of multiple climaxes. Despite the ache in my neck and jaw, I was far from done with her when Nara pushed me away. Curling up into a fetal position, she clamped her hands over her sex, trembling and jerking as the aftershocks of her orgasm continued to rock her. I stroked her back, giving my painfully throbbing cock a quick stroke of my fingers to calm my own need as I did so. It took Nara a couple of minutes to uncurl, and she still gasped for air even then. "Oh, it has been too long," she moaned. "I've been touched by nothing more than my own fingers in months." Licking my lips, I said, "There's plenty more where that came from. I love how you taste. I could lick you for days." Shuddering from those words, she rolled over to brush her fingers over my cock. "I want to feel you inside me." I started to tell her I didn't have any condoms, but realized that the odds were she would have no idea what I was talking about. "Even if I pull out before I get there, there's still a risk of getting you pregnant." Wrapping her hand around me, stroking her hand over my hard flesh, she informed me, "It is safe now. My abilities have never failed to predict when I might become with child. Now is not such a time." Groaning from the feeling of her hand stroking me, I said, "I honestly don't know how long I'm going to last. I feel like I'm going to burst right now." Purring, Nara rolled onto her back and parted her legs wide. "Then do it. I have magic that can restore your vigor in very little time. I love feeling a man come inside me." The sight of her, legs and lips parted wide, teasingly stroking her folds, made that an easy request to fulfill. "Well, since you asked so nicely..." Nara chuckled quietly, and then purred as the head of my cock pressed up against her. She leaned up, and moaned as she watched me vanish into her tight canal. I closed my eyes, loving the tight squeeze of her, as I slipped easily into her saturated depths. "Damn, you feel good," I groaned as I hit bottom. "Mmm, so do you. Take me." She gasped as I withdrew, letting out a high- pitched grunt a moment later as I filled her again. Her fingers moved in slow circles over her clit, and she licked her lips sensually as I started thrusting in earnest. As tight as she was squeezing me, and as worked up as I was, I knew I wasn't going to last long at all. I tried to hold it back, hoping to get her to her peak -- or at least close enough to finish her off before I couldn't handle the sensitivity. After only a few more strokes, I knew the effort was going to be fruitless. Already teetering on the edge, it was going to take only the slightest change in the pace, or angle of my thrusts to make me explode. She saw the strain in my face, and stopped rubbing her clit. Gripping her legs behind the knees, she pulled them up toward her chest and said, "Give it to me, Thakkor. I want it." I didn't really have a lot of choice at that point. Tightening my grip on her hips, and spreading my knees a little farther apart, I dropped any pretense of control. The sound of our bodies coming together quickened for a few strokes, and then I was there. Letting out a growling scream, I erupted into her hot depths. She echoed my scream with a squealing moan, placing a caressing hand over her mound. As I haltingly rocked my hips, still spurting inside her, she softly said, "I like being able to make you lose control like that. It feels so good." "Gods, yes," I groaned. "Damn, you're wet." "It's been too long, and I was already wet from the moment I had the vision of us," Nara responded. Pulling free, amidst a protesting moan from Nara, I collapsed back onto the bed. "That's going to have to be some powerful magic, if you're going to get me up off this bed any time soon." Nara reached down to gather up a stream of her creamy juices, mingled with a dollop of my escaping semen, and brought it to her lips. Reaching between her still parted thighs for another taste, she said, "My magic has never failed me before." Nara rose up to her knees, licking her fingers clean. Moving her hands and speaking softly, she cast her spell. My eyes opened in surprise, as I felt the fog of ecstasy in my head fade somewhat. Strength flooded through my limbs, even as blood rushed back into my slowly softening cock. I sat up, still a little in awe of her magical trick, and Nara dropped to her hands and knees on the bed. Whipping her hair as she looked back over her shoulder at me, she said, "I like it this way. Do you?" "Oh, yeah," I replied, as I got up on my knees too. Nara slid her hands forward slightly, causing her hips to rock upward, giving me a clear view of her still dripping pussy. I teased her, running the tip of my erection over her slick lips, and then grasped her hips with both hands and drove my cock home. Nara sighed as I penetrated her, saying, "So deep." After only a pair of strokes, I could tell I wasn't going to come any time soon. I was still too desensitized from having just exploded in her only a minute or two before. After a few more strokes, her body language revealed that she wanted me to take it easy, as I had when lapping her. I set a measured pace, pulling back until the ridges of my cock head slipped from between her lips, and then pushing back in until my body pressed hard against hers. I knew the steady strokes had to be letting her feel every inch of me, and I certainly felt every inch of her, gripping me tight. Every few strokes, I would lean back, or forward a little, changing the angle at which I slipped into her wet heat. Every time I hit a new area of her depths, Nara would let out a long, deep moan. That prompted me to try turning slightly to the left and right as well, giving her even more varied sensations. Nara leaned down to lie with her upper body on the bed, reaching beneath her to rub her clit. At the same time, her hips started to move back toward my thrusts, indicating that she was ready for me to move away from the gentle pace. I increased the speed and strength of my thrusts, my loins starting to slap against her now jiggling bottom on every stroke. Between her wetness, and my semen still inside her, little squishy sounds joined the claps of our bodies meeting. I was starting to feel the first tingles of a building orgasm, but Nara was far ahead of me. Her hips thrust back at me hard, and I matched her obvious desire by giving her harder pumps of my pelvis as well. I could just see her fingers flashing over her sex, and she was panting for breath. Rising up for a moment, flipping her hair, and looking over her shoulder again, Nara gasped out, "Faster!" Getting a better grip on her hips, I gave her exactly what she wanted. Warbling screams of ecstasy bubbled from her as I took her with all I had. Just as I thought I'd have to slow down, or erupt inside her again, she came. Her face pressed into the mattress muffled Nara's scream, but it was still quite loud. Her walls clamped down tight on me, actually holding me in place. I probably could have pulled free and thrust again, if I'd really tried, but her hands reaching back to grab me indicated clearly enough she didn't want me to. She held me buried inside her, rhythmically contracting around my cock, and screaming her pleasure into the sheets. When her hands fell to the bed again, I felt a crooked grin crossing my face. The pause had staved off my own climax, and I knew that if I kept up a rapid pace, I would last even longer still. Grabbing her hips tight and spreading my knees apart, I pounded into her. Still coming, Nara let out a sharp scream when I started thrusting again. The scream was rapidly replaced with a growl as my cock slammed into her. I didn't relent in the slightest, assaulting her with all my strength. Her cries turned more animalistic by the moment, as I drove her to even higher plateaus. Sweat glistened on both our bodies, as I neared my own point of no return. Nara had reached the point where she could no longer voice her pleasure, emitting only rapid, blasting breaths from her wide-open mouth. She only found her voice again, to release a drawn out groan, when I buried my cock inside her and coated her walls with my cum again. I leaned over her, my knees feeling too weak to support me. Nara continued to gasp, trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. When I simply couldn't remain upright, I jerked from her with a scream, rolling heavily to my back on the bed. Nara's hips sank to the mattress, little tremors still rocking her. For quite some time, neither of us could do more than gasp for air, and pray nothing touched either of us within a foot of our oversensitive nether regions. When we both could move again, Nara asked me, "Where are you staying?" "Over at the Inn, I'm just visiting," I replied in a weak voice. "My sister will be home before much longer, but I don't want this to end just yet. I'll leave her a note, saying I went out to do a reading for someone in a nearby farmstead, and will be saying the night. Would you like to take me back to your room at the Inn?" _Ah, what a wonderful dream,_ I thought. "I'd love to, just as soon as I can move again." Nara giggled and snuggled up against me. "You were wonderful." "So were you. Do you think we can top it?" "We can try," she replied with a laugh. @=== }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} I woke up the next day, still sticky and weak. Nara's spells proved quite potent, and I was able to get a rise twice more. I didn't even remember pulling from her the final time, before I collapsed into an exhausted slumber. Nara awoke a short time later, rolling over and kissing me. "Good Morning." "Probably closer to afternoon," I chuckled. Nara's eyes opened wide. "Oh -- oh dear. I have two important people scheduled for readings today. I must go, before I miss them." "I'll find something to do for the day," I said, folding my arms behind my head. "And I'll provide you with plenty to do tonight," Nara whispered sexily into my ear, before kissing me again and rising to look for her clothing. I lay in bed for a short while after Nara left, still feeling pretty worn out from the marathon sex the night before. Finally, boredom got to me, and I climbed reluctantly out of bed. A quick bath a little while later helped
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me feel better, and I hit the streets, dressed this time in common clothing. I passed Taloon's shop, and I almost went in. The crowd looked pretty thick, however, and I didn't really need anything. I decided to give it a miss for now, and head over for a long overdue date with the casino. @=== }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} I laughed as I lost yet another bet on the monster fights. The coins didn't really mean much, as I was just goofing off by that point. I'd lost two hands of poker upon first sitting down, but after a few double-downs on the third, I had sixty-four thousand coins in my casino account. After a couple more big wins, the dealers had started to scowl at me, so I decided that was enough poker for the day. Heading over to the slots, I played with a tiny percentage of my winnings. After quite a few losses, I hit a couple of big jackpots, and got back well into the black again. With a nice bankroll safely away from my gambling lust, I played for a few hours on the numerous machines. They were far more varied than those in the actual game were, and it was a great deal of fun. When the casino employees started scowling at me again, I moved on from the slots. After all, there was no sense in pissing them off and being thrown out my first day. Since then, I'd been watching monster fights for several hours. Once again, I'd only used a small percentage of my slot winnings, adding to the stockpile of coins from poker. I only had a few of those coins left, and with nightfall approaching, I decided to call it a day. One of the bunny girls walked over, offering me a drink. I grabbed the foaming tankard, and then slowly dropped a dozen casino coins into her cleavage with a wink, as a tip. Twitching her eyebrows, she said, "Just call out if you need anything. My name is Candy." "I'll do that. You're sweet, Candy." I managed to keep from chuckling at my own purposely-lame joke. "You don't know how sweet," she said as she turned. She looked back over her shoulder before stepping away, and added, "But maybe you'd like to find out?" I chuckled as she walked off, with a little extra sway in her shapely bottom -- much of which hung out of her skimpy costume. "No! Damn!" I recognized the voice, and turned to see Mara leaning her head up against one of the slot machines. She thumped her head against it a couple of times, and then sat bolt upright when a small troupe of musicians began to play. "Oh no," Mara gasped. She then hurried through a door near the casino stage. The door was labeled _Performers Only._ "So this is where you dance," I mumbled. Casino employees were in the process of moving around tables, and bringing out additional seats. I noticed that there were quite a few patrons, mostly men, also filtering in through the front door of the casino. I moved up toward the stage, planning to take a seat right up front, but a spindly worker put his hand on my chest before I could sit down. "If you want to sit in front, you have to pay. Three coins up front -- and you're expected to tip the dancers." I scowled at the guy for a moment, and then glanced down at his hand on my chest. He moved his hand, looking a little worried and apologetic. I pulled four casino coins out of my pocket, tossed them on the table, and said, "There you go. Take the fourth and buy yourself some manners, jackass. I'd be happy to teach you for free, if you'd like." The guy obviously caught the warning tone in my voice. "That won't be necessary, Sir. Thank you, Sir. Would you like a drink, Sir?" I chuckled and sat down. "That's better. If you're going to be in customer service, I suggest you moderate your attitude. You can take care of business without acting like an ass. Keep your eyes open. When I turn this tankard upside down, send Candy over with another one." "Of course, Sir. Enjoy the show, Sir." He then scampered off to the other side of the stage, to help where he would be as far from me as possible. I chuckled, thinking, _If all my dreams were this much fun, I might actually get some regular sleep. Nara's planning to do naughty things with me again tonight, and Candy certainly looks like she's game, if things don't work out with Nara._ I felt a little guilt for thinking that for a moment, but laughed it off and took another long pull from my beer. _Screw it, this is just a dream. No sense in stifling it with my damn conscience. It isn't like I'm actually going to be hurting anyone's feelings; they're figments of my subconscious imagination._ The music changed, and the first of the dancers came out. A blonde woman with an overly generous endowment topside, it was obviously that salient feature that drew the whoops and coins she earned for her dance -- because she wasn't that good. I tossed a coin her way, just to be polite. I was actually enjoying the music more than her dancing. It wasn't any song from the game, but it had all the flavor of the soundtrack. I always loved the game's music, and I found my feet tapping to the beat of the songs. I made a mental note to go tip the musicians when I had a chance. Two more dancers hit the stage after the blonde. Both were quite beautiful -- and a lot better dancers than the first. I finally flipped my tankard when the third woman started her dance, wisely moderating my consumption after my first experience with the potent local brew. Candy did a lot of bending over to show her cleavage, and brushing up against me as she delivered my drink. When I pulled out the coins to tip her, she shoved her tits in my face with a wink. I deposited the coins in exactly the same location as I had the first tip I'd given her. I missed most of the third girl's dance thanks to the closer action of the waitress. Loud whoops, tankards banging on tables, and feet stomping on the floor signaled the emergence of the next dancer on the stage. I looked back from where I was watching Candy's swishing bottom, and saw Mara take the stage. Her outfit was far more risqué than those of the previous dancers. Mara's firm, handful-sized breasts were almost completely bare, with only the nipples truly concealed. Likewise, ample amounts of her dark brown skin -- identical to her sister's -- showed through the nearly transparent silken skirt she wore. It looked like she wore some sort of panties beneath the skirt, but they blended so well with her skin that it was difficult to tell. I blew out a low whistle when Mara started to dance. Her movements screamed of sensuality, even before she started to weave through the crowd, gliding her hands over the patrons in the front row. Pirouetting sprites from the game didn't do her ability any more justice than the sprites representing the sisters did to show their true beauty. I thought that exotic dancers on any world would probably gnaw their own livers watching Mara dance. Her dance was so overtly sexual, it was nearly like watching porn. You almost forgot that she was dressed at all. Coins flew left and right onto the stage. Whenever a large amount of coins clattered on the wood, Mara would spin in the direction they had come from. The larger the amount of coin, the more attention she paid to the person who had tossed them. Grinning mischievously, I pulled out a handful of coins, and waited until Mara spun away from another table. I tossed the coins onto the stage with a loud clatter, and saw Mara's eyes light up when she turned and noticed me. The scene from _History of the World_ where Josephus is being tested as a eunuch popped into my head as Mara danced around me. Rock hard instants after she arrived at my table, I quoted a line from the movie in my head, _The jig is up!_ For just a moment, I thought I caught the scent of arousal from her. Considering how close her pussy was to my face at that point, I really didn't doubt it. I also knew that she wasn't wearing anything beneath that thin skirt, and that she was shaven bare. The music built to a crescendo as Mara spun around my chair, her hands roving over my chest and arms. When the music finished with a flourish, Mara finished her dance by spinning to her knees at my feet. She slid her hands up my legs as she stood, saying, "So, we meet again. Did you like my dance?" "You're, very -- _very_ good," I replied. Mara glanced down without the slightest hint of shame at the bulge from my erection. She smiled and said, "I guess you did like my dance. I'll be back out in a little while for another spin, will you be here?" "I think I might stick around," I answered. Mara laughed and danced her way to the stage, to collect her coins and take a few bows. Once she went backstage, a poet came out. The patrons appeared to be tolerating him as a necessary evil, while the dancers and musicians took a break. Signaling the formerly rude employee, I told him to save my seat, and took the opportunity to walk over to the musicians. Pulling out coins, I said, "You all have a lot of talent, and nobody pays much attention to it because of the girls." I then started distributing generous tips to all the musicians. A man with a fiddle-like instrument spoke for the group, obviously the leader of the troupe. "It is nice to be appreciated, Sir. Is there anything you might like to hear? We play a few songs during the second break, before the back room show." Raising my eyebrows, I asked, "Back room show?" "Oh, new in town are you? The dancers perform a special show, for those who can afford admittance, after the regular show each evening. If you have enough coin to be so generous to us, I would suggest catching the show." "I think I might just do that. I had a good day at the tables, so I've got plenty of coins to throw around. Do you know this song?" I whistled a little bit of Nara and Mara's theme, much to the delight of the musicians. "No, we've never heard it, but I like it a great deal," the fiddle player answered. "If you can whistle the entire song, I'm sure we can learn it in short order. We have quite a long break still, as Wallen goes on forever with his poetry, and then we have a magician. The patrons drink a lot while those acts are going on, so the owners have stretched out their time. Nobody wants to lose their seat, so they stay through the whole silly thing." "I've got one more too. Does Mara dance in the special show later?" One of the other musicians blew out a whistle, "Does she ever!" I laughed and said, "Okay then, let's save both of these for when she dances in the special show. You can start out with the first, and then transition into this one." I whistled a few bars of the sister's battle theme from the game. The fiddle player clapped his hands, "Marvelous! Come, teach us these songs. They will fit perfectly with our standard set." @=== }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} The troupe proved true to their leader's words, and they had mastered both songs during the break, even before the magician finished his act. I promised that I'd come back by later and teach them a few more. Many of the songs from the rest of the series would be good dancing music for the girls as well. They would also fit perfectly into the set, as they were written by the same composer. Taking my seat again, the third dancer took the stage first this time, her dance a little more provocative than her first outing. She still couldn't hold a candle to the pure sexual energy Mara exuded when she danced. Dipping into my coins, I tipped all three of the other dancing girls generously, figuring they could use the boost in confidence. Having to come back on after Mara was probably hard on the ego, even with the boring poet and magician in between. Candy got another rain of coins into her cleavage when I flipped my tankard again too. I'd had more beautiful female flesh pressing up against me in this one night than I'd ever had in real life. _Mr. Sandman, I'm so going to kick your ass if you wake me up before Mara does her special dance._ Even as I thought it, doubt as to whether this actually was a dream crept through me. After all, I'd slept through two nights here in Endor, and I'd never had a dream so long, or detailed. Even those annoying dreams where you work an eight-hour shift, only to awaken to the alarm and find out you have to do it for real, had never been this long and full of meaningless little details. _Oh well, whatever it is, I'm having a blast. May as well enjoy it for now._ Mara took the stage again to the same enthusiastic greeting. Once again, I stole her away at the end of her dance with a generous rain of coins on the stage. When Mara walked backstage this time, I noticed many of the other patrons were scowling at me. I just shrugged my shoulders and sat back in my chair with my brew. It wasn't as if I'd be doing this every night. I was only celebrating my first win. I'm too much of a penny-pincher to spread coins around the way I was tonight for very long. I sat and nursed my beer, listening to the singer on stage. She was quite good, and I made sure to drop several coins in the collection jar passed around for her when it reached me. I settled in and listened to her, waiting for the special show to start. Most of the patrons were leaving the stage area, having come for the dancers. So, when the man carrying the singer's collection jar started back toward the stage, I waved him over and added a few coins to my tip. When the young lady finished her songs, she went backstage. After playing a few songs, the musicians went through the same door. A large, dangerous looking man took up a station in front of the door, while another mousy man set up a table nearby. A well-dressed young fop walked over and poured a generous handful of coins into the bowl on the table, and the human wall moved out of the way to let him pass. A couple of other men, and at least one attractive young woman, started toward the door, digging into their coin purses. A few more people filed into the casino, proceeding immediately toward the guarded door. I stood up and got in line behind them, assuming the special show would be starting soon. When I reached the table, the mousy man looked at me and said, "You're new, aren't you?" I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Suppose I am." He recited the list of rules with all the passion of a man reading a _honey do_ list from his wife. "You will keep your hands at your side at all times, save to distribute coins, drink, or eat. You may not touch the dancers, waitresses, or any other employee in any way. They may touch you in any fashion they wish, which you also approve of. You need only raise your hand above your head if you feel uncomfortable with anything the dancers are doing. If you break any of the rules, you will be forcibly removed, and banned from the casino entirely. Do you understand?" "Simple enough, you can look but you can't touch," I said, dropping the amount of coins indicated by a sign next to the bowl into it. The man guarding the door, who looked to be half ogre to me, stepped out of the way, and I walked into the backstage area. I grunted in surprised approval when I saw the soft looking chairs and piles of cushions scattered about the area. The musicians played a slow, quiet tune, and nude waitresses distributed drinks to the twenty or so patrons lounging around the room. The waitresses all wore a thin belt, adorned with a silken pouch. A place to carry their coins, I assumed. Candy's eyes lit up when she saw me, and she bounded toward me, her large breasts bouncing hypnotically. "I'm glad to see you. I'm afraid I don't have anywhere to put coins now, though." She affected a teasing pout, posing perfectly to give me a nice view of all her naked body's best features. "I'm sure you'll figure out something. I like my Candy unwrapped." Giggling, Candy escorted me to a couch near the stage. The stage was small, and I assumed that the dancers didn't make much use of it. As soon as I sat down, Candy leaned over me, straddling my legs, and letting her nipples scrape across my shirt. Her whisper was so suggestive, it could only be classified as an outright offer, "Would like anything?" "Yes, but considering the rules, I guess I'll have to settle for another beer." Candy laughed and stood up, but not before she rocked forward and let her breasts rub up against my chin. "I'll be right back." Candy was as good as her word, and when she sat the beer down, I reached in my pocket to get her tip. Once I had the coins in hand, Candy leaned in close, pressing her breasts together, creating an attractive little pouch at the top between them. "I told you that you'd figure something out," I laughed, and then dropped the coins into the beautiful little basket she'd created. Candy let out a little yelp, "Oh dear, those are cold." She stood up and let the coins drop into her hand. She then deposited them in the little pouch on her belt. "Maybe next time, I could just get them from your pocket for you." "There's another good idea, Candy. I'll give you a wave if I need another drink." "Save some for me, once the dancers come out," Candy requested, putting on her pout again. Leaning back, I laughed and told her, "I had a good day, don't worry. I've got plenty of coins to go around." Candy licked her lips and nodded, then bounded off toward the bar again. The couch was comfortable, the music was good, and the scenery couldn't be better. My eyes kept roving over toward the one female patron, who got just as much attention -- and seemed to enjoy it just as much -- as all the men in the room. She tipped lavishly, and she soon sat just as naked as the waitresses, the man who had entered with her stroking her thigh the whole time. The music picked up, and the first of the dancers came out. What ensued was more or less a long, roving lapdance. The dancers fished for coins in pockets, and other places, grinding their bodies up against the patrons, including me. I was already painfully stiff long before Mara took the stage, only the relief of the dancers and Candy 'looking for their coins' taking some of the edge off my arousal. Mara took the stage, and the musicians launched into the sisters' theme song from the game. Mara smiled at the musicians, closing her eyes and falling into the music. Unlike the other girls, she actually danced for a while, not immediately moving to the patrons to add her touch to the tip drawing enticements. When the troupe increased the tempo, making the transition into the battle song, Mara followed right along with the beat. As erotic as her dances before had been, they were nothing compared to the pure, undeniable sexuality of her dance this time. She let her hands rove over her nude body, and when she spun close to me at one point, I could actually see that she was wet. The patrons were all waving coins in the air, attempting to attract Mara's attention, but she was lost in the dance. I chuckled, thinking that the song would obviously resonate with her, as it was written for her in the game. Finally, she slipped back into reality, starting to move amongst the customers. I simply watched for a while, adjusting my throbbing erection on occasion, to keep it from driving me crazy. Mara's eyes kept flashing in my direction, and when I finally pulled out a few coins to jingle them in my hand, she moved toward me in short order. There was absolutely no mistaking the scent of her arousal this time. Sitting in my lap, she pressed her body up against me, whispering into my ear, "The musicians told me that you taught them this song. I love it. The beat is so -- exciting." "Glad you like it," I said. She stood up to lean over me, not just putting her breasts in my face, but actually pressing her right nipple up against my lips. Fighting the temptation to let the hard little point slip between my lips took a tremendous amount of effort. Mara danced around me, actually sliding over the couch back in a movement that I thought would be impossible to make look so graceful, and sexual. When she slipped a hand over the bulge in my trousers as she rose, I noted a slightly darker spot there, evidence of her wetness when she'd been grinding against my erection earlier. Slipping off the couch, Mara dropped to her knees, and sinuously wove her body in front of me, saying, "Were those coins just bait to lure me over here, or do you actually have some to give me for my dance?" "I think I have a few for you," I said. "Let me get them," she said, and immediately put her hand down the front of my pants. Her hand stroking my cock was like heaven, as aroused as I was, and considering how long the tease had been going on. "I can't seem to find them," Mara said with a crooked smile. Her hand continued to stroke over me, her fingers swirling over the head when she felt a drop of pre-cum ooze from me. "They're in my pocket, but you can keep looking if you'd like." Mara laughed and withdrew her hand from my pants. Bringing her fingers to her lips, she sucked them with a moan, and then slipped her hand into my pocket to fish for coins. She made sure to brush up against my cock several times in the process of removing the coins. Sitting in my lap again, she whispered, "Don't leave when they start clearing the room. I'll take care of it." She then spun out to finish her dance, the musicians taking the cue to bring the song to a crescendo. Mara finished with a spin that ended with her arms high over her head, her back arched, and her breasts thrust out to the room. Thunderous applause met her as she bowed to the crowd. The room was abuzz, and the most common thing I overheard was that Mara almost never touched anyone when she danced. Tonight, virtually no patron in the room had gone without having Mara in their lap. They were all quite pleased to have been here for such an exciting occasion. The employees let everyone stay for a short while; to talk and drink up a few more overpriced beverages. Then they started clearing the room. As Mara had asked, I remained in my seat. I got a few strange looks from the other customers leaving, but the staff paid me absolutely no mind. Mara had stopped briefly on her way to leave the stage, in order to speak with the bartender. Apparently, word had passed that I was to be allowed to remain. A short while later, even the employees and the musicians left the room. I took the last pull of my beer, and wished I'd thought to order one more. I could still hear the noise from the casino, loud and boisterous despite the late hour. I didn't have to wait long, though, because Mara appeared in the backstage door shortly after the last employee left. She was still nude, and gestured for me to approach while leaning seductively up against the doorjamb. As soon as I was within range, Mara reached out to pull me toward her by the waist of my pants. She pressed her lips to mine, even as she squeezed my erection through the material covering it. When she released me from the hungry kiss, she said, "I'm so glad my sister ran off to be a good working girl, and missed her chance with you. She never lives life, she's too busy working." Once again, my conscience reared up and screamed at me. Just as before, however, an excited woman, and the knowledge that none of this could be real overwhelmed it. Mara was already nude, and she pulled down on my pants even as she finished speaking. _I'd have to be some kind of huge idiot to pass this chance up._ Mara stroked her hand over my now bared cock, letting out a purr. "Oh, I like it nice and smooth like that. Most men don't understand how annoying all that hair down there is." Slipping a hand between her legs, I caressed her baby smooth nether lips, slipping a finger between them, into the wet heat beyond. "I like it too. You're so smooth -- not even a hint of a bump." "I cheat, I use magic. Hair will never grow anywhere except on my head. I have other magic too. I can give you your strength back, and get that beautiful cock hard again only a few minutes after you've filled up my mouth, or my pussy." Mara stroked me with short, quick pumps as she spoke. "I like the sound of that." _There's a little common magic between healers and mages that they never mention in the games,_ I thought. Mara tugged my shirt up over my head, and then pulled me by the convenient handle of my manhood into the backstage area. She guided me over to a couch, and dropped to her knees simultaneously with my move to sit down. My ass had no more hit the cushions, than she leaned forward and swallowed my cock. Swallowed is the only word to describe what she did. In a single smooth motion, I slipped past her lips, and right into her throat. I gasped when I felt her throat squeeze around the tip of my cock. An instant later, her lips slid along my length back to the tip, and then she engulfed me again, her nose pressing up against the curly hairs above my shaft. Mara's hair whipped as her head bobbed over me. She took me in completely each time, never giving the slightest hint of discomfort. She never slowed, or hesitated in the slightest. After a full night of teasing, it was only my surprise at her skill that staved off an explosion. It didn't last long, with her mouth caressing me so well. I gasped and grunted, my balls tightening. My conscience did win out this time, and I warned her just as I reached the point of no return. "I'm about to come!" While I'm sure Mara heard me, she didn't acknowledge it. A pair of strokes from her hot mouth was all it took. When she felt the hot spurts of my cum burst into her throat, she held me there, sucking hard and swallowing. I just kept pulsing, sending my cream directly down her throat. She moaned around me as I stopped coming, letting me slip free of her mouth with a final, slow suck. I was still twitching, jerking, and oozing a few final drops of cum as Mara cast her spell. I let out a growling scream as the little bit of steel I'd lost surged back into me. The words of the spell must have still been echoing through the empty room when Mara turned, bent over, and guided my cock to her sex with practiced precision. An instant later, she sank down on me, and started to bounce on my cock. The thought that I should be worried about a woman who obviously was this practiced just sitting on my cock without protection flitted through my head. I dismissed it, just as I had the concern over Nara earlier. This wasn't real anyhow, and there were healers to take care of any inconvenient ailments Mara might have developed through promiscuity. It wasn't hard to put those thoughts out of my head, considering how good she felt wrapped around me, and the sexy sound of her voice talking dirty. "Yes! That cock feels so good. Does my pussy feel good?" "Oh, yeah," I grunted, reaching around to squeeze her breasts, running my fingers over her nipples as she continued to ride my cock. "Pinch my nipples!" Closing my fingers over the pebbled flesh, I squeezed her nipples. When she gasped out, "Harder," a moment later, I pinched them hard, drawing a sexy growl from her. After a few more bounces of her tight ass, Mara stood up and turned around, putting her hands on the arm of the couch. I got up as soon as she turned, and I was back inside her almost from the moment her hands touched the couch. Mara thrust back hard into every stroke, clamping down with her intimate muscles to squeeze me like a vice. I gave her dancer's ass a little smack, and she moaned in response. Giving her another, slightly harder, whack on her other cheek drew a sharp, "Yes!" A few spanks later, her ass was rosy red. Mara's head bumped off the couch back every time I pounded into her, and a near continuous scream echoed through the empty room, broken only by gasps and a few breathless cries of, "Fuck me! Harder!" "Oh, yes, do it, Fuck me! Oh, oh, yes, yes, YES!" The last word turned into a high-pitched squeal as Mara came. I was nearly there myself, and didn't relent in the slightest. Growling and gasping, Mara managed to spit out, "Come inside me! Do it!" She got her wish before she even finished the statement. Burying my cock inside her, I erupted with a growl into her tight embrace. My fingers dug into her hips, even as hers fisted in the throw on the arm of the couch. "Oh, so hot," Mara moaned, bucking her hips back at me. I gasped, pulling her tight against me to stop her from moving. My eyes were already trying to roll up in my head from the strength of my orgasm, and her tight pussy sliding over me was threatening to take my legs out from under me. It didn't help much, because her muscles rhythmically clamped down on me, causing me to throb and twitch, which in turn caused her to contract again. We stood, trembling, trapped in the seemingly endless cycle for a while, before I jerked free and fell to the couch. Mara leaned down, hugging the couch arm, her ass still high in the air. Her juices and my cream ran down her thighs in a steadily lengthening stream. Mara stood with a gasp a minute or so later, gathering up the sticky trail running down her leg with her fingers, and bringing them to her lips. Once she finished sucking them clean, Mara started chanting. By now, I recognized the words and gestures well enough. "Oh boy," I muttered just before the magic activated and my drooping cock reversed course again. @=== }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} The sunlight streaming through my room at the Inn awakened me long before I was ready. I'd only been in bed for a couple of hours after stumbling back on wobbly knees from the casino. My overworked cock stung when I tried to roll over, and that prompted me to drag my carcass out of bed. Grabbing a healing herb from my magical bag, I found that it not only stopped the stinging, it also woke me up. I'd planned on going straight back to bed, but after taking the herb, I felt like getting up and hitting the town again. Walking by Taloon's shop, I found him exiting, obviously armed for a journey. After a few minutes of conversation with him, he agreed to take me along on his trip. He was going out to whack a few monsters, in order to replenish his stock of broadswords cheap. I'd left my armor back at the inn, so I returned quickly to put it on. I was looking forward to seeing Taloon in action for real. I thought it would be fun to join with him in taunting the monsters, so I ran a few insults through my head as I strapped on my armor. _I've seen better looking heads on a Demon Toadstool's warts!_ Your mother was a Big Sloth, wasn't she? Blazeghost? You look more like a flatulence flame to me, buddy! Too bad there's no way to get this armor back on quickly, I bet Taloon never thought of mooning the critters to irritate them. I stepped out the front door of the inn, turning toward Taloon's with a chuckle. The mirth caught in my throat when I saw Nara and Mara walking toward me, however. Nara's eyes locked with mine, and she growled, "There he is!" Mara started to gesture, and I muttered, "Oh shit." _So much for no consequences because it's a dream!_ Spinning, I took to my heels, headed for the edge of town. My armor repelled Mara's blaze spell, but I still caught a little whiff of burning hair. I wasn't going to take any chances. The sisters shouldn't have any truly powerful spells at this point in the game, but I didn't feel like risking Mara whipping off a Blazemost, or Nara casting one of her death spells. Running in armor -- even magical armor -- isn't fun. I was chafing in places I didn't know I had, long before I reached the edge of town. A quick glance over my shoulder revealed Nara and Mara still in hot pursuit. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck..." I cursed. _That's what got you into this mess in the first place, dumbass!_ Once outside, the terrain worked to my advantage. There were quite a few clumps of trees, and lots of hills and valleys. I ducked into a thicket and hunkered down under a bush. When the sisters ran past me a minute or two later, I breathed a sigh of relief. _Okay, how do I get out of this?_ Digging through my bag, I found a wing of the wyvern. _Fuck, that won't work. The only town I've visited is Endor, and flying back there isn't going to do me any good._ Dropping it back in the bag, I spotted another wing, this one designed somewhat different from the first. Pulling it out, I found the maker's mark from Leftwyne. _Dragon Quest two,_ I thought. _Those wings only take you back to the last place you've saved. I haven't been to the church here, so it won't take me there._ "There he is!" I cursed again, looking at the magical wing, "Please work," I prayed, and hurled it into the air. I flew up high into the air through the wing's power, dissolving into motes of light as I traveled. @=== }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} When I reformed, I found I was in an open-roofed building filled with what looked like religious regalia. Instead of a roof, a magical shield glimmered on occasion overhead. Walking over to a window, I looked out and my eyes opened wide. I saw a pair of Silver Batboons and a Blizzard creeping through the snow-covered landscape. "Who are you," sounded a voice from behind me, "The chosen ones have already gone to confront the darkness. You should not be here." Turning back around, I groaned. The last place I'd saved in Dragon Quest two was the final sanctuary. I was in Rhone, surrounded by giants and hordes of monsters with instant death spells. Slapping my forehead, I said to the nun that had emerged from somewhere within the sanctuary, "You got that right, Sister." @=== }}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} _Apologies to anyone who knows the characters, and hoped for a little touchy- feely action between Nara and Mara. The story just didn't work out that way in my head ;)_ I hope you've enjoyed this little flight of fantasy into an 8-bit world. Won't you please take a moment to vote, and perhaps send a comment? Pretty please? *laugh* FallingToFly dreamed up a great idea for this chain, and this story was fun to write. Be sure to check out the rest of the Virtual Reality stories!
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_This essay is part of a series in which I compare the ideas of philosophers on the subject of Aesthetics. I'm attempting to extrapolate from their superior knowledge and writings what I believe are important points on the creation of and critique of Art, Beauty and the Soul. I hope there are some artists/scholars out there who can appreciate my works-_ _Because I'm sure they'll seem dry to most of you!_ In _Poetics_, Aristotle outlines the craft of poetry; which combines rhythm, language and harmony in a way unique to its art form. Specifically, he examines the epic and tragic plays in regards to their construction, and the poet's means of imitation. He does so with great rigor, describing the ways in which a play is to be constructed and how these details most effectively affect the audience. For even though poetry arises naturally from human nature, it must be designed to entertain and give the meaning of things in a pleasurable and accurate way. First, Aristotle says that epic poetry and tragedy differ in several ways. An epic poem is written in one kind of verse in narrative form and its length is not limited to the hours of a day. While not all parts of a tragedy are found in an epic, all parts of an epic are contained in a tragedy. Thus Aristotle goes on to express the ability of a tragedy to cleanse one's emotions by arousing pity and fear. This catharsis is as essential as poetry itself. To most effectively facilitate this catharsis, a tragedy consists of six elements in descending importance: Fable (or plot), Characters, Diction, Thought, Spectacle and Melody. They are instruments key in the orchestrations of the Tragedian- who's burden it is to imitate action and life, happiness and misery. The Plot's and Characters' teleos (a complex Greek work which can be destiny, or innate purpose) is to express the action of the play. Thought and Diction are interrelated, in that thoughts must be appropriate to the occasion and diction must eloquently express these thoughts. Melody and Spectacle are flashy, but essential accessories for these more meaningful components. Plot is the life and soul of tragedy and must be constructed in a way that is beautiful and ordered; with a certain magnitude or greatness worthy of the stage. The unity of Plot arises from having one man as the subject with one action being represented through several incidences. While Plot is either simple or complex, it must contain Peripety (or change) and Discovery (which brings about this change) if it is to be successful. Furthermore, a plot should be so good that just hearing its summary evokes emotions in the listener. This "good" quality depends on a Plot having interesting complications with an appropriate denouement. The characters involved in these complications should be good, appropriate, real and consistent. They speak with language that is clear and not mean (average) and their mental procedures align with their actions. The greatest critical objections relate to these finer points -- neither the plot nor characters should be impossible, improbable, corrupting, contradictory or against technical correctness. In _Ion_, on the other hand, Plato does not portray the true artist as being preoccupied with these specificities. "For the poet is a light and winged and holy thing, and there is no invention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his senses, and the mind is not longer in him: when he has not attained to this state, he is powerless to utter his oracles." He is "inspired and possessed" not by art (or craft) but by god, "for not by art does the poet sing, but by power divine." Plato develops the analogy of iron rings drawn to a magnet to describe this possession. A muse attracts an artist to itself (as if they are polar opposites) and this magnetism is transmitted through the artist; who draws others unto himself in turn. These links in the artistic chain include critics, audience members, performers, chorus members and rhapsodists. This chain is made because "God takes away the minds of poets, and uses them as his ministers as he also uses diviners and holy prophets…" Aristotle speaks in great detail of the manner in which a poet communicates his ideas, but doesn't touch on where these ideas stem from. Perhaps he considers craft itself to be the source of inspiration; or that the artist is driven by the need to affect an audience. Either way, he does not attempt to explain the "why" behind the "how". Contrarywise, Plato praises the poet's calling and seems to ignore his skill. Perhaps he considers the rules of poetry to have their source in the muses as well. He doesn't outwardly dismiss the merits of technical competency, but he definitely says that technical knowledge is required in understanding art from a knowledge point of view. Aristotle is one of the men who is trained in art and knowledge and can, according to Plato, critique all artists in a particular field equally. He doesn't seem to demonstrate the passion and connection required of one who is drawn to a particular artist, but he does speak of the brilliance of certain playwrights' works. And while Aristotle does discuss craft rather than divine inspiration, he does give importance to emotional catharsis, which I think Plato would attribute to a poet's ability to interpret the Gods. All in all, I am much more drawn to Plato's ring analogy- as I feel that we are all links in a divine chain. No one weak, yet some undeniably stronger.
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The beer was stale. I mean really, how does one allow that glorious invention of man, that delightful concoction of hops and yeast go bad? I thought the expiration dates on beer were just challenges to the drinker; I bet you can't finish me before this day. My good ol' pal Paul lost this one though. You see this dry piss I'm currently drinking belongs to a guy named Paul, whose house I'm sitting in at the moment. Paul is one of my better friends. Hell he's pretty much one of my best friends, considering I placed him as an emergency contacts over one of my own sisters. (Sorry Melissa, but you're too damn flighty to trust with my safety.) We've known each other through high school, then college. We even went through the same bachelor/master's computer engineering program. It was hell, grueling programing hell but we got through it by banding together. I always though Paul was a nerd, but his help was invaluable in getting me through college and I always tried to pay him back when possible. Now that I think about it, Paul is someone I'd go through thick and thin to help out. I guess Paul felt the same way too, when he called me and asked, almost begged me in tears if I could house sit for him. He got called away for some surprise seminar that his company signed him up for and decided not to tell him about it about two days before he was suppose to go. Scumbags, I should send some malicious mal-ware through their servers. Anyway, an empty house wouldn't be that much of a problem for Paul to leave behind, unless it had at least $5000 worth of exotic fish inside. One of Paul's hobbies is caring for rare fish, the sort of fauna that exists in the water off of Sumatra or Sumer or some far off place like that. They're not too hard to take care of, but Paul doesn't want them to starve to death or shit like that. I'd catch a bullet for Paul, so feeding some rare goldfish wouldn't be too much of a request. He left me instructions to follow about feeding the buggers, but when I did some research and read the notes they turned out to be pretty much were self sufficient. Paul was only going to be gone about 4 and a half days, so I didn't have to do any upkeep or anything like that with them. I crushed the can in my hand, and tossed it in the garbage bin in the corner, settling back on Paul's comfy recliner. Paul told me he would pay me, but I just laughed in his face. Although I earned a healthy salary from my job, I still lived like a beggar in my one bedroom apartment in the shitty part of town. Just being able to crash in Paul's opulent by comparison rancher was good enough payment. A knocking at the door interrupted my thoughts. Ah, she's early. I got up from the chair, smoothing my hair back before I turned the knob. The mousy little brunette was standing there, practically bouncing to see me again. "Good evening," she said happily, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and giving me a smooch on the cheek. I couldn't help but grin at her excitement and giddiness in seeing me again and I returned the hug, even picking her up and twirling her around. She squeaked in surprise, which lapsed into delightful giggling. So wait, you're probably wondering, if you're house-sitting in your best friend's house, why are you bringing over a girl you barely know? The only thing I asked from Paul was if it was okay if I brought a girl over. Paul is one of three who knows about my hooker habit, and he himself indulged on some occasion. The second the words left my mouth Paul instantly agreed, even offering some of the toys and protection he kept in his room for me to use. I don't know what the hell Paul did with his girls, but I never thought he would be a fan of oversized anal beads. I politely declined his offering, but he did ask me if I could use the spare bedroom. Apparently that was the room he did all his fucking, and he'd be honored if I anointed it with some of my sex fluids. I told him I'd be proud to do so, since he was such a good friend. I pretended to jerk off and cum all over his walls, which got a real laugh out of him. Well back to the girl. I placed her down after a couple spins, and we locked eyes. She gave me a demure little smirk, and bit her lips looking at me. Shit, every time she does that I want to kiss her. "So how are you doing," I say, taking a step back so I can really take her in. She's wearing a tight black V-neck shirt and black leggings which really accentuate her tits, hips, and ass. The black really contrasts against her pale skin. She has some make-up on too, mascara rimming her eyes and red hot lipstick. Compared to last night, she's all dolled up for me. She springs up on her heels and lets out an exaggerated sigh, as if she's had an agonizing day. "Nothing much, just worked and worked," she said with an annoyed tone. "How about you baby?" "Same thing, really stressed out. I was about to blow my lid. Meeting you tonight was what kept me going," I say with a soft smile. Truthfully, I was at work thinking endlessly about our session last night. From the face fucking to the impromptu kiss we shared, I couldn't really focus on anything else. It got to the point I was so hard I had to sneak away to the basement bathroom and rub one out before a meeting with some clients. Good thing I did, because they turned out to be big pricks. Whatever, it's over and I'm here with her now. She's staring at me with a dreamy look, probably from what I said. She's biting her lips again, and it seems like she's trying to get me to kiss her still. Well I'm only too happy to oblige. I step closer to her and wrap my arms around her hips, my face hovering over hers. She's holding her breath, and her eyes are saucer wide at my sudden actions. I lean in and plant a soft kiss on her lips, ever so gently brushing my tongue into her mouth. She returns it vigorously, and soon she's plastered herself against me, grinding my thigh. Our tongues are diving at each other, and she's wrapped one hand around my head, the other going to the front of my gym shorts and groping the growing bulge. Damn this is gonna be a good session. Wait a minute. Session. Oh shit, for a second there I forgot I'm paying this girl. I regretfully pull away, her lips comically trying to recapture mines as I step back. She pouts at me, her hands on her hips, eyes filled with loss. I chuckle mirthfully and walk over to the table, picking up the envelop of bills. I settle back in front of her, trying to put on my professional face despite my boner poking through my shorts. "I didn't want to start without handling billing of course," handing over the envelop. I have to remind myself this is still a transaction. She nods understandingly, although she's still giving me a mock glare. She's even cute when she's angry, my mousy brunette. She pulls out the money, counting carefully as before, her eyes darting up to me with confusion. "Um, I thought we agreed upon 160 for an hour," she said lifting up the fifties. "This is 200." I laugh again, running my hand through my short cropped hair. This girl didn't pick up on my negotiation skills, or lack there-of. She's probably so use to people talking down her price that she thought the first time I did it that it was a simple mistake. "Yeah I remember," I said, taking a seat on Paul's love seat. She looks at me still, tilting her head as if I didn't hear her correctly. "I just didn't have any change, so I said fuck it." I swear I've said that before. "It's not like it's hard to spend on a beautiful goddess like you." Normally I bullshit compliments, but for this girl I mean every word. Her face goes from confusion to a bashful look, her head dipping down as if to collect herself. She picks her head right back up a few second later beaming at me. She carefully tucks the envelop away in her little clutch, and places it on the same side table. Her hands rest back on her hips as she stands in front of me, and her euphoric smile starts to turn into a predatory grin that makes me clench up a bit. A second later she pounces on me, her lips against mine, tongue jamming it's way into my mouth again. I match her, and we fight for dominance as our hands rove all over each other. I reach down and grab handfuls of her ample butt, squeezing hard. She moans deeply into my mouth, grinding herself against my crotch. I roll over getting on top, pinning her against the cushions as I start to ravage her neck with kisses and bites. She's groaning loudly, and wraps her hands over my head, bidding me to stay. She smells so damn sweet, and her unabashed cries of pleasure make me rock fucking hard just like before. I lick at the edge of her cleavage, and then inspiration struck me. I bring my hands down to the hem of shirt, and pull it over her head, sneaking a kiss when it covers her eyes momentarily. She giggles, and bites my lip when I try to pull away, holding onto me until I relent and give her another kiss. I finally get it off of her, and I can properly ogle her chest. She's not wearing a bra so her nice little tits are pleasurably apparent. I realize this is the first time I've really seen them, asides from little drool soaked outlines. This is the first time I really get to touch them too, and my hands bear down, softly fondling the fleshly orbs. She purrs as I caress and roll her nipples between my fingers. I bend down, taking her right nipple into my mouth, sucking it in so fully her entire tit is nearly in my mouth. She cries sharply, her hands wrapping around my head again, pulling me more tightly against her chest. I suckle deeply, enjoying the feel of her nipple against my tongue to the overtures of her moans. I release it from my mouth and lavish the same attention on her left nipple, repeating the same vacuum effect sucking in as much of her breast as possible. If you never had a mouthful of soft womanly titty, I suggest you go up to the nearest willing female and try it out. You won't fucking regret it. She's writhing underneath me, her legs wrapping around my hips. I felt one of her hands leave my head, and I felt it snake down all the way to her groin. I felt her knuckles rub against my bulge, but she wasn't trying to touch me so much as pleasure herself. Sure enough, her moans pick up an octave as I continue to feast on her tits. I push her breasts together, and run my tongue from nipple to nipple. They're so goddamn perfect, just the right size and feel. A lot of girls I see sometimes augment themselves with these saline sacs, and they just ruin their natural beauty. Pretty much fucking water balloons for all intents and purposes. I stare up at her while I flick one of her nipples with my tongue. "Do you like me sucking your beautiful tits," I take her left nipple into my mouth for effect, holding on to it with my front teeth and pulling it back. She groans loudly, throwing her head into the cushions eyes shut. "Oh baby you don't even know what you're doing to me right now," looking down at me, her eyes lidded. "I'm pretty sure I have a good idea," I glance down at her busy fingers and flash a mischievous smile. "Do you now?" her eyes are fully shut again and she's biting her lip. I laugh and keep worshiping her breasts for some time, licking and sucking and caressing all over. I'm starting to get slightly bored, and I yearn to explore the rest of her body. Particular her pussy. "You know your tits taste amazing," licking the underside of her right breast, "But I want to taste the rest of your body." With great remorse I stop licking her breasts, to which I heard her whimper in a disappointed tone. She won't be sad for too long though. I trail down her soft stomach with little butterfly kisses, pausing to rim her belly button, which garnered a soft moan from above me. I rub my face against her belly, my stubble tickling her something good because she breaks out in a fit of giggles. I reach the edge of her leggings, and hook my fingers over the waistband. I glance up to the girl to see her face full of anticipation, breathing slow and her gaze focused on my every move. I lick my teeth for effect, and tantalizingly pull down her leggings slowly, taking gratuitous patience with the process. As I pull them down her leg, I see her bare pussy once more. Damn this girl really wasn't wearing any underwear, just like I suspected. It made my dick twitch a little bit. I raise her legs up so I can fully take them off along with her right ballet shoe. I notice she has really nice feet, very lady like and soft looking. She must have recently went to a salon recently, because her toenails were a nice shade of hot pink. They looked good enough to eat. On a whim I gently kiss the upper arch of her foot, licking up to her big toe before sucking it into my mouth. I was slightly worried that she would be ticklish and unintentionally lash out at my face, but she suddenly inhaled through her nose, her head thrown back into the cushion again. Oh, she likes her feet being touched. Not that I'm a foot fetish sort of guy, but when I say I wanna taste every part of a woman's body I mean it, hot pink toes being no exception. I suck on each of her digits briefly, giving her pinky toe a little nip before trailing down her foot to her heel. I give it a hard enough bite to make her yelp out, but I lick up to the soft spot right under her ankle and suck on it. She moans languidly, and I can see her hand has jumped back down to rub herself again, this time without the leggings covering her up. She's moving pretty fast with the fingers, and she was breathing those same shallow exhalations that I recognized as the early signs of an impending orgasm. It was too early in the session for her to cum, and from my experience the more drawn out cumming was, the better it felt. I had that lesson quite early in my life from jacking off to pron videos on AOL. "Slow down girl, we haven't even got to the fun part yet," I say as I pull off the other side of her leggings, grasping her left foot and licking up the arch. Maybe that will slow her down. "I'm so fucking hot right now," she said, closing her eyes as I suck on her index toe. I pull off with a pop on her toe and smile at her. Maybe not. "Really? You're that revved up right now?" She moans in what I assume is agreement as she begins to pinch at her right nipple. "Baby I could cum any minute," she breathed out unevenly. "You don't even know how close I am." "Well don't just go yet," I say. With that I take a hard bite into her arch. I'm pretty sure that'll bring her down a bit. She screams and kicks out her foot, which I just manage to dodge. She's glaring at me now, her fingers frozen in place over her tit and pussy. "What the fuck did you do that for," her eyes filled with a bit of annoyance. I make my sorry face and pout at her, to which her semi-hard look somewhat softens. "Sorry sweetheart, I just want you take it down a notch," I apologetically run my tongue over where I bit. "When you cum, I want it to be earth-fucking shattering." "You didn't have to bite me," she said dismissively, her finger slowly running over the fullness of her tit. I can feel the brief anger she had slowly subsiding away. "To tell the truth, my words didn't do too much to stop you, so I thought a little direct action would help," I try smile as cheesy as possible. She rolls her eyes. I start to stroke my hand down her left leg, stopping just in the middle of her thigh before coming back up to her foot. My touch is feathery light, and I can see goosebumps form across her skin as I take another circuit. She inhales deeply, her fingers nonchalantly moving over her wet slit. "I promise you," kissing the spot where I bit, "That you will be begging me to stop. Just let me work my magic," I waggle my eye brows at her, earning a bemused giggle out of her. "Well you better deliver," she says with a smirk, taking her hand back from her pussy to her unattended left nipple. "You may continue," she says in a mockingly royal tone. "Yes madam," I reply in an overly grandiose manner. I begin to kiss down her foot, trailing kisses again on the underside of her calf, which she appreciatively hums at. I reach behind her knee, suckling at the flesh for a bit, which made her legs shiver and a breathy sigh exit her mouth. I could see she was struggling to keep her hands from drifting back down to touch herself, but she kept them resting on her tits. Good girl, she was gonna blackout when I made her cum. At least I think she will. I started to lick my way up her soft thigh, when I begin to get the barest whiffs of her arousal. I had a little taste last night, and I didn't really focus on her aroma. I nibbled gently against the creamy inside of her thigh, which made her gasp out loudly, and she brought her legs around my head, trying to lock me against her pussy. I reacted quickly though raising my arms instantly under her legs and wrapping my hands against her knees. I spread her legs wide open and held them down. I looked up to see her face filled with desperate need. "Come on, stop dragging it out," she said in a frenzied manner. She still tried to close her legs around me, but I kept them at bay. "Stop dragging what out," I teased her running a tongue in her groin, perilously close to her lower lips. She moaned almost painfully and bounced her hips up. When her eyes returned to mine, I could see that along with frustration they were also filled with burning hatred. This girl was really suffering, but it was all for a good reason. "Making me cum. I know you're gonna eat the shit out of my pussy," she spits out angrily. "Why the hell are you taking so long." Fuck that was some filthy fucking language. "Well," I kissed her other thigh, taking a gentle bite, "I told you I wanted to build you up. I can only say you must trust me that you're gonna cum so hard you might not get back up." I kiss over where I bit her. Her legs go limp, and she launches her head back, a defeated groan entering the air. "Fine," she says almost sadly. Oh don't worry sweetheart, you really won't regret this. I chuckle briefly, licking into her "Patience is a virtue sweetheart," I jab at her. "Well I wouldn't know about virtues, I sucked cock for money last night," she retorts. Oddly enough that barb turned me on something fierce, because I decided to step it up after all that. I released her left leg, bringing my right hand to lightly trace around her puffy lips. She jumped at the contact, her eyes shifting from the white ceiling back to me. She was biting her lip and it was quivering so hard. I continue to dance my fingers over her mound, staying purposely away from her wet slit and her engorged clit. I want her so turned on that the second I touch her with my tongue she cums, so I just continue to really graze over her without really touching her pussy. She must have realized that as well, because I can hear her moan almost in a begging fashion whenever my hand trails just too closely to her twat. When I feel that's she's given up on me ever actually touching her, I run a finger between her wet lips and up to her clit, lightly mashing into it as I did before. She bounces at the contact before releasing one of the most relieved moans I've heard. I continue to lightly stroke her pussy up and down, before I dive in with my face. I rest my nose over her pussy, taking in the delicious aroma. It smells just as good as it tasted last night, and I can't wait to savor her juice again. I reach out a tentative tongue, repeating the same motion as my finger did a minute ago. She completely freezes up when my slippery muscle touches her, but soon she's undulating into my mouth as I being to explore her pussy. I trail my tongue all over her, quickly licking up the little dribbles of her arousal. She's breathing real raggedy, and I'm pretty sure she's really close. I wanted to stretch out her orgasm as long as possible, but I decide to switch gears. She waited long enough, why not reward her patience and control with a lovely little orgasm. Plus I'm not one for waiting really. I latch my lips to her engorged clit, simultaneously inserting my fingers into her pussy. She shrieks out loud, her hips pushing up against my face. I wrap my free hand around the small of her back and I literally mash my face into her pussy, as I suck and finger fuck her to what will hopefully be sexual oblivion. Her lower half is rising off the couch as she attempts to somehow get more stimulation than I'm already giving her. Her loud shrieks of pleasure are mixed with choking gasps and muttered curses as I flick over her clit in the same way I did with her nipples. She's soaking wet, my fingers sliding in effortlessly. It feels really hot and tight, and I think to myself how nice it'll feel when my cock is in there instead of my hand. Suddenly she freezes in place again, her legs trembling, her hips lifting off the couch. I swear she holds the pose for a straight minute, but I didn't really count the time as I was too busy plugging away at her pussy. Then just as abruptly a loud piercing cry shakes me from my work. I look up to see her covering her eyes with her hands, her hips going into spasms. While she's cumming I decide to switch up what I'm doing, my fingers pulling out her pussy to be replaced by my tongue, only to go and rub hard against her clit. She shrieks again, my little slut banshee, her hands clutching my head as I continue to tongue fuck and rub her to another orgasm. She's not even moaning anymore, just screaming loudly with her hips still up in the air. How the hell is she holding herself up there so damn long? I momentarily get up to get a better look at her. Her face wracked with a mixture of discomfort and joy, her eyes wide open bugging out. It's like she can't even comprehend what her body is going through right now, the pleasure almost alien to her. With one final shrill wail, her pussy begins contracts around my tongue and her hips violently tremble as a third orgasm washes over her again. She bucks a couple of times, whining as I keep pushing my tongue in and out of her tasty box. She drops down suddenly, going completely limp, save for the heaving of her chest. Holy shit that was a good one. Didn't think I really had it in me to turn a girl into jello. I absentmindedly stroked her pubic mound as I allowed her to recover. We laid there for a few minutes, before her head darted up to look at me, as if remembering where she was. She has this far away look in her eyes, which would've scared me if it wasn't for the huge smile adorning her face. "So," I say cautiously. "Was that worth the wait?" She giggles madly, propping herself up on her elbows so she can get a better look at me. As soon as we lock eyes, she starts to laugh again, her head resting back on the cushion. I'm starting to get a little worried now, was it not earth shattering? Maybe she's had better, and she was just faking it for me. The sound of her laughter unnerves me. The last time a girl laughed at me for my lack of sexual skill I had to be talked down by my friends from jumping off the water tower in shame. She finally looks at me again, composed and a gentle smile on her face. "Baby I haven't had another man make me cum like that in a while," she says with a sensuous tone that reaches right to my cock. I'm so relieved you wouldn't even know. "I mean I was going crazy from how long you were taking, and I even thought you were gonna take even LONGER when you put that little tongue of yours on my pussy," she sways a bit as if the memory brings back the feeling. Her fingers have dropped back down, tracing over herself. "And then I came, not just once but THREE fucking times," she takes in a shuddering gasp, her eyes closed. "I mean the first one could've killed me, but then the other tw-I can't even," she seems breathless again, leaning back against the cushion of the couch. If only she saw the ridiculously proud smile I had on my face, she would probably been have able to call out my bullshit that I said earlier. Truth be told, I hadn't really known what I was doing in building up her orgasm. I was just playing by ear so to speak, just taking as long I as could in getting to the actual pussy eating. Normally when I ate out a girl I just dived right into it with none of this fore-foreplay, and eventually I got them off. I never had a girl come from just a few minutes of me licking her, much less three in a row. I feel like a sex god from what I just did. I crawl up from where I'm sitting, pressing our bodies together as I face her again. I stare into her eyes and see flickers of still burning arousal, and her smile is quirked in a welcoming way. I capture her lips in a soft kiss, my hand reaching up to stroke her hair. She wraps her legs around my hips, her wet pussy getting the front of my shorts a little moist. She pushes her tongue into my mouth, wrestling with mines as she starts to moan. We play tonsil hockey for a bit, before she pulls away from me, leaning her forehead against mine. "You know this is the second time you got me off first," she said her hips grinding. Her pussy rubs against my cock, and the heat is making me just every so slightly breathless. She removes her forehead from mine and gets closer to my ear. "And if I remember correctly from last night, you said you were gonna fuck my pussy sideways Daddy," she said, taking my earlobe into her mouth. Woah, that was a game changer. I unconsciously moan out loud as she sucks on my ear, but what she said has me all ready to go and plow that pussy of hers. My somewhat softening cock quickly becomes at full mast, and I swear I can feel the blood pumping through it this second. I'm thinking I should just take her right now on this couch, my shorts barely down while my cock goes into her slick hot pussy. I can already hear her cries of desperate pleasure. But then I remember Paul wanted me to take the girl to the guest room, or more accurately the fuck room as he called it. I stand up, pulling along with me as she looks at me confused. Perhaps she was assuming we were going to stay in the living room the entire time. "I don't want to fuck you on the couch," I said to her, clearing up her look of puzzlement. I lead her down the hallway to the fuck room, her fingers entwining with mine as we walk. It's a cute gesture, and I feel a little romantic from her doing that. Been some time since I've held hands with a girl like this. I glance back at her, and she's smiling this great big smile, following me excitedly. I open the door and we step in together. It's spartan, with what I think is a twin sized bed with some flowery sheets and a matching comforter. A full mirror adorns the wall on the left side, directly facing the bed. There is a nice oaken dresser below it, which Paul assured me all the toys and protection was. I meant to bring condoms with me so I didn't use any of Paul's but I had left them my counter when I went to work in the morning. I'll just buy him a new box of whatever I used. I take a seat on the bed, pulling her into my lap and kiss her again. Without missing a beat we jump right back into our passionate mood, our tongues brushing against each other. Her hands are wrapped once more behind my head, while I reach down and squeeze her silky ass cheeks. I'm pretty sure that's going to be our default kissing position from now on. Her pussy is rubbing incessantly against me, and I start to hump back now. We're moaning into each others' mouth, and I'm enjoying the sweet taste when she pulls back abruptly. Now my face is full of despondence, my lips wide open tongue sticking out. She giggles at my agonized look, and I feel a twinge of annoyance at her laugh. The tables have turned, and now I'm aching to get inside her and cum, shortly after fucking her to release of course. A gentlemen must always insure a lady comes first. She reaches down and takes my shirt over my head, sneaking a kiss when the shirt is over my head as I did to her earlier. She giggles as I bite on her lips to try and keep her, but she pulls off with a tsking noise. She bends over and takes one of my brown nipples into her mouth, lightly sucking at the nub. I moan out loud, my hands gathering bunches of the sheet. I never had a girl lick my nipples before, and it feels pretty fucking good. She switches over to my other nipple, sucking intensely while twisting the nipple she just left with her fingers. My dick is ridiculously hard, and I'm inhaling deeply through my nose trying to control myself from just grabbing her and nailing her hard against the floor. It seems like she read my mind, because stops what's she doing and glances at me with a coy look before stealing a quick smooch. "That feel good baby," she asks shyly. "Yes it did," I sigh. I'm gonna request that more often now. "Now imagine what you were doing to me earlier," she breaths out, pinching her nipple briefly. I lean over to try and take her tit in my mouth again, but she catches me by the forehead and stops me giggling. "It's your turn Daddy," she says, laughing at my desolate look. "Just relax." She kneels down and grips my waistband, pulling off my shorts. I raise my legs to get my feet out of my crumpled shorts on the ground, when she grabs my right foot. I didn't know what she was doing, but I didn't impede her at all. She shuffles back a bit and brings my foot to her face, sucking in my big toe. Electricity shoots through my leg into my groin as I grunt out at the sensation. "Oh fuck," I gasp. Is that what she felt when I was sucking on her toes? It felt damned good. Eyes closed, she slowly bobs her head up and down up on my toe, occasionally taking it out of her mouth and licking the tip of it like it were my cock head. I'm really, really having trouble from grabbing her head and forcing her to go down on me, but I hold myself back. For now. She opens her mouth wider, and manages to force at least the two neighboring toes into her mouth, making exaggerated gagging noises as she sucks on them. Her free hand is lightly stroking my calf, drifting occasionally up my thigh and sometimes perilously to my groin. She pulls off my toes with a wet pop, and licks up and down the side of my foot, as if it were my cock she was sucking off. She nibbles lightly on the arch which makes my foot curl up in pleasure. She smiles with a sultry look, and takes a nice long lick from my heel to the top of my big toe, sucking briefly. "Do you like me sucking your toes baby," she says taking my index toe into her mouth, murmuring. "Y-yes," I fumblingly mutter out, my hand stroking my hard cock. When the hell did I start jerking off? I thought I was fixed in place the entire time she was sucking on my foot, but I guess I unconsciously started to beat myself off. "I bet you do," she continues, licking the across the undersides of my toes. "I bet you love watching this slut worship your feet." Her eyes are beginning to be filled with a feverish lust, and I can tell she's just as turned on by her adoration of my foot. She rubs her face against the pad of my foot, cradling it with closed eyes. "I can't wait until you fuck me baby," her eyes opening up to stay into mine. "I can't wait until you fuck me like the whore I am." she says in a whisper. She's really hitting all my goddamn buttons, no she's fucking slamming them with an oversized circus mallet. "Hm these feet are so strong," she says, feeling them as if they were indestructible. I did have some mildly gargantuan feet for my height. "When you're fucking this pussy from behind, can you step on my head with this big strong foot like the dirty cunt I am Daddy," she pleads with me with desperate eyes. I gasp at her suggestion, the visual playing out in my mind, her strained but pleasured look as I'm balls inside her, my foot trampling the side of her head against the bed. I imagine her trying to get up arms struggling to push away from the bed, but my foot pressing down harder, and I give her a few vicious thrusts for even trying to leave. I remember the first time I saw that in a porno when I was 15, and I came hard as fuck breathless and heart pounding. "S-sure," I stutter out. I don't know if she's just saying that or not, but I wouldn't be afraid to try it out. "I really hope you do Daddy," she says sucking in my big toe again. "I want you to treat me like a dirty little fuck hole." I can't control myself anymore. My hand darts out and grips her hair, a shocked cry leaving her mouth before I silent it with a deep and fiery kiss. I bite her lips, sucking them into my mouth and sucking hard as she moans loudly. I release her lips and attack her neck, scraping my incisors against the soft skin and leaving hickeys as I kiss a little too hard. She's wrapped her hands around my head again crying out intensely as I continue to ravage her neck. I lick up to her ear, and suck in her earlobe roughly. She shudders and clings to my head tighter, caressing my head as I gorge on her dainty ear. "I'm gonna fuck your face for a little bit," I whisper in between sucking on her earlobe, "And when I feel like I've had enough of your whore mouth I'm gonna fuck that pussy until you're unconscious." She moans out so resoundingly that it seems to echo across the room, and I can feel her shivering against my body. I pull back from her ear, and I force her head down to my crotch with no preamble. Without missing a beat I feel her take my cock into her mouth, and it feels just as warm and wet like I remember it. I start to hump into her mouth, tiny grunts coming from behind my clenched teeth. She's sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing out as I get deeper into her mouth. My cock's teasing the back of her throat and she coughs a little bit, but I ignore it and keep on thrusting. She's drooling now, and I feel her wet spit pooling in my lap as I hold her head down all the way to the base of my cock. I let her up for a gasp of air, as I stand up to change my position. I can't get as deep as I like in this position, and my back's hurting a little bit from being hunched over, jamming her face into my crotch. I get behind her and twist her around so she's leaning back against the bed, her head tilted down at just the right angle. I grip myself at the base and thrust in all the way down to her throat, groaning loudly as I resume my assault on her face. One of her hands shoots up to grip my ass hard, the fingernails digging into my skin.The pain is a great contrast to the feeling of her tight throat around my cock, and I close my eyes to better enjoy it. I'm thrusting vigorously as before, and she occasionally sputters out some spit when I move too quickly for her to acclimate my cock. Now that we changed position, I can really look at her while I force my cock into her mouth. Her eyes are tearing up, and her black mascara is starting to trail down her cheeks. It's so incredible to look at that I could come at any provocation, and thus I will myself to slow down. I still stroke myself into her mouth, but instead of full-on bucking I'm pushing myself inside until I can feel her lips kiss the base of my cock. I then drag it out slowly, her tongue ever so slightly brushing under me. My cock feels more sensitive this way and it doesn
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't have quite the effect I was hoping for in stifling my impending orgasm. I can now make out that she's moaning, and it's then that I notice her other hand is between her legs diddling away. I feel a fresh heat rise throughout my pelvis, and I pull my cock out of her mouth with a wet pop. I lean down and capture her lips with my own again, nibbling on them. I shift a hand to stroke her sweaty and matted hair, and listen to the sweet sounds of her trying to regulate her breathing again in between her muffled moans. "You ready to get fucked girl," I state simply as I run a finger under her chin, making her look into my eyes. I see excitement dance in hers, and she nods enthusiastically as I can see her hand frantically rubbing herself. "Get up and lie back," I growl while motioning to the bed. She scrambles onto the bed, giddy as all hell. She pushes herself up the length of bed until she's against the head board and spreads her legs lewdly. She looks at me with burning desire, and she's panting as if waiting for me is wearing her out. While she's doing that, I go over to the dresser and open the top drawer where Paul kept the stuff. I push aside a vibrator or three before I find my prize, a bundle of condoms loosely wrapped with a rubber band. I undo the band and filter through them, looking for something I like. Some of them are generic prophylactics, but I'm hoping that he has what I'm looking for. I exclaim out loud as I find what I'm looking for, a couple of Skyn condoms. I really like how they feel around my cock, it's almost like I'm not wearing anything. Especially in this case, I want to feel like I'm fucking this girl with no protection. Something about her just gets me extra hot and bothered, and I'm really struggling not to just plunge into this very moment, condom or no condom. A quick glance over and I feel like she's thinking the same thing, her hand still stroking her wet pussy. I control myself, carefully opening the condom wrapper, and rolling it over my length. I get on the bed, crawling over on top of her until we're neatly aligned. We're both staring into each other with a deep anticipation for what is about to come, and my hand comes up to stroke her cheek as I grip myself and slowly ease inside. She gasps as I enter her, eyes shut tightly, her teeth clenched. Her arms shoot out and wrap around my back as her legs do the same, locking my hips in. She's clinging to me tightly, and as I gradually plunge into her, tiny gasps and moans exit her mouth. She's unbearably hot and snug around my cock, and I can very possibly blow if I'm not too careful. I finally bottom out, her pussy slowly fitting itself over my hard length, our bodies finally connected together. We both lay there enjoying the feeling, her hands slowly trailing over my back, as I take in the smell of her perfume and sweat. I raise my head up so we're facing each other again, and she smiles joyfully at me. "I've been waiting for this since last night," she whispers, a hand stroking my cheek. "I was scared you were gonna rip me open with that monster of yours." I chuckle and flex my cock making it jump inside her. She moans out, eyes closing briefly before opening up again. There's hunger in her eyes now, and the sentimental feeling she had before is gone. "Me too. You feel just as perfect as I thought you would," sneaking a little kiss from her. "You're just beautiful." I warmly smile at her. I mean every word. I see her eyes water up a bit, a faint blush on her face. Then her soft look hardens back into lust. Her hands wrap around my head as she devours my lips, forcing a tongue into my mouth. We continue to make out, her pussy feeling even more possessive around my cock now. Damn it feels amazing to be inside her. I was waiting for this moment just as much as she was, if not more. I didn't intend to get another night with her so soon, but I decided to go over my self-imposed budget. Fuck it, not like I have a lot of bullshit to buy anyway. She's worth it. I manage to get away from her hungry lips and wrap one of hands in her hair, tightly holding her from pursuing another kiss. I stared intensely into her eyes. "Are you ready to get fucked now you dirty little girl," I growl. She whimpers and removes her arms from me, clutching the bed covers. "Fuck me hard Daddy," she moans, visibly bracing herself. "Make this slut scream for your cock." Oh I am going to destroy that pussy, every bit of it. I sit up straight, my ass resting on my heels. I place my hands on her knees for support, and I pull my cock out of her slowly all the way to my cock head, before thrusting in fully. She cries out loud, and doesn't stop as I begin to ravage her pussy. The bed is squeaking from the force of my blows as I piston my hip in and out of her. She feels all sorts of amazing now that I'm properly fucking her, tight and moist and just indescribably amazing. Did I say that she was amazing? Because that's the only word in my mind. I knew it was gonna be good but not this mind blowing. I fit perfectly inside her, the sort of accommodation that happens once in a blue moon when fucking another person. I've had plenty of pussy both shallow and deep, and each have their merits but for me this girl was just right. Goddamn she was flawless. I vary the speed of my fucking, going for some brief hard thrusts, before languidly sliding in and out of her pussy. We work together to form a natural rhythm, something that we instinctively pick up on each other to maximize our bliss. And I can tell from the sounds she's making that she's having a wonderful time. Sometimes she's quietly enjoying my tender administrations, lightly murmuring as I slowly stroke her, other times agonizingly screaming into the air as I pound her. She's covering her eyes again with both hands, and her pussy gets really tight around me suddenly. Her body is convulsing, and I notice that her toes are curling up again. She's breathing unevenly and her hip is rising off the bed. Holy fuck she's coming already, and we've only been at it for not too long. I feel a swift burst of energy run through me, and I lean over her to support myself on the head board as I ram my hips forward. She stops suddenly her body completely still, as a choked cry leaves her lips. Her lower half is starting to shake again, hips wildly undulating against mine as I continue to fuck her throughout her release. She's moaning crazily, her eyes wide open staring into mine. Her face is contorted with a mixture of pain and pleasure, as if the force of her orgasm is hurting her as much as it is relieving. And then I feel her pussy stop contracting, and her hips fall back onto the bed. I slow my thrusting to a dead crawl, as she catches her breath. She's so sexy right now, her eyes barely opening, her chest rising up and down. Her face has a red glow and she has a hand on her head as if to keep herself together. I bow down to garner another kiss from her, which she returns earnestly. She opens her eyes and smiles at me. My heart is feeling warm from that look of pure happiness, which I know I'm responsible for. "That felt good huh," I say brushing away the stray hair matted to her face again. She giggles, and steals another kiss from me, rocking her hips into my cock. We moan together as she does this, my hand gripping her hair as I begin to push my hips to meet hers. She lets go of my lips, resting her head on the pillow moaning softly. "It felt fucking amazing baby," she mutters, eyes shut as we continue to rock against each other. She wraps her arms around my shoulders and opens her eyes with that same intensely lust filled look. "You're not done using this cunt are you Daddy?" she whimpers. She mock pouts as she squeezes her pussy around me for effect. "Because I'd be sad Daddy, I don't want to finish so soon," she says child- like. I felt a little weird when she first called me that, but now it just reinvigorates me when we're in slow periods like this. My blood is set on fire from her question, and I pull out of her, a series of ideas flowing through my head. She has a crestfallen look on her face when I leave her, but before she can even say anything I grab her by the waist and pull her down to the very edge of the bed. She squeals excitedly as I flip her over, ass up and face down on the bed. I put one foot on the floor and keep one on the bed, and grip my cock rubbing it at her entrance. She groans in exasperation and tries to engulf me, but I grab a handful of her perfect bottom and hold her at bay. I reach down with my other hand and grab fistful of her hair, pulling her head up to a shocked cry. I lean in from behind, my lips grazing her ear. "We're done fucking when I say we're finished slut," I growl, and with that I slam her head against the bed, and enter her roughly with a deep beastly groan. She's screaming and moaning just like before, but they're muffled as she's face down into the bed. She feels even more incredible as I fuck her doggy style, seemingly tighter. I can really look at her pussy now and I see that it's dripping wet, her sex fluids greasing the inside of her thighs. Fleshy smacks fill the air as my hip smashes into her ass, mixing in with her cries of pleasure. I incessantly pound away at her pussy. Even though I liked being able to look at her face while I fucked her, in this position I feel a certain animal-like dominance. I always like fucking a girl from behind because I can just pound her as hard as I'd like and I didn't have to worry if it was too much for her or not because she wasn't facing me. "Fuck me harder Daddy!" I hear her cry out, her head up from the bed now. I swear this girl can read my thoughts. "Don't you fucking stop," her hands gripping the sheets in bundles again. Her ass looks stunning as it jiggles from the force of my blows, just like I thought it would when I first saw it. I already had it in mind that I was gonna take her from this position just because of the incredible view I would have. I look down a little further and I start to slow down a little bit, partly out of fatigue. I can see my her pussy lips wrapped around my cock, clinging to it as I pull out, and sucking it back in when I enter her. I push all the way inside her, and start move my hip in a grinding manner, which gathers a drawn out moan from her. I saw this in a couple movies I've watched, and after I tested it on a couple girls, it became a regular move in my book. I don't how it worked, all I know is that it's very potent and it's useful for when my legs get tired from fucking. As I continue to grind into her pussy, I notice that's she moved her head on her side now, her cheek pressing against the bed. I remember her earlier request for me to step on her head while I fuck her from behind, but I had some reservations. Maybe she was just saying that to get my rocks off, which it did very effectively. Really, she was just saying shit to turn us on and didn't really want me to do such a debased thing. Or maybe she really did want it. What if she was turned off from me doing that and stormed out of the house, never wanting to see me again? I take a deep breath. Everything I've done so far she's enjoyed above and beyond. Fuck it, I'm gonna do it. I'll just start slowly. As the visual from earlier plays with in my mind, I adjust my foot on the floor so I'm better upright. I inch my foot closer to her face, all the while pummeling her with my cock. Eventually I just lift it up and place it softly against her face, stepping down gradually until her head is stuck against the bed. A long sultry moan enters the air, as she starts to buck against my cock. "Oh yes Daddy step on this filthy slut," she whimpers, grabbing my foot with her hand pressing it down so more of my weight was on her. Holy fuck. "Don't ever let me leave your cock," she moans, "You can stomp all over me Daddy. This pussy is yours and it'll never leave you if you don't let it go." That's all I needed as I begin to violently fuck her pussy, the fleshy smacks entering the air again with her lusty moans. I look down as I fuck her, her eyes rolling back in her head as I stamp my foot harder against her face. She's trembling again, and I can see that one of her hands snakes between her open thighs, no doubt to rub her clit. I'm about to lose my shit, and I'm gasping frantically as I erratically thrust into her wetness. Her pussy starts to contract around me and her legs are quivering, the telltale signs of her release. I notice her jiggling ass as it collides with my hips. Since she's definitely receptive to me stepping on her head, I wonder if something a little more vanilla like smacking her ass would turn her on as well. I move one of my hands from her hips and bring it down hard against her soft ass, drawing out a deep throaty moan from her. I guess she likes that too. I keep laying down blows across her rear, making her ass a deep shade of red, until she starts to violently convulse. "Oooohh baby you're making this pussy cum for you," she moans from under my foot, her pussy getting intensely hot and tight around my dick. I can never get enough of that feeling. As I look up against the wall, I see us in the mirror. The scene is so vulgar, my foot on her head while I pound her from behind and slap her ass. We're covered in sweat, and our bodies are heaving from the effort. I can clearly see her face, mascara still in trails, now even more messed up with sweat. I expect her to have a look of discomfort, but all I can see is frenzied pleasure. That, along with her cumming so intensely from my actions help to set off my own orgasm, and I can feel my balls uncomfortably get tight, the sperm racing it way up my cock. I thrust a few more times before I start cumming, roaring out loud as I fill up the condom with my seed. I feel like my cock is on fire, and my body is in spasms from how hard I'm cumming. I'm gripping her hips so hard right now, I'm sure I'm going to leave imprints of my hand in her skin. As the last few spurts of my jizz leave my body, I unwillingly collapse next the girl. I feel so breathless right now, and I have to close my eyes and put my hand over my chest to calm myself down so I don't pass out from hyperventilating. I count my heartbeats, eventually feeling them slow down to normal, along with my breathing. I feel a sudden weight on my body, and I look down opening my eyes. She's cuddling up to me, her head on my shoulder and arm draped across my belly. She's almost purring and lazily stroking the patch of pubic hair above my cock. I guess she senses she's being watch and looks up at me, smiling gently. "Hmm did that feel good baby," moving herself up so she's closer to my face. I lean in and give her a passionate kiss, my hand holding her cheek as I nibble her lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth. She's really purring now, and she straddles my thigh rubbing herself against me. I can feel my leg getting wet again with her juices. "Fucking, mind-blowing." I breath out haggardly. I haven't cummed that hard in so long. Normally with an hour I expect to blow my load twice; not so this time. I'm exhausted, and my cock feels burnt out from pleasure. If I somehow managed to get it up and going, it would be downright painful to fuck. She giggles, resting her chin on my chest and staring deep into my eyes. They're filled with affection, and she's making little circles on my chest with her index finger. My hand reaches down to stroke her hair again and she melts into my touch, her eyes closing with a low hum coming from her throat. I'm so content right now it's terrifying. Normally with a girl I just want to get the hell out of there as soon as I nut, but with this one, I actually wouldn't mind a little bit of after sex cuddling. Fuck it, I want to cuddle with her. We sit there for some time, her hands running over my body slowly. Against all odds my cock started to get hard again from her touch, but definitely not like it would normally. At best it was like a stiff loofah, solid but limp. No way I could do anything with this to remotely pleasure a girl or even myself. She noticed my half masted cock, and made a little clucking noise. The condom I wore while I was fucking her was still on, only it was filled with my cum. She raised her head off of my chest, and slowly moved down to my crotch, facing me the entire time. Propping her elbows on my thigh, she grips me by the root and sticks her tongue out, taking a tentative lick. I groan out, half of me wanting to push her off, the other half wanting to push her head further down. I know that most likely if I don't say something she'll keep going and I'll be painfully crying out in pleasure as I cum again. "Ooh girl I can't go again," I force myself to say through clenched teeth. It's traumatic for me to say those words, but I have to look out for Junior. He does so much for me, the least I can do is let him relax for the rest of the night. She gives me a little smile and continues licking the condom. "I know," brushing her teeth along my length. "I'm just cleaning up a bit." She slowly licks off all of her juices from top to bottom, even going into my groin and cleaning up some of the wet spots there. I'm actually hard as ever, but my dick feels strained and not at all ready to be put to use. I can't believe this shit, cumming so hard that I actually don't want to cum again. It's like a crime against nature. She's finished up cleaning the outside of the condom, when her dainty fingers grab the reservoir tip and the little ring at the bottom. She carefully pulls it off, making sure to keep my salty deposit inside. As it slides off completely, she lays the rubber across my stomach. "Hold on to that for me will ya," she says with a mischievous wink. She descends again upon me again and I can feel her go to work on my cock. Slurping sounds fill the air as she sucks me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around cleaning up some the left over cum and lube from the condom. She does the same thing as before, brushing her teeth with me with, her lips planting little kisses here and there. I swear she's just fucking with me after a while, because she's going over my too sensitive cock head a third time. I lightly grab her chin with hand and pull away from her mouth when I can't take it anymore. She shoots me an angry look, and makes a discontent noise. I give her a meek little smile and sheepishly shrug my shoulders. "I'm sorry babe, I really can't go another round. At least for the time being," I say with a defeated tone. She scowls at me with a dark expression on her face. For a second I imagine that I have to hold her back from attacking my cock, her mouth open and snarling like some sort of rabid sex monster. But then her irritated looks melts into an understanding smile, she lightly strokes my thigh. "It's alright baby," she briefly kisses my cock head before sitting up. "I can't be too mad, you did make me cum at least six times." We burst out in laughter. Holy shit, I really did make her cum at least five or six times. Never in my wildest dreams would I ever have made a girl so hot that she could just keep cumming over and over again. My personal record before this was two, and I had to work damn hard for the both of them. Her eyes dart back to my stomach again, noticing the condom still laying there. She smiles devilishly, and picks it up with two fingers. She know she's got my attention as she tips her head back, along with the condom and squeezes out my load onto her tongue. It cascades and then slowly drips into her mouth, until it's absolutely empty. She throws it carelessly on to the bed, and stares me right in the eyes as she shows her curled tongue to me, my cum in a little pool. Then she closes her mouth, and swallows my load with a loud gulp. My god that was so fucking hot. "Hmm, I was scared I wasn't gonna taste your load again Daddy," She crawls over on top of me, her pussy just brushing against cock. She nuzzles my neck as her fingers run through my hair. I grasp her head lightly but firm and ensnare her lips, taking a kiss from her. My tongue dives into her mouth as it oft did this night. I can taste myself, salty and pungent, but I don't care. Whenever a girl blew me or took my load in her mouth and kissing was allowed, I always made sure to smooch with her a little bit. My personal belief is if a girl is willing to suck you off, you should be more than willing to at least give her a thank you kiss. We make out for a few minutes, before I notice that there's a clock in the upper right corner of the room. I squint a little bit, trying to make out the time. "Holy shit, it's been two hours," I exclaim abruptly, pulling off of her lips. She frowns and pulls me back into her, wrapping her hands around my head as she continues to suck at my lips. After a few more minutes after that, she finally pulls away and braces her head onto her elbow. "Is there a problem with that," she says questioningly, as if bracing herself for some sort of upcoming disagreement. "I mean, it's just you know we agree upon an hour, and we definitely went way over what we planned," I say with a chuckle. I don't want this girl thinking that I'm solely concerned about spending more money; I have extra cash in my wallet for cases like this. "If you're afraid I'm gonna charge you more," she says low with a somewhat disappointed tone in her voice. "It's not that," I say sharply cutting her off. She's looking slightly confused. "It's just...I don't want you, you know to spend more time than you were compensated for or planned. I mean for all I know you could've been hanging out with your friends after this or late for some thing else." I don't why I'm being so careful to not mention other men she might have been scheduled to see. It pains me to even think about it. "The point is, we agreed upon a certain length of time and we went over that. I mean it's just not fair to you for me to drag this out longer than we should have." I say with a slight grimace. I really fucked this one up. She's staring at me the entire time as I'm babbling, and when I finish, there is a very pregnant pause. To my surprise, she just shakes her head and smiles at me. "Baby I don't care if we went over an hour, or even two. I don't have anything else lined up tonight," she says planting a kiss on my nose. "I've been having a wonderful time since I've stepped through that door and saw you. The money's just a little extra bonus." She smiles so contently that I can't help but return it to her. I feel warm and fuzzy hearing that, and I pull her down to lay on my chest, running my fingers through her hair, massaging her scalp as she murmurs appreciatively. She wraps her arms around me, clinging securely and rubs her head against my chest, rearranging her body until she's comfortable. I let out a satisfied sigh and just allow myself to be lost in this moment, with this beautiful mousy goddess. I really can't get enough of this girl, and I don't know why. I mean, I've always been excited to see some girls more than others, but it was always in lust. The feelings I have towards this girl are a little more muddled than me just trying to get my nut off. "So Erin," I say using the name given in her email. "So David," she says back, still resting her head on my chest. I forgot that she only knows my fake name. It feels weird for some reason that I'm using that around her, despite being normal procedure. I shouldn't really tell her my real name, but on some level I feel like I'm betraying her if I don't let her know. "Actually that's my fake name," I laugh out. I take a quick gulp, here goes nothing. "My real name is Malcolm." She snickers and looks up at me, chin resting on my chest. "Sooooo Malcolm, since we're on a real name basis," she says, pinching my cheek if I'm some adorable little kid. "My real name is Amber. Now what were you asking me?" You know something, she does look like an Amber. "Well Amb-er," I say drawing out the syllables of her name, giving her a humorous glare. "Since we went over time already, I was wondering if we could do a little renegotiation." "Really now," she says getting up from her resting spot. She doesn't seem tense, more curious. "What did you want to renegotiate Mal-cummmm?" she says, imitating me. I stifle a laugh. "I mean, I have this house all night," my arm waving around, "And since you said you didn't have anything else planned out tonight, how would you like to stick around?" "Like all night," she said wondrously. "Yeah, you know an over night session," I guess she hasn't done one before. "Hmm, well how much compensation are we talking about here," she says with a purr. Here comes that business side of her. "My time is money," she says with a impish smile. I guess the money still mattered after all. "I have six Benjamin Franklins with your name on it," I say with a grin. "Provide you stay for the next 7-ish hours." She laughs out, sounding surprised. Maybe she wasn't expecting me to say that. Most girls charge a grand for overnight stays, and that's only the mid level girls. "You always carry that much money on you," she says with an eyebrow raised. "Sometimes, I just happen to be between deposits right now." It really was my rent for the month, but I didn't give a shit. I could always pull more out of the bank. "Well I normally charge 1200 for an overnight stay," she says wrinkling her nose, as if I insulted her with my paltry offering. Welp, guess she's not staying over for tonight. It was just a impulse really. I mean do I really need to sleep with this girl all night? Maybe she might not have something planned, but maybe she doesn't want to spend all of her time with me. I mentally berate myself for even asking her. I already pushed the envelop by going over my time with her by an extra hour, and I ask her to stay overnight for half her normal rate? I'm such a schmuck. Suddenly she crawls closer to my face interrupting my thoughts. Her lips brushing against my ear as her hand clasps my cheek. "But for you Daddy, I'll do it for 600. And a couple more of those orgasms," her tongue taking in my earlobe, sucking it hard between her lips. This was unexpected. But in a very good way. Like I'm gonna fuck this girl all night sort of way. Her free hand glides down to my stiff cock, fingers wrapping around it as she begins to gingerly tug it. "And I hope you know Daddy," letting go of my ear and looking directly into my eyes. "You're gonna keep cumming until I say we're done." She consumes my lips, roughly kissing me as she strokes me off below. This is going to be a most interesting night.
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Never Enough ***Present day*** I stood outside of the Honorable James Spencer's office waiting to be allowed in to see him. It was not going to be a pleasant meeting. He'd been an asshole my whole life and was constantly exerting his endless power in our County over me and everyone else that got in his way. Thompson County was a small fish in the grand scheme of the State ocean, but we had one thing that made us important: Bennett Batteries Inc. Bennett was a small town of less than a thousand people, but it was the County seat. James Spencer was one of two judges for the entire County along with brother Davis, and no one messed with the Spencer brothers. James, never Jim, was the man in charge though. Davis was merely his puppet, just like every policeman and sheriff in the county. James was almost untouchable. He had one weakness--women--and he finally picked the wrong one to screw. "You can go in, Jimmy," said the pretty secretary. I nodded and walked through the door. My stomach felt as if a hundred bees were stinging everything in sight. My forehead was dripping sweat, and my knees could hardly support me. It was the most difficult and possibly the stupidest thing I could be doing. Everyone says "don't poke the sleeping bear". Judge James Spencer not only poked one but hit it with a bat and he would have to pay. The only question was, would I succeed? The fallout if I failed was likely my disappearance. I know he has made his enemies go away and that's what drives everyone's fear of him. He has absolute control over law enforcement. I knew for a fact which sheriffs he used to bury the last man that crossed him. You see, knowledge was the power I had. Information was the bullet in my gun. When you have a large web of criminal power, it can't be managed by memory. He needed to know how much he paid to his cronies and who was on his payroll. He needed to know how much his operations were making. It wasn't enough to have money coming in. One wouldn't know if they were being skimmed or not. I had found a way to get access to those records. The question was, how far was I willing to go with that information? "Jimmy!" He said, putting on a front that he was happy to see me. He was never happy to see me. "What brings you by today?" "Hello, sir. Could I have a minute or two of your time? I have a problem that needs to be worked out." He nodded and pointed to a chair in front of his desk. "Want some coffee? Water?" "No thank you." I took a deep breath. "What I'd like is for you to stop fucking my wife." He frowned. I wasn't sure if it was my vulgarity or my knowledge that he was having sex with my wife that upset him. "What makes you..." "Don't bother denying it, sir. I've got proof." "And just what kind of proof do you think you have?" He snarled. His smirk was unnerving, but my proof was irrefutable. "DNA testing of my little Jimmy." I had more, but the DNA test I had done showed I wasn't his father. Now, that might not prove the judge is, but I had witnesses too. "Son, you've gone off your rocker. Let's say hypothetically I was intimate with your wife, none of your proof matters. I'll see to it that the proof is destroyed and you're ruined and discredited. Your little business will be bankrupted and shuttered. Hell, if you piss me off enough, no one will ever see you again. You understand me, boy." I stood and said, "I'm not laying down on this. I know you drugged her the first time and blackmailed her to continue. Don't make me bring your world down. You know I have that power." "You don't have shit. Does your punk ass think you have something on me? You have nothing. Now, for your momma's sake, I'll pretend we didn't have this conversation. You'll go back to being the father to that boy, husband to your wife, and fully loyal to me. Do you understand me, boy?" I looked him straight in the eyes, mustering all of the courage I could find in my soul. I would not back down. I would not be one of his puppets. "Fuck you, old man!" I turned and walked out of his office as he shouting a final warning. Fuck his warning. It was game on, and I had already started putting my pieces in place. **** What started the whole snowball, was my wife acting strangely on Thursdays. She had a pretty normal routine as the stay-at-home-mom of a two-year-old, but every other Thursday she was sullen and would leave Jimmy with me for a few hours so she could go to her hair salon appointment. She had a standing appointment at ten a.m. every other Thursday as she liked her hair cut short and had it colored blonde. I owned a business that mostly sold batteries for solar panels and electric cars. I didn't need any employees and I ran it from my home office. Everything was done online and by phone. All of my wholesale product was bought from Bennett Batteries and I didn't warehouse anything. They drop shipped from their factory directly to my retail customers. One month before my confrontation, she came home and looked like hell. She claimed to have gotten sick on the way to her appointment but brushed me off when I asked why her hair hadn't been done. If she had gotten sick, I assumed she would've come straight home if she didn't go to the beauty shop. She shouted at me to leave it alone and slammed the door to our bedroom. It was at that moment I knew she wasn't sick. Something happened. I set out to find out what happened and visited the hair salon. My high school friend, Sally, owned it. She inherited it from her mom and they were both the biggest gossipers in town. They were also the only beauty shop in town. The men used Frank the barber and the ladies used Sally. Otherwise, they had to go out of the city. "Hey, Sally!" "Hey, Jimmy. What brings you by today? You want some blonde highlights?" We laughed and I said, "No. I wanted to see if I could buy my wife a gift certificate for your services." She smiled, "Of course, Jimmy. It'll be good to have her back. I never understood why she stopped coming in. I didn't think we did anything to upset her." "Oh?" That took me by surprise. Michelle mentioned that she was going to Sally's for her appointments. Why would she lie about that, I wondered. "Yeah. Been awhile. I don't think she's been here since your baby was born for sure." I was lost in thought as I paid for the gift certificate. "You know we cut men's hair too," she said, breaking me out of my reverie. "Come on, Sally. Ten bucks at Frank's versus forty bucks here? Besides, I'd have to give back my man card being seen in here." We laughed and she waved as I walked out the door. I couldn't get past the timing of Michelle not going to Sally's since before Jimmy was born, even though she'd been telling me she was. I knew how I could easily find out, I'd have to follow her. **** I arranged for my mom to stop by for a visit the next Thursday Michelle was to get her hair done. I didn't tell my mom what was going on. I faked an emergency work thing and tried to catch up to my wife. It wasn't that hard since we only had one County road into town from our house. I caught up to her just as she turned into the courthouse parking lot. I watched as she parked in an employee spot and walked in through the employee entrance. I waited and watched for two hours before she finally came out. God damned if her hair hadn't been cut. It looked like she got her color done also. She surprisingly looked to be on the verge of tears. I couldn't figure out how or why she got her hair done at the courthouse. There were no shops in there. I continued to watch as she pulled out and drove away. A young lady came out as I was trying to figure out what was going on. She was carrying a couple of bags and what appeared to be art smocks. Then I realized they were the slips you get covered with at the barber. I quickly made my way over to her as she packed her stuff into the trunk of her car. "Excuse me," I asked. "Do you do traveling hair styling?" She smiled and said, "No, I'm sorry. I only leave the shop to do the Judge and his daughter-in-law. Normally, I would only work from my salon in Bakersfield, but the judge pays extra." "Okay. Sorry to have bothered you." As she shut her trunk, I turned, "How long have you been doing the judge and his daughter?" "Almost three years now." I faked a smile and walked back to my car. I couldn't believe that my wife was having her hair done with him. Something else had to be going on. I didn't want to believe she was having an affair with him. I wasn't going to waste any time. I would confront Michelle as soon as I got home. Hopefully, Mom would be gone by then. I didn't want her to know what was going on just yet. **** Michelle was home when I pulled in. My mom was walking out as I walked up. "I'll see you, Jimmy." "Bye, Mom. Thanks for looking after little Jimmy." "It's always a pleasure to see my grandson." I nodded and walked into the house as if I were walking death row. "There you are," my darling wife said. "Where'd you run off to?" I looked at her dead in the eye and said, "The courthouse." The look of panic that swept over her face was indescribable. I should've taken a picture. "What were you doing there?" "Following you." I didn't think people actually turned green when they were sick, but she did before spinning around and vomiting into the sink. "Is Jimmy my son?" I asked quietly, hoping to God that he was. I knew that if she were having an affair he may not be and when that thought hit me, I wanted to kill her and the judge. She wiped her mouth and whispered, "With every bone in my body, I hope to God he is." "So, you've been fucking my father for at least three years and Jimmy might not be mine?" Yes, Judge James Spencer was my father. She fell to her knees and I thought she was hyperventilating. I helped her up as I seethed with the anger only a wronged husband could have. But my anger was even deeper. Her betrayal of me cut deeper when added to the betrayal my father bestowed on me. "Jimmy, he's forcing me to do it," she cried. "Explain!" I shouted. I was beyond pissed. I felt almost numb after talking to the stylist and having my world shattered, but since I had her admission, everything went red. "Almost three years ago, he asked me to come to his office. He gave me a bottle of water and the next thing I knew was waking up on his couch naked. I had his...his ejaculate on my face and running out of my vagina." She sobbed and threw her head into her hands. I stood and punched the wall, making a large hole in the drywall. Thankfully I missed hitting a stud. She jerked back, but didn't run. "He drugged me and took pictures. You can't see my eyes in any of them, but I'm sure they would've been closed. I don't remember a thing from that time, I knew I was drugged right away. After that, he threatened you and told me he would use the pictures to ruin me if I didn't continue to see him. My birthmark was visible in some of the pictures." I shook my head. She had a half-dollar-sized birthmark on her hip. "Why didn't you tell me?" I asked quieter than my anger should've dictated. "I wanted to so badly. You have to understand that. He said he would do to you what he did to Bill Harvard." Bill Harvard was the original owner of the battery plant. My father bought into the business twenty years ago and several years later, Bill committed suicide. At least that's what the coroner called it. Bill's wife told anyone who would listen that he was murdered. She left town after selling Bill's shares to my father. It didn't give him complete ownership, but it gave him the controlling interest. He hired someone to run it for him, his way. "And you believed him?" I scoffed. "Jimmy, what could I do? If he was willing to drug me, rape me, then blackmail me, I knew he would do anything. He hates you, don't you see?" I knew my father hated me. He made it clear as I was growing up that I was a disappointment to him. I never studied hard enough. I never got good enough grades. I never excelled in sports, and on and on. He wanted me to follow in his footsteps by becoming a lawyer and eventually take his or my uncle's place as a judge when they retired. I shot that down by not going to college. I found out when I was a teenager, all about the power my father had. I started to hear the rumors and saw the fear in people's eyes when they saw me. No one wanted to upset my father, so they walked on eggshells around me hoping to not upset me either. The last thing a small shop owner wanted was me running home to daddy and telling them I was wronged in some way. No one knew my father couldn't have cared less about my issues. My Uncle Davis had two girls and they were treated the same shitty way by him. They became a doctor and a police officer on the west coast. They left town as soon as they could, but I was the stupid one that stayed. I guess Davis never could handle not having a boy. The girls have had no contact with any of us to this day. When I started up my business, my father gave me a sweetheart deal to exclusively buy from Bennett Batteries. I didn't know any better at the time and didn't fully understand my father's level of evil, but I quickly found out. The contract he wanted me to sign with Bennett Batteries gave control of my company to them if I achieved a certain level of sales. In effect, if I became successful, my father would take over my business. When I refused to sign such an outrageous contract, he threatened to cut me off from the family money and only relented when my mom got involved. It was then, I decided to find out all I could about my father's business dealings. I never wanted to be caught flat-footed again. I spent ten years building a network of his enemies, gathering all of the information I could find. "I'm going to get a test done on little Jimmy's DNA. I'll decide what I'm going to do after I get the results back," I said as she cried. "No!" She shrieked. "Please don't get that test. I won't be able to take it if he's your father's son." She was on her knees groveling at my feet. She had my legs wrapped so tightly, I couldn't move. I felt sorry for her. I don't know why, but I believed he drugged and blackmailed her. I didn't know his motivation, but I just knew it was true. "Please don't throw me out, Jimmy. I love you so much, I don't know if I could take it." "I don't know how I can ever get past it, Michelle. I just don't know." Ultimately, I didn't kick her out. As I said, believed her story about being drugged and blackmailed. I think the deciding factor was the look on her face leaving his office. It wasn't happiness or joy. It was despair. She wasn't doing it because she wanted to. He would pay for every tear she cried. **** Several years before, after my father tried to screw me, I dug into what he was doing. I built up all the evidence I'd ever need to crush him. I regretted not sharing that with Michelle. He never could've blackmailed her then, as I could end him. I had a friend, Charlie, who worked for my father but hated him as much as anyone. He was one of his lower-level accountants at the battery plant. When my father tried to screw me over, I vented about it to him over beers one night. Charlie was the first and main source of getting me the information that I would need to hopefully bring my dear father down. The accountant that knew where the bodies were buried, so to speak, was Mark Fabian. He handled all of the books personally for the illegal activities. Charlie only knew about him because he was responsible for emailing monthly reports to him. No one knew where Fabian was based. The only connection that could tie him to my father was the monthly email Charlie sent. Fabian made a mistake and had Charlie email one report to someone else when he was on vacation out of the country. That other person hated what they were doing for my father and agreed to join our network of spies. I was able to get a lead from snooping around at my father's house. We just happened to have a power outage while I was visiting my mother. My father was at the courthouse, so I took the opportunity to dig around. Under the guise of looking for candles, I left my mother with her tea and cookies in the kitchen and went to his office. I found nothing except a post-it note pad. I used a trick from an old Sherlock Holmes movie and used a pencil to shade in the imprints of the pen from the previous note. It read: "ZC 10 5:30". Back then, my father used post-it notes for reminders. He kept them in his billfold wallet. That was before smartphones came around and he refused to use a blackberry because the buttons were too small for his fat fingers. Something was happening at 5:30, but I had no idea what ZC 10 was. So, I decided to watch my father and see where he went after work. I followed him using a borrowed car to the old quarry outside of town. I was able to park out of sight and ran along the path into the main yard. There was no place to take cover, but he drove down to the bottom of the pit. That allowed me to lay down at the edge and peek over without being seen. I watched as he pulled up next to a Cadillac I recognized and immediately knew what "ZC" was--Zack Carsini. I saw my father hand what I guessed was an envelope of cash through the window to Zack and then he drove away. Zack Carsini was my Godfather. He was my father's best friend since childhood and was always at my father's parties. I have no idea what Zack did for a living but he was very well off. He gave me the loan I needed to start my business, interest-free, and he gave me an envelope with five grand in cash as a wedding gift. Michelle was afraid of him due to his large size and overbearing personality so she generally avoided him. I would find out later, the day I suspected something was going on with her on Thursdays, my father made her have sex with Zack and he was rough and hurt her. I realized that my father and Zack were doing something illegal. There would be no reason for the money exchange in a quarry if it was above board. With that piece in place, I had a new starting point. **** ***Present Day*** I walked out of the courthouse and knew my father would have Zack visit me. My father failed to intimidate me, so he'd have to go to a more extreme measure. Little did he know, I was ready for Zack. It only took five minutes to get a call from my godfather. "Hello, Zack." "Hey, Jimmy. How's the family?" The nerve of the prick to start with small talk aggravated me. "Fine, Zack. What can I do for you?" "Jimmy, there's something I need to talk with you about. Can we meet soon?" "Of course, Zack. Come by the house anytime." He paused and said, "Um, it's a delicate conversation. Could you maybe meet me out at the old quarry?" I almost laughed. He was setting himself up and making it too easy for me. He was going to pay for hurting Michelle, and the time had come. "Sure, Zack. Will a half-hour be okay?" "Perfect. See you soon." I ended the call and opened my trunk. My little bag of surprises for Zack was there and ready to use. **** Zack was waiting for me when I arrived, so I pulled next to his driver's side window and gave him a wide smile. I was nervous, but nothing would stop me from protecting my family. "Hey, Jimmy. Thanks for seeing me." "Anything for you, Zack. What's up?" He frowned and said, "Jimmy, could you come sit in my car, please. This has to be..." I lifted my right arm and shot him with the taser I had ready. He shook and went limp. I walked over to his passenger door and sat next to him. After rolling his window up, I took the stolen gun I bought and placed it in his hand. I was surprised at how easy it was to place his hand on the handle and his finger on the trigger. After putting the barrel to his temple, I said, "This is for Michelle, you son of a bitch," and squeezed his finger. There was more splatter than I imagined and the sound was deafening. Blood and bone splattered over the window and the white leather interior of the car. I regretted closing the window when I saw I had blood on me and my clothes. I searched around for anything that may incriminate me and only found two cell phones and a handgun. Using his lifeless thumb to unlock the phones, I saw one was clearly used for personal calls and the other was his business phone. That was the one that had the log of calls from my father and to me. I thought it was strange that he always used his business phone to call or text me, but shook that thought off. I left the personal phone and took the gun and business phone with me. I took my gloves and bloody sweatshirt off and used them to wipe the blood from my face and shoved it all into a garbage bag with the taser. It wasn't until I sat in my car to drive away, that the gravity of what I did hit me. My hands wouldn't stop shaking and I began to cry. All of my thoughts went to getting caught and leaving my wife and child to fend for themselves against my father while I was in jail. I was panicking. It took ten minutes before I could manage the strength to calm myself and get out of there. Thankfully, the quarry was remote enough that no one could hear the shot or see our cars come and go. I couldn't believe the arrogance of Zack to pick that spot. Perhaps, he was planning to make me disappear after I got in his car? I'd never know. He certainly didn't expect what happened. **** With the situation being escalated by my murder of my godfather, I expected retaliation from my father. I walked in the door at home and saw Michelle playing with Jimmy. "Honey, pack a bag for you and Jimmy. I need you to get away from here for a while." "Jimmy, what happened?" "The war against my father has started. It's going to get ugly and I want you safe." "What did you do?" She was crying and hugging little Jimmy. "I told my father to leave you alone or I was going to take his world down. He declined my offer." "Oh, God! He's going to kill you!" "Not if I can help it and I don't want him using you or little Jimmy to get to me. You have to get somewhere safe." "Okay, take Jimmy and I'll pack up." She ran upstairs and Jimmy walked over to me raising his hands, "Uppie?" I smiled and kissed his forehead as I lifted him into my arms. I walked into my office and grabbed the burner phone out of my desk drawer. I texted: "it's begun" to my group of co-conspirators. It was time to end my father's reign of terror. That text set into motion several moving parts. First, Charlie would send the financial information linking my father and his crime syndicate to the FBI. I had already been in contact with Agent Shields letting him know what was coming. To say he was excited was an understatement. Second, my mother would call my father and tell him the house was on fire. I hoped it would be enough to get him to rush home. If not, we had a plan b to get him out of the office. Mom was not happy when I showed her my evidence against him. She let a lot slide over the years that she would have to atone for, but she couldn't take his abuse of Michelle lying down. When my father left, Janet would steal his business laptop from his desk to provide to Agent Shields after he secured the warrant for it. Janet told me she cried for my wife every time she visited the office and would be glad to help. Her testimony would be as vital as anyone else's. She kept records of who came and went along with call logs, some predating cell phones. Lastly, the state police were waiting to come into town and if necessary, bring in the National Guard. That was to ensure there was a legitimate police and sheriff's department in place once all of the arrests were made there. Not everyone was working for my father, it turned out, but all of the leadership and many of the beat cops were muscle for him in one way or another. My mother called and said he was on his way home. Janet would make her move and all that was left was to wait for arrests. It was a time where all I could do was worry about my family. When he found out about Zack, I expected his men to come immediately. I gave Michelle and little Jimmy tearful hugs and kisses and asked her to leave her cell behind. She'd buy a burner phone when she got somewhere safe and would call when she was settled in a hotel somewhere. I readied my house for battle. *** The opening salvo from my father was so stupid I never expected it. My doorbell rang and it was two of our local policemen. "Yes, officers?" I asked. "Jimmy, we're here to arrest you for arson." I laughed and opened the door further. "Come on in, guys." I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. "Jimmy, please stand and put your hands behind your head." I laughed again and said, "If you arrest me for arson, you're going to join me in the cell for sure." They looked at each other confused. I continued, "What did I supposedly start on fire?" "Your parents' home." I shook my head. "Seriously? You're arresting me, I assume, because the judge called you and told you to, right? Well, dumb ass, my father's home is not on fire." The cocky one paled and realized that he didn't know for sure. "Sorry, just doing my job." "So, your job is to arrest someone without knowing there was even a crime committed. Don't be a fucking idiot for once in your life." "Don't make this hard, Jimmy. We can make it hard." "Hang on, let me make a call." Agent Shields answered on the second ring. "Jimmy, all is going according to plan." "That's great. Listen, I've got two of the judge's goon squad trying to arrest me for arson. Seems the judge told them to arrest me before he made it home." "Let 'em, Jimmy. It'll be more ammo in our gun." "Okay. Good luck with the rest." I ended the call and looked at the two morons. "Okay. Agent Shields said to let you arrest me. He says it'll be more evidence to use against you." "Evidence?" Idiot number one asked. "Yeah. Evidence." I held out my wrists for him to put the handcuffs on me. "Not too tight, huh?" They looked at each other and idiot number two said, "Stay here. I'll run by the judge's house and see what's going down." "Okay." I laughed and asked, "Want a beer?" I walked into the kitchen, not waiting for his answer. I grabbed two Bud's and found him on the phone. "Yes, sir," he said and hung up. I had a bad feeling about what was going to happen next. I handed him the beer and saw him look around the room. "Judge told you to shoot me but you're stuck without an escape ride, huh?" He looked at me with how do you know that eyes. Before he could drop the beer and reach for his gun, I hit him in the side of the head with my beer bottle. He fell to the floor and I was able to overpower him and use his handcuffs on him. I pulled his taser out of its holster and used it on him. I heard his radio squawk as I was dialing Agent Shields. "There's no fire. Repeat. No fire. FBI is swarming the house. The judge..." It cut off. Too bad for that idiot. I hoped the FBI stopped him. *** After all was said and done, the FBI raided the judge's house and took everything not bolted down. My mom even showed them where the hidden safes were. The judge was arrested and the dominos fell right along. Not all of the police and sheriffs were on his payroll, but everyone was suspended pending the investigation. I understand it was a race to take a plea deal and turn over on the judge. He ended up getting twenty years for various charges. My mom divorced him and was able to get a lot of his legit assets. She even took over his spot on the board at the battery plant. It was rough on her at first and I had to convince her that I knew it wasn't her fault. I believed she had no idea what my father was doing to my wife. She did know about a lot of the shadier stuff he was involved in, but how much? I never asked. It was her cross to bear. Uncle Davis went down for lesser charges and only got ten years. I reached out to my cousins to let them know what went down and I never received a response. They found Zack's body and ruled it a suicide. Ironically, they assumed he did it after my father's arrest, believing he was going down with him. I didn't argue. I was glad I didn't have to fight my way out of the situation. When the dominos fell, no one cared about me anymore. Even if the judge gave a hit order, there was no one left to carry it out. The war was over with nothing more than a whimper. *** I went to visit my father in prison while he was awaiting trial. I wanted to see if he'd tell me why he went after Michelle. I also wanted to look him in the eye as the man that brought down his empire. I sat at a picnic table in a large prison yard. I was surrounded by barbed wire fences, men with guns, and men with dogs on patrol. When the judge was brought to the table he was shackled at his hands and ankles. He was allowed to be unchained and he sat and stared with evil intent into my eyes. I pulled a cigar case out of my pocket and thought of the scene from the end of The Godfather. I smiled as I offered my father one of his Cuban cigars. He took a deep draw and blew the smoke into the air, "Get to it, boy. You didn't come all the way out here to smoke with me." I laughed, "No. I just wanted to look at you once more to have a nice image to remember you by." "You think you've won something here, huh? Son, you have no idea of the hornet's nest you poked. If you think I'm the top of the food chain, you're sadly mistaken." I'll admit was surprised by that admission. "You know, Jimmy--there are some pretty pissed off people that are family members of Zack's. I don't think they quite believe it was suicide." He smiled and took another deep draw. "You probably want to know why right?" "It crossed my mind," I smirked. "Well, I'll leave that for your mother to explain. That bitch should be in the cell next to mine, lord knows why she isn't, but she's as slimy as they come." I was shocked by his implying my mom was involved more than she appeared. He looked like he was telling me the truth. I would have to find out what was going on. I stood to leave and he put his hand on my arm, causing the guard to grunt. "Jimmy, you were always a worthless kid, but we have more in common than you think. You're about to find out that you don't know shit about your life." He turned and took a puff off of the cigar. He looked at it and said, "Zack always got me the best. I guess he had some guy in New York that got 'em direct from Cuba. Never got a fake in all the years I knew him." I shook my head and walked away. I knew I'd never see him again. *** Michelle and I were still living together at home. Things were still cool between us, and while I still lived in the house, it was more to keep me close to little Jimmy than Michelle. I knew she was drugged and blackmailed. I just couldn't let it go. I was struggling to reconcile the thought that she was cheating on me for so long and had the judge's kid, with the look of hurt on her face when I watched her walk out of the courthouse that day. I thought about seeing a therapist, but I never pulled the trigger. I had bigger issues. *** I walked inside my house and saw my mom playing with little Jimmy. He gave me a huge hug and I hugged him back with love. I'd make sure he never knew he was my brother and not my son. I was going to love him the same as I did before I found out. I couldn't understand how I would be expected to shun him. I devoted my life and my love to him for two years and it's not his fault or mine that my father was a piece of shit. "Jimmy, go watch some cartoons. I need to talk with grandma." "Okay, daddy." He bounced off to the living room and I motioned for my mom to follow me to the kitchen. "How was your father?" She asked as I handed her a cup of coffee. "Don't care. I'd like you to explain some things for me though." She frowned. "What lies did he tell you?" "He didn't lie or tell me anything, actually. He told me you would know why he abused Michelle and hated me." She looked away and pursed her lips, thinking of a lie, I wondered. "He found out you're not his son." "What!" I shouted. "It's true. I had an affair with a friend of Zack's." I shook my head in disbelief. "Your father couldn't have children and I wanted them. I picked someone your father would never be able to get revenge against and did the deed. It took a few months to happen." I looked at her and pieces started to fall into place. "A friend of Zack's? Let me guess, a New York connection?" She nodded. "Great! My real father is in the mob. I can't even say that's better than what the judge was doing." She shook her head. "He's not in the mob, son. He's in charge." I was shocked again. It was becoming a bad habit. I knew who she meant. Everyone knew who was in charge of the New York mafia. "Are you telling me that my father is Vinnie DeCarlo?" She nodded her head. "He wasn't in charge when we, uh, met." "Does he know about me?" "I told him about you when you told me that you were going to take your fath...the judge down. I thought a little extra protection would be nice." I couldn't disagree with her on that. "What aren't you telling me? Why would the judge put up with that? Why would he raise me as his own?" "He didn't know who your father was. He only knew I found someone and got pregnant." "Still. Why did he accept that and not kick you to the curb? It couldn't be because he wanted a child? He hated me. There's more!" I slammed my hand on the table as I shouted, "Tell me, now!" She flinched back and then steeled herself. With confidence, she said, "My father was very high up in the Columbo family until he'retired' and moved out here. He used his connections and knowledge to help set James up out here after we were married. Zack's father was my father's best friend." "So the judge met Zack and the mafia through you?" She shrugged her shoulders. "No wonder the judge is pissed you're not in jail with him. You were in on it from the start." "No, I was never directly involved. Of course, I knew the dirty details of his operation, but what he did to Michelle was over the line. Besides, over the years I used my family connections as leverage to make sure you were treated alright." "Ah! When he backed down and helped me with my business." She nodded. "That and some other things. Anytime I got wind of him pulling something on you, I told him I'd call home." "Home meaning your mafia family?" "Yes, and now you have the same protection, straight from the top." "Whoa! I don't want anything to do with that." "Vinnie understands and he won't do anything unless it's necessary. He would very much like to meet you though--if you ever get to New York." "Forgive me if I don't do that." "You've got two half-brothers. You might consider meeting them." "Maybe. Hey! Where's Michelle?" "She's getting her hair done." I frowned. I wondered if I would ever believe she was just getting her hair done again. "So, do you want to tell me the truth now, mom?" She looked at me warily, "About what?" "If my father couldn't get you pregnant, how did he get Michelle
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pregnant?" She paled. "How could you forget that?" I asked. "Truthfully, I didn't believe he was Jimmy's father. I assumed one of his other goons did it. You never got a DNA test from him." "No, but I didn't think I needed it. I guess if I knew anything about that stuff, I would've realized Jimmy and I should've had familial ties on that report if the judge was both of our father. I should've questioned that." Just then, Michelle walked in. "Where's your receipt?" I asked. She looked at me and said, "I've got it. It's from Sally's, see? You can check on what time I was there." I shook my head. "Michelle, I need the truth. Were the judge and Zack the only two." She looked down and sighed. "There was one time before. I didn't know the guy. He was visiting from New York. The judge made me have sex with him. I'm sorry." She began crying. I sat down and couldn't believe what I was hearing. I looked at her and said, "That guy is Jimmy's father not the judge." "What!" She shrieked. "That's not possible. He didn't cum inside of me. He..." "He what?" I shouted. "He pulled out and made me suck him. Oh! He was already shooting when he shoved it in my mouth. I guess it's possible he got some inside me." I shook my head and couldn't believe what a mess my life was. I was listening to my wife tell me about her and another man. Fuck. She whispered, "Thank God he's not the judge's." Like that made a difference. He still wasn't my son. Well, it did make a difference the more I thought about it. My son was the progeny of a mafia monster. Just not the judge. To quote the king, "Lord, you gave me a mountain this time." *** After my mother left I was rocking little Jimmy as he slept. I thought back over the upheaval my life had undergone and realized I was very lucky. I found out my wife was being blackmailed into having sex with my father. My son wasn't my blood or the judge's. I, quite literally, got away with murder. I, along with a network of help, took down my father and uncle. The entire police and sheriff's forces were flipped on their ear and who knew how that would all shake out yet? Finally, I was told that my father wasn't my father at all. It was New York mafia boss Vinnie DeCarlo. What a fucking nightmare. Agent Shields told me that they couldn't tie the judge or Zack to any particular organized crime organization. The judge wouldn't roll on anyone. They knew he was sending large amounts of money somewhere, but had no link. There was no liaison or mule they could trace. It seemed that the judge was going to go down for it alone. I wish I would've kept Zack's phone, then I realized that the connection was probably someone in my real father's organization. I was broken out of my reverie by Michelle walking in the room. She smiled warily as she sat cross-legged on the floor. We called it Indian- style when I was a kid, but those days are gone. "Did you get what you wanted from the judge?" She asked softly. "Sort of." I sighed and looked at little Jimmy. "I found out a lot more from my mom when I got back. It seems that nothing is what I thought it was when it comes to my life." She looked up, confused, so I told her the rest of the story. She was shocked and in tears when I finished. I think she may have felt sorry for me. My son woke, slid off my lap, and walked to Michelle. "Hi, mommy." She started sobbing and hugged him tightly. I wondered if my family would survive the nightmare we were living. *** A week later, I was mowing my lawn when a car pulled into my driveway. I didn't recognize it so I pulled the gun I'd been carrying out and walked towards he strangers. I was still worried about the fallout from all the arrests and possibly revenge for Zack. I'd taken to wearing a shoulder holster like you see on TV. "You don't need that," a gruff voice called from the back seat. The door opened and a tall, wiry man stepped out. His hands were in front of him motioning me to lower the gun. "It's been a long time since I had a gun pulled on me and they survived," he laughed. "Jimmy, can we talk inside, please? I won't need much time." I looked at the front seat and saw that the driver and passenger both had guns pointed at me. "Sure, Vinnie. Just you." I nodded towards the car and he smiled. "Of course. Guys, sit tight. I'll be right back." "Vinnie..." I cut off the guy in the passenger seat, "Here. I don't have any other guns." I handed him the gun in a gesture of goodwill and walked towards my house. Michelle was watching cartoons with little Jimmy when we walked in. "Michelle, this is Vinnie DeCarlo. Vinnie that's my wife and little Jimmy." He looked past Michelle and directly at Jimmy. I saw a tear threaten to fall from his eye before he wiped it. "Lovely to meet you," he said. "Come on to my office. Let's have some privacy. Michelle could you bring us a couple of beers, please?" It took her a moment to shake off her shock as we walked out of the room. "Please have a seat," I said pointing to the couch in my office. I sat behind my desk and stared at him. "Jimmy, first let me tell you that you have nothing to worry about from my organization or any others. I've put the word out that you and your family are untouchable. We accept Zack Carsini's unfortunate death as a suicide." I nodded and he smirked. "Your mom told me what Zack and James did to your beautiful wife and--well, they got off easy." He shook his head. "Jimmy, with the fall of James' operation, any connection he had with his associates was cut and the slate cleared. There is no connection to who he was working with and whomever they are will not be looking to exact any sort of retribution over their financial loss. Again, you and your family are untouchable." I nodded, I wasn't sure where he was going with all of his talk. "Jimmy, your little boy is my first grandchild." He laughed and continued, "Of course, the way my two meat-head sons are going, he may be my only one." "Vinnie..." He held up his hand to quiet me. I guess mom never told him that little Jimmy wasn't my son. "I'm not asking to be in his life. All I ask is that you allow your mother to send me photos and videos. In return, I will make sure that he never wants for anything. Cars. College. Wedding. Homes. I'll have a trust set up for all of it." "That's very generous of you, Vinnie." "It's nothing. I'd prefer him to know me as his grandfather, but I think it's better that I stay in the shadows, so to speak." "I understand." I reached into a drawer and pulled out a stack of wallet-sized photos. Michelle always gets them when she has Jimmy's portrait done. "Take these as a down payment," I said, and handed him the pictures. He looked at each as if they were a treasure. There were about a dozen of them. From little Jimmy's first picture up to the ones taken a month earlier. "He's a beautiful child, Jimmy. Take good care of him." Vinnie stood, kissed the photos, and put them in his pocket. "Thank you for seeing me, son." I shook his hand and he pulled me into a hug. "I guess I'll see you around, dad." He laughed and said, "Yeah, I'm only a phone call away, kid." We walked into the living room and Vinnie saw little Jimmy. Jimmy walked up and I said, "Jimmy, say hi to papa Vinnie." Little Jimmy held out his arms asking for a hug and said, "Hi, pop pop Vinnie." Vinnie dropped to a knee and pulled Jimmy into a hug. The mafia tough guy couldn't hide the tears that fell down his cheeks as he hugged his grandson. Little Jimmy squirmed and Vinnie reluctantly let him go. "Jimmy, be a good boy for your parents, alright?" "Okay, pop pop." He bounded back to the floor in front of the TV to watch his cartoons. Vinnie stared for a moment and then turned to me, "You have no idea what you've given me today. Anything you ever need, i promise is a phone call away." I reached out to shake his hand and he pulled me into a hug again. I would have to shower his cologne off of my body. I realized then that my marriage problems were nothing. I was the son of the most powerful man in New York. I wondered what problems that would bring. I looked at Michelle standing frozen in shock. "Hey!" I shouted snapping her out of it. "He's gone." "The mob was here," she whimpered. "We're safe don't worry. Was he the guy from New York?" She shook her head no. "Small miracles," I thought. We had a lot to work through. I never for a moment considered Jimmy as anything but my own. Biology, be damned. I can't say things were all wine and roses for me and Michelle though. We talked a lot. We also fought a lot. We also hugged a lot. She understood that she should've told me as soon as the judge drugged her, and then she forgave me for not telling her that I was already working on bringing him down. If we'd have communicated better, it would've ended much differently. At the end of it all, we're working through it and are still together. Nothing is ever perfect, but we're getting by. Will our marriage survive? Who knows? For the time being, I'm still not convinced I'll survive. I just hoped Vinnie's protection lasted and nothing happened to him. **Preface.** I should like to extend my grateful thanks to Cleghorn van Overdraft for his invaluable guidance during the writing of this paper. It was his proud boast that during a long and fulfilled life he had avoided marriage and long term relationships with females, no relationship having lasted for more than twenty four hours. Sadly Cleggy is no longer with us, having passed away at age one hundred and two years, I therefore take this opportunity to offer my condolences to his known descendents, they being 119 children, their ages ranging from two years of age to ninety. The two year old was the outcome of Cleggy's rather exuberant one hundredth birthday party. The ninety year old is best not discussed. In addition my condolences go out to his 304 grandchildren, 842 great grandchildren and 1009 great great grandchildren. The funeral was a moment of high inspiration for all those who support the avoidance of all extended relationships with members of the opposite sex, since like Cleggy his descendents have carefully avoided all such entanglements. Cleggy died as he would have wanted to, copulating with a young woman, on a kitchen floor as it happened. "He died with a smile on his lips," the young lady declared. She is as yet uncertain whether the union will give rise to a further offspring, "But I'd like it to," she said, "just to make it the round one hundred and twenty for him." The doctor who wrote out the death certificate gave as the cause of death, "A surfeit of amour." At this point I should like to apologise to members of the gay community and women. What I have written primarily concerns male heterosexuals who wish to avoid the ultimate entanglement. Some of what I have written may apply in your situation, but in any case I am sure there are many competent people in your ranks who can do for you what I am endeavouring to doing for the heterosexual male avoider. **Introduction.** The idea for this paper came during the course of reading some psychological works. It has been discovered by dint of rigorous scientific investigation and testing that the majority of males are attracted to females. The discoverers of this unexpected phenomenon, all of them eminent psychologists, went on to explain that the more attractive the female the more desirable they are in the eyes of the male. Contemplating these amazing discoveries I realised the dangers that beset the unwary male. He might, on sighting an attractive female, have thoughts of that most to be avoided condition, marriage (or holy wedlock if you are of a theological turn of mind) or the long term relationship. Given the imminent danger of such undesirable outcomes, I decided to set out some of the simpler avoidance techniques. "Simpler" because the whole matter of male-female relationships is fraught with traps for the unwary and the subject is so vast that it would take many volumes to cover all possible exigencies. I do not attempt to address the case of those who, like lemmings, rush to their doom. Rather I concern myself with the needs of those males who, more soberly and sincerely seek to avoid the stated relationships. **Chapter 1. Total Avoidance.** Total avoidance is the most sure way to escape permanent entanglements, but I must point out that this is only for the most hardy and determined avoiders. This path has become more difficult of late since many of the options once open to the total avoider have been closed. I cite as examples, the military, constabulary, and many of those workplaces that were once female free, but are now almost swamped by the members of that seemingly ubiquitous gender. Even company boards, once thought to be the preserve males are now laced with women. They have become plumbers, carpenters, electricians, and foundry workers and…ah well, need I go on. At the moment there are still segregated sports clubs, but even these are under threat. Hence it becomes ever more difficult to avoid being in the presence of females and consequently their allure. One avenue that still seems to be open is retirement into a closed order of monks. So far I have not heard of any female monks, just as I have not heard of male nuns; but who knows what the future might bring? Another option, and one that has an affinity with monkery, is the ascetic hermit. It is recorded in the history of the Church that one fifth century hermit who had remained in isolation for many years, one day decided to take a trip into town. Walking along the road towards the town he met a woman. He was so terrified that he fled straight back to his cave or tomb or whatever it was, and never again risked entering the world beyond. On the other hand an acquaintance of mine, a very determined avoider, decided that the anchorite life was for him. He set up in the depths of a forest and all went well until the arrival of a few men who came to receive his wise advice about avoidance. They became disciples and set up in their own establishments near him. Others followed and in due course it was decided that some local improvements should be made and a supermarket was opened. This in turn led to the need for improved transport facilities and there followed the opening of other shops, cinemas, and eventually an eight lane highway and an international airport. Worst of all, these improvements led to the arrival of woman. As my friend said, "Somehow it's not quite the same as it was, especially as they chopped down the forest." Others I have known attempted avoidance by going to the Antarctic or into satellites circling the earth, only to be pursued by women. I fear that the day of the total avoider is gradually coming to an end, and the next stage of avoiding must become the norm. **Chapter 2. Partial Avoidance.** This is a more subtle approach than total avoiding and it must be negotiated with great care. It is an acknowledgement of the difficulty of totally avoiding women and involves being in the presence of women without being endangered by them in any significant way. Let me give as an example shopping in a supermarket. You have negotiated the aisles, making sure you look at the floor every time a woman passes you. Excellent! Well done! I say; but then comes the moment of truth. You have to pass through the checkout and in the majority of cases the person working at the checkout is female. If by some remarkable coincidence there is a male serving at a checkout, you head straight for him. It may be the case that there is a massive queue made up of other avoiders, but the dedicated avoider will not be deterred and will stand in line even if the other checkouts with their female attendants are totally vacant. Failing the availability of a male checkout attendant the avoider will survey the female attendants to see who is the least attractive. Should he find that all have too much by way of female charm, he will hang around until there is a change of attendants in the hope that at least one will be unattractive. I have heard of avoiders who have waited up to five hours for an appropriate female to arrive at a checkout. Apart from the perils awaiting the avoider when shopping, and let's face it, it is like a thickly sown minefield, there are the social occasions. The wise avoider refuses all invitations to parties or other social gatherings since he knows that there is a strong chance there will be attractive females present. The avoider is not however totally cut off from social life. He can usually attend quite safely gatherings of maiden aunts, especially if the aunts have liberal facial hirsute and smell of a mixture of lavender and mothballs. But a word of warning; very occasionally one of the aunts might be attractive, so beware. Afternoon Church Ladies Guilds are usually safe options should the avoider be invited to address them on some subject in which he is expert, like "The sex life of newts in the mud ponds of the Upper Nile." At all costs evening ladies gatherings must be shunned. These are usually made up of younger females who have been working during the day and present extreme menace to the avoider. Other danger spots are buses, trains, and above all aircraft with their airhostesses. This latter is not quite as perilous as it once was since the advent of equal opportunity legislation. Whereas at one time airhostesses tended to disappear from aircraft once the ladies looks began to fade, now the company is forced to retain them into old age. Female presenters on television are to be avoided since they can give rise to fantasies of a most disturbing kind. Television news should be watched only on those stations with male presenters. I think sufficient has been said about the problems of partial avoidance, and we must now pass on to the most hazardous of all avoidance. **Chapter 3. The Lapsed Avoider.** In fact dear old Cleggy was a lapsed avoider and it was from him I got the most useful information. I must warn readers that if they suffer from nervous debility or a weak stomach, they should not read further. Let me first describe the Lapsed Avoider. The majority are youthful and suffering from testosterone ferment. But let us not suppose that youth are the only lapsed avoiders, as witness Cleggy. The central characteristic is a desire to remain an avoider while having an almost irresistible longing to associate with females. These apparently contradictory desires can be extremely painful until the avoider has learned to master certain techniques that put him beyond the grasp of permanent liaisons. Let me give you an example. Harry, an avoider, has been invited to a party. He has ill-advisedly accepted the invitation. On arrival he finds there are one or more attractive females present. He is now in extreme peril. One of the females looks in his direction, smiles and flutters her eyelids. Harry feels a lurch in his stomach; his legs do not seem to be able to support him; his manhood begins to stir and the said female comes to occupy the centre of his vision. She is like an angel surrounded by a halo of intense light; she is the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. I feel I should step aside for a moment from my theme and make some most important points. First, even if the females present at the party are in fact unattractive or even downright ugly, once the party is well underway and the booze and drugs flowing freely, the females become transformed into objects of desire. Second, many an avoider has been lured on to wake up next morning to find him self lying beside a hideous harridan who at the end of the party had been a vision of loveliness. Thirdly, this transformation has never been adequately explained, but as old Cleggy used to say, "It's better not to stay the night so you don't have to risk a nervous collapse or heart attack next morning." To return to my main theme; let us suppose Harry's angelic creature really does appear to be attractive; what then? The chances are he will succumb to her charms and boozed to the eyeballs or not he will forget all his avoider's resolutions. If I continue what one might call, "The ideal model," let us suppose the angel says as the party draws to a close, "Come back to my place." Her place proves to be a luxury flat with an excellent double bed. The question arises, is Harry the avoider completely lost? No, he is not; at least, he is not lost if he follows the procedures I shall now outline. Let it be noted however, that he must at this stage remind himself that he is a dedicated avoider and objectivise the situation he is in. Without this effort he is indeed in danger of being lost. Avoider:(As they both strip off) "It was really hot at that party, I'm all sweaty." She:(If she takes the bait) "Why not take a shower, darling; let's take one together." The avoider does not use this occasion to copulate standing up under the shower spray; no, his motive is more cunning. Under the shower and while pretending to admire her lovely chestnut coloured hair, he runs his fingers through it, checking for dandruff and any fleas or lice that may be gambolling through it. In addition he notes if there are signs of heavy makeup peeling off If he fails to detect any of these blemishes he goes on to the next stage. She:(Lying languorously and naked on the bed) "Kiss me darling." The avoider, no matter how taken he may be with her soft, wet and full lower lip, reminds himself that the mouth is the most germ-infested areas of the human body. As she smiles up at him he may observe excellent white teeth, if however she does not part her lips when smiling this might indicate advanced tooth decay that she is trying to hide. The avoider may at this stage decide to gently kiss her eyes instead, always reminding himself that those lustrous orbs are in fact a couple of jelly-like objects that if seen on a plate would be very sick-making. At the party he had been much enamoured of her swan-like neck; now he notes that it is not really swan-like, but more nearly resembles the neck of a bottle of toilet cleanser readily available in every supermarket, that advertises itself as being able to get "Right Round the Bend." Having got her neck into proper perspective he goes on to the full swelling breasts that had first got him horny at the party. If he is an educated avoider he will know their true nature. Consider a dictionary definition; "Either of two soft fleshy milk-secreting glandular organs on the chest of a woman." This may or may not dampen the avoider's interest in the glands but at least it objectifies them. That done he may then pass on to contemplation of the nipples. These, like the breasts themselves, come in different sizes and even varied colours ranging from dark brown to a delicate pink. Let us suppose that our girl has long, firm, pink nipples; what does our avoider do? Any avoider worth the title is always ready for an emergency. He momentarily excuses himself and reaches for his jacket pocket and draws out a magnifying glass. With this he proceeds to inspect the nipples; all is revealed. Instead of sweet pink nubs he suddenly finds he is looking at something resembling a landscape pock marked by ancient volcanoes; perhaps "Rugged lunar landscape" best describes it. He may at this stage choose to by-pass these doubtful delicacies in the hope of finding better things. In our culture the navel, belly button or umbilicus is often neglected as a source of erotic pleasure. This however is not true of every culture and in some this spot is highly prized as a source of arousal. So let us consider it for a moment. "The scar where the umbilical cord was attached" thus it is defined. Dependent on the skill of the cutter or biter off of the cord at birth, it can stick out like one of those little mounds left by worms on wet beach sand and sought after by fishermen for bait, or a miniature if poorly mined quarry bearing within it bits of fluff or lint. The avoider may choose to give this a passing kiss or not, but he is likely to proceed fairly quickly further south. Now he is approaching what is most often deemed to be the final goal, yet here danger lurks for the unwary, namely, the pubic hair. This comes in a great variety of textures; tight little ringlets; long straggly mats; if a razor has been applied, sharp stake-like outcrops; and occasionally if the owner has been prepared for the expense, the total removal of all hair. A friend of mine once related a cautionary tale to me. Harvey Hardbottle was his name, and he said that once he was about to penetrate a girl's tunnel of love when he found his way barred by what he thought was a barrier of razor wire. "I was in a bit of a hurry," he said, thus identifying himself as a true avoider, "and suddenly I felt this sharp pain like a dozen bee stings. It was the girl's pubic hair and it did a lot of bloody damage to my urethra." The moral of this little story being that one should always reconnoitre the area thoroughly before proceeding to the next phase. The next phase is of course an inspection of what lies beneath the pubic hair. Now here we must move slowly and cautiously because there is a great deal involved. The main goal is usually the vaginal canal, so let us first define this; "The lower part of the female reproductive tract; a moist canal in female mammals extending from the labia minora to the uterus." Now this is very deceptive because much more is involved. So let us imagine our avoider gazing upon that crease situated at the top of the female thighs and under the lower part of her abdomen. What could look more innocent and even attractive when firmly cleft. But my friends, what dark secrets does it hide? Think for a moment about the functions that this inoffensive looking crease performs. Those outer lips defend the means of disposing of urine, and consider the vast expense official bodies go to in order to dispose of this unpleasant fluid; the pipes, pumps and sewage farms. This multifaceted organ also serves to dispose of the woman's unfertilised eggs, and is the tract through which the egg is fertilised and most of us are first brought to enter upon this world. The writer well recalls when, at the age of fourteen he was working in a factory, one of the older men, no doubt thinking he was giving useful sex instruction, and referring to the female genitals said, "For gawd's sake don't look at the bloody thing, it's fucking hideous." Some years later, and as opportunity arose, your writer did examine that maligned organ, and now, again many year after, still feels ambivalent about it. But I must move on. At this point the avoider is well advised to ask, "You won't get pregnant, will you?" Now tread very carefully and listen closely to the female response. If she says as many do these days, "No darling, I'm on the pill," weigh very carefully your next move. If she is speaking the truth about being on the pill then there is a strong chance that many others have visited that "moist canal." That canal is well known as a fine incubator for all manner of extraordinary things, some of which produce only minor irritations and others that may result in insanity and even death; all usually lumped under the catchall title of, "Venereal diseases." Now our avoider, having got the significant parts of the female anatomy in focus, may decide to take the risk and proceed to unburden himself of excessive semen. That done there is nothing more to be said and it is only left for him to extract himself from the situation, and that we shall come to in a moment. Let us however assume he does not want to proceed; how can he gracefully extricate himself? A tried and true method had been observed to be very effective. He laughs gaily and says, "You know, I was with a girl last week who is suffering from herpes" This said he should be alert for the female response as it sometime takes violent forms and can come near to permanently unmanning him. But the end has been achieved and he will probably find himself quickly outside the flat and on his way home. Avoidance has been won. Sometimes this ploy can backfire; for example, "He says casually, "You know, when I woke up this morning I felt sure I had a touch of syphilis." This may bring about the desired response and the girl may go racing off to the bathroom to bathe with carbolic every part of her body the avoider has touched. Alternatively she may with equal casualness respond, "You know, that's funny darling, because it's just what I told my doctor last week." The avoiders response may vary from instant flight or, if he has touched her genital region he may ask if she minds if he uses her carbolic. Now to return to the avoider who has taken the risk and copulated with the girl. They are now in post-coital repose and he must extract himself quickly from the scene. This can be difficult because most females want to be embraced in the aftermath of sexual pleasure. One method of extrication is to announce, "I promised my grandmother I would drop in on my way home tonight." This is not often believed and more acceptable might be, "I'm due to run in a marathon tomorrow so I'd better leave you; you see, you're so desirable that I might spend all night making love with you and I'd be too weak to run in the morning." This might work, but a better method, and one I recommend, is to be patient and hope the girl goes to sleep. If she does the avoider quietly gets off the bed, dresses, and taking a small note book and pencil from his pocket he writes, "Thanks very much," puts the note on the pillow, and leaves. He never writes his address, telephone number or his full name. Avoiders please understand that no avoider ever goes anywhere without a note book or pencil for precisely this purpose. **Chapter 4. If the Worst Happens.** Now let us suppose that the girl has lied about being on the pill. The sexual union has born fruit and she is highly desirous for marriage, money or both. The avoider may not have given her any means of contacting him but she may ask around and someone will finger him. What can the avoider do? He may flee to another state or town, but what with spy satellites, surveillance cameras, unreasonable social welfare departments, unscrupulous lawyers and private detectives, he has little chance of escape. He may of course deny paternity, and with luck and female promiscuity he may after tests prove not to be the father. This is, however, a long shot, because females have an almost unerring instinct for the identity of daddy. My own recommendation is that he takes flight to Brazil because our country has no extradition arrangements with that country. Failing all this, the avoider is possibly caught and must pay up or marry the girl. Most avoiders always remain avoiders at heart and make very unsatisfactory partners, but let me end with a happy scenario. The girl may turn out to be very tolerant and accepting of his peccadillos, and remember the luxury flat? She might turn out to be wealthy as well.
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_Author's Note: This story has quite a bit of set up, and is a bit long. Feel free to skip ahead if you only want the "good sstuff."This story is dedicated to all the Caliopes; who says a princess needs to be a proper lady?_ These days my name is seldom heard in the kingdom, but once that was not true. I was Sir John of Gereendale, the third son of Lord Roberts. I had fought in the Duskridge wars, slain Edward Blackburn, and at the Wiltsdam Tourney I had unhorsed the great Sir George Carlyle. In short, I was on my way to becoming the best knight in the land. My downfall (or perhaps it would be better to say my awakening) started when the king called me in to a special audience. King Aldred sat on his marble throne, his long robes flowing down to the floor, his crown sitting atop his graying locks. He looked down at me with the warmth of a grandfather as I entered the room. "Sir John, you've made quite a name for yourself. I offer my congratulations." The king greeted me as I entered the stone room. I bowed to him and looked around the room. It was just us and a couple palace guards dressed in their black uniforms. Two lined the door behind me, and another pair flanked the door near the king's throne, which I knew led into his personal chambers. I was surprised to be called in to the King's reception room, an honor usually reserved for visiting dignitaries and the elite nobility. Despite the relaxed nature of the guards' postures, the King looked tense. If I had not already known something was unusual, I would have now. "Your Grace, I humbly thank you for this honor. How may I serve you?" I nervously addressed the king, trying to keep my voice steady. "you've proven yourself a capable night, and fought bravely in the uprisings. I heard you killed the traitor's nephew, Edward, yourself." "Yes, Your Grace." I was unsure where this was going. Many soldiers had fought at Duskridge, many knights who were more noteworthy that I. "It is an honor to fight for you, my lord." A slight grin went across the king's face, and for a moment the tension eased out of his features. "There's no need for stiff formality John, you've distinguished yourself to me. I have a mission for you, that upon completion, would make you one of the greatest knights in the land. You'll be given an honored place in my court. How does that sound?" "Your Grace, I would be happy to serve you without any hope of reward." "Yes, well, I'm sure the reward won't hurt either. Still, I haven't told you what my mission is. As you know, my daughter, Princess Caliope, is not in court. You may have heard several rumors of their whereabouts. I have sought to keep the truth hidden; she is locked away in a tower by the Sorceress Melinda." At this, I grew tense. Melinda was infamous for her enchantments, having led many knights to their deaths. There had been rumors that Caliope was ill, or even had been taken by some dispossessed lord, as revenge for the war. I had never expected anything this bad. "If I may be so bold, my lord, why choose me for this task?" "You are possibly the greatest knight of your generation, though only time will tell for certain. What I do know is that you are my best option. Many of my favored are being watched by Melinda, and a past attempt failed because of it. I believe you have escaped her notice. This quest will be your greatest glory." Listening, astonished at his words, I humbly accepted. Howe could I possibly refuse the king? Besides, he thought I was a great warrior and offered me a coveted place in his court. Looking back, I did not suspect what would become of me in my failure. Still, I do not regret that choice. My failure set me free, and gave me the pleasure I know today. The next few months were fairly normal, for a knight on a quest that is. I wandered the countryside, camping or staying in inns, and searching for Melinda's fortress. At several points, I heard rumors of her whereabouts and investigated them. Most were fruitless. A few times, I found some interesting information. It was as the summer was closing that I finally hit the jackpot. I was in the town of Dragonstale when I heard rumors of a cursed mountain. People had gone to investigate the mountain, only to never return. I gathered up my supplies and left the next morning. I made my way up the mountain and found on top there was a fortress. Seemingly abandoned, I could feel the magic in the air. I was finally on the right track, Melinda either lived here or had lived here recently. I camped out hiding in the forest and spent several days observing the fortress. Finding no obstacle to my entry, I took what I could carry and made my way to a promising looking portion of the wall. Using my rope, I climbed inside, without much resistance. Surprisingly, entrance into the fortress was not as difficult as I had feared. As I wandered around the interior of the fort, I had my sword drawn, wary for any disturbance to the peace. Finding none, I explored the area thoroughly. Eventually, I came upon a section with lit torches lining the hallways. I travelled down, slowly, making my way with caution. As I made my way down the hallway, I didn't hear any noise coming from up ahead. Silently, I looked in every room. Most were empty. A few had materials for Melinda's dark magics. Eventually, I came upon a room which was well lit, a fire blazing in the hearth. In a chair In the corner sat Princess Caliope, looking at me with wide blue eyes. Her skin was pale, and her dark brown hair framed her round face. She wore a small pink dress, barely covering her body, and I felt embarrassment on her behalf. It was not proper for a princess to be showing her legs, her dress ending just above the knees. As an honorable knight, I dutifully did not look at her exposed ankles and shoulders. I entered the room, careful to make sure Melinda was not waiting in ambush. "My name is Sir John. I've come to rescue you." I introduced myself, while looking around for any potential traps or hazards. "Thank you. I've been trapped in this room for several weeks. I spend most of my time here." "Don't worry. I'll take you home. Let's go now while the evil sorceress is not around." "you don't understand. I can't leave. She's trapped me here with a magic spell. It's impossible to leave the room without breaking it first." At this I gave a start. Perhaps I should have asked some good wizard to accompany me. Fighting a magic user always meant magical resistance. I should have seen something like this coming. Caliope saw my worried face. "I know the counter, I've seen her do it a few times. It's a simple charm, anyone could do it with the right ingredients. You'll have to go to the nearby storerooms to get them, though." She then explained to me what I needed to find. In the stores, I found the needed supplies. I also saw chains and handcuffs that had been used to keep prisoners bound. Several foul smelling ointments were on the various shelves. I took what I needed for the spell and left quickly. "I've returned with the ingredients. How do I use them?" I asked Caliope to walk me through the spell quickly, not wanting to spend any more time then necessary in this accursed place. She gave me the instructions and I set about following them. After a couple minutes of trying to accomplish the seemingly impossible, I had the charm made. All that was left was the incantation. In a loud, clear voice I said "Axorem filotus chimorium." I expected Caliope to be released from her imprisonment. Instead, the world went black. When I awoke, I was in the dungeon. The first thing I noticed was the cold, hard stone pressing against my back and the wind on my skin. Then I noticed my arms and legs were bound to the wall with chains. I was up against the wall, my hands over my head, and my feet spread apart. The third thing I noticed was my nakedness. A rush of blood went to my face. I had been tricked by the sorceress! Seeing Caliope made me put my guard down.. I never thought to question if it were really her. Then I came to an even worse realization; I was stuck a prisoner of the evil enchantress, having lost my weapons and armor. It was at about this time that I heard the pacing coming from outside the cell. In walked the young woman I had seen before. "You're awake, I was waiting for the spell to end." "End your enchantment. I know it's you, Melinda. There's no need for illusion anymore." At this the girl laughed. "I'm Caliope, the real Caliope. My dear Melinda has been gone away on business for several weeks. Something about a group of women seeking refuge from their husbands. I'm sure she'll explain it all to me when she gets back. No, the truth is far simpler than any illusion; I don't want to be rescued. I like living here, life with Melinda is better than anything at my father's palace." At this my head started spinning. Not want to be rescued? Melinda is evil. She does not care for the laws, upsets the order of nature. "Why?" "Hush," she said, "we'll have plenty of time to talk over that later. First, let's have some fun." At this point, Caliope clicked her fingers together and the chains dragged me off the wall and brought me over in front of her. "I think I know just the thing to do with you. After today you'll understand exactly why I'm here and love it so much. I'm going to break you and make you mine." She left the room and I started to wonder what was going on. Why would the princess want to be trapped by an evil sorceress? Was thee some sort of spell on her? But no, she had performed magic herself. Magic! Dragging me across the room in chains, but still. Just as I was considering what this all meant and what my next move would be, CCaliope came back in the room. The first thing I noticed was that she was naked. Her long brown hair now came down just to the top of her breasts. Her breasts themselves were small, and stuck out from her chest. The nipples were little bumps coming out of small pink circles, about the size of a copper piece. Her feminine area was covered by a thick triangle of light brown curls, slightly lighter than the hair on her head. Her long, pale legs were firm, yet jiggled ever so slightly as she walked. I was shocked with horror. This was the first time I had seen a woman, seen one laid bare; not only a woman, but the princess, a mere girl of 20, and a lady of high rank. Every fiber of my being recoiled in disgust at the sight of something so private. Well, almost every fiber. A hot wave of shame filled me as I realized there was something below the horror and disgust. It was longing, a needing hunger I had never experienced before. In that moment, for the first time, I subconsciously understood everything I thought I knew was wrong. At that point, I decided to give in to my desires, and become deviant. "I think I'll need you to bend over. This position won't do at all." Caliope's words startled me out of my epiphany. She snapped her fingers again, and some of the tension eased out of the chains on my arms. I could hang them down by my side, and let out a short breath of relief. Caliope walked over and fastened another chain around my neck. "Bend over," she commanded. Obediently, I complied, and she yanked my head down. Soon, the other end was fastened to the floor. Now I was locked in a bent over position, my arms behind my back and above my head, my feet and neck chained to the floor. The princess then came up to me and took my head in her hands. "Take a taste of what will be yours," she commanded me. Then she shoved my head into her crotch. After a moment of confusion, I started to lick her. She tasted sweet yet tangy, a unique combination I had never experienced before. "mmm, yes," she moaned, and I voraciously lapped at her for more. I found myself loving every moment of this new experience, and explored the entirety of her crotch with my mouth. I loved the roughness of her hair against my face, the stickiness of her juices on my cheeks. I found that she had a small little lump at the top of her slit, and she seemed to like it when I sucked on it. Then I stuck my tongue in her slit, and felt her juices explode around it, filling my mouth. I took advantage of the opportunity to press my nose up against her little bump. "Yes, yes, fuck my cunt with your mouth. Mash your face in my clit. Oh god, yes!" She was enjoying this as much as I was, grabbing my head and shoving it against her, thrusting me with her hips. Then, suddenly, there was an explosion on my face. Caliope was left panting and standing there. Then she smiled. "Don't worry, it's your turn now." She walked around behind me, carrying a bag she had brought in with her. She knelt down and ran her hands over my cock. It was already hard, but her attention made it strain, as if held by invisible bands. There was a tingling, bubbling sensation coming from inside it. Next, I felt her spreading apart my ass. Some sort of liquid was on her hand, and she started working it onto my hole and all around it. Then, after a moment of nothing, the hand was back, this tie inside my butt. I felt her feeling around, covering me in the strange ointment. Then it was removed. The sensation was strange, having someone inside me. I could feel it in the space, pressing up against my walls. "Ready?" Caliope asked. "For what?" "For me to make you mine, to make you never want to leave." "You already have," I retorted, "and I'll gladly take anything you've got.' I heard a snapping sound, as if something was being fastened. Then, I felt her press up against my asshole again. Only this time, she was larger. Much larger. She also felt smoother and colder. There was a brief point of pain, and a gasp as she slit in. I felt her filling me, pressing against all my walls, trying to force a space inside me. It was a pain like nothing I had experienced in my fighting; it was a pain I never wanted to stop. I let out a whimper and said, "Oh, god, give me more," as I pressed up against her. Caliope grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me. Her hand wrapped around and started to stoke my dick. The building in me got more intense, and I gasped out. With one last gasp, my cum burst out of me. Some of it dripped on the floor, but much of it was on my legs and Caliope's hand. As I exploded, my ass contracted around her, pulling her into me. In that moment, I felt completely full and satisfied. After a moment, Caliope extracted herself out of me and came around to face me. She stuck her hand in my mouth. "Clean your goo off my hand." I happily licked her hand and swallowed myself. Then the princess brushed her hand across my face and kissed me. "Whose are you?" she asked. "I belong to you my lady." "What will you do for me?" "Anything, your highness." "Suck you ass off my strap on." I took her fake dick into my mouth. It tasted strongly, but I loved it. I knew, my mouth full of fake dick, tasting my own ass, that the princess had opened a new chapter in my life and there was no going back. After I finished cleaning her with my mouth, Caliope unchained me. "If you really wish to serve me, there's no need to keep you locked up. I'll bring you to your room." We travelled through Melinda's fortress to a bedroom, dimly lit with a single lantern. I collapsed in the bed, exhausted after my brutal ass fucking. "There's clothes in the wardrobe. We'll talk about your place here in the morning." The princess left, shutting off the light. I turned over into the pillow and fell asleep, unsure of what my new life would bring.
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Jenny, a lovely petite girl of willowy stature and standing barely 5 feet, let the screen door slam behind her as she rushed in from school. She immediately headed for her room, calling out, “Mom, I’m home.” When she entered it she went to the desk by her window and deposited her school books. As she turned around she saw her step-father leaning against the doorjam of her bedroom door and froze. “Whuh, what, are you doing home Artie? The car was gone, and, and I thought, you were at work. Where’s, muh, my Mom?” Jenny was totally intimidated by her step-father, ever since he told her and Patrick about her Mom’s car, and how he’d turn it over to the police if they didn’t do what he wanted. “Well little Miss Princess,” Artie grinned at her with a lear, “Your Mom has gone to do some shopping in the city, and ain’t gonna be back til around 6. I want you to do something for me.” “Whuh, what do, you, want, me to do Artie?” Jenny somehow knew what Artie had in mind. She hoped it wasn’t what she thought it was, but he’d made her do it before. Artie crossed over to her bed and sat down. “Well now lets see.” He pretended he was thinking about it by scratching at his head in a thoughtful manner, then said, “First of all Sweetcakes, I want you to take them clothes off. Right here in front of me, real close up so I can see, you got that?” “Aw, Artie,” Jenny began trembling, and she blushed. “Do I half to?” “Yeah, Miss High and Mighty,” Artie mimicked her, “you half to. I wanna watch you peel them tight jeans off, take that tube top off, and show me your titties. Then I want you to pull them sheer panties I know you’re wearing down, and show me that sweet cunt and ass. I wanna see that hairy pussy.” Artie giggled and snorted. He already knew Jenny’s pussy was almost without a hair on it, but he loved to embarrass her, and tormented her every chance he got. “Now you little Bitch, get with it!” "Buh, but I, don't wanna, do it Artie!" Jenny was almost in tears. She was deathly afraid of her Step-Father, and even more scared of what he might do to her. “Shut your whining and get going,” Artie snarled, his patience wearing out. Jenny, her lovely cheeks wet from her tears, began slowly removing her clothes. She unsnapped her Jeans and pushing them over her hips with a wiggle, let them drop to her ankles. She used each foot to slip out of her sneakers so she could step out of her pants. Next, hesitating only as long as she dared, she pulled her tube top over her head and let it drop beside her pants. Reaching behind her in that special way girls have, she unhooked her 32 D cup bra, and let it slide off her arms to land on top of her other clothes. Finally, her skin glowing a hot pink, she slipped her panties off her hips and let them fall, stepping out of them. “Now whuh, what, do, you want me, to do Artie?” Artie looked her over, enjoying the power he had to dominate her. He still found her small athletic body a marvelous sight. Her pubescent appearance made her look like she’d not even reached puberty yet, and his mouth began watering inside just from looking. “You’re looking pretty good gal. I think I want you to do a little posing for me. I’m thinking I wanna bust my nuts,” he grinned at her embarrassment, “you know, choke my chicken? Beat my meat! You understand now?” Jenny understood alright! "Please, don't muh, make me Artie, please?" She had tears running out of her lovely Amber eyes now. Her lovely and perfect, but small nubile body, was shaking with her sobs. Real tears were beginning to flow. Artie was sitting on Jenny's bed, leering at her beautiful naked, and divinely formed body. "Well thats too fucking bad, ain't it. You know what'll happen if you don't? What do ya think they'll do to your Mama when they find out about the little boy she killed?" Jenny began sobbing harder. "Oh, Artie, yuh, you won't tell. you promised Nuh, not, to, tell Artie." Artie grinned with satisfaction. He had the little bitch right where he wanted her. He was getting tired of her Mama anyways, and although he liked having this control over Jenny and Patrick, Jenny was getting a little too long in the tooth, and dear loveable Patrick was already rebelling. He'd ruin their tranquility alright, but after he had his little fun. He thought back to the day he'd set it up with a photographer he'd been sent to. He'd not much liked the fat little fucker, but he could put up with him for the fat old fart's expertese. And he was going to use the old fart's work to embarrass the Holy living shit right out of the two little nurds and their Mama too! Boy, was he ever. He grinned, "We'll see, we'll see. Now suppose you quit that fucking whining and crying, and turn around and spread them beautiful legs of yours. I wanna see that sweet pussy and hot little asshole of yours in all their naked glory." Jenny really hated this. She felt so degraded and the tears were still running down her lovely face. "Duh, do I, huh, have to Ar, Artie?" "Hell yes ya have to, ya dumb little bitch!" Artie was getting a little pissed off at the sobbing girl. "After all," he reasoned with himself, "I ain't fucking her, ain't hurting her, Hell! I ain't even fucking touching the little slut! So why's she whining so much about it?" Jenny, tears of despair and frustration still coursing down her lovely cheeks, turned slowly and faced away from him. "At least," she thought angrily to herself, "I don't have to look at his ugly face!" It embarrassed her to know he was doing what he was doing, and getting pleasure from looking at her nakedness, but she was helpless. He'd had a club over them all since that night Mama'd run over that little boy when she was drunk. Jenny wished now they'd not been so hasty about leaving the scene, but they'd all been terrified of what the police would do. They'd gotten out and discovered the little boy was dead, so in pure panic, they'd jumped back in the car and fled the scene just as fast as they could go! "Alright Baby," Artie was breathing raggedly, and eating Jenny's lush loveliness up with his eyes, "bend over at your waist and open your legs some more. Farther. Now reach back and pull those ass-cheeks apart. Umm, oh yeah! Thats better." Artie unzipped his pants and pulled his rock hard, swollen, inflamed cock out and began jacking off, while his inflamed lusting eyes devoured every inch of the fragil girl's lovely sweet looking pussy and succulent looking rose-bud asshole. Jenny had done just like he said. She'd opened her legs wider. Then she'd bent over more, and after taking one of her naked cheeks in each hand, she pulled her bottom crack open wide. Jenny knew what he was doing cause she could hear him. "At least," she thought to herself with resignation, "he's not making me watch, this time!" As Jenny stood there holding the pose as directed, she let her thoughts wandered to earlier in the afternoon when Artie'd first told Patrick and her about the photo session he’d lined up. "Boy!" She grinned, remembering, "Patrick sure went ballistic, didn’t he? I thought he was gonna actually attack Artie!" She thought that the only thing that might have held him back was his size, and she wasn’t too sure about that! “After all,” she reasoned to herself, “Artie's much bigger. But Patrick's fear of what might happen to Mama, if Artie went back on his word and Told, was probably the real reason Patrick held back.” She thought, "My brother does have a real temper when he gets mad!" She heard the sound of Artie pounding away. He was really beating his meat now, and it sounded to Jenny like he'd be finished pretty quick. She really hoped so! She was getting tired. Her thoughts went back to the proposed photo session, and she decided she'd at least go and see what the photo session was all about. “Maybe it won't be so bad after all” she thought. In the meantime, in another part of the city, The man's name was Bernie Bradshaw, and he was a 54 year old amateur photographer. He had cold blue eyes and puffy full lips, and a hairline receding from the front, and trying it’s best to meet up with the growing baldness on the back. Bernie was a slob “but a loveable one,” he grinned to himself, recognizing his short comings. He knew he didn't cut much of a figure being over-weight with a big pot-belly and sallow complexion. He used to have horrible smelling breath, but he solved that problem when he had all his rotten teeth removed at the same time, and the best false ones made he could afford. This action on Bernie's part solved another major problem he'd had to live with. His teeth were perfect looking now, and Bernie was a real happy camper. “Yes indeed,” he smiled and thought to himself. “A real, real, happy camper.” Bernie Bradshaw was an excellent photographer. He worked hard at it because it supported his most important hobby, pornography. He sold some of his work to select clients, but that wasn't his main goal. As far as Bernie was concerned, he didn't give a good fuck, or damn, if he ever sold another picture again. His photographic subjects were his main goal! He only had one rule he wouldn't break, not for anybody. All his photo sessions had to have two or more subjects in them, and they had to be a mixed lot. He didn't care how it was divided, as long as sex was represented by both sides. Whether it was two males and one female, or two females and one male didn’t matter one wit to Bernie. He preferred couples though because that made him the odd man out, and Bernie really did liked being the odd man out. One more thing, perhaps the most important thing of all to Bernie’s way of thinking. He insisted in his own participation. That was the most important part of the price for the photo sessions. Bernie was not only versatile as far as sex preferences went, but he was very liberal minded, about ages as well. Bernie did have some limitations though! While he saw practically no limitations to be set for youth, he found out by trial and error that he kind of lost Interest, after the 4 score plus mark had been reached. Even THIS had no set rule though as far as Bernie was concerned. He'd had a few exceptions come down the pike, and he sincerely hoped he'd have some more suitable old codgers in the near future. Later, in the evening, Bernie really felt great tonight. He hummed as he hustled around his secret studio, getting ready for a brother and sister team. He'd had a few cases of incestuous relationships in the past, but not enough to suit him. Not at all! To Bernie's way of thinking, there was something special about family members performing sexual acts with each other. It excited him beyond all reason. Tonight's session had been set up by the kid's stepfather, and that was allright with Bernie too. The man, named Artie, who he’d taken an immediate dislike to, had shone him pictures of the two young people. The boy looked young and his sister did too, but they weren't twins, at least not in the legal sense. Bernie supposed they could be Irish twins though. They were both gorgeous and beautiful to Bernie's discerning eyes. They both had dark hair, perfectly formed bodies, and the most beautiful amber eyes Bernie had ever seen in his misbegotten life. Bernie finally got the stage set to his satisfaction. The lights and camera's were on their respective try-pods. The last thing Bernie had to do now, was check his sound system out. He had hidden mikes all over his special studio, and his reel-to-reel Sony was synchronized to his movie camera's. Bernie was a perfectionist, especially when it was for his own benefit and pleasure. And tonight, would, most certainly, be that! As he moved around checking his equipment for the last time, he thought about his first meeting with Artie. Bernie, knowing the little foibles and quirks of weak men, had enticed Artie back to his office and plied him with a damned good bourbin, getting him really soused, drunk enough to worm the story out of him. Artie had been so full of himself, describing in graphic detail about how he had the two kids and their Mama under his control. How he came to have it, and even where he’d hidden the proof. Bernie didn’t think much of Artie’s “I’m smarter than you” attitude, and didn’t care much for his pure obnoxious behavior either. He also frowned on Artie for blackmailing such lovely young people, but not because of the blackmail. Bernie didn’t like “Welchers” much, He didn’t like Artie turning on them for no other reason than getting bored with them. In other words, Bernie recognized an absolutely perfect Scum bag when he met one. The stepfather had whined and wheedled about staying and watching while the session was being filmed, but Bernie'd put a stopper to that notion in a hurry. He flatly refused to allow it. The man had argued about it, and even threatened not to bring the two kids, but Bernie knew his man. He just shrugged his shoulders and told him to suit himself. The man finally gave up, and Bernie agreed to make the man a two hour movie of the brother and sister. Bernie saw that the man had no other choice but to be satisfied with that arrangement. Bernie checked his watch for the third time. The man had agreed to drop the brother and sister off at 8 AM. and it was almost time! He grinned with joyful anticipation as he heard the downstairs doorbell chime. Chapter 2. "Its show time!" Bernie chuckled to himself as he went down to let his two guests in. As the two young people followed him up the stairs and into the room he'd set up, he thought to himself. "I just don't like that fucking asshole Artie! If things work out for me, I'll just fuck him royally, and give these young people and their Mama a real break." Bernie couldn't help but notice his new friends didn't seem too happy with their situation. He could guess why, and his pleasure and joy was two-fold. When the kid's stepfather explained to Bernie that they might not be real willing participants, Artie had to explain what he had over them. Artie, quite drunk by then explained. It seemed that the kids mother had really tied one on and gotten drunk one night. After stopping to pick them up at a friend's house across town, she'd accidently run over a small child on their way home, killing the little boy instantly. She'd been just sober enough to know she was in big trouble if she stayed around for the police. And the kids knew it too, so in panic they'd sped off, leaving the little boy crushed and dead alongside the highway. The stepfather had always had his eyes on the petite daughter, and now, he had his chance. He'd switched cars with his new wife, then stored the hit and run vehicle in a secret rented garage. He told the brother and sister about him preserving the evidence. When he'd done that, he began blackmailing the children without their mother's knowledge. He used her accident and their fear for her, to do what he wanted with them. That's why they were here tonight. Bernie had the information now and he'd use it if he had to, but he really hoped it wouldn’t be necessary. Bernie'd made a point to have the room temperature set at 74 degrees exactly. When they entered the room he wasted no time. "Okay kids." Looking at the boy he smiled and asked, "What’s your name?" The boy was feeling a little nervous but spoke right up. "My name's Patrick." "And how about you, Honey?" Bernie looked at the young girl, who looked quite a bit younger, and even more nervous than her brother. "Muh, my name's Jenny." She answered shakily. She continued with, "Whuh, why'd, our stepfather bring, us here? Who are, you?" "Well Jenny and Patrick," Bernie smiled confidently at the two young people. "You're here because your stepfather wants you to make some pictures for him. I know all about the threat he has over you, and now, I have it too." Jenny's eyes flew wide open with shock. "You mean, Artie, told you? He swore to us, he'd never, ever, tell anybody!" This was just too much for Jenny and she burst out in tears. She buried her face in her hands and began sobbing softly. Patrick didn't cry but he turned pale, and wrapping his arm around his sister's shoulders, he glared at Bernie fiercely. He pulled her closer to his side. "We knew he was a real bastard, and this just proves it!" Bernie smiled in agreement at the young boy. "Good, good. I like your spunk boy, or I hope to do so soon anyways. You and I just may be able to come to some kind of agreement that'll please all of us. Except Artie of course." Jenny's crying in the meantime had slowed down to an occasional sniffle. When she started paying a little closer attention to what her brother and the old man were saying, she kept quiet. She was smart enough to leave the talking up to Patrick. "What do you mean?" Patrick was definitely interested. His eyes were gleaming brightly with a sudden hope. "Well, it all depends on whether you kids do what I want tonight. "Bernie scratched his head thoughtfully. "You please me, and I'll make a deal with you I think you'll really like!" Patrick was not only interested now, he was curious. "What kind a deal you got in mind?" "its simple," Bernie chuckled. "You give me what I want, and I'll give you what you want more than anything else right now. I'm not even gonna make you tell me what it is. I'll just ask you a question, and I don't need to know the answer either. I already have a good idea. Here's my question. What would you do with a certain vehicle, hidden away in an unknown garage, if you knew where that garage was at?" Seeing the dawning look of comprehension and joyous hope light up the boy's face, Bernie nodded and chuckled again. "You got it champ. I know where its at." "What a we gotta do for this information?" Patrick thought he knew, but he had to make sure. "Very simple." Bernie was becoming enthusiastic. "All you gotta do is what your stepfather sent you here for, plus a little extra for me of course." Patrick looked into his sister's wet, beautiful eyes and Jenny looked back at him. "Well Sis, what ya think?" Jenny turned her glaring eyes on Bernie. "Whuh, why, are you, willing to do this? You already, have us, in your puh power, so why, do this to Artie?" Bernie’s smile turned into a grin. "To tell you the truth I don't like the son-of-a-bitch. He thinks he's better and smarter than us. I think he's an under-achiever, with an over-inflated, extended ego. And," Bernie winked owlishly at the two kids, "he's just about as smart as my pet rock." Both kids began giggling nervously, then laughing, at the last statement Bernie made. They had to agree whole heartedly with the old man's opinion. Bernie could still detect some reluctance eminating from Jenny though. She looked real unhappy with their situation. Walking to the door of the room, he casually closed it, turning the key in the lock and pocketing it. "Why'd ya do that?" Patrick asked in sudden suspicion. He took a step forward, putting himself between Jenny and Bernie, protecting his sister. Bernie raised his hands in a calming motion. "Cool it Patrick. We gotta do some serious negotiating here. I don't think Jenny's gonna be all that enthusiastic, happy, or pleased for that matter right away. I just want to make sure she's still with us when we’re finished, you know what I mean. I don't want her doing nothing stupid like taking off during our negotiations." Bernie glanced over Patrick's shoulder. "Just look at her and you'll see what I mean." Patrick turned his head and looked at her face. "Yeah, I see what you're seeing." He stepped to Jenny and put an arm around her. "Don't worry Sis. Everythings gonna be alright, you'll see." He led her to the cushioned platform in the middle of the room and sat down with her. "Well?" He looked at Bernie. "What’s the deal then?" Bernie grinned victoriously. "Its simple as it can be. I'm gonna take pictures of you and Jenny performing all kinds of sex acts with each other. And when I get the urge, I'm going to join in some of them with you. We're going to stay here til I'm satisfied. In exchange for your co-operation I'm going to tell you where Artie's got your mother's car stashed!" Bernie looked in Patrick's eyes. "So what do you say? Do you agree to all my terms?" "What’s he tuh talking about Patrick?" Jenny's voice was getting shrill. "Whuh, what's he mean about suh, sex acts? We're nuh not going to do things, like that, with each other. Thats bad, and evil! You know it too!" Jenny crossed her arms, a perfect picture of stubborn determination. "I'm nuh not, going to take, my clothes off. He cuh can't, make me, and you cuh can't, neither!" She was afraid, and tears re-formed in her eyes. Her tears made her beautiful eyes glisten with an inner light, and gave them a loveliness that made Bernie's heart actually miss a beat, and his mouth begin watering madly out of control. Patrick held her firmly when she tried to pull away. "Come on Sis." He tried to calm her down, and when she quieted some, he reasoned with her. "We gotta do what we can for Mom, don't we? You wanta get Artie off our backs don't ya?" Jenny nodded, still sniffling. Patrick went on quickly. "So what if we gotta do some things we might not like. Its just this one time, ain't that right?" He turned to Bernie, who nodded in agreement. "See Jenny? Whatever we do, it'll be for Mom." Patrick looked deeply into his sister's beautiful watery eyes. "You do wanta help Mom don't ya Jenny?" Jenny's face scowled and turned a bright pink. "That’s, that’s unfair Patrick. You know I want to help Mom. I just don't like being here." She pointed at Bernie. "I don't trust him, and I'm suh scared of him too." "You don't have any reason to be afraid of me Jenny." Bernie explained to the distraught girl, trying his best to win her over with soft soothing words. Chapter 3. Bernie began explaining. "Everything I want from you and Patrick is easy for you to give, and you can go on with your life after tonight with no harm done. What you have to realize, is I'm going to get what I want anyways with or without your co-operation." Bernie shrugged. "I don't care one way or the other how it works out. You can make it easy, or, hard on yourself." Jenny, forgetting her fear temporarily, turned to Patrick in outraged triumph. "See? I tuh told you! He's a bad man!" Patrick looked at his sister desperately. "You still don't get it do ya Sis? We ain't got any choice." As Jenny looked at Patrick's desperation in confusion, a dawning comprehension finally came to her. Bernie said, "Patrick's right Jenny. You don't have a choice! You have to do what I want. And yes, I may be a bad man but not nearly as bad as Artie! He wants to control you and Patrick and your Mama for the rest of your life! Is that what you want?" Jenny's shoulders slumped. She shook her head dejectedly as she gave in to the inavitable. "Nuh, no. I don't want that. So whuh, what do we have to do? What do you want us, to, do?" Bernie smiled with relief and jubilance. He walked over to the wall and threw the switch that turned on the flood lights surrounding the platform, then switched off the overhead lights and plunged everything outside the lighted area into total darkness. Going next to a control panel, he threw the switch that activated the recording and filming equipment. Approaching the edge of the lighted area so the kids could hear him easier, he told them "The first thing I want you to do now is take your clothes off. Everything except your underpants that is! When you get done with that, I'll come and get them and put them up til we’re done with filming." Patrick took his shoes and socks off. Then stood up and began undressing, but Jenny didn't move. She just sat there looking stubborn, scared, and pale. "Come on now Jenny." Bernie wanted to get her moving. "Get with it." He hoped his voice would jar her into action and it apparently did. Jenny bent down and slowly removed her tennis shoes and white socks, then finally stood up. She looked like she was feeling pretty uncomfortable about it, but she began to slowly remove her clothes. By the time Jenny had removed her shoes and gotten to her feet, Patrick had removed his shirt and was sliding his pants over his narrow, athletic hips and letting them fall to the floor. He stooped and picked them up then sat back down on the platform, holding his pants and shirt in one hand and his socks stuffed into his shoes in the other. Bernie covertly watched Patrick staring at Jenny. When Bernie looked at Patrick's jockeys he smiled triumphantly. The tell-tale bulge was more than apparent. Jenny had undid her blouse and laid it on the edge of the platform before starting on her pants. Like most young females, Jenny's pants were so tight she had to push, wiggle, and squirm to get them over her nubile, hips but she finally made it. She let them drop and after stepping out of them, bent over and retrieved Them before sitting down beside her brother. "You forgot one thing Jenny. Take the bra off too, okay?" Bernie wanted to make damned sure Patrick was excited. It was important for the next step he had in mind. Jenny turned a beet red. A stubborn look came on her face for a moment then sighing, she let her shoulders slump in resignation. She reached up behind her in that sexie way all females do, making their breasts thrust out in all their beauty, and unhooked her bra. Raising both hands crosswise, she defiantly slipped the straps off her shoulders and pulled it off, exposing her delicious looking small perfectly formed breasts. She laid her bra down on her blouse and pants. "There now! Are you, suh satisfied?" "Oh yes,” Bernie breathed in awe. “Soon darling girl, soon will be I hope." Bernie smiled to himself as he looked at Patrick's lusting inflamed face and jerking covered crotch. Bernie walked into the light and got the kids clothes then carried them back into the darkness. He thought to himself, "Jenny girl, you are going to be one surprised little gal in just a few minutes. I just wonder how you're gonna handle it?" After Bernie put the kid's clothes down, he quickly undressed before going back to the edge of the lighted area. It was time now and he wanted to be ready. He cleared his throat then said, "Now Jenny. Stand up right where you're at and face this way. And Patrick? I want you down on your knees facing Jenny." After Jenny and Patrick did as instructed Bernie went on. "Patrick. I want you to reach up and slowly pull Jenny's panties down and off. Be real careful when you lift her feet to remove them though. I don't want her falling, alright?" Patrick looked nervously toward Bernie’s voice. He reached his trembling hands up and slipped his fingers into the elastic waistband of his sister's panties at each side of her hips. He tugged them Slowly down, and in the process turned them inside out as he moved them to her ankles. He wrapped a trembling arm around her small naked waist and helped her step out of them. He slumped back in awe struck wonder, as he gazed rapturously at his Sister's magnificently naked body! Her body was so perfectly formed, and her skin looked smooth as silk. It made him actually feel like a worshiper in church touched by the Hand of God! Patrick temporarily lost his mind completely in unconscious devotion to his sister's absolute perfection. He forgot everything else around him. He never noticed before how beautiful Jenny was! Jenny stood there naked in front of the old man and her brother, blushing in embarrassment but with a well deserved pride, holding her head high and her shoulders back too. She at least had nothing to be ashamed of as far as her body went. Her breasts were small, but developing into magnificent perfection itself. Her pussy was almost hairless but couldn't have been more beautiful if sculptured by Michelangelo himself. Chapter 4. Jenny was a fantastically gorgeous and desirable female, and unequaled anywhere. The only thing Bernie could think of as he stood there stunned, looking rapturously at her proud defiant naked beauty, was the awesome luck that made her and Patrick available to him. It was sure enough cause to make him fall down on his knees and give God thanks and look forwart to the Hereafter. Bernie's voice was somewhat hoarse as he marveled, "Alright Jenny. You’re the prettiest young lady I've ever seen in my lifetime. Now I want you to turn around real slow right where you're standing and after a complete turn, I want you to turn sideways to the platform and get down on your knees." Jenny looked defiantly towards the sound of Bernie's voice then began slowly turning around. Bernie gloated over the contours of her delectably well-shaped, and high- riding perfectly formed ass, and his mouth began watering like Niagra Falls was inside it. As Jenny turned slowly, Bernie saw her skin glowing like bone- china, almost phospheretic with good health. As Jenny slowly turned in a circle Bernie's mouth kept filling with water. It filled so fast he was continually swallowing. He knew in his heart he'd never seen a more delectable morsel in his life! He watched her complete her circle and turning sideways to the platform, settle onto her knees with a grace not often seen in a female her age. "Okay Patrick.” Bernie’s voice was ragged with his growing desire. “It’s your turn now. Stand up and face Jenny." Bernie cleared his throat noisily and addressed Jenny next. "Jenny. I want you to do the same thing your brother did for you. I want you to slowly remove his underpants and take your time doing it, alright?" Jenny didn't look his way or answer him, but Bernie watched her slowly reach out and pull Patrick's jockeys down, nervously giggling aloud and turning red in the face when Patrick’s released cock sprung out with a bounce and began twitching with a life of its own. Bernie enjoyed the embarrassed girl's look of horrified fascination as she stared at the jumping cock so close to her face. Bernie smiled as he thought about the closer look she was going to get a little later, but not now! "Good girl Jenny,” Bernie praised her. “You did a good job! Now I want you to sit on the edge of the platform and face this way." Jenny got to her suddenly wobbly and weak legs and sat down on the edge where she’d been told. "Now,” Bernie went on huskily, “lay back all the way til your flat on your back." She reluctantly complied, slowly settling back. "Now Patrick,” Bernie looked over at him. “Here’s what I want YOU to do. I want you to pick each one of Jenny's feet up and place them on the edge of the platform. When you’re done I want her spread wide open." Bernie watched Patrick pick Jenny's right foot up first and holding it carefully, move it to the right side of Jenny. He sat it on the very edge before picking her left foot up and setting it down on the other side of his sister’s lovely naked body, spreading her legs wide open and exposing her succulent looking pussy. Bernie's heart was beating faster than a trip hammer as he looked at Jenny’s beautifully-gapped, perfectly formed almost hairless Divinely created pussy. His legs actually got weak and trembly just from the hungry lustful desire springing forth in his feverish brain. "Now Patrick,” Bernie gasped throatily, “I want you to get on your knees in front of Jenny's open legs and eat her pussy." Bernie wasn't really surprised at the willingness Patrick showed as he hastened to comply with this last request put to him. Bernie picked up his VCR camera and hurried nakedly to the two young people barely in time to begin filming the action close up. He managed to get close enough to film Patrick's Tongue licking voraciously at the inside of his sister's beautiful, wet and pink pussy. Patrick worked her slippery and warm silky clit into his mouth and began sucking. He maneuvered her deliciously tender meat with his tongue. He sucked and pulled on it with his lips and swallowed every delightful taste he could find. Jenny was shocked at first then began moaning and wailing. "Don't Patrick. Oh please duh, don't. Don't eat muh, my pussy!" Her body though, was making her plea's to stop a liar. Her head was rolling from side to side and her hips were beginning to grind and hump themselves against Patrick's face. Jenny wasn't even aware she'd grabbed Patrick's head in her hands. She was unconsciously guiding his mouth lips and tongue to where it felt best for her. Bernie was in seventh Heaven. He was filming away at the spectacular sight in front of him. His own cock needed attention real bad but he just couldn't take the time. He wanted to catch every split second of Jenny's orgasms on film. He knew they were coming and they'd be multiple before the night was through. He guaranteed it! Jenny began humping wildly, thrusting her hips with an out of control rythmn and jerking motion as she climaxed with wild abandonment. "Oh! Oh! Aiee, aiee aiee! Eat it! Eat me oh eat me raw Patrick!" Jenny was pulling on her brother's head so hard Patrick's face was almost completely hidden against her inflamed tender, tingling and exploding pussy. As Bernie brought the camera lenz in for a really good close-up, he could tell by Patrick's face he was shoving his slippery tongue in and out as fast and deep as he could. He was trying his very best to fulfill Jenny's last pleading prayers. Jenny finally began to slowly relax. Her hips moved more slowly as her climax drew to a close. Her legs were beginning to feel like wet rags. Tears of embarrassed anger flashed in her lovely amber eyes as she moaned, "Oh Patrick, you shuh, shouldn't have done it. Its wrong!" Bernie had to grab Patrick's shoulders and pull him back with slow persistance to disengage his face from his sister's pussy. "Hold up Patrick,” he grinned approvingly. “That’s enough for now. Its your turn now! Climb up and straddle your sister’s upper body and let her suck you off." Patrick stood up eagerly and climbed on the platform then threw his leg across his sister's body. He settled his bare bottom lightly on her upper stomach, near her naked and perky small breasts. "Whuh, what are, you doing, Puh Patrick?" Jenny’s wet eyes opened wide in shock, as she looked fearfully at the closeness of her brother's hard jerking cock, then up at his flushed face with growing alarm. Patrick grinned leudly down at her with his feverishly flushed face. "I'm gonna let you do me too Jenny! You gotta suck MY COCK now!" "No! I wuh, won't do it!" Jenny's eyes welled up again with tears. "You know, it's nuh, not right Patrick! Its wrong! To, to do that!" She started sniffling, and covered her face up with her hands. To be continued.
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_Based on To Serve and Protect, created by Patricia51 and Linda_S Suggested by Forever, ©1975 by Judy Blume_ _AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was meant to be part of the "S &P: Interrogation" series. Now it's the first of two stories about Patricia51's extended family of police officers, showing the other sides of their lives. In this one, nobody has sex and nobody commits a crime, but I hope to help set the stage for events later on in Patricia's stories._ Michael Gibson Junior stared in horror at the broken door lock. Susan Adams stared at Michael Gibson Junior. "Mikie," as he was known to his family (he desperately tried to keep his friends from calling him that) was in the Gibson family's third and smallest bathroom. Unfortunately, so was Sue. She had rapped hard with her knuckles on the door. Not only was the door's lock broken, the latch evidently was as well. The door had swung inwards despite Mikie's desperate lunge for it. It's hard to tell which of the two people was more embarrassed, but Sue wasn't necessarily ashamed. Mikie was. Guilt spread all over his face. The upended paperback had fallen to the floor just a second before the knock. Mikie's hand was clutching the waistband of his pants, trying to pull them up. He was doubled over like he had just taken a blow to the groin. Sue's eyes met Mikie's. She saw real fear in them. She looked at the one- person shower instead. Mikie's mind played with four-letter words. He thought he would have been justified in saying them. But swearing was a punishable offense in the Gibson household, and anyway he didn't like people who cursed a lot. Finally he spoke. "Get... out... please!" Sue silently backed out of the bathroom, pulled the door to, and walked – not hurriedly – away. She made sure her heels clicked on the floor of the master bedroom. She went to another bathroom, waited for Mikie's mom to come out, and hurried in. Once she had done her business there, she went to the window and looked out into the back yard. Mikie had left the little bathroom, gone to his own bedroom, opened the window and crawled out onto the roof. He cautiously made his way to the nearest tree and swung himself into it. Sue's gaze followed him up into the tree house. Five minutes later, Sue knocked on another door. It hadn't been particularly easy climbing the tree in her nice outfit, but she managed well enough. She had excused herself from the family dinner with the Gibsons and with her lover Linda Shannon, saying she had something to do. She reassured her anxious hosts that it wasn't anything to get worried about. She took a circuitous route to the back yard so Mikie's 10-year-old brothers wouldn't see her and figure out Mikie was hiding. Mikie curled up in a ball in a corner of the tree house. He was trying to figure what his punishment would be. Would Mom and Dad just stop at killing him? They had never spanked him, but Dad was a former Marine and he could get pretty creative in handing out punishments. Mom was one of the Sheriff's Department's top interrogators. And both were in very good physical shape. Mom had climbed to the top of the tree to rescue Mikie's niece's kitten last year. There are worse things than dying. He heard the knock, followed by Sue's voice. "I don't know the secret knock, Michael. You'll just have to let me in before anybody sees me up here." Arrest. Jail. Jailhouse rape. Court. Reform school. Being someone's boy toy for the next three years. Mikie walked through neck-deep mud, it seemed, to open the door and admit the Detective Sergeant who had caught him in the act of masturbation. "May I come in and have a seat?" Sue asked. Her tone was open to every interpretation in the book. The loft had a beanbag chair, a bench, and a few cushions. Sue walked over to the beanbag chair, arranged it so she could lean forward and be about a step from the bench, and sat down in ladylike fashion. Mikie walked over to the bench and perched himself, imagining what the electric chair must have felt like in the past century. Long pause. Sue just watched Mikie. He felt constrained to speak. "Are you going to arrest me for indecent exposure?" A faint shake of the head. "Public lewdness? Felony sexual harassment?" The last was the scariest. Another shake of the head. Sue then spoke. "Don't tell me they offer Government classes during freshman year now? I had to wait until I was a senior. You must know the criminal code of Georgia pretty well." "Well, with Mom, Dad and Carol being cops..." Mikie was astonished that he could be somewhat lighthearted in a position like this. "Then you also know how the state sodomy law was overturned. The cops served a legal warrant, but while inside the house they accidentally spotted two gay guys making it in a bedroom and arrested them. The men sued for violations of privacy and won." Sue paused. "That wasn't my bathroom. Your mom and dad might ask you why you were using their bathroom, but I couldn't bust you even if I wanted to. And I don't." Long pause. Mikie looked down, up, anywhere but at Sue's face, until he realized it was useless. Then he asked her directly. "Are you pissed off?" Sue shook her head in disapproval. "Are guys really that intimidated by women? You're more scared of me being upset than you are of anything except your mom and dad being upset." "Jeez, Sergeant –" "Sue." "Sue. Jeez. You're a grown woman, you're a..." "Dyke?" Mikie really didn't want to answer that one. He skipped over it. "You're sort of married, aren't you supposed to hate sex and don't you dump on guys who like to jack off?" The question was answered with a question. "Do you like to jack off?" Mikie was quite nonplussed by Sue's use of the word. Sue continued: "It looked like you really didn't want to do it, you were just so wound up you had to do something." Mikie grimaced. "Yeah. I'd gone three whole days. I was so wired you'd have thought I was on meth or something." Sue looked disapproving. "Don't joke about drug addiction." Mikie backed off. "I'm sorry. It's just that..." he took a deep breath... "I was seeing some guys in the shower and wondering what they were like. Not like I was gonna stick it to some guy, just thought what it'd be like to touch them and rub myself off." Even if Sue hadn't been a good lip reader, she could have figured out the curse the younger fellow bit off. Sue replied: "Do you or don't you think I did the same thing?" It sounded like a trap question to Mikie. Sue and Linda had been a couple since Sue graduated from the police academy, since before Mikie was born for that matter. "I guess so," he finally replied. "Sure I did! But I wasn't looking to go to bed with them! Jeez! I'd check them out and compare them to me, look at the early bloomers and the girls who weren't to puberty yet, wonder what in hell they felt, whether Betty Big Boobs got neck strain from the weight up front, if Sarah A-Cup was putting out to make up for so little on top, all this stuff everybody probably thinks. But do you think I was never interested in guys? Believe me, if I hadn't found Linda I might be married to a guy right now, if he was the right one." "But how do you know he'd be the right one? I sure as hell don't," Mikie responded in some agitation. Sue realized she had gotten a bit agitated herself, and resolved to calm Mikie down some. If someone else came up that tree, Mikie would climb to the topmost limb and probably get stuck. "You don't." Sue let that hang. Then she mentioned something else she had noticed. "Where did you get the book Forever?" "Stephanie left it behind when she moved out. Carol got it at a book sale, I think." "I've read it," Sue said. "Some of it's pretty steamy. The scenes where they make out before they start actually fucking, the times when they make love and both of them come. I had four or five sections pretty dog-eared. I'll bet you do too." Mikie couldn't believe he had heard Sue drop the F-bomb, but he had to agree with her assertion. Sue continued. "Is that the only thing you jack off to, or do you have other things?" Mikie didn't want to rat out anybody, but he felt he needed to tell the truth. "There's this guy who hacked his mom and dad's computer and accessed all the adult sites. He prints off Web pages and sells them to the rest of us." "Very interesting," Sue said. "Also breaks at least two or three laws that I know of. Did you know Carol was the subject of one of those Web pages?" Mikie let out a curse that broke every taboo in the Gibson family, and which would have earned him at least an hour of running in place in a truck tire filled with sand, with a time penalty for touching the sides. He stared in horror at his sister's work partner. "It's true. A hacker created a phony sex site, with her pictures digitally manipulated to make her look like a total slut. We caught the people responsible, but I see people still like that sort of thing." Mikie didn't believe in omens, otherwise he would have thought the world was going to crash onto his head. "I can't tell you who gives them out. You might could find out if you asked some other guys, though." "Rest assured, someone will," Sue said. And that was that. She shifted the conversation back to Forever. "Have you read it all the way through?" "Yeah." "My mom gave it to me," Sue said, "and I think my grandmother gave it to her. It came out in 1975, so I think at least three generations of girls have read it, and maybe a lot of guys interested in sex." "It gets pretty yucky at the end," Mikie said. "Katherine leaves Michael for this other guy she hardly knows. I wonder if Michael blew himself away with a shotgun or something." "Lots of guys have wondered that," Sue replied. "But remember the guy who tried to hang himself about 50 pages earlier. Michael wouldn't do anything that stupid, would he? Even over a girl?" Mikie let out another mouthed curse followed by a mouthed comma and an audible "I don't know." He thought for a while. Sue was sure he was thinking about boyfriend-girlfriend relationships and possibly about breakups. She studied his expression carefully and decided he didn't personally know any guys who had broken up with their girlfriends. Now his female friends... that was a different matter. "How do boyfriends and girlfriends treat each other these days?" Sue asked. "Like crap," Mikie said without thinking. "The same as when I was a teenager, or different?" Sue asked gently. "Dunno what you saw. But the guys act like they own the girls. I saw one guy in eighth grade get it right in the nuts for talking nice to another guy's girlfriend. Lured down an alley and ambushed. Four or five guys." "Were you one of them?" Sue asked. Mike turned crimson. "I didn't hit him. I stayed back." "And nobody reported it, I'm quite sure," Sue said firmly. "Shit, no. The guy who got it is in Harper High now anyway. He's one of the enemy." Mikie shouldn't have said that. He knew he shouldn't have. Carter High School had been built as the city grew, which was in the last decade. Mikie's sisters had gone to Harper, and Sue had taught there on an undercover assignment. He glanced anxiously at the door, expecting Sue to exit and go get his parents. Instead she spoke coolly. "Mom and Dad held you back so you wouldn't be among the youngest kids in the class. Now you're one of the oldest, maybe the oldest. Big and strong. Are you going to hit this guy again if you see him at the big game?" That wasn't a rhetorical question. Harper and Carter Highs had fierce gridiron rivalries; during the week before they played, the principals set their lunch times an hour apart so students wouldn't meet and fight. Mikie's dad had broken up one such brawl single-handedly. "Nah. Besides, every guy was hot for that girl, Rachel Underwood. She really had a rack on her and her ass was neat, too." "I see," Sue said. "Tits and ass are what you want? Did you ever look at her face, hear her voice, listen for her mind?" Mikie grimaced. "She was kind of sweet. She sorta liked me." Sue fired away. "What happened to her?" Mikie must have thought about Rachel before. There was a soft, sad tone to his voice. "I think she must've got knocked up and had an abortion. This year, guys are avoiding her like she's got bubonic plague. A lot of guy talk says she screwed half the guys on campus. I've seen her sometimes and she always looks away." Sue made a mental note to find out about Rachel. Right now, her attention was on Mikie. "How do girls at school dress these days?" Mikie thought it over. "Pretty regular, I guess. Jeans, sneakers, T-shirts or short-sleeved tops. When winter comes, they usually wear boots and long coats. Not much different from guys." "Any of them dress up?" Sue asked quietly. "Shorts, too-short skirts, tummies showing, open necks, bras or thongs showing, tops too small, and – God forbid – pants so tight you can see a camel-toe crotch?" Mikie nodded a little. "Not all at once, but I've seen girls who looked really hot. Mostly the juniors and seniors. You know they go to the office if they break the dress code." "They've done that for a hundred years, or close to it. Would it surprise you that I did all of those things?" Mikie certainly was surprised. "Why?" "Because I wanted to be noticed, silly. I thought I was pretty, but I needed people to say I was. One nice compliment from a handsome guy and I felt good all day. Two from this one particular guy and I felt like a princess." Mikie still had a great deal of trouble thinking that the gay woman opposite him could have been attracted to a man. He incautiously asked who she could have liked. "You know him. Josh Crane." Mikie's eyebrows practically knit themselves together. Things didn't compute and he said so. Sue smiled. "I had a crush on him in tenth grade. I didn't think he noticed, and I was probably right. Then, when we were in the Police Academy together, he had a crush on me and I DEFINITELY didn't notice. He was too shy to say anything by then. I'm glad we became good friends later, but I'm more glad he didn't try anything, because I would have said no by then." Mikie puzzled it over. "When did you know you were..." "Gay?" Sue asked. "It took a long time. I would gladly have dated Josh most of the way through high school, maybe even have gone to bed with him. But slowly I realized that I felt more comfortable around girls, especially non- judgmental girls. Then I heard a lot of stories about guys who were bad in bed, about well-endowed guys who just hurt girls, and I vowed I'd never be like that with a girl, and that's when I realized I was attracted to girls and wanted them instead of guys. That wasn't all of it, but I wanted to have women as lovers." Mikie was curious in spite of himself. "How did you... do it for the first time?" Sue shrugged. "I went out on a date. Debbie and I had a class in elementary education together, and I found out she was gay. We did some projects together and stayed up late at night, got snacks and drinks, and talked. About the middle of the semester I asked her out to an art film. When we got back home, I asked her if I could kiss her. We didn't have sex then, but we kept going out on dates and we wound up at her apartment a few times, my dorm room a few times. But it only lasted a year." "Nobody from then until Linda?" "I left college after my sophomore year and joined the police academy. One day I heard a woman moaning in the shower, moaning for another woman. Linda walked out and caught me. I pretended to play dumb, but I knew. "I didn't really meet Linda until Police Academy graduation ceremonies, and then I made a total shit of myself. Your dad gave me a good lecture. I was mad at Linda for a while, and then I started thinking about what she'd been through. She had to kill two men to save her partner's life, and that partner was your dad." Sue paused, looking to see if Mikie was surprised. When he wasn't, she continued. "Then both Josh and I applied for the Narcotics Task Force. Linda saw something in me and picked me, I went undercover under her tutelage, and I acted on my desires. After the investigation was over, and after we helped save Carol's reputation, I realized Linda and I were truly in love. But it wasn't easy for a long time." Mike frowned. "Is it ever easy?" Sue shook her head. "I doubt it very much." Then she shifted the conversation again. "What do you feel about... girls who do?" Mikie replied pretty quickly. "I don't like it. They're too young." "And you aren't?" Sue let that one hang and continued. "Michael, I'm the same age now as Judy Blume was when she wrote that book. She had a daughter who kept reading stuff about 'bad girls' having sex and getting punished for it. My mom told me there was as much teenage sex then as now, just that it wasn't talked about nearly as much and people had lots of wrong ideas. And she confirmed she had been through what Kath went through – getting exams, going on the Pill, wondering what losing it would be like. Then she forgot her pills and got pregnant with me right out of high school... you know the rest. "I got the 25th-anniversary edition. Judy Blume put in an extra page talking about AIDS and other things people could get from unprotected sex, and telling the kids who read it to use condoms all the time. Yeah, it was sad, but what matters is that there will always be girls who wonder about falling in love and having sex, no matter if it's 1975 or 1925 or 2025. And if girls do, guys do. "Face it, Michael. Kids know something about sex way before grownups want them to. Many of them are going to do it. You want to." "But I haven't done it with anybody." Sue shrugged. "Would you believe that I'm a virgin?" She let Michael knit his eyebrows. "I've had... feminine hygiene inside me and I've had my gynecologist's fingers there. Linda touches inside me too. But the hymen's still in place. "Linda and I had a long series of talks. She described what it's like to have a man's... manhood inside. It was fine as long as she loved and cared for the man – otherwise it was just an invasion. I realized I'd never feel that way with a man, so I asked her never to take me like a man would. She was really sweet about it. I put sex toys inside her, but I don't pretend to be a man with her and she doesn't pretend to be a man with me." Mikie blurted out: "Do you know I'd like to... you know, with you?" "How come?" Sue replied gently. "I feel like... you're missing out. Guys love you. I've seen you around when I was with my group, and they all check you out and say things." "What things? Just tits and ass and camel-toe, or something else?" "Well, yeah, they look at your bod." Mikie grimaced. "But you're kind of like the teacher guys get hot for, you know? Smart as hell, smile lights up the room, says nice things, acts really interested when talking to guys like me." Sue would have accepted that, but Mike struggled with something. She let him continue, knowing he wouldn't look at her directly. "They're really turned on by you being a... girl-lover. They'd like to see you and Linda doing it. They can't believe neither you nor Linda is, you know, butch." Sue sighed. "For the record, I have known some women who were butch or at least looked butch, and were very nice. There was one woman, a nurse, whom you couldn't tell was a woman unless you saw the sports bra underneath her scrubs. When Linda went to the hospital after being shot, this woman performed a thousand little kindnesses for her and for me. She'd also go over to the pain center and give massages to dying people, strictly volunteer work." "You think she was..." "I don't know and I don't care," Sue said firmly. "The only things I know about her are that she was accepted into the Nurse-to-Doctor program the hospital set up, and now she's in Chicago at a trauma center. I send her a Christmas card each year, and I send a Christmas card to the married woman with four kids who operated on Linda and put her lung back together, and I'm damn grateful to both of them. But I wouldn't take either one of them into my bed just as a thank-you, and neither of them would do it anyway." Mikie's eyelids flickered. Sue suspected he was wondering what Sue and Linda did in bed together, and addressed it. "I could bet you fifty bucks that those guys who want to see Linda and me'making it' would be totally grossed out and run like hell if they even just saw us kiss. We're nobody's fantasy girls." "So you wouldn't..." "Go to bed with you either?" Sue replied. "No. I know it wouldn't be bad. Linda knows how your mom and dad make love... women know those things. Genetically, you have everything right in your head and you'll treat a woman well. But I can't fall in love with you if I'm in love with Linda, and I took a vow long ago not to fall in love with anyone else." Michael frowned. "My dad was married before. Carol and Stephanie are my 'half' sisters." Sue smiled. "All I can say is that I'm different from your dad. Hell, after his first wife died, he met Linda on the job and they were a couple for several years. The only thing Linda really says about that is that each of them taught the other to love again. I can't prove it, but I think Linda had a major crush on your mom. Not right away – she still really cared for your dad and she practically adopted your sisters – but I came across a file when Linda was an Internal Affairs lieutenant and your mom was accused of raping a woman." Mikie's jaw dropped. "Your dad didn't know about it at the time. It was a blackmail setup. I asked Linda about it, and she said it was the first time she had ever met 'the second Mrs. Gibson' – she had stayed away from the wedding so she wouldn't show up your dad, and then they all worked in separate divisions. But when Linda read your mom's file, she realized what kind of woman Pat really was. She went on a one-cop crusade to clear your mom's name before Mike could find out about the allegations. Then she reached out to Mike again, asked him to realize what kind of woman he'd married. She loved him like a brother now – more than she'd ever loved him in the past." Sue smiled. "You were conceived not long afterwards. I know your parents don't talk about it, but Linda is convinced God wanted them to realize what they had found in each other before He gave them a child together." "I'm... a miracle baby? I know Danny and Bobby are." "Michael," Sue said gently, "I've watched you from the day you were born. You have your faults, but you care about people and want to help them. I bet you think about Rachel Underwood and wish you were her boyfriend." It was true. Sue continued. "But you're not going to give up everything to help somebody. You live for yourself too. I can't imagine you having a clingy girlfriend who can't live without you. I can imagine you having a girlfriend who loves you with all her heart and can still let you go do whatever you have to. Your mom and dad do that for each other, and I get the feeling you idolize them." Michael mumbled an acknowledgment, but he was still worried. "Sometimes... they scare the living shit out of me. They're so damn perfect. I'm scared every time I don't do well in class or on the field..." "Do they terrorize you?" Sue said in as neutral a tone as she could master. "Terrorize? What do you mean?" "You wouldn't be hiding from them up in this tree if you didn't fear them. I don't know that your dad never jacked off, or your mother jilled off, but I'd be incredibly surprised if they didn't. I jill off. So does Linda." Mikie was tempted to ask how come, but he didn't. Sue continued. "You want to ask how come? I can tell you. Linda and I have an agreement. If either of us isn't ready for sex, we don't do it. But we can bring ourselves off, either openly or in private. "Sure, your mom and dad can punish you. But I don't think they will. And I think the worst thing you can do to them is be terrorized by them just because you don't think you can live up to their standards. You know they make love. Moms and dads don't stop doing that, at least not the ones who have loved each other from the beginning. "Maybe your mom and dad don't need images to get themselves turned on – I very seriously doubt they do, and someday I hope you won't either. But they are too good people for you to just think they're perfect and that you're automatically bad for doing something questionable." Sue sighed and smiled. "I took educational psychology in college. I might have been a teacher if my money had held out." "Sue... question?" "Go ahead and ask." "Did you ever have... an ideal woman, or an ideal guy?" "I presume before Linda? Yes. Josh was the ideal guy for a while, then the student council president, and there was a smart guy in my economics class in college. The ideal woman – I didn't have a specific one, I just visualized her. Debbie came close, but we were too different and we just drifted apart. I forgot all that ideal-woman stuff when I met Linda, because she wasn't anything like the woman of my dreams, but I fell in love with her more deeply than I ever imagined in the dream." Sue paused. "But Linda and I actually met the woman I'd dreamed of. Linda and I were with her together. She's the third woman I slept with. The only other person either Linda or I have ever... wanted to be with." She switched the conversation. "How about you? Do you have an ideal woman? Someone you know now, or someone you've put together?" "No, a real woman. Bright red hair, really full of life, looks like she could beat up a bear, but very sweet and tender once you get to know her. Speaks with a little bit of an Irish accent..." "Bridget O'Brien?" Sue asked this in astonishment, because Bridget was that third woman. She had made a truly memorable visit, spending two nights with Linda and Sue and making love to both of them as if they were one person, which they certainly felt like. But Mikie had been all of five years old at the time. Sue wasn't even sure if Mikie had met Bridget. And just a few days afterward, Bridget had disappeared while on a mission. "I remember her, sort of," Mikie said. "Mom remembers her real well, and she told me Bridget was really nice and really liked all of us. Last year, I asked Josh Crane to send me a picture of her from when he and Samantha and another cop were on assignment, just before she came down here." "Do you jack off to that picture?" Sue asked. She might well have masturbated to Bridget's photo herself, and she thought Linda would have joined her. "No," Mikie said simply. "Mom says she disappeared just a few days after she visited here." Sue nodded. "She was tracking a serial killer, a really nasty one. She was talking with all of us when she had a flash of insight as to where the killer was going to strike next. Linda and I got her on a plane and gave her a lot of special equipment. After that..." Sue suppressed a sob. "After that, the killings stopped, but nobody heard from her again. I'm afraid she and the killer took each other down. If your mom hadn't gone into the hospital to have your brothers right about then, we would have thrown a memorial service." Mikie nodded back. "I figured. I don't want to... disrespect her. But if she were around, I'd really like to go on a date with her." Sue realized Mikie didn't know about her and Linda with Bridget, or that Linda and Mike's mom actually had been lovers – Linda hadn't let on, but women know these things. Sue vowed Mikie never would. "If she were around now," Sue said, "I don't know what she'd look like. Would you still be in love with her if she were my age?" Sue was fudging. Vampires never age. If Bridget were alive, she'd be 21 until she was killed. Sue assumed Mikie didn't know about that side of Bridget's character – just as well, she thought. Bridget had been all woman. "I really think so," Mikie said. "There's just something about her. I like Rachel and I like some other girls a lot, but I want to know Bridget. Mom had her totally figured out, and I trust what Mom says about her. If she was around now, she'd be the one." Sue asked: "How come Rachel looks away when you look at her?" Mikie again had a question he didn't want to answer. "Maybe I said some things about her. Not the real bad things, but stuff about her boobs and how I'd like to feel them, and cup her ass, and kiss her." "Directly to her, or did it just get around?" "No, never to her face. Guys and girls never say that straight out. I did wonder if she was a really good lay, and I said some things like I would hump her if I got the chance." Sue swung her head back and forth. "If she doesn't think you're a total asshole and maybe stalking her, she's a better young lady than most. I wonder if it's gone too far and she'll be scared of you all her life." This took Mikie like a slap in the face. "Holy shit. Am I right about girls being real sensitive?" Sue shook her head again. "Just think of what you'd feel. If I talked about your ass and your dick and other stuff, you'd climb clear to the top of this tree and promise to starve to death." Mikie was silent for a long time. "She really is pretty nice." "Tell you what," Sue said. "You help me find out who's pushing porno at the school, and I talk to Rachel myself. I'll help her however I can, and I'll try to convince her you really like her and want to be friends with her." Mikie thought. "Okay. I can't tell you his name, but he's got an orange-and- silver backpack and he does his dealing from it after school in the alley between Jackson and Van Buren streets. Pictures and DVD movies." "Fair enough," Sue said. She thought for a while. "You like Rachel, but you don't want to sleep with her. Is there any girl you're really hot for? Some girl you look at and just have to spank your monkey?" Mikie's lips twitched. "Nobody in particular." Sue smiled. "Unfair question. Your hormones are raging. Someday you'll slow down and not feel horny all the time, but you don't know when. It happened to me a couple years back, but women are different, they don't get full hormones until they're 35 or so. But there really isn't anyone you just gotta have?" Mikie smiled. "Not 'just gotta.' Would like to, but don't have to." Sue looked at Mikie with great seriousness. "I can't hold you to this. Nobody can. But would you promise that you won't have sex with a girl – and that means anything, jacking off, sucking off, fucking one way or the other – unless you and she know you're in love? No doubts? And if you break up after you do it, you won't have it in for her? Michael in the story practically ruined his own life by jealousy of Kath. If they were married now, they'd probably be divorced or deeply unhappy." Mikie thought it over. "For you –" he corrected himself – "For me, I'll try to do it. Maybe you don't know how naked I felt just there in the bathroom, imagining some girl there with me." "Maybe I do," Sue corrected. "It's scary as hell. Even today, even with Linda, I get the shivers sometimes. She's still so beautiful, she knows what it was like to have children, to have a boyfriend, to have a husband, to have a girlfriend, and yet she bares herself for me and I do it for her. Whenever it doesn't feel just right, we don't do it. If you'll feel the same way..." "Okay," Mikie said. Sue stood up, and then stopped. "How come that door was broken anyway? Your dad's a great handyman. Unless he wanted to talk to your mom while one was in there and the other was in the bedroom..." "I don't think so. Damn if I'm gonna ask." Sue had a thought. "That's a relatively new bathroom, isn't it? Didn't they take something out of Bobby and Danny's room to make it?" "Son of a -!!!!" Mikie choked off the references to his brothers being sons of a bitch, since after all their mom was his mom. But he had a real good idea that one or the other had planned a crude practical joke for later that evening. "We'll find out," Sue promised. Her eyes glinted. Two hours later, after Bobby and Danny had been assigned many extra household chores for rigging the lock on the bathroom so they could "accidentally" walk in on their mom on the throne, Sue left the house with Linda. Linda naturally asked what Sue had been up to. "I could tell you for myself, but the rest is strictly in confidence. Let's just say I talked to somebody," Sue replied. "Well, I talked to some people too," Linda said. "Mike and Pat were surprisingly agreeable to us going over and watching them make love, and them watching us make love. As long as nobody touches anybody else." "I wouldn't expect any more," Sue said warmly. "We don't have to do it anytime soon, just whenever it feels right. I thought it was important, but I know better now. "Those days when you were with Mike and Pat, they were good days for you and I'm so glad for you. But you and I have each other. And when we get home, I want to tell you and show you how much I love you." "Is that part of what's in confidence?" Linda asked. "You guessed it," Sue said. She was blushing. (The End)
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_Part II to the "The Chance Meeting" written earlier. Part III coming soon._ ***** .... It was a typical day at work. He needed to get out of the office for lunch for a change of scenery. He spent the next hour debating in the depths of his own mind if he should stay or go. "What the heck," he thought. "I have been working so hard on this project. And after Bob dropped the ball and got my nuts in a vise with the big boss I need to just take a long lunch and re-group." He called his wife but she declined and was complaining about the extraordinary workload in front of her all the while he was trying to figure out how to get off the phone so he could just get some lunch. As he was hanging up the phone, he knew that he was left to simply venture out on his own. "Harry's" he thought to himself. "I haven't been there in a long time. They use to have a great soup and salad combo for lunch that was always savory and plentiful." The restaurant was just as he remembered. There was a fireplace in the center of the dining room with tables scattered around the large stone surround from floor to ceiling. He was seated one table removed from the fireplace. It was not a particularly busy time of the day and there were several unoccupied tables. He was thoroughly engaged in reading the menu when he found himself distracted by a familiar scent that was not the food cooking in the kitchen. Peering over the top of his menu he was caught off guard by the two women being seated at the table between his and the fireplace. They were equally attractive but one of them had a certain air about her with that sense of "no strings attached" attitude that was very inviting. The other appeared to be hard and less polished in her demeanor. He quickly looked back down at his menu so he would not be caught starring trying to figure out if he knew her. There was something memorable about her that he could not put his finger on... yet he knew he would have remembered this woman! The two women were laughing and giggling as they often do when having fun. "Was it the laugh? No wait, it was the smile!" As she was removing her coat, he noticed it was a deep dark red with designer buttons of gold with a fur- trimmed hood! Her shoulder length hair with big sassy soft curls was shining in the fire light. She had well groomed nails, rosy flushed cheeks from the crisp air outside and a sense of confidence about her that was evident by the way she carried herself. Moreover, that infectious continuous smile on her face was intoxicating. "Where did he know her from?" Racking his brain trying to remember. He was compelled to simple walk up and introduce himself but for some reason he was enjoying the view from where he was sitting. He ordered the soup of the day and a roast beef sandwich with a side of raw horseradish. They placed their ordered and he overheard Little Red asking for lemons on the side. Moments later Little Red stood up and excused herself from the table. "Should I follow her and pretend I was headed to the men's room anyway? No, to conspicuous," thinking to himself shaking his head. She was a tall women appearing to have a flair for the practical, yet flirty, in her attire. She walked past his table and flashed him a stunning smile that could melt the wax on an unlit candle. He wanted a closer look but how was he going to be able to accomplish this unseemly simple task. It felt like she was gone for an eternity. In passing, from behind, she gently brushed up against his left shoulder and politely said, "Pardon me! I must not have been watching where I was going." "That's quite alright," he stuttered yet thinking to himself, "that was on purpose!" "You she-devil you!" Ginger mumbled under her breath to keep him from overhearing her. "What?" Sarah exclaimed.... "It was an accident. I wasn't watching where I was walking." "And pigs fly!" Ginger laughs aloud and does not care if he overhears. "Isn't he just dreamy? I wish he would come over and introduce himself. But then again men are not like that anymore. It is a sad state of affairs they no longer have the guts to approach two attractive women," Sarah says while still trying to figure out what she was having for lunch. "We should go out on Friday. We always do lunch and have not been out on the town. How about Sub-Zero for martini's and hors-devours? Friday night?" Ginger begs. "No, I promised to go to the movies with Frank. If I cancelled it would not be good," Sarah said with dismay. "Oh come on, Sarah! Frank is a douche-bag. He only takes you out to get into your pants and the worst part about it is you allow it to happen. Come on.... It will be fun. Let's get a group of us to go." "Ok, I will call Frank when I get back to the office and let him know I will take a rain-check. It has been awhile since we have been out. Let's do it!" As Sarah is excited about the mere idea of a girls-night-out. The server comes over and they each place their order. Sarah orders the soup and salad while Ginger decides on the ham and cheese Panini. The lunch hour was slipping away. Their food had arrived and they sat at their respective tables eating and enjoying the warmth from the fire. Sarah requested a 'To Go Box' and seemed to be in a hurry to leave as the two women were arguing who was going to pay the tab. He overheard her say, "Whoever gets there credit card out first pays." "Women! Such strange creatures, yet no matter what, still very irresistible" while also thinking, "What a silly way to handle the check." The server was finalizing his bill just as the two women were leaving. He was feeling almost worse than he was earlier that he did not make his move when they were sitting across from him.... But wait! There was her scarf on the floor, leading a trail to her as she leaves the restaurant. Quickly he reaches over, picks it up, and rushes out the door to catch her. He was within a few steps of her. With her head down looking for her keys inside her bag, he did not want to startle her so he remained silent. Just then, she reached around her neck and realized she did not have her scarf. Turning on a dime they collided. All of a sudden, she was in his arms! Her beautiful blue eyes looked right into his hazel green eyes as she politely apologized again for bumping into him. Even for that, very brief moment in time he could feel her curves as his memory recalled her sitting there next to the fire. "My lady, I believe this lovely scarf belongs to you," he said as he gentle put it around the back of her neck. She blushed and said, "Why thank you very much. This is one of my favorite scarves." She turned and continued walking toward her car while he stood there enjoying the silent snapshot of her captured in his memory for time. As she drove off, he realized where it was he knew her! It was that night where too much wine was involved at that wonderful resort. He would cherish that night for a long time. "I wonder if she recognized me. Did she know it was him and would he ever see her again?" Just as he was walking back in to grab his coat that he hastily left behind trying to catch up with her, she drove up behind him, rolled down her window and asked "Michael?"... "Sarah?"
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It was supposed to be the ultimate holiday cruise; Manny had decided to retire at 57, sold his thriving jewellery business and then told his wife that they were going on the holiday of a lifetime. Maggie was most definitely not pleased. She thought that he would have learned a long time ago that he didn't make the decisions on his own. In fact, although he probably didn't realise it, he didn't make any decisions at all. When she had wanted a sports car instead of the sensible family hatchback, she cleverly manoeuvred him in to thinking that it was his idea. ***** "I don't know Manny," she had said. "That car seems to be getting old now. And it seems so big! I mean, I don't have to do the shopping anymore because we get it delivered and there's only ever the two of us in it. And if we need to shift anything bigger, then your Mercedes Estate does the job. It just seems such a waste having such a big car now." "Well, I suppose it's about time we changed the car. But you want something smaller?" "Yes, but not too small. After all, we have to think about the neighbours!" Ah yes, the neighbours. Manny was always keen to impress them and show just how well he was doing. Of course, the Bentley Continental was his status symbol, but the Merc was his day to day vehicle. The extensions to the house and the covered swimming pool were the other obvious signs of his wealth. "Small but not too small and something to make the Jones's sit up and take notice. How about a sports car?" he asked. "Well, if you think so, but can't they be a bit unreliable?" "Mercedes, that's the answer. German technology will never let you down." "What? Like an SLK you mean?" "Um, yes, probably." He didn't really know much about cars. "I've heard that the SLK 55 Roadster is a nice car." "I bet that won't be cheap." Maggie already knew that the car's list price was upwards of £50000 and was a lovely machine, both inside and out. And it was exciting to drive - unknown to Manny she had been to the local dealer a week before and persuaded them to let her have a test drive. "Yes, but think about the Jones's", she said with an arched eyebrow. Two weeks later, Many blanched when the salesman told him the OTR price, but Maggie quickly put her arms around him, gave him a hug and kiss and told him he was the most wonderful husband in the world and that she was so lucky to have him and that she would have to find a way to make it up to him. "And look," she said. "It's got my initials on it; A-M-G! Manny couldn't ignore the possibility that her comment and they way that she had pressed her groin against his might mean that she would be willing to allow him to have sex that night. Not something that was the norm by any means. In fact, he couldn't quite recall the last time. Maybe it was on his birthday? Maggie did indeed relent that evening. She insisted that they both shower first (separately) and then quickly slipped some KY jelly into her vagina before putting on her nightdress. Manny was already in the bed and she could see he was ready by the way he was tenting the bedclothes - and that was with his pyjamas on! She climbed into the bed and pulled her nightdress up above her knees. Manny's dick was poking out through the gap in his pyjama bottoms. It looked angrily large to her and the head nodded as the blood surged into it. But then, she hadn't ever experienced another man, so she had nothing to compare it with (in fact it was smaller than average). "Would you... would you rub it for me Maggie?" he asked. She let out a sigh, "Oh, alright then." She wrapped her fingers around the shaft and then began a slow up and down movement. It was something she learned when she and Manny were engaged. A way of keeping him interested, but not letting him go too far. She would let him fumble her breasts through her clothing, but that was all. Any movement towards the skirt region was likely to get him a knee in a very sensitive area. It didn't take very long; Manny groaned and then pushed her hand away and then pulled her nightie up to her waist, exposing Maggie's close-trimmed pubic bush. She opened her legs ready for him and felt the soft material of his pyjamas rubbing up the inside of her thighs. She could feel the heat from his legs against her own and then the head of his penis nudged against her vagina. He pushed once, twice, then at the third thrust Maggie lifted her hips slightly and he entered her. It took four more thrusts before he was fully embedded, but then he withdrew almost fully before plunging in once more. The noises he made told Maggie that he was nearly there (thank goodness!) and then she felt the warm wetness spurting inside. Manny pulled out, leaving a dribble of come as he withdrew. He tucked his dick back inside his pyjamas, muttered "Thank you" and the rolled onto his side. Within minutes he was asleep. Maggie grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on her bedside cabinet and mopped up the mess between her legs, glad that that chore was done. ***** Manny was quite excited as he explained the holiday to Maggie. "First of all, we fly out to Singapore, have a few days stopover and then continue on to Sydney. We spend a few days there before boarding the boat. Then we set off on a four week cruise taking in the Pacific islands. Of course, we didn't want to go on one of those big cruise ships, so we're booked on a smaller, more exclusive ship." "But, where did this idea come from? You've never mentioned doing something like this before." "Benny came up with the idea. I told him that I wanted to do something special to celebrate retiring and he came up with the entire itinerary." "Benny? Benny the Box?" (So called because as everybody knew that he kept a large stash of cash in a strong box bolted to his basement floor). "Yes. Well he has that little travel agents in the High Street, so it seemed a good idea to talk to him." "I bet its costing a fortune!" "Not as much as your car cost me," he mumbled. Maggie figured she would have to resign herself to going on this trip. She really couldn't find any reason that she could use to dissuade him. Still, it might be a bit of an adventure. Her only concern was that on the few luxury holidays that they'd been on previously Manny had been very demanding in the bedroom, wanting sex every night - well for the first week, anyway. After that he ran out of steam. ***** Of course, one of the great advantages of Manny's suggested adventure was that Maggie was able to point out that she would need an appropriate wardrobe for the trip. So, she had an almost carte blanche shopping spree, allowing her to buy anything she fancied - including new suitcases to carry it all in. For a woman of her age (52) Maggie was in pretty good shape. She watched her diet and she made regular use of the gym membership that Manny took out for them both (not that he used it for anything other than the bar). Her tawny brown hair had developed grey streaks, so she regularly treated it to retain the colour of her younger years. Unlike a lot of women of her age, she avoided wearing trousers. Her preference was for dresses and skirts, wearing expensive tights beneath to accentuate her well-toned legs. And, of course, she tended to wear high heels. The clothing she bought for the holiday tended to be lightweight materials in preparation for the hot weather that they expected; dresses and two piece suits, suitable for day and evening wear and one, single pair of knee length shorts. Sandals and open toed shoes were her preferred footwear. Her underwear was mostly white, always matching and, because she liked the feel of it, always lacy. She refused to wear a padded bra because, as she put it, "I don't really need any padding." At a 38C cup, this was self evident. She was, physically, an attractive woman and dressed in a manner to match, but if you asked men who knew her they would put you straight very quickly, "Oh, she's a good looking woman alright, but she's an award winning ball buster." The first piece of shopping that Maggie completed was swimwear. The boat they were going on had a small pool on board and whilst it was really too small to do anything but splash about in, there would also be the opportunity to swim off of the boat, including some scuba diving (although heaven only knew what that would do to her hair). Her inclination was to buy a swimsuit, but for some time she had been toying with the idea of a bikini. Not that she was worried about displaying her body, but she worried that it might give Manny the wrong idea. In the end she couldn't decide and went for both. The bikini was tie-sided and pretty brief, not something she would wear openly, but possibly beneath a thin dress in the sun. She wore the bikini to the tanning salon in the weeks leading up to the trip to ensure that she didn't look too pale. The swimsuit had a mesh panel at the front which plunged down to a point well below her navel, displaying her cleavage to the best effect. Her only concern was that the legs were high cut; it was only when she tried it on at home without underwear that she realised that some wisps of pubic hair were on show. So, her next visit to the tanning salon also gave her the opportunity to enquire about bikini waxing. The young assistant, who had taken an instant dislike to Maggie when she had first come into the shop, did her best to appear helpful. "Oh, yes, we do bikini waxing. In fact," she paused to look down at the computer screen. "We have a cancelled appointment immediately after your sun bed session. Would you like me to book that?" "Well, it would have been better before the sun bed, but I suppose it will have to do." "OK, well I've booked you in for that. Did you want the Brazilian or the Hollywood?" Maggie wasn't prepared to admit to her ignorance in front of a young woman. She had her legs waxed regularly and didn't realise there were different types for down there. But she preferred the sound of the Hollywood, so she asked for that. She was shocked and embarrassed later when she realised that she had to remove her underpants completely and lay naked from the waist down while a woman in surgical gloves began removing the hair completely. In preparation, the woman used and electric razor to trim the hairs, then she smeared the hot wax on in a streak, pressed a cloth strip down and then rapidly ripped it off. It was a little painful, but no worse than when she had her legs done. The heat in her face rose dramatically as she was asked to get onto all fours so that the woman could remove the hair from her bottom. She considered protesting, but again her pride prevented her from admitting that she hadn't been expecting it. She felt sore as she made her way home, but four hours later the sensation had gone and when she went to the bathroom at bedtime she stood and admired the look and feel of the salon expert's handiwork. Not that it was something she'd ever had the urge or need to do before, but she rubbed her fingers down to check the smoothness of her vagina lips. The delightful tingling sensation took her by surprise. She propped her foot up on the toilet seat cover and repeated the movement. She found the lips open and wet and there was definitely a sensitive spot there. She thought she had better stop at that point and went back into the bedroom. She'd left her nightie lying on the bed, intending to put it on when she returned, but she had been in there longer than she expected and in the meantime Manny had come into the room. When he saw her walking out of the en suite bathroom stark naked, Manny's jaw dropped open. He had very rarely seen her naked and only ever with the lights out. He might be sixty, but his cock sprang to life immediately. He had been in the process of donning his pyjama bottoms, but the sight made his hand let go and the cotton material slithered down his legs to pool at his ankles. "Manny!" Maggie shouted. "What are you doing here?" She automatically brought her hands up to cover her nudity. "I was coming to bed and, boy I'm glad I did!" "That's disgusting," she said nodding at Manny's dick which seemed to be aimed in her direction. Manny stepped out of his pyjamas and walked towards her. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "You shaved!" "What? No, er... I've been waxed." She inadvertently moved her hand to look and Manny moved closer and slipped his hand between her legs. "Manny, no! Stop it at once!" Manny had that look in his eyes. "Let me see how it feels," he said and began to rub. Maggie opened her mouth to protest, but Manny's fingers were taking her breath away. She tried to step away from him, but found herself up against the closed bathroom door. Manny pressed her against it, trying to kiss her and, as she tried to stop him he pushed his legs between hers. She could feel the head of his dick at the entrance to her vagina. Surely he wasn't going to try and do it like this? Oh, but he was. Almost in one push he managed to get deep into Maggie and began thrusting urgently. His hands grabbed at her breasts, rubbing her nipples and pulling at them. She had never known Manny to act like this, he was normally very timid with her, but this time he was demanding, powerful, dominating - and it excited her! Inevitably, Manny didn't last very long, but when he came he seemed to be ejaculating for far longer than normal. As he withdrew, for the first time in her life, Maggie wished that he could have gone on for longer. Manny kissed her and stepped away, looking slightly frightened as to how she would react. Maggie looked down and could see his semen dribbling down the inside of her thighs. "You'd better get me a couple of tissues before it drips on the carpet." Manny did as he was told, went to the bedside cabinet and grabbed a handful of tissues. He held them out to her, but she shook her head. "No, you made the mess, so you can clean it up." He wasn't sure he'd heard correctly, but when she opened her legs wider he understood that she meant it and he stepped forward and began gently mopping her pussy. "Make sure you've got it all," she said, ensuring that he carried on for a little longer. Finally, convinced that he had cleaned her properly, Manny walked across to the dressing table and dropped the soggy paper into the bin. Maggie was still trying to get her breathing under control and walked unsteadily to the bed, where she picked up her nightie and put it on over her head. She felt less vulnerable with her body covered, but she couldn't stop thinking about how her hands, his hands, his dick and the tissues had felt. Although he didn't know it, just then, if Manny had ordered her to take off her nightdress and lay on the bed with her legs apart, she would have done it instantly. ***** The first part of the journey was pretty uneventful; taxi to the airport, then check-in, a reasonably short wait in the VIP lounge and then first class boarding. Within minutes of sitting down, the aircraft was taxiing away from the Terminal. Just over thirteen hours later, they touched down in Singapore, where a chauffeur met them and transported their luggage. As he was loading the cases into the boot, one of them toppled over. "Be careful with that you idiot!" Maggie snapped. "It'll cost you a fortune to replace!" The driver kept his mouth shut tight, hoping that he wasn't on duty when they made the journey back to the airport. By the time they entered their suite and the porter had left, Maggie was feeling pretty exhausted; although it was the middle of the afternoon here, they'd travelled overnight and she didn't really get more than a few catnaps on the flight. She'd just retrieved her toiletry bag and placed it in the bathroom, then laid out her nightgown on the bed, when Manny came up from behind and put his arms around her. His hands went straight to her breasts and he kneaded them roughly, while he pushed his bulging groin into her bottom. "Manny! Not now, for goodness sake! I'm exhausted and I need to have a lie down." "That's OK," he said throatily. "You need to undress to have a lie down. I'll help you and then we can lie down together." He stepped back and unfastened her cotton dress and pushed it off of her shoulders, before replacing his hands on her lace covered tits. He found the nipples and pinched and stroked them. "Manny, what's gotten into you? Leave me alone you animal." She elbowed him to emphasise the message, but he just held her tight and then tried to push his hand down inside her panties. Her knees buckled and she tried to twist away, but fell on her back, with Manny kneeling astride her. She struck out with all her strength and slapped his face. The blow stunned Manny. He backed off immediately, clutching at the redness on the side of his face. "Don't you dare come near me again," she hissed. Manny looked crestfallen. "Maggie, I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Please, you have to forgive me. It must have been jetlag or something." "Just get out. Leave me alone to rest." She pointed at the door. Manny grabbed his jacket and walked out of the room. After he had left, Maggie put on her nightie and climbed into bed. She was angry with Manny and struggled to sleep, even though she was shattered. Her thoughts kept returning to that evening last week when something happened to her and she wanted sex, more sex than Manny could provide. It frightened her and that was why she over-reacted to his advances. Manny came quietly back into the room an hour later. He undressed and climbed into bed next to her - but made sure to keep his distance. It was 8pm before they both awoke feeling hungry. They'd actually skipped a meal, but if they now had dinner, their bodies could re-adjust to the time difference. Very few words were spoken as they dressed and made their way down to the restaurant. As usual, Maggie was rude to the waiter and sent back her steak because it wasn't done to her liking. She moaned continuously about the food, the decor and the staff. Frankly, Manny was glad to get out of there and avoid any further embarrassment. The next few days passed very slowly. Maggie was still very abrupt with Manny and made it clear that she blamed him for forcing her to go on this holiday. The onward flight couldn't come soon enough - for either of them. ***** Sydney was everything that Manny had expected. Maggie seemed to have calmed down a lot since leaving Singapore and even began to talk in a friendly manner. He still didn't dare approach the subject of sex, but he hoped that she might be more amenable once they were aboard the boat. The Motor Yacht; it was smaller than Maggie had imagined (only 60m long). Not that it wasn't both luxurious and spacious aboard; it just wasn't exactly a cruise liner. There were six couples and a crew and staff of twice that number. Meals could be served in their cabin, or they could sit on the lounge deck and mix with others. There were two professional entertainers, but a number of the staff also doubled up, displaying talents such as singing, piano playing and one of them was even a magician. When they arrived at the MV Calisto, they were immediately greeted by the female Chief Steward who introduced herself as Sandra. She told them that their luggage would be taken to their room for them and welcomed them into the lounge deck, where they were served Bucks Fizz and introduced to their personal steward called Kalti. Maggie treated him with her usual distain, not showing any sign that she had even acknowledged his existence. However, when he wasn't looking she made a closer study of him. Clearly, he was of Aboriginal descent, not particularly tall, but powerfully built. She wasn't sure that she would call him handsome exactly, but there was something about him that nagged at her. When they were ready, Kal escorted the couple to their cabin, which made them gasp; it was as luxurious as Benny had promised. The windows were tinted but allowed a clear view across the ocean. It had three rooms; the bedroom, the bathroom and the lounge/diner. The cases had been neatly piled in the bedroom. The steward asked if they would like him to unpack for them. Manny was about to say "Yes" but Maggie answered for them. "No thank you, we can manage for ourselves," she replied curtly. After Kal had left them alone, Manny asked why she had turned down his offer. "Do you really think I want him to see and handle my personal things, like my underwear? How could I wear anything knowing that he had seen and handled them? He could be looking at me every day wondering what I had on underneath my dress!" She turned away to hide the flush that was rising through her face but not, she realised, from embarrassment, but the idea of this dark young man viewing her as a sexual object. ***** The yacht cruised up the Eastern coast of Australia, up past Newcastle and on towards the Gold Coast, calling in at Brisbane. By now, all of the staff and crew were aware of Maggie's incessant complaining. They stopped going to the lounge deck for meals, because fewer and fewer people went there to eat. So they stayed in their cabin for meals, unaware that the other people were gradually moving back to the lounge. Kalti carried the tray with their evening meal starter along the corridor and met Frank, one of the other stewards coming the opposite way. "Off to serve the Ice Queen, Kal? Rather you than me!" He merely shrugged and continued on to the cabin, knocking briefly, before opening the door and entering. Maggie was busy nagging Manny and didn't hear the knock. It had been a hot day and she had just had a shower. She had changed into fresh underwear and walked back into the main part of the cabin when she saw that her husband had inadvertently sat on her dress that she had left laid out on the bed. When the door opened and Kal walked in Maggie yelped and turned her back to him. She looked back over her shoulder and exploded. "Well don't just stand there gawping, you pervert! Bloody well turn around so I can get dressed!" Kal spun around so rapidly he almost lost his grip on the tray. Maggie stepped into her button up dress and quickly fastened it. She turned back around while still securing the belt. "Don't you ever knock? I could have been stark naked - I almost was!" Kal controlled his temper and put on his most contrite face before replying. "I'm most terribly sorry ma'am. I did knock, but clearly it wasn't loud enough. I should have waited until you asked me to come in." "Yes you should," her temper cooled a little. "But rest assured I will be having words with the Captain." "Of course ma'am. I understand." Manny kept his head down. "Well, come on then! Get the food served before it gets cold." By the time they had finished the soup, Kalti had returned with the fish course. This time he knocked very loudly... and waited. An imperious "Come!" was the response. They drank a full bottle of wine with the meal and it helped to mellow Maggie. They agreed that it would be a good idea to have an early night, but as Maggie was preparing for bed she couldn't stop thinking about Kal seeing her in her underwear. Recalling her previous conversation with Manny, the steward had no need to imagine what she looked like beneath her dress. Peeling her panties down Maggie was shocked to see the heavy damp patch in the crotch. Moreover, when she removed her bra her nipples appeared larger and angrier than she had ever seen before and their sensitivity was acute - when she dropped her nightgown over her head the material stroked down across them, almost making her moan. She walked back into the cabin and moved over to the bed. Manny was already tucked in, reading a book. On the spur of the moment and before she could think twice about it, she pulled her nightgown back over her head "It's far too hot for this tonight," she said and, naked, she slid into bed. Manny's mouth had dropped open. Not only was Maggie naked in bed beside him, but she hadn't even pulled the sheets up to cover her breasts. She looked across at him. "Well what are you gawping at Manny?" She looked down at her nudity, her head buzzing with the wine - or was it something else? Again, before she allowed herself the chance to think she took another brazen step. "Don't you think you should take your pyjamas off?" "Well, I um... if you think... I mean," his voice trailed off and he threw off the sheets. Maggie was pleased to see that something was happening in his trousers. He fumbled with the buttons of his jacket and the longer he took, the stiffer his penis became. When he dropped them to the floor he was fully erect. "Oh Manny! Not again! Well come along and get it over and done with then." He got back into bed and tentatively moved his hand to her breasts. He was fascinated by her nipples and began to poke and stroke them. Maggie didn't stop him; in fact she was enjoying his touch. She wanted him to go on for longer, but he was clearly ready and put his hand on her knee to draw her legs apart. She parted them and, as he moved between, spread them further, further than she had ever done before. Manny thrust and went straight in. He pushed up on his arms and looked down at her. "You're... so wet tonight!" She tried an excuse, "Well maybe I've been sweating a lot." He didn't respond, but started stroking in and out. For once, because his arousal had been sudden, his orgasm took longer to achieve, yet still it was over all too quickly - even though Maggie had been enjoying it more than she had ever enjoyed sex in her life. She was just beginning to experience some very peculiar sensations down there and afterwards wondered if it was the climax that she had sometimes read about in magazines and other women gushed about disgustingly. ***** The next morning the boat headed out into the Coral Sea alongside the Great Barrier Reef, the plan being to cruise around the various Pacific Islands. The weather was glorious - again - and the passengers marvelled at the shoals of flying fish that flittered past. The yacht stopped to enable those who wished to dive on the colourful reefs. Maggie donned her one piece swimsuit, intending to take advantage of the experience. Manny said that he would stay on the boat. Those that wanted to dive were taken a short distance away from the vessel in a powered inflatable. As the reef was so near the surface here, the idea was to use goggles and snorkel and to lazily kick the flippers and glide over the underwater scene. Later on during the trip, after some suitable training, passengers would be allowed to use breathing gear and actually go below the surface. Manny had taken an expensive pair of binoculars on the trip with him and used them to watch the group as they swam backwards and forwards across the submerged reef. He could see a couple of other women in the water, but his attention was on Maggie. He had already noted her beautifully hardened nipples poking through the thin material of her costume as her body anticipated slipping into the water. She had decided to let the water do its worst to her hair and had quickly ducked her head beneath the surface to wet it and then pushed it back, flattened, onto her head before donning the goggles again. It looked incredibly sexy. As he watched, Manny realised that he was becoming aroused and leaned closer in to the enclosed part of the railing on the side of the boat to hide the fact. It was when Maggie turned away from him that he got an even better view; the high leg cut of the costume and the thin material clinging to her skin meant that very little was left to the imagination. Her arse looked magnificent. He daydreamed about hovering above her as she swam, pulling the sides of her costume between her cheeks and then massaging the firm flesh. Manny dropped the glasses from his eyes and looked around quickly, glad that nobody else was nearby, aware that he daren't move from where he stood, yet desperate to grab his penis and begin rubbing. Eventually, Maggie and the other divers returned to the boat. Manny saw an opportunity when the deck was empty and everyone was looking the wrong way, to make the ten steps back to their cabin. He stood waiting until Maggie came back into the room. "Oh Manny!" she cried. "You should have come with me! The colours were fabulous! And the fish - there were millions of them. All the colours you can imagine." That was when she noticed Manny staring at her and realised that he was pushing his shorts down to reveal his rock solid erection. His voice seemed almost strangled when he spoke. "You'll need to wash off the salt water properly, so we'd better get you into the shower. Come on." He took her hand and pulled her to the bathroom. The shower was not as large as at home, but just big enough for both of them to stand in. Manny pushed her in, pulled off his t-shirt and stepped in beside Maggie, naked. Maggie was completely taken aback and didn't know how to respond, but Manny was taking control, so she just went along with what he wanted. The spray came on and she turned her face towards it and raised her hands to push the water back through her hair. Manny's hands went straight to her breasts and began kneading them. His thumbs found the nipples and rubbed across them urgently. He then moved his hands across the rest of her costume, ostensibly washing the salt out of the material. When he reached her crotch she parted her legs for him and didn't complain when he spent even longer there, bringing her arousal to a level almost equal to Manny's own. "You know Maggie; you looked incredibly sexy out there. Your body is fantastic," he told her. "Turn around so we can wash out the back now." Manny dropped to his knees, legs either side of Maggie's and began to rub the material covering her arse cheeks. His mind went back to his earlier fantasy and his fingers slipped beneath the material and pulled it into the cleft. Maggie gasped in surprise and as his hands pushed the flesh apart, feeling a new and exciting sensation between her legs. And then Manny kissed her on the bottom! Twice! By now, Maggie's knees were trembling and her hands were against the sides of the cubicle to help support and keep her upright. Manny took hold of her hips and pushed with one, while pulling with the other to rotate her to face him again. This time he kissed her pussy through the material and she began to imagine what it would be like without it. Manny struggled to stand up in the confined space, but soon found himself pressed against Maggie and kissing her passionately. He broke away to speak. "We need to get you out of the costume now and soap you down. We must make sure that we get rid of all that salt." With that, he slipped the straps from her shoulders and peeled it down her body. As he moved lower, his face came level with Maggie's breasts and he paused to kiss, lick and nibble each of her nipples. He squatted to pull the costume down her legs and held it as she stepped out. Manny was left facing Maggie's vagina. He had never seen it this close. Her legs were slightly parted and he could see that the lips were puffy and swollen - and parted. Maggie looked down at her husband and unconsciously reached out for his head and pulled him towards her. Manny inadvertently kissed her clitoris. Sparks seemed to fly and made her dizzy. Manny's hands were all over her backside, kneading, caressing. "Manny," she hissed. "I don't think I can take much more." He misunderstood, thinking that he was being chided, so he struggled back to his feet. Looking into her face, he saw that she looked to be in a trance. He reached for the shower gel dispenser on the wall and squirted some into the palm of his hand. Manny reached up and began massaging the soap into her scalp and washing her hair. Her eyes were already closed as he moved down over her face, kissing her on the lips once the soap had been washed away. Manny turned her around, took more soap from the dispenser and washed her shoulders and back, and then worked downwards, lathering Maggie's buttocks and the backs of her legs. Then he started on the insides of her legs. She opened them as far as the cubicle would allow and thrilled at the sensations as he moved closers and closer to the apex. She was aching for him to touch her pussy again, but instead his hand slithered up between her checks and caressed along the cleft, tickling her anus. Her low moan sounded almost like a whimper. He turned her around again and began with her breasts. By now Maggie was breathing heavily and making unusual sounds of pleasure. As far as Manny was concerned, all pretence of simply washing Maggie had long since passed. This was now a sexual act and he was being allowed to do things he never dreamed he would be permitted to do. With his left hand still on her breast he kissed her once more and slipped his right hand down to her pussy, intending to guide his penis into her. But for Maggie it was too late. His fingers slid across her clitoris before plunging into the velvety wetness and it sent her over the edge - into the first climax she had ever experienced. Had Manny not had his mouth on hers, the scream would undoubtedly been heard outside of the cabin. Maggie had to cling hard to Manny's neck to prevent her from collapsing. Manny wanted to enter her, but realised the impossibility as he was now supporting almost all of her weight. He reached behind and turned off the shower and then half carried, half dragged her back into the bedroom, only just making it to the bed before letting go. All he wanted to do now was fuck. His cock felt like it was going to burst. But first, he wanted to push Maggie just a little further, hoping that she would be compliant. "Maggie," he whispered in her ear. "I want you to get up on all fours. I want to do it like that." She was still coming down from her amazing experience, but her libido remained high. "You want to fuck me like an animal, is that it, Manny? You want me on my hands and knees do you?" It sounded like she was going to tell him where to go, but instead she rolled onto her front, pushed up onto her arms and then dragged her knees up beneath her hips. She spread her legs and then looked back over her shoulder at Manny. With a husky voice she said, "Go on then Manny, fuck me anyway you want, but do it slowly. If you come too quick I'll rip your balls off." Maggie's vagina seemed to gape at him and he didn't need a second invitation. The slavering pussy swallowed his dick in one go and he could feel the walls of her vagina gripping as he tried to withdraw. He went slowly, just as he'd been told, but he still felt that he was getting close, so he stopped, fully embedded and reached around to play with her breasts. She seemed to appreciate this and didn't complain that he had stopped stroking in and out. After a few minutes of play he felt able to continue again. Stopping and starting like this Manny was able to keep going for twenty five minutes - a record for him (probably by twenty minutes). Suddenly, Maggie started panting. "Harder Manny, harder, fuck me faster!" she begged. Slap, slap, slap went Manny's thighs on Maggie's arse cheeks, ever more rapidly. Maggie's head dropped to the bed, muffling her screams as her second ever and even more powerful orgasm began to overwhelm her. She felt Manny unloading his pent up semen, which seemed to go on forever - almost as long as her climax. ***** By the time that they awoke from their exhausted sleep, it was time for the evening meal. They both dressed in silence, still stunned by the earlier events. At dinner they made polite conversation, but no more. Back at their cabin there was an awkward silence. He reclined on the bed, while she perched on a chair nearby. "Are you OK," asked Manny, tentatively. Maggie smiled with unfocussed eyes, "Yes, I'm OK Manny," she replied. "It's just that you're... not yourself." She looked at Manny, a wry grin on one side of her face, "Well, neither were you earlier." "You're not upset with me?" "Perhaps I should be. But no, I'm not; just don't think that you can treat me like that whenever you want." "But didn't you enjoy it? Didn't it give you pleasure?" "That's not the point. I lost control, maybe it's because of the unfamiliar surroundings that it happened, but I don't like being taken advantage of." "But I just responded to you, what you're body seemed to want. Perhaps you should listen to your body more." A confused look crossed her face. "But what's that supposed to mean?" "Well, just take a look at yourself now. You've never looked so sexy. Your nipples are poking out from that thin dress and your legs are parted enough to show me your panties." Maggie brought her knees together quickly. Manny was right; her mind had wandered during their conversation and she was recalling her feelings from earlier. Her pussy had started to tingle again and she had unconsciously eased her legs apart. Her hands went to her breasts, but now she could feel how hard they were and the warmth from her hands was creating a pleasant burning sensation at the very tip, which was beginning to spread. "Will you try something for me Maggie?" "Huh? What?" "I
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want you to relax. I want you to accept what you're feeling. Let your hands drop, sit in as comfortable a position as your body wants you to." She had no idea where Manny was getting this from. He'd never, ever spoken to her about sex or sexuality before. The aching in her breasts was becoming uncomfortable, so she dropped her arms to her sides. Her breathing had become heavy and the movement of her lungs made the dress material slide across her tits. She closed her eyes and tried to relax. It seemed entirely natural that her knees moved away from each other. Manny's view improved dramatically; Maggie's legs parted much wider than before and he could see right up to the crotch of her white panties. There appeared to be a thin shadow in the very centre and, as he watched, the stain spread wider. His heart was hammering a furious beat and his cock was so hard it was hurting. The erotic thoughts and ideas that were running through Manny's brain were threatening to overwhelm him, but he was still worried that he could trigger Maggie's infamous explosive anger. He decided to test the water. "Pull your skirt up Maggie." Still with her eyes closed, she reached for the hem and drew it up her legs, parting them even further. Manny couldn't believe his eyes - or his luck. He got up from the bed and shed his clothes in seconds. Taking two paces forward he stood in front of Maggie, between her parted knees. "Maggie," he croaked. Her eyes fluttered open and then wide as she saw the angry head of Manny's engorged, circumcised penis nodding at her as the blood pulsed through it, no more than a foot away from her face. Manny shuffled forward, making contact with Maggie's thighs and pushing them wider. She reached out and took hold of his cock to stop it coming any closer. The skin on the head became taught and shiny, almost as if it was glazed. The eye at the centre seemed huge this close. Maggie looked up at Manny's face; it was red and she could see perspiration beading on his forehead. His mouth was open and his breath was coming in gasps. For a moment she thought he was having a medical episode, but the continuing erection proved that to be false. "What...what, do you want Manny?" Manny took a couple of deep breaths before he could speak. "I want you to... rub it and, maybe... kiss it?" "You want me to..." Maggie's voice failed. Without realising it, her hand had begun to stroke up and down the shaft. Manny leaned a little further towards her. The red lips parted and her tongue darted out to moisten them - an unconscious, yet ultimately erotic act. Maggie had wanked Manny many times in the past, particularly before they were married, but occasionally during the years after - usually at awkward times (such as during her period). But it had always been when she sat or lay beside him and with it pointing away. Now it was only three inches away; the width of her hand. Once again she closed her eyes and leaned forward slightly. Her lips touch the soft, smooth skin and she kissed it and then leaned back. But the head remained connected to her lips as she moved; it was insistent and remained pressed against her mouth. Instinctively, she knew what Manny wanted; he desired her to act like a whore, to allow his cock into her mouth. The distaste she felt was almost overwhelming. Almost, but not quite; one of Manny's knees was pressing against her cotton covered vagina, moving against the hardened nub that had become exposed by her pussy being spread and as she moaned with the pleasure of it her mouth opened and the head slid in. Maggie froze, her hand clamped around Manny's dick, stopping any further progress. But, rather surprisingly, the taste was not as unpleasant as she had supposed it would be. It was as if the headiness of arousal had inebriated her and that her mind was unable to function normally. Manny attempted to nudge forward, but her hand prevented further penetration. Under normal circumstances, even the suggestion of such an act would have filled her with revulsion. But as much as her mind told her to pull away, she couldn't. Acceptance of that fact led her to explore with her tongue. "Ohhhhh!" moaned Manny. Maggie had just swirled her tongue around the head and then along the fraenulum beneath the helmet. She repeated the action. "Ohhhh, ahhhh!" was his reaction. She had always been curious about the penis, but had never dared to look too closely at Manny's and she wouldn't have dared to find out by other means. She brought her other hand up and cradled his testicles. She was fascinated that they seemed to move continuously and squeezed gently. The shaft stiffened and Manny groaned. The reaction of his cock was almost explosive; the first jet of come simply went straight down Maggie's throat. Choking, she pushed Manny away, but held onto his member as the second spurt erupted from the end and sprayed across her forehead. She turned her head away and felt come land on her ear. More splashes fell onto her dress. Finally, Manny stepped back away from Maggie, panting. She turned back to face him and stood up, the anger so fierce that she couldn't speak. It wasn't that he had come in her mouth, or over her face, but that he had spoilt her silk dress. Her voice, when it returned, came out in a fearsome hiss. "Get this muck off me at once! Take off my dress and sponge it down before it stains!" She stood and glared at him. Manny, penis limp but still dribbling, realised she was waiting, so he reached out and unbuttoned the dress. Maggie shrugged it from her shoulders and it fell to the floor. She stepped out of the garment and continued to glower at him. He rushed into the bathroom with it. "And when you've done that, take a towel and lay the dress on it over a chair. God help you if it doesn't work." Manny did precisely as he was told and then returned back to face her. "I don't think you've finished yet," she said, pointing to her face. He rushed back into the bathroom, grabbed a hand towel, dampened it and then returned to wipe her face. "Now you've got water on my bra. Take it off." Manny stepped around behind Maggie and fumbled with the hooks. Unfastened, he removed the garment. Maggie hadn't moved, so he returned to stand in front of her, unable to ignore the erect nipples. "They're a set, so you had better take my panties off to go in the wash with them." Maggie sat back down in the chair and moved her legs back to the position they had been in before. "Now get your head down here and kiss me. It's my turn now." Manny knelt down between her spread legs and placed his hands on her inner thighs. He then bent his head to kiss her pussy. He gently pecked it aware that his nostrils were registering the scent of her arousal. He kissed again, slightly harder. The third time he felt the moisture on his lips and licked them, then he licked Maggie's vagina lips. She tensed, but didn't say anything, so he continued with his exploration. She pulled his head in tight, not allowing him to move away, almost smothering him. Maggie's hips were writhing. It was an involuntary movement, as it was when her hands flew onto her breasts and roughly squeezed them and pulled at the nipples. When Manny experimentally slipped two fingers into her vagina, her back straightened, lifting her bottom off of the chair. A shuddering encompassed her whole body as her most powerful orgasm yet exploded. ***** The next morning broke with an overcast sky. Maggie had hardly slept; she lay awake thinking about the sudden and dramatic change in hers and Manny's sex life. Manny... something wasn't right. He was in bed beside her, but something wasn't right. She turned to look at him, his face untroubled, at peace. A cold fear gripped her. "Manny, Manny wake up!" she told him. But she instinctively knew that it wasn't going to happen. It was his heart. It simply stopped working. ***** "Mrs Goldstein, first of all I would like to express my condolences at this difficult time," said Captain Jackson. "I need to explain what happens now; we will head towards the nearest port with adequate facilities, where we should be able to arrange for you and... your husband to be flown home. He will be placed in a cool storage area for now. Of course, you can visit whenever you feel the need." Just then, one of the crew approached the Captain and whispered quietly to him. He nodded and thanked the man. "It seems that our radio equipment has suffered a malfunction, which means that we won't be able to radio ahead just yet. Um, the satellite equipment that we have should have helped, but it seems that too is out of action. But not to worry, we have our engineer working on it. We should be back in port within three days." Less than two hours later, the sky darkened; the wind picked up and the waves grew ever larger. The boat was hit by a tropical storm that continually pounded against the hull. The Captain ordered the helmsman to steer into the waves and maintain a steady pace. This alleviated the side to side motion, but fore to stern the rocking was dramatic. The bows rose, fell and then dived through the next wave, staggering with the force thrown against her. Maggie knew very little about this part of the trip; the ship's doctor had sedated her and she slept soundly, unaware of the drama unfolding around her. Meanwhile, the craft was being forced further and further off course. For thirty six hours, they were heading South East instead of West. The engineer had been unable to effect repairs on the communication equipment, partly due to the complexity of the problem and partly due to the more immediate demands on his skills. Then, the storm began to ease. The Captain started to think that things were looking up - until the engines failed. Almost all of the passengers and crew were sick. Even with a sea anchor pointing the bows into the wind it was rough. But finally, after many hours work and no sleep, the engineer brought the engines back to life. By now, they were two hundred miles away from their original planned route and a hundred miles from the course they had plotted to the nearest port. Nobody at this point knew where they were, but they could now head back to the West and, with the storm easing again they could increase speed and arrive more quickly. Nobody knew what the boat hit. It couldn't have been rock, as the ocean was thousands of feet deep here. Whatever it was, it gouged a hole in the hull that brought the life of this magnificent craft to an end. She sank rapidly. Some of the passengers managed to get off, along with a handful of crew. The last act of the Captain having ordered "Abandon Ship" was to instruct one of the crew - Kal - to make sure that Mrs Goldstein was helped from her cabin. Maggie was still out cold, even though water was already washing across the floor of her cabin. Kalti picked her up and carried her over his shoulder, making his way back out on deck. Nobody else was in sight. He reached into the cabinet by the door and pulled a large bag from inside. The simple action of throwing it over the railing into the sea stretched the secured line attached to the box and triggered the inflation of the lifeboat. The wind pushed it back against the boat and once inflated he hurdled the railing, straight into the life raft entrance. Maggie tumbled into a heap, partially roused by the violent landing she began to speak. "What..What's happening?" her voice slurred. But Kalti was too busy to answer. He unfastened the line securing them to the boat and as the wind and waves battered against the raft it slid down the side and away. He quickly fastened the entrances at both ends and then collapsed down next to Maggie. The next two hours were a kind of nightmare; tossed from one side to the other, nearly capsizing three times. To save them from hurting each other Kal wrapped his arms around Maggie and held her tight. Barely awake, she was however aware of his hard body rolling against, over and under her own. Their legs were intertwined, groins pressed against thighs. Even at a time of such peril, her body responded and with such pressure on her pussy and clitoris, although she didn't have an orgasm, she came very close. Meanwhile, Kalti was more concerned for their safety and survival, knowing that they could be overturned at any moment, the raft ripped apart by wreckage and that they could be thrown into the sea to perish. Eventually, the storm abated and, as the seas calmed, they both fell into an exhausted sleep. ***** "Get off of me you animal!" Kalti awoke to find he was being assaulted by Maggie, who was desperately trying to push him away. "Get your filthy hands away from me. What do you think you're doing?" He didn't reply, but rolled away and unfastened the door to look out. The conditions had completely changed; the sea was flat and calm, there was no wind and the sky was a deep blue with very few clouds in sight. "Where are we?" Maggie demanded. "I haven't got a clue." "Why not? Where's the boat?" "Well, I guess we have to wait to be found and picked up. The boat sank." Until now Maggie hadn't really understood the significance of why they were in a life raft. She moved to the door way to look out. There was nothing to see. She stood, somewhat unsteadily, raising her head and shoulders above the roof and looked in all directions. There was still nothing to see. "But... but somebody will be looking for us, right?" the panic was rising in her voice. "Well, yes... but they won't know exactly where we are." She just stared open mouthed, so he continued, "All the radio equipment failed. They were supposed to have backups, but something went wrong. Before we could let anybody know, we had changed course to head to port with you and... Your husband." "The storm then blew us way, way off course. As I understand it, we were at least 150 miles away from where we should have been." "Well, how long will it take them to find us?" "I honestly don't know, but it could be days." "Days? But how can we survive for days in this raft. We've got no food and water!" Kal reached across to a pouch at the side of the inflatable and pulled out a fairly hefty package. He turned it over and read aloud. "The contents of this survival pack include; signal flare, flashlight with alkaline batteries, first aid kit, raft repair kit, utility knife, survival manual, sea dye marker, signal mirror, food rations, water rations, space blanket/radar reflector, sponge and signal whistle." He summed up, "So, I think we should be OK for a little while." "Yes, but how do we... well, wash?" "I'm afraid we don't, but I'm sure you realise that won't hurt for a few days." "That's not exactly what I meant. What about when I want to relieve myself?" "We could look it up in the survival book, but I'm guessing that you just sit on the edge of the raft and go over the side." "I can't do that! Not in front of you!" After thirty minutes more Maggie realised that she couldn't out any longer. She told Kalti to go to the other end of the raft and look the other way. It was one of the most ridiculously difficult tasks she had ever attempted. The premise was simple; pull the skirt up, pull the panties down, squat over the side and pee. But in practice it was more difficult and she almost fell overboard as she let go of her bladder. Quickly dressing, she looked across at where Kalti stood in the other entrance. His head and shoulders were out of sight, but to her dismay she could see that he was standing with his legs apart to maintain balance and aiming a thick stream of urine out into the sea. She turned around as her face flushed, caused by the sudden thought that came into her mind, "I wonder what it looks like when he's doing that?" For two days they drifted, continuously looking for ships or aircraft, but none was visible. Kal tried to engage Maggie in conversation, but she cut him short each time, making it clear that she didn't want to talk. Finally, towards the end of another day of mirror reflective sea and clear blue skies, she snapped. "For goodness sake, shouldn't you be rowing or something?" Kalti finally lost his patience as well and he said, "Woman, we have two paddles that are just about good enough to rotate the life raft - if needed. But as for propelling it anywhere, forget it. Besides, we have no map and no way of knowing where we are, or where we should be headed. We just have to wait and hope." "Some sailor you are!" she shouted. "I never claimed to be a sailor. I'm cabin crew, working to pay for my education. I want to become a doctor and go back to the islands I come from to help the people." Maggie was momentarily take aback by his words, but soon recovered her stride. "Well I'm sure you'll make a better doctor than you do a sailor." They both went back into silent mode, the only conversations being about conserving the water and food. Finally, just as their supplies were beginning to run low and the wind had returned, they awoke one morning to find that the raft was no longer moving. When they looked out of the door they realised that they had washed up on sandy shore. When they emerged, mostly all they could see to either left or right were trees and bushes. Further down to their right rocks stretched out into the ocean creating a natural breakwater. To the left more rocks climbed from the beach upwards towards what looked to be a high point. Maggie said, "Now what?" "First we need to pull the raft up the beach and secure it. It's the only shelter we have at the moment. Then I suggest that I try to climb that hill over there and see if I can find out where we are." "And what am I supposed to do while you're gone? "I suggest that you stay here. Don't go into the trees, but you can walk along the beach and see if you can find anything useful. Wood for a fire, sharp shells, anything." Kalti set off and Maggie watched as he scrambled up onto the rocks and began to climb higher. Eventually she lost sight of him and decided to wander along the beach in the opposite direction. Two hours later Kal returned. Walking along the beach he could see Maggie sitting on the edge of the raft, eating a bar from their meagre supplies. Next to her was a two foot high pile of driftwood. "Well, that pile will do to start the fire, but we'll need a lot more to keep it going." "You mean I've got to get more?" she asked, incredulously. "Why? Didn't you find out where we were? Aren't we going to be found now?" "The bad news is; we've washed up on an island and there's nothing to see all the way to the horizon. No more islands, no boats. The good news is; from the top I could see that the island has fresh water. I could see a stream running down the rocks. I think there may also be food. Certainly coconuts, but other fruit as well. Then there's fish and shellfish from the sea. We can eat birds as well, so we shouldn't go hungry." "But.. You mean we aren't going to be rescued?" "Not yet. Our task now is to survive until somebody finds us." "How long will that take?" "I've no idea, but we should work on the assumption that it will be some time. Our first priorities are water, food and a more permanent shelter. We'll also need to create some kind of signal. Stones on the beach, a signal fire, that sort of thing." ***** After a few days, it became apparent that Maggie wasn't particularly interested in working hard - even if it meant life or death. She became more and more reliant on Kalti and when he had gone deep into the forest to find water, he had asked to her to get more wood and use the fishing line from the survival kit to try and catch something for a meal. But when he came back, she was curled up in the raft asleep. Kal had taken some of the empty water bottles with him and had filled them from the stream. He had somehow fashioned a bag using long thin leaves and carried the bottles in that. On top of the bottles were a number of unusual looking, rounded fruits. Angry at her laziness, Kal snapped and brought his hand down sharply on her rump. He would have dealt a second blow, but she screamed and quickly scrambled away. "Owwwwwww! You little bastard! What did you do that for?" "Because, while I've been working, you've been sleeping and haven't lifted a finger." "I'm a passenger and you're crew. I shouldn't have to work," she replied. Kalti was absolutely stunned. He paused for a moment and when he finally spoke, it was through clenched teeth. "You still haven't got it yet have you? We aren't getting out of here anytime soon and we have to learn to survive. You have to pull your weight, or we die." Maggie was convinced that he was exaggerating and told him so. "That's fair enough then! I'll leave you with the raft, the water and the remaining rations. I'll even leave you one of the fishing lines. Meanwhile, when you come to your senses you can find me down at the other end of the beach." Two days later, Maggie found herself walking down to Kal. He was stripped down to his underwear and had already achieved a remarkable amount. Using the husks of coconuts he had fashioned some rudimentary ropes, which he had used to create a small, raised shelter. Using the coconut shells themselves he was storing water and the fish he had caught were being smoked over a fire. Maggie couldn't help but notice that he had a fine, bronzed body and the tight underpants left little to the imagination. When he turned round to face her, she had to pull her eyes away from his crotch he seemed considerably larger than her late husband. "I need some water," she said simply. Kalti pointed with the hand in which he was holding a shell. He'd been using it to cut into the fibrous husk of one of the coconuts. "Follow that track through there," he said. "You'll be able to see my footprints and where I've walked through the grass it will be flattened. Keep following the path and you'll eventually come to a pool. I suggest that you take your water from the waterfall that fills it. You can use the pool to bathe in." He turned his back on her, indicating that he felt the conversation was at an end. Maggie traipsed back to the raft - which by now was beginning to deflate - and picked up the empty bottles, then followed the trail he had indicated. Inside the vegetation, she soon realised that she could no longer hear the sea. Now the sounds were of the birds and insects and the wind gently rustling the leaves and branches. Finally, she reached her destination and quickly filled the bottles. She then stood looking at the water. The pool was about four feet deep and crystal clear. She could see a few small fish in there, but that was all. It was more than tempting. She hadn't bathed properly for weeks, so she carefully walked into the water. It was cool, but not unpleasantly so and she continued a few more paces until the water came up to her breasts. She ducked under the water, revelling in the feel of fresh non-salt water. Standing back up, she unbuttoned her dress and threw it to one side. Her bra looked like it has seen better days and she took it off and likewise threw the garment over with the dress. The simple act of removing her panties, allowing the water to flow freely around her vagina, aroused her libido which had for some time remained dormant. Now she began thinking about Kal and what he might look like without his underwear. Her eyes closed and she imagined him pulling them down, his cock flopping out and beginning to expand and rise. She imagined her hand wrapped around the thick girth and starting to rub it gently. It felt hot and strong. Before long he grabbed hold of her and pulled her in close. Her grabbed her arse cheeks and lifted. Her legs spread and wrapped around him and she felt the shaft pushing up, up to fill her completely. She orgasmed loudly and sank beneath the surface, still clutching her breasts with one hand, fingers embedded with the other. ***** Maggie was hungry. She tried catching fish, but had failed. She found some shellfish but didn't know how to open them. As for the fruit, she was nervous of heading into the undergrowth alone. The matches that Kal had left her had long since run out and she no longer had a fire. After a day and a half without food she was desperate. She had no choice; she had to approach Kalti again and ask for his help, much as it pained her to do so. Kal was sitting resting on the veranda of his shelter and watched Maggie walk towards him. She no longer had make-up and the colour had nearly all washed out her hair which, whilst silver in appearance was luxuriant and bounced as she walked. The bottom two buttons on her dress had long since dropped off and her long, tanned legs were exposed with each step. A rip in the bodice was revealing the fine lace brassiere beneath - not quite enough to show a nipple through the material, but close enough to imagine. He felt his cock stirring - not for the first time - as he watched her hips sway and breasts gently bounce. Maggie stopped a short distance away, took a deep breath and then spoke, "You look like you're pretty good at this. I'm out of food and I need help. I...I apologise and promise to do my share of work if you will help me." Kalti had raised a leg to hide the now obvious erection, he wanted to play with Maggie both mentally and physically, so he said, "You don't sound too sorry. Suppose I feed you? What if you then refuse to do any work?" She wasn't sure how he had guessed what she had intended to do, but now she'd been caught out, she knew she was in trouble. Her defiance crumbled, "Please I beg you; I need help. I'll do whatever you want." The blood surged in Kal's penis. Suddenly, he found himself in a position he hadn't imagined. Pure lust commanded his next words. "You need to prove yourself. Prove that you will do anything I say." "Yes!" His voice was throaty, "In that case, take of your clothes and come over here." Maggie wasn't sure she had heard him correctly, but when he dropped his leg and turned to face her, she knew she had. His stiff dick was jutting upwards in his underpants, stretching the elastic at the top and threatening to poke out. Her mouth went suddenly very dry, while her pussy went in the other direction. Hunger was shoved aside. She knew what was likely to happen now and her decision was not because she was hungry for food, but for him. Maggie unbuttoned the remainder of the dress and let it fall to the sand. She then waited; to see if that was all he wanted. "And the rest now," confirmed it wasn't. She didn't take her bra and panties off slowly, or seductively. She just took them off. "Come over here and kneel down," he said, getting to his feet. Maggie took the fifteen steps over to stand in front of him and then sank to her knees. Her eyes had never left his all this time, but now she lowered them and looked straight at his underwear, just as he pushed them down his legs. His cock sprang free and bounced stiffly - it was even more magnificent than she had imagined. "You wanted something to eat? Perhaps you'd like this as a starter?" At the back of her mind Maggie was thinking, "This is rape". Yet, in her aroused state it was all she wanted. She wrapped a hand around the shaft and began rubbing - a lot less gently than she had fantasised. She looked up at him and he put his hand on the back of her head. She dipped and put her mouth straight over the head. She began to bob up and down and with each move she took in more, but eventually her mouth was stretched as far as it could go. She almost choked a few times, but kept going, simultaneously rubbing his dick and fondling his testicles. Kal's hips began to rock with Maggie's movements. His cock and balls seemed to swell and then his semen surged into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed, but then began to choke and pulled away. Still he came, further strings of come spurting from the end of his penis, striking Maggie in the face and dribbling down onto her breasts. When Kal had recovered, he looked down at Maggie and smiled at her splattered face. It made his cock twitch once more. "You'd better go and wash yourself down and then come back here so that I can fuck you." Maggie stood on wobbly legs and began walking towards the ocean. She walked into the gentle waves and splashed water over her face, hair and chest, then turned back to shore. Kal watch her walking back up the beach towards him. Her pussy hair had not yet begun to grow following the waxing session and her labia were clearly visible as she came near. He breasts swayed, the nipples erect from the cool water. Kal stood there waiting, his dick as hard as before. Maggie could almost feel her pussy lips sliding across each other as she walked, knowing that very soon now that monster was going to be pushing up into her. She wondered if it would hurt and how he would want to take her. "Put your arms around my neck and then wrap your legs around me," he told her. Maggie wondered if she would be flexible enough to achieve this, but needn't have worried. Having put her arms around him, she lifted her right leg and crooked it around behind his waist. Kal then took hold of her arse cheeks and lifted her off the ground. She was amazed by both his strength and his balance and wrapped her left leg around, hooking one ankle across the other. Before she knew it, the head of his penis was pressing at the sopping and wide open entrance to her pussy. There was literally no resistance as the soft purple head pushed into the velvet tunnel. The resistance came when he lowered her further and the girth of his weapon had to force the walls of her vagina apart. Maggie thought she was going to split in two. Yes, it hurt in a way, but it was a beautiful and erotic pain. She felt as though it was impossible to get it in, yet she was sinking further and further down onto it. Her breath came in short gasps, until Kal was fully embedded, then she stopped breathing completely and exhaled in a long moan. He lifted her back up and she started to take air again, but no sooner than she felt her insides empting than he dropped her back down. "Ahhhhhhhh!" she groaned. Gradually, Kal picked up the pace and Maggie grunted out on the down stroke and breathed in on the up stroke. He kept going for what seemed a long time, but was probably only five minutes. But that was enough; her body began to tremble and her whole body was engulfed by the mightiest climax she had yet reached. ***** The next morning, Kal told Maggie it was time he taught her to fish, but first he told her to take her clothes off again. "OK, but why? I don't mind getting them wet, they'll soon dry off." "Two reasons; the first is that you will want something to wear when we finally get rescued and besides, as there's just the two of us we don't need to wear anything." "And the second reason?" she asked. "I love looking at your sexy body and if you keep covering it up I might just have to rip your clothes off." This time, Maggie undressed slowly and sexily. By the time she removed her bra Kal was already naked and sporting a hard-on. Maggie looked at him, licked her lips and said, "I see you have a new fishing rod!" ***** From that day onwards, neither of them wore clothing. Although their bodies had become bronzed, they were still careful to remain out of the sun when it was too hot. Kal extended the beach house and created raised walkways and decorated them with the shells and flotsam that washed up on the shore. They discovered that there was a colony of wild pigs living on the island and together they worked out a way of smoking and preserving the meat, so that they could leave the animals in peace most of the time, creating a natural and even balance in their numbers. The couple cultivated the fruit and other edible plant life, which seemed to grow year round. In the wet season they lived on the supplies that they had built up. As time passed and they realised that help was becoming less and less likely to arrive, they looked for ways to make their lives a little easier, including using bamboo poles to pipe water from the waterfall down to their home. A small, continuous trickle fed a pool that Kal created from rocks and a piece of the life raft. It overflowed gently and spilled down the beach, keeping the water supply fresh at all times. Maggie learned how to fish, then cook and even sew. But most of all she learned how to please her man. The two grew closer over the years and then, one day, they saw a sailing ship passing the island. They looked at each other, cuddled and watched as it passed on by. They were on their Island Alone and that's where they wanted to stay. *****
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Adam groaned softly into the pillow as the stranger's penis nudged his asshole. Every instinct told him to clench up and close his legs, but instead, he spread them wider. The stranger's dick invaded him slowly but surely, spreading him up and causing him to grit his teeth. To distract himself from the discomfort, Adam reflected on how he had gotten into this situation. It was his wife's birthday. He and Faith had long ago reached an understanding that it was acceptable to ask for present ideas, rather than risk getting something the other had no use for. As per usual, he approached her the week before her birthday. "So, what is the birthday girl's desire this year?" He pulled her into a playful kiss. She smiled and ducked a bit, kissing him underneath the chin, a twinkle in her eye. "I've actually been giving it a lot of thought this year," she said. "You know how you let me do you in the ass with a dildo last year?" He smiled ruefully. "Yeah, I do. My ass is still sore from that!" She swatted his butt playfully. "Well, this year, I'd like to see you take a real cock." His smile disappeared. "Babe, you know I don't swing that way." She sighed, and pouted prettily. "I know, and I won't insist. But I just think you would look so hot on your knees with a cock stuffed up your tight butt. I'd have fantasy material for a loooong time!" He knew at that point he was done for. He could never resist her when she really wanted something, and he could tell she really wanted this. It only took a short while for them to cruise the local gay bars and find someone willing to do the job. After making sure the stranger had recent test results and was clean of STIs, they had set a date for the birthday butt- fucking. Adam groaned as the 8-inch dick slid all the way in, and the stranger's balls pressed against Adam's own. Faith's delicate fingers kneaded her husband's shoulders, as she watched with fascination. She leaned down to look into his eyes. "You look so hot," she whispered. "My pussy is soaking right now." She slid a finger into panties, then brought it to her lips and sucked it seductively. The stranger started fucking Adam harder, moaning loudly. Faith moaned too, and smacked her husband's ass. "Will you wiggle on his cock for me, baby?" she pleaded, using her sexiest voice. Adam held her gaze, despite being more embarrassed than he had ever been, and wiggled his ass on the stranger's thick cock. He could feel the man shudder, and he was more than ever aware of the heavy balls pressing against his own. Faith reached between his legs, stroking his cock, and whispered in his ear. "I want you to say something for me, baby. I want you to tell me how you love his cock spreading your tight asshole." Adam wiggled his ass more, like a horny bitch needing to get fucked. He was committed to the part, and as much as it pained his masculinity, there was nothing he wouldn't do for his wife. "I love it," he moaned. "I love that huge cock fucking my butt, making my asshole sore and wide." Faith shuddered and closed her eyes for a moment, then resumed stroking his cock. To his surprise, he was quickly growing harder. Only his devious wife could make him hard while he was getting ass-reamed by another man, he reflected ruefully. When she tickled his balls lightly with her fingertips, he moaned loudly, from pleasure this time. To his embarrassment, the cock in his ass was starting to feel slightly pleasurable. He wiggled again, this time of his own volition, trying to help the stranger get balls-deep in his orifice. Faith grinned wickedly, and squeezed his cock hard. "Spread your ass cheeks for me, baby. Show our friend what his cock looks like, and how it looks in your tight butt!" Obediently, Adam reached back and spread his cheeks, displaying his cock- filled ass for his wife and the other man. Faith started to breath heavily, and started jerking him off faster. "I'm going to cum," she moaned. "I want you to cum with me, Adam, and I want your butt filled up with cum, too." As if on command, the stranger began pounding Adam relentlessly, and soon exploded a load of hot cum deep in the bottom man's bowels. Faith fingered herself with a passion, and soon she too exploded, shuddering and moaning. As she came, she started squeezing her husband's cock harder, playing with it like only she knew how. Against his will, Adam felt his balls tightening. "Come on, baby, cum for me," she begged. "Give me that yummy load while you've got cum deep in your asshole." With a cry, Adam exploded, burying his face in the pillow as he shot his load all over the sheets. When he recovered, he looked at his wife to see a familiar wicked grin on her face. "One more thing, dear husband, and my birthday present will be the best ever." Adam buried his face, anticipating what was coming. Faith nibbled his ear playfully, and whispered seductively. "Now spread those ass cheeks wide, and let me see all that cum." Adam obeyed, keeping his face hidden while his wife cooed in appreciation over his gaping asshole, dripping with the stranger's white cum. After what seemed like an eternity, she pulled him away from the pillow and cuddled him tenderly, the stranger having left. She planted a kiss on his lips, and looked into his eyes. "Thank you, Adam," she whispered. "You always know how to make my birthday special." He rolled his eyes, unable to stay unhappy with her for long. "And I was right, you know," she chuckled. "You look really hot with a cock in your ass!" Born in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba, to an Anishinaabe First Nations father, Louis Okunnug, and an Irish-Canadian mother, Eileen O'Reilly, Lilianna Okunnug grew up torn between two completely different worlds. After the divorce was finalized, Lilianna's mother returned to the City of Galway, Ireland, and raised her there. At the age of eighteen, Lilianna Okunnug returned to Manitoba, Canada, the land of her birth and decided to stay there permanently. Enrolling at the University of Winnipeg, Lilianna double-majored in Business Administration and Aboriginal Studies. In the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba, Lilianna Okunnug met many fellow Aboriginals, and learned the cultural ways of the Ojibwe, Odawa, Potawatomi and various other Native tribes that call Canada their home. For the young woman, this was an opportunity to reconnect with her nearly-forgotten heritage, and her long-lost father Louis Okunnug, now a restaurant owner and local writer. While at the University of Winnipeg, Lilianna Okunnug learned a lot about the ways of the First Nations people and about herself. As a young woman, Lilianna was keen to explore her place in the world, and her burgeoning sexuality. Six feet tall, curvy and very voluptuous, with medium bronze skin, short curly black hair and lively brown eyes, Lilianna is naturally beautiful, and absolutely confident. A most wondrous and welcome combination in a woman... Forthright bisexual and highly experimental, Lilianna Okunnug had her way with a few young men and women. And then she discovered the world of BDSM, and got hooked. With its taboo nature, its intricacies and unique rules, BDSM appealed to Lilianna immensely. At a BDSM munch organized by local kinky types at a venue near downtown Winnipeg, Lilianna met a most unique man, the one who taught her the truth about herself. With his help, Lilianna began to explore her submissive side... "Kiss my ass," Lilianna Okunnug said haughtily, as she stood in front of Jamal "Master Ebony Flex" Osman, and the six-foot-three, dark-skinned and ruggedly handsome, broad-shouldered, athletic and leather-clad young black man stroked his goateed chin and smiled. From the moment he'd spotted the young Anishinaabe First Nations woman at the BDSM munch in the downtown area of Winnipeg, Flex knew she would be trouble. And he definitely welcomed the challenge... "Maybe after, for now, I must teach you a thing or two about manners," Master Ebony Flex said, his deep voice sending echoes chasing one another across the dark chamber. The young woman smiled defiantly, and struggled in her bonds as he came closer. Flexing his massive muscles, he smiled confidently as he stood before his feisty sub, for there could be only one Master here... "Let's see what you got," Lilianna said, smirking, and Master Ebony Flex scowled, accepting her challenge. Master Ebony Flex had been active in the BDSM scene in Winnipeg for quite some time. Every once in a while, he went to the munches, to check out the scene, and also hunt for some new blood. Most of the time, Flex met some curious young white women, and the occasional Latina or Arab gal. He never thought he'd meet someone like Lilianna at one of those events, that's for damn sure... "Challenge accepted, sub, prepare yourself," Master Ebony Flex said, and he stood inches from Lilianna, who strained in her bonds, her curvaceous body swaying this way and that, in a most provocative manner. Lilianna looked into the eyes of the tall, dark and stoic man who stood before her, impassive. Most men and more than a few women were drawn to Lilianna's beauty, but this one seemed almost oblivious to her charms... "Such a pretty mouth," Master Ebony Flex said, as he cupped Lilianna's chin in his big hand. The young woman glared at him, her lips pursed. Squeezing hard, he caused her to wince, and Lilianna's eyes widened in surprise. What the fuck was he doing? Master Ebony Flex grinned, and nodded. And then he slapped Lilianna's face, hard. "What the fuck are you doing?" Lilianna shouted, angrily, and the tall, Amazonian young woman strained in her bonds. With her arms bound to steel chains which hung from the ceiling, and her legs encased in similar bindings welded to the floor, Lilianna wasn't going anywhere. And both she and Master Ebony Flex knew it. The towering, dark-skinned BDSM Lord let go of his sub's beautiful face, and looked into her eyes, drinking in the defiance he saw there... "Showing you who's boss, that's what," Master Ebony Flex said, with absolute confidence, his deep voice rumbling in the cavern-like enclosing of the basement/makeshift dungeon. Lilianna gasped as he suddenly grabbed her nipples and pinched them, and then put nipple clamps on them. Wincing in pain, Lilianna watched as Master Ebony Flex slid his gloved hand between her legs, and began probing her pussy. Squirming in her bonds, Lilianna cried out as Master Ebony Flex began masturbating her, rubbing her clit with his thumb while sliding his other fingers into her pussy. The bastard had her right where he wanted her... "Oh fuck, you bastard," Lilianna cried out, and Master Ebony Flex continued forcibly pleasuring her, and he grabbed her mouth and smirked while continuing to coax pleasure out of her sweet spot. Lilianna moaned softly, and in spite of everything, she felt herself grow wet. She was actually enjoying what Master Ebony Flex was doing to her... "Tell me what you're feeling," Master Ebony Flex said calmly, and he looked into Lilianna Okunnug's eyes as he awaited her answer. As tough as Lilianna acted, he could see that inside of her, there was a submissive yearning to get out. A lot of strong, tough-talking women had a burning desire to submit, but only to the right man... "I'm fucking horny," Lilianna all but hissed, and Master Ebony Flex smiled. This gal was going to be a tough nut to crack, that's for damn sure. Challenges like this, wrapped up in so beautiful a package, were what he lived for. As a dominant, Master Ebony Flex liked to take on the strongest of women, and bend them to his will. For a master of the game such as he, weak women need not apply... Long before Master Ebony Flex took the Winnipeg BDSM scene by storm, there was a young Somali-Canadian Muslim man named Jamal Osman. While studying Criminology at Carleton University, Jamal Osman learned about sexual deviance, which, ironically, many people still classify BDSM under. After checking out some books on BDSM at the campus library, Jamal Osman became fascinated. Next, the enthusiastic young man went online and what he found amazed him. The world of BDSM was positively enticing. Soon, the brother was definitely hooked. Next, Jamal Osman started chatting with other BDSM aficionados online, and tentatively went to his first BDSM munch. With his dashing East African good looks, Jamal Osman was a big hit with the ladies in the BDSM scene. And that's how it all began. Soon, he began operating as a dominant under the name Master Ebony Flex... "I said I want you to fuck me," Lilianna hissed, snatching Master Ebony Flex out of his little trip down memory lane. Looking his sub up and down, Master Ebony tried to ascertain the veracity of her claim. Lilianna was known as a motor-mouth in the Winnipeg BDSM scene, and her habit of being sassy, disrespectful and kind of a bitch didn't make her many friends. Several dominants, male and female, had given up on her, and he could actually see why... "Call me Master," Master Ebony Flex growled, and Lilianna smirked. When she didn't answer fast enough, he pulled on the nipple clamp none too gently, and she howled in pain. A gentleman everywhere except the bedroom, or the dungeon, Master Ebony Flex felt the need to remind certain tough-talking, irascible female subs who the boss was. For their own good, of course... "Master Flex, I want you to fuck me, Sir," Lilianna shouted, through gritted teeth, and Master Ebony Flex smiled and nodded. In one smooth motion he yanked her chains, so to speak, and then proceeded to remove her bindings. Sore from being basically suspended for a while, Lilianna almost collapsed on the stone floor but Master Ebony Flex's strong arms caught her... "Ask and you shall receive, sub," Master Ebony Flex said, and Lilianna Okunnug smiled faintly as he carried her over to the nearby bed, and gently laid her there. Lilianna lay there, a wicked smile on her face. Licking her lips suggestively, she looked at Master Ebony Flex. A lot of men and a few women tried to show her who's boss, in and out of bed, but this sexily bossy yet caring chocolate stud muffin was one of a kind... "What are you going to do to me?" Lilianna asked coyly, and Master Ebony Flex drew closer, and spread her thick thighs wide open. Master Ebony Flex inhaled her womanly funk, and licked his lips. And just like that, he began eating her pussy. Lilianna lay on the bed, legs wide open and eyes closed, and she rubbed her tits together as Master Ebony Flex pleasured her. Everything was going exactly as planned... "You taste good," Master Ebony Flex paused to say, and Lilianna smiled at him as the gorgeous, strong and dominant brother resumed eating her pussy. Propping her on all fours, he caressed her thick round ass, and slid his finger into her butt hole while tonguing her pussy. Lilianna moaned softly at the welcome intrusion and arched her back, craving more... "Hmm, take that ass, Sir, do whatever you want with it," Lilianna purred, and Master Ebony Flex slapped her thick ass, hard enough to make it jiggle. Lilianna winced, and Master Ebony Flex smiled. The things he was going to do to that ass of hers, seriously. First things first, though. Unzipping his leather pants, he freed his dick, which was long, thick, dark and uncircumcised. Lilianna turned around, and looked at Master Ebony Flex's dick...hungrily. "Sub, you don't tell me anything, I'm going to tap that ass any way that I see fit, and now, go on and suck my dick," Master Ebony Flex said firmly, and Lilianna looked at him, her expression unreadable. Nodding gently, she crawled toward him on all fours and then took his dick into her mouth. Like the rest of him, his dick was hard, black and tasty. Lilianna sucked Master Ebony Flex's dick with gusto, while gently caressing his balls. "Yes my Lord," Lilianna paused to say, and then she continued sucking on Master Ebony Flex's dick. The tall, burly Master leaned against a stone wall, sighing happily as his Sub sucked his dick. Lilianna was finally putting that sassy mouth of hers to good use, and it was a wonderful thing to behold. In no time the young woman had him hard as a rock, and Master Ebony Flex nodded, pleased with Lilianna's performance. "Come here," Master Ebony Flex's deep baritone voice intoned, and Lilianna looked up at him, smiling. Grinning, the BDSM Lord thanked his Sub for a job well done, and then they got down to business. Pulling Lilianna to her feet, he drew her into his arms and kissed her. Lilianna shuddered happily as Master Ebony Flex kissed her full and deep. She was expecting a rough kiss, but he was actually quite gentle. Inwardly she laughed as he caressed her thick ass cheeks... "You want me Sir?" Lilianna asked softly, and Master Ebony smiled and nodded. Tenderly, he caressed her breasts, and his hand slipped between her legs. Lilianna licked her lips as he fingered her already wet pussy, and gasped when he shoved her onto the bed. Landing none too gently, the young woman looked up at the towering vision of masculinity that stood before her. What a man, Lilianna thought in wonder. "Damn right I do, now give me that ass," Master Ebony Flex said, grinning, and Lilianna laughed, and then got on all fours. Shaking her big ass at him, she licked her lips, waiting for him. Master Ebony Flex sighed happily as he watched Lilianna's big sexy ass undulate from side to side. He didn't know much about Aboriginal ladies or their cultures and unique loveliness prior to meeting Lilianna, but dammit, he could admit that she was indeed one of a kind... "Come over here and take it, if you dare," Lilianna said, both feisty and inviting, like only she could be. Master Ebony Flex grinned and stroked his dick, which lengthened and hardened at the sight of Lilianna's thick derriere. Rolling a condom on his manhood, he rubbed his dick against Lilianna's ass cheeks, and the young woman groaned in frustration. "Alright," Master Ebony Flex said, and he gripped Lilianna's wide hips and thrust into her. The young woman sighed happily as her master entered her and began fucking her with slow, deep strokes. A lot of guys liked to act like sex was a race or something but Master Ebony Flex took his sweet time at it, filling Lilianna's pussy with his dick. Lilianna groaned softly, loving the deliciously hot pain she felt in her sweet spot as Master Ebony Flex fucked her. "Oh yeah, that's what I like," Lilianna squealed as Master Ebony Flex grabbed her hair, and yanked her head back while slamming his dick into her. Finally, he was fucking her with gusto, just the way she liked it. Lilianna was tickled pink when Master Ebony Flex began spanking her ass, the stinging sensation actually turning her on even more. So much that Lilianna found herself howling in pain mixed with wicked pleasure as Master Ebony Flex went to town on her, and he didn't let up until she actually begged for mercy... "So, how do you feel?" Jamal Osman asked Lilianna Okunnug as they emerged from the showers, an hour later. The young woman looked at him and smiled, pleased. Truth be told, Lilianna felt better than she had in ages. The Somali Muslim brother definitely delivered on his promise to show her what male dominance in the bedroom was all about, and then some. Lilianna licked her lips in appreciation, honestly impressed with the specimen of man standing before her... "I feel awesome, thank you Sir," Lilianna replied, and then, she stepped closer to Jamal Osman/Master Ebony Flex and gently kissed him. Normally, Lillianna didn't allow herself to get too chummy with the men and women she played with, but Jamal was different. A bit surprised, Jamal nevertheless kissed her back. Afterwards, they got dressed, cleaned up the dungeon, and went their separate ways. Just another fun encounter between like-minded, responsible adults in the City of Winnipeg, Manitoba. This is the Earth, a year after the alien Xenomorphs have started infesting it, sweeping through our defenses like an unstoppable tide of death and destruction. Their anger is fuelled by their intense hatred for all species besides their own. Their lust for blood is ever consuming, as they devour countless worlds, not only for their resources or for new territory, but also for the potential hosts that the Xenomorphs find on each living world. This is the Earth, a barren wasteland populated not by lush green fields, nor by trees that tower over the countryside, but by thousands of massive, domed structures that dot the landscape like gravestones that lie scattered in the cemetery of the home world of the human race. When the alien Xenomorphs were first set free into our world, no one doubted that it is we, the dominant species of this planet, who would bow before the newcomers. With a near-unlimited supply of hosts and breeding spots, Earth was a rare find for these extraterrestrial creatures. Within months, the planet's ecosystem was completely altered. I was a member of the X-T, or Extraterrestrial, Research Team working for the Corporation. The team was set up immediately after an extraterrestrial life form was discovered on the small ranching colony on the planet Ryushi. The Corporation sent a squad of Marines and biologists to retrieve the dead specimen, and brought it back to the laboratory. I was one of the first scientists to have a closer look at the specimen, to study it. We thought we could control it. Over the next few days, we had many more of the X-Ts brought in to our labs as they were found all over Ryushi. They were a fascinating species. They were like ants, with a completely different appearance in each stage of its life cycle. The first specimen we found, we named the Face-hugger. Resembling a cross between a scorpion and a spider, its purpose seemed to be to latch onto a host's face, and implant an embryo into the host's chest cavity, which would then develop into an adult alien. We put animals into cages, and allowed the face-huggers to impregnate them. The adult aliens are insectoid in appearance, and there are slight variations between each adult, depending on the species of their host. That was fourteen months ago. We had a different specimen brought in one day. It was of the same species as the previous creatures, but this face-hugger was bigger and had rows of spines running down its back. The embryo from this specimen took a longer time to develop, and when it was fully grown, it was two times the size of the average adult X-T. We identified it as a Queen. The Corporation ordered us to study this Queen's behavioral patterns, and allow it to move, uninhibited, in a massive artificial cavern we constructed. Within hours, the adult Queen began to lay eggs and used the live animals we tossed in to breed more of her children. Something went wrong one day. It was an accident. One of the scientists had opened the cage when the Queen was not hibernating, resulting in an outbreak. Our security could not control the situation. Neither could the military. The Queen and her brood had retreated to the city's subterranean network of sewers and tunnels. Within days, we experienced an infestation of hundreds of adult X-Ts. They swarmed across the city, taking hosts back to the Hive they had established underground. In six months, we lost half the planet to the X-Ts. There was no way to quarantine them. They were like a plague, spreading so fast that we had no time to form an effective plan. The aliens are highly intelligent, communicating with each other in complex ways that we would never fully understand. Now, at the cradle of human civilization, a dome ten times bigger than any others towers over a sea of ash and dust. This alien structure holds the Mother Queen, the one creature in charge of overseeing this new world which its species has taken for itself. The human race is endangered, nearly extinct. A few survivors wage a futile war against the overwhelming swarms of Xenomorphs, but for every alien killed, a million more are born to replace it. Within this alien dome, the Mother Queen is surrounded by thousands of her children, who form a protective shield around her. Some of her warriors cling on to her, using their black, serpentine bodies to keep her safe. With elongated, phallus-shaped heads, clawed hands and feet, and skeletal bodies the color of the deepest black, the Xenomorphs are able to blend with the shadows, and camouflage themselves on the walls of their domed homes. The domes are biomechanical in appearance, with what appears to be bones and flesh fused to form its architecture. In this superstructure, a common scene plays out, one that is repeated across the entire planet, in every other dome. On the walls of the dome, dozens of naked bodies are bound and restrained, hung there with a sticky resin secreted by the Xenomorphs. Their tortured screams haunt my sleep on the few nights that I manage to slip into slumber. Human females are brought to the Hive. The warrior Xenomorphs, who raid the few remaining human towns left, find them. All the males are slaughtered and mutilated, or have their bodies used as hosts for new Xenomorphs to grow in. The corpses are then dragged back to the dome to form its architecture. The aliens have a plan. It is initiated by the Mother Queen, who delivers a promise to the humans in exchange for complete subservience to the aliens, and obedience to her plan. The Mother Queen promises to save the human race by creating a new species, a hybrid between Xenomorph and human genes. The humans agree to the aliens' plan without hesitation, for if we don't, the Xenomorphs would ensure our complete annihilation. In the center of the dome is a large chamber, and the Mother Queen watches intently at the scene that is being played out. It is entertainment for her, but also part of her plan to ensure the proliferation of her species on this world, and on many others in the future. Today, it is my turn. I have watched, helplessly, silently, for the past five days as others before me go through the horror. I can taste the fear in my mouth. It is sour. A sickening feeling washes through my body, starting from my belly. I struggle in a futile attempt to free myself from the sticky secretion that binds me to the wall of this alien structure. Ever since I have been captured, I have known nothing but this fear. It drives me insane, watching people being tortured in unimaginable ways by the Xenomorphs, their bodies mutilated beyond recognition, the screams of agony that pierce deep into my soul. An adult Xenomorph approaches me. It is reptilian and insectoid at the same time. It moves swiftly, agilely. The black exo-skeleton is shiny, even glowing, as light pours in from the large opening at the top of the dome. With sticky hands, it grabs my arms, its claws digging into my flesh. It pulls me away from the wall, and I gasp as the resin stretches the skin on my bare back. Similar shrieks of fear and pain echo all across the chamber. It throws me down onto the damp floor. I realize that I am lying on the body parts of other victims, which have been hardened by the aliens' resin and makes up most of the floor. The dampness I feel comes from thick blood that still oozes from the bodies. I feel sick. The alien uses its body to pin me down. Holding my arms firmly to the ground, its eyeless head leans towards me. The phallus-shaped head seems smooth, and the exoskeleton looks impenetrable. It is then that I realize, in both terror and fascination, how beautiful this creature is. It's a perfect killing machine. Every part of its body is lethal, and with its slim and slender build, and tough carapace, it looks almost indestructible. Maybe this is the reason why the Corporation was so interested in the specimens. It is beautiful...in a frightening way. The Xenomorph's mouth opens, and from within, another mouth, smaller, extends on a tongue-like organ. Hot drool, viscous and wet, drips down its chin and lands on my face. Some of the thick saliva enters my open mouth, as I utter a silent scream. The humidity and heat makes me perspire furiously. Sweat trickles down my naked body in small streams. The alien raises its head, and an inhuman scream bursts forth from its mouth. I kick my feet, but the alien pins them down with its tail. I know what to expect next. I see this 'ritual', every single day. I shut my eyes tight, afraid to watch the horror about to be unleashed upon my body. Seconds later, the alien spreads my legs apart, and I feel something sharp snake its way over my thighs, heading slowly for my private parts. Tears well up at the corners of my eyes. I am humiliated. I am in shame, but I cannot resist what would come. I muster all the courage I can find, and open my eyes, slowly. The sharp, spear-like tip of the Xenomorph's long tail is entering my vagina. I cry in pain as the tip scrapes at my flesh, as the tail pushes its way deeper into my slit. It feels like needles are poking the inside of my body, as the bony tail continues to penetrate. I scream, and my body writhes in burning pain. I raise a hand and slap the alien's head with it. The creature is unharmed. It brings a clawed hand down on my chest, drawing six lines of red fire across my breasts. My body spasms uncontrollably in agony. My head is pounding. Blood stains my skin. I feel so helpless. Humanity has always thought of itself as the dominant species, on Earth, and even in the entire galaxy. But now, when faced with an alien menace, we have proved ourselves as bragging, arrogant fools who have deceived ourselves time and again, with false truths and the lie that we still have a chance to claim back our planet. Just when I think I have experienced all the pain the alien could give me, I am proven wrong when the creature starts to slide its tail in and out of my private parts. This action rubs my flesh raw, and I swear bits of flesh are being ripped from my body. I choke as blood bubbles up from my throat and into my mouth, flecking my lips in dark crimson fluid. I can see that the alien is enjoying every moment of my torture. It shrieks and wails, and from time to time, the Mother Queen and her brood cries back to it. The creature digs its fingers into my arms, preventing me from struggling too much. The agony is unbearable. It is like an inferno within me, waiting for the moment to explode out of my body. My screams are accompanied by dozens more all around me; human females being raped by their alien captors, and tortured until their bodies are covered in sweat, blood and alien saliva. Finally, I feel a warm, wet gush of sticky fluid push through my vagina, and I know the alien's task is now complete. It has impregnated me with its seed. For many days this process of reproduction has amazed me. All along we thought that only the Queen has the ability to reproduce by laying eggs. We never knew that the adult Xenomorphs could produce semen, too. It seems that the creatures are shaping their own evolution through the Mother Queen. The alien pulls its tail out of my slit, drawing with it a spurt of blood from my shredded flesh. I gasp, breathing heavily. Very soon, in a few days, an alien-human hybrid would start to grow in my womb, and within a couple of months, I would give birth to the hybrid. I had seen other women giving birth before. These newborn do not come out through the vagina. They burst out of the womb, tearing apart the flesh on their hosts' bodies and coming out in the Chest-burster way. The newborn are hideous in appearance, resembling nothing like a human at all in its features. They do not ally themselves to either side at first, but with the Mother Queen's constant persuasion and promises, the alien-human hybrids will begin to see themselves on the Xenomorphs' side. The thought that I would one day give birth to such a freak of Nature is something that haunts my dreams in the day, and in the night. I am now being dragged to another chamber in the vast dome, one where I would spend the last remaining days of my life witnessing the births of other hybrids, until it is my turn to do so...
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After our business lunch at The Lindon Tree, Suzanne called a cab from her mobile phone as I returned from the ladies room, the cab arrived in a few minutes, she guided me to the waiting cab, not waiting to be told the address, we were off, the driver took us off towards the town, Suzzanne said there was something she wanted to show me, we arrived a few minutes later just off the Rudgley High Street, out of the cab we walked arms linked on to the High St. and along it about 50 metres, she tuned to face a newly installed shopfront with S and R Estate Agents in the companies style, big,bold and professional, on the face. Surprise showed on my face and I started to smile. "What going on Suzzanne?" I asked. "Let me show you" she said opening the front door with a key fished out from her generous handbag. The office was complete ready to go, smelled of newness and slightly of paint. "Looks great" I said, "you have kept this quiet haven't you?" It was almost as big as our Lichfield office, six desks, had a good size staff kitchen seating area to the rear of the office, a flat above with access via a private entrance from the rear of the premises. After locking the front door Suzzanne showed me the flat entrance leading the way up a straight flight of stairs. The apartment was beautifully fitted and decorated and very modern in style. Lounge, dining room and superb kitchen and a large bedroom with king size bed, very luxurious too...? Too good for letting standards. Why? I thought... Suzzanne made coffee for us and joined me siting on the sofa, "an explanation" she said as she patted my knee. She continued, "Ron and I have owned this place for 10 years, as it had become vacant we decided to open it as another branch of S and R. I will be running the office and overseeing the company from here with Ron still in Sutton". She smiled and went on "we want you to run the Lichfield office as manager" she squeezed my knee to emphasise the offer. This whole thing was a complete surprise and shock to me, still smiling Suzzanne said "please say you will, we work great together" still her hand on my knee gently stroking it, "in principle please say yes, subject to detail of course" looking at me directly "we will be working more closely and you will be offered a partnership in twelve months time" "Really!" I replied "well yes of course I will, subject to details and our working relationship" Suzzanne hugged me and her hand slipped up my thigh enough for me to understand the meaning of it, "I hope it's more than a working relationship" she said and smiled, pulling back from the hug Suzzanne kissed me lightly on my lips, broke away and got a bottle of wine from the fridge and poured two large glasses for a toast, " don't worry we will get a cab back later " she assured me and with this she returned her hand on my knee and squeezed it. A beautiful woman, my married boss, was coming on to me, did I want this?, I was surprised she had lesbian inclinations, being happily married with a twenty year old daughter? Despite my normally strong control of my feelings, my natural inclinations took over. Very attracted to her, It happened, lust took over me, I put my hand on hers and placed it on the inside of my thigh opening my legs slightly at the same time, calling her bluff, inviting her. Wanting for her to respond to my implied offer... She did, leaning towards me we kissed sensually, tongues fencing with passion as her hand stoked higher up my thigh, exciting me. We came up for air panting from our kiss both smiling, her fingers found my panties and stroked my damp gusset which she found amusing and it exciting her. My hand went to her leg and quickly up to the joint of her legs to my find to my delight and surprise her wet panty less pussy, I rubbed her firmly, which made her gasp, I kissed her willing lips, eliciting a deep moan from her which added to my lust. She pushed me gently away from our clinch, rising quickly up from the sofa pulling me with her towards the bedroom. We entered the bedroom. My lust was increased by a wonderful sense of decadence, the afternoon sun streaming through the window, with my beautiful sensual perfumed boss, with a slight buzz from the drinks I had consumed, sexually stimulated, expectant of an illicit coupling with a beautiful mature sexy woman, on edge, insecure that she would find me a good bed mate and I would not disappoint her. This point of a liaison with a new sexual partner always excited me to the point of almost gushing between legs. We stood close to the bed, hugged, kissed and ran our hands over each other, I kissed her neck, inhaled her scent and then went for broke and started to undress her, I unzipped her figure hugging dress and pushed it down so that it dropped to the floor around Suzzanne's ankles, standing a little away from her, the object of my increasing excitement's curvy figure open to my gaze finally, leaving her in a lacy white bra, showing her nipples though it, standing proud clearly excited, matching garter belt holding up tan stockings on her wonderful legs and clean shaven pussy. I took her bra off and looked longingly at her body, I was in awe of Suzzanne's figure, curvy but toned in a subtlety sexy, lust-inducing way, I wanted her, I was going to have her was my only thought. I dropped my skirt, so I could kneel, kicked it away and went down on my knees, at the same time I pulled Suzzanne with both my hands around her beautifully firm butt, on to my face and hungry mouth and worshiped her pussy with my probing tongue. She was moaning loudly as I frantically lapped and probed her very essence, she held my head with both hands pulling me hard to her wet sex, she shuddered though several orgasms just keeping balance on tensing legs that finally could hold her no longer, she fell forward loosing contact with my tongue, just avoiding me and landing torso on the bed face down with her knees on the floor gasping from her effort to control the effect of the tongue lashing I had given her. I was on to her butt without hesitation, parting her beautiful bum cheeks, licking her rose bud and then her juicy womanhood, pulling her full pussy lips with sucks that had the stimulating affect of her trying to crawl forward from me to escape the intense pleasure and continuing orgasms she was having, she did not escape my attentions and she just incoherently begged me to stop, which after a few minuets I did. I tenderly stoked her gorgeous bum while she calmed down. I kissed her rose bud and licked it a little more to her whimpers of pleasure overload. Standing, looking at the beautiful almost naked woman before me, I took off my blouse, bra and panties, walked round the further side of the bed and got under the covers, I pulled back the duvet for her, smiled and said, ''I think we should we should continue this lying down'' weakly smiling back, she crawled into bed beside me and kissed me passionately, '' thank you, thank you'' she whispered, kissing me with little pecks. I kissed her forcefully, reversed my position, legs straddling her head, I went down on her, sucking, nibbling, probing, kissing, licking her wet pussy. She pulled my body to her face, found my clit with her tongue and slipped two of her long fingers into my wet willing hole. This gave me more impetuous to devour her juicy vulva, which sent her into making her fuck me vigorously with firm unrelenting tongue strokes. I sucked her clit and caused her to come, shuddering, clamping my head between her thighs. Soon after her orgasm, Suzzanne finished me off, sending me into bliss with a final onslaught of my pussy with fingers and mouth. We cuddled, me naked, her in garter belt and stockings, sated body to body, kissing softly till we drifted off to sleep. I woke as dawn was breaking, it was around 5.30 am, light flooded the bedroom and bed. I looked at Suzzanne, my boss lying next to me, disheveled hair, limp sleeping partially exposed body, stirring my lust again. I kissed her, I could taste myself on her lips and face. She stirred, opened her mouth to speak but I cut her short of doing it by my invading tongue and lips clamping on hers. Intertwined legs and long lustful French kisses fuel our need for each other, I got myself between her thighs, positioned my pussy on hers, we were both wet down there, me holding her wrists firmly above her head, kissing each other, I humped her forcefully, she pulled us tightly together with her legs, forcing our excited, engorged clits together, as I humped her, after a few wonderful minutes of this, driving us towards our lust filled goal, we both climaxed almost together, I bit her lip, as she moaned in to my mouth as we reached the delicious point of no return. We relaxed in each other's arms, satisfied, sweaty and drifted off to sleep. My mobile phone alarm buzzing in the lounge woke me, I slipped out bed to silence the insistent buzzing. Made tea and carried two cups into the bedroom and Suzzanne who was sitting in bed back to the headboard, breasts exposed, smiling. "What a excellent start to a day, let's drink this and we can shower together". We showered, not getting too involved sexually, not having time, but both wanting more of each other, we kissed a little, touched a little, soaped each other, rubbed each other dry. We got dressed in silence smiling to each other. Both dressed for work in yesterday's clothes. Suzzanne called a taxi to take us to our cars at The Lindon Tree, Suzzanne said "we will have a meeting next week to sort out details, salary package of your promotion, when Ron is available". She continued "We will have to have at least weekly meeting at my office, so I can debrief you" we each smiled her innuendo. We parted after a long kiss which did not go unnoticed by a couple of staff arriving at the restaurant for work. I arrived a the office just after nine o'clock, a little late for me, which with my attire of yesterday's clothes, did not go unnoticed by my female colleagues, a couple who smiled and had raised eyebrows while saying in unison, "good morning". I replied "yes it is, isn't it. It will be even better if we achieve some sales today" with this I disappeared in to my office. I felt so slutty, but alive, I felt great! Later that day, Suzzanne's assistant Jenni confirmed my meeting with Suzzanne and Ron for next Tuesday, at their house in Sutton Coalfield, I noted it in my office master diary. I Left office about 6 after locking up, being last out. I shot off to the gym in Tamworth. My best friend and longstanding none exclusive sex partner Jessy, who I met at University in York, managed the gym. She was surprised to see me as it was not my normal day to attend. We hugged in greeting and parted, me disappearing into the changing room. I changed into my tight crop top and spandex shorts and went to the weights room. Soon after Jessy followed me in, " Not much left to the imagination there" she said, looking my body up and down, "you've seen it all before" I replied, with a broad smile. "You look very pleased with yourself sweetheart, is because your here with me" Jessy asked as she gave me a quick kiss. I replied that it was and also that I had had a promotion to branch manager at Lichfield. Jessy hugged and congratulated me. After exercising, I showered, I helped Jessy close up the gym by seeing off the stragglers, while Jessy showered and we both locked up and went to my flat, I asked her to stay the night, rather than go back to her house share in Erdington. We were soon enjoying each other's bodies, making love, in a slow comfortable way, no hurry because we were used to each other, loved each other in a deep meaningful way, bought about by eight years knowing each other, living together in York, helping each other grow up, helping each other experiment with sex together and with others, male and females, we had nothing to prove each other. Slowly bringing each other to a climax that was hard to surpass, as every time we made love was,we both slept soundly.
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Sitting in the airport is never much fun, regardless of the reason behind traveling. I'm a seasoned traveler though and even despite all of the new security measures and increasing delays, it seems that I'm at the airport more often now than not. In fact, with my relatively new job, I'm traveling more now than ever. But who's complaining, right? After all, it's putting food on the table. I've never been one to complain too much anyway. Plus, airport gates are great for people watching, as far as I'm concerned. I'm never bored especially when there's so much activity. It was almost seven o'clock in the evening as I continued to wait in the Charlotte Regional Airport, gate C5, for our flight back to Chicago. We had just finished up with an all-inclusive sales meeting and the energy level was rather low. And to make things a little more disappointing, the gate personnel had just announced that our flight was delayed due to weather in the surrounding area. Perfect. But I didn't mind, there was no hurry to get back home and the people watching was actually keeping me rather interested, watching so many folks walking back and forth. I simply popped in a movie in my laptop, hit play, put my headphones on and casually leaned back in my chair and watched the screen while keeping a casual eye on the folks walking by and around. That's when she appeared -- a short, cute brown-haired girl with red highlights. She wore tight Capri pants with high heels and a snug-fitting black, v-cut top with a high cut hem: exposing some of her mid-drift. She was about 5'-7" or so in height. Two words: eye candy. She was more cute than pretty, but I found her very interesting just the same. She sat down about two rows from me, crossed her legs and immediately got on her cell phone. She looked over, probably feeling the weight of my stare. Our eyes met briefly, we smiled at one another and then looked away. I returned my visual attention to the movie playing on my screen, but I turned the volume down so I could listen to her speak. She spoke with a heavy accent and from what I could tell; it was Russian, Polish or some other Eastern European dialect. I was too far away to decipher it for sure. As she continued on with her conversation, she held the phone in her right ear, thereby turning her head away from me. I took advantage of the situation and gave her a thorough look-over. She had a nice body indeed. Her legs were slim. Her stomach was tight and her breasts were firm and proportionate to the rest of her figure. She had a slight Roman nose and high cheek bones. Her hair was straight, shiny and hung just about shoulder length. Her clear-plastic high-heels and low-cut shirt gave me the inclination that she was a party girl. Something glimmered in the center of her figure. I looked a little more closely and saw the sparkle of a belly button ring. Yep, party girl. I smiled to myself. I tell you, I would be over there in a minute, had she not been on her phone. She looked pretty interesting to talk to. During the next couple of hours, I managed to get a few "check-out" looks her way, while she continued to converse on her phone. Well, I figured looking at her was better than nothing, considering the fact that I wanted to talk with her. Before I knew it our plane had arrived and was readied for boarding. When general boarding was called, she stood and was in line so fast, I couldn't believe it. Then again, I only had myself to blame as I had to pack up my computer. Go figure. After getting checked in with the boarding gate representative, I double-checked my seat assignment and headed down the jet way. I greeted the fight attendants and made my way down the narrow aisle to my seat, 20-A. Hunting for seat numbers in an airplane is always a challenge, isn't it. Being over six feet tall doesn't help much either, as I had to bend over and crank my neck to read most of the numbering system. As I got closer, to my seat, row 17, row 18...lo and behold, it looked like...it was! I couldn't believe it...I couldn't believe my luck! Seated right next to Seat 20A, was this cute-looking, interesting chick. I'd finally get a chance to talk with her, I figured. I tried to hide my overbearing interest and excused myself as I made my way into my seat. She smiled when I looked over at her after settling in and then, to my surprise, she closed her eyes and leaned turned away. Shortly after the usual safety presentation and the preflight checks, we were underway, headed down the taxi way towards the runway. It was dark now and even in the dimly lit cabin, the gal seated next to me looked good as ever. During the take off and the acceleration of the jet, we looked over at one another and smiled. Her smile was intoxicating. Her teeth were bright white and her hazel eyes sparkled magically with her disarming smile. Her skin looked young and healthy. It was darker than mine and it appeared that even if she tanned in the beds, it still would have looked natural to the non-expert, like me. When we reached cruising altitude and the plane leveled off, she took her shoes off, unbuckled her seat belt and pulled her legs up the seat and slouched a bit. This did one of two things: first, her new position pushed her breasts out a little bit, giving me some added view of her cleavage and secondly, it gave me a clearer picture of how toned her legs were beneath her pants. Looking down at her feet now on the seat, pulled close to her ass, were red-painted nails, done up just right. I also noticed a shining diamond ring and band on her left hand. Damn. She had the body of a Hooters girl. Not as much as pretty as cute and petite. Still, I knew this was too good to be true. Oh, well, I figured that I would still try to make friendly conversation if and when the time allotted. Wouldn't you know it; she slept almost the entire flight! Of course the trip is only about an hour and a half anyway, but still. I was hoping for some conversation with this gal. Then again, I didn't mind her sleeping either. It gave me some keen opportunities to look at her without her knowing. As she slept, her chest expanded and contracted nicely with her breaths. More impressively, her tits seemed to blossom with each inhale and exhale action. I also admired her belly button ring, shimmering delicately in the dim light. When the beverage cart came around, she perked up a little, opened her eyes and caught my glance. Again, she smiled. Then, my eyes almost popped out of my head when she leaned forward to get her carry-on bag from underneath the seat in front of her. As she moved, her high riding shirt moved up her back, exposing a grand sight: a winged design tattoo on the small of her back and the top of a bright yellow thong. The waist band rode high on her hips, as the material piece that stretches over the privates covered the top of her ass cleft with dignified delicacy. I was transfixed. Then, of course, as she got what she was looking for and moved back, I caught the eyes of the woman sitting next to her, an older woman (probably in her 50s) who looked back at me with disgust. I just laughed to myself and looked away. The angel sitting next to me looked over at me and smiled, offering me a piece of gum (so that's what she was getting out of her bag). I obliged, took the foil-wrapped stick and offered a quick, "Thank you very much." She smiled brilliantly and in her thick accent replied, "You are welcome." Finally, our conversation was beginning. I had been waiting to get to this point for quite some time now. My opening had arrived. I took off my headphones and put the movie on pause. "Do you want me to put the words on so you can see too?" "You are very kind. No, thank you," she smiled. "You fly much?" "Ah, sometimes," she smiled again, her hazel eyes twinkling. "Well, how many times a year?" "About three times each year. I go to Russia to see my family and then around the states to see friends." "Oh, that's cool. So, your last trip from North Carolina was to see friends?" "Yes." "Right on. How long were you away?" "Two weeks." "Did you have a good visit?" "Yes. I finally saw my friend whom I have known for...since I came to America." "That's great! How long have you been in the states?" "For five years now." "You like it here?" "Very much, but I do miss my family." "I can certainly appreciate that." "What part of Russia are you from?" "Just near to Moscow, about two hours away from the outside of the city." "Very cool." "How long have you been married?" she asked, motioning to my wedding band. "Four years." "Really? Me too!" "That's cool. Do you like being married?" "Yes, but my husband is not around much." "I'm sorry to hear that." "He is in the military...the Army...and he is gone." "He's not deployed in Iraq, is he?" "Yes, he is." "Oh, that's gotta be tough." "Sometimes it is, but I have friends in Chicago and his family is close by, so I see them a lot." "That's good. Makes the distance seem shorter?" "Yes." "And thank goodness you have friends around too." "Yes, they are good friends." "You live in the city?" "No. I live in the suburbs of Chicago." "So do we." "It is funny. I have lived here for more than four years now and have only been downtown one time." "You've got to be kidding me!" "No," she giggled, "just once." "Made that big of an impression, huh?" She laughed delightfully, "No, I liked it, but the city is so far away and difficult to get there." "I agree. I do love Chicago, but it is a pain to get there when you have to rely on public transportation. Even when you drive yourself, it's a pain, there's so much traffic." "Yes. It is very inconvenient." I was happy to speak with her. Her English was much more refined than I thought it might be and I liked the fact that she was talking a bit more readily. I loved watching her smile and her subtle laughter was great to hear, giving evidence that her defenses were limiting. "Well, I do hope you get to Chicago more often. It's a shame that you live so close and don't get many opportunities to go there." "Me too. It is a beautiful city." Desperately wanting to say, "And so are you," or some equally cheesy line, I refrained and simply replied, "Yes, yes it is." We smiled at each other genuinely. "How long is your husband deployed?" "He will be back in one year." "Yikes, that's a long time. I hope he returns safely." "Thank you, as well do we." As our conversation seemed to be winding down a bit, the timing was rather perfect as the captain came over the intercom and announced that we were on our descent to Chicago. The flight attendants came around, took our empty drink cups and napkins and checked for our seat backs, tray tables and seat belts, the usual. I put my computer away and tucked my headphones into their case and sat back up, looking out the window at the brilliantly lit city lights below. The gal next to me (I still had no idea what her name was), looked over my shoulder and watched the city with me. We remarked how pretty it was at night. Less than what seemed ten minutes later, we were safely on the ground and taxiing to our gate. The two of us exchanged glances and smiles as we prepared to deplane. As the plane stopped at the gate, she stood and said, "It was nice chatting with you. Good luck to you." I returned the kindness, "Nice to talk with you too. And good luck to you." We smiled one last time at one another and I figured that this would the last time our paths would cross, so to speak. I followed down the aisle and out onto the jet way where she disappeared from site quickly after reaching the entry of the gate. I took a deep breath, thankful for the time spent with her and focused my thoughts on getting my bag from luggage claim. I marched down the steps to the claim area (a glorified cattle call area), and retrieved my bag after waiting for what seemed an eternity. I continued small talk with some work associates who were waiting in line with me, but it was nothing substantial. Honestly, I just wanted to get the heck out of there, really. I caught a glimpse of the gal I sat next to on the plane. She was waiting for her bag too, just a few rows of people away. Our eyes met and we smiled at one another again, just for nostalgia's sake it seemed. When our bags arrived, we grabbed them and took off for the arrivals pick-up area. I casually approached her as she was on her cell phone again and smiled. "Are you all set up with a ride?" "Yes, I have called my family. They are on their way. And you...do you have a ride?" "I was just going to hail a cab." "Oh." "Hey, do you want to save your family's trouble and share a cab?" She hesitated a moment and then, to my surprise, "Yes, that sounds good. I will call and tell them not to come." She opened her cell phone again and was shortly on a call. I turned away to give her some privacy, but heard her say, "Yes, I am here...Good...I have met a friend...No, I do not need a ride. Thank you...No, really, I am okay...Thank you...Good night." She put her phone away and smiled at me. My heart felt as if it were going to stop. I couldn't believe how this evening had transpired. "Are you in a hurry?" she asked batting her eyes. "No. Are you?" "No." "I'm sorry, you know something, and I haven't even introduced myself. My name is Jeff." "Nice to meet you, Jeff," she took my hand firmly, "My name is Anastasia." "Anastasia?" "Yes, very common Russian name," she smiled. "Well, not common here. It's a beautiful name, and so are you, might I add." Anastasia giggled in response, "You are kind." "You know, I was thinking. I'm more thirsty than anything. Can I buy you a drink before we go home?" "Yes, I would like that." I helped her grab one of her bags and walked with her back into the airport baggage claim area and then took the escalator up to the hotel floor on site. Anastasia stood in front of me, holding her bag in front of her, giving me a straight on view of her ass. She was a tiny girl, but in just perfect proportion. Her Capri pants held her curves elegantly. I'm such an ass man, it's not even funny, as I will inevitably peer at a woman's can no matter what they look like. It doesn't matter how old they are, what they look like, if they are brunette, blonde, red...all of those descriptors do not hold much weight with me. From a physical standpoint, it's the tail that matters. As we rode the escalator in silence, Anastasia turned to meet my gaze on her hind a couple of times, smiling back at me in subtle reassurance, it seemed. She must know, all women know. If it's an intuition thing or just a heat- related sensory nerve that gives women the wisdom to know that they are an object of lust...who knows? All I knew at the time is that I was starting to want to have Anastasia more than ever. I felt my cock begin to rise in my pants as we neared the step off point. We walked down a short carpeted aisle and turned left into the entrance of the onsite hotel. "This way," I instructed, walking with Anastasia as we turned past the registration desk and entered the hotel lobby lounge. I picked a seat in the corner of the lounge and motioned to Anastasia where we settled in. We smiled at each other and each one of us sighed. Then we laughed out loud as our simultaneous action and response connected the moment of otherwise awkwardness. "What do you like to drink?" "Usually beer, but tonight, I am up for something a bit more stiff," Anastasia teased, "I think I will have a vodka sour." "You like stiff drinks?" I looked back at her, smiling devilishly. "I like stiff things," Anastasia corrected, I felt her leg move softly up and down my calf. Just then, the lounge wait staff had appeared, asking what we would like. "I will have a gin and tonic and she will have a vodka sour, please." I didn't even look at the woman taking our drink orders; I just continued to gaze at Anastasia. She was licking her lips now in a seductive game of excitement. My dick was rousing quickly to the sexy sight of her. "I have never cheated on my husband." "And I have never cheated on my wife." "Good, just as long as we understand one another." Her leg continued to massage my calf, as I eagerly leaned closer and took hold of her thigh. Moving my hand along it's length and sliding it over her inner thigh. "It has been over a year since I have made love." "I'm sorry to hear that." "I just miss him a lot." "I certainly understand." "So, you're okay with a one-night stand?" "With a beautiful woman like you, yes, of course." Anastasia blushed, "You are too kind." "I aim to please, especially since you said you like stiff things." I grabbed a hold of her hand under the table as she moved closer to me in response and placed her hand on the throbbing length in my pants. "My, I do like that!" Meanwhile, our drinks arrived. We took hold of them and I motioned for a toast. "To us, if only for a short while." "Yes, to us," she responded, clinking her glass against mine. We took a quick sip and Anastasia noted, "Do you need to phone your wife?" "Oh, thank you, no. I told her that I wouldn't be in until late this evening. I usually go out with my office mates after a trip. She's used to that. But thanks for being concerned." "Certainly. I am a bit nervous though. I have never done this before." "Yes, I understand completely." We pushed back our drinks quickly and ordered another round and finished those just as fast. I paid the bar tender and we about bolted to the registration desk. Anastasia stood behind me. My hands shook as I signed the agreement and took the room key. "Room 512, sir. Enjoy your stay." "We certainly will," I smiled eagerly at Anastasia and followed her to the elevator. When the doors closed, she moved against me and looked up at me as I met her lips with mine in unrestrained passion. My hands quickly circled behind her, working up and down her back as her small hands grabbed a hold of my back as well, pulling her tiny body closer to mine. Anastasia's soft lips blossomed against mine, opening like a spring flower. Our tongues met and intertwined as the elevator rose. Thank goodness that it never stopped until we reached the fifth floor as our clothes started to be removed. By the time the doors opened, Anastasia had unbuttoned more than one-half of my shirt and her hair was a mess. I followed her closely down the hall until we reached our room door and after hurriedly opening it, we dragged our bags inside and slammed the door briskly behind us. The look on Anastasia's face was something like I've never seen. Gone seemed the look of innocence and sweetness. Replacing those child-like characteristics was intense passion and heavy lust: a woman in heat. She stood at the foot of the bed awaiting me to lunge at her like a wild animal romping on its prey. She kicked off her shoes, unzipped her tight Capri pants and had just about ripped her shirt off when I was doing the same. I kicked off my shoes, unbuttoned the rest of my shirt and pulled my slacks off when I was free enough to tackle her and pull her delectable body down with mine onto the bed, cushioning our fall together. "Jeff, are you going to make love to me or are you going to fuck me?" Anastasia quietly asked, looking deeply into my eyes. "How about a little of both?" I replied. "Sounds good to me!" Anastasia cooed. I had her long red-tinted hair in my hands as I ran my fingers all along the sides of her scalp, pausing to brush her hair away from her face as our tongues met and continued to dance in the darkness of the room. I pulled back and switched on the bed-side light. "Oh, no. Lights off," Anastasia scolded. "Baby, I want to see you. Your sexy body and how we move together. I want to see it all." "Okay, I guess it is okay." We returned to one another, groping for one another, our arms and legs flailing spastically and then intertwining seductively upon connecting with each other's limbs. Her body was firm and doll-like against my athletic build. The touch of her skin was like satin and silk, as her taught breasts, still housed in her yellow lace bra rubbed up and down my chest. Our loins met briefly as her mound rubbed delightfully against my hardened cock. "Oooh, that feels nice." "You have no idea," I replied, hungrily reaching for her mouth with mine. She pushed me away slightly and offered her neck to me, which I greedily accepted, planting kiss after kiss down the side of her outstretching nape. She was on top of me now, her legs spread wide like a bird, entrapping me below her as she continued to hump me through her thin panties. I grabbed a firm hold of her creamy ass and massaged each of her tight globes with my curious hands. She seemed to really like this as her gasps informed. I looked up at her and she was arching her back, pushing her pelvis into mine as her head snapped back and she began to moan. I swiftly pulled her bra up and over her firm tits. As they fell out of their housing, I quickly palmed one of them as my mouth went over the other, tonguing her hardened nipple with pleasure. "Oh, that feels...good!" Anastasia announced. "Here, spin around," I instructed, pushing her to face away from me, while pulling her hips to face me. I peeled her thong down after admiring her tight rear end and lowered her crotch over my face. Her pussy was already wet as I pulled her sopped thong down and away from her tight caverns. I got the material down to her knees when she lifted one leg and removed it from the thong. Now I had full access and pulled her ass down towards my face. I stuck my tongue out to receive her beautiful pussy lips which hovered just inches from my awaiting mouth. Her pussy was beautiful. Wisps of short brown hair surrounded her snatch and she was neatly trimmed. I loved the look of her and couldn't wait to taste her juices. To no surprise, her pussy tasted like heaven. Her musky warm wetness surrounded me as I ran my tongue over the length of her dark slit and over her smooth taint. Anastasia was quick to the rescue of my cock down below as I felt her open the folded fly of my boxers and pull the hardened length out of its frustrated hold. "Oh my, I thought you might be big, but he is enormous!" Like a fly on potato salad, she was immediately on my cock. Taking my length into her open mouth, she muffled as she began working on him. I tried to break my pleasured surprise and focus more on Anastasia's folds, as my tongue continued to work around her tight opening. In and out I thrashed my tongue, forcing her tight doors open with my free fingers; I located her wet shiny pink inner sanctum and drilled my outstretched tongue eagerly into her shimmering folds. Her body bounced on my face with entrenched surprise as I pushed back up towards her downward pulses, meeting her delicate flesh with my accommodating tongue and mouth. Lapping her outer labia now, I enjoyed the audible sounds of her soft cries of pleasure. "Oh that feels...so...good," Anastasia breathed, pausing to reply. "I'll lick you all night, you taste so goddamn sweet!" I yelped, returning to work on her swelling pussy lips. I had her folds stretched open with my fingers now, holding her bay doors open to allow my tongue unrestrained access as I worked in and around her velvet pouch. Simultaneously, she was working my swollen cock in and out of her tightening mouth, working my shaft with her dainty hand, while licking and sucking my cock head, devouring it deep into her throat as she bobbed up and down on my stiff rod. Her mouth felt like soft silk against my alert skin, feeling every single action of wetness and motion. Her action on me side-tracked my focus on her and I quickly had to switch positions with her, as to not loose my intention of pleasuring the hell out of Anastasia. Casually, I pulled away and rolled her gently on to her side where she realized my intention and like clockwork, had spread her legs wide so I could get in between them and return to licking her dry. She was on her back now as I maneuvered between her outstretched legs and returned my mouth and tongue to her wondrous mound. I focused on her clit now as I sucked it into my mouth and lapped her inner labia to coincide with the soft probes of my fingers as I slid in and out of her glorious hole. My cock was at full mast now and ready, as was she. "Jeff, put it me...I am ready," Anastasia signed ecstatically. "Okay, baby," I responded, pushing myself upright. I leaned back on my haunches now, and kneeled over her outstretched body. I took my hard member into my hand and placed it over her as she leaned forward and gave my mushroom head a few more licks for good measure. She then leaned back flat on the bed and awaited my entry as she circled around her clit, rubbing it seductively. Anastasia then grabbed both of her heels and pulled them towards her head, rocking back on her lower back, stretching her pussy and pelvis towards me and into the air as she spread her legs wide. Her pussy opened like a delicate flower and sparkled brilliantly with its natural juices and my recent conjoined saliva. I instinctively ripped open the condom package I had and slipped the rubber over my hard prick. I didn't want to get her pregnant, of course, since I had no idea what this chick's background was, I wasn't going to take any unnecessary risks either. Teasing her a bit, I rubbed my latex-covered cock head over her mound now, pushing it in between her outer lips as I slid easily between her supple flesh folds. She was close to boiling point as her breathing rate increased to a soft pant and her audible moans became increasing in rate and in level. "Get him inside, please," she whimpered. I didn't respond. I just looked at her with intent and pushed my head into her outer banks and watched my length glide silently into her as my head disappeared from view. "Oh, yes!" Anastasia cried. "Feel good?" "Yes, oh yes!" I began slowly pumping in and out of her now, my cock slipping into her depths without pause. Her lips parted easily for my presence and wrapped around my girth without hesitation. As I dove in and out of Anastasia's honey box, her pussy walls surrounded me, and clenched onto my rod like a tightening vice. In and out I rode with glory as her body arched and collapsed in front of me. "I wish you could see this...my cock pulsing in and out of your tight box." Anastasia leaned forward as my dick pushed and pulled within her. She caught some action as her lips folded in on themselves with my thrusts and spread apart, milking the sides of my length with its removal. "Doesn't that look incredible?" "Yes, but it feels even better," Anastasia responded greedily. I kept this action up for a little while more, until I felt the edge come along and wanted to go as long as possible without dumping my load into her prematurely. So, I stopped and pulled my dick out of her confines and laid back. Instinct took over and Anastasia sat up and pulled a leg over to straddle me. Lowering herself down now, she pulled her soaked labia apart as she guided her pelvis over mine, lowering herself into position eagerly. With a simple focused push, I was back inside her as her cavern accepted my penis with unrestrained delight. She bounced on me now quickly as my rod rammed in and out of her tight honey pot, slipping between her satin ribbed pussy walls. She slowed in pace and as her motions went down, she ground her hips and gyrated them against the base of my penis, bringing untold sensation to her outer folds as well as to her inner privates simultaneously. She groaned loudly in receipt. "Oooh. Fuck yeah...oh...oh...fuck...oh, yeah!" I grabbed onto the sides of her delicate hips and thrust back up into her as her body slammed down on me. Her continual hip rotation was driving me crazy now as my cock was twisted up and down, side to side and back and forth deep within her pleasure cave. "Oooh, right there...yes...Oh, God!" she screamed. I pushed back up at her, pushing and pulling my dick as quickly as I could now, hoping to bring her off faster than me. My plan worked as I felt her walls tighten against my length now and her wetness became even more slick as she rode herself to the point of no return. Grabbing her ass, I pounded and pushed back at her, watching my dick continue in and out of her wet pussy at a lightning fast rate. Her pussy walls flexed and grasped at me as her climax came and thundered through her slight shuddering body. Anastasia's back arched as her slender breasts stood away from her and her hair flowed behind her, slapping against the back of her shoulders. "Oh God, I am going to cum!" she announced loudly, grinding her slender hips back at me, milking my cock for all it was worth. "Fuck yeah, baby! Fuck me!" "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes!" Anastasia hollered as her body twitched and writhed over me, her hair flailing violently above me with the snapping action of her face and torso. Delightfully for me (and her), I was still a little ways from my pending orgasm as I pulled myself out of her. Anastasia collapsed on the bed, reeling from her incredible climax, as I rolled her onto her side and slid along side behind her. She pushed her ass towards me as I inserted my dick into her recovering pussy and began to pump her from behind. She responded gratefully and pushed her ass firmly out against me, giving me easier access to her collapsing hole as I slid into her. She laid there motionless, basking in the fever of her afterglow. This position was always a challenge for me, no matter who I was with. There never seemed to be good enough traction or leverage, so my erection was starting to subside a bit. I pulled my length out of her and rolled away. "Mind if I fuck you from behind?" "Not at all," Anastasia replied, rolling over onto her hands and knees, she raised her ass high in the air and arched her back, pushing her ass even higher up. I got up behind her and pushed down on my outstretched member, guiding him into her tight slit once again. "Goddamn, you have a nice ass." "You like it?" she sighed, looking back at me and smiling from the base of the mattress. "Fuck, yeah...it looks so firm and tight." "It is and I am glad you like my ass," she smirked and winked at me, as I guided my prick against her loosened glory hole. My cock glistened with her pussy juices as I pushed my mushroom head against her outer folds, watching it slide over her pussy and ass crack. I licked one of my fingers and touched it against her rosebud as she gasped in response. "Yeah, stick your finger in my ass!" "Really?" "Yes, I love your finger in my ass while you ride me!" Anastasia heaved as she bucked her hips back against my outstretched finger. I pushed my finger into her dirt hole and watched her surprised response. She had taken a startled breath and had opened her mouth in a gasp as I pushed my digit well into her brown eye. Next I grabbed my cock with my free hand and guided it back into her well lubricated slit. I watched with delight as both extremities worked in unison in and out of her private holds. My free hand wrapped around her midsection to give me stability as I pumped my rod in and out of her slippery pussy. Anastasia moaned again in response as I slid my length in and out of her easily. With each slow entrance, I gained depth as her pussy swallowed more of my rod with each push. I felt my head hit against her cervix as my balls slapped slightly against her outer lips. "Wow, I'm in deep," I remarked, witnessing the unbelievable sight below me. "Yeah, I love your cock in me," Anastasia remarked, spreading her legs apart. I worked my finger in and out of her asshole with ease now, as she responded in delight, breathing heavily with each of my motions. I pulled my finger out of her ass now, and moved my hands around to her ass cheeks. I then pushed her cheeks apart to watch the eye-opening action in between her legs as I stroked easily between her flesh divide. I slowed my penetrations now, as I felt my edge nearing fast. Anastasia was going wild again, breathing uncontrollably as I slid into her without much resistance. Her back arched haphazardly as she bucked her delightful hips back towards my pulsating cock. "Oh God, I am going to cum again!" Anastasia yelped. "Really?" "Bozhe moi!" "What?" "Fuck me!" she explained. "Oh yeah!" "Yes! Keep fucking me!" she growled, looking back at me with lust. She laid down, flat on the surface of the bed now, taking my heaving body with hers as she pressed against the sheets, pulling a fistful of the cotton white material towards her aching figure. She splayed her legs apart, illuminating her tight ass and open sexy innards, as she lurched forward. I kept plummeting as deeply as I could into her tight crotch, feeling the cleft of her ass slap against me as I drove into her. "God, you are tight!" I grunted, pushing into her with all of my might. "Yeah?" "Fuck!" I barked. She lifted her ass into the air again and I followed her up as she moved, somehow maintaining intimate contact with her. I picked up the pace and pushed deep into her tight cavern, relishing in the sight of my length being swallowed eagerly by her sumptuous figure. As my cock exited her tight grasp, her inner pussy lips showed bright pink with excitement and her pussy juices oozed eagerly out of her confines, dripping down the length of her inner thighs. At the sight of this action, I doubled my pace and pushed my pulsating cock deep inside of her, forcing her walls open, while I hammered in and out of her like a crazy fool. She lifted her ass up towards me again, while I pushed down and in on her and her body went into convulsions. "Oooh, right there!" Anastasia cried. "Fuck, yeah!" I growled, as I stuck my finger back into her ass and twisted it wildly inside her, rotating it around and around. "Oh! Oh, my God!" she yelped again, helplessly. I pushed two more times into her folds and my dick twitched as my balls retracted and with a few violent squirts and spasms, my load was planted well inside her as I pulled my convulsing cock out of her depths, ripping off the condom, and spewing the remainder of my cum onto her ass checks. "Excellent!" I exclaimed as I collapsed on top of her. The saltiness of our sweat was bitter as I licked the back of her neck. My sweat had dripped without pause onto her back, as her own primal cooling system had engaged and was beading droplets of her own down the base of her neck, along her forehead and down the long side of her back. We were, in a word, a dripping mess. I paused a moment, rubbing my softening penis into the crevice of her ass globes, watching my purple headed monster twitch with delight as I slid it around her cheeks, stopping to slap it against her outstretched ass flesh. "Wow that was fantastic!" Anastasia sighed, as I rolled over and collapsed into the soft mattress supporting us below. She leaned over and kissed me gently as I returned her advances. Our lips met and hungrily worked over one another's salty orifices. "Think you will be ready to go again, soon?" she slithered. "With you? Yes, certainly," I whispered, feeling the weight of my eyelids grow increasingly heavy. "Good," was the last word I heard her speak. ##### I awoke to a strange buzzing sound. "What the...?" I opened my eyes to see Anastasia slowly insert a thin vibrating dildo into the base of her ass. She sat in front of me and eagerly pushed the plastic tool in and out of her tight back door as I watched in complete awe. "Where did you...?" "No questions...just watch," Anastasia instructed, as my eyes grew wild and then focused on the intense action taking place before me. Anastasia bucked her hips as she squatted in a prone position before me. Her feet and her outstretched hand were the only extremities in play to keep her balance as she heaved her incredible formed figure up and
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down on the buzzing stick stretching her tight bung hole. She worked it in and out of her tight rear hole like a pro, pausing to relish its effect every now and then as she kept a piercing watch on my reaction and looked into my eyes with increasing desire. "I hope you like what you are seeing." "Yes," I choked, still in awe of the sight of her in front of me, working her dildo in and out of her rosebud. "I like it in my ass and before we go, I want you to nail me there, if you don not mind," Anastasia sighed, the vibrator obtaining its desired heightened affect within her. "'If I don't mind?' Hell, no. It's just that not many chicks have wanted it there." "They do not know what they are missing," Anastasia gritted. As she worked the tool in her tightness, I took hold of my cock and pulled it, pumping it with my hand, bringing it back to life. I thought of all of the previous girlfriends and one-night stands I had fucked in the past and not one of them wanted me to fuck them in the backdoor. I was so disappointed for so long. Even my current wife would not allow me anywhere near her rectum, even after we had discussed the option and she agreed to try it before we were married. I couldn't blame her though. She was willing to try just about anything besides that. She also gave me incredible blow jobs whenever I wanted and she swallowed to boot. Like I said, I didn't have much room to complain. But Anastasia was a different story. She WANTED it and wanted it bad. "When I am ready, I don not want you to use a condom, okay?" "Sure," I gleamed. "I want to...feel...every drop of your load...deep in my ass...okay?" "All right!" I exclaimed, feeling my dick come to full attention again, wanting to plant my rod deep into her awaiting ass crack. "I am almost there!" she squealed. Moving the humming dildo in and out of her asshole faster now as she began to moan and sigh like before. My dick was rock hard again as I continued to watch her move the enviable soft rubber in and out of her tightly gripping hole. "I see that you are ready too," Anastasia smiled, eying my rigid member with a lustful gaze of desire and accomplishment. "Yeah," I huffed, eager to plant her in the ass. "Have you ever fucked a woman in the ass before?" Anastasia questioned, looking back to analyze my response. "No, unfortunately, not." "That is too bad...for them, I mean...you are in for a treat," she giggled. "That, I am!" I replied with new found energy. "Follow me," she commanded, jumping off the bed, walking towards the adjacent bathroom. Like a minding puppy dog, I was right behind her, watching her tight ass flex in the dimly lit hotel room. When we got to the threshold of the bath, she turned on the bright light and our eyes took a moment to adjust to the brightness. Anastasia went immediately to the vanity and took hold of the edge of the sink and leaned forward, exposing her well-formed ass to my wandering eye. "Now, get that shampoo and smear it all over my little hole and on your cock," she instructed. I obeyed immediately and tore into the shampoo, spilling a heaping amount into my hand. I greedily rubbed it on my dick and then put more into my hand and worked it into her ass crack as she directed. "That is good...Just keep...working it...into me." She heaved, my fingers stretching into her muscular tight-clenched hole now. Her dildo had opened her up quite a bit to my surprise, as she asked how her asshole had looked. "It feels open. Is it?" I looked down at the tiny hole accepting my two fingers now; her flexing entry was now wrapped tightly but elegantly against my invading digits. The soap had slicked her awaiting hole up a bit, allowing my fingers to glide in and out of her winking eye hole nicely. It was a dirty, but incredible sight to see, as my fingers worked in and out of her, loosening her tight muscle in the process. "Yeah, it's getting there," I coached, maintaining a watchful eye on her taboo hole as it stretched open with my continued probes. "God, it feels good," she sighed, "I cannot wait until you put your dick in my ass." "I can't wait either, baby," my penis growing even larger in eager response to her delightful words. Anastasia's ass was now stretched wide open as I peered up into her seam. Her hole was around the diameter of a nickel now. I imagined that my cock head would do the rest as I pushed it into her dirt box. "Put it in when you are ready," Anastasia coached, leaning up against the side of the sink, bracing her tight body against the front of the vanity. She brought her arms around her sides as her body lurched forward and she pulled her ass cheeks apart seductively, revealing her stretched awaiting entry hole. Her taboo hole was deep and dark, surrounded by a pink-colored rim of soft flesh. Her cavern's side walls were ribbed with firm muscle tissue, pulled wide open to accommodate my organ. "I'm going to love this!" I exclaimed as I watched her outstretched dark hole, flexing in front of me, patiently waiting to be ravaged by my hungry cock. "Stick it in me deep," Anastasia commanded, watching me in the mirror as I rubbed up against her. She was on her tip toes now, her waist resting firmly against the top of the sink counter as she longed for the impalement of my hard member. I pushed up against her and grabbed my pulsing cock and pushed my mushroom head into the opening of her stretched cavern. With a little shifting, I had implanted the top portion of my cock head into her outer ring. "That is it," she sneered, her reflection peering with great anticipation at me. I pushed a little harder and watched as the front end of my dick was swallowed slowly by Anastasia's tight ass. "Oh my God," I whispered, watching the sight of my penis disappearing into Anastasia's intimate doorway. Her ass muscles gripped me and held me in place with incredible strength, wrapping a firm hold around my impaling staff. "Yes," she cooed, "Get it all the way in." I pushed into her more and felt the soap help slip my cock further into her gaping ass. I felt her muscles balk a bit and flex to accommodate more of my length as I continue to thrust my dick into her. "This is amazing," I stated, watching more of my cock inch slightly into her bowels. "I like watching you fuck my ass," Anastasia grunted, staring intently at me through the mirror as I pushed further. A few more pushes and my dick was fully inside of her rectum now as I began to rock back and forth inside of her clenching sphincter. It felt amazingly tight and close as I inched my way in and out of her tight hole with easing resistance. As I moved, her ass opened more and more as I pushed and pulled my way in and out of her. "Do you like fucking my ass?" Anastasia asked, glaring intently. "Fuck, yeah!" I replied, watching my rigid pole more quickly in and out of her dilating tail pipe. I held on to her hips for a while as I adjusted my angle and penetration speed, then I moved up to her breasts and held firmly to her subtle firm globes as I continued to pound slowly into her depths, tweaking her nipples from time to time as my cock rocketed into her. "Your cock...it...feels...so good!" she stammered, as my thrusts continued. "I'm glad," I responded, "Your ass is gripping me like a fist!" "You like it?" "Goddamn yeah! It's nice and tight!" "Ooh, I thought you would like my tight asshole." "Yeah, I wouldn't think otherwise," I breathed, trying to once again prolong my inevitable sperm dump. "Fuck, it feels nice!" she whimpered as I continued to drive deep into her squeezing hold. I was pulling her cheeks apart now, meeting her hands in the process, watching with continued desire as my dick pummeled into her. She glared at me through the mirror, watching every motion as I looked back at her. Our eyes met and focused on one another as our passion built to untold levels. Anastasia's breathing was unbridled as my cock thundered in and out of her now. I continued to stare deeply into her lusting hazel eyes as her mouth made wide open 'O' formations and her body shook with intensity. She bucked her hips back at me, meeting my inward driving thrusts with outward ones of her own. My cock was fully buried deep inside her ass opening now as my nuts slapped lightly against her outer pussy lips. I moved my hands around and in-between her outstretched legs, running them up and down her slender inner thighs. I then grabbed solid hold of her legs and pushed my member deeply into her asshole and pulled it out slowly. She yelped at my motions now as I pulled slowly and pushed abruptly, watching my dick slide quickly back inside of her fully stretched one eye. I looked at her reflection and she sneered and hissed with devil-like intensity as I continued to plow her ass. I took strong hold of her hips as she laid flat against the top of the vanity. I had full access to her as I hammered away, making long slow strides in and out of her incredibly open brown hole. Anastasia grunted with painful pleasure with each thrust. "I'm going to cum deep inside your ass, baby," I whispered as I thundered well into her ass, my balls slapping audibly against her labia now. "Yes," she hissed, watching me again in the mirror, closing her eyes from the motion as I buried myself into her tight hole. "Are you gonna watch me cum?" "Yeah," she whimpered. Without further warning, my balls retracted firmly and my dick went into overdrive as it lurched and spewed spurt after spurt of spunk into her tight bowels. I stopped thrusting and felt the glory of my orgasm overtake my body and send wave after wave of pleasure over my aching body. I left my cock buried in her tight box until every last drop of cum had launched deep into her ass crack. When my spasms had subsided, I pulled my sensitive purple- colored cock out of her ass, delighting in the large amount of cum that followed. The white creamy load was now dripping out of her asshole, oozing down her legs and pooling on the ceramic tile below us. "Wow," Anastasia breathed as she pulled herself away from the vanity top. "Yeah, you're telling me," I responded as I wiped the sweat from my chest and face and lowered the towel to sop up some of the latent cum on my softening dick. "Do you think I can call you again in about a year?" "When you're in need of a good fuck again?" "Yeah." "Sure, of course," I smiled, "but I hope it's sooner than a year!" Anastasia smiled and we laughed together. _This story follows on from Mother's Milk and Au Natural Mothers it may make more sense if you read those stories first._ * **Thursday.** Mood Ecstatic Today I have found a woman I love in all senses of the word. How can I describe her, she is the most wonderful woman in the world when she touches me my skin tingles and I grow so excited. I want to give her my body, want to give her my soul. She has told me to make a weblog for everyone to see and I am to fill it with every detail of our love and what I fantasise about. That is so easy since all my fantasies are about her, Candy the girl I always wanted to be with. To have her as my friend and now my lover. I want to give her my milk and have her lips wrap about my large, brown nipples and suck the liquid out of them as she plays with my vagina, no I will use the naughty word, I want her to play with my pussy. Sticking her long clever fingers deep into my hot wet pussy and massage the skin and then play with my clit and hear me scream as she sucks my tits dry. I want to feed from her milk and worship her pussy with my hands and if she lets me with my mouth. I want to to feel her cum as I suck on her and know that I made her feel raw pleasure. I want to worship her beautiful body. I feel so wet writing these words, I am playing with my pussy right now as I think of her and how she has made me so happy. My pussy seems so sensitive now I have met her again. I am so giddy with joy. The first time I ever felt anything about her was in college. I was twenty and everything was so new and wonderful. I remember when I saw her at college that day. It was at the pool and she was swimming laps. When I saw her rise from the water her body held tightly in her black one- piece racing bathers I wanted to go to her and beg for her to notice me and take me with her. I froze of course and my boy-friend wondered what was wrong but I couldn't tell him that I wanted the woman over there. Somehow I made my excuses and escaped into the change room only to watch her struggle out of the tight lycra cloth exposing her naked body to me. She looked so beautiful with her long athletic legs, tight stomach and long body, yet it is her breasts, her now milk-laden tits that excite me so. Once they had been firm and proud now they are tanned, large and tipped with large light-brown nipples they are so exciting to look at and when I touch them they feel so heavy to my tongue and mouth. When I first saw her she had firm breasts that were tipped by hard nipples that I wanted to suck on. Just to feel her milk swirl into my mouth is so erotic and satisfying. She seems to know how much I want from her and how much I want to please her. The thought of her next to me so I can touch her and she can touch me and I can see her breasts and touch them again. Oh just to think of them makes me cum, I am glad I have placed a towel on the chair I am sitting on, I am gushing so much. I could never be like her, my body is small and petite and I have been called me Mouse since school since that is my nature. My breasts are good now, they are full of milk and the nipples stand out so much and are so sensitive that just having my bra rub against them makes me hot and horny. Yet I don't dare tell my husband or before that my boyfriends of all the things I wanted them to do to me because then they would realise that I am really a very naughty girl. I still feel like that naughty schoolgirl still. Candy knows I am a naughty girl and she says that she will punish me for my naughtiness and make me be nice for her. Oh why do I have to wait for her correction to my naughtiness. I have always wanted to submit to someone stronger to myself. I remember wanting to touch her body then, this was the first time I had seen her naked and it was so exciting. I remember my pussy becoming wet with excitement. Other women were in the change room but I could only see her as she slung her towel over the shoulder and walked into the showers. Stripping my bathers off my body I joined her. I was naked with Candy and I watched as she allowed the body foam to suds up on her sponge and she washed herself. Then she turned to me and washed between her legs, I couldn't help myself and my eyes were riveted to the sparse V of hair there as she rubbed the sponge back and forth over it and then between it showing me her fleshy lips and I wanted to clean it for her and lick her there. It was like a blow to me that she turned away and I was shocked at my feelings for her. I made my way back to my boyfriend after she left and I made him take me back to his flat and fuck me hard that time. I think he was proud of himself that night thinking he was the reason for my multiple orgasms but it was Candy's body I saw as we made love. Oh he was good and I loved how he licked and sucked my pussy before he took my virginity with his cock. It hurt at first but I enjoyed it and the orgasm was fantastic but even as he made love to me I remembered Candy's naked body and how she has looked the water cascading and washing away the suds and exposing her pussy to me. My own pussy is covered in a thick hairy growth but Candy says that is naughty and she will shave it off tomorrow. How I tried to not think of Candy. It was wrong I know it is wrong to love another woman but I can't help it. I married my boyfriend and he is so kind and loving but he is not my lover whenever we make love I think of Candy, when I take his cock between my lips I think of Candy and imagine her with a cock that I am pleasuring with my body and I want to please her in all ways. I made love to my husband tonight because Candy told me that I must and it seemed so good when we did it, I think that is because Candy has told me that I am to love my husband. She has also made me a better mother since she has shown me how I can feed my baby. He has been such a trial but she was wonderful and I know I will cope since she wants to be my friend and I will be her lover!! * **Friday** Mood Over the Moon My whole body feels alive. I am Candy's good girl, she fed off me and she shaved me so I have no hair on my pussy and I am her girl. She allowed me to lick her between the legs after I had taken some of her milk and it tasted so good down there. It seemed that my life was so perfect when I was giving her pleasure. I must calm down but touching my shaved pussy is so exciting and I am rubbing myself now as I think of what we did, being shaved makes my pussy so sensitive and Candy has told me that I must not wear any panties anymore. I have thrown them out and it feels so strange when the wind blows under my skirt and touches me there. In fact I find it almost impossible not to touch myself there and I feel that my body is on fire all the time. She tasted so wonderful and she has promised me that she will taste me but I know she will also help me with all these things that I dream of doing. I want to feel her beside me again. It is like an addiction that I can not satisfy. I have decided that only she and my son can drink from my tits. They are hers and I want them for her alone though I know I must feed my son. So I have begun to express milk for bottles and as soon as I can try I will wean him so that only Candy can take my nipples into her mouth and drink from them. I want her to always want to feed from me just as she lets me feed from her. I was so nervous when I first touched her nipple with my mouth it seemed so hard and it felt more leathery than I thought it would but that is normal I have been told since the constant sucking toughens the skin. When the first drop touched my tongue it drove me to a frenzy of sucking and drinking. I didn't even notice that Candy had opened my legs and was rubbing along the lips down there and was thrusting a finger into me. I knew I came when she touched my clit but all I cared for were her breasts and the milk I sucked from her. When my husband came home tonight I fell on top of him and almost ripped his clothes off. He was surprised at first but when he felt me rub his cock in such an aggressive way and then bent across the table begging him to stick his cock into my pussy and fuck me hard. He quickly did what I wanted and he was so satisfying. Perhaps it was my shaved pussy or just that I am so excited about what Candy did to me and will do for me but I came when he entered me and he was so manly as he fucked me quickly and hard. Thank God the baby was asleep because I was groaning and cuming as he took me and I thought of Candy as he thrust his cock into me as he fucked me. When he came it seemed that his cock would pump cum into me forever and he seems so happy that I have become so responsive to our lovemaking. It was after this that he asked me about my newly shaved pussy but I passed it off as a fad and he said he liked it. I know he wonders why I have become like I have that is sexually demanding but when I tell him that I realised that I had been a bad wife and wanted to do better he accepted that. I love him but he doesn't excite me like Candy does. I must touch myself again before I go back to bed since the thought of her makes me so hot. * **Monday** Mood Pensive Where am I going? I want Candy so much, am I becoming obsessed by her? Am I foolish to do this? It was two days before I could see her, two days of hell as I tried to look after my family. They noticed no difference of course but I did and it worries me that all I can think of is Candy and her milk-filled titties. Today I was finally able to go back to her and I told her how I suffered when I was not with her. She told me that I was being a silly girl and that I was naughty, that I must love my husband and child. She was so stern and she was like that Miss Thatcher at school who scared me when she taught us. She made me take off my clothes after we had put the children to bed and instead of sucking my tits she made me bend over her lap and then she took a table tennis bat and began to spank me. It was so humiliating as she punished me, it has been over twenty years since this was done to me when my father found that I had stolen some of the housekeeping money. Even more humiliating was the fact I came as she paddled my ass, my juices gushed over her leg and she was telling me that I was like a little girl who hadn't learnt how to use the toilet but needed a nappy to stop me peeing everywhere though she knew it was because I was so excited by her disciplining me. At the end of of the spanking I was crying and I wanted to run away. But Candy wouldn't let me run away but held me to her allowing me to cry into her shoulder as she hugged and stroked me so that I could be comforted and I promised to do better with my family. I am so wet though with the thought of her spanking me and how it was really exciting and I think I can't be good for her since I am such a bad girl and need to be corrected and disciplined by her. Somehow as I was crying on her shoulders my lips slipped and touched her nipple, I latched onto it and began to suck deeply from it. Quickly her milk flowed into my mouth and I greedily gulped it down I felt her open my legs gently and it was wonderful when she touched my clit beneath its head. I lost myself in my cuming and in drinking her milk. It is so satisfying feeling like a little baby feeding at her tit and being without any cares other than pleasing her. When I was pushed away from her breast I burped like a baby and a little bit of her milk spilt from my mouth. As though she understood how I felt she patted my shoulder saying that I was her little baby and that she would teach me manners. I expected that she would want to feed from me then but she said no that we were going to do something wonderful. She led me out to her back yard naked like she was and told me that we were going to start sun-baking nude because we would look better for it. Finding a spot near her pool she lay down and told me to rub oil into her body. I can't describe the way her skin felt, it was so smooth and sexy. I loved the way her skin shone as I oiled it and I wanted to do this forever. Her ass is so firm and sexy, no it is a sensual object, something to be loved and worshipped. It is toned like and athletes and has a slight tan to it. I didn't tell her but I wanted to lick between her cheeks and kiss her hole. I am such a naughty girl, I can't think of anything except sex when I am with her. She did let me lick between her toes when I oiled her legs and calves after I begged her. All the time when I was doing that my pussy was dripping with juice and I was spilling milk from my filling breasts. When Candy saw this she licked up the drops from it and then made me oil her front. I wanted to come right then but knew I must keep control of myself until Candy told me that I could cum. It was almost too much to keep any control of my body but I kept telling myself that I must be a good girl for her and do as she wants me to do. I know she knew what I was thinking because when I finished she made me lie down on a towel and began to rub my body with oil. She excited me deliberately telling me how beautiful I was and how I turned her on and that she wanted to give me a very special present. Telling me to turn over she massaged my pussy and made me cum as she told me that I was her good girl. She kept saying to me that she wanted her baby to cum. I shuddered with such delight was my pussy came for her but she didn't stop her actions when I came so that I would become excited again for her. Then she was turning from me and when she turned back she was holding a thin silver pencil and smiling down at me, she promised me that she was going to make me beg her to stop from cuming. Then taking her love pencil as she called it onto my wet lips. Then she turned on the vibrator so that it made a soft hum and began to use it to write over my pussy as though it was a pen. Drawing it over my bare pubis and then along the wet lips and then she held it steadily on my trembling clit as I groaned and softly screamed as orgasm after orgasm ripped through my arching body. I don't know how long it took but I was soon begging her like she told me I would do, to take away the device that was making my body writhe and convulse. Smiling into my face she halted my begging by thrusting her milk-laden teat into my mouth and waited for me to do what I wanted to do. I hungrily took the offered teat and began to suck it with a passion that I can not describe. I drowned in her sweet milk that filled my mouth. Then I stopped as she took both teat and vibrator away. Dazed I could not even think about what had happened to me. Then it was her legs either side of my head as she lowered her sparsely covered pussy onto my lips. As they touched my lips my tongue dipped and ravaged that silky flesh, piercing the gaps between them I touched the hot quivering flesh underneath those fleshy curtains. Gushing nectar filled my mouth as she came. As I licked and sucked my Candy's body I felt a hard object being eased into my pussy and pulling my lips open. Opening my legs further she thrust her love pencil deep into my pussy and began to pump it between my legs. It was like a small cock was fucking me. Then she changed it for something thicker and longer and my body sung with pleasure. It was my complete joy, my sweet Candy was fucking me with her cock, she was taking my body and making it hers. While she fucked me with what could only be a dildo I felt her fingers rubbing hard at my clit so that I came hard and often with her lovemaking. Between her thrusts and between my licking her lips I screamed my pleasure at her act. I am normally so restrained, so in control but I was screaming and demanding her to fuck me hard, to push that dildo into me harder and deeper than ever before. I wanted her to fuck me harder than my husband had ever fucked me. I was my true self, a slut, as she fucked me and made me beg for more. My body shook as I came and I felt Candy cum over my mouth, as I licked her pussy. I reached with my fingers and pressed and played with her clit feeling her body pulse with passion and pleasure. Then the pleasure changed from an intense pleasure to an intense pain as my body could take no more. Screaming for her to stop we broke apart. I was panting with exhaustion and I ached to have her inside me again but my body demanded a rest. I can't tell you how much happiness shot through my body as she embraced me and caressed me softly that sexy smile on her face and whispered that I was so beautiful but we needed to look after our babies and I should go home. I was intolerably sad as I went home but Candy made me promise to come back on Wednesday so we could sun-bathe together again as well as do other things but I was also to fuck my husband tonight so he wouldn't think I was cheating on him. When the front door closed behind me it was all I could do not to weep at leaving her. * **Monday Night** Mood Hopeful I can only think of Candy tonight and I remember each touch of her body on mine. When my husband came home I virtually jumped on him, I imagined it was Candy and that she was here. I virtually ripped off his clothes and pushed him onto the bed and held him down as I climbed on top of him. I wouldn't let him touch me, that is for Candy not him but I licked his nipples as I slipped his cock into my pussy all the time imagining it as the dildo Candy fucked me with. I imagined that I was licking Candy's nipples and that she was so excited. I held him down as his cock slid in and out of my pussy and imagined Candy telling me that I was a slutty little girl and that I was to be punished soon. When he came he grunted and thrust his cock into me and I felt his cum jet into me but I was thinking of her when he did it and wanted it to be her when I came. When we had finished I needed a shower to wash his smell off me. Then it was writing about my day on this Blog knowing that my beloved Candy will be reading this. I can't wait until Wednesday.
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It's tough in a recession; all the jobs at the top of the food chain get squeezed so the most skilful of employees take jobs they are overqualified for. This then cascades down the ladder until you get to my level: a supervisor at engineering plant. When I was made redundant and went looking for work, it was almost impossible to get a similar job. After all, who is going to employ someone to be a supervisor when they could get a skilled manager or even a deputy manager for the same money? Fortunately, my redundancy pay more than paid off my small mortgage, so all I needed to earn was enough to eat – at least until the economy picked up – and found a part-time job in a small "boutique" that specialised in exotic ornaments and furniture as well as the largest scented candle section I've ever seen! The pay was reasonable and I got plenty of hours; I could work until the closing time of 7pm as I didn't have a family, and it was only the photography student, Sara, and myself that didn't mind the unsociable hours. Sara was a bright and vivacious girl, and worked most evenings after her University lectures; the photography kit she required (or wanted) was expensive and her part-time employment enabled her to buy the best lenses for her costly Canon camera. We got to talk most evenings, as while the shop would have a flurry of customers at around 6pm, by half-past it was deserted. We laughed and joked and forged a good relationship – despite the fifteen year age gap "I need your help," she asked me as I watched a young mother leave the shop with two metal tea-light holders. She smiled sweetly at me and played with her long red hair that rested on the top of her bosom. The first two buttons on her flowery yellow blouse were undone, and her soft, pleading eyes begged me into compliance. "I'm doing a portfolio for Uni and I need some subjects." Her voice wavered slightly as she spoke and she gulped nervously. "Right... ummm..." I was thrown by her anxiousness and watched her trembling hands; she was a confident woman and I had never seen her nervous about anything! "It's a nude portfolio," she admitted. "And I need naked... people!" I laughed at first, but she was serious and more than a little upset that I had found her request amusing. I just didn't see what was appealing about a slightly overweight, completely undesirable and almost unemployable man in his mid-thirties. There are loads of us around and she only needed to approach any rugby player on a Friday night to get all the nudity her camera lenses could handle. "It needs to be structured and... well, a bit classy," she replied to my suggestion; I laughed again, this time more out of nervousness. Did she really want me to strip naked for her? She was deadly serious, and despite her "regret" that she could not pay me for access to my naked body (!) I agreed to it before I got time to think it through. I am a sucker for a damsel in distress and Sara was begging me for assistance; I just said "yes, OK" before I had had time to consider the request. "Just no full frontal!" "No, sure," she sighed and bit her lip. "We'll just have to be creative then." Twenty-four hours later we were together in the shop, the location of the "shoot," and Sara had brought one of her cameras to work. She allowed me to see her camera bag as she walked past me with a cheeky smile at 4pm and then said nothing, but as our colleagues departed to go home, until it was just us two, she gently reminded me. There was a playfulness about her and as she went to the till, I felt her hand rub me on my sides; nothing much, but just a reassuring and slightly affectionate touch. I'm no exhibitionist, and as the customers started to dry up and the clock needle approached 7pm, I began to get excited and nervous at the same time. Sara rubbed her hands with glee. "Can we get started?" "It's not 7pm yet," I replied indignantly and pointed at the clock behind me. "Well not quite." She tutted; I had seconds to go and she shook her head, before retrieving her camera from the staff room. The wait was agonising and my heart pumped angrily in my chest. My fingers tingled in anticipation and every thud on the stairs from the staff room to the shop echoed loudly in my mind. I half-wished that she got upstairs and found that the batteries weren't charged or that she didn't have the right memory card, but the beautiful student appeared in the doorway to the shop with a wide grin and a large camera. "Guess it's time," I murmured, and she didn't disagree with me. "What do you want me to do?" I robotically asked and gulped; the air was thick with my anxiety and she seemed to be oblivious to my nervousness. "I want some bottomless pictures first," she told me, with a grin. "Make a statement against all the topless pictures that are so pervasive in our society, don't you think?" I nodded, not able to disagree with her artistic assertion, but was glad that there was a counter between us. I found myself smirking broadly like a creature from Alice in Wonderland, but inwardly screaming at the same time. What if our boss appeared unexpectedly? What if the Police turned up? What if...? "You having second thoughts?" She asked with a wry grin. "No!" I spluttered. "Not at all." Her eyes watched as I kicked off my shoes and slid my trousers (and underpants) down to my ankles; I was still behind the counter but she saw me lift them onto the wooden top and she scooped them into a big bag. "Oi," I argued. "I don't want stray underpants in the background of my pictures!" She countered and licked her lips. "And Mickey Mouse boxers?" "They were a present. From an ex." "I can see why she's your ex," Sara teased coldly and wiggled her finger for me to come out onto the shop floor. I hesitated and looked across the shop, as the door to the boutique slowly opened. "Sorry!" My friend called as my heart leapt in my chest. My knees bent instantly as a regular customer entered the small boutique. "We're closed." "I've just come to collect my special candles," the bustling woman called. "I've been waiting for two weeks and I got a call that they had come in." She stepped into the shop and must have seen the alarm on my face. "You there, don't just stand there like a lemon, get them for me!" Sara murmured something but just looked at me, willing me to say something, but I froze in panic: I could not go and get the candles as I was bottomless but "special orders" were normally kept underneath the till and I instinctively reached under the cash machine with my trembling hands. The awkward customer glanced at her watch. "And it's not even two minutes past. Honestly, two weeks I've been waiting for my Eucalyptus and Ginger candles, and..." Her annoyed voice trailed off as I put a bag containing a dozen candles on the counter and she strode over to me, glaring at Sara. I was glad Sara's initial awkwardness had attracted the ire of the woman, as her attention was not focused on my lack of clothing behind the serving counter! I clenched my buttocks: blind terror seized me and I gripped the side of the wooden top; Mrs Higginbotham was not going to see a half-naked man in the shop and not tell the manager. I pushed my body as close to the side of the counter as I could and bent my knees, so my T-Shirt covered every part of me that I thought was visible. The middle-aged woman checked the bag and then nodded towards me, fanning out a few banknotes on the counter. I glanced over at Sara smirking behind the customer, mentally guffawing at my predicament. I checked the receipt on the bag and then turned my waist, but not my body to the aged cash register to my left. I felt the white heat of her stare on my fingers as I tapped away uncomfortably at the keys, before passing her a few coins in change. I took a few deep breaths as she left the shop and turned to see Sara laughing uncontrollably, her hands pressed together as if she had prayed for that moment. "Oh, how did she not notice you?" "Or maybe she did!" I moaned, hyperventiliating. "And..." I was interrupted by the young lady who strode across the shop and locked the door firmly. My nerves were shot and appearing naked in the shop window suddenly felt a much bigger risk but Sara soothed my objections and raised her camera expectantly. After all, I had just served a customer half-naked, everything else would be a doddle! The student raised her eyebrows as I stepped out from behind the small counter and she licked her lips. "Stay there," she cried and snapped the first half- naked photograph of me since I was a mere toddler. I gulped, but my waist was hidden by a table-height candle display. Sara put me at ease with her calm voice, and nonchalant expressions, and used most of the props in the shop. The heaters had long since been turned off, and the cool evening drafts were not welcome against my exposed skin, but she always made sure there was something between my genitals and her camera, which helped me relax, before showing me the pictures on the back of her camera. It was gentle reassurance. My heart pounded in my chest every time someone walked past the shop door; it felt like we were so close to being discovered, and I just knew someone would call the Police if they saw us, but we were lucky and no-one paid two shop staff working after hours much attention as they scurried home from work or to their dinner dates. We were insignificant. Sara teased my shirt from my body and repeated many of her shots; a candle hiding my manhood or a small display or even just bending over a table to capture my rear end. She seemed so relaxed giving directions and teased playfully with my anxiety. "I'd really like some full frontal shots," she mused as I finished using a candle holder for a purpose it was not designed for. "It'll be great if I could get just one or two." "But it's vulgar," I moaned and put a table between myself and my friend. "It just wouldn't be right and I've ummm... well I've not got... well I'm..." "Oh! Men!" She cried with a smile. "What do I need to do to get you to come all out?" I laughed at her mannerism but she was serious and gestured wildly. I thought for a few moments. "Who's going to see this?" "Oh just people who look at my portfolio." I hummed for a moment, more out of a sadistic desire to tease the girl pushing her luck. "OK, if I get naked, will you do it?" She stared at me, expecting an answer as my eyes widened; was she serious? It had been a few months since I had last seen anyone naked and she giggled as I pondered her offer in disbelief. "Christ!" I murmured. "That's a yes then?" She surmised and without waiting for an answer, the young lady removed her dress to reveal a pair of lacy black knickers and a matching bra. I think I may have dribbled slightly as I gulped and stared open mouthed at her smooth body, and radiant skin. She turned away from me to unclip her bra and then slid her knickers to her dusty shoes, presenting me with the peachiest arse I had seen in a long time. I simpered in delight, but the naked girl picked up the camera and held it aloft. "Are we good to go?" My cock, already slightly swollen from the excitement of being naked, was now pointing at the ceiling and I fidgeted behind the counter. "Ummm!" "Ummmm?" She pouted with a gleeful smile. "Ohhh," she cried as it dawned upon her what my errant manhood was doing. "Have you got excitement issues?" I nodded at her, my face burning with embarrassment as she leant over the counter with a wicked smile, glancing down at my waist. "That's fine." "But..." She spoke in a commanding tone. "It's fine. It'll go or..." Her voice trailed off as she picked up a joss-stick from the display. "Or I will use my mini cane to beat the blood out of it!" I had no doubt she was joking, but the threat of kinkiness from the dominating woman did little to stem the tide of my erection. She coaxed me into the middle of the room and started taking pictures; my eyes focused on her hairless body, her delightful bosom, her flawless skin and her toned legs. She was sheer naked perfection and my cock was being teased by the very imagery she was presenting to me. I desperately wanted to disappear to the toilets for a "number three" but she refused. It took several minutes, but as my arousal faded to a non-erection, she started taking more photos. She promised me that they would be classy and tasteful but I had my doubts; what beauty is there in an overweight naked man? "All finished!" She cried as she had photographed me standing over her naked body and her camera. "You can get dressed now." "And you too," I joked but Sara just shrugged as she flicked through the images on the back of the Canon. "These'll look great on the 'net," she murmured. "The Internet?" I cried. "But..." "My portfolio. It's an on-line portfolio," she interrupted. "Didn't I mention it?" "No!" I cried indignantly. "So anyone can see it?" "Well that is the idea," she added with a smirk and then crossed her arms over her breasts as she studied my reaction. "Right, I can see you want to, take a picture of me then for the 'net." I made vague arguments but the elegant student slipped her camera over my head. "But I am choosing where they go." "Playboy?" Sara laughed. "No. There's a site with Naked Wednesday on it. All classy naked pictures of men and women, we could put them there." She sat on the counter of the shop with her legs dangling over the edge, leaning forward slightly. I felt my loins stir again as she blew me a kiss and I focused her expensive camera on the impossible coquette. "Stay there," I said as the camera clicked again, feeling a sense of power well up inside of me. "I want a few more. Let's have you in the window, like I was, and then bending over this table and..." She smiled broadly, but happily skipped from one pose to another, while I used her camera to take despite the myriad of settings on offer to me. I took almost 100 pictures of the young woman, who enjoyed being in front of the camera almost as much as being behind it. She seemed to enjoy posing, and blowing kisses or beaming at me, and I certainly enjoyed directing her naked body. We finished at around 8pm and she passed me my clothes to get reacquainted with them; they felt weird after spending an hour wearing nothing. "Thanks for all your help," she said as she put her shoes on her feet. She paused and stared at my expression for a moment, waiting for a response; what did she want from me? "I'm only going to grab a takeaway," she muttered. "You're welcome to join me. Choose the pictures to send to Little Miss for Naked Wednesday," she said with a gleam in her eye. I leapt at the chance and Sara's pictures were uploaded to the Naked Wednesday site that very night, much to her intrigue. She got several delightful comments when they were posted, and hundreds of page views to her portfolio. And as for me: well I got a takeaway pizza, a kiss, a new-found sense of enjoyment from being naked and a date with a photography student. All thanks to Naked Wednesday! Author's Note ============== _Naked Wednesday does exist and I was featured a few weeks ago; will you be that brave or not?_ It was the summer before my senior year of highschool, just days after my eighteenth birthday. My friends were out sunbathing near the springs or having sleepy sex in a tent during the early morning of a camping trip. Meanwhile, I was sitting nervously in my car, stalling for time by applying another layer of lipstick with my rearview mirror. I was wearing my most uncomfortable shoes and my hair was curled meticulously, falling over one of my shoulders. I must have looked stupid sitting in my parked car in the long driveway in front of the country house, but I allowed myself until exactly five minutes before my interview time before I got out. When the dreaded numbers finally appeared on my dashboard clock, I got out of the car and carefully picked my way up to the front porch, praying that my stilettos would not betray my balance. I rang the doorbell and felt an overwhelming urge to turn around and bolt back to my car. I couldn't tell if the feeling was instinct or irrationality. Before I could decide, one of the tall french doors swung open. A beautiful girl my age stood in front of me now, smiling with glossed lips and perfect teeth. "Hi!" she said in a friendly voice. "Hey-" I started, even more nervous at the sight of her. "Is this the right place? I'm here for a job interview, I saw an ad on Craigslist." "Yes!" she exclaimed. "That's my dad." I had no idea what to say so I just nodded, feeling my head bob awkwardly up and down for a little too long. The girl giggled and made a gesture at the foyer behind her, welcoming me into the house. I stepped over the threshold, trying my best not to trip while doing so. My body felt like it was about to fall forward at any second due to the height of my heels. "Nice house," I said plainly. The house was actually incredibly ornate. Where a country home would hang rustic signs of roosters on metal buckets, this home hung fine art in heavy wood frames. The stairs of the home were marble and spiraled three stories above our heads. A domed skylight bled white sun down into the foyer, soaking into the the cherry red wood floors. I could catch a glimpse of more stylish rooms beyond the foyer and my curiosity was piqued since this would be my new place of work if I was hired. "We just moved here," the girl said. "My dad's business has been really big lately." "Do you live here too?" I asked her, trying hard to formulate a sentence that sounded normal and didn't showcase my nerves. She raised her brows while smiling. "Yeah." "Ah," I responded, spiraling into another nodding session. "Oh, I'm Lynnae by the way," she said. She was holding onto one of the spindles of the staircase in either hand, displaying her slender body to me. She was barefoot, wearing short-shorts and a too-small t-shirt. Her pink phone case was sticking out of her back pocket. She was looking at me with happy but intense eyes. "My dad's name is Robb Sterne." "Oh," I said, trying to look away from her body. A tall older man with a salt and pepper beard appeared in the hallway to our left. "That will be all, Lynnae," the man said. Lynnae giggled and ascended the stairs, her bare feet slapping against the marble. The man removed his reading glasses and folded them, placing them in the breast pocket of his dress shirt. "Are you responding to the ad?" he asked. "Hi Mr. Sterne, I'm Jamie Hopkins," I said, carefully walking toward him with my hand extended for a shake. "Jamie," he repeated. "Lovely name for a lovely girl." To my surprise, he took my hand, turned it and planted a kiss on the back of my fingers. The soft tufts of his beard and mustache surrounded the warm sensation of his lips in a surprisingly pleasant way. I didn't have any time to voice my confusion however, because Robb said, "This way," and walked back into the hallway. I followed, anxiety once against shooting through my body. I didn't feel like running was an option any more. We have already been introduced after all, I thought. We entered a large office decorated in deep navy blues and accented with white. I sat in a wingback chair in front of the desk that was covered in files and sheets of paper. "I've just been so busy," Robb said shuffling the papers together rapidly. "No time for anything personal." He looked up and gave me a charming smile as if I was in on some kind of joke. I smiled back and watched him as his hands moved deftly through the stacks. I guessed his age to be late fifties. Despite this, his hair was a thick plumage of white and grey hair on his head that current released a single curl over his creased forehead. His eyebrows were thick over almond shaped dark eyes. His muscular arms were also covered in dark hair. I stared at his forearms, where his rolled up sleeves met his skin and I could feel myself start to blush. I had no idea that someone of his age could still look so...good. After a few more seconds of organization, he sat in a wingback chair of his own. He laced his fingers together over his trim stomach, looking over me with a sigh. Then he asked, "So. What made you respond to the ad?" "Ah," I felt completely lost. The unexpectedly handsome face across the desk seemed to drain all my answers out of my mind. "My parents made it clear that I'm no longer welcome in the house after graduation," I began. Robb held his hand up. "College?" he asked. "Highschool," I corrected. "But you're still," he paused. "Of age to work?" "Uh, yes," I said dumbly. I thought the age to work was fourteen in this state?, I thought to myself. Robb seemed satisfied with my answer and sat back again. "Sorry to interrupt." "It's okay," I said, searching my mind for what I was saying. "Um, so, yeah, I'll need a car and a place to live by next spring, so that's why I'm applying." Robb gave me a steady smile. "What makes you fit the job position?" he asked. My rehearsed answers finally came back to me. "I'm a hard-worker and I like to learn new things," I said with a smile. "Good," Robb said. "Any experience?" "Yes," I said, lying. "Good. And whom did you work for?" "My brother," I lied again. "Really?" he said, leaning forward. "And you...liked it?" "Yeah," I said, attempting a probable story. "I was reluctant at first but I knew I didn't have a choice," I feigned a laugh. "He ended up being the best to learn from." "Wow, Jamie," Robb said with a wicked smile. "I think I like you already." I felt my stomach turn over at his words. Again, the impulse to escape came over me but I let it pass. Robb picked up a pen from his desk and brushed it against his lips, studying me for an extended moment. I could hear the grandfather clock ticking in the corner. I looked down to avoid his stare. "May I see you without the top?" he asked. I was confused. Does he mean the top layer of my hair? I thought. I brushed some of my hair from my shoulder, letting my curls hang down my back rather than down my front. I looked at him for clarification. "Without the blouse," he said in a soft, calm voice. I felt my heart drop in my chest. "Why?" I asked, quietly. He didn't break eye contact with me. The pen in his hand clicked once. "Just want to see the body I'm hiring. Also, all office clothing needs to be completely up to standard," he stated. I felt speechless. I knew that this happened to girls occasionally, but I didn't expect it on my first ever job interview, especially not with someone as charming as this man. I didn't want to foil the chance of getting the job. It was evident that he could give me a respectable wage. Instead of arguing, I got to my feet. I untucked my long-sleeved white blouse from my pencil skirt and unbuttoned by blouse from bottom to top. When the buttons were undone, I let the fabric fall off of my shoulders and slide down my arms behind me, collecting at both wrists. I stood there exposed, realizing with a somewhat frantic thought that this was the first time anyone had seen me in just a bra. Robb stared at me with an expression I had never seen on someone's face before. It was of hunger and restraint, softened at the edges with obvious admiration. He kept his hand near his mouth. His eyes traced the edge of my body, looking back and forth between my breasts and my face. "Skirt?" he said after a long silence. I paused but then slid the zipper on the side of my hip downward. My skirt fell into a black circle around my feet. Robb again took in the sight of me over the space of several seconds. His eyes fixed on my legs and clicked his pen loudly. "You will need to get a garter," he muttered. "What's that?" I asked, half wanting him to define what a garter was and half wanting him to repeat himself. He raised his chin at my direction. "One of your thigh-highs is slipping and the other one is folding outward. Get a garter." "Okay," I said, my throat feeling dry with his tone change. "Walk over here," Robb said, gesturing with his head to his left. I did as he asked. He turned his chair to face me. I could almost feel the heated energy coming from his gaze. It tingled over my bare skin. I watched his fingers twitched when he saw my stilettos. "Good shoes," he said. "Turn." I did as he said, once again. With my back to him, a shiver went down my body. Was I doing the right thing? I tried to get a glimpse out of the window, hoping no one could see what I was doing. Suddenly, I felt Robb's finger touch the skin on my upper back. I jumped in fright and turned back around. "What are you doing?" I asked, my voice trembling. His face grew grim. "Turn, please," he muttered. "Why?" I managed. His eyes bore into mine. "So that I, as an employer, can assess you as a potential employee. Now either turn around right now or leave," he stated in the low voice. I attempted to slow my breathing and turned back around to appease him. As I turned, I craned my head to look down the hall, hoping that Lynnae could see me topless and catch her father being so inappropriate. Robb's finger touched the skin on my upper back again, and then, as if by magic, my strapless bra was loosened from my body and fell away in Robb's hand. I wanted to cover my bare breasts with my forearms, but I didn't dare. I had a feeling that Robb had taken it off for me on purpose. Robb made a walking motion with two fingers on my arm, indicating silently for me to turn back to face him. When I did so, I was startled to find his face mere inches from my body. My nipples were standing up, both from fear and the sudden chill. Robb remained seated at waist height, looking at my breasts that hung above him. I couldn't help but notice how close his mouth was. The image of him sucking on my breasts as if he was a child floated into my head and I pushed it away. Robb tilted his head from side to side, inspecting my ribcage. He clicked his pen loudly again. "Red marks on the skin," he muttered. "You need a better fitting brassiere." "Yes," I said, embarrassment washing over me. Robb reached out and brushed his finger to my inner thigh, touching the nylon fabric of my stockings. I let out a soft gasp. "Hmm." was his only response. Then he leaned forward. With both hands, he pulled down my panties. This had officially gone too far. I clenched my legs together with all my strength. Meanwhile, Robb flattened his left hand sideways and attempted to force it between my legs. I pushed my thighs together harder as he persisted. I glanced toward the door, wondering if I should shout for Lynnae. Robb grunted, trying to use his strength to open my legs and expose my pussy to him. I shook my head a few curls coming loose around my face as I looked down at his hand. Realizing how intensely I was resisting, he threw the pen on the desk and grabbed me. He moved my body and turned me ninety degrees so that I was now facing the back wall of the office and my ass was pressing uncomfortably against the desk. His hand continued to force its way between my legs. I kept them closed, struggling. He then lifted me, making my body slide into a half- seated position on the desk. He pushed his broad shoulder into me, making me lean back slightly. My legs now naturally parted despite my efforts to clamp them shut. Robb forced his flattened hand upward into the slit of my pussy. I now straddled his flatted hand against my will, feeling my warmth and wetness against his firm fingers. Robb groaned quietly at the feeling while I gasped in shock. "Good," he said. I wanted to push away his muscle-bound body but my hands were trapped in the sleeves of my blouse. In order to free them, I would either have to put my shirt back on over my shoulders, or slide my arms out. This was impossible because the sleeves were still buttoned in what could be considered a makeshift restraint. He kept his hand firmly against my soft inner labia. He made no attempt to rub me perversely, nor did his fingers try to penetrate me. His hand remained firmly between the folds of my pussy, trapping me in place. "Do you masturbate?" he asked quickly. "Yes," I responded in a breath. I wasn't sure if this was the right answer or not. He asked another question. "Did your brother make you fuck other people for him while he watched or videotaped you?" "Wh-" I stopped, not sure what to say. I was utterly confused. Robb suddenly pushed his hand upward again, making me gasp. The knuckle of his flattened thumb had found my clit. The sensation of his skin pressing into me sent a burst of pleasure through my lower body. The early beginnings of an orgasm curled through me like smoke. I moaned and moved my hips. He responded by shoving his hand upward once again. Another burst of pleasure hit me and I could feel his hand becoming wetter as I remained straddled there. "Tell me," he whispered raspily in my ear. "Yes," I moaned. "Did you like it when your brother watched?" he asked, his lips against my ear. "Yes," I repeated. My hips moved again. "Stop squirming," he muttered, annoyed. "Do you like to fuck other girls?" I was stunned but my mind travelled back to Lynnae, his daughter. I thought about the tantalizing inch of tanned skin between her shirt and shorts. Robb's hand shoved upward again, making me whimper. "Yes," I whispered. His other hand made itself known, touching my upper left thigh. I gasped, wondering what he was about to do. "And you're ready to do all this for me?" he asked. "Yes," I said back. He grabbed my thigh-high and yanked it away from my body, creating a tear that ran all the way down to my knee. At this, my body instinctively jerked away out of fear. Robb took his thumb out from my slit and then pressed it firmly into the soft tuft of hair between my legs. He controlled my entire body with this grip. His other four fingers tilted up slightly as a result, as if he was going to start penetrating me. I groaned and my knees lifted without me thinking about it. "Get better stockings," Robb whispered. He released me. My feet landed back on the soft rug of the office and Robb didn't look at me again. Instead, he reached into his desk drawer for a card, handed it to me, said "Keep your phone on," and left. I remained standing in the office almost completely naked. I got back to my car after messily redressing and running out of the house and I opened the folded Craigslist ad I stowed in the glovebox. I read it with new eyes. "Affairs Assistant needed. Older gentleman seeking assistant. Applicant must be willing to tend to my personal, business, and sometimes family relationships. Assistant will need to have skills to please each accordingly. Work schedule and location may vary, but main services will be performed at my estate. Do dress in complete business attire for review. Pay per service and per client will be offered."
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I stepped down from the plane and the heat hit me full in the face. It was mid afternoon and the sun was strong, so I was sweating by the time that I reached the airport terminal the other side of the runway. It was a small airport, sparsely decorated, with a few bored looking officials. I presented my passport to the stern looking border guard, my cheering 'hello' not being reciprocated. He studied the document. 'How long you here?' 'A month. For work. I'm a wildlife photographer.' 'Visa.' I handed it over. He waved me through. I walked out of the air conditioning and into Tanzania. *** I had been looking forward to this trip for a while. Truth be told, I was using it as something of an escape. I'm at what you might call a quarter life crisis. At 29, I had a decent life. I had an enviable career as a photographer, mostly doing nature and wildlife stuff. It was my passion and luckily I'd managed to make a career out of it. While I'd never be a millionaire, it paid enough to afford me a comfortable life. I'd moved into my own place in a nice area of downtown Chicago, a trend place where I had friends. My freelance work took me all over North America, sometimes South America and Europe too. My girlfriend and I had been going steady for years: Juliette, a slim and elegant journalist who I'd met at a function for a well known travel magazine one cold Midwest evening. I was still in my outdoor work gear, camo and khakis, boots and tactical vest, while she was in a tight, silky dress. Her long brunette hair matched her deep brown eyes. We kept checking each other out, before she came over and introduced herself as I refilled my glass. Well, we hit if off and ended up going out. We slept together on our third date. On our fourth, she'd given me an unbelievable blowjob in the back of a cloakroom at a gallery, I think just to show what a daring and passionate woman she was. That wasn't a lie - our sex life was incredible. We did all sorts. We even had a threesome. It hadn't been planned, but we'd been drinking with a school friend of hers. They revealed that they'd experimented when younger. Well, we three ended up in bed about five times, and I got to watch the most erotic lesbian sex in front of me. There was even a time when she'd convinced me to received a blowjob from her gay friend while she masturbated. He'd done a good job technically, but it was nothing like having a woman in bed. Well, marriage seemed on the horizon as we went from strength to strength. Our personalities complimented each other and we had a lot of fun. I proposed on our fifth anniversary and she said yes. My life seemed pretty well pieced together. Then one day I had a meeting in a fancy brasserie in town. When I walked in I saw Jules in a corner with her boss, holding hands and giggling. I bailed on the meeting and puked in the street. During my subsequent investigation, I discovered she'd been fucking her boss for a year and had been carrying on a full romantic sexual relationship with her friend, the one from our threesomes, who turned out to be a proper lesbian rather than a bicurious straight friend as Jules had described. I moved out the next day. So here I was in a shitty apartment as we waited to sell our place, single, my future in tatters. But that's life, huh? Well, the one part that hadn't been affected in any way was my work. So when an opportunity arose to go to Africa for a month to shoot a load of generic wildlife shots for a tourism company's new website and brochures I leapt at the chance. It would be good to forget my recent troubles. I had been doing a lot of soul searching, a lot of evaluating my life, and I just wanted some distraction from the anguish. And that's what brought me to Tanzania. My driver, a friendly middle aged local, collected my luggage and ushered me into his sturdy off road vehicle. 'Welcome to Tanzania! My name is Benson. Is this your first time here?' 'Yes! First time in Africa, actually. Boy is it hot!' 'Haha, you are not wrong, mister. But the car has AC so you'll be fine for the next hour at least.' 'Oh, that's great to hear. How far are we from..? 'From Mrs De Boek's? I'd say maybe 60 miles or so. Luckily we're on the outskirts of the city already and at this time we should miss all the traffic.' I didn't know exactly who would be hosting me, as the travel company was just wanting photos for their own marketing materials. It was to be a nice hotel cum wildlife resort, I understood, with a degree of comfort and all costs paid for. I was told to base myself there and get an array of photos. 'Tell me about this place then, Benson,' I asked as we got into the vehicle and started off. 'Is Mrs De Boek the owner?' 'Yes, sir. She is what we call Mzungu - a white African. European descent. She is quite wealthy I believe, and owns a lot of land. Well, her main holding is this reserve. Her passion is the land and the animals... nature in general. It's like a luxury resort, that's what pays for the place.' 'And is there hunting too?' 'Yes, that's right, but that's in another part. You have to drive about half an hour to access that area. Wealthy foreigners come to shoot the few species in that area. They pay lots of money, which is really how we can have such a lavish place. Mrs De Boek pays very well so her resort is a happy place!' He chuckled heartily at this as we sped along the highway. In half an hour we went off the main road and bumped along a gravelly track. 'This is the driveway, sir!' Benson shouted. It was a long driveway. The scenery was the greenest thing I'd ever seen. Large trees dominated, with thick shrubs in the foreground and long grass underneath. Some time later a house appeared. This closer we got the more obvious it became that it was a large mansion. It was a dazzling white, nestled between the thick vegetation. At the front was a sparkling blue pool with thatched sunshades, and a few guests bronzing themselves on the loungers. Behind, the five stories glistened like a marble monument to a time gone by in African history, as if this little community had shut itself off in 1925 and refused to let the changing world encroach. I was half expecting Mrs De Boek to be wearing a long white dress and carrying a parasol. 'You can check in, sir, I'll take your bags to your room. It's 101.' I strolled in, enjoying the weather and taking in the surroundings. I waited at the desk but there was no one there. I rang the bell. 'Yes, OK!' someone shouted from within, tersely. 'Hold on just a minute and someone will be out!' What a warm reception... eventually the woman walked out. I smiled, but she ignored me and shouted something in a different language to an employee, then walked away briskly. She was replaced by a very pretty young local woman, maybe 20 or so. 'Hello, sir! How are you? I'm sorry about Mrs De Boek, she's a little grumpy.' Well, I hadn't thought that it'd be the owner who had snapped at me. 'That's no problem at all.' This woman was dazzlingly pretty I observed as she checked my passport. She checked me in with a lovely smile and generous eyes. Her white maid's uniform was simple yet elegant, contrasting majestically with her dark skin. It also showed her legs and encased her pert, substantial African ass. 'OK, thank you, sir. You are in room 101. Let me take you there now.' 'Thank you!' we walked down the corridor. 'So you are the photographer?' 'Yes, I'm here for a while actually.' 'I saw it says one month!' 'That's right.' 'Wow!' she gave a pretty laugh. And why are you taking photographs? If you don't mind my asking, sir,' she added. 'No,' I chuckled. 'Ask away. I am a wildlife and nature photographer, and I've been sent here to get some shots of animals, scenery, that kind of thing. It's for a tourism company and they want as much exotic wildlife photos as possible for their website.' 'I see. That's very interesting. And they pay for your stay here?' 'Sure do.' 'And for doing the work as well?' 'Yep!' She looked impressed as she calculated how much that would be worth. 'Don't be too impressed, you get to work here every day,' I joked. She laughed and agreed. 'Well, sir, this is your room for the next month. Please do not hesitate to ask if you need anything more,' she said brightly. I thanked her and entered my temporary home. It was nice - not overly luxurious, but certainly a very nice place to stay. Sure beat my temporary apartment back home. I unpacked my stuff and slowly settled in. *** That evening I went down to the reception to get food. I saw the charming young woman from earlier. 'Hello, sir! How is your room?' 'Oh, just great, thanks. I had a bit of a sleep just now - long flight and all.' 'Very good. Are you wanting to eat?' 'Yes, ideally.' 'The restaurant is just through there. I believe your food is all pre paid.' I strolled on through. It was sparsely inhabited, maybe half a dozen couples in the large room. The French windows were open, giving the place an airy feel. There was a large patio with tables. I guessed people would sit out there in the evening with a drink. As I entered, Mrs De Boek walked past. We said hello, although she still seemed a little standoffish. I took in her appearance for the first time. Her shorts showed off thick, tanned legs. Not slender but not fat. She was maybe mid 50s, with thick, slightly wavy blonde hair. It was like a lion's mane, I noted. Her sleeveless top was khaki, and showed plenty of bronze flesh. Her stomach was bigger than perfect, but not too much. Her breasts were really quite something. Large and round, I couldn't help but stare. She wasn't wearing a bra and they did sag a little, although not much for their size and her age. Her nipples were erect and poking through the fabric. What a sight! Well, I ate my meal alone, imagining my cock between Mrs De Boek's giant tits. After, I decided to sit outside and have a drink. I had a nice pina colada, and staring over the dusk view of the pool and trees. I was lost in my own thoughts (thinking about Jules and all that had happened back home, to be honest) when a couple sat down next to me. 'I told you to pack it!' 'Well I didn't hear you, OK?' Great. A bickering pair of middle aged miseries. I looked around at them, since they had chosen to sit a metre from me on the otherwise empty patio. 'Hello!' the woman said when she turned and clocked my presence. 'Hi there,' I smiled. 'You don't mind a couple of grumpy old Germans disturbing you?' I chuckled and said I didn't. They introduced themselves as Johann and Clara. 'We are from Dortmund, but are currently travelling, seeing new places. And trying to improve our English.' 'Ah, yes, I wondered why you were speaking in English.' 'I guess you are American, huh? Unless Canadian, in which case I apologise!' 'Yeah, I'm from Chicago. Just out here on a job actually. I'm a photographer, and I am getting shots of wildlife here on the land.' 'Yeah I'm from Chicago. Just out here on a job actually. I'm a photographer and I'm getting shots of wildlife on the land at this resort.' 'Oh wonderful! How long are you with us?' 'A month.' 'Excellent. We have been here two weeks, and are staying a couple more.' 'A long time!' 'Yes, fairly. We both made money in business and are now semi retired. So we travel quite a bit. My sister in law owns this place so she invited us to stay a while as it's the quiet season.' They were probably in their fifties. He had thin white hair and a half open linen shirt. She had long black hair and a summer dress. Both were very tanned. They had the look of a couple who were phenomenally attractive in their youth, but a lifetime of decadence had caught up with them somewhat. We chatted about this and that, just pleasantries really. Then Mrs De Boek came out and sat down. She was wearing a long dress now, which hugged her voluptuous body. She and the Germans greeted each other warmly. Then Clara introduced us. I said we'd sort of met, and the owner seemed to soften a little. Maybe she just didn't want to seem as grouchy and rude in front of the in laws. Conversation flowed mostly between Clara and Mrs De Boek, although we all chipped in now and then. 'Oh gosh, is that the time? Johann, we'd better get to bed.' 'Yes, maam!' 'You complain now but you'll be moaning in the morning.' They got up, still bickering, and walked off. Mrs De Boek chuckled at the couple and turned to me. 'Would you like one more, young man?' I accepted and within no time a waiter had brought out a fresh pair of pina coladas. She politely asked about my photography, and I told her a little of my career and my plans for the month. She was actually pleasant company. 'And what about you? How come you're here doing this?' 'Well,' she replied, sighing as if to look back on a long and puzzling tale. 'I was born and raised here, although I worked in South Africa for many years. Just out of high school I got a job with a mining company. It was there that I met my husband. I was his secretary actually. After a few decades we moved back to Tanzania and bought this land. It was always a dream of ours to do something like this and one day we thought, you know what, we've made enough money, let's live our dream. So we did.' 'And are you glad you did?' 'Are you kidding? It was the best decision I ever made! This is paradise on earth. Sadly my husband died a few years ago, but this is his legacy. Being here makes me feel close to him always, you know? Maybe that sounds silly.' 'No, I get it.' 'My kids have moved on with their lives. One is in South Africa still and the other lives in the Netherlands. So the guests and friends here keep me company.' 'It does seem a wonderful place. I'm looking forward to spending some time here.' There was a pause. 'Listen, I'm sorry for being a little grumpy earlier, I was just a bit stressed. I do hope we see more of each other.' She smiled and I suddenly found her immensely attractive. She wasn't wearing a bra and her huge breasts were clearly outlined, the firm nipples poking through. With her legs crossed, her dress had ridden up her thick, tanned thighs. She looked suddenly beautiful, in a bold way. I had never fancied a mature woman, but suddenly I did. Well, we both went to our rooms and I looked forward to seeing her again. I cleaned my teeth and got my stuff ready for the next day. Finishing my evening routine I switched off the light and headed to bed, stopping at the window to draw the curtains. Something caught my eye. My room was on a side of the hotel that I don't think anyone else had - an awkward angle on an oddly shaped building. My view was pretty much one of dense foliage. But a light alerted me to a structure nestled in the shrubs. Mostly shrouded, there was obviously a smaller house that was almost completely invisible to the hotel, except one room that jutted out. I wondered who lived there. Then my question was answered, as Mrs De Boek strolled into view. She had taken off her shoes. For some reason, I lingered in the darkness, curious. She turned and to my shock reached around and unzipped her dress. Suddenly, it fell, and she was stood in nothing but her panties. They were white and lacy. French knickers, not covering much of the vast expanse of buttock that flared out from her hips. I could tell just from her back that she was carrying a huge pair of breasts. To my disappointment, she didn't turn around. Instead, she walked off and the light went out. I got into bed with the erotic image seared into my brain. I was rock hard. *** It was midday and the heat was quite ferocious. I was in the middle of the reserve, and hadn't seen anyone for quite some time. All the species here were safe, I had been told by the head ranger during a safety briefing first thing. I shouldn't get too close to anything, but all the predators were in the hunting area, fenced off. So this was hot it came to be that I was allowed to wander about alone. Boy, it was getting too much I thought as I wiped the sweat from my brow. There was a patch of shade up ahead in the form of a cluster of trees. I headed to it, planning on eating my lunch in the coolness. I waded through the long grass which came up to my waist. But as I got nearer, something made me stop. It sounded like a noise, so I assumed there was wildlife there. I got my binoculars and looked. What I saw shocked me. There, under the tree, was Johann. His shirt was open and his pants were down by his ankles. In front of him was the beautiful hotel worker who had checked me in. She was on her knees, sucking his cock! Johann's hands were on her head and he was softly thrusting himself into the receptive mouth. I watched this erotic scene, swiftly getting an erection. They must have been at it a while, since he started to moan. His fingers gripped her hair and his head leaned back. I could tell when he came. She swallowed it all obediently, I noted. As Johann dressed himself I quietly backed away in the long grass. Well, that was unexpected! How did that situation come about, I wondered? The thought of receiving a blowjob from the beautiful Tanzanian girl occupied my mind for the rest of the afternoon as I went about my business. Did his wife know? Of course, I didn't bring it up that evening as Johann joined me on the veranda, especially as Mrs De Boek was with him. 'Ah, young man, how was your first full day? Satisfactory, I hope?' Yes, certainly. This is a really beautiful place.' 'Oh, it is. I was out a lot of the day myself.' 'Were you indeed?' I said, playing dumb. 'Just a long walk, but an energising one.' That I didn't doubt. 'Did you see many animals?' Mrs De Boek enquired. 'Quite a lot of birdlife. And I got some great scenes. Didn't see too many animals though.' 'Well, I shall have to show you around myself some time. I know the best spots.' 'That would be great, thanks so much.' I couldn't shake the image of her in just lace panties that was firmly imprinted in my mind. 'Gee, I couldn't be cheeky and ask another favour could I?' 'Depends what it is,' she added cheekily, her husky voice accompanied by a smirk. 'I don't have a thermos flask. Would you have one I could borrow?' 'I'm not sure. Possibly some old ones. But I'm heading into town tomorrow in the jeep. If you want to help me pick up supplies I'll take you to buy your own.' 'Yeah, I'm down with that. Thanks so much. When will you leave?' 'Just after lunch.' 'Great, I'll be in the lobby.' Conversation meandered until I decided to turn in. As I got up to my floor I heard a noise, like someone softly wailing. Could they be in trouble? I investigated, following the sound to its source. As I got near the door thought I realized that it wasn't cries of pain but of pleasure. I was intrigued. Then I noticed the door was ajar. By now I was in no doubt that there was a woman inside who was in the grip of sexual ecstasy. I put my head to the opening and peeked inside. It was naughty I know but I just couldn't resist. What I saw shocked me, even more than the morning. Clara was on the bed. She was naked. Her legs were spread and her eyes were closed. Her supple, tanned body was glistening with sweat, her long black hair pooled on the sheets. Below her, kneeling on the floor, was that same maid that had been pleasuring her husband in the same way. She had her face between Clara's thighs, which she gripped. She was eating her pussy! I watched this erotic sight. I clocked the maid's big booty as she was bent over. The white maid's material was stretched over her expansive African ass. It was truly fantastic. For five minutes this lesbian sex unfolded before me before Clara clenched her body, screamed, and came hard. I backed way as the maid rose to clean up. I wondered what sort of arrangement that maid had with them. Did the couple know each other was receiving oral pleasure from the same woman? That they were cheating on each other? One thing I was sure of - three erotic scenes in a couple of days had got me missing sex... *** Just before I was due to meet Mrs De Boek I headed to the lobby. It had been a hot morning, but I was already making good progress with my assignment. I reckoned I would be able to get all I needed in a fortnight, leaving the second fortnight for a small holiday poolside. 'Good afternoon, sir.' I was interrupted from my musing by the pretty young maid with a penchant for oral sex. Her ass looked fine this morning, and I could not shake the pictures of her the night before. 'Hi! How are you?' 'I am very well, sir, thank you for asking. And how was your morning? Get any good shots?' 'Oh yeah, very satisfactory. It's so easy here, great stuff all around. I managed to locate a tree with a bunch of parrots in, so spent the time there. They were very obliging!' She smiled her beautiful smile. I was just admiring her almond eyes when Mrs De Boek showed. 'You ready?' She was in her more active gear. Khaki shorts, tight polo t shirt with buttons open, and sturdy boots. She had large sunglasses and her hair was in a bun. We walked out to her jeep and I strapped up for the bumpy ride. 'I guess your roads aren't like this back in Chicago, eh?' 'Sure aren't.' 'Tell me about yourself then. Do you have a girlfriend?' 'Up until last month I did. We'd been going out for years. Engaged in fact - she was my fiancée. But she was unfaithful so I called it off. Only thing to do. And I guess I came out here partly as an escape.' 'Oh, I'm so sorry. That sounds really rough.' 'Yeah, it's been a little rough, but I've adjusted. What about you? You mentioned a husband?' 'I was indeed married for many years. Pieter and I lived in South Africa for many years and raised our kids there. As I told you the other night, this place was the dream we were making real. Well, as I said he died. You never totally get over it, but you learn to live with it and it becomes bearable. Oddly, I sort of feel that he's always around. But he would have wanted me to get on and enjoy my life so that's what I'm trying to do. I don't think I'll ever re marry but I'm not old, early 50s, so...' she paused, smirking. 'If some young man catches my eye I'm allowed to pounce. A woman can have some fun every once in a while!' We both laughed at this as we pulled in to the town. As we got our supplies her comment stayed with me. Had she fucked young guys? Was she hitting on me? We didn't discuss that matter any further, but had a good time shopping, finishing off with a coffee. She discussed her kids and I really started to warm to her. *** As had become routine, after a solitary dinner I found myself on the patio enjoying a cocktail with Johann, Clara and Mrs De Boek. We had a good few laughs. At eleven or so the Germans turned in. I was alone with Mrs De Boek. She usually wore something nice in the evenings, but she was dressed up more tonight. Her thin cotton dress was low cut and sleeveless, showing her ample breasts which were being held up by a push bra. It was short in the leg, too, which meant that her thick bronze thighs were very exposed. She kept crossing and uncrossing them, resulting in the hem risung further and further up. She had make up on, accentuating her deep, dark eyes, and her thick blonde hair was done up nicely. All in all, she looked very appealing and I had to admit I was becoming quite attracted to her. 'They are a funny pair,' she laughed. 'Yes, quite a laugh.' 'And don't be fooled by their bickering. They love each other a lot.' Then she turned around to make sure no one was within hearing distance. 'Keep this to yourself, but they play around somewhat...' I stayed quiet. 'She will have anything between her legs and he will do anything that offers a tight hole!' she giggled hysterically, those pina coladas clearly going to her head. 'You know, I didn't want to say anything, but I have actually witnessed just that.' 'You have?' 'Yep.' 'Oh, go on! Tell me!' she pleaded. 'Well, the first morning I was shooting, I came across this patch of trees. It was hot, so I headed over to take refuge. As I got close, I saw Johann there. He wasn't alone.' 'Who was it?' 'The maid, the one who works at reception.' 'Grace?! Oh my God! No way!' 'Yes way. She was on her knees for him!' We had a good laugh at that. 'But that's not all. Last night, when I was going to bed I heard a noise. Out of sheer curiosity I followed the noise. Well, it went to their bedroom, and the door was open. It was the exact same scene, but with Clara instead of Johann!' This took a little more convincing, and I had to describe the scene in intense detail before Mrs De Boek believed me. I could see she was very intrigued at this revelation. Maybe she hadn't realized her friend was into women, although she'd said she'd take anything between her legs. Perhaps she was shocked at her employee swinging both ways. Or was she considering approaching Grace herself. Little did I know then that time would soon tell. We had a third cocktail and the conversation moved on, meandering along a variety of topics. Eventually we talked photography. She was surprisingly knowledgeable. 'Yes, my husband was a keen photographer. Oh, he was only an amateur of course, but really quite good.' 'What sort of stuff did he do?' 'Wildlife shots mostly. He'd sent a few things to that company you're working for. That's how this arrangement worked out.' 'Ah, I never knew. So he took a lot here?' 'Yes, many prints. I still have a lot of them back at the house.' 'Would you let me see them some day? Might be good to see this place through the lens of another photographer.' 'Certainly, I'd be delighted. I could show you now?' 'Oh, well, is it convenient for you?' 'It's as convenient now as ever. Drink up and I'll show you.' We drained our glasses and headed to her house. It was only a short stroll around the back of the hotel. Hidden behind the foliage, we came to a spacious building where she lived. Little artificial streams lined the path up to the grand porch. It was tastefully modern. We entered her house. I noticed how quiet the place was. There were all kinds of animal skin rugs and mounted horns: trophies, I assumed, from the hunting reserve. 'Make yourself at home,' she said, leading me through to an expansive sitting room. 'Fix me a whisky and soda from the cabinet and I'll fetch those prints.' I strode over to a large drinks cabinet, fixing a Scotch soda on the rocks for each of us. I sat down. She must be worth quite a bit I thought to myself, surveying the room. It was huge. 'These are what I could find.' She had a large portfolio in her hand. Sitting next to me, she took a sip of her drink. We went through, each one prompting a recollection or piece of information from Mrs De Boek. She was close. Her legs were touching mine. Her breasts looked huge close up, her chest heaving up and down. The bra was gone, presumably removed when she got the photos. The nipples were clearly visible through the paper thin material. Her shoes were gone. I wondered if she was wearing panties under that short, skimpy dress. 'This monkey is just adorable.' 'Oh yes, very nice.' 'With that huge banana in his hand,' she breathed. 'Looks too big to handle,' I croaked back, suddenly feeling hot. 'I don't know, it looks perfect to me.' She turned and we looked at each other straight in the eyes. Our faces were inches apart. Silence. Electric atmosphere. She leant forward. So did I. Our lips met. It was a tender, slow moment. Time stood still as we tentatively opened our mouths and explored. Her lips were soft, her tongue wet. We rally danced together. Eventually we broke apart and stared. Then she smiled. 'Handsome boy. I was hoping this would happen.' 'Me too.' I leant back in and resumed kissing. It was hungrier this time. Her hands went to my face as we sloppily, wetly kissed. I put my hand on her bare thigh and ran up the outside of her leg, feeling her warm body. I had a raging erection. I felt her hand make contact with my thigh, gliding up until it touched. My penis jumped. 'My my, what have we here?' 'Why don't you find out?' She smirked. 'OK big boy. I like a young cock - it gets so nice and hard.' 'I'm not that young, you're just ridiculously sexy.' In no time my trousers were undone and this voluptuous older woman fished out my member. Her eyes widened as he saw its size. It was point up and bobbing with arousal. Her warm, mature hands wrapped around and slowly, softly jerked me. I moaned with electrified pleasure. She stood up after a few more minutes. She reached behind and undid the strings. Her dress suddenly fell to the floor. Standing in front of me was the curviest female body I had ever seen. She was totally naked. Her breasts were truly giant. I couldn't imagine what it must be like to walk around with them all day. They hung slightly downwards, but were still incredibly pert, the nipples pointing upwards, and fully erect. She was turned on. He hips flared out, with thick, muscular legs. Her tan line showed she clearly sunbathed topless, the slightly lighter skin around her intimate area encasing it in an erotic manner. Her stomach was not flat, but for a woman of her age not bad at all. In fact, the softness of it only increased her feminine appeal. Her pubic hair was in a thin, well trimmed, neat strip above her pussy. Her lips were puffy and glistening - I could see she was very wet. Without wasting further time, I walked forward and embraced her. My hands went behind to her ass. Oh my! It was huge and fleshy, and I caressed and squeezed it with immense greed. I took her left breast in my mouth, sucking the flesh in. She took a sharp breath. 'That's good! I love having them played with. Go for it,' she encouraged. I sucked hard on the nipple and she gripped me tight. I swirled it around with my tongue, before nibbling it then lightly biting. She called for it to be harder, so I took, leaving little teeth marks on her giant tits. This woman was kinky! I started on the right breast, one hand massaging the left while my other hand still squeezed her buttocks. I was looking forward to giving that vast ass a spanking, and I reckoned she liked it. 'Yes, bite that breast, American boy, give it to me.' I then moved a hand to her pussy. It was slick with moisture - she'd got really worked up. My fingers massaged the outside, before moving up and down the soaking middle. She was making a lot of noise between my fingers and mouth. I thought it would be time to take it to the next level, so found her swollen clitoris. This made her moan out loud and call my name. 'Yes! Give me more of that!' I started slowly, before moving faster. I slipped a finger in, and it slipped all the way, so I added a second. My thumb kept up the pressure on her clit. 'Oh, yes, I'm going to... I'm gonna-' she cried. I knew what she meant. Her body shook, her pussy contracted, and she howled out. Her nails dug into my neck. I bit down hard on her breasts and ensured my fingers were going as fast as I could. Then I felt the flood as her orgasm overcame her. Eventually her breathing slowed, and I matched my movements until my hands were still. We stood there in silence, her head on my shoulders while she recovered. I softly kissed her neck. 'Oh, man, that was... just... fucking fantastic! I haven't cum like that in a long while.' 'The pleasure was all mine.' She reached forward and started to unbutton my shirt. I slipped out of my pants and soon I was naked in front of her, my impressive erection bobbing up and down. 'Why don't you have seat?' I did that, and she got down on her knees. Her tongue teased by cock, licking the balls and shaft, then taking it in. I was impressed how she took the whole thing in one and gave me a good going over. I repositioned her so she was on the sofa, on her knees. I spanked the right buttock and she shrieked. 'Is that all you've got?' she taunted. I spanked her harder, then a couple on the left. I kept this up until her ass was red and stinging. 'I haven't been spanked in so long. I fucking love it!' Her back was arched so her pussy was showing through her massive ass. I positioned myself and took my cock in my hand. It was desperate to enter the wet folds of this mature African woman. I shuffled forward and buried myself, pushing in all the way. She was nicely tight. I plugged away, fucking her harder and hard, gripping the giant ass and sometimes spanking it. I even pulled her hair back and told her what a bad girl she was. 'Yes I am! I need to be punished by a strong young man!' She was well into this and I was delighted how kinky she was. Then I pulled out, sensing I was about to cum, and put her on her back. She spread her thick thighs wide and again I entered her. She was dripping with moisture now. I took her ankles in my hand and sucked her toes, which she liked too. I tried to stave off the impending orgasm but it was too much now. I told her I was about to cum. 'Do it all over me!' I dutifully took my penis out of her, just in time actually, as I exploded all over her. I drenched her breasts and stomach in my cum, and even splashed some on her face. She giggled in delight. 'I love it when a man covers me like that!' I stood there panting before collapsing on the sofa. Mrs De Boek got up and I heard her clean herself up before she rejoined me. 'That was quite a fucking you gave me, young man,' she said with great pleasure. 'I'm glad you enjoyed it. I certainly did!' We lay in contented post coital silence for a while. 'Why don't we head upstairs. I'd love for you to stay the night.' 'I'd like that a lot.' For some reason, I felt a romantic surge towards this woman. It was no longer purely sexual. In her bed, we lay under the thin blanket, totally nude. She put her thick thigh across my body and her hand gently caressed my chest. I put my arm around her and stroked her body too, every so often squeezing that big, spongy ass. Well, after a while I predictably felt a stirring in my loins. Mrs De Boek's hand slowly made its way down when she saw the tent in the blanket. 'Hello, there. Ah, young men. Just brilliant.' She slowly started to jerk. Then she slid on top, and I took in the erotic sight of her thick, tanned legs over me and the giant breasts hanging down with big, hard nipples poking to me. Her pussy squeezed my cock as she rode up and down. She went harder and faster. Since I'd just cum, I was able to hold on for quite a while. 'This is my best position to finish, so please let me!' she panted as her ass slapped against my legs. I caressed her soft thighs, pinched her nipples and stroked her gorgeous body as I felt her tremble and shake through an intense orgasm. She rode through it,
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before having another, then a final one. We were both dripping with sweat and I think we must have been fucking in that position for half an hour. 'Right, I think I'm gonna cum too!' I announced. 'Go inside me! I have to feel that!' she pleaded. My orgasm built up from my toes and I shot my substantial load straight up into her sopping pussy. Once more we collapsed in post coital bliss and lay there, just glowing from our night of passionate sex. *** I woke up in her bed. I was alone, under a tiger print blanket, my head resting on the silk pillow cases. I got up. I was naked. I went out to the kitchen area and saw Mrs De Boek in a figure hugging silk dressing gown. Its shimmering black material clung to her curves. Her thick thighs poked out between the slits on the side, and her large breasts hung heavy against it. Her nipples were showing through. It was a very sexy sight. 'Good morning,' she smiled huskily. 'Coffee?' This sure beat waking up along and heading for an early morning breakfast in the empty canteen. 'Sounds good! Even better to be served by a sexy woman.' Her grin increased. 'How about like this?' she asked, untying the robe and letting it fall to the floor, before walking over to me with a mug in each hand, totally naked. 'Even better! I think I'm a little hungry too...' I took the coffees from her, put them on the side, and started to suckle her lovely breasts. They were so large and round I really had to explore. My hands went behind to her ample buttocks and caressed the soft flesh. By this point my erection was popping out of my boxers, and she sunk to her knees to fish it out. Greedily she gobbled it up and gave me an expert blowjob. She was obviously well practiced and I marveled at how much more skilled she was than my former girlfriend. Mrs De Boek had technique! Thankfully I'd cum last night so I wasn't going to blow my load too soon. She was sloppy and wet, yet her lips were so expertly tight. Her soft older hands meanwhile massaged by testicles. When the initial euphoria tailed off, I reached over and took my mug of coffee. I sipped it as I enjoyed this phenomenal blowjob. It sure did taste all the better. 'Oh, man, I think I'm gonna cum!' I said, desperately trying to hold on and prolong the feeling. She didn't move, so I assumed she wanted to swallow. I felt myself emitting a surprising amount of liquid considering the previous night's exertions. She took the whole flow like a pro, lapping up every last drop from the head after the main shooting had subsided. 'Well, you were a horny boy weren't you!' 'Yep, plenty more where that came from too.' 'I look forward to it.' I reached forward and undid the tie on her dressing gown. It fell off and I got to my knees. She gasped as I kissed up her legs and to the musky entrance. My tongue made contact with her clitoris. Lapping it hungrily, it did not take long for me to bring this naked mature African lady in front of me to orgasm. She came hard, her knees buckling. 'Oof, I think I need to sit down after that!' We sat on the sofas and drank our coffees in the nude. 'What do you say I show you around today? A nice excuse to spend some time together.' 'Sounds good to me.' *** We got dressed for a day out on safari, so to speak. Mrs De Boek seemed to have a go to outfit for when she was out and about - khaki shorts, matching shirt or t shirt, and boots - with evenings being for her more feminine wardrobe. Still, I noticed as we were dressed that under her practical and no nonsense gear she was still wearing a frilly purple thong and matching bra. I hoped to myself that I was going to see those without the clothes on top later. Her thin brown shirt was stretched across her large breasts. The material was under great strain, the buttons looking like they might burst at any moment, and it was half way undone, giving a great view of the top of her plush tits. I could almost feel an erection building again already. Damn this woman was sexy! We got into her jeep and headed out over her smooth driveway, hitting the bumpy track at the end. It was a bright, sunny day, already hot since we'd got up so late. 'Where did you get to the last few days then?' I explained to her what I'd seen. 'Yes, that's good for birdlife. I think if we drive a bit further on in that direction we'll see some monkeys. Would that be good?' 'Sounds brilliant.' We drove and chatted, both now very comfortable with each other, bonded after a night of sex. At some point we saw a tree with said monkeys. Quietly, we both got out and I started taking photos. They were absolutely incredible, the shots I was getting just magnificent. Even a few days like this and I'd be able to wrap up! At lunch we shared a picnic. Under the shade of a large tree we lay down and relaxed, eating and talking. I stuffed my face so much that I couldn't be bothered to get up after, so we lounged around in blissful relaxation. 'Tell me more about Johann then. Was it at a place like this?' 'Mhmm, just like here. I was about 100 metres away and he was stood up, she was on her knees.' 'I see,' she said, seemingly lost in thought. I wondered if she was trying to picture it and getting wet in the process. 'How about we recreate it?' she suggested, a naughty glint in her eye. 'I wouldn't be one to refuse such an offer,' I said, standing up straight away and dropping my pants. She gasped in delighted surprise as suddenly she had a growing penis in front of her. She scrambled to her knees and took it in her warm mouth. Even though I'd received a blowjob just a few hours earlier, this still felt fantastic. It was such a thrill to think we were out here in the open wilderness so clearly engaged in this act. 'I don't want to cum yet, let's save it for later. How about I return the favor?' She stripped off - completely naked - and lay down on the grass. I mounted her and started firmly sucking her big breasts. I mixed it up with tweaks of her nipples. I loved how hard they would get, especially in contrast to the soft flesh of her huge breasts. I estimated they were at least a GG if not bigger. Well, they kept me well entertained, and she loved when I was firm with them. I moved down, kissing her soft tummy and licking the belly button. I then went down to the feet and slowly worked my way up, planting kisses and licks along the inside of her legs. By her upper thighs - and there was a lot of flesh to cover as she was a curvy woman - she had gripped my hair and her nails dug into my scalp. She was getting desperate! 'Please!' she begged. 'Lick my pussy!' I teased on, running my tongue up the side of the pussy and repeating on the other. Then I dove in hungrily, unleashing my tongue up the middle, swirling around her clit and lashing it over. My hands squeezed her thighs as I forced my tongue right into her gushing hole, my face already soaked with her juices. I increased the speed, adding a finger, orally pleasuring her clit while two digits entered her. 'Oh my God! Oh fuck! I'm going to have an orgasm!' she whimpered. Her thick thighs locked around my head and squeezed, then trembled as she came. I finished her off before straightening up and wiping my wet face dry. 'You're good at that. Don't let me forget it.' 'It will be my pleasure to remind you as often as possible.' 'Good. Now, give me a spanking. I've been a bad girl.' She rolled over onto her front, exposing her giant ass for me. I caressed the soft, endless cheeks before laying a firm spank on each cheek. I kept this up, telling her what a naughty girl she was, with her agreeing and pleading with me. She was kinky - I loved that she was so into being spanked. A naughty girl indeed. She showed me a few more spots that afternoon, and I got a hell of a lot of shots thanks to her. We agreed to do the same thing for the rest of the week, outdoor spanks and blowjobs included, and I was satisfied that that would probably render me with most of the photographs I needed. A few days of editing and I'd have at least a week, probably two, to relax by the pool. *** I ate my meal alone in the restaurant of the hotel. It was actually the first time I'd been alone since last night's meal here. Since then, I'd been with Mrs De Boek the whole time. After our long day, we'd both come back to her house and had a nap on the bed, before showering each other. I'd been desperate to fuck her, as I'd not cum since the morning blowjob yet had indulged in plenty of sexual games throughout the day. But she said she had to check on the hotel, so I was left to my own devices. I was very hungry after such a long day of walking, photographing and sex, so ate three courses. I reflected on the unexpected course of events this trip had taken. As erotic as the encounter was, there was a little more to it than that. Sure, Mrs De Boek was old enough to be my mother, and I was hardly head of heels in love with her, but I realized that I hadn't thought about Jules for a whole 24 hours for the first time since our split. This was undoubtedly a good thing - perhaps the appearance of this MILF could help the healing process. When I was done, I headed out to the patio. Johann and Clara were there of course. Mrs De Boek arrived at the same time as I did. 'Hello, young man. How was your day?' she asked cheekily, a twinkle in her eye. 'Did you get any good photos?' 'Yes, thanks, I did. I must say I'm enjoying my stay more and more - today was definitely a highlight. Very satisfying.' 'This is good news!' blurted out Johann, clearly unaware of the innuendo running beneath his nose. 'Will you two join us in a cocktail or two?' We did, and chatted merrily away for a couple of hours. Mrs De Boek was wearing another thin cotton dress. She was wearing a bra, but her breasts were still quite on display. It was a dark red, and this time trailed down to her ankles. A shame those sexy legs weren't on display, but I could make out their outline in the figure hugging form of the material, which was hot enough anyway. 'Have you taken any of the spot behind the hotel with the orchard and the stream?' asked Clara some time later. 'I often think that would be the most scenic of shots.' 'No, I haven't heard about this place. Where?' 'It's behind the hotel. You walk through the foliage for a short while along the path. It looks like it's going nowhere but in actual fact you come out into this delightful little orchard. There is a stream running through. It's very peaceful and deserted. In this moonlight it might actually be good to shoot.' 'Yes,' agreed Mrs De Boek. 'If you like, I can show you where it is on my way home. I must be getting back now anyway.' I took this as a signal. 'Oh, that would be so kind of you. I have my camera here, and you're right Clara, in this moonlight I could get some decent snaps.' 'Well, thank you so much you two for your delightful company. Delightful as ever.' 'The pleasure is all hours!' declared a tipsy Johann. Mrs De Boek got up and I followed. I could clearly make out the outline of her thong under the thin, figure hugging cotton dress. Her ass was too big for that number really, but I didn't mind - its giant proportions just turned me on. I felt a stirring in my loins as I imagined how I could have that ass naked slapping against me soon enough as I fucked this older woman doggy style, slapping her as I entered her pussy. Lost in my fantasy I realized that I had a full erection by the time we got to the back of the hotel and Mrs De Boek turned around. 'I couldn't wait to get my hands on you,' she said when we were alone, coming forward and embracing me. 'Neither you I. You look so hot.' We kissed and I reached around to squeeze her ass. 'My my! You aren't lying,' she said, reaching down to fondle my erection. It felt so good. 'Come on, let's take some photos.' She took my hand in hers and led me forward. We walked through the foliage and soon came to an Eden style orchard, true paradise. It was indeed deserted and silent. The stream ran through the middle as described, the moonlight bouncing off in a romantic fashion. Perfection. 'So, what do you want to photograph?' 'Well, I guess the stream is a must. The treeline is quite dramatic too, and that moon is fantastic.' 'Wouldn't you rather a few of me..?' she asked in a sultry voice. She slipped a strap off her dress so she had a bare shoulder, and her left breast became a lot more exposed. I lifted up my camera with a big grin on my face. She struck a pose, pouted, moved her legs around and I kept clicking. 'That's great, you're a natural in front of the lens. Now, how about the other strap?' She obliged, and so the top half of her torso was teasingly bare. Then she slipped her shoes off and lay down on her side. We both giggled as her poses became slightly ridiculous. Then she slipped a hand between her thighs and folded her legs together. She moaned and closed her eyes - it was obvious she was pleasuring herself through her thin dress. My breath was momentarily taken away before I remembered to keep photographing this sexy scene. Mrs De Boek stood up again and shimmied out of her dress completely. She was cupping her breasts, caressing her body... really getting lose in front of the camera as she had this impromptu modelling session. 'Turn around!' I implored. She did so willingly. Her big ass was encased in a red thong, the lacy frills disappearing between her ample cheeks. She even bent over and I got some great shots as she spread her cheeks with her hands. Her fingers were put in the elastic of her thong, stretched so much as it was across those thick, wide hips. Teasingly, she lowered the material and the crack of her ass was revealed. In the moonlight her curves were softened and exaggerated at the same time, giving her the proportions of a goddess come down to pleasure me, hand sculpted by Venus. Her thong fell free of her fingers and softly found its way to the grass. She stepped out and turned around, revealing her beautiful pussy. As she spread her legs apart the moonlight her lips and I could see the glistening moisture. Again I had to catch my breath before resuming the photography. She was loving the camera and her fingers toyed with her pussy for my satisfaction. Then her hands moved behind her and slowly the already lowered bra, and those huge breasts dropped out. The nipples were hard. At this point I couldn't concentrate on the pictures. I put the camera down and walked to her, squeezing and licking her body with hungry passion. This was not going to be a gentle love making session - I was going to fuck her silly. I ripped my clothes off as she got on all fours. Spanking her big ass, I entered her pussy from behind. I fucked her in this position with vigor, no restraint on offer. I needed to get my rocks off. Gripping that gorgeous waistline, the extra pounds she carried allowed me to hold on. 'Yes, fuck me! Make me a slut!' she pleaded. She had a filthy mouth in the sack. Not that we were in the sack. We were in the beautiful outdoors. It gave me such a thrill to think that at any moment anyone could walk into the orchard and see me fucking the mature owner of the place, naked on the ground, writhing in passion. 'You ride me for a bit,' I suggested, feeling myself close to orgasm. I pulled out of that tight pussy and lay down. She swung her thick legs over my body, grabbed my cock, and impaled it into her wet entrance. 'Ohhhh, fuck!' I moaned. 'I won't last long.' 'Please, just one minute, and I'll cum,' she begged between breaths. 'I think I can manage,' I said, and I did. In no time I felt the now familiar shudder of her climax running through her body. Her legs squeezed my middle and her fingernails dug into my chest. But it was her pussy contracting that really pushed me over the edge, and I could hold on now longer. I emptied my heavy balls straight up into her a just as she was coming down from her own high, and we collapsed onto the grass in each other's arms. 'I don't know when I last did something this naughty... sex outside! Well I never!' 'How about today?' I pointed out. 'Forgotten that already?' 'Oh yes!' she laughed. We lay there catching our breath under the moonlight, the only sounds being our soft panting with the slow trickle of the stream behind. Eventually we grabbed our stuff and headed to her house, not bothering to dress as we walked naked in nature. *** I spent the first half of the next day driving around in the vehicle with Mrs De Boek. She was proving to be a real asset when it came to getting shots of nature as she knew all the best parts. 'There are some giraffe that live over this way,' she told me as we hurtled along a dirt track. How she knew where was where I didn't know as it all seemed so large and spread out. Shots of giraffe, rhinos, lions and that kind of stuff were the money shots in this gig. I spent a good hour stalking the large necked mammals and figured that it would be worth a lot of work saved trying to track down and capture less photogenic beasts. 'What do you want to do this afternoon?' she asked as we ate our picnic. 'Not sure. To be honest, I'm so far ahead of schedule. I didn't think I'd find so many great animals so quickly, so there's no need to rush.' 'OK, that's good news. I tell you what. How about we spend the afternoon by the pool? Relax a little.' 'That sounds great. Does it get busy in the afternoon?' 'Don't be silly,' she laughed. 'Not the hotel pool. My pool.' 'Well, that does sound enticing.' We ate up and headed back. I grabbed an ice cold beer from the fridge as I headed out in my shades and swimming shorts. I sat by the pool, well, lay by the pool, and let my mind clear of all thoughts. I could hear the wind in the trees and the birds up above. Other than that... silence. I'd almost drifted off to sleep when my companion came out. She had obviously covered herself in sun all, and her bronze skin was shining in a dazzling fashion. All she was wearing was the bikini bottoms. Obviously topless sunbathing was the thing for her. It was a large garden, with dense foliage all around, and the pool was round the back of the house. 'That's a nice looking outfit you have,' I teased. 'I'm sure it's not my outfit you're looking at.' 'You're right. It's those massive, beautiful breasts.' She smiled and turned round to show me the tiny little bikini bottom's stretched over her thighs were in fact very little before too: the thin material of the thong was encase in her buttocks, disappearing completely from view. She theatrically bent over to put her phone and drink on the side, giving me a look at that giant ass spread wide, her material covered pussy poking out naughtily from the front. She lay down next to me and after the initial novelty of staring at her big tits had worn off, I got back to sunbathing and shut my eyes. I heard a splash. Mrs De Boek had got to do some laps. 'Would you do me a favor?' she asked as she emerged gracefully from the pool, water cascading off her near naked body, her thong slipping down her hips and giving me a tantalizing view of what lay beneath. 'Sure, what's that?' 'Would you rub some sun tan lotion on my back?' I got up and squeezed the lotion into my hands, warming it up. My palms rubbed her back and she moaned in appreciation. I went down further, until I was getting the top of her ass. I pushed the thong down, which she allowed. Feeling naughty, I prized it the rest of the way down, so her large ass was on display. Then I tried my luck. I squeezed some directly onto her asshole. She giggled but didn't stop me. I probed my finger around the puckered little hole. She cooed with pleasure. This was good! I then slowly but steadily pressured my finger until it was all the way in her ass. 'Oh, boy, yes! I haven't done this for a while. Be gentle!' This was all the encouragement I needed. I worked my finger in a loosened her up. I added a second and for a solid five minutes fingered her anally. It was indeed tight, but not too much so, and I guessed that she'd probably done this plenty in her life. Looking at the big ass on this mature lady was getting too much. I wanted the prize. I whipped off my shorts and my cock sprang forth. It was pulsating with desire. I squeezed the bottle and dumped a load of lotion onto my erection, lubing it up nicely for her. It was still bigger than my two fingers. Placing it at her entrance, I pushed slowly forward. Oh boy, I wasn't disappointed. She was so tight there, and the warm entrance was perfect for my cock. She was emitting noises which showed me it was a tad uncomfortable but well worth it in terms of pleasure. At first I was gentle and slow, only prodding the head in, but as she opened up to me I thrust harder and deeper. After a while I had got almost all my penis in, which was quite an accomplishment on her part, I thought. I spanked her ass and squeezed the sides of her hips, taking a chunk of fat in my hands and gripping as I thrust more and more firmly. She grunted and moaned, clearly still slightly uncomfortable, but loving the pleasure. 'Fuck, ah, oh, that is incredible. Mmmph, I haven't had a cock in there for years! Oh, yah!' she cried. 'You like my big cock in your ass don't you?' 'Yes! I love your young cock in my big fat ass!' I felt myself building up in this tight hole. I withdrew, pulled out and spun her around. She was now lying below me and I let the cum fly out of my cock. It covered her whole front, hitting her face and hair. I panted above her, admiring the view of this disheveled, sweaty woman soaked in my semen. *** 'I have to go down to Cape Down to see one of my kids,' she announced one evening as she cooked for me. 'It's a birthday.' We had established a nice routine and intimacy, with me spending most of my spare time in her house, my own room doubling as a private office for my editing. We were fucking like rabbits whenever we could. 'Ah nice. When are you going?' 'Two days time. I'll be gone a week.' 'A week! A whole week!' 'Yes, I know, it's awkward timing. But you'll just have to entertain yourself here. And when I return we can enjoy one final week or so of fucking, huh?' 'Yeah, I guess so.' This was a bit annoying. Well, I guess it'd be good to have a break from sex and recharge my batteries. I was probably drained. This would allow me to focus on my work, get it all done, and enjoy the final part of my stay by the pool and in bed with Mrs De Boek. We had sex as much as possible before she went. On the final night, we had a romantic session. She kept her windows wide open, the moonlight of a full moon streaming in. She rode me, and I spent a long time between her legs in missionary, kissing, fondling and whispering in each other's ears. It was incredibly tender, and I came inside her after she'd finished three times. When I woke up the next day she was heading out the door. 'Be good!' she chuckled. Then I was left in her house, alone. I got my stuff and spent the next couple of days really working hard. *** Walking back to my room during the second day without Mrs De Boek I passed Grace at the desk. The reception was empty. 'Good afternoon, sir. How are you?' 'Not bad.' 'Good day?' 'Erm, yes, not bad, but I'm quite tired and after a lot of exercise my back is as stiff as hell.' 'Oh that's not good. You know, I offer a massage service for the hotel. As it's a quiet afternoon and you are paying a lot to be here I will give you one free of charge, if you like?' 'Oh that would be great, thank you so much. A massage would feel amazing!' If you go to your room, I'll be in at half past,' she said, flying off to give someone towels. Neat! A free massage! I headed to my room and had a quick shower before the door knocked. 'Hello sir. Are you ready?' 'Sure am. Should I lie down?' 'Yes, remove all your clothes and lie on the bed with this towel. I'll wait in the bathroom, call when you're done.' I did just this and she came in. 'So you're tense huh?' 'Yep, just my shoulders and back really. I'd love something that took care of the muscles.' 'Well, a good massage is what you need.' 'I see. Great!' She got up on the bed and I felt her thick thighs straddle me. Her legs were warm and oh so soft. They also felt very large and muscular on my back. She put some oil on her hands and then went to work. Oh it felt great! She was firm from the start, and after the initial rub really started to put some weight into her hands. Especially relaxing but also painful was when she leant on her palms and pressed her weight into each muscle. Boy was that an effective treatment! After about ten minutes of this, with me groaning in pleasure and pain, I started to relax a lot and went into a state of serenity. I turned my head and saw us both in the mirror. I must admit, she looked very sexy. Her short dress had ridden up her bare legs, exposing must of the dark chocolate flesh. Her thighs were indeed thick but with no cellulite to speak of they were enormously sexy. Her big round ass was stretched against the material since she was leaning forward. It was an incredible sight. I started to grow slightly erect. She put herself flat on my back at one point. Her breasts were large and I felt she had no bra on, since the nipples were firm against my skin. Then she went to the base of the back and I felt the towel get pulled down slightly. She massaged the top half of my buttocks. Funny at first, it soon felt normal and actually pretty great. Then she shimmied down and started on my legs. As her supple hands worked their way up, the touch was softer. I could sense that the towel was now pushed up enough so that my cock and balls were on display. That was a turn on and I enjoyed thinking about her staring at my intimate area. Her finger grazed my left testicle. Only a slight graze, but one nonetheless. Then a second. Her movements up became bolder and she soon was making regular contact with my penis. I felt it surge and grow hard at all her 'accidental' swipes. Her touch was by now very sensual and sweeping, and really getting me horny. 'OK, turn over please, sir.' I did so, trying to be careful to keep the towel on me. But I wasn't so successful, and it came partially off, revealing my semi hard cock. She smiled. 'Who is this guy?' 'It's my cock,' I said. 'Do you like?' 'Mmm,' she smirked. Then her head went down and I felt her lips wrap around the head. Oh my! Her large lips felt incredible. I quickly went to full size and she greedily sucked it all in. Her hand also massaged it as she sucked. She made a lot of appreciative noises and I guess she enjoyed the blowjob as much as I did. 'I like this! Nice white penis.' 'That's amazing. Don't stop.' She doubled down and sucked with great strength. I marveled at her expertise. She was gliding up and down my rigid shaft with great speed, and I could only lie back and moan in utter amazement. 'You know, Grace, I'm not sure I'll last much longer than this.' 'Ok,' she said, with a smile. My cock popped out from between her thick lips and she stood up. What was she doing? I needed to cum! Well, my fears were soothed as she quickly stripped and mounted me, her beautiful naked dark body covering mine. Her thick, muscular thighs clamped around my waist. She faced away from me so her big ass was in my face. I felt my cock slip into her wet, wet pussy. Being younger than Mrs De Boek, and not having kids, she was quite a bit tighter. It felt incredible. Slowly she rode me, squeezing my hard penis between her wet lips. I watched her chunky buttocks wobbling when she jumped up and down, the pulsing fat send a ripple the whole way like a wave. It was so erotic and felt great. I held on, desperate to stave off the impending orgasm. Good job I'd had so much sex recently. 'Oh fuck!' she cried. 'Fuck me! Yes!' We did just that, the sounds of our moans and her ass slapping down onto my body filling the room. I was drenched in sweat at this exertion. We changed positions so she was on her front, her knees on the mattress and her big ass raised in the air. I gripped her big buttocks as I entered her from behind. I spanked her and squeezed the flesh. She was even tighter from this angle. She was shouting out loud as I pumped her with everything I could give her. My sweat was dripping from my face and splashing onto her fat buttocks. 'Fuck, I am cumming!' 'Cum over me, please!' She shimmied around and under me, so she was facing me. I got to see her large breasts for the first time. The dark nipples were large. I jerked myself as she lay expectantly. My penis exploded and semen shot out all over her, covering her dark body in white liquid from the bottom of her stomach to her face, catching her by surprise. As the ropes hit her, it pooled on her stomach and breasts, her torso absolutely covered. I collapsed and we both lay there. She went to clear herself up some time later and I took a sip of water. 'Fuck, that was fantastic!' 'I'm glad you enjoyed it. Did you like my African pussy, American boy?' 'I loved every inch of you.' 'I should go, I have work to do, and I've been here half an hour. I would love to massage you again some time,' she added with a grin as she fixed her hair and dress and headed out the door. *** The next few days were uneventful, but they did allow me to get well ahead with my work. So on the final day before my lover was due to return, I planned on spending my time in the cool of my air conditioned room editing shots and sending the portfolio back Stateside. Having said that, there was one incident that did stand out. I reminisced about this as I headed to my room after breakfast. It had happened the day before. I'd come back in the middle of the day and gone for a shower, but needed a new towel. No staff were about but by now I'd become slightly allowed to go where I wanted, so went to the stores in the basement to grab said towel. When I was down there I saw movement at the far end of the crowded storeroom. There was Johann, with his pants down by his ankles. I was coming to expect such behaviour from them. However, what shocked me was that it wasn't a woman. Instead, it was the young Brazilian guy who had joined us for drinks on the patio. He was there with his gay lover, who was sick in bed. Well, these two had obviously hit it off and the Brazilian was clearly not opposed to cheating. He was young, maybe mid twenties, and very effeminate. He was slim, except for his well rounded and muscular buttocks. They were like a woman's, and Johann was treating them that way. The Brazilian was completely naked, bent over, his hands against the wall. He was emitting high pitched moans of joy, encouraging the older man's thrusting. Johann was clearly fucking his ass, gripping it tightly as he plunged all the way in. I was slightly embarrassed to note I'd got an erection. I wasn't into men but there was something deeply erotic about this elicit scene. Anyway, I grew slightly hard again thinking about it the next day as I reached my corridor to settle into a day of productive work. I would certainly enjoy the return of my lover as I was quite horny now. As mentioned, my room was located in a quiet section of the hotel. Each floor was separated into two parts and I'm sure I had mine to myself. Being there for so long and also working I suspect they tried to give me an isolated part to make me feel at home. Anyway, walking to and from my room was obviously a silent affair, devoid of other guests' noises as might occur in a standard hotel. But when I got up, as I was thinking of the previous day's scene, I found myself face to face with Clara. She was in just a dressing gown, her hair askew and messy, her tanned thighs poking out from her gown with every step. She had a smirk on her relaxed face. 'Good afternoon, young man,' she said lasciviously. 'Hi. What are you doing up here?' She ignored the question 'You should really join us some time,' she said instead. 'It'd be fun.' She hadn't stopped walking and as she passed me she reached out and grabbed my semi erect penis. She squeezed and giggled before walking on. Wow! I didn't know what to say. She'd never come on to me before. Would it be considered cheating if I fucked her? And who was the 'we' she mentioned? That mystery was solved as I got to my room. 'Hello, sir, how are you?' said a dishevelled looking Grace. *** 'Well, hello there, big boy.' I looked up. Mrs De Boek stood over me. She was wearing a short animal print dress, thin and low cut. She looked very fuckable. 'Good afternoon... am I sure glad to see you.' I told her how I thought she looked. 'Not doing any work in my absence then?' 'Nah, I've finished the project. Sent it off.' 'That would excuse your current position by my pool.' She eyed my cocktail. It was five in the afternoon, still hot, but late enough to justify alcohol. 'Did you have a good trip?' 'Yes, it was lovely. Let me get a drink and I'll come and tell you all about it.' We chatted for an hour about the few days apart, sipping cocktails by the pool. 'Now,' she stated. 'That's enough talk. Fuck me.' With that she stood up and peeled off her dress, standing there in lacy yellow underwear. I stood up and dropped by swimming trunks so I was naked in front of me. I saw her eyes drink in the image of a firm young naked man on her property. We embraced and kissed with tongues slopping in each other's mouths. 'You have missed me,' she chuckled as my rising cock made contact with her pussy. I reached down and felt her slit. 'So have you,' I responded, registering the wetness of the material. 'How about we strip you.' She unleashed her breasts and I greedily devoured them, my hands squeezing her now bare ass. How I'd missed all this flesh! 'Sit on the chair,' I commanded, and she reclined on the pool lounger, legs wide opened. I got between them and dove into her wet folds, licking the clit and working my fingers inside her pussy. 'Oh yes! I've missed this for sure!' she wailed, her orgasm building quickly. My face was soaked in her juices. I lapped them up before planting a wet kiss on her lips - she loved that. 'Making me taste my own pussy juices, you naughty boy.' 'That's me. Now, I've got a big hard cock here that's in desperate need for a woman. How about it?' I stood up and she sat, her mouth engulfing my penis. She firmly sucked it. Then I pushed her down and mounted. She smelled fantastic, so feminine and alluring, that my penis got even harder. I pushed her onto her front, grabbed her fat ass and entered her from behind. I started ramming hard and thrusting deep, which she begged me to do. I pulled her hair back to further my domination. After that we went missionary, but I didn't last long. I'd been missing her pussy so much since her departure that I was really horny. I came inside her, and we both collapsed in a
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sweaty pile, stroking and kissing. *** We lay naked on the bed a few days later fondling each other's naked bodies. 'When I was away I was thinking about what you said, you know, about Grace.' 'You mean pleasuring the Germans?' 'Yes exactly. Johann I wasn't surprised about but Clara... Well, I knew she had experimented a little in the past. But I'd had no idea that she was still into that.' 'I caught them at it again you know.' 'Really?' 'Yes, it appears to be a regular thing. They were on my floor in the hotel together.' 'She's quite a naughty girl is Grace. I wonder if she does that with other guests?' 'Why, are you curious?' Mrs De Boek was silent. 'Oh my god, you are, aren't you? You've fantasized about Grace giving you head?' She was red. 'No! Well, I mean, I've thought about it. Doesn't mean I've fantasized about it, honey.' 'Yeah, you so have,' I teased. 'I'll bet you imagined her eating your pussy at night.' I teased her in this way and she blushed, trying to deflect. 'OK, I'll make you a deal. If you admit you fantasized about Grace eating you out, I'll tell you something very interesting.' She considered it. 'Alright. Deal.' 'You gotta say it.' 'Hmph! Fine! I'll admit I fantasized about having my pussy licked by my female maid. Now, tell me the gossip!' I told her about seeing Johann fucking the young gay guy in the basement. She was even more shocked, but admitted that she'd known him to screw gays in the past. It seems these two really did do any hole available. 'So, now you've admitted to it, let me ask you: have you ever had sex with a woman?' 'Yes, actually, I have,' she replied. 'Tell me about it.' 'Oh you men! Your minds... always in the gutter!' 'Please! You can't not!' 'OK, fine. Well, the first time was when I was off at university. There was this girl on my floor. A brunette, with large breasts and a dazzling smile. She and I had a nice bond and I felt that there was a certain energy between us. Her brown eyes would always linger, or if she handed something to me our fingers would touch, that kind of thing. Nothing major, but definitely there. A few times I lay awake at night and pleasured myself with her image in my mind. Yet I never considered doing something about it - it was just a pleasant fantasy. 'Anyway, one afternoon I was in the communal showers. It was open planned and us girls would just wash ourselves in front of each other. Today I was alone, but after five minutes I heard someone come in. When I looked round, she was there. We were obviously totally naked, so I guess the final barriers were down. We couldn't keep our eyes off each other and the atmosphere was electric. I'd never felt a sexual attraction to a woman before, but her body - the curves, the large breasts, the round ass - it got me so wet. A few minutes of this and I acknowledged to myself that something might happen. I felt a heat in my chest as I turned to face her. We both just sorta leaned it and kissed. Standing there, we slowly explored each other's bodies, feeling all the bits we'd never touched on another person. We each fingered the other to orgasm. Well, we headed straight back to my room and the rest of the day was spent in my bed. It was passionate, romantic and sexual.' 'That's hot. Did you repeat it?' 'Yes, we secretly got together for the rest of the year. And I must admit I went a little pussy crazy. It was a new but wonderful treat and I couldn't get enough. I enjoyed seducing a couple of my friends, having drunken flings, allowing lesbians to have their way with me. 'After university, I was pretty traditional again. Having said that, during my marriage we had a couple of threesomes with friends we knew who were experimental, shall we say. For about three years we also had a neighbor who organized orgies, so we went to a few at his house and I fooled around with women. 'But that was years ago. Last time I considered bedding a woman it was nearly a decade and a half ago. So I do admit it was an odd sensation to feel wet between my legs thinking about Grace.' By now I was very hard. Her hand had trailed down to my cock and was slowly, lazily jerking me. It was very erotic. I played with her pussy from behind, ensuring she was nice and wet, since I planned to fuck her. 'Let me suggest something naughty,' she said brightly. 'What?' 'How would you feel about allowing Grace to come and, you know, play with us?' 'Well I never. That's a pleasant surprise. As if I would say no!' She smiled. 'How shall we do this?' 'We could just ask? After all, we know she plays with both men and women.' 'We could. But how about making it a bit naughtier?' 'What are you thinking?' 'It would really turn me on to seduce her, even if we know it's a done deal. How about we engineer a situation where she walked in on us?' 'That sounds hot! We could get her over for some reason, some task, and make sure we're naked in bed, fucking.' 'Yes, then invite her to join. Mmm, I'm wet just thinking about it. Fuck it, let's do it now!' She reached over and grabbed the phone.' 'Hi, it's Mrs De Boek here. I'm at home but I've run out of towels. Can you get someone to run them over? Thanks.' She put it down. 'We always have our laundry here done by the hotel staff... saves me so much time.' 'But how do you know it will be Grace?' 'I saw the rota earlier. She's on, and at this time she likes to check our supplies in the basement. They'll ask her to do it.' 'Well there,' I said with a smile, moving over to my naked lover. 'We'd better begin.' She giggled and I began making love to her. I went slowly as we wanted to last, but I must have kissed and licked and sucked every inch of her. I even licked her asshole. In ten minutes we heard the sound of the front door, but pretended not to. We heard her come up the stairs and quietly call Mrs De Boek's name. Then it happened. She walked into the room. Mrs De Boek was on all fours and I was pounding her pussy from behind while we both faced the door. 'Oh my God!' shrieked Grace. 'I am so sorry!' We both pretended to be startled and cover up. She ran out. 'No Grace, come back! Don't worry!' I chased after her, running outside with my hard cock bobbing up and down. I grabbed her and told her not to worry. She looked embarrassed and said she hoped Mrs De Boek wasn't cross. 'Not at all! Come back in, everything is fine.' I brought her in the room. Mrs De Boek was on the bed, but she hadn't covered up. Her hands were stroking her body sensually and she had a cheeky glint in her eye. 'Now Grace, we were not expecting you. We were in the throes of passion and you walked in at a very inopportune time. What you saw was a very intimate moment.' 'Yes, I know, madam. I am so terribly sorry. I did knock. Whatever can I do to make it up to you?' 'There is only one way you can get back in my good books now.' 'What is that?' she gulped. 'Eat my pussy.' There was a pause, one I think of disbelief. Grace stared as the older woman opened her legs and started to play with her slick pussy. 'I know you like to eat pussy. And suck cock. And I'm desperate to try you out.' I looked over at Grace. Relief seemed to wash over her face as she realized the situation. She knew the score now. Without saying another word, she climbed onto the bed and started to go down on Mrs De Boek. I pulled up a chair and watched. It was an erotic scene, these two engaging in oral sex. I played with myself as I did. 'Strip, Grace, I need you naked if you going to enter my bed. Oh yes, I always knew you had a fantastic body under there. Those breasts! Turn around. Oh my, that is a fantastic big ass. Even bigger than mine!' Grace giggled at that. They embraced again, locked in each other's arms, kissing and fingering each other. Mrs De Boek then pushed her head down to her pussy again. This time, Grace licked to orgasm, the white woman yelping in ecstasy as the younger black girl gave her a tongue lashing. 'Wow!' exhaled Mrs De Boek. 'I haven't had my pussy licked by a woman like that in a very long time. Grace, you are quite skilled! I think I might be giving you a few extra duties.' 'It would be my pleasure,' laughed Grace. 'Now, why don't we get this fine young man here involved? As good as that was, I could really do with a nice firm cock.' I took my cue and walked over, climbing onto the bed. Immediately both ladies pushed me on my back and went to town on my penis. It was an incredible sensation as one tongue went to my balls, the other mouth engulfed the head, and four hands played with my parts. I wasn't sure who was doing what and frankly didn't care. They gave me a real good blowjob, alternating positions and swapping. Both deep throated my throbbing member. 'Girls, this is too good, I'm gonna cum!' 'You're not allowed to cum yet big boy,' said the older lady, my penis popping out of her mouth. I levelled up and started kissing Mrs De Boek. My hands were behind her, fondling her ass, and then onto the front, while she played with my penis. Grace was behind, rubbing up against me and playing with my ass. She even started fingering me and rubbing my taint. Then we swapped and I kissed Grace. We hadn't told Mrs De Boek that we'd already fucked. 'I want you to fuck Grace in front of me,' she ordered. Grace complied, lying down and allowing me to thrust into her wet entrance. Mrs De Boek stayed on the bed and watched us, playing with herself and pinching her nipples. She leaned in and kissed and so I was fucking whilst watching lesbian kissing. Mrs De Boek then sucked her big breasts. I could tell she was indulging in a long dormant fantasy to be with another woman. It did not take long for her to cum, and he pussy tightened round me. Without warning the two of them, I whipped my cock out and jerked myself so I came all over the two of them. I was so turned on that my semen soaked the two of them and they giggled as I sprayed their bodies. As I sat there panting they took turns to lick me cum off each other's bodies. 'That was quite an adventure!' breathed Mrs De Boek. 'It certainly was.' 'Was it your first threesome?' 'No, I'd had a couple with my ex back in the States.' 'What about you, Grace?' 'No, I've been with a couple of other men, women, and men and women at the same time.' 'You're a naughty girl, Grace, you'll have to tell me more about that some time. Well, I guess it's not entirely new territory for any of us, but it certainly felt kinky!' 'Sure did,' I agreed. 'Now, how about we have some more fun?' They positioned themselves so they were facing each other, and rubbing their own pussies with one hand while their other hand reached out and stroked the other's nipples. I sat there lazily watching this, knowing I would get hard again after a while. Then they switched to a 69 and ate each other's pussies, moaning and fondling the other one's ass. Both had ample behinds and it was a joy to watch them being played with. At this point I was ready to go ahead. I grabbed some lubricant and squeezed into Mrs De Boek's ass. I fingered her, before pushing my hard penis into the tight back passage. She now was being stimulated in both her holes, and this gave her a screaming orgasm. I repeated my trick of spraying them both with my seed as they kissed on the bed. We showered together, feeling each other and kissing passionately, before falling asleep. *** We all slept together in the bed that night. At some point we all woke up, and Grace went down on Mrs De Boek. It was very sexy watching them in the soft moonlight (we'd left the blinds open with just the thin curtains drawn to keep the insects out). I don't know how initiated it, although I can imagine the boss deciding she wanted her pussy munched and rousing the young employee to do her duty, but their noise stirred me. I watch it awe, stroking each of their bodies and squeezing their breasts and asses. The mix of light and dark skin was especially arousing to me, but I let my hard cock go unserviced so tomorrow's sex would be all the more enjoyable. The next morning we all woke up entangled in each other. 'You too were quite a sexy sight last night you know,' I mused. They both giggled and purred with satisfaction. 'Did you like the show?' asked Grace. 'Certainly. Although I must say it was a little unfair that you didn't receive anything back for your efforts.' 'Yes,' Grace agreed. 'I didn't get my pussy eaten.' 'Well, why don't we change that.' I looked at Mrs De Boek. She smirked and slithered down between the dark, thick legs of her employee. 'Oh!' moaned Grace. I think she was so used to performing oral sex on others she'd forgotten what it was like. 'Yes! That's it! Suck my clit! Oh!' I stroked myself with one hand while the other fondled Grace's erect nipples. I wanted to give her a little attention. And it didn't take long for her to cum either. We lazily kissed each other, tongues everywhere, until we were bored. We ate breakfast naked before retiring to the pool area outside Mrs De Boek's house to sunbathe - naked - for the day. I certainly appreciated opening my eyes to see to naked beauties, one older, one younger, one black, one white, both voluptuous. I napped. When I awoke I saw Grace sipping a water. Mrs De Boek was next to her, and her hand lazily caressed her thigh. Both remained naked, but glistened from the sweat and sun oil. 'You two sure look intimate right now.' 'We are,' retorted the older woman. 'Aren't you enjoying the view?' 'I sure am.' 'Would you like to see some more?' 'I wouldn't say no.' 'Wait one minute.' Mrs De Boek rose and walked in the house. I followed her big bare buttocks creasing as she disappeared. 'What do you think she's doing?' 'I've no idea mister.' I'd got a semi erection by this point just due to staring at the women. I didn't touch myself as I hoped to have sex and wanted to last as long as possible. It was quite a shock when I looked round and saw Mrs De Boek exiting the house. She was still naked but was wearing something: a large black strap on. I saw Grace's eyes widen as she realized that it was going to be entering her. 'Now, my submissive maid, let's see how you handle this.' She stood over her in a commanding fashion. Grace obediently sat up and started to stroke it with her hands as if it were real. Mrs De Boek's hands went to her hair and forced her down. She took the plastic toy between her lips and sucked hard, staring up at her boss. 'That's it. Good girl. Do you want me to fuck you with it now?' 'Yes please!' 'Then beg for it. Go on.' Grace slipped down and kissed the older woman's feet. She then pleaded to be fucked. Mrs De Boek positioned her on a lounger in doggy, and gripped the strap on, guiding it into the opening. Grace moaned and Mrs De Boek started to thrust, fucking the young girl, exerting total control. She spanked her and gripped her big black ass to complete the domination. Needless to say I was very turned on, and couldn't contain myself any longer. I went over and Grace sucked me cock. Then we repositioned, so Mrs De Boek fucked her in missionary. I went behind, and slipped into Mrs De Boek's ass, using Grace's pussy juice as lubricant. Grace came on the strap on, Mrs De Boek came on top of Grace, and I came in Mrs De Boek's open ass. It was a deliciously naughty morning. *** 'I loved Grace being involved it was so erotic, and I'm definitely going to use her to service me once you're gone, but if you don't mind I'd like to keep things just between the two of us for your remaining few days.' 'Yes,' I agreed. 'We don't have long left and I want to make love to you as much as I can.' It was sad to think my time in Africa would be over, and I'd be leaving Mrs De Boek. I'd grown fond of her, and we'd formed a connection. It wasn't just lust. But her life was here, mine wasn't, and she was twice my age. Still, I'd definitely be back to fuck her. 'I'm going to check on the hotel. Then why don't we have a soak in the steam room? We can go naked.' 'Sounds good to me,' I said, heading over to the spa, knowing full well that if we were alone we'd be fucking. And that's exactly what happened. *** 'Young man! I hear you are leaving us soon!' 'I'm afraid so. Day after tomorrow. Off in the morning.' I had just exited the pool after a cool off and bumped into Johann who had emerged to enjoy an afternoon cigar. He was in his customary outfit of loose cotton shirt and short shorts, with some canvas shoes. His skin was leathery, his hair was in contrast brilliantly white. 'Will you miss us?' he joked. 'I don't know how I'll cope but you know, I'll live.' Johann chuckled. His wife soon joined us and we said hi. She was looking attractive, I thought, in a very thin white dress that showed off her toned figure and firm breasts. Into my mind flashed images of these two fucking as I'd seen numerous times: both being orally pleasured by Grace, Johann fucking an athletic young gay guy, Clara exiting a bedroom with the maid clearly having been having sex. 'I'll join you guys for a drink this evening.' 'Certainly! Look forward to seeing you two,' he added as I walked away, toweling myself off. Those two knew about Mrs De Boek and I, unsurprisingly. They were the only ones we were open in front of about our situation, plus Grace I suppose, although it wasn't a secret. That evening Mrs De Boek and I got dressed together. She'd had some work so we hadn't had sex that day. It was our penultimate night so I was keen to get in some quality fucking. She slipped on her lacy red thong and matching bra, holding up those giant breasts, and into a slinky dress. It went midway up her thighs, had no sleeves, and was very low cut. It was a light green, the material being very thin cotton. One thing I liked about this place was that in the evening the ladies all wore very thin outfits. She applied some makeup and did her hair nicely, before adding gold jewellery. We greeted the mature couple. Clara was also dressed nicely with heeled sandals and makeup. With them was the young homosexual man I'd seen Johann fucking in the basement the other week. He was here with his boyfriend who I believe had been ill, then they'd had a falling out. This must be why he was so eager to be fucked by Johann. I wondered if Clara was having sex with anybody except the maid. And was she just getting oral sex from her or properly making love? We sat down and toasted each other. Gabriel was the name of the man. He was effeminate and slim, wearing just a pair of short shorts. His tanned body was hairless. He had long hair. I remembered seeing his ass being used by Johann and that it had been plump in contrast to his small body - much like a woman in fact. I was thinking that from behind he'd probably seem quite similar to a chick. Then I clocked that my dick was getting hard and I moved on. We all laughed a lot and there was a good group dynamic. There was plenty of teasing, dirty jokes and innuendo. The women were very careless with their clothing and I enjoyed looking at all the bare leg and exposed breast. It was getting and I enjoyed looking at all the bare leg and exposed breast. It was getting me horny and ready for the fucking that was no doubt to come. But I was enjoying myself too much to want to rush the evening. At some point conversation turned to teasing Gabriel's near nudity. 'This man loves being naked!' laughed Johann. 'How would you know you dirty old pervert?' tittered Clara. Conversation continued in that raucous fashion. 'Gabriel. I dare you to go skinny dipping!' We all roared with laughter but to our surprise he stood up and shimmied out of his little shorts. He was shaved all over, and his medium size cock sprang up. We watched in silence. He turned to the pool. His ass was beautiful, I had to admit. It was less tanned which just made it sexier. Any woman would love to have that on her. He dived into the pool then came out after a quick lap. We cheered as he dried himself and sat down, still naked. He was grinning and I could tell the mood was taking a decidedly sexual turn. Then Johann dared Clara to do the same. She stood and dropped her dress. Her bra came off, her perky breasts and firm nipples exposed. She slipped her panties off to reveal a perfect, bald pussy. We were open mouthed. She too did a lap of the pool then came out. She looked even hotter wet. She sat on Gabriel's lounger as we cheered. Then her hand slipped down and started playing with his cock. I was surprised as he was gay, but he didn't seem to mind. Hey, a hand is a hand. 'OK guys,' said Mrs De Boek. 'We have to draw the line here. We have guests.' 'Well I'm not done drinking!' moaned Johann. 'We can continue at mine. How's that?' It sounded fun so we gathered our stuff and walked to the house, two of the party still nude. I wasn't sure where this would end up. Mrs De Boek mixed us all drinks. We were sat on her sofas in the dim lighting, the softness of which helped everyone look more attractive. Johann was sat between the two naked attendees, both of which he'd fucked. His hands were on both of their legs, stroking both male and female parts intermittently. When we'd handed out drinks, I sat down with my lover on the sofa opposite. 'You're look like you're enjoying yourself!' she said to Johann, a big smile on his face. 'Why wouldn't I be? Two naked hotties either side - one the sexy woman I love, and the other a firm young gay with a tight little asshole to enjoy!' We all roared with laughter. 'You've always enjoyed a tight ass haven't you?' said his wife. 'Like you're any more discerning! Hard cock, wet pussy, either will get your juices flowing!' We were drunk at this point and having a blast. 'You got it hubby!' 'Johann,' said Mrs De Boek. 'I've never seen you kiss a man before.' 'Well, I'm more into the buggering part but I have done so.' 'Go on! Show us!' The two women whooped. 'Only,' he said with a finger raise. 'Only, if you two girls do so first.' At this point I cheered and encouraged them. They paused and looked at each other. 'I'm game if you are.' 'Go on then.' Then got up and sat on a chair in the middle, their legs intertwined, their arms draped over each other's shoulders. It was a sexy sight, especially as one of them was naked. They leaned in - we were silent - and their soft lips met. They kissed tenderly at first, before opening their mouths and lashing tongues. Clara's hands were all over Mrs De Boek and soon she was shedding her clothes. Off slipped her dress, then bra, and finally panties, until both women were naked and caressing each other as they kissed. 'Well now,' said Clara as they paused. I am very wet indeed! She spread her legs and Mrs De Boek got on her knees. She licked her pussy and Clara was moaning in pleasure. Johann watched before telling his young man to turn around and present himself. I watched as the Brazilian did just that, his round and smooth ass opening as Johann slowly pushed his hard cock into the tight hole. Both images were erotic and I needed to get some stimulation. I quickly stripped and went behind Mrs De Boek, entering her pussy and watching the lesbian event in front. Clara opened her eyes and watched us fucking. Clara came quickly, and took five minutes out to refresh herself and have a drink. I sat in her place while Mrs De Boek slowly and sensuously rode me. I was keen not to cum quickly as I wanted to make this evening last. I looked round to Johann and his Brazilian. They were in the same position, Johann taking him from behind, spanking and gripping his rounded, smooth ass. It was like a woman's and I must say I was curious. I noticed how hard I'd become watching. I thought that Johann was not gay, but just enjoying a hole and a bottom barely less feminine that his wife's. Clara rejoined us. She walked behind Mrs De Boek and put her hands on her breasts, kissing her neck and cuddling her. She pushed Mrs De Boek forward and started to lick her ass. This was kinky! Mrs De Boek came soon after, gushing all over my penis and shouting both of our names. I was close, so while Mrs De Boek cooled off I asked Clara to suck my cock. I played with her nipples and she moaned in pleasure. I wanted to fill her mouth. 'I'm going to cum!' I announced, gripping her hair. She didn't move. Sure enough, I felt a huge surge in my balls and she took a gallon of semen, swallowing it well. I heard Johann move and looked over. He was rigid, clearly also filling his hole. The Brazilian took the load in his ass and moaned as he did so. We all rolled over and lay there, panting and laughing. We were on the comfy rugs, everyone lying on top of each other. 'That was a lot of fun!' breathed Clara. 'Did we all cum?' I asked. Everyone said yes. 'I didn't!' the Brazilian said. 'A shame,' said Mrs De Boek. 'Why don't we do something about that?' I noticed he was still hard. 'Ever had a blowjob from a woman?' asked Clara. 'Nope.' 'Two women,' Mrs De Boek corrected, and they both shuffled over, diving onto his penis before he could protest. His eyes opened wide and I could tell he was pleasantly surprised. He let this happen - his first straight blowjob. I was surprised when, halfway through, I felt a hand on my cock. I looked down. It was his. Well, maybe he needed to feel one to cum, I figured. He had soft hands and a nice touch, so I let it stay. 'Oh man, I didn't think you'd be able to do it, but I'm about to-' with that he tensed, gripping my cock (which was now hard again) and cumming all over the women's faces. It was a hot sight, and I think they had done a great job because he came a lot. Plus he'd been fucked for a while before. The women got up to clean themselves, and Johann went to refill his drink. 'Thanks for letting me fondle you,' he said. 'No worries. Figured you needed the help. Plus, it was decent.' 'Hmm, so you enjoyed?' 'I guess,' I said. He needed no more encouragement. Turning over he started to lick my balls and gently jerk my penis. Was this happening? It felt great, so I let it. When the others came back they must have been surprised to see me fucking the gay in his ass! It was such a tight hole and he was expert and massaging my cock with his hole. The others got down to it, and Johann fucked Mrs De Boek and Clara. We all came once more, Clara jerking off the Brazilian as I came in him, and Johann all over his wife, after the women had finished themselves. The others slowly made their way home and Mrs De Boek and I showered before climbing exhausted into bed. *** That final morning I made passionate love to Mrs De Boek one last time in the silence of her home. It was romantic, missionary sex, with us kissing and me finishing inside her. It was hard to leave, since we'd formed such a bond. As Benson drove me to the airport I watched Mrs De Boek's figure diminishing out of the back window. She was in a summer dress, her large braless breasts hanging heavily down, her thick thighs showing through the slit in the material. I hoped I would see her again.
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_Author's note_ _: Once my first outline done I realized I had "borrowed" from Borges'_ Book of Sand _and John Carpenter's_ Prince of Darkness _. I'm putting these two titles here so you can check them out when you find the time._ ======================================== **And there is something else I thought about.** **All this room they gave us. All this time I spent taking it when I could have been filling it. If this box is infinite there's enough space for us and all I could have made up about it. Maybe that's why they've lost from the beginning. It contained what I forgot to write. What I didn't. In between the billion typewriting monkeys, a billion things could get nipped. A few words about how I, the naked ape, could write a few words. About you. Of you. Your name. Your thoughts. Everything you ever said. Everything you didn't, couldn't. Everything I remember. Everything I forgot. A word for the color of your eyes. A word to remind me you forgive me.** ********* **Friday (eleven days)** The smiles didn't alter when it was finally Lenore's turn. They were still grins stuck in muscles with neither variations nor nuances. Polite. She stood from her chair to speak at 9am, the time workday began the other days. The mid-September staff meetings at Deep Green Alliance were relaxed, happy, friendly; everybody was supposed to be mellow from the summer break, and the starting year of the company was only about last year's performance and not yet about the projections for Quarter 1. But it was 9am. Everybody was anxious to go to their desks. But she replaced the pie charts on the screen with the schedule for the next internal newsletter--The Halloween Special--and in it would be more pie charts, bottom lines and headshots but most importantly the one announcement everybody would read: the Halloween party. And only then the smiles twitched a bit. This spurt of attention helped her segue to the part of _Monthly Green_ everybody would only pretend they would read: the ten extra pages Lenore had engaged herself to write: a scary short story. "...I wanna thank Eliza of Management who suggested the idea after she learned about my literary quirks. Proof that she _does_ read our resumes." The laughs went convincing enough and the beat allowed her to show and explain the cardboard box: "So as I explained, you're all invited to put your scary story idea into the box. It can be anonymous, of course. You have till next Friday to fill it with all your spooky anecdotes, outlines, or cinematic universe, I don't know... then it's up to me to make them into an entertaining story. The box will be in the breakroom of Accounting, next to the coffee machine. The slit is too thin to throw your empty cups inside." The few laughs she got bent toward embarrassment. Only Eliza nodded. Winked even. The rest of the frontline of smiles was back to polite. The floors above and beneath were already at the job. Lenore cut her presentation short. The double doors of the meeting room opened, people spread out. She went back to the Accounting floor and put her suggestion box between the coffee machine and the microwave and then she went to work on some pie charts all day. At 7pm, she took it home. It was surprisingly heavy. ********* Lenore locked the door of her apartment and took her shoes off. She exhaled with relief and excitement, and secretly with fatigue. As every day, her real workday could begin: writing. Supposedly. The backlog of books for her next haul video was still there on her desk. Her real desk. It had been for weeks now. As every day she would not dare log on to her YouTube account, check her inbox, too scared to see the hundreds of impatient comments and messages--or a lack thereof. To see the stagnating subscriber count. Too scared to admit her channel was defunct and it was just a lack of commitment. Like every evening she took some time from her real workday to take a shower, have dinner, clean her kitchen a little, watch a little internet, then inexplicably waste some more time, ten minutes here, five minutes there... Then it was midnight again, time to sleep. Again. _What's it gonna be when I have children_, she thought. Teeth brushed and pajama on, she got in bed, took the suggestion box with her. The white ceiling welcomed her, the last sight of each of her days, where she could draw her last thoughts. Today was how she aced public speaking this morning. Lenore ripped the two pieces of tape off the lids. The 8x8x8 box was full. She couldn't believe it. They were forty-five at the meeting but it was like the whole building had come to play her horror story contest, every floor of Deep Green, plus the guys at TravelGuess next door, and probably even the Störme-Sterne people from across the street, they were at least two millions in that skyscraper that stole their sun all day. The surface layer was all letter-size sheets. No torn papers. Lenore was actually...touched. She unfolded a first one. **THERE'S SOMEONE BEHIND YOU** Just this. Handwritten. Centered. Capital letters. Black ink. _Ok..._ There was only the wall behind her. Still she stirred her legs under the covers and rubbed the back of her neck. Like when someone tells you the room has cockroaches and the entirety of your skin suddenly gets on the watch. She'd never liked horror. Some parts of _Harry Potter_ had frightened her sleepless as a kid. So Stephen King, fucking Lovecraft and Ligotti had always been a no-go. But hey, it's Halloween. And Eliza was enthusiastic. And she's not 10 anymore, she's 23, a big girl, she knew a thing or two about horror. About being scared at least. **A STORY THAT WOULD BE LIKE JURASSIC PARK... WITH ZOMBIES. YOU GO ON VACATION THERE AND YOU CAN HUNT ZOMBIES LIKE A SAFARI. AND AT THE END THE MAIN CHARACTER GETS BITTEN BY A ZOMBIE AND TURNS INTO ONE AND THE YEAR AFTER ONE OF HIS COWORKER COMES AND KILLS HIM.** Lenore cracked up, not because it was good but because it was adorable. Then because it _was_ not good. Or maybe it was. Among the papers, the slips, the sticky notes, the torn pages, she found a small strip, folded as to form a long accordion once unfolded. It said: **v=dQw4w9WgXcQ** It took her some time to figure out it was the end of a YouTube address. But when she did and checked, she sighed it was going to be a long week. ********* Around 1am, after a few videos from the suggestions sidebar, she closed her laptop and went back to the box, determined to read at least one good thing tonight. **THE HAUNTED DILDO** **A GIRL DECIDES TO USE HER DILDO ON THE BALCONY FOR A CHANGE. IT'S A NICE SUMMER NIGHT AND ALL.** **SHES DOING HER BUSINESS AND SHE NOTICES A MAN WATCHING HER FROM A WINDOW IN THE BULDING IN FRONT. HE LOOKS HANDSOME SO SHE LETS HIM PEEP AND IT ACTUALLY MAKES HER COME HARDER COS SHE'S A SKANK LIKE THAT.** **THE NEXT DAY SHE ASKS WHO LIVES THERE AND THE LANDLORD TELLS HER THE APPARTMENT HAS BEEN EMPTY FOR YEARS CAUSE THERE WAS A MURDER OR SOMETHING.** **THE GUY WAS A GHOST.** _Jesus Christ..._ Tomorrow was Saturday but she really should go to sleep. Since she had started to cut back on her antidepressants, Lenore tended to oversleep and didn't want that. She had a lot of things to do. She hadn't planned what exactly, but she did. As she put back the box on the floor, she heard a thump. Someone had managed to stick an object inside. She shook the box, it thumped again, sounded quite big. With no fear for papercuts, she sank a hand down the sheets. She felt plastic, gripped it and pulled out the last thing she expected to see in her home. A dildo. She was no expert but it was the basic type. A purple bullet-shaped dildo with buttons on the base to make it vibrate. Seven reasonable inches. Brand new in its clamshell pack. " _Made in China_," she read out loud from the paperboard card inside. _So the kind that gives you butt cancer cause it's made out of cheap plastic._ There were instructions in five different languages, a speech bubble that read '5 Super Speeds!', a picture of some random whore with a better ass than her, but there was no note to accompany the offensive gift. No **GOTCHA**, no **LOL**, no **HAPPY BIRTHDAY**. It wasn't her birthday. _If a man put it there, it's harassment_, she sneered, despite herself. _If it's a woman..._ She brushed off the pavlovian thought and tossed the sextoy back into the waves of paper. She turned off the light and tried some shuteye. Since she had cut back on her antidepressants she had a hard time falling asleep. 2am, she saw. _For fuck's sake..._ She thought. And thought and rolled over, and thought. _How did they even pull that off?_ The practical joke was unlike anyone at work to begin with. No one she knew at least. The inner monologue tossed and turned as much as she tossed and turned in the bed, looking for a good posture, one that wouldn't make her hear her heartbeat inside the pillow. Until her thoughts caught on something. _The package is sealed at least. Means it's unused_. She thought casually that she hadn't masturbated in two weeks. A long time, even by her standards. The fight for sleep calmed down, until Lenore was lying on her back, eyes to the ceiling, paradoxically immobile and tense. One more minute passed and suddenly she reached out for the thingy and held it in the patch of streetlamp light filtering through her shades. _If I don't say anything about this on Monday, some people will have a good laugh behind my back. But if I say anything it's gonna be a legal massacre._ Down the street, a car drove by. People out on a Friday. Having fun. _I don't have batteries anyway._ _I never tried a vibrator before. Must be so intense._ _Too intense._ _I can't be-lieve they did that shit._ _No way this crap is touching my skin._ _I have a few condoms left from Brian..._ Her nipples hardened under her oversized t-shirt. She refrained from rolling over because she knew she would then feel a cold wet spot in her boxers. There were two batteries in the TV remote. Three more in her alarm clock. 2:39am "Fh-uuuuuuck," she sighed out. And got up. _If this thing vibrates like an earthquake I'm throwing it away._ _I wanna see how it works. If I'm destined to write about haunted dildos at least let's see how a dildo works._ It took three minutes to scissor the package open without slicing her fingers, a couple more to clean the toy in the sink, to look and touch around for any default, to put the batteries in, sit back comfortably in her bed and eventually a soft buzzing covered the sound of nervous breathing in her bedroom. The noise wasn't as menacing as expected. She wrapped her hand around the smooth shaft. "Ok. It vibrates alright." She turned it off, dropped it onto the covers. In the restored silence, she easily pictured how it would feel on her clitoris and it made her blush. How it would feel inside her vagina was more difficult and her imagination came up with strange uncharted reactions the dildo could awake. This made her uneasy. A well-known, well-hated anxiety. Often accompanied by the image of her mother slapping her fingers for biting her nails. Lenore pushed the O _n_ button twice. Speed #2 resounded. A bit faster, a bit louder. Three more pushes to Max Speed. This one was low and ample and rough. Almost hilarious. One more and the cycle ended, the toy shut down. Again, the silence left Lenore facing her empty hesitations. Her legs stirred under the covers, this time in a very specific way and Lenore was nonplussed, if not bewildered, that in the back of her head she had already decided she would masturbate. And not as a frustrating substitute for sex: masturbating for the sake of masturbating. And then she rolled her eyes, as she additionally realized she would have to _decide_ which speed she wanted for her clitoris. Though, a nicely warm flush came up with the reasons why she settled on #2. It flowed from her face to her whole body. Her shirt was chaffing her nipples. But the shirt would stay on. As if people were was watching, she would keep her clothes on. She even tucked the covers up around her shoulders, and sitting up against the headboard, her feet flat on the mattress, she made it look like a pelvic exam. She placed the tip on her left inner thigh, as close to her crotch as she could dare. Two clicks, the thing buzzed. It tickled. She let the doohickey do its thing on the side; her free hand had a more serious affair to attend: ease under her boxers and through her unkempt bush, down to her labia. Lenore was definitely wet. Her fingers bent back up, spread her open, pulled the hood of her clitoris. It didn't tickle anymore. She caressed her sweet little button, just to pet it, reassure it. And that she so secretly cherished it this way made her flush all over one last time before... Her other hand moved just an inch upward and the alien object made contact with her sex through the fabric. "hhh _Oh my God!_ " Immediately she pulled it away in shock. And just as immediately put it back on, to be sure. And yes, a moan or a gasp escaped her mouth as the vibrations broke through. Yes, it was more intense, it was more different than anything she could have imagined. She pulled the dildo away again, stopped right on the edge, panting, whimpering. Five seconds. Five seconds had been enough to feel the domino effect inside her that lead to her orgasms. Five seconds to realize her face was a lewd grimace of surprise. And she hadn't even moved her hand. She closed her knees together, turned the thing off, turned the lights on. She trod the comforter away and looked down at her body. "Oh my God..." _So that's why everybody has one_, she thought because she wouldn't think _So that's what I've been missing out all these years_. Her clitoris was throbbing, as surprised as herself. Phantom vibrations were still inside and reluctantly fading out. She rubbed herself to scramble them off and then, forgetting about the supposed watchers, she pulled her underwear down. She had two choices: get herself off the traditional way, or use the toy and have, hypothetically, the biggest orgasm of her life. But it was more than that--it was _beyond_ all that--The pleasure inside her clit she had glimpsed, it wanted nothing to do with the short way to climax. It was a pleasure as long as warmth, or inner peace. Something to savor for as long as... _The journey more important than the destination._ It made Lenore smirk how a guilty as charged jill-off session had taken a buddhic turn. But it was true. They may not be as intimate and gracious as her fingers but the vibrations of the toy were something huge. So huge there were things inside. And as a writer, things hiding inside bigger things called her forth. Turned her on. Also she was horny. Lenore was human at the end of the day. Her heart was beating fast and hard. It went harder and faster because she opened the drawer of her nightstand and took a condom wrapper out of it. Three left, she saw. 2:54am She took her shirt off, it gave her nipples a break. Now she was completely nude. She hadn't masturbated naked in years. In fact she never did. With two trembling hands, she rubbed uncomfortable shivers off of her breasts, turned them into manageable heat. Two fingers did the same for the hole of her vagina. And while she couldn't believe it, she got on all fours to reach deeper inside herself. While not extinguishing any fire, her massage soothed her muscles, got her patiently ready. Propped up on her elbows, her two unsure hands put a condom on the dildo. Then going treacherously confident, her hands turned the vibrator on. Her confident back lay down on the bed and her confident legs spread a little. She looked down at the cleft of her pussy. Watched the tip of the dildo approach, its purple color paled by the transparent yellow of the condom. It touched her and she heard herself moan. She couldn't believe how it sounded. Almost like crying. And these vocalizations destroyed her efforts to delay the moment she would move on to her clitoris. There was no way to get ready for this. Besides delaying. The vibrations made contact with her delicate genital skin. "Aaaaaaahh..." It came out naturally. She couldn't believe it. Her hand began the slightest circling motion. She let out another moan. Usually those only appeared at the peak of her orgasms. Not anymore. Now she discovered that there was such a thing as _fighting back_ her orgasm. Holding it back with every technique, every little tweaking of her flesh that she knew, every muscle, every tendon, every breath, hold it and enjoy the new sensation blasting in her, hold it until she would find it too wrong to feel it, which would only take a matter of seconds. She pulled the toy away not to come too quickly. And of course she couldn't believe that it meant _come too soon_. Usually it never took her more than five minutes to masturbate, right now it would take five seconds to come. And she wanted it to last all night. It was the only thing she controlled, her will to live this moment. She turned on all fours again and widened the circular motion over her clit, fast and rigid. It was like when Brian used to take her doggystyle. When she loved to let him take her like that, see her like that, hear her like that, when she knew he was looking at himself penetrating her so deep and understood him, when he spread her cheeks and looked at her asshole and this gaze felt just like a tongue. Her anus was contracting, to the rhythm of her pleasure, open for all the ghosts to see, the ones supposed to be behind her tonight. Her pussyhole too. Pulsating over wetness. Begging. She glided the full length of the shaft along her slit, up and down, and almost paused when the tip rested against the wet opening, but she withdrew, thinking, _No, not that_. Instead she turned to her side, lifted a leg up and pressed hard against her clit, saturated it, afraid that she wouldn't have the same resolve next time she ventured. So she made sure the vibration seeped in her, thick. The cries it pulled out of her mouth were from a new woman. One Lenore didn't know she was. In a matter of one evening, she proved, through sexuality, to be an immense being. Immense like ambition, inspiration, strength. Ideals. She could now understand those diagrams of the anatomy of the clitoris she saw on Reddit. She _got_ them. Got how this tiny nub was in reality this huge strange four-legged creature snuggling her vagina. She could feel the whole of it for the first time, stiff, rattling, and about to come. Her orgasm began with a long-drawn-out groan, cut short by a first contraction of pure pleasure that hammered in her brain. She pushed the tip even deeper into her clit. She moaned with her mouth open and her eyes closed. But no, she needed to be on all fours, so she did, opened, liberated, just in time to feel all the following contractions of her two very jealous holes. She couldn't stop wailing, blow after blow. Until it brought laughs and tears. Lenore had never come so hard she cried and/or laughed before. A gift from the new woman. Liquid even dripped down from her urethra at some point but she didn't notice, too busy transforming into the person who was having the biggest, longest, weirdest, most spectacular orgasm of her life. She gave herself three more of those that night. Only three because when she finally did notice she was squirting, she started to cry too hard to go on. Cries of bitter joy, full of promises for the next day and the next days forever. 5am. ********* **Saturday (ten days)** The new woman disappeared like shadows did at sunrise. Lenore awoke at noon on a salty pillow. Her brain assured her she was tired and she believed it. Everything that happened last night was now unexciting like stored data and she could feel she would spend her Saturday the usual way: doing not much. She would not feel guilty about it. Writing was out the question so soon in the process. And the formidable rush she had experienced only proved once again that she had it in her, that there was hope, not necessarily a ravenous drive, not an irrepressible capacity to write half a novel in one feverish sitting, not the network, not the results, but at least a will. Something stronger than her apathy. A Viking mode she would switch on later. At the right moment. But now in the daylight, the two new objects in her space, box and dildo, felt like tasks. Their sight sent butterflies in her belly, yet going back to them would not flow smoothly like it did yesterday. And despite knowing she would masturbate today--several times, no doubt--despite the fact that she shaved for the first time in weeks, Lenore got dressed after her shower. While eating her microwaved lunch she avoided thinking about her next orgasm. It was exhausting to think about it, to _feel_ about it. She had the whole afternoon for herself and had just discovered masturbation as an unexplored continent. _Stagefright. For lack of a better word._ As the hours passed, the urge hindered her from even indulging in idleness. So eventually, reading from the suggestion box became a good excuse. No preparation, no cleaning up. And she could do it on her couch. Notepad and pen to look serious. She put the box on her lap. **THIS BOX CONTAINS ONLY LIES** Lenore rolled her eyes with an amused pout. Clever boy wanted to show off with his liar's paradox, but he ignored how Brian used to nag her with this kind of mindfucks. _Let's find a long one._ **100% TRUE. CANON HAD TO RECALL ALL THEIR NEWEST L SERIES CAMERA LENSES BECAUSE OF A DEFAULT. WHEN USERS TOOK A PICTURE, SOME PEOPLE ON THE PICTURE APPEARED EYELESS. ON EVERY PHOTO AND ALWAYS THE SAME PERSON.** **CANON DID THIS AFTER SOME GUY IN JAPAN KILLED HIS FAMILY AND CLAIMED THE PHOTOS SHOWED THEY WERE EVIL DUPLICATES.** **WHEN YOU SEARCH FOR THE LENS ON EBAY YOU GET YOUR ACCOUNT TERMINATED.** _Come on, it's the same story as that movie with the sunglasses. You can do better._ She kept on reading. Some good leads. Some pathetic attempts. Lenore observed the experiment got her very arrogant. Normal people didn't understand the science of storytelling. Not as instinctively as her. But overall, people were just nice and funny. It was nice they had taken the time for this. It was sad she barely talked to any of them. It was weird they had taken the time for this. It was weird anyone paid attention. At least she didn't find anything weird. Weirder than the dildo. She found a small envelope, the elegant kind that goes with flowers and gifts. It contained a note: **FOR THE GIRL WHO LOST EVERYTHING.** And a key. Common type, padlock key, nickel, round head. 'P19' sharpied on it. "Wow, an ARG," Lenore said, mildly enthused, more focused on the fact that someone assumed she had 'lost everything.' She read until she had a thin stack of paper neatly unfolded at her feet, under a paperweight. And until she couldn't deny anymore that her hands were shaking. She wanted to meet the new woman. Through sexually altered state. No, cross that. She wanted to reach that point where both, her and the new woman, met. A point where she was coming really hard. And hand in hand they became undistinguishable. _Convoluted comparison._ She was exhausted before even starting. After much ceiling-staring, she decided it could begin with something that always had made her blush about masturbation as much as it thrilled her: a ritual. Lenore took her clothes off and folded them neatly next to the stack of paper. It looked like a ritual enough. She got up before making a wet spot on the couch and went to the bathroom for a towel. The largest she would find. There she found herself standing motionless, thinking it didn't happen to her a lot to walk around naked, in broad daylight. And she also pondered if she should submit to the idea that came to her suddenly. _Do it out of curiosity._ She went back to the couch with the towel and a hand mirror. Just for curiosity. She masturbated three times, as many times as there were leftover condoms in the nightstand. The first orgasm was quick but as strong as ever. Only a few drops fell on the towel, nothing like those incredible jets she had seen on the internet. The new woman didn't show up. Lenore allowed herself a coffee break. For the second, she sat on the floor, between paper and clothes, her back against the couch and the mirror angled at her vagina. She looked at it, indecently hairless. She could have found it pretty. Had it been not hers. She parted her labia, opened herself as wide as she could, as indecently as she could. She pulled on the hood of her clitoris and squinted at the reflection of it sticking out, leaned closer. With two fingers she tried for the fabled G-spot magazines and blogs were so stoked about. Only to be disappointed; more fascinated by the sight of fingers delving into her. And thinking that fingers don't vibrate. She pulled off the old condom and rolled on a new one. Her breathing rose to a hardly manageable level. She caressed herself with the vibrating toy, avoiding her clit. And then finally, pushed a few inches inside her. The first observation was, again, disappointing. Her vagina was not used to such a girth anymore. And her crotch vibrated. That was pretty much it. Down to the bones in her buttocks on the carpet. _Let's try speed #3._ _No, 4._ The vibrations increased comically with each push of the button. And then Lenore angled the tip against where G-spots are supposed to be. " _Ohhhhh Oh my God AAaaaah!_ " She pressed against what she had found. "Fuuuck...HH...HHHh..." Her toes curled. In the mirror, her pussy swelled up. There was a now very obvious little ball inside her that was sparkling in response. Lenore pushed the dildo as far as she could to get away from it and give herself a break. She went through the speed cycle back to #2. She braced for the next step: moving her hand up and down. How could she have missed such a sensitive organ inside her? Anyway, she started massaging it. She looked at herself doing it. She moaned with unexpected pleasures. And became a writhing, blabbering choreography of twitches. The time it took her to find the right motion was not lost. Journey and destination again. (Not Buddha, Oliver Goldsmith, she looked it up.) She still wasn't sure she had found it when she put her fingers on her clit and went for the climax. Finding out she actually did made her moan definitely loud. Because her G-spot came, not her clitoris. Now _this_ was a mindfuck. She groaned. Indecently. But the feel fleeted away so rapidly its memory got lost into disbelief. In place, fluid heat broke down inside her. She didn't need the mirror to see the stream of clear liquid she pushed out of her climaxing pussy. It sprayed her wrist and the towel. It was warm. It was benevolent. Strange word crossing her mind as she crossed her orgasm toward states that don't use words. After this loud climax, as thoughts came back, she decided she needed to hydrate. And with a bottle, with wobbly legs and arms, with a new condom, with the reminder to take more care of her nipples, and with twenty minutes of pause reading about G-spot stimulation, Lenore went for her third. This time she masturbated for a couple hours, unconcerned of driving herself crazy with climaxes of various shapes and intensities. The towel seeped into the carpet. The mirror wasn't entirely forgotten. The new woman not entirely absent. The detail that eventually put a stop to her frenzy was finding that squirting didn't feel that good. She had a few screaming orgasms, climaxes that took her to mystic high points, but the sensation of squirt passing through her urethra was not that enjoyable in itself. It didn't add anything. It made a mess. The experience was not a disappointment, though. Squirting looked beautiful. More a decision than an observation. But tears of joy rolled down Lenore's cheeks. _I'm a squirter_, she thought, like an unlocked skill. _I can do this beautiful thing when I come._ She felt unbelievably good, and resolute to stay that way she crashed on the couch, stayed naked, reads some ideas from the box. **I KNEW A GUY WHO WAS SO SCARED OF SCREAMERS HE CODED AN APP THAT WOULD SET OFF A SCREAMER ON HIS COMPUTERS AND HIS PHONE AND HIS TV REGULARLY AND AT RANDOM SO THAT HE WOULD GET DESENSITIZED.** **SO FROM TIME TO TIME YOU WOULD HEAR THIS SUPER LOUD SCREAM COMING FROM HIS OFFICE AND I SWEAR TO GOD AFTER A FEW MONTHS I REMEMBER YOU COULD HEAR THE GUY SAYING 'HAHA YOU DIDN'T SCARE ME THIS TIME, BITCH!'** This kind of stupid was interrupted by the phone. _*Lena, you're going out tonight!*_ This was Kate. Her best friend. Without thinking, Lenore put on a bathrobe while they spoke. And when they were done and had agreed on when and where to meet, she felt the familiar blend of guilt and relief of having a good reason not to write tonight. And discovered the relief of not having to masturbate tonight. ********* Their moods always completed each other some way or another. Tonight though, they were in perfect sync. They were both hypering away in the café they had stormed in preparation of the night. Lenore talked endlessly about the suggestion box--the PG parts at least. Kate was always hyper to begin with. Even if it sometimes could hide something else. Kate was the only co-worker Lenore would call a friend. She was the only person she saw crying at her desk. Crying and still working at the same time. The pressure and the turnover at Deep Green were so relentless no one saw the point in making friends with someone that would most likely be replaced the next year. Not these two girls--these two kids. They had chosen otherwise. Kate had been fired a month ago. "You know what?" Lenore said. "You'll come put your own story idea in my box." "Oh?" Kate chortled. "But you have to be gentle, it's a very delicate box." "I'll use very delicate paper." Flirting like this didn't count when you were hyper. They left the place to go decide upon which club they could bring mayhem and met two colleagues along the way. Two women Lenore didn't know the names of and didn't know what their job was at Deep Green. The four girls were let in easily and for free. They were beautiful girls. Lenore thought the two nameless ones (she chose to call them Jill and Becky) were Saturday-night-beautiful: legs, cleavage, loudness... Unlike Kate who was simply beautiful, in her opinion. She didn't need a mask of greasy powdery foundation and darkened brows. Kate was a lesbian. Not that these two facts were related, Lenore corrected herself. She hadn't made friend with her for status. Although Kate still had said, "You've unlocked _Gay Friend_," jokingly. Lenore liked her precisely because she didn't feel awkward finding her beautiful. Because Kate's eyes on her body didn't feel wrong, or right. With her, Lenore felt...well, like female friends do. The rest of the time, the surface time, they _completed_ each other, as we say. Lenore would say 'Blue' Kate would reply 'Maybe your blue is not my blue' and Lenore would think 'I wish I could show you my blue' and Kate 'Bitch, that's pink'. And it worked for them. Lenore paid for the first row. After two hours she was louder than Becky and Jill, in a perfect recovering shy girl fashion. Booze had helped a lot these last two years, to overcome the hostility of festive places, where she used to feel as if everybody was staring at her, judging her bad dancing and anything else. She had made some progress, being tipsy made her stop caring and it had been key in understanding that shyness is mostly centripetal ego. She had even noted that thought down for a potential novel. " _I'm leaving_," Kate screamed in her ear over the music. "Oh?" Lenore realized she had been dancing around Becky and Jill for a long time and had lost track of her friend's sapphic antics. For once, Kate's face didn't really say, _I'm getting laiiiiiiid_, as her feet were on the way out, but Lenore was certain it was the reason. To hide her disarray, she stuck her tongue out between two raised fingers, too drunk to care that it was a good way to spot the straight white girl. Kate smiled and squeezed Lenore's other hand, held it as a goodbye as she walked away backward. Held it and held eye contact until they separated. The caress of their palms, their fingertips, lasted longer than it appeared. Back with the two nameless, Lenore danced some more, danced whatever, drank whatever, talked whatever. She learned they were roommates and they prompted her to go to their place for the afterparty. There was more alcohol there. And weed and pills. She pretended she didn't hear that last one. They laughed a lot in the Uber. It was going all right. Lenore forgot she had been kind of ditched. She tried not to picture Kate having sex with a stranger. She tried not to think about her dildo waiting at home. She was wet when Jill locked the door and had her sit on the sofa. Becky went straight for a shower. Jill turned out the lights and lit some candles and lit up a blunt with one of them. "You just killed a sailor," Lenore said. "Wat?" "You know, it's just... when you light a cigarette like that, it's... heh, it's just some stupid superstition." "Oh my God, you mean like I killed so many people over the years, why did you fucking tell me that?" she blurted out and handed her the joint. Lenore turned down the illegal hit and instead poured herself a legal shot. "I know what we're gonna do," Jill mumbled as she crawled around looking for something under all the piles of other things everywhere. She took a Ouija board out from an unlabelled box. It was the last thing Lenore wanted to do. But turning down an activity twice in a row would definitely dent the frail beginnings of connection with this girl she had never spoken to before tonight. "It'll help you with your scary story you talked about yesterday," Jill was convinced. "Did you start by the way?" "Yea." "Bet you found the weirdest shit in that box. Anyone asked you out?" "Haha, no. How does this work?" she pointed at the Ouija on the coffee table. "You never watch movies?" Jill took the glass from her hand and emptied it, then put it upside down onto the board. "Put your finger on it and ask away. Don't push or anything, just let it move by itself." They sat next to each other on the carpet and their fingertips met over the narrow surface of the glass. The breeze through the opened windows made the candlelight flicker and the darkness squirm. Lenore didn't want to do this. She really didn't. "Ghost," clamored Jill. "Tell us where the old tenant hid the gold." They stared at the board. "Ghost," she went on, "tell us why I didn't get laid tonight." Nothing happened. Because ghosts aren't real. They could hear Becky blowdrying her hair. Jill sighed. "Ghos--" The glass moved. " _Holy shieeet!_ " they whispered. Slowly it shuffled toward the bottom of the board. And stopped there, at the word **GOOD BYE**. A comedic beat and the two girls burst out in a greasy, inebriated guffaw. "What the fuck," they also managed to breathe out. Jill did the proverbial roll on the floor. "What you bitches doing in the dark?" Becky asked, landing onto the sofa in front of them. She was wearing nothing but a towel. "A spirit told us to fuck off," Jill explained. "Yeah, whatever." Becky kicked the Ouija and a candle off the table to put her legs in place. "My feet
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are killing me." Lenore went and stomped the candle out before it would set the rug on fire. There were still five more on, which cast an orange glow over the sight of Jill giving a foot massage to her near naked roommate. Becky took the joint from the ashtray and proceeded to finish it. Lenore reached for her phone in her pocket...which was actually in her purse, far away. Ashes fell on Becky's towel, startled her. The girl wriggled herself out of it and tossed it away, leaving her nude. Jill had not let go of her feet. They heard in the background: "M-Maybe I should get going--" "Is your boyfriend waiting for you?" Lenore got betrayed by a pause before saying, "No." Becky spread her thighs a little. Jill protested, "Don't move." "I never wanna go back to that club again, it's lame," Becky sighed. "We always come back empty-handed." And she cupped her hands over her sex. "You're gonna scare away our guest," Jill whispered. "She can watch, I don't give a fuck." Her fingers ran down to her labia. They were talking like she wasn't here but Lenore didn't say anything, like she wasn't there. Because of it, things unfurled fast. Jill easily pushed the table out of the way and leaned above her roommate's hands. She kissed them, kissed the inside of her legs. And then Lenore saw for sure that mouth and tongue touched the hairless mound, just between the wrists. Becky exhaled softly and asked Lenore without turning her head to her: "You ever went down on a girl?" Again the same kind of pause got stuck in her throat. "No." She could guess the next question and was afraid the answer would be _no_ again. If only her phone could ring. "It's gonna be awkward Monday at work," Becky said. "Breaking my concentration," Jill chortled. She beckoned Lenore: "Hey writer girl, come closer. Have a look at how it's done. You ever wrote porn?" It definitely was a porn scene rolling before her eyes. There was no real character motivation. The only difference was the playlist going in the background. There's no music in porn anymore. Trying all the while to figure out what to do, Lenore sat close to the girls. She saw Jill kissing further and further, toward what was under those hands, a clitoris, wetness, taboo. They had done this before. A lot. Evident by the intoxication-defying application of that mouth. The fingers spread before the tongue. And Lenore saw oral sex happen before her eyes. Not on a computer screen. Alcohol would be to blame for the way she saw it. It looked cute. For a long moment it was cute, Jill licking Becky, both humming with satisfaction, her tongue moving, her clitoris reacting, much like a penis but twice as sensitive, and so totally adorable. Until the dreaded final question came out. There, Lenore lost some of the glimmer in her eyes. They didn't give her the usual bullshit of how women are naturally bi and it was what she missed out in college. They were straightforward: they gave her the opportunity to taste a pussy. And she took it. Because it was there. That would be the explanation during the hangover tomorrow. That was if Lenore had to explain herself anyway. She had this thought that she could do better. As a vagina-bearer herself, she thought she could bring more attention to parts other than the clitoris. She pictured all the details, all the patterns she could do to send Becky to oral heaven. This was one part of the chain reaction that lead Lenore to defeat everything, from fear to bashfulness, and rise to her knees and kiss Becky right on her pussyhole. Her lips dipped into heat and wetness. She really wanted to taste it. The two girls had guessed it before she did in a way. Lenore kissed around. Gave a shy lick. Up to the clit, around which she enclosed her lips. It tasted a lot like a penis. Warmer. The smell of soap was still too fresh to tell. "You know what's the best?" Jill cut in. "It's feeling two mouths instead of one." And she turned Becky on her side, pulled her leg up. Becky spread her buttcheeks. She was breathing hard. Jill put her tongue on her anus. Lenore put her mouth back on her pussy. It was exhilarating to hear the moans change, go to a less controlled place, less dominant. Lenore was pleasuring someone for the first time in a very, very long time. She had quite a lot of character motivation after all. So the playlist went on and the new woman she had chased all day opened her drowsy eyes. "Did you?" Jill asked Becky. "Yes." Her voice trembling. Jill wetted her middle finger and pushed it into her asshole. Lenore stopped everything she was doing to crane her head and watch. "You like anal?" Jill asked her. "I... No, I... just..." "Stick your tongue as far as you can in her pussy." Hesitantly, Lenore did what she had been told. She felt uncomfortable doing it. Stared at. Yet she fought against a moan as she felt Jill's finger through the thin membrane of flesh start to slide up and down. She had no particular reason to moan at that, it didn't feel any good, yet it _was_ moan-worthy. "Suck on her clit now," Jill ordered once Lenore had enjoyed it so much her eyes had closed. Becky squealed frankly as the tongue in her pussy nervously left only to be replaced by Jill's thumb. She squirmed, being sucked and double penetrated and stoned. "The quicker you make her cum, the quicker we can do the same to you," Jill pointed out. Chills coursed down Lenore's loins. Jill had said _you_ make her cum, not _we_. _I'M gonna make a woman come._ Knowing this was delightful. Lenore loved it at first try. The only reason she asked herself _What the fuck am I doing?_ was that it turned her on to wonder so. The answer was _I don't care_. The best answer in life. She reached for Becky's chest and caressed the curves of her breasts. But she shied back when she felt a nipple ring. She was scared to hurt her. To rip the thing off somehow. It was a stupid phobia. Her own ears were pierced, but still, she couldn't get over this. Instead she put even more thinking into her tongue moves. She wanted to make her come as best she could. She wanted to make her holes clench real hard over Jill's fingers. She remembered how Brian had groaned the one (only) time she let him penetrate her ass. She even dared to remember the delicious shame of taking his cum inside of it. Becky collapsed a little more on the couch and mewled. Lenore licked faster, suckled brazenly and suddenly everything within her mouth stiffened and throbbed, everything without thrashed around in submission. There. She was making a woman come. **GOOD BYE** Some spirits had left before they could witness it. _Good._ The start of an orgasm was clear, its end rarely. Becky's lasted for quite some time. Lenore only slowed down when Jill came to squeeze her tongue against her tongue. It was stupid after all that happened but she felt a little wavering about this half French kiss. The slick intertwining didn't end up in a full French kiss, or any kiss. They finished Becky off together and it just ended. The trio separated, thanklessly, sprawled about. "I need a bowl," Becky panted into a cushion. And that was it. Even the playlist ended. Lenore could still feel the pussy and the spit in her mouth, her body electrified inside her clothes. All it would take was for Becky to add, "And I want you two naked, now!" Then Lenore wouldn't have worried that maybe she smelled too much of sweat, that maybe they'd find lint between her toes when they'd remove her socks, that maybe they'd want to finger her ass too, that maybe she was just a klutz who barely knew how to make love to a man, let alone two experienced women. And fast they would all be naked, snuggling against her, oh so fucking nude in return against their skins. And they would FUCK! And she would not just be passively sandwiched between them, she'd put an overwhelming abandon into it and an energy she didn't know she still had in her at this time of night. It would be the best feeling ever this unlimited outpouring of sex partners. As promised, at some point the two girls would lick her from mound to tailbone. If they did it right it would make her ejaculate a few drops and it wouldn't gross them out. They'd purr just as sweetly as her. Lenore would surprise herself as all the colors of fuck would go by. She wouldn't ask for permission before pushing two fingers inside the asshole she'd found in front of her face. She wanted to do that, do it her way. It would feel even better when a tit would brush her cheek and she'd twist her neck to suck on the nipple. Just in time to enjoy the tongue making her clitoris cum one more time. The end of their threesome would be just as unclear as the end of a female orgasm. Their eventual crashing down on the carpet wouldn't feel like Jill and Becky holding each other and inconspicuously leaving Lenore apart. No, they would be still three and together and within five minutes, Lenore would want to go again. With a grin, she would sit up, reach down and cup the first vagina she would find. She would masturbate the girl, Jill or Becky, she didn't care. She wouldn't care if they were sore or not. Her fingers would be so effective on that clit. A fast circling rub. "This is how I masturbate," she would reveal. "We created a monster," they would say, the first girl cumming from it in less than thirty seconds and the other already begging for the same treatment: "Oh please, me me me, masturbate me like I am you!" And she would, making two people come in just under a minute. And then having them vanquished, she'd gather her clothes, her purse and would leave the apartment with one last look at her two friends passed out on the floor. Instead Lenore woke up, still in her clothes, with the bad taste of drinking spree in her mouth. All of her joints that had been in contact with the floor while she slept were aching. The sun was rising, in September it meant something like 7am. Becky was still on the couch, still naked, looking down at the portable console Jill was playing on. "I really should go," Lenore whispered. Jill didn't look up from the screen. "You can stay if you want." "No, really, I better go." "Same time next week?" This time the betraying pause was for a "S-sure." ********* **Sunday (nine days)** The instant the door of her apartment closed, Lenore threw all her clothes around and ran to her bed, desperate to cum. With her fingers, with her dildo, without a condom (she didn't care) and without lube (she didn't need any). Only after it done she thought about getting some sleep. But the sun was up. Too much up. She engaged The Plan (that never worked): force herself to stay awake all day not to mess up her sleep schedule. The only time she wore clothes that Sunday was when she went outside to buy batteries in one shop, and then lube in another so that she wouldn't have to face the raising eyebrows of some cashier. The rest of the day was nudist. Even when she ate. Even when Kate called. Even when she vacuumed the living-room. Even when she saw her reflection in the full-length mirror of her bathroom. Among other wonders, she discovered the delicious torture of touching herself on and off throughout the afternoon without cumming. She discovered its eventual bone-aching result, which was cumming twice in a row, twice as intensely. She tasted her own squirt. Out of curiosity. She masturbated so much she forgot she was masturbating. And all day she had the excuse that she was too exhausted to write. Not enough to read obsessively, though. When she was not touching herself, she read. When she was touching herself, she kinda read too. **ONE DAY MY PHONE RANG AND I WAS SURPRISED BECAUSE THE RINGTONE WAS SMASH MOUTH'S _ALL STAR_** **, MY FAVOURITE SONG.** **IT WAS THE BOGDANOFFS, THEY OFFERED ME COUPONS FOR A SHREK-THEMED WEDDING** _Ok neeext._ People's creativity filled her mood to the brim. She laughed to tears several times. Dracula told her to buy his mixtape and it killed her. The Zodiac killer once called the cops to burp the alphabet and Lenore was dead. Not that it was particularly funny and clever, the limits between stupid and brilliant blurred, or lost sense. Some notes seemed to respond to each other. It felt like an escalating conversation with the world of ideas and her mind. She felt part of something. Around 9pm, she told herself she would lie down for a while. Just ten minutes. Fatal error. She woke up in the middle of the night, tired, pins and needles in one arm, angry at herself, hungry and so thirsty her tongue was like cardboard. She read: **DICKPICS FROM HEAVEN**, about a woman who gets a dickpic from her ex- boyfriend who died trying to suck his own penis. She didn't like it. And then it was time to go to work. ********* **Monday (eight days)** It was difficult to concentrate on the three Excel sheets on her screen. Whenever she'd realize she had closed her eyes for longer than thirty seconds and her thoughts had drifted toward the bizarre, she would think, _I'm falling asleep_, and it would awake her. To clear her head, she went to put back the suggestion box next to the coffee machine. No sign of Jill or Becky as her gaze embraced the space and she sighed. Only indifferent faces. Some new. Down at the task. A drizzle of keyboard keys. On her way back to her desk, a portion of the wall around the door to the copy room had changed. A mild indifference would have left her in her slumberous state if she hadn't noticed that it was the same cheap print she had on the walls of her kitchen. Only...stretched out? The idea of hallucinating from sleep deprivation shocked her awake. She looked at the wall from every angle. Eventually recognized it was real. Out of place but real. Anyway, workers probably came and did it during the weekend. She didn't have time, there was someone at her desk. A woman she had never seen before. In her forties. Unsmiling. Caught in the act of leaving a note under her mouse. "Hi?" Lenore said. **ELIZA WANTS TO SEE YOU** "Hi, Lena. Portia Keller. HR." She extended a hand, Lenore shook it. "Eliza wants to see you, let's go." Unusual procedure. Had it been any other manager, Lenore would have freaked out. But Eliza was...an okay person. Who had always been somewhat supporting. Or bubbly. Or nosy. With at least some attempt at humor. At Lenore's humor, that is. So the silence was not tense in the elevator up to Management. "How's your story going?" was the only small talk. "Steady", Lenore's only reply before the hushed hum of the upper floors. Management wasn't a bullpen but a series of closed doors. The first right out of the elevator being Eliza's office. Behind bay windows further down the corridor, a man was looking miserable for all to see, sitting across from two women who looked formal, had dressed formal and spoke formal. He was presented his severance package. No need to read lips. Portia was the only one on Management floor who did not look at the scene. Even Eliza got caught staring when Lenore entered her office. The other woman closed the door and left, apparently her job was done. "Ah, Eleonore, I wanted to see you, sit down, have some cookies." Mrs. Goddard made them, to celebrate something unspecified. Lenore took one from the bowl next to the monitor and wrapped it in a napkin. "For after lunch," she explained. "No, go ahead, they're gluten-free." "Really, I just had a snack," Lenore lied. "So how's your story going?" "Surprising." "You found surprises in your box?" Eliza let her the time to giggle at that. Lenore had a fugitive vision of her dildo all the way up her pussy and it made her buttocks twitch. "Any penis pics yet?" "How did you guess?" "I re-read _Sawn-off Shotgun Romance_ the other night. Such a good title." "Heh, thanks." "So, I talked to Prudence, as promised, I'll send you her e-mail." "Oh my God thank you so much for that!" Prudence Fleischer worked for HarperCollins. According to Eliza, the kind of person who can get your manuscript move from the bottom of the pile to the top of a desk. Lenore had been the first surprised to learn that publishers still read manuscripts at all. "You're welcome, from there it's up to you to make it work. But anyways, I got a word from Legal, they'll need your draft once you're done." The smiles stopped. Those dickheads were messing with the deadline. Lenore tried to bargain: "Why? I'll put some warning myself, if needed. It's not like I'll go into anything extreme, I mean you know me." "It's not about censoring, you know, they just want to clear the whole thing, the idea of taking suggestions from other employees is nice, it's "corporate", you know. But what they don't want is some schmuck having afterthoughts because all of a sudden he thinks he knows more about copyright than us." "Ok." Eliza's smile came back. "Don't worry, it's their job to be paranoid." "Ok. Fine." "I'll forward you the name of your mediator." "Couldn't they tell me in person?" "Oh don't ask..." "So, that's it?" "Yeah." "Alright. Whatever." They paused and it allowed them to take a look at the firing process still going fifteen feet from them. "It's um...Karl, right?" Lenore asked. "Yes, our Carl of Management." The two women, she didn't know however. They were from outside. Deep Green Alliance outsourced firing people. A security guard was now waiting by the door, ready to escort Carl Winthrop off the premises after he cleared his desk. "They had to let him go, we just engaged our new diversity program. Came from up there, you know..." Eliza pointed up, almost rolling her eyes. At the speed of thoughts, Lenore pondered if she should observe that, if she remembered correctly, it left only women in the department. She pondered the level of closeness between Eliza of Management and her, if closeness there really was. And she said nothing. The policeman in her head was tapping his foot. Instead, on her way out, with her cookie in her hand, she just smiled, or winced. "Close the door behind you," Eliza said. "Ok." "Have a nice day." "Have a nice day." She closed the door behind as asked, just as Carl was banging his fist on the desk twice. Hard enough to be heard through the glass. That's the only thing he did really. She looked away. Management floor didn't have a breakroom, only a sideboard near the elevator. Some chairs. Blue-sky-white-clouds wallpaper. Portia Keller was waiting there, standing in a corner, still not staring at the main event of the morning. Lenore had to meet her gaze. "Come and have a coffee with that delicious cookie," the woman said. "Oh no, I--" "Please." She hesitated. This stranger was filling two mugs marked of the Deep Green logo, invited her to sit on a stool with her. Lenore sat down and took a reluctant bite. She doubled over and immediately went to toss the rest in the trashcan. "It's stale," she explained. "Spit it out." "No, it's alr--" "Spit. She's not looking." Hiding herself and her embarrassment, Lenore spat the ball of floury muck down the plastic bag of the trashcan, then Portia gave her her coffee. She swished some in her mouth and spewed it in the sink. That's how bad the cookie tasted. There was an untouched bowl of them on the countertop. Portia was watching from her stool, blowing on her steaming coffee. Eliza burst out of her office. She stood in the doorway, her hand gripping the handle, asked, " _Is everything alr_ \--" but Portia cut her: "Go back to work, Eliza, I got this. I'm having a nice conversation with my new friend from Accounting." There was some hostility to glimpse. Not just from Eliza. From both women. Lenore stooped in between. She had no idea what the dynamic was, who reported to whom. Portia, the older of the two, shrugged off. Eliza glared, went back to work without a word going through her clenched teeth. "So, how's your story going?" Lenore snapped, "I haven't started yet." "Did you know him?" The HR woman was talking about Carl who was walking to the elevator, a security guard's hand on his shoulder. "No." That coffee was the strongest Lenore had ever had. There was a box of sugar cubes three arm lengths from her but she didn't want to move and break their gaze. She gulped down everything, like as many punches to her brain. "I heard you went out with Jill and Becky on Saturday." "Yeah, I... How did you know--" "I hear a lot of things." Lenore didn't let her frustration show, partly because she had guessed Portia was getting to her point: "Actually you can hear so much in this building. Before you go back to your workstation, you should get an ear by the drywall right next to the dolphin poster and the door to Johnson's office. In front of the water cooler. By a strange particularity in the architecture, you can hear the conversation from a certain spot of the HR floor. I've heard your name a lot lately." "Why are you telling me this--" "Because it would be unfortunate if you don't have the time to finish your Halloween story. I want to read it." "I'm getting fired?" Lenore's voice broke. "I don't know, it's out of my power. But I guess you better go and be productive!" She stood up. "I'll show you out." Lenore struggled with what to say, what to ask, she struggled against a sob. From her stool to the elevator doors, then standing in the elevator on their way down. And it was Portia who broke the silence. Just before the braking and the digitized _ding_, she passed an arm around her shoulders and said, "Will you do something for me, Lena?" The doors opened. "I want to see how you manage on a harder level." Before them appeared the pasted blue skies & white clouds, the stools, the bowl of cookies. Lenore thought it was the wrong floor but Portia steered her out and it was definitely the thick carpeting of Management and its noise of walls and doors. _The elevator went in circle_, she would have thought if Portia would have let her the time to, and if it would have made sense. But the woman was pushing her forward gently, two hands on her shoulders and Carl was still in the office with no frosted windows, with the two women. She could have thought he had the same elevator malfunction if Portia had given her time for paradoxes, but Portia was behind her walking her to Eliza's office again, opening the door for her again. Before being pushed inside, Lenore spun around, she didn't like having Portia behind her, didn't like it at all. She opened her mouth to say something. Anything. About the elevator... about... But facing Portia turned out worse: she drew a gun from her jacket. And put it in her hands. Lenore didn't have the time and the background to tell it was a Desert Eagle, one of those absurdly large handguns, silver and ridged, so far from the small, more reasonable matt black Glocks cops use and more fitted to her 5'2 frame, way less heavy whereas all guns were surprisingly heavy to people who never held one before. Lenore got scared to grip, got scared to throw it back to Portia, she was scared the thing would fire by doing anything. She grabbed the handle with her five fingers as far away as possible from the trigger and all the scary buttons on the barrel. Meanwhile Portia forcefully turned her back around, pushed her inside the office, closed the door and left, her job done. "Ah, Eleanor, I was thinking about you, sit down, take some cookies," Eliza said. Lenore hid the gun under her jacket. It was one of these dreams. Only instead of being naked on a theater stage, she had brought a gun to work. _Please be one of these dreams._ She mumbled and sat down and pulled on her clothes to hide the oversized piece of metal twisting her hand and her wrist. "Come on, have a bite, they're delicious." "No. I'm good. Really." "Oh... So how's your little story coming along?" Lenore didn't reply. Deer eyes caught in headlights. Her lack of smile failed to be contagious. Eliza was fully focused on her rather than checking on Carl every other second. Lenore got immediately so consumed by her gun problem that she lost her social filter. She couldn't control where the conversation was going, even if she had already lived it once. All she wanted was for it to end as soon as possible, so she could wonder what the hell was going on, by herself, safe and without a firearm rattling against her ribs. And maybe wake up. This answer finally came out of her mouth: "It seems... like... People like to make me gifts apparently." "Dickpics? You have to tell me if you've got dickpics, you know?" Eliza could not see her fear, it seemed, and most importantly not her heavy hand bulging her clothes. She couldn't see all the other emotions going through her either. Like anger for example, which was starting to grow, to root on her fight with an object. "I read _Sawn-off Shotgun Romance_ the other nigh--" "I didn't write it. Sheila Mason did, for the Valentine's Day supplement two years ago. Before your time." Lenore grew up in Long Island, she had never even _seen_ a shotgun in her life. "Oh? right, well, Prudence Fleischer told me she liked it too, so let's keep it our secret." Her lips feigned being sorry. Lenore started to sweat. Only the armpits, so far. The gun felt lighter. And not because her hand got used to it. "Thank you. For...talking to her," she said weakly, bitter, somber, sheepish... While Eliza snapped into the grandiose: "It's alright, honey! I believe in you! You know it's my role as a manager! To bring you up to the height of your full capacities! And when you're our new Virginia Woolf I'm sure you'll remember with a smile the time when you tackled all the extra hours to get this short story out!" Lenore almost interrupted: "Y-yes! This. I'm very busy today." "You'll manage. Oh wait, that's _my_ job." Lenore gripped the gun at that fucking joke. "So you wanted to see me." Eliza smiled. "You know." Here came the angering moment. "Your idea of the suggestion box is a legal nightmare, we want to have a look at your work before printing." "The newsletter is a PDF." "You know what I mean." "It changes the deadline." "You better get to it then, take some time over your real job, who cares?" "What?" "I'm joking." "I'm not gonna use the suggestions, they all suck." "Fine, we still want to see what you do." With a clammy hand, Lenore pressed the gun against her moist stomach. She had to look. The gun had turned into a smaller one. The cops one. As it had lost in weight, her reply lost in suppressed anger: "Ok. Sure." "As you did notice, we had to let Carl go." Lenore waited for the rest of the phrase. It never came. The gun was shrinking faster and faster. Eliza put some papers and a pen on the desk. "We need you to sign this." Lenore had seen forms like these before. By signing them she would give up all her copyright ownership to Deep Green. "Because we don't want a legal nightmare, now do we?" She didn't care. Didn't care about some ten-page story, rushed and uninspired and which ultimately no one would really read. But she needed her two hands to sign. The gun had shrunk enough that it fitted inside her closed fingers. She could take her hand from under her jacket but still... she had no pockets, no place to hide a two-inch pistol that she was sure could still fire. In her confusion she put it in her mouth, when Eliza was looking away, at Carl. The taste of metal poured into her mouth. She signed without reading. "I can't wait to read what you came up with," Eliza said. Then as Lenore got up, "Close the door behind you." Lenore didn't leave, she fled. She didn't close the door, she let it slam shut. Again Portia was waiting in the corner of the break area. She didn't say anything. She just stared. Stark. Lenore went for the sink and spat the tiny gun into it with a brittle glare at her. It thumped like a half-sucked candy. "What is happening?" she asked, trembling. "You're a disappointment, that's what is happening." "Who are you?" "Your best friend." "No you're not!" Again Carl and the guard passed them. Again Eliza burst out of her office. " _Is there a problem here?_ " "I was asking my friend about the Halloween story," Portia replied without turning her eyes away from Lenore. "Just fuck off, Eliza." "Don't put pressure on her like that, it's not like she'll get fired if she fails to deliver, speaking of which, don't you have work to do, Portia?" "Eat shit." "We'll see." Lenore ran away as slowly, as casually as her floppy legs could let her. She went straight for the stairwell and down to Accounting. ********* The suspension of disbelief collapsed sometime after Lenore sat back at her workstation. But at a lack of words to confront the reality of what happened, she took her phone and texted Kate. Only to never get a response. Tristyn--another friend, a childhood friend--was apparently just as busy. Her parents didn't like texts and would call her on the spot if they felt anything was wrong with her. So this was out of the question. Her doctor would just give her more antidepressants. Or a straightjacket. Unable to communicate, the only thing her brain started to articulate was a block of images that stuck out and roiled the usual flux of the straight tight timeline of existence. No thoughts, no questions that could have led to answers, even partial, even irrational. The world, changed, was too present around for her to be able to sink enough and think, to close down enough and pay her sleep debt. She could never concentrate ever again for the rest of her life. It was over. Irreversibly awake. Irreversible fatigue. Eternal evil twin of ADHD. The vanishing point of this state was insanity. This she was still alert enough to foretell. But it would be a more socially acceptable nature of insanity compared to the one brought along with the answers she couldn't access. What do people do when they're facing a supernatural event? was the meta- question of all the questions Lenore was too stupefied to ask herself. They recognize the supernatural. That was unacceptable. _Something not normal happened, just stare at your computer screen._ She went along with the dream, as dreams impose, in hope she would awake out of sleepwalking before anyone noticed. It meant the continuation of a taste of gun oil in her mouth and two memories of a same event already fading into indistinctiveness and words isolating themselves into symbolic value; a door; a gun; a stale cookie given for free. "Hey Lena, how's your story going?" It was Jill, with less makeup. Lenore got up way too fast and almost threw herself at the girl with a hug way too out of line. Her co-worker wouldn't have it and gently pushed her back, looking around like it was still the fifties. "Save it for Saturday," she whispered. Yes. Lenore said yes immediately. In six days they would go out together again. Anything that set a future put sense to her present. And she didn't notice that Jill did not ask her if everything was all right. The girl had already left, back to her own day. Lenore still had no idea what her job was. She, on the other hand, knew she had a job to do. She tried to focus on whatever that meant. It seemed it had divided into two parallel works. The Halloween story felt important now. It had something to do with not getting fired. An edge of the heavy block of images. It made her see herself throw the dildo down the garbage chute first thing back home, maybe break it beforehand, stomp it. So they would see her self-righteous self-disgust, her determination. _Who's 'they'?_ she typed in one Excel cell. It's the only thing she did all morning. The numbers on paper and screen could not be added up. So nothing productive. She could _not_ wake up. At 1pm, when the floor had gone for lunchbreak, she locked herself in a toilet cubicle, set up an alarm on her phone and tried to fall asleep, even if it was sitting on a toilet lid, scalp against a wooden panel. She needed to fall asleep to wake up twice from her dream of guns and time loops and getting fired. The phone chimed ten minutes later and the eyes of Lenore if they did close, had only brought a few tears now lost on the tiled floor. People started to come back after she ate an energy bar from the vending machine. No one expressed concern that she didn't go eat out, but that's not what made her take the stairs to HR. ********* Up there, it looked pretty much like Management. She had to ask for Mrs. Keller. "Who?" "Portia." "Second door on your left." This door was ajar. As she approached, she prepared for the awkwardness of the impromptu talk. It was the last place to have a breakdown. "Yes?" Portia of HR said, interrupted in her work at her large desk, Lenore standing across from her. "I don't understand what's happening," she tried, as not hysterically as possible. The woman tilted her head in an animalistic question mark. "What did you do to me?" "What do you mean?" "I... I can't wake up." "Have you listened to the wall yet?" So it was still going, the insanity. But now they were _both_ insane, not just Lenore. It was the strange comforting she had come for. Portia cut short the nonsense. "You can come and talk to me anytime. Now if you'll excuse me..." Lenore backed off. The dialog tree was depleted. "And close the door, please." She did and staggered to her own floor. The stairwell door conveniently opened to the poster with the dolphin and the water cooler. Lenore drank a cup of icy water. And she leaned near the drywall. The one Portia told her would be special. She expected it to take concentration--impossible effort--to hear anything, to filter out the sound of Accounting, but voices immediately found their way to her ear. Reverbless voices of a room shut for confidentiality. Two women. Maybe three. A fourth over the phone on speaker. Lenore found the best angle, the right spot, where two distant rooms would impossibly intersect. They were reviewing employees. She could hear them as clearly as if she was there. She straightened back up. Accounting came back over the voices. She looked around. It was just Johnson's office on the left and on the right beyond that wall it was the street three stories below. Again, she was too bluntly awake to question this acoustic anomaly. Her writer instincts automatically recalled that haunted houses are often just bad plumbing but Lenore lowered her head back in and listened to the litany of names. Sean. Michelle. John. Rob. Ken. Rosemary. Sean. Laurie. Danielle. Laura. Swen. Cameron. Misha. John. Rosie. Ruby. Portia. Alex. Rick. Jon. They were going on and on. They were going since this morning, they hadn't waited for her to start. Cheryl. Charlotte. Victor. Helen or Ellen. Irina. John. John. Jonathan. Reggie. Jenn. Clarke. Lena. The voices were not saying anything, not deciding anything. Just names. And contempt. And Lenore was in there. She went for her purse, her vest, the suggestion box, her car. It wasn't even 2pm. She just left, escaped, without a moment of doubt. Only a short slowing-down on her drive out of the parking lot: She passed a large group of employees on a cigarette break, gathered near a service door. Jill and Becky were there, suckling on their stick of outdoor boredom. And when Lenore tepidly waved at them, everybody, them included, scattered like a swarm, without as much as a nod, leaving in her sight the door she vaguely knew had
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always been barred. Close enough to see the padlock hanging down a chain had 'P29' sharpied on it. She saw it so well she almost hit a car, transfixed on her rear-view mirror, and the sound of the horn was the sign she should flee this workday once and for all. ********* Leaving work without a reason was admitting that her career now depended on whether she finished the horror story or not. It was still less absurd than magic elevators. Yet she did nothing she had wanted to once home. The sun was shining at such an angle her apartment looked like Sunday. When she would take a sick day from school, young Lenore used to watch _The Price is Right_, eat, nap and waste the rest of the hours. Nothing ever changed. So the dildo wasn't thrown away. The short story didn't gain one word. And Lenore still couldn't think. Or wake up. Or fall asleep. But she could read. She needed to. The box was full again. Full of: **WOT IF YER MUM WAS A SKELETON? MENTAL, INNIT?** Nothing. **THERE WAS THIS GIRL ON YOUTUBE, SHE DID VLOGS AND STUFF. SHE HAD LIKE A MILLION FOLLOWERS AND PEOPLE DISCOVERD WHEN THEY TURNED ON THE SUBTITLES ON HER VIDEOS IT WAS JUST LINES OF AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA OVER AND OVER.** **SO EVERYBODY THOUGHT IT WAS A BUG AND THE GIRL NEVER ADRESSED IT AND PEOPLE CONCLUDED IT WAS REALLY JUST YOUTUBE GLITCHING.** **BUT THEN SOMEONE SAW ON ONE VIDEO, AMONGST THE WALL OF AAAAAA IT SAID 'HELP' AND 'HELP ME PLEASE'. AND THE RUMOR STARTED TO SPRED THAT THE AAAAA WERE ACTUALLY THE GIRL'S SCREAMS OF PAIN.** **YOUTUBE WAS CONTACTED BUT THE CHANNEL AND HER TWITTER ACCOUNT CLOSED DOWN OVERNIGHT. NO ONE KNOWS WHAT HAPPENED TO HER.** This one was all right. Not a story, though. She read a whole bunch of creepypastas of the same caliber. They almost made her forget she shouldn't be here. She found a story of a co-worker detained for five hours by the Canadian customs because he filmed a UFO through the window of his plane and they wanted him to delete it. She learned that if you google 'circadian parallel desecrate' you die instantly. She found two keyboard keys, **Esc** and **Ctrl**. Old bulky keys from the eighties. As she dug further down, the suggestions were getting shorter and the sheets smaller. From weird stanzas: **whatdoyoustandtoloose** **whatdoyoustandtogain** **theboxleftunopened** **holdsnoprize** **butleavesnoscar** To weird blurbs: **PUBLIC RECORD CRYPTID FILES ARE NOT TO BE TRUSTED** To weird rumors: **VICTOR IS ALEX** To plain weird shit: **DECOMPILED STROLL_LAKE.WMV CULT FOLLOWING** She found one that said, **THERE'S A COVEN OF WITCHES AT DEEP GREEN**. It joined the other crumpled papers covering the floor. Every one of them had felt like a defeat. A tick closer to her disgrace. Reaching the bottom, from the way she was lying, she had to extend her arm in too much of a painful angle to pick the notes. So instead, she decided to empty the box on the bed. One, two, three impulses of the wrists. A ream's worth of paper piled up. As she put the box aside, she saw it was still half-full. _What the hell_ She tilted it and fed the already huge pile with her hand. The papers were still coming. She stood up, turned the box upside down and fresh folded sheets rained down over the old crumpled ones. The puddle became pyramid and Lenore stopped shaking up and down when the top of it reached waist level. And still, the box was almost full. She took a post-it note folded in four from the top: **MY HUSBAND SAYS SOMETIMES I SPEAK LATIN IN MY SLEEP.** She turned the box to look at the bottom--paper cascading down her legs--she reached for the strip of duct tape and stopped herself because it could be a very, very bad idea to tear it off. Last chance. The post-it still sticking to her middle finger, she put it back into the box. She shut the lids, wriggled just a little, re-opened. The yellow paper was nowhere to be found. It took her several more tries to convince herself she was still asleep, that the supernatural had not followed her home, concluding with the Mary Poppins test: Lenore took an umbrella and pushed it down past where the bottom of the box was supposed to be. Three feet in and she had found no taped cardboard, only more paper. Even if it wasn't her hand down there the feel of it scared her. Like cold water full of unseen sharks. She dropped the box. Suggestions spilled around. The box was bottomless. The ideas supply was endless. She was knee-deep in them. And there, thinking finally came back to Lenore and she remembered how to react toward supernatural events. She started crying. Not just tears, she bawled fully. It was one of these dreams. Where the storyline gave her _the_ idea. The one that would create the perfect novel, that would blow people's mind and last for centuries, that would make her the queen of Hollywood, of anything, the paradigm shift in literature, a style of the future, jazz records brought to Beethoven, and a best-seller. Oprah. Ellen. Larry. Joe. Nobel. In the morning, the history-making idea rarely made sense, when she remembered it at all. But today she would never wake up. And what's one idea when you can rake thousands? See? the questions were coming back. She could reverse the dull insanity. She could be in control. A new woman. The box, now the most fragile object in the world, never left her side from then on. And she read. And read. And drank coffee. And the best ones she read out loud so she would remember herself reading them out loud. There were drawings too. Schematics. Lab reports. Pathologic ramblings. Equations. Transcripts. Storylines in foreign languages. Ancient manuscripts. Doctored photographs. The craziest stuff she could never have imagined. A copy of _Frankenstein_ full of typos. Twelve pages of just the letter **A**. Mediocre stories. Off- topic anecdotes. Stories that scared her to her core, changed her vision of life, her approach to writing, to art--reasons why most people, her included, had shrugged off the horror genre as trash for teenagers. Not anymore. **I HAD A DREAM OF ME AND MY DAUGHTER, WE WERE WALKING DOWN THE STREET AND SHE FELL TO THE GROUND AND STARTED TO VOMIT THE WATER FROM THE POND WE HAVE IN OUR BACKYARD. GALLONS OF IT. AND WHEN I WOULD TRY TO HELP HER SHE WOULD SCREAM AT ME TO STAY AWAY FROM HER.** Horror could tell her about human nature somehow. Lenore choked on sobs as she realized, as she thought of the things she would have to work out, the things she would have to channel if she wanted to scare people. Scare herself first. It made her remember and understand Sturgeon's law. Why artists failed. And it became a fright of its own. To cut the bullshit. She kept reading, deliriously, desperately. She faced her new woman, she faced her molting, she cried. Cried at everything that came to her. She angered at her reflections, her biases, her cruelty. Horror didn't say the enemy was _them_, it said the enemy was _us_. Science-fiction didn't say it could happen, it said it was too late. Haunted house stories were not about bad plumbing, they were about child abuse. Lenore exploded. She had no reason, she had no right to interpret it that way. So now what was romance about? And what were fantasy novels about? What was tripe about? What if she was wrong? The night fell, the lights were turned on. There were texts on her phone she didn't look at, tweets on her feed she didn't check. She tried to fight falling asleep, which can only accelerate the process. Her eyes followed the lines. Her hands held the papers lower. Drool pearled from the corner of her lips. Her thoughts became her only surroundings while paradoxically branching off to their own fractal-like tracks. Her eyes closed once. Twice. And without realizing it, everything stopped. ********* **Tuesday (seven days)** She awoke in her bed just before dawn, still fully dressed, lights switched off, and the nightmare began. Ghosts is usually one person. Not for her. There were at least thirty of them standing in her bedroom, shapes in the dark staring down at her. She felt their silent eyes while she shrieked and turned the bedside lamp on. Nobody. Empty room. Empty space cleaned back to normal by the electrical light. Lenore sat up in afterscare, pressed her back against the headboard. **THERE'S SOMEONE BEHIND YOU** Her bed was littered with crumpled papers. She started on a long breathy laugh. The box was waiting next to her pillow. Calling her already. **ELIZA** called her too. She picked up the phone; at the same time picked her first suggestion of the day. **WE LIVE YOU SLEEP** Her manager strongly advised she showed up at work ten minutes early to explain her escapade of yesterday. Lenore grabbed a handful of notes and threw it like confetti, then another, then three others. Then opened the bedroom door and filled her living-room with flying sheets. Still infinite. All real. She was not dreaming. She thought this platitude in euphoria instead of wondering why Eliza was already at work so early in the morning. ********* Lenore showed up ten minutes late because she had wanted to see Portia first and tell her the short story would be made and would be awesome. But the office was empty--completely empty. She asked a secretary, Sybil Rossi, an Eliza clone. Same smile, same bowl of rancid cookies on her desk. The resemblance ended there but that was enough. "I'm sorry, who?" "Portia Keller. I wondered if you could give me her number or even an e-mail." As if she had overheard, another Eliza-clone showed up. "We can't share her information with you. Portia Keller quit, she works for Stuxnet now. I find it suspicious that you want to see her. What's your name again?" "Lenore Llamarada. Of Accounting." "And why do you want to talk with the competition, Lenore of Accounting?" "She was a friend." "Then why don't you have her number?" Lenore ended the conversation with the sharpest sting of the human language: "I see..." And left. What would have been a day of euphoria lost its pleasant hues on her way from HR to Management. It had started so well, tough, with first the shedding of her clothes, dirty from the anguish of the previous day. She had no reason to put her jammies on and went back to the reading, the exploration. She lay on the bed in this pose, the one so unnatural and back- destroying but which Brian liked so much: on her stomach with her feet crossed up in the air. It prepared her, as if she knew, for the story of a male co- worker who had a boyfriend who liked to ejaculate on his feet. Just an ordinary fetish. The scary part was learning about the hygiene of pedicure salons. The even more scary part was when one day his boyfriend got a prostate infection and they saw blood in his semen as it spread on his toes. She didn't care for those two parts but she enjoyed the fabricated image of these two beautiful men loving each other so well. She loved that two men could both share both their cum. Couples that had something so intimate in common. Brian never let her kiss him after she sucked him. She never had a problem with him kissing her after he went down on her. After he went down on her butthole, she added and smiled. Without much fuss, the dildo ended up between her legs, resting along her parted lips, vibration set to 1, with the secret goal of letting the batteries die out. The sun rose up on her shivering body. She didn't find any more erotica. And when her back hurt too much she kept on lying prone but put down her feet and stretched out her legs. They stayed spread. The dildo fell. In this position, the only way to keep contact with her toy was to let the base rest on the bed and have the tip lean between her buttocks. This too made her smile. She lubed it with her own wetness and placed the kinky vibration on her anus. She could read with one hand. The other reached underneath and went for her clitoris. They could fire her all they wanted. She soon would be Stephen King. Stephen Queen. She giggled. And moaned. It felt so fucking good. The dildo fell again. The cool breeze licked her buttcrack. Lenore thought about a dildo shaped like a penis. It would be more suited for anal masturbation. Even if she didn't consider it at all. Not in a million years. She thought about what it would feel like when the head would pierce through the tight sphincter. That moment when you have pushed hard enough and the glans pops in, the rim swallowed in by her asshole, like a first step, an introduction. She giggled again, biting her upper lip. The dildo was vibrating between her thighs, batteries holding up. She wedged it again between the bed and her anus. Set to 5. Her fingers were not going casual anymore. She could not keep on reading. She rested her head on the sheets unfolded there, closed her eyes and let herself drift down and toward an orgasm. Becky and Jill were looking at her. At the peak of her mind-numbing, when her moans were really pitching up because the pleasure was so full, when thoughts got nonsensical and unleashable, she thought it could be the last time she ever masturbated. She could have a threesome every Saturday with the two girls and make it her new masturbation. She could bring the dildo and share it with them. She could teach them how to squirt and they would revere her as their Goddess. It could be her new life. Her only lived life, with all the other boring parts edited out. She started to cum. Her buttocks clenched around the toy as many times as waves of heat washed out her clit. It pressed the tip against her anus with a luscious insistence. As soon as her dwindling cries allowed it, she thought, _I bet Brian would have loved the idea. That perv_, and she giggled. And panted and sprawled about, rubbed the sweat off her chest, shaking, dismissing the preposterous fantasy as just hornyspeak. Her life was writing, old or new woman, especially new. It was her calling. Being naked to the reader--figuring out how to--was her only fate. _My doom._ "Oh that's awesome!" Eliza said. She was expressing unexpected enthusiasm in the validation Lenore had originally sought from Portia. The manager didn't care that she had left work after lunchbreak. As long as it never happened again. "I'm your ally, you know?" did she say. It was an unnerving discussion to say the least, in this office where things repeated. "As I told you the other day," Eliza went on, "If you fail to deliver your manuscript in time, it will be considered a breach of contract." Lenore waited. She was waiting for the _I'm joking_. She was thinking about these forms she signed without looking. "I'm joking, we don't need a contract, the press team being pissed off would be enough!" and Eliza laughed and winked. "I saw you don't take the elevator anymore?" "No. It's... just... exercise..." "Yeah well, an elevator is an investment made for the comfort of the employees, it's a shame not to use it, and you could sprain your ankle in those stairs, that would be even more money spent in sick leave." Lenore remembered the gun, last time she was sitting in this chair. She answered, "I learned Portia quit." "Who?" "Mrs. Keller." "Yeah, I don't know the details." "It's nine o'clock, I should go, lots to catch up." "Take all the time you need, you know, in Korea they have bedrooms for their employees, maybe you could put a sleeping bag underneath your desk." Lenore merely nodded as she got up. Bitterness followed her to her desk and sat with her all morning. She worked, sure, but most of her mental capacity was dedicated to imagining an outline for her short story. On some blessed days, in Lenore's life, work and house chores felt like chores while writing felt like an adventure. Today, writing felt like revenge. She would show Eliza. Although as always on the first days, the brainstorming remained fruitless. She had been writing since she was 9 and she knew creativity was 85% staring at the wall. Characters and actions came and went, discarded with embarrassment like Freudian slips. She called PR to greenlight a proofread article she wrote for the company Facebook page. She called Kate to have lunch with her. She doodled a lot. _I should have been an accountant, like dad told me._ _Oh, wait._ The joke still made her smile. ********* Kate had chosen her very temporary job to be a Papa John's (Daddy Issues, as she liked to call it) ten minutes away from Deep Green. She would find better soon, as the world would always need bookkeeping--but she would always need to pay her rent. In the meantime, they were sharing her free pizza at a table, with her clothes over her uniform. Forty minutes. Lenore had so many things to tell her and couldn't. She could only show her her excitement, not her terror of living in a paranormal world. Even sex, Kate's favorite subject, was limited by... Doubt? The new woman would have sounded like a crazy person. Particularly opposite her friend's attitude today. Kate wasn't hyper, she sounded calm, mature. Sad almost. She hadn't slept with any girl last Saturday, she had spent the night at a friend's. Lenore felt guilty that she never bothered to picture the 20-something lesbian life as something other than carelessness and hook-ups with Taylor Swift lookalikes. She was a writer--the secret spies of human psychology--she should know better. "And the two thots?" Kate asked? "You went on an adventure with them?" Lenore prayed her voice didn't falter. "They were already pretty lit when you left. I went home before they'd pass out in my arms. But I think my co-workers definitely want to send me on an adventure. I found _this_ in the box." She drew the key _for the girl who lost everything_ from her purse. "Are you serious?" Kate said and got up. She walked to the counter and went back with the restaurant's suggestion box. She drew from it a second 'P29' key. Brass. Square head. "Get outta here. Did it have a note with it?" Lenore asked, thinking, _Lock. Padlock._ "Nope." "Can I have it?" "Nope." "Just for today, pleeeease." "Aight..." Lenore took the new key and did a little victory shimmy on her seat, chanting, "A-R-G! A-R-G!" "You know what they open?" "I think so." "Doesn't it mean I'm part of your scavenger hunt?" Lenore calmed down on the spot and sat up. "Well, I'm pretty sure the door is in Deep Green, so..." "Ok... Well, urbex is a cool way to get killed, I guess. So anyway, can I read what you've done so far? I feel like crushing some dreams all of a sudden." "No. I hate it," she lied. She tried to find some analogy: "It'd be like exposing myself." Kate blew out air through her nose. "I see." Her flushing would have been more obvious had she not looked down at her leftover crust. And Lenore was looking for her phone anyway. She took a selfie of them both while chugging down the rest of her bottle of San Pellegrino, trying not to laugh doing it. Then she suppressed a belch they both would have otherwise enjoyed. Kate burped freely and didn't even look at the few heads that turned, instead she delivered a soft, "I don't give a fuuug," with a funny voice, upwards to the ceiling. "Come to my place tonight," Lenore said, "you can take the key back and put your story idea in mah box." She had decided that she would write this afternoon, so tonight could be leisure time. "Lemme think... How 'bout Thursday night?" "Ok. I promise we won't eat pizza. And I was thinking... you're gonna have to teach me about some things." "Such as?" "The lesbian experience." "Oh... Well... Neurosis... Nicotine... Um... Anyways, how do you feel having your co-workers read your stuff?" "I won't go very personal if that's what you're asking. I'll stick to plot. Plot is always formulaic, you know?" Lenore winced for having said those two words. She swiped Eliza off her mind. "Crafty. But really, how do you feel?" "I... I-I dunno..." Lenore was stumped, less by the fact that she _did_ not really know than by such a question being asked. It wasn't some question about the narcissism of Lenore Llamarada, or an American question about measurable worth, it was a question about meaning. "I'll have the answer on Thursday." "I'm sure you will." _Tell her. Come on, tell her. Be casual about it, just fucking tell her. Please. Go. Tell her. Tellhertellhertellher._ And because Lenore was trained to quickly find the right embellishment to tell her, she told her: "I love you, Kate." That was the hard part. Telling a friend how she felt. Almost got stuck in her throat. Now, for the comic relief: "You are a cunning linguist. And you are a good friend." "Lesbians don't like _Star Wars_." "Oh for fuck's sake!" ********* The pangs of work pressure hit Lenore as she stepped into the shadow of the Deep Green building. This afternoon, they didn't come from the vision of arrays of filled-up Excel sheets but from the exhilarating anguish of the blank Word page, of absolute freedom, the apprehension of turning a _What_ into the much more concrete _How_. Which would vanish as soon as she would start writing. But her walk of stress came to a sudden halt in front of a deserted P29 door. It was a windowless, sturdy, dirty, generic door. Chained. It was the scariest thing she had ever seen. Though she turned and hesitated for long minutes, she saw no smokers to stop her. She tried out a key, which went in easily, turned easily. The padlock snapped open just as Lenore heard steps closing in. _Shit._ She pulled out the key and cleared off, not wanting to be seen trespassing or something. She went straight for the lobby to warn security about this inexplicable breach. Not as if she knew if it made sense at all but last year when a fire alarm went off at the Störme-Sterne, they had to evacuate the whole block. They lost a day of work. "The mystery door?" the security guard asked. "That one." "It's no big deal, the door itself is barred. I'll go have a look." He reached for his walkie-talkie on the counter. "Who got the keys of um...P29?" _*I'm on my break,*_ a voice crackled back. _So they don't really say_ over, Lenore noted. "What's behind this door anyway?" "Nothing." "Nothing?" "Nothing. I mean yeah it's..." They turned toward an emergency exit map on the wall and he fingered the layout of a corridor shortly ending in no more lines at all. "It's a dead end. They made a mistake when they made the building. And they left it. Heh, it's just a hole." "And they didn't bother drawing it on the map." Other lines from other walls were drawn dangerously close to the blank space. She asked, "Do you think someone broke in?" trying to sound casual. "There's nothing to steal in there, I don't even think there's a surveillance camera, I don't see the point." And there Lenore bit the inside of her cheeks to keep herself from laughing. Because she was picturing the big buttplug the suggestion box pranksters had left for her at the end of that dark corridor. ********* In the staircase, she noticed the banister she had her hand on was marked S01. She knew every object had an ID number. Every hallway. Every trashcan. Every inlet box. Every elevator. To know exactly which one to repair, or replace. Her desk was probably D666. Her desk chair was DC69. She sat down and sighed, started up Word. No avoiding around anymore. She got windows of Excel ready in case someone sneaked up. Let's write. Something. Anything. Maybe a last ritual beforehand. She went for a cup of water by the dolphin poster and listened to the impossible room. A woman was still droning out names. Another one over the phone was repeating them with the same flat tone. Nick. Brava. Laurel. Dante. Freya. The world had become magical. It was one of the things Lenore couldn't tell Kate about earlier. It was endlessly disturbing but the great terror of accepting it--or letting it be--also brought solace. Finally art had a meaning in the grand scheme of things. Ghosts would listen. _The ghosts say go sit your creative ass down DC69 and do your magic._ So she did. Nervous that now every word would count. She typed: _There is a coven of witches at Deep Green Alliance._ That was it. "What are you doing?" It was a manager. Not Eliza. Melissa Something. Lenore smashed Alt-Tab. "I'm working on the Morris joint contract." "No, I don't think you are." "No, look." Melissa squinted at the screen full of cells and graphs. "You're wasting our time with that. Call Henry ASAP." "She's been staring at the wall all morning," said a female voice from a cubicle. Lenore chocked on a, "Annie, what the f--" "Call Henry," the manager repeated. "Don't make me repeat it. Even if that's what I'm paid for..." she added as leaving, self-satisfied of her quip. Lenore exhaled slowly, and then turned back to work. Not much in the end. The main character was female, of course. A little like her, of course. We see her having a normal day, so that we meet the character. Characters > Plot. That's what she believed. Her co-workers roamed around all afternoon, sighed, mumbled. One of them asked her why she didn't put the suggestion box in the breakroom today and called her a selfish bitch under her breath. Lenore wished she did take the box with her. She wanted to read its miracle; she needed the feeling of excitement, like you automatically drive a little faster, a little cooler when there's a good song on the radio. 500 meager words. Half of them would be later edited out. _Cringed_ out. She saved the file on a USB key; knew she would feel uneasy for as long as it would be saved on only one device; called Henry; did some accounting till 7pm and then left. ********* That door. That damn door. Had Lenore been writing this story, her protagonist would have acted out by now instead of pacing this door so many times. It's storytelling 101. It was all the more tempting that there were again no smokers in sight. Lenore twiddled the two keys in her pocket. After all, someone wanted her to go in there. Someone with a poor vision of her but still... _Carpe Diem_, as they said at her creative writing workshop. She did it fast. Padlock. Lock. The door opened. Neon lights turned on. Buzzed. She took a step into a bare, plain corridor. Dark gray. Twenty feet long. At the end of it, on the left wall, there was a door. She moved forward. Just so she could see what its sign said. **UPPER FLOORS** Collected step by collected step, she walked down the corridor. The door behind her became an exit. Lenore and all the hormones of her survival instinct understood it quickly. It was no truism. The closer she got from the end, the farer the exit felt, the one she could escape from, back into the open air, the sunlight, the murmur of the city driving back home, while behind the _Upper Floors_ door was a noise of clogged airshafts and old machines. A sound of things left out. Someone outside was looking at Lenore, smoking, too scared or unconcerned to get near the doorway or ask what was going on in there. Soon they were two. Lenore ignored them and studied the door that was not on any map. The handle. Took it. Pressed it. She pulled. She would get in trouble if anything bad happened but is that really why her heart was beating this way? The thick panel of plywood swung slowly on its hinges, skimmed the tip of her nose, and she saw beyond immediately: raw concrete. Not an inch of gap. Just a wall, dotted with ends of rusty steel bars. The rust had marked the other side of the door from being in contact with it since...a long time. Since the architect made an error. " _What are you doing here?_ " The two watchers had run away, replaced by a woman of no curiosity, someone who was most likely her superior. Lenore closed the door and scampered out of the corridor, under the stern stare. "You don't have anything to do in there." "It was open." Much like a kid caught red-handed, she closed the service door and the padlock and went to her car without anymore apology or looks back. Home, she relieved some of the tension caused by the event by copy-pasting the content of her USB key on her laptop, then, way later in the evening, relieved the rest with gay porn, then lesbian porn, and a succession of orgasms that wrecked her to sleep. ********* **Wednesday (six days)** They jumped her the moment she sat down. Lenore didn't get time for a coffee. Everybody asked her for something. Co-workers, managers, interns, people she had never seen before, by phone, in person, from across the floor, they all piled up and made her experience the full weight of her job. From nine to eight, she was swamped. And so once back home, the idea of writing was an unfunny joke. She was drained and the lazy part of herself she had to deal with for most of her life thought it deserved a rest. Or, had it been honest, was fine with one more evening wasted. 365 evenings in a year. 30,000 in a life. _What difference would it make, uh?_ None. Except a few hours of self-loathing as she persevered to do nothing, pull the chain of hyperlinks until sleep time. The internet was always the same yet there was always more to see. _TIL Disney has a secret society called Club 33. In every of their parks there's a door, very discreet, marked '33', which only members can enter. There, they can play pool, drink alcohol, or...have black masses... or... money laundering..._ Then of course it was time for some porn. And suddenly the laziness was nowhere to be found. She lay on her stomach with a leg bent to the side for better access to her pussy. Her clitoris was not touching the mattress. No friction. Lenore wanted to chase the so-called vaginal orgasm. She had done some thinking: a dildo could fuck her hole as hard and long as she wanted, without ejaculating and going soft and turn around to sleep. She could fuck her pussy till something happened; she could use that advantage over real penises. After twenty minutes, her arm and vagina were burning but she was whimpering with pleasure nonetheless. The man on her screen was taking nine inches up his ass like it was nothing, his half-hard cock dribbling precum as it dangled around. She saw the half-hard cock twitch and start to ejaculate without being touched and knowing she was looking at a prostate orgasm-- _the hottest thing ever_ \--Lenore forgot about her plans and mashed her clit to make herself cum. Her voice and wet noises filled the bedroom. The walls of her vagina clenched tight around the restless dildo, stealing pleasure from her clit, a lot more than usual. It was a very good orgasm and Lenore felt good for the first time today. For five minutes. The autoplay launched a new video which she shut down immediately. She wanted silence. After the five minutes, Lenore noticed her fingers were purple. She turned a lamp on and looked down at her dildo and herself. Her vagina was red and swollen but it was also purple. The purple of the sextoy. "What the fuck?" ********* **Thursday (five days)** Same story. The company, it seemed, would not give her any break, she was used, shouted at, bossed around and rushed, and even before that, by 9:07am, she surrendered. Work had a way to make it clear that middle class days would always be all exactly the same. _That's what makes artists so important_, the undying warmth inside her guts thought. _That's why booze and drugs will always exist_, her cynical outgrowth added. _Oh my God, I'm not depressed, I'm just depressing_, those two parts realized with one voice. Some downtime surprised her around 11am which Jill and Becky invaded nicely. They couldn't believe that, "You never had a smoke in the bathroom?" "I don't smoke." "Come on, it's fun!" "But I don't smoke." They dragged her to the handicapped stall with much giggles and mischievery. It was big enough for three and more, and had a small window that opened enough to blow smoke through. Nothing beat feeling like middle school again, but while Jill was standing on the toilet lid, her hand hanging outside the window, Becky started to make things feel like college. "One day I fingered her so hard," she was telling Lenore, "she dropped her cig and it almost set off the fire alarm." "Oh yeah?" "I bet you never sneaked in to make out either." "With who?" "I don't know. Dylan. Of Web Development. He looks so lonely sometimes." "Shut up, you're gross," Jill commented. "Smoking makes me horny, can't help it." "You burn down a pack a day!" "I know, right?" 16 waking hours in a day. 20 cigarettes in a pack. Jill flicked her stub away and stepped down the toilet. She slid a hand down Becky's pants without any etiquette. Verdict: "Hey, she's not lying." _I should sneak in and masturbate someday_, Lenore thought as she watched them. "Come have a feel." Becky had said that. Not Jill. Becky with the hand in her pants. Unapologizing. She was unfastening the upper buttons. Staring at Lenore with _fuck me_ eyes. Or _fuck you_ eyes. Jill's hand pulled away, Lenore's hand went down in its place. She touched the first vagina she ever made cum. "I'm sure you've made a lot of women cum, you just don't know about it," Jill said, reading her mind. "You think so?" "Me for example. I think about you sometimes when I touch myself." "Oh, ok. Well...thanks, I guess." "You're really pretty," Becky cut in, her voice wavering, "and you're more interesting than most people here." Lenore pushed her middle finger in her. Jill threw a, "Kate's in love with you, you know?" Lenore removed her hand. Jill took it and sucked on her wet finger. Becky came closer, they all three embraced. Lenore watched them kiss. Paradoxically, this was the point of no return. She hesitated before she leaned in. Their lips, then their tongues met. The sloppy threeway kiss made them hum softly. Lenore thought it didn't feel as good as eating pussy and she was taken aback by her own vulgarity. But it was the truth and it became palpable when Jill stepped away. "I'll be right back." She left the bathroom, leaving the stall door shut but unbolted, leaving Lenore kissing and fondling only Becky. It grew awkward and obvious that she didn't want all this ceremony. Lenore wanted to cum. That's it. "We talk about you when we fuck," Becky panted out as she kissed her in the neck. "What do you say?" "We want to ravage you. We wanna drive you crazy." Their four hands peeled both their pants down their thighs. At no point did Lenore remember she was showing her pussy to an almost-stranger. She felt soft female fingers on her clit for the time of her life. She made a conscious effort to keep quiet. She had never understood the thrill of being caught and despite everything else being spellbinding, she would stay true to her incomprehension. Becky pulled her hood. "Your clit is so swollen I could suck on it like a cock." Lenore gasped. Her clitoris _did_ feel enormous. Becky was grinning. She was not. "Do you know the word," the grin
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asked, "for when three girls eat out each other at the same time?" She didn't. "We're _so_ doing that on Saturday." The door behind them creaked. Lenore turned her head and she froze. There was Jill. And Melissa of Management. "Would you look at that," the 40-something corporate woman said with a smile. Lenore pulled back and struggled with her panties. Jill and Becky lined up on either side of her, to face Melissa. "Fresh blood for the sewing circle," she said. Pants back on, Lenore remained mortified. The woman leered at them like meat. She shook her head. "What am I gonna do with you?" Lenore never liked her. Yet she had never noticed how hot this woman was, and it counted rapidly in accepting this porn situation. The word _hatefuck_ existed for a reason. No doubt about that, the threesome had leveled up. Lenore could now have not four but six hands on her body. If she simply played the part. Which got a harsh start: "Get naked. Just you," Melissa told her. So harsh Lenore felt her stomach flutter more wetness down her pussy. Becky and Jill mewled with excitement, turned toward her to watch her undress. She already knew she was gonna do it. It's how far she would go doing it that held her back for a few seconds. She took her blouse off, her bra, gave them to Jill who threw them away carelessly. Then the shoes, the socks. Lenore put her bare feet back on the sticky tiled floor. That's how far she went. After that, pants and underwear went off easy. She rose back, completely naked, as told, surrounded by three clothed women. Her nipples were hard for them. "Good girl," Melissa murmured. Then lowered to her knees and crawled up to Lenore's wet pussy. She looked at it, looked up at her and said, "I'll still be your superior after this. You slack off once, you deviate one degree, I swear I'll fuck you up so hard you'll come beg me to be my dungeon slave to pay your rent." As Lenore wondered what she could respond to that without just laughing in this old hag's face, she felt lips engulf her swollen clit. She moaned. "Say 'Yes, Melissa,'" Jill whispered in her ear. Lenore almost protested but her head was jammed by pleasure. So eventually: "Yes, Melissa." Melissa pulled back, eyes smiling with the lust of dominants. "You two, pants down. Leave them on your ankles, I want you to look ridiculous." They didn't say, _Yes, Melissa_. But Lenore got too sidetracked to notice, fighting against her clitoris which wanted to cum on the spot. A few drops trickled down her contracting peehole. "Our new pet is a squirter." "Nice!" "Lena, finger them." The two girls passed an arm around Lenore, held her tight and purred with anticipation. With just a glimpse at them both, she understood the nature of the fingering she had been ordered to give, as in this position, her hands could only reach for their butts. She wetted her fingers--her right hand still smelled of Becky--and slid her middle fingers down their cracks, brushed over the wrinkling of their assholes. The mouth on her clit eliminated any hesitation; she pushed against their holes, knuckles popped through the tight rings, one after the other... The pads of her fingers gorged in the sensations, heat, fleshy softness, like they were suddenly erogenous. Lenore looked at her partners, for any little hint of validation. "I fucking love anal so much," Becky exhaled and closed her eyes. "It's easier with two fingers," Jill begged. So Lenore added her forefingers and stretched them exquisitely. The girls hugged tighter, smothered her with kisses and gasps, their hips rolling against her palms. She never had suspected how erotic it could feel, the feel of their anuses, crushing her fingers, yielding to them with such a visceral return pressure. "Fuck them hard. I wanna hear it," Melissa said, lips slick. Lenore obeyed, over and over, caught between her sensitive clit and her overly sensitive fingers. Her biceps and her wrists ached from the effort, she loved it. Her mind's eye pulled out, like a movie camera, to see the whole scene from afar, these four women tangled in this complicated formation, each moaning in different ways. Then the words themselves were enough: lesbian orgy; first foursome; insane fuck in the middle of the afternoon, at work, don't give a fuck. Only then Lenore could have her orgasm. She even told them. "I-I'm gonna cum." Her pussy started to contract and she saw herself, naked, traverse this most enfeebling ecstasy, moan as quietly as she was able to, sway on her legs as little as she could, protected all around by three all-conquering lusts that had only eagerly wanted it. Wanted her. She didn't see Melissa rise to her feet but she felt her grab her by the chin, saw her plant her crazy eyes in hers, felt her shove two fingers in her spasming cunt and squeeze her G-spot aggressively, pump her hole almost painfully bluntly until Lenore let out a sharp cry and a stream of squirt splashed down her toes, putting an explosive end to her climax. There was a small puddle under her soles when the three women released her. Some clarity came back quick and Lenore protected her nudity with her arms, careful not to touch her skin with her fingers. The three others had a last look at her, three last grins and they left the bathroom. Out of breath, raving, alone, Lenore locked the stall door and leaned on it, her head cradled in the inside of her elbows, panting things like, "Oh my God- Oh my God," happy ones, incredulous of what had just happened, more than willing to be actually proud of it. And proudly she turned around. She walked up to the center of this crummy toilet and stood there eyes closed to let everything go and feel the air and the light on her skin, to feel that she was completely bare somewhere other than her apartment, that she just had a foursome out of nowhere. It made her want to cum again and right now and she did. She washed her hands in the sink and she did. ********* Lenore failed to see a lot of things. Kate was not really good at being in love. None of her advances hit their target during their evening together. Lenore was too absent that night. Or perhaps too close. So she resigned. She slept on the couch. In the morning, Lenore failed to see she was missing the two keys of P29. ********* **Friday (four days)** Friday was a tunnel of loneliness. Lenore didn't get bossed around and overworked to death. In fact, no one talked to her. She got all the time to write. _So there's a coven of witches at Deep Green._ _They fire everyone until everybody has been replaced by their evil ilk._ _Witches is tired. Let's find something else. Another creature. Something not evil. Something annoying. Mosquitoes. No, bigger. Flies._ _They're flies. With a human appearance. No, it's stupid. They're human witches but they're flies too. Find something._ _They chose Deep Green for its architecture. You can draw a pentacle over the hallways on the blueprint of the building. At its center: the gates of hell they try to summon. How original._ Deciding lives over the strike of a pen was the best thing ever once she was into it. It alleviated being alone. Writing on work hours did too. "Hey, wanna hang out tonight?" It was Becky. The smell of astray should have been a giveaway and Lenore shouldn't have been startled. "Hi, Becky. Tonight? Not tomorrow?" "Yeah, why not? Kate will be there, I called her." The Friday factor made it a _no_ cause Lenore was lazy, but the presence of Kate made it a _yes_. The presence of Kate and the lack of an eventual threesome made it a _no_ but the presence of Kate made it a _yes_. "Ok, alright," Lenore said. "Seeya then." And Becky and her scent disappeared. ********* The pangs of a bad feeling hit Lenore as she stepped into the flashing lights of the club. She saw Becky and Jill already drunk and they would not stop dancing for anyone. She struggled her way in and then struggled to stay in; the crowd surrounded, smothered the newcomer with pokes and voices while all she wanted was to know where Kate was. "What?" the two girls screamed. "Is Kate here?" "Who?" " _Kate!_ " The instantly forgotten shrug they gave could mean they didn't know in several different ways but meant for certain they didn't care. Lenore looked around, shouldered herself out. The only corner where she found the room to use her phone was reserved for alcohol buying, so she was almost pushed away as soon as she got herself an overpriced slammer and no response to her calls, away from the bar and back into the moving and available bodies. It's the only drink she had. A fairly attractive man offered her one in a more or less confident manner which only drew her back to her co-workers where she would be less frontally bothered. They in turn did everything to drag her out of sobriety. And it was enough for Lenore to get angry at Kate for having bailed on her. Left her with these two psychos. Or with her horny self. She had meticulously shaved from the neck down. She was excited for the unpredictable mess that was taking shape. But it was just wrong. Before they left for their place, she looked around one last time. The lights blinded her, the music pierced her ears and once outside, she had lost track of who she was really angry at. It was clear the two girls were messing with her although it looked like they were physically unable to focus enough to do so. _She_ had to call a cab because she was the only one who could stand straight up or make a proper sentence. The trip was chaos compressed on a back seat. "Kate who?" "Stop it." "I know a Kate in Financials!" "Yeaaa there was a Cate Something at the team building seminar." "You sure you don't mean Nate from IT?" "No. _Kate_, who was fired." " _Deep Greeeeen, we'll fire your biiiiitch!_ " they sang to the tune of the company's TV commercial. Lenore didn't want to make a scene, even though these two definitely did. She didn't want to validate a world where Kate Toynbee didn't exist. Kate of Papa John's. She knew she had photos of her in her phone and looked for one for way too long. "Do you have nudes?" Jill blared, snatching it up from her hands, swiping around, before her attention skipped to Becky rolling down her window to holler at some guys. At first Jill thought she was leaning outside to hurl and held her hair so hard Becky shrieked in pain in the middle of the words 'big black cock'. The phone fell somewhere in the darkness of the car along with the lollipop Becky was sucking on, an unworn stiletto, wrapped tampons and they leaned down and looked and fought and laughed and brayed and the cab driver had to tell them to calm down and Lenore wasn't drunk enough for that shit. They danced on the curb, all the way up to their apartment, poked and pushed Lenore and smothered her with their hands just like earlier. She was the first naked. She was the only one naked. They had laid her out on a bed and overwhelmed her from head to toe. They had retrieved all their finesse and concentration. While Lenore was losing her mind. It felt so good she could have blacked out. They caressed her absolutely everywhere, with oil and their sweetest craft. Lenore became nothing but skin. So much and so long she didn't realize she had a tongue in her mouth and a finger in her pussy. They turned so brash she writhed with lust, opened her eyes. They called her their slut. Their clothes were stuck to their skin, all she could caress was the metal or plastic parts of their pants, their bras, the plastic in their hair, the watch on their wrists. She had reached the moment where they would both eat her out at the same time. A sensation normal women would never experience. And she tried not to think about Kate when it happened. She saw their heads disappear. And here it was. Their mouths took her whole. It felt as good as she had imagined but not as enjoyable. Because... They lifted her leg up and went deeper. Pleasure bounced anywhere she chose to, their two tongues were imperative about that. And it was just her pussy and ass. On top of that, their four hands were still at it, hitting all the right spots, nipples, soles, tailbone, all the time so ubiquitously. Then why did they pretend they had invited Kate? A finger settled on her anus. Lenore whimpered and shriveled away. Only a few inches. A knuckle went in. Then another. "No," she finally let out. A hand grabbed her hip and pulled and she then had a whole finger up her ass. It felt like nothing at all. The lips around her clit felt like sugary fire. The finger slid in and out and it burned. She wailed a second _No_, twisted herself free and rolled off the bed, away from finger and tongues, back to her feet, facing the two girls. There was a pause. Insanely silent for three sluts who were fucking like sluts. Or maybe it was only Lenore. The other two were smiling. Not like when you're having sex. Becky was grinning. Jill was grinning. They were staring. Not staring back. _Staring_. They stared at her the whole time. They didn't need to look to know what was up. Jill had shit on her finger. Jill kept her grin the whole time when Jill lifted that soiled finger up to her mouth and sucked it clean. At that point, Lenore had already started to pick up her clothes from the floor but it was out of shame and disgust. She backed away out of terror only when the mouth let go of the finger and inside she didn't see the fleshy red of a human being and didn't hear the slick of human saliva and the languorous moan of a human throat. She glimpsed the blueish glint of an insect, mandibles wriggling, gurgling behind a lipsticked toothless smile. She ran for her life and her sanity, putting her clothes on in the stairs, crying at the horror now behind her. She ran for many blocks into the night. It was the night September had chosen to announce winter. It was cold. It would get in her clothes, like they were wet. She barely felt it, fear was colder. Cabs didn't stop for her until she had washed the tears and the dread off her face. She would have to wait for her apartment to cry again. Which she did. A lot. Especially when she found out she had soiled her underwear. She was already in the shower, so neither tears nor shit made any difference. She didn't stay long because she wanted--she needed to hear Kate. Squatting on the bath mat, with a towel as her only protection, she looked for her name in her contacts. Didn't find it. These maniacs deleted it. Her hair dripped water onto the phone screen. She ran to her laptop in the bedroom and looked for her number. It was in a text file somewhere. Kate Toynbee. She _did_ exist. Her photo folder. Her Instagram. She had to be in there. The movement of the cursor was interrupted by a memory: the selfie from lunchbreak. Lenore opened the picture, this time it took only a few taps. She wailed in shock. It was herself, Lena, in Papa John's, alone. She zoomed in, zoomed out. And then she hesitated...but swiped to another picture. Another. Another. Another. Another. Everybody was missing. Photoshopped out. She opened Instagram. She opened her folders. She opened a dozen jpegs fullscreen on her laptop and on all of them she was alone. Blurry crowds and anonymous bystanders didn't count. She was alone. And when even she was not in the picture, it was just a background, a landscape, empty chairs, selfies taken by no one. Lenore was alone in her apartment going insane, waking the neighbors with her cries. It took her a long time to "accept" the situation and fight the raspy panic off her chest and only when she could she took her phone and called her parents. Who didn't answer. Tristyn. No, Kate. No response. No voicemail. Tristyn. "Pick up! _PICK UUUUUUP! Please!_ " Josh Durrell maybe. No. Lenore broke her voice. She called a dozen other contacts, friends and relatives, all a screaming absence on her laptop. None of them answered. Each failure furthered down the madness. Brian. All her pictures of him were on an external drive. She wouldn't look at them. No. His name was still in her contacts and it made her cry more than ever. The next one was _Brian's mom_. It would be her last try. She hesitated. She tapped _Call_ and tried to handle her crazy voice during the series of tunes. It connected straight to voicemail. Hearing the woman's voice was better than nothing. And it was better than confronting the woman herself. But of course _Brian's mom_ called back not a minute later. _*Lena?*_ "Hi, Mrs. Reed, I--" _*What time is it? What do you want?*_ "I... I just..." _*Yes?*_ "I thought... I found some more stuff from Brian and I thought--" _*I told you you can keep it. Is that why you're calling me?*_ "I'm sorr--" _*It's three o'clock in the morning, WHY ARE YOU CALLING?*_ Lenore opened her mouth and no sound came out. The woman sighed, audibly sat up in her bed. _*Look. Lena. We did everything right, ok?*_ She paused, thought out her words. _*We told each other over and over how we knew what we were going through. I think I made it clear that I would never hold you responsible for what he did. But please, can you accept now that I don't know you?*_ Her voice didn't falter. Actually it sounded even stronger as she said, _*We met at his funeral for Pete's sake! He never even told me your last name.*_ "I'm sorry I--" _*Lena, I don't know what you're going through anymore. No, actually I think I know. And it's not good. And you have to_ move on _. It... It was horrible what he did to us, it was unfair, and it wasn't your fault. So please, just try to get better. Try not to make the same mistake he made. I want to see you as the person who soothed his pain a little before he took his life. But I don't want to hear from you again. Can you do that? Can you understand what it means to do that?*_ Lena disabled her microphone so Mrs. Reed wouldn't hear her sobbing. _*I know you put yourself on mute, Lena, but listen to me. I can't help you anymore. I don't know you. And you can't help me either. So please move on. There's nothing wrong with moving on. I'm his mother and I'm_ asking _you. Move on. Get help. You can even hate him for what he did. Just do something. Life is long. Life is very long. People who tell you otherwise they have something to sell. Now I'm gonna hang up, ok? You can keep what you found or you can throw it away, I don't know. But I want you to stop calling. Please.*_ They exchanged a few more words, awkward and useless but necessary to the end of any conversation, and then the strongest woman Lenore had ever met hung up. And Lenore was back to her life. The picture on her laptop screen didn't show loneliness anymore. Just herself and Josh Durrell and his wife Monica posing in front of the Hollywood sign. She was not alone. She had at least twenty phone calls incoming soon. One of them Kate, back inside the selfie. She had the box. It was on the bed. Waiting. There was a post-it note on top, left unfolded so she would read it whether she liked it or not. **NOW WE KNOW EVERYBODY YOU KNOW. THANKS.** Fright seized her so tight she could not scream it out through her damaged vocal cords. She crawled into a corner of the bedroom, stuck her back to it. There was no one behind her, there could be no one. But there was a coven of witches at Deep Green. And she had let them in. And the box, the one thing that had helped her know what to do these last few days had become her one problem. Burn it. She could burn it. She thought. But a box endlessly full of papers would also burn endlessly. And make hell on earth, literally. **I HAD A FRIEND WHO REALIZED YOU CAN'T BURN ANYTHING WHEN YOU LIVE IN A CITY. HE HAD NO FIREPLACE, NOTHING. FIRE DETECTORS EVERYWHERE. SO HE WENT TO SKIDROW AND FOUND A BRAZIER AND HE GOT SHANKED.** Untape it completely could be worse. Empty it then? **NO STORY. CONTINUAL RED HERRINGS.** She reached out a hand. That's all she had to do. Her reading frenzy which had been euphoria so far turned to panic. Lenore read handfuls, several at the same time. She read to try to understand. She read because it was her only dialog tonight. **I KNOW A STORY THAT IS _NOT_ ABOUT WITCHES. IT WOULD BE COOL IF YOU USED IT.** A talk with the enemy. **STICK TO YA YOU PATHETIC BITCH. AT LEAST YOU COULD MAKE MONEY FROM IT.** One-sided. **THEY MADE A SEQUEL OF YOUR PARENT'S SEX TAPE. IT'S A SNUFF FILM.** And if she didn't know the origin, she knew the intent. **OLAUS FLAVIUS WAS BURNED AT THE STAKE WITH HIS OWN BOOKS, YOU KNOW?** Because it was slowly slipping. **I HOPE THIS SHIT GETS YOU IN TROUBLE** Slipping toward the only language that gets one's full attention. **WE'LL BURN YOUR HORSES. WE'LL HANG YOU DOGS.** The only thing one always underestimates. **WITCHES HATE SNITCHES GET STITCHES** Violence. **YOU KNOW WHAT'S WORSE THAN A GUN? A KNIFE.** Lenore punched the box away, physically feeling the difference between a clean bullet in the chest and the coldness and the slowness of a blade cutting the skin of the inside of your elbow, of your belly, meeting the veins, the nerves, the drag when slicing through the fat and the give once it has reached the organs, a papercut times one billion across your eyelids and your eyeball, your guts in your hands as you watch the ceiling fade to red and dark. A grotesquely large buttplug tumbled down from the box. It gave Lenore the senseless energy to go for her dildo and try to smash it to pieces. Its material stained her fingers like marzipan melting down, leaving a purple color. Somehow it gave her all the more energy to grab it tighter and break it in half against the corner of the desk. Lenore was growling in rage, hit after hit. The softening dildo slipped and Lena howled with pain. She had cut her hand. Something had sliced through the palm. She looked at the sextoy: a razor blade was peeking from the melted surface. All this time it had been waiting. For her. Lenore used her panic to get dressed and leave her apartment. She would leave everything behind. The box, her story, her job... A new woman she would be. She bled on her driving wheel, on her phone. Kate never answered. She drove to her place and Kate Toynbee wasn't there. It was a new name on the doorbell. No window lit up as she called and called. No muffled sound of ringtone came through the glass. And it didn't scare her. Somehow Lenore knew it wasn't a supernatural part of her night. She was only disappointed. Kate didn't live here anymore. Her friend didn't tell her about it. ********* And since she couldn't spend the rest of the night in the street, she crawled back in the corner of her bedroom and waited for the end. ********* **Saturday (three days)** The ringtone could never wake her up in normal times. It was just an annoying input to her sleeping brain which could be dealt with later. This morning, as her phone chimed and vibrated in her lap, she didn't have to get up, she didn't have to properly awaken. Lenore raised her head and knew it was Kate without looking at the screen. Her back hurt, bent into the shape of the corner. Her knees hurt. Her neck hurt. Her mind was numb. She had cried enough last night that she could sound somewhat okay on the phone. _*I turned off my phone. It says you called me 46 times. What's wrong?*_ "I need to see you." _*What's wrong?*_ "Please, come. I don't wanna cry on the phone." _*Say no more.*_ It was 9:14am. Quickly showered and clothed, Lenore put a band-aid on her hand and took on cleaning up the place in a way so full of bitterness it was actually satisfying: she shoved everything into the box. Papers, food, her clothes from last night, the buttplug. The dildo. She raised it to her eyes and took a last look at the razor blade in the daylight. "God damn all of you," she murmured. She pushed the toy down into the chasm. Everything felt clean again, in appearance at least. Only was missing the smell of coffee and as the pot started to fill up in the kitchen, she got some duct tape to close the box. What will she tell Kate? If she tried to show her the threats, would they be changed back to some harmless stories, making her look like a fool? She took one sheet. Just one, a last one, just to be sure. **HELLO MY BABY, HELLO MY HONEY, HELLO MY RAGTIME GAL** She didn't get the reference but understood what it was gonna be like. So she did shut the box. After a few shakes, the sound of the garbage inside disappeared among the ruffle of paper and then there was the doorbell. Five seconds later, she was in her friend's arms. Kate, who smelled like sweat. "I was at the gym when I called," she apologized. "It's ok." It was better than Jill's perfume and Becky's alcohol breath. "Mind if I use your shower?" "Sure, go ahead. I have to do the dishes. And my bed. And whatever." Lenore almost threw in, _I love you_. Hours later, she woke up on the couch, dishes and bed still undone, Kate clean in her dirty clothes sitting next to her, looking at her with patient concern. It was 14:36pm. The cups of coffee on the table were long cold but Lenore chugged hers down. She tried to sigh out all her anguish and then tried one of the many ways to begin: "Are you alright?" Kate had not expected this one. "Yes. O-Of course. It's me who should ask you th--" "No one um..." "What?" Lenore didn't want to scare her by asking her if she had been followed by... By what exactly? "What happened to your hand?" Kate asked. "I...cut myself cooking." "Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?" Lenore took a deep breath. Time for the half-truths. "Why didn't you show up last night?" "What are you talking about?" "Becky didn't call you?" "No. She told you she did?" "Yes." Kate frowned. "I was home. Stop hanging out with this psycho and her friend." "I won't, believe me." "Why? They did something to you?" "No, that's not what I meant." "What did they do to you? What happened to your hand?" "I cut myself! And...I think... I think they're fighting over me." Now Kate's eyebrows went incredulous, one up, one down. "Oh..." "Yeah, they had a huge fight last night. And apparently they were both hitting on me and it's turning everything to shit at work. And... I don't want to go on Monday." "And that's why you're feeling bad? Cause two hot girls have a ladyboner over you?" "No, I'm scared they're gonna go after you." Kate faltered slightly. "Why would they do that?" "Because..." Time to lie. "...Because I'm in love with you, Kate." "No you're not!" Kate had put a little mocking inflection in her voice and she had glints in her eyes, but it lasted about four seconds. The corners of her mouth bent downward, her eyes tore up. She fought against cries with all her might and it exploded anyway. She rushed into Lenore's arms, into her neck, bawling and crying: " _Don't tell me that, Lena! Don't tell me that if you don't mean it._ " Lenore didn't expect this reaction. She could have never expected to see the limits of Kate's resilience. She held her friend very tight. Because in fact she didn't really know if she did mean it. The next logical step would have been for them to kiss. They didn't. Lenore looked at Kate in the eye, grave, and told her: "I want you to move in here. You pack all your stuff and you move in and you're my girlfriend now." Kate wiped her puffy eyes. "What the fuck are you talking about?" "They can't hurt us if we're together." "What?" "Or do you want me to move to your place?" "No, I..." "Do you love me, Kate?" This was the weirdest moment of Kate's young life. She spluttered, "I... I love you so much I'm scared," and lowered her eyes. Lenore was thinking as fast as she could. "You're so scared you let me friendzone you?" The eyes rose back. "Yeah..." And an embarrassed smile appeared. This time they kissed. Lenore initiated. And it was awful. Their lips clumsy and hard as stone, as though they had never kissed before. Never kissed women. "You stay here tonight," Lenore affirmed. "Of course." "Do you want me to help you go get some of your stuff?" "No, we're staying here, it's ok, I don't wanna do that today." They realized they were still arm in arm, knee against knee. They stood up and stepped back from each other, nervous, flushed. "We take all the time necessary," Lenore said. "I'm in love with you and we'll sort this out." "Lena, it's not love, it's the fucking witness protection program!" " _No_..." She raised her voice: "You go talk to them on Monday. Or I'll do." Lenore did too: "Alright, alright, I will. Are you hungry?" Kate shouted: "I'm starving!" They ordered sushi. They ate in almost complete silence. It was a huge mess in Lenore's head. She might be dead on Monday, for all she knew. It was one of the many reasons for her next move. ********* Lenore reached out and grabbed the hem of Kate's sweatshirt. She pulled. "What are you doing?" "Your clothes are stinking up the place. Take them off." They did. The living-room smelled like a locker room. "Ok, I'm sorry, wait." Kate took it off herself, then her pants and handed them to her. Now Lenore had her hand on the hem of her shirt. They stared at each other. "You didn't want to go get your stuff," Lenore said. "Get used to hang around in the buff." "Fine." Kate peeled off her shirt. Meanwhile Lenore had peeled off her socks. And now her fingers were hooked under the waistband of her panties. "Really?" _Can I?_ Lenore's eyes replied. There was a long silence that said, _Of course you can, you idiot_. But as Lenore faltered, Kate unhooked her bra defiantly and put it on the top of her head like a hat. Lenore chortled and finally pulled the underwear down, avoiding her skin as much as possible. They could hear each other's heart beating loud, and fast. She gathered all the clothes in a heap and went to put it in the dirty laundry basket. She went back with a blanket, which she wrapped around them both in a wide flapping motion as she sat next to Kate. She cradled her in her arms, pressed pecks on her lips. Still shy and unnatural. She placed her hands on her back, nothing more. Kate had instinctively taken a fetal position in the embrace. She let herself get cuddled. Even when Lenore got discreetly emotional and wetted her scalp of her tears. She was crying for her troubles, crying at how astounding the body of a woman felt, and crying that this beauty could have power over said troubles. The gaze, when theirs met, was where the intensity was. Because one of them was naked under this blanket. Because they--these two kids--didn't know what they were doing anymore. "So..." Lenore tried at all cost to lighten up her tone. "Tell me everything." "About?" "The lesbian life." "Oh, _that_... Why d'you wanna know?" Kate asked sarcastically. "To be a better storyteller." "Of course... To be fair, it's not really any different from straight people. The power struggle is a little different but it's still power struggle." Lenore moved a hand to Kate's feet. She caressed them with no hurry, no strain, just made a mental map of them. She had never been a foot fetishist but she was trying to understand how exactly she loved Kate Toynbee and thus this body part was becoming as sensual as anything else to her. As interesting. Flaws included. Averageness included. She said, "I always loved you because you never asked me if I _experimented_ in college." "Did you?" "I... I had a bad experience once..." "What happened?" "I just...I wanted to have fun. I wanted to be this new person. And... It got...too real." It got impossible to share. "You mean it was like in the movies?" "What do you mean?" "Porn made it weird. It's weird. I mean, it's _so_ weird when you think about it. Cause a lot of the shit you see in porn comes from the queer community, you see, like fisting and squirting and...well, whatever... But as soon as porn comes and grinds it in, it just makes everything so... so... I dunno." Lenore couldn't find the right word either. She asked, "So how do you make love?" "With no fake nails," Kate grimaced. Lenore moved on to her hands and touched her bitten fingernails. Kate went on: "We don't make love. The dyke life is a permanent dyke orgy." "Please..." "Just kidding. Well it kind of is actually, we just don't like people knowing about it." "You didn't have sex last Saturday because you're in love with me?" Kate was floored by the blunt question. But she took it: "Yes." "No hook-ups at the pizza place?" "No. No one wants a fucking loser, Lena. Straight or gay." "You're not a loser. Don't play that with me." "I'm sorry. It's just...banter." "You survived two years at Deep Green, it counts on a resume. You'll find something. Life is long." "You think so?" "You don't?" "I... I dunno. That's a weird concept." "When you left the club the other night, it's because you were jealous of...the two who shall not be named?" "Yes." "Why were you jealous? I wasn't a lesbian back then." Kate shrugged. "Have you ever been in love before?" Lenore asked. Another shrug. "I discovered I've never been until you." Lenore cupped her two hands onto her breasts. Another mental map. She felt them slowly. The gesture was so peculiar she was almost surprised when she felt the nipples react to her touch. "Did you become this "new person" after your bad experience?" Kate had air- quoted with her voice. "I hope so." Lenore took her own socks off and their bare toes touched. "I love you, Kathryn." Kate looked up at her. "Lenore." Her voice wavered, like she had said something important. Her tears started to stream down. "Lena. I didn't have sex since I met you. And I make love like I wanna get married. Since it's legal now." Lenore opened her mouth to speak but Kate wasn't finished: "And... I... I'm going through some shit right now." What exactly, she didn't tell. It was too big, even for the tight, mighty skin fortress they had built around them. Lenore walled it shut with her arms and they stayed like this for a while. ********* When she thought it was the right time, Lenore re-opened the fortress and murmured: "I think I am this new person." "You think so?" Kate sniffled, exhausted. "I think I'm ready to love
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again." This time Kate kissed her. "Does it mean I can ask you about Brian?" Kate waited patiently, until Lenore finally nodded. "Not today though. It's enough pain for a Saturday." Lenore raised and closed up the blanket above their heads. In the darkness she saw no ghosts. Only her friend in silhouette. Whom she kissed blindly. She asked her to hold the blanket and began taking off her clothes. It went so messy in their cramped, flimsy, improved tent they had to laugh. Even after Lenore was naked and they lay down together in what was supposed to be the most solemn moment of their lives. The couch was too small, they rolled onto the floor, giggling, the blanket spread open and they could now see as well as feel. Lenore ran her hands everywhere she saw. She wanted to smile. She wanted to cry but even in her state she knew it would have been too fucking weird. "What are you doing?" Kate asked, out of breath. "I want something normal for once in my life." "But it's not. We're friends." She was right. And also they realized nothing was ever normal in life. Only took them twenty-three years. "I want..." Lenore fumbled. They stopped moving. "I want..." "Oh my God, you're gonna say a little poem, aren't you?" They became only eyes. And ears. And voice. "I wanna...hold you when you're cold in the winter. I wanna have your smell on my clothes. I want to see you brush your teeth. I wanna see you being jealous cause I eyed a guy's ass. I wanna see you wink at me cause we eyed the same girl's ass. I wanna hear the sound of your voice when you come. I wanna adjust my rear-view mirror cause you used my car. I want to call you from across the house just for the pleasure of saying your name. I wanna ask you 'What do you wanna eat tonight?' for the 5000th time. I want to be bored with you. I wanna beat your punkass at Mario Kart. I wann--" "So you really are an author." "And I want you to keep the post-irony or whatever the fuck to a minimum and love me." She brushed her hand down her side, to her buttocks, to her thighs, inside them, through her pubes and she cupped her vagina. "You're skipping steps, Lena." "I'm so scared," she exhaled. "It's because we haven't kissed." So they did. And it made things a little normal. Kate had a normal mouth, not the mouth of an insect. Lenore never doubted it, but when she caressed her tongue with her tongue, it confirmed it in a warm release of happiness. And she knew that somehow she might not be lying for very long, maybe she could fall in love with her friend, maybe she always was, maybe she never lied. All the possibilities were inside her. And life was long. And she would die in two days. So they made love on the floor. Because on her bed was the suggestion box. And because they didn't have time. They made love. Clumsy and slow and hesitant and haltingly, it still worked. They made a love that didn't stop whenever they would cum. A love that wouldn't count down. Love that didn't allow the feeble concept of positions and oral sex because it would have taken their skin too far apart from one another. Perhaps because it was their first time. Perhaps because it was the love of two people with terror brooding inside of them. And pain and misery. ********* Only after this, did they begin to face the reality of a couple. The _What now?_, the specialization, the long times to cross. The night was falling around the couch. The light, the air and their voices were as soft as velvet: "Kate?" "Yea?..." "Can you...promise me you won't make fun of me?" Kate raised her head from their snug embrace in the blanket. "You serious?" "Promise." "I can't promise that if you wanna be my girlfriend." "Come on." "Ok. Sure, I promise." "I wanna ask you something weird." "No shit." "Oh my God, I'm gonna make it weird." "What?" "Could you..." Her voice wasn't laughing anymore. Kind of the opposite. "Could you touch my...my butthole?" Kate swallowed back a _What?_ and let out a snicker that said, _That's it?_ "Come here." Their bodies had never left each other but somehow they got even closer. Kate cupped her buttcheeks. "And don't ever use the word butthole ever again. You're not 12." "I don't wanna use crude words with you." "Why not?" "I don't know. It just doesn't feel right." "So you want me to touch your anus, not your asshole." "Exactly," Lenore chuckled. "Just touch it?" "Yes. And..." again her voice wasn't chuckling anymore, "don't ask me why. Please." "I didn't intend to." She caressed her buttocks, took her time, and eventually stopped when her fingers rested onto the soft anus. She fondled it without any intention of kinkiness. It wasn't sexual. Even if it was. And Lenore's breathing actually slowed down. The good tension in their muscles calmed down for this moment. Kate explored every detail of and around the puckered hole. She was caressing it like she would caress the back of Lenore's hand on a lazy afternoon watching TV, only instead of the most visible part of the human body, against her fingertips was the most intimate, the most vulnerable part of her friend; and within her fingertips was a lot of peace. Peace doesn't need questions. She kept on caressing Lenore. Slowly. Imperceptibly. "Kate, you'll say I'm skipping steps again but... I love you." "And I don't say _I love you_ on the first date." They kissed. A little smoother than a few hours earlier. It was Kate's turn to hesitate. "What?" Lenore asked when she noticed. "I promise you this is not a question. I just want you to know: I'm ok with anal sex. I'm not disgusted or anything. If you wanna have it, we--" Kate didn't finish because Lenore broke eye contact. They didn't move for another while, never broke skin contact. They forgot one was touching the other's anus. They forgot how special it was and instead they made it theirs. Again: the lazy afternoon watching TV. "What about you?" Lenore asked later. "Anything you like to do that is weird and awkward? You said squirting is a lesbian thing originally?" "It's a circus act. Like that ping-pong ball trick they do in Thailand." Kate kissed her on the forehead and rolled over, bringing a lot of the blanket with her. Also abandoning her buttcrack duty. Lenore snickered. "Oh so I'm just gonna assume you can't." "Shut up. Hey, wait a minute. You want to write porn, don't you? I got it now." "I can." "Write porn?" "No, um..." "What then?" "I can-- um..." "Ah. Can't even say it... Well, good for you." Lenore bigspooned Kate. She reached around her and slid her fingers along her nymphs. Then inside, where it was wet. "You won't make me squirt," Kate said. "I tried. I can't. But it's ok, I won't lose sleep over it." "Can I still try?" "So is that it? you just wanna give me a tutorial?" Kate smiled. And shuddered as a finger was creeping inside her: "You're still skipping steps--oh my God, don't go straight for my G-spot!" "Sorry." Kate put her own finger inside herself and guided Lenore's. "It's here. It's all swollen because of you." They pressed on it together and Kate tried to suppress a slight gasp. "It doesn't even feel that good to be honest," Lenore said. "But I think... I find it beautiful in a way." Her breathing sharpened. "You're beautiful." Kate turned back and they reunited. Lenore put two fingers inside Kate. She gave up on focusing on her G-spot and caressed her everywhere. Kissed her too. Licked her nipples. Licked her tongue. Breathed in her hair. Gripped her toes with her toes. She explained and demonstrated at the same time, "You have to rub your G-spot like you're really not afraid to make it happen." Kate was moaning more overtly, blowing whispery _uh-huh_ s of confirmation in her neck. Her hips were rolling back and forth. "Once you feel it gets really squishy you push out your fingers and rub your clit like that." Lenore made Kate gasp. "Len you're gonna make me cum." Lenore repeated words and fingers: "You rub there. Like you don't have a care in the world." "Mhmmmmh..." "And you let it, just like that beautiful voice you have right now." Kate pushed out her fingers, Lenore rushed them to her clit and rubbed it in a circle until they were both moaning together. Until they stopped moaning together. Kate had not squirted, of course, but it hadn't been the point and they were too busy celebrating her orgasm with a long, deep kiss anyway. One that was easy and comfortable. Suddenly, Kate felt Lenore's chest vibrating inside her mouth, groaning softly and she heard a wet noise coming from Lenore's crotch, drops hitting the blanket and the couch. Lenore was touching herself with the same two fingers that had made Kate cum and she had made a mess. They giggled and kissed and giggled. They were ready to love each other. ********* They could have spent the rest of the night on a wet couch but didn't. Lenore could have spent the night out of her bedroom but they did not. It's Kate who moved the suggestion box from the bed so they could get in and eat their second order of sushi on it and watch _Star Wars_. The good ones. Lenore insisted. Kate was asleep before the Battle of Yavin. Lenore could have never imagined seeing Kate Toynbee tired. ********* **Sunday (two days)** On Sunday morning, they woke up together and against each other. They were still naked and their skin was so soft and so warm. They made love a few more indistinguishable times, resuming from where they had left a sweet eternity ago. They did a 69 that wasn't a position, it was their true form. Fused. Their mouths only withdrew from it to exhale orgasms. The hot breath on their sexes was still a caress in its own way. Kate eventually broke the balance to slither back against Lenore and share with her the few drops of squirt she had caught in her mouth. Their ravenous sharing abated down to a deep French kiss. Then a kiss, assured and full of both of their feelings for each other. Then pecks, playful, still not ready to acknowledge how their friendship had turned, despite it being in plain sunlit sight. They did some laundry. Their clothes and the bedsheets. Lenore lent some clothes to Kate because somehow they thought staying naked would be unreasonable. Then they had hours to fill. Kate pushed her to try and make that long overdue book haul video. She pushed her to write a little. But it didn't work. "So your turn then," she asked. "Tell me about the writer experience." "What do you wanna know?" "Everything. What's the gift of creativity like?" "It's a bitch." For once Kate was taken aback by the taste of her own medicine. "O...kayy..." "But here's a secret." Lenore walked to her room and came back from it holding a Jack Skellington keychain. She put the tiny puppet into Kate's hand. "It's called a literary device." "I don't get it." "You put it somewhere visible, like a zipper of your backpack, so the audience when they see it, they know you're mine." "I fuckin' knew it." "What?" "That you were one of these girls in high school." It was their last laugh. But it was good. Soon after, Lenore called almost everyone she knew, to hear their voices. Her parents took the longest. Kate asked her the reason of all that. Asked her why she looked so scared all the time. Talking about witches would damage any bond. Even one as hard to grasp as friend turned lover. And since Kate had never been stupid, she asked about Jill and Becky. From there the light conversations of Sundays caught on the deadweight of their inability to tell the truth. Lies breeding lies, questions breeding questions. Suspicions raised the voices and caused longer silence. In between there were lines such as: "I don't know if I'm bisexual, I just love you." "Not a red flag at all." Unanswered questions such as: "Why didn't you tell me you moved?" It went as far as Lenore talking about them both quitting their jobs and moving back together with her parents and start a new life. The day went grueling. The evening would go dull. Instead it went explosive. Lenore finally admitted she had sex with the two psychos. The last thing said was: "I see..." Dropped by Kate before she stormed out of the apartment. Lenore called her all night of course. Cried all night. Screamed at a cardboard box she couldn't tear apart. And she wondered if Kate had left a note inside. If it was in there, lost forever. ********* **Monday (one day)** "I want to quit." Lenore did not wait for Eliza and her to go in her office, she dropped this in the break area. The manager smile turned to an expression of dumb surprise in the middle of a gulp of soda. "But...why?" "Personal matter." "But but but. I don't understand, we were so close." "What?" "From having something, you and I. You know." "No, I _don't_ know." "We were trying to be a team, we were trying to make you an artist, what am I gonna tell Prudence Fleischer?" "I'll talk to her, if she wants to hear me." "Oh no no no, doesn't work like that, it won't look good, Lana." "Bu--" "Let me tell you what's best for you, Lenor, because _that's my fucking job actually_, you go write what you said you'd write and you don't make me look like a fool, because what would I look like?" "I..." "I'm asking you? What would I look like? You think you can hope to work ever again if you don't look good?" "I'll find something--" "No you won't, it was my point." "So...I can't quit." "Unless you wanna get fired." Lenore turned around to leave. "Lana?" She turned back. "Yes? "Your story, what is it about?" The mouth of Eliza grew all teeth. Figuratively. ********* Lenore opened Word without a care. She rushed the whole thing. Four thousand words in four hours. She had never done this before. It was gross: walls of Subject-Verb-Object Subject-Verb- Object, stock character arcs, superhero-movie-tier ending... Not once she slowed down to overthink. Because, in fact, it was a completely different story. No witches. She had decided to knock together some inoffensive blogpost about how pictures of empty familiar spaces are spooky. She got interrupted once. While typing the word _wicked_. A young intern-- younger than her at least--looking so frail. Unsmiling. Eyes piercing, analyzing, her attention span absolute. First time Lenore saw her. "Is that your Halloween story?" "Yea." "What's it about?" "Satan's deed." "Fuckin' metal." The interruption was interrupted by Melissa of Management. "Ariadne, Michelle asked you for the report ten minutes ago, you quit your slacking. What are you doing here? Why are you talking to her?" And while Melissa was keeping a socially acceptable distance between herself and the two women, Ariadne looked left and right, then walked straight to her and punched her in the gut without a word, before going back to her duties on another floor. The blow had been insanely powerful, the impact felt in the air. Lenore, already unwell in the presence of Melissa, was paralyzed on her chair, fascinated. And this woman, this awful woman, coping with a punch that would make her shit shreds of her own liver tonight, was still smiling. A sneer just for Lenore, that seemed to say, _this is where you are_. It lingered until the woman had gone back into other open spaces. Good thing Lenore was almost finished, her fingers shook way too much for typing on her keyboard. She sent her oeuvre to Legal before going out for lunchbreak. It sucked. She didn't care. She drove to Papa John's and saw Kate was busy reading from the restaurant's suggestion box and filling out forms. They waved at each other, through a window, too far apart to even mouth anything, and Lenore ate somewhere else. At 2pm, a new e-mail was waiting in her inbox. It contained the pending version of _Monthly Green_, Halloween Special, with its ten extra pages: _The Upper Floors_ by Lenore Llamarada. The e-mail said: _Awesome story. 2 thumbs up from every hand in legal dept. Don't forget to save your manuscript on 3 separate devices. It would be a shame if anything happened to it._ She called Kate and left a message on her voicemail, tried to sound as not scared as possible. She didn't bother adding that she loved her after _Bye_. They were not friends anymore. They were something less or more than friends. The opposite of friends appeared behind her: Becky and Jill going, "Yo, Sylvia Plath, congrats, you've done it!" Lenore jumped to her feet, realizing too late it was the body language of a prey. She whispered, "You stay away from me." "What's wrong? Everybody's saying you're finished with the new great American classic. The piece of literature that will bring Deep Green together, into one big cultural shift. Employees will quote your dialogs for generations, until they quote you without even knowing what they're quoting anymore. They'll make up a word for your style: lenoresque. And they'll always use it wrong." The other one went on: "Can't wait to read it. I'm sure I'll enjoy your shit." Lenore backed off, rear against her desk. She feared the two girls would get closer. They didn't. Three more came up. Women she had barely talked to before. Then two more. Then four more. Saying the same things. Keeping an unthreatening distance but growing a threatening number. They were so many, the air was buzzing, was heating up. "What's it about?" the first row was asking. Or, "Can we be friends when you're famous?" The second, third, fourth row and the others gravitating around seemed to be mouthing the same nonsense, mouths full of spit clapping and smiling over a dark hole. " _Everybody fuck off! Leave her alone._ " The whole bunch dispersed. The woman who had shouted this only had time to push away one or two of them. Lenore didn't even look at her, she ran to the stairs, ran up to Management. Eliza. She was done. She wanted out. And if they didn't let her, she would do the necessary to, break things, hit Eliza in the face, whatever fear would inspire her to start. Only, the manager wasn't present. Or at least her office was closed and silent. "She's not here. Come with me." Lenore recognized the voice that had "saved" her a minute earlier. It came from inside the elevator. The woman was beckoning her in. Lenore was only a few steps and a serious hesitation away from her. Did she have a gun or a knife? "I have answers," said Freya of Management, a hand holding the elevator doors open. Lenore took one step forward. Eliza burst out of her office. Her smile was horribly twisting the unaltered rage coming out of the pit of her chest. "Lena, come in!" Lenore walked. "Lena, get in here right f--RIGHT NOW!" The distance closed down faster and more easily between Lenore and the elevator. She passed the metallic threshold, broke her vow to never set foot in one of these evil machines again, turned around: she was standing next to Freya, facing Eliza outside. "I'll tell the discipline committee!" Eliza spat out. "You do that," Freya replied confidently. The doors closed. They were alone. Lenore's stomach was so tingly she didn't feel the elevator start downward. The woman gave her the USB key she forgot at her computer. She spoke: "There's a coven of witches at Deep Green Alliance." She explained everything. It took so long the elevator probably reached hell. It wasn't exposition for Lenore. It was her short story. The original one. The flies, the portal, the lay-offs. Everything she had imagined. Except for a detail. "There's only concrete behind that door, I saw it," Lenore said. "The entire corridor is an error. The flies feed off errors. And weakness. If someone passes that door...hell, we're fucked." "I have the keys." "Are you sure?" No, she was not. "So I hope you figured out you're not one, you are two." Lenore figured it out. "They'll hurt Kate?" "They hurt everything, you're all weak." "What are you?" Lenore asked. "It doesn't matter. You don't talk about us, you talk about them." **THERE ARE TWO COVENS OF WITCHES AT DEEP GREEN** "Are you protecting us?" "You're in the way." " _Are you protecting us?_ " "Keep the keys safe, publish your fucking story, and face the consequences of your actions." Lenore looked at Freya for the first time and met her gaze. And she saw what she already saw inside Portia, inside Ariadne, something she had mistaken for cruelty. There would never be a smile on that mouth. And her eyes would never falter. Freya was fixing her till the end of times. In these eyes was no cruelty, no sadism, no superiority, not even a divine indifference so dear to fucking Lovecraft. Because her mistake had been to look behind the eyes, missing what was behind the whole head, behind the shoulders. There she would see the territory, the nest, the cubs, an Earth they--whatever they were --didn't had to vow to protect, burdened enough of their own nature. No sense of right and wrong rested on their shoulders, none was needed when their arms hit, they left it to human beings. These eyes were the eyes of survival. And Lenore was a threat. The elevator braked so harshly Lenore was hurled to her knees. The doors opened to Management. Eliza was there, on a soda break, four hours younger. Freya was nowhere at all. "Good morning, Lenore, you wanted to see me," she said like nothing happened. Lenore stepped out. Eliza stepped back. It was starting to make sense. Lenore approached her. She tried to reduce the distance between them. She raised her hand toward her and Eliza moved away, asked nonchalantly, "So um...what's up?" "You can't hurt me, is that it? Your threats are empty." Lenore sprung forward swiftly enough that she was able to push her shoulder. Eliza didn't lose her condescending smile. "You received threats? That's serious, Lena, you should tell Twitter." Two smiling women came from deep into the hallways and joined the empty conversation. "Hey you're Lena, the writer girl?" one asked. "Hey did you get my circular about libel?" the other asked. "I'm not afraid," Lenore said. "Of course you are." "I'll go back to work now." "Best decision of your life." Lenore swung her arm at the three women and they jumped back like a bothered swarm. They could have almost laughed. ********* Everything was to be re-done. First her story, which was the easiest because all she did was plugging her USB key in and sending the real story to Legal, a first draft, rough and full of plot holes, entitled _The Witches of the Upper Floors_ by Lenore Llamarada. About flies. _Only about flies_, she thought. Then she went to look at Kate through a restaurant window once more. Back from lunchbreak, a cake on her desk said, _HURRAY FOR HEMINGWAY_, written in chocolate syrup, which smelled like...whatever--Lenore threw it in the trashcan of the breakroom, plate and spoon included, it's not what creeped her out. What did was the e-mail from Legal, the PDF. Because she had broken the rule and now they knew about it. And there were worse fates than being fired. Like losing someone. She opened the e-mail. The body was blank. The rotten butterflies awakened in her belly only when she saw this time _Monthly Green_ featured _Sawn-off Shotgun Romance and Zombies_ by Lana Almareda. She closed down everything and went home. She had a story to finish. ********* She turned off the WiFi and took an old laptop from a drawer. The battery and the fan had seen better days but it worked. She plugged the USB key in and had one thing to decide. To decide right. If they were flies, what could be the opposite side? More than ever, words would count. Lenore had never thought about where inspiration came from, she left that to real authors. Those who do interviews. Without any internet she relied on her knowledge, a big word to say a sum of anecdotes. She knew arachnophobia was prevalent in parts of the world where spiders were actually harmless. People in the rain forest walked around half- naked and barefoot, never checked under their pillow for any eight-legged nightmare that could give you three minutes of agonizing death in one pinprick bite. Spiders. Fear. Pure irrational fear. A fear that was a fear of something else. Nobody was really scared of flies. Grossed out, sure. But she remembered plucking the wings of a black fly as a kid and letting it crawl over her hand before crushing it with a glass. She had laughed in disgust. Would the box say something about spiders? About the real ending she had failed to unearth in her first draft? It was infinite, the two sides were in. Would the box be compliant? No. The suggestions were all small strips of paper. **HOW ABOUT VAMPIRES? EVER READ POLIDORI?** A child drawing of a house, a smiling sun and a woman lying in a doodle of red pencil. **WHAT WILL YOU DO WHEN THE DOOM SOUNDTRACK HITS?** Several straps of $20 and $10 bills. Unmarked. She stopped taking them out around $12,000 and went back to reading. **WHY DO YOU MAKE THIS POSSIBLE? STOP MAKING MONEY AND FIX YOUR GF!!** Nonsense. **YOU KNOW WHAT'S THE SWEDISH WORD FOR 'THE END'?** And then just a few words here and there, or blank pages. **WANNA CRY?** She finished her second draft without any help, saved it, printed out two copies, one for her, the other she put into the box and let it sink down like in old movies quicksand. Movies where spiders were ten feet tall. The biggest sheet she found was a suicide note, or something close. She didn't know Kate's handwriting. It could be anyone. The last throes of despair don't make a particular face. She learned it from Brian. Finally, there was an object in the box which she at first thought was another sextoy. It was a side-handle baton. And she took it with great care, with great interest. Especially since she had found out she was missing the two P29 keys. Time for a ride. ********* She couldn't afford to feel bad. But she sure didn't feel badass as she parked near the Papa John's and waited in her car like a detective, waiting for the moment she would betray someone she loved. People outside came and went, marked the passage of time toward the stillness of night, going less and less as her determination had to grow higher and higher. Lenore came out of the car. She walked in the darkness to Kate's old beaten Honda. She could feel her presence somewhere inside the restaurant, out of her sight. She looked at the stuff on the back seat, so obviously hidden under a blanket. It was for her own good. These words were probably the motto of Hell. She took the baton out of her bag, looked around. No lampposts, no witnesses. The toughened glass broke more easily than she expected. In one hit. The sound of it was tragic. The baton shattered on impact, leaving only the handle in her hand. A sign she was doing right. The item had run its course. She searched the glove compartment, some bags, some suitcases, and found the keys. Lenore began running, asked for forgiveness now that the deed was done. ********* **Tuesday (zero day)** Ten minutes later, she realized the gate of Deep Green's parking lot would not open at this time of night. She would not be able to stake out P29 from inside her car. And it was too cold to do it outside. The solution would be to do what her suspicions had been telling her to do for hours. Or her bad feeling. Or her certainty. So after much looking around for cops and security guards, Lenore sneaked in the premises under the guise of the night. She prayed there was no camera as she'd been told. But no camera meant more certainty. She opened the P29 door and stepped inside. More bad feeling. The neons clicked alight automatically. No more suspicions: At the end of the corridor was a sleeping bag. A laptop. Empty bottles. Empty pizza boxes. A backpack. With a Jack Skellington keychain on the zipper. She was right. It's awful being always right when you're a pessimist, as Kate would have commented. Lenore should have completely collapsed at this thought but she remained expressionless. Right now, she loved her more than anything and it was enough. But it was also too late. She closed the door and went to sit on the sleeping bag. How could she have missed it? How could she keep missing things like this? In the backpack, she found a folder full of suggestion notes. Handwritten madness, the same as hers. One of them was telling Kate there could be a chance she get her job back at Deep Green. And also there was a gun. This stupidly large gun burned into Lenore's memory. It was hers now. She put it in her purse. Now all she had to do was to wait. And if Kate shows up, they would vanish together. Away from all this. Even if she had to convince her at gunpoint. Lenore didn't even smile at that. Didn't even blow air through her nose. The corridor was heated. As long as she would move, the lights would stay on. The sound behind the _Upper Floors_ door was low enough at this hour to be bearable. She waited for Kate. Outside, only the sun came. Cars started to come and go. At 6:30am, her badge let her in. The security guard in the lobby nodded at her no more than casually. She took the stairs and visited the first floor, then the second, then the third. No one at work yet, everything was quiet and empty and abnormal. The buzzing of the lights. The conditioned air keeping still around her as she walked the hallways aimlessly. She wasn't scared--wouldn't be scared, wouldn't be surprised. Some walls glitched as she raised her eyes on them. The textures would apply incorrectly, or be displayed broken down into tiles or blinking errors from other walls. Some were the walls of her apartment. The flower print of her kitchen. Some were from unrelated surfaces, street pavement, a fire engine, contracts she signed, or simply a vivid blue in the corner of her eyes. There was one floor she didn't visit. As she entered it she saw the cleaning ladies were there, working. Lenore turned back, because the social commentary was too on the nose for her, and because despite her name she didn't speak a word of Spanish. She settled for Accounting. The water cooler by the dolphin poster was fluttering in and out of being, depending on the angle she looked at it. No names were being droned out by the impossible wall. Even witches had to sleep sometimes. They found her at her desk. No hello or anything. Lenore waited 9am to plug in her USB key and send the PDF file that was on it in a mass e-mail. Deep Green Alliance drank its first coffee in front of a leaked version of _Monthly Green_, featuring _Witches on Every Floor_ by Lenore Llamarada, a silly but uncensored story about flies and spiders and the people in between. "What do you think you're doing? _What the fuck you think you're doing?_ " Lenore rotated slowly on her chair and almost fell down. Melissa of Management was towering over her, trying to look menacing in her enraged powerlessness. But it's not what made Lenore jump back in fear, it was the face: as unstable as the walls, flickering from a caked-up beige of human beings to the rotting grainy green-gray of a bluebottle. Red eyes by the thousand. Terror blew all over her skin. Adrenaline wanted her to act, before panic would take over. But Lenore stayed put. "Fuck you, Melissa," she said. "Oh now you speak out? Bravo! But you think anyone will read your shit? Who do you think you are? You fucking dollar-store Edward Snowden. You only won the right to get fired. No one fucking cares!" Another alternating monstrosity showed up, with its own string of insults. The whole floor could be like them. Lenore had no idea how many humans were left. Despite their impotent hunger to kill Lenore on the spot, they were still always on the edge of laughter. Lenore was thinking about Kate. She was dreaming Kate. She was breathing Kate. Nothing else was left to prevent her from cowering in fear. But it was enough. Rumbling amplified around them, sounding part workday, part disturbance. A man passed them, human-looking, said, "Hey there." He was gone. "See?" Melissa said. "No one cares." Someone screamed. Desk furniture scraped the floor, as if bodies had been startled. " _What's wrong with your mouth?_ " they heard, a female human voice filled with genuine fright. "I e-mailed the Board too," Lenore said. They shrugged. "How fucking naïve can you be?" They clenched their fists. Or the claws of their forelegs. Her landline rang. It was Eliza. _*My office. Now.*_ She got up, drove away the two flies just by doing so. As she passed between them they spat out, "Enjoy unemployment!" but Lenore didn't look back. She waited to be alone in the stairwell to break down. She had experienced pure horror before but this particular strain of it had its own crippling bite. One that wouldn't leave her stronger or sicker but different. Incompatible with even the most depressed paths of everyday life. Paranormal was forever. All the prescribed drugs in the world wouldn't take her back or numb her out of it. Trembling from arms hair down to bone marrow, she knocked on Eliza's door. There was no response. Only a group of flies down the corridor, observing her, chortling through the muck in their fly mouths, wings contorting under their jackets like a hunch. Lenore looked through the windows and saw the office was empty. Her phone rang. **ELIZA** _*Lena, it's me, there was a Kate Toynbee asking for you in the lobby, I let her in, did I do right?*_ Lenore spun around, looked at the indicator of the elevator. _Lobby_. Moving up. She ran. Now was the time for Lenore to take heed of the mechanics of the building. To make the rules her own. It was her real job. Bursting out of the stairwell into Accounting, she saw Kate and Eliza already at her desk, a fake warm smile, a hand on a shoulder, a face covered in bruises because that's what happens when you can't even sleep in your car because some two-timing bitch smashed a window. The dolphin on the poster was now a cat, drowning. **HANG IN THERE, BABY!** Lenore kept moving, for the first time unselfconscious running around and shouting in a public space. She looked for faces, not human, not humane, and finally spotted Freya, saw her head, her _real_ head, just as she had imagined the head of a witch-spider would be, the fangs, the palps, the hairs, and locked with her gaze, her real eyes, the six of them. Her expression, flashing over the plain arachnoid, was ready to say _You had to do it, you fucking_, which collapsed when Lenore walked into the elevator and called: " _Freya, I need your help! Please!_ " " _No! GET OUT OF THERE!_ " The spider bolted, as fast as she could she ran to the elevator. " _Lena, get out of here now!_ " Lenore had her finger ready on the _Close Doors_ button, all she had to do was to wait for Freya to cross the distance and take her back in time. Out there at her desk, Kate had found the two keys in her purse. Horribly heavy legs punched Lenore away from the panel, hurled her to the back of the elevator: Becky and Jill rushed inside, closed the doors: they had beaten Freya. They would take Lenore for their own little trip. Going down. She could have started to fight the two creatures, beat their soft disgusting heads, kick until their guts burst out, yellowy guts that looked like eggs, but it was no use. She kept
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her distance, held on to the handrail, and watched them...take their clothes off, with only her own screams to keep them away, keep the oozing of the absurd away. The doors opened again. Lenore saw Accounting, dashed out, tripped and fell on her knees, in front of Kate. The damaged, betrayed face and eyes were right on her, grasping at some last glimpses of love. But then they saw what was _behind_ Lenore. The smolder was crushed into a finality in pain. **MARCO** Lenore looked behind her. There was no elevator. It was the bathroom. With Becky and Jill in an open stall, half-naked, hair wet, smelling of pussy and ravished of it, kissing, fondling like characters in heat. "Come back, Lena! I haven't cum yet!" Kate clenched her teeth. "You..." _Kate, it's not what you think_ _So what is it then? It's magic?_ "You fuckin'..." Kate jumped at her, went for her pockets, " _Gimme those fucking keys! Give me the keys!_ " she yelled, clawing and pounding with her fists and maybe not really wanting to do it, so after only so many seconds Kate was not fighting in anymore, she was struggling out, away from those hands which would never hurt her, which were trying to hold her. She wouldn't listen, only rage was moving Kate, she gave a push, insanely hard, and just ran to the desk and ripped the purse open to take the keys for the second (really the first) time. Everybody let her, flies and Freya, the former glad, the latter powerless. They were witches of every floor but of no power, waiting for the pieces to fall into place, or the dominos to tumble. Kate took the gun from the purse. The flies, watching from every cubicle, every window, every hallway corner, gasped in excitement. "You stay away from me," Kate yelled at Freya who was walking up to her. She was crying. Too much to fathom what she was doing. Witches and humans stood in place. Kate ran away. Lenore ran after her, it was the only thing she could do, she was the only one who could do it. **VAN GOGH'S LAST PAINTING** All the way down to the parking lot she chased her. And to P29. She found it open. Kate was at the end of the corridor, grabbing her stuff, the most valuable of it, which is probably everything when you've lost everything. Lenore approached. "Kate, listen to me." " _Stay away!_ " The gun was raised between them. Kate broke a little further down from doing it, menacing so the woman she had loved. She couldn't stand it. This everything. Already people were gathering outside. The flies giggled. The spiders waited. Kate stood there, stuck, the dreaded door **POLO** to her right, a sleeping bag at her feet, a laptop, empty bottles, empty pizza boxes. The backpack. The gun in her hands. Her hands shaking with every sob. Lenore watched for their slightest movements, she watched for the impulse that would point the gun from herself to Kate's head. Too quickly perhaps, she wailed out, "Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you ask me to help you, Kate, for fuck's sake?" " _Shut up!_ " "Please... Please don't do this to me."... "Kate. Please. Not again." Kate turned the muzzle and pressed it against her forehead and screamed, eyes straight on Lenore. A proud and demented scream that screamed she had this power. At least she still had this left. Selfish and two-edged, but still. And this was it. All her life Lenore had searched for the right word, she considered it her fate, her purpose, and now this was it, she had to find it. Only there was no such thing. Even as an amateur writer she had perceived it. There was no such phrase so strong. No inspirational quote to put on a dolphin poster. The perfect meaning to convince someone to keep on living was not a bunch of words, it was a lifelong dialog and Lenore was too late. _Don't do it_ was too late. _There's a coven of witches at Deep Green_ was too late. _I love you_ was not enough. The scream out of her lungs, Kate wept, pressed the gun harder with her sweaty hands, took deep breaths of air. "I'm tired, Lena... I'm _tired_..." Freya who was behind them in the doorway, watching, simply said, "Let her do it. Problem solved." Whether it was the wisdom of a spider or the failure of Lenore that made Kate lower the gun, they would never know. She threw it like a stone and pulled the _Upper Floors_ door to run away from all this. The door violently flew open only to be instantly sucked back in, splintered and ripped off its hinges by a shockwave of hellish winds of incommensurable force swirling into the hole supposed to be raw concrete. And Kate went with it, snatched from the ground by the gusts, blown through the ruptured doorway by the explosive decompression. It was so loud Lenore didn't even hear her own scream, didn't hear the sole of her shoes screeching, slipping on the ground, pulled by the sudden aspiration which decreased and stopped just as suddenly. She did hear the shriek of the flies, calling for each other in one voice. Calling for more. But Lenore was looking at what was beyond the threshold. The shattered door and Kate, who would never understand what happened to her, frozen in the moment she had been caught in, were floating in a void of complete vivid blue. Her body was too far from the doorway for Lenore to catch it. Probably a bad idea to try anyway. Cold water full of unseen sharks. And the flies were about to burst into the corridor. Complete flies as big as us, no clothes, no job titles, no talking anymore, no laughing or smiling, just acid for spit. They crushed Freya, jammed themselves into the frame of the service door, pushing, popping inside, unconcerned of each other, they only wanted the door behind Lenore. If they reached it, something worse would happen. System crash. The end of the world. How original. Lenore picked the gun and without hesitation, without much hope, fired for the first time of her life. The bangs destroyed her eardrums, the muzzle flash blinded her, but she emptied the entire magazine on the crawling horror. After that it was only her fists. She spread her limbs, thinking it would hold them back at least for a time. She got overwhelmed, thrown to the concrete ground, but suddenly the flies started to shriek differently. Lenore felt the pressure over her change. In the whirlwind of beady eyes and legs and abdomens and greasy thick hairs, and the grin of Eliza and the voice of Melissa and the hateful claws of Jill or Becky, she glimpsed the fangs of spiders, as long as her forearms. The brawl shifted from her to all around her. **MORE WEIGHT** She could only see, yet she still was hurt. She saw Ariadne eating Melissa's face. Corpses collapsed on her and broke her right ankle. She saw a leg as thick as a tree trunk punch Becky's head through a cinderblock. The tides and ripples of the battle twisted her body in several opposite and painful directions at the same time. It wasn't a fair fight. Flies got torn apart, goo splattered the walls. They outnumbered spiders. A handful of spiders for a tidal wave of flies. But a wave with no strategy, they only wanted one step farther. Lenore was crushed underneath. From everywhere violence struck her, cut her clothes and her skin, a blow hit her stomach so hard she felt a snap inside, venom spread on her skin, a sharp leg chopped one of her fingers off and maimed another. Yet still she resisted, pushed back, punched and kicked and struggled out of the mass, and above all she screamed, howled all she got in her lungs, which was mostly madness now. The spiders killed as many times as necessary. The flies fought back only when necessary, although it was useless. Their heads rolled, their guts spilled out under the rapid attacks, the blows, the sheer brute force of eight-legged killing machines shaped by 400 million years of evolution and war. Their number decreased, their carcasses piled up. Lenore crawled back on her hands and buttocks, kicking with her left leg. She turned her torso and neck to spit broken teeth out of her mouth and in this position she could see Kate. Coming from her left, she caught a limping fly by the wings, one that got away. A roaring spider shoved her aside and impaled her catch. The battle had reached the doorway. But it was under dirty, messy control. Ending. Everywhere cadavers of flies were suffering their dying throes. Only one spider was curled up in a pool of its own thick black blood. One of her legs was lying and writhing on its own over a heap of dead flies a few feet away. Freya killed the last one, out of breath, raving with bloodlust. She rose to her feet (and her legs) and walked toward Lenore, the mottling of her abdomen going back to skin, her fangs shrinking back to a usable mouth, at least partially. Her eyes of millenary survival never left Lenore. Lenore was still screaming--over broken vocal cords, making it hissy grunts. **SO, WHAT DID WE LEARN?** "You put us in so much trouble," Freya said, looking as if she might somehow enjoy the trouble a little. She hit Lenore in the ribs; the fractures cut off her breath, shut her up. She grabbed her by the neck. "But since you're here," she went on, "you could make yourself useful." Freya--the still arachnoid side of her body--spawned a layer of silk over the wall and ceiling opposite the spoiled doorway. Then she easily lifted Lenore and hung her onto it. Lenore didn't even try to wiggle herself out. Her whole body hurt too much. Her last shreds of clothes were soaked in her own blood. And her mind ached. Her only reaction, her only startle was when Freya lightly stung her in the jugular and she felt a cold poison dissolve down her veins. "Don't be scared, I just gave you time. You should be dead right now, Lena. Consider this a bonus. So, here's what you're gonna do. It will take a long time for us to close this door. Years... So in the meantime you stay on the watch. You look out for scary monsters." She pointed at the blue void, inside and beyond the frame, around Kate. "When you see one floating out there, when it spots the doorway and rushes for it--and believe me it will--just scream. You don't have to worry because time runs differently in there and it will take it weeks to cross the distance. But warn us, please. Unless you want to see your girlfriend being eaten alive, then you, then...our whole fucking world as we know it." During her monologue, the other spiders had crammed all the dead bodies inside the corridor. One of them sucked a dead fly dry before taking back woman form, sweating, exhausted, her naked body covered in dirt and open wounds. "We have to go, Freya," she panted. "I know. Just one more thing." She turned back to Lenore. Sighed deeply. Shook her head. Looked at her with eyes a spider would have trying to understand humans. She said flatly, " _Time, time, every where. Nor any second to live._ See? I too can "borrow" from others and call myself an artist." Glimmers pearled out of Lenore's tear ducts. It's the only thing she could do anymore. Even her breathing had waned to simply letting the breeze enter her nostrils. "I'm not judging you, I'm incapable of it. I'm just giving you some things to think about. It never served you well but... heh." Freya shrugged. She left with the others, closed the service door, lock and padlock. The only neon tube that hadn't been crushed turned off. Only remained for Lenore what was before her: darkness framing an immense blazing abyss, deeper than a universe, no up and down, no point to rest her eyes on. A blue hell contained behind a threshold, waiting to step in and shake hands with reality. And shining on her. Obscuring a little bit of it was the silhouette of Kate, a few feet away from her. Lenore would have to stare at this until her eventual mercy kill. Stare at her. And choose. Choose because as days went by, and months, and years, Lenore started to notice the effects her own imperceptible respiration was having on the image of her love out there. With every breath in, every breath out, as morbidly slow as they were, every movement her body did just by existing, any slight shift in perspective within her unblinking eyesight, the blue was gnawing at Kate. Kate was not floating, the blue was jumbling her into its unreadable snow. Blending, bleeding over her like passes of immaterial error. Inhaling, a line would detach, repeat itself, mask itself, or a chunk of shaded pixels, in turn erased in blue by a new necessary exhale. Soon Kate would have disappeared. In a thousand years perhaps. Or sooner if Lenore had to scream. Such an ample movement would disrupt the line of her hair, flatten her facial features, distort the edges of her clothes, corrupt the logic, compress and compress and compress and compress and So Lenore had to choose. Decide the kind of regret she would prefer. She had a lot of time to think, marked by the regular rituals of the spiders who were trying to close the gate and save everything that wasn't Lenore and Kate. In the end, she did. Long before she died but it didn't matter anymore then, she had become a new woman, sadder and wiser. She thought her goodbyes into the bottomless in front of her, where monsters could hear and ghosts would listen. "Cap'n, if we don't get the new parts, Serenity won't make it off the ground." "Kaylee, we're in a bad way right now. The crew ain't even been paid, as you well know, and we damn sure can't afford any new parts, nor can we spend any more time on this backwater little moon when we got a job to get done. So you make do with what you got." At her exasperated expression, Mal softened. "You can do it, I know how this boat speaks to you. She'll help you figure it out." Kaylee sighed. "Alright, cap'n." Mal turned on his heel and strode out of the room, and Kaylee started back in on the engine. For all its excitement, sometimes being a mechanic for a band of outlaws was gorram tiring. Sighing, she brushed a lock of hair from her face, smearing grease across her forehead. She drifted into a reverie as she worked, fantasizing about Simon, that handsome – but stuffy – doctor. She ain't had nothin twixt her nethers t'weren't run on batteries in...hell, a year maybe. But Simon...what Kaylee wouldn't do to bed him. Every time she thought she was gettin' close, though, he'd go all core-planet-doctor on her, locked up tighter'n an airlock in the black. If only... Kaylee started at a sound behind her. She turned to see Simon standing in the doorway to the engine room, watching her. "Sorry," he stuttered, "I didn't mean to stare...it's just so fascinating, watching you work. You really do have a way with machines." Kaylee smiled. "Thanks." "And you really do look lovely...even in your coveralls, with your arm buried in an engine." With an embarrassed laugh, Kaylee pulled her arm out of the engine, opting instead to fiddle with a screwdriver between her two hands. Waiting expectantly, she looked over the doctor. He was in a high-collared white shirt, with a dark green vest and black pants. As always, she was amazed at how he stayed so clean-cut even in a life such as theirs. He was just always so...pretty. His dark hair was swept back, accenting his expressive brows and intelligent eyes. His mouth tightened into a small, nervous smile as Kaylee waited for him to speak. Taking a step closer, Simon let out a small sigh. "To hell with it." Wrapping an arm around Kaylee's waist, he pulled her closer and pressed a kiss to her lips. Kaylee, swooning a little, dropped the screwdriver that was in her hand and put her arms around his neck. With his free hand, Simon quickly unbuttoned and shed his vest and shirt, and unzipped Kaylee's mechanic's jumpsuit. As Simon went to remove his pants, Kaylee pulled his undershirt off over his head, kissing his shoulders and chest, his body already glistening with sweat from the heat of the engine room. His muscled physique shone in the dim lights – how did a classy doctor-type ever get so big? – and his eyes were bright with lust as he peeled off Kaylee's pink tee-shirt. Stripping off the last of their undergarments, Simon laid Kaylee on her back beside the engine. He pushed himself inside her, and a gasp escaped Kaylee's lips. Finally, a real man. Finally, Mr. Handsome Doctor let himself go. He grunted as he thrust into her. Her body filled with ecstasy as he took her, and... "Kaylee, is my ship ready yet?" Kaylee jumped, and looked over at Mal, who'd just come back. Dammit...it was just gettin' good, too... "Yes, cap'n." "Good. Now I just gotta find that gorram pilot of mine..." "I think Wash is in the infirmary with Zoe." Mal nodded, and stepped out again. Poking his head in the infirmary, Mal saw Zoe sitting on the exam table, the doc patching up a cut on her leg – an unfortunate side effect of things not going smooth. Wash was beside her, and the two were smiling and chatting, with the doc being all serious and stoic-like, as always. "Zoe, how ya doin?" "Fine, sir. But please, next time you plan on taking a job with a group of sexist bastards...tell me first? Or maybe take Jayne...they're just dumb enough to like him." Mal smiled, tight-lipped. "Noted. Wash, we ready to get off this rock?" "Yep." "Good. Get to the bridge." Wash kissed Zoe briefly, and headed out, Mal following behind. Simon finished the last few stitches in Zoe's leg, and declared her good as new. "Just...try not to be on it too much. I know that's a lot to ask...but a little less adventure would do it good." Simon smiled, his bedside manner being the closest thing to a soft side he ever showed. "Thanks doc." Zoe got up and tested her weight on her leg. Satisfied, she walked out of the infirmary, leaving Simon alone to clean up. Alone with his equipment, his thoughts drifted to Kaylee: her bright smile, beautiful face, and cheerful nature had drawn him to her from the moment she'd invited him onboard. If only he weren't so awkward...if only he knew how to talk to her...if only... Sitting on the couch outside the guest dorms, Simon and Kaylee were enjoying a rare moment alone. He regaled her with stories of life on the core, and she told him about the planet she grew up on. "You know," Simon started, clearing his throat, "I think I've had more fun with you than any girl I've known." "Yeah? You mean that?" Kaylee's face brightened, waiting for him to say more. She got so excited when he complimented her, but he always blew it. Always said something to drive her off. Not this time. Simon took Kaylee's hand in his. "Yeah, I do. I'd not trade our time together for anything, no matter how many times we've all almost gotten killed." She laughed, a sound that made Simon's heart skip a beat. Kaylee's sweet titter always made Simon melt, made him want to hold her, and kiss her, do whatever he could to keep her smiling, keep her the cheerful Kaylee he silently adored. "Yeah, I guess the cap'n has gotten us into a goodly number of scrapes. But Serenity's a good ship, and she'll get us through anything." "Serenity wouldn't be able to take us anywhere without you." Simon smiled a little, building up enough courage to stroke her cheek. Kaylee blushed furiously. Slowly, nervously, he leaned in, and pressed a kiss to Kaylee's lips. Blushing a little himself, Simon looked into Kaylee's wide and angelic brown and started again. "I guess what I'm trying to say...what I've been trying to say for so long now...Kaylee, I love you." Her eyes lighting up, Kaylee smiled, wider than he'd ever seen. "Oh Simon," she exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck and kissing him. Simon's hand went to the back of her head, his fingers in the mess of her hair, the engine grease from her clothes getting onto his immaculate suit, but he could care less. They lay down on the couch, Kaylee on top of him, kissing him eagerly. She unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his chest as he... "Simon loves Kaylee, Simon loves Kaylee..." Simon looked up to see River poking her head in the infirmary, chanting and grinning. "River!" Simon exclaimed, embarrassed. "What are you doing here?" "You love Kaylee..." "I do not! Where did you...get out of here...!" Giggling gleefully, River skipped away, chanting "Simon loves Kaylee," in a little singsong voice as she went. She pranced upstairs, to the mess hall – "Simon loves Kaylee..." – and passed Jayne, who glared at her as she skipped and sang. She pranced down the hall to the engine room – "Simon loves Kaylee..." – and stopped, looking in to see Kaylee looking back at her, a funny look on her face. River laughed, her whole heart in it, and looked at Kaylee. "Guess Kaylee loves Simon too." With a giggle, she skipped away, her chant changed to "Kaylee loves Simon..." Simon, who'd been chasing along behind river, the classic embarrassed brother, passed Kaylee and stopped. "So you love me, eh?" Kaylee asked with a good-humored grin. "I, uhm...heh," Simon stuttered, "well...umm...well you know how River is...always talking nonsense." "So you're saying it'd be nonsense for you to love me? "I – no! That's not what I meant, it's just that..." Dammit! Again I blow it. "No, no. I understand. Big classy doctor like you, lovin' a girl like me. Sounds like nonsense don't it?" "No, Kaylee. No, it doesn't." More than anything, he wanted to take her in his arms at that moment, to wrap her up in his embrace and kiss her, prove to her just how reasonable it was for him to be in love with her. Kaylee shook her head and turned away. Simon's head hung, and he murmured, "I do love you, Kaylee," before turning to leave. Kaylee turned back. "What?" But it was too late, Simon was gone. River snuck back up to the engine room door. She peeked in and looked at Kaylee. "You're such a boob." Continued from My Wife's Second Adventure. The scene that greets me is one I'll never forget. You are sitting between the two guys, all three of you naked and slightly sweaty, limbs on top of limbs. One of the guys has his cock resting against your leg and you put your hand on it as I look, immediately showing that you're your own woman now. The heating is on full blast and the room is very warm. Tracey is sat on the arm chair, still fully dressed and looking immaculate apart from the wine stain on her skirt and blouse. The stain gives her a definite slutty edge, which I love and my cock immediately betrays by flexing beneath my dress! "Well hello sweetie, I was a bit worried that all this might be a bit too much for you, but it seems you've made a special effort" you say "I see you like Tracey's outfit too! "You make eyes at my rapidly expanding dress tent and everyone has a little laugh. I roll my eyes, "Guilty!" This is such a strange situation. "Well, you're here so this is lovely that you've come. Come quite a bit looking at what you've done to my dress!" much sniggering. "This is Adam." You look at the guy on her left while gently squeezing his rather large thick cock "and this is Ryan." You turn to the guy on her right and give him a very deep and wet kiss. Holy shit. "H-Hi" I stutter weakly and I take a seat on the other sofa. "I've been telling the guys and Tracey all about you. About how understanding and lovely you are about my sexual appetites and about how you like to dress up in my clothes and wank yourself off when I'm out." I gulp. "Now since we're all having such fun tonight I thought you might like to watch us all getting each other off? No touching for you mind, eyes only!" "There is a bonus though, David." Tracey speaks up. "oh? Tell me more" "Well, I'm having a clear out of my wardrobe." My eyes widen. "So David, anything on those two rails in the dining room is yours to wear tonight if you want to." She smiles her naughtiest smile and starts to unbutton her wine stained silver satin blouse. "Or maybe you would like to start with this outfit? "she purrs, taking off the blouse. I nod vigorously and she throws the blouse over to me and unhooks her bra, her gorgeous tanned breasts swinging free. I start to strip out of your suit and look at you with wonder in my eyes. "You enjoy yourself my love, we're all adults here just having fun." You blow me a kiss and bend towards Adam, taking his stiffening cock in your mouth. "Catch!" Tracey throws me her gorgeous black midi skirt and I see she is not wearing any panties! "I think I'll call you Davina from now on." She says, and walks to the sofa, kneeling in front of Ryan. She takes his already hard cock into her open mouth and starts slowly working his shaft up and down, reaching across to massage your bum at the same time! I'm truly in disbelief at the hardcore movie scenes unfolding in front of me. I step into Tracey's skirt, still warm from her body and I slide it up my legs. Ohhh, fuck it feels so good and fits me perfectly! I finish buttoning her blouse and I take a seat opposite the sofa to watch the show. The two ladies are greedily sucking cock side by side with lots of gorgeous wet slurping and sucking noises and the odd grunt and sigh of pleasure. Tracey's hand is massaging your bum and she cheekily slides her hand between your cheeks. I hold my breath. I know you don't like anything in your bum, so I'm hoping Tracey doesn't persist and risk the mood. To my utter astonishment (and envy) you grab her hand and press it into the crack of your bum! She pulls her hand away and slips two fingers into your sopping vagina, pulling them out and sliding them slowly up your bum! You moan softly as her fingers slide in and she starts working them back and forth. I feel a little humiliated, why won't you let me do that? She pulls away from Ryan's cock and turns to you, sliding two fingers from her other hand into your pussy. "Mmfff!" You stop fellating Adam and cry out, "Oh fucking hell Tracey!" Your eyes roll back in your head and your mouth is open as you turn to give her better access. Jesus. You always said touching another woman was a massive turn off for you! It doesn't look that way now. Adam looks across at me and smirks, he stands up between you and Tracey and slides his cock into your open mouth. You gag at first but them grab his hips and pull him onto you, holy FUCK you have never ever deep throated me. But here you are with Adam's cock buried to the hilt in your face like a pro. Ryan is slowly wanking himself off as he watches the show, Tracey having abandoned him in favour of you. Your body starts to shake and the familiar colour rises to your chest and throat, your face blushes. You sit down hard onto Traceys fingers, forcing them all the way into you front and back as you cry out, pulling Adam's cock out of your mouth. "TRACEYYYYYYY! FUCKK MEE!! FUKKKK!!" You convulse and buck in your ecstacy! Suddenly, SQUIRT! SQUIRT! SQUIRT!! Three torrents squirt out of your convulsing vagina all over Tracey's hand and the carpet as your orgasm rocks you with a second wave. Tracey's face is a picture of shock and pleasure, obviously happy that she's brought you off so intensely but amazed at the big wet patch on her lounge floor! You collapse onto your back, smiling. Meanwhile, the guys who were enjoying getting their cocks sucked before Tracy started on you, turn their attentions to our beautiful hostess. Adam guides her down onto all fours as she reaches for his cock. Smiling up at him, she slides his hardness between her ruby lips. At the same time, Ryan enters her from behind and starts to fuck her with a slow rhythm. I leave my seat and kneel down next to you. I stroke your face and you turn to me smiling. You reach out and gently slide your hand over the front of Tracey skirt, brushing my erection. "Mmm, I've already made one person cum in this skirt today, maybe it's time for number two." You purr as my hardness twitches against the expensive fabric. "W-what?" I ask. "Hee hee! I made Tracey cum in the toilets in Bar Luga, my love." I just stare open mouthed. "I watched her pee and then brought her off right there in the cubicle." You say. "I did say things were going to change, sweetie." You say with a wry smile. "Oh god that is so sexy!" I gasp, as you start to massage my iron hard cock through the fabric of the skirt. You tell me more as you rub. "I didn't really like the taste of her pee at first, but after she came her flavour changed and I started to like it." Holy fuck. I didn't realise you'd brought her off with your MOUTH! This is too much, and I can't stop myself. I cum all over the inside of Tracey's skirt as you grin, knowing how shocked I am at your revelation. I was totally lost in myself but as I come down from my ecstasy, I'm aware of Tracey standing up and the guys pulling on clothes. It seems we're all cummed out and the party is over. You and Tracey show the guys out and head upstairs to bed. I head into the dining room to see what delights await on Tracey's clear out rail...
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We slept on the sun-porch that stretched across the back of his elderly aunt’s old farmhouse. Our single beds were arranged in an L-shape, with heads meeting. From this position we were treated to a large picture window overlooking the pastures and the dilapidated barn. The window was dressed in old lace curtains that had yellowed through the years. An old rooster crowed his morning alarm as he did without fail each time the sun reached five A.M. The sun was dancing through the old oak tree and across the room. Patterns created by the shadows of curtain lace skipped across my face and roused me further. From beneath the well-worn patchwork quilt, I heard him chuckle. "Good morning sleepyhead! I was beginning to think you'd sleep the best part of the day away." With that said, he threw his legs over the side of his bed and bounded into mine. After snuggling up beside me and encasing me in his arms, he brushed the hair from my face. He kissed my lips, teasingly parting them with the tip of his tongue. His tongue caressed mine with a flickering light touch. When my body began to respond in appreciative reciprocation, he rose up on one elbow and grinned. "I've been watching you sleep. You have the most beautiful sensuous lips. Looking at them made me alive with memories of what they feel like wrapped around me." With grace and a touch of drama, he got out of bed and positioned himself standing behind my pillow. His penis was bobbing enthusiastically above my face. All that separated us was a few inches that could easily be eradicated by a slight forward motion on his part or an upward rise on mine Moistening my lips with my tongue I chose the latter. Taking the head of his penis into my mouth, I began a slow wet circular motion with my tongue. A sigh escaped him as the pleasurable sensation reached his brain. This encouraged me to work my way down the shaft with a feathering flicker motion. He lost his balance momentarily and had to brace his knees against the bed for support. He loved it when I sucked the head and underside just like it was a melting ice cream cone. And just like a selfish child, I took great effort not to waste a drop. Having practiced this technique, I knew by his moans that he was expressing his absolute approval. He rewarded me by caressing my nipples, stretching them and pinching them to a flushed pink color. He brushed his fingertips lightly up and down my torso, the insides of my legs, and ran his fingers through my pubic hair. Ever so gently, he stroked the outer edges of my vaginal lips. This caused my clitoris to blossom to attention, eager for any additional that might come that way. I had reached the point of hot arousal. My nostrils flared as the smell of his sex permeated the air. He lowered his body so that his face was between my legs. First contact of his tongue on the soft folds of my vagina felt like an electric shock. My body leapt to interlock with the delights of his mouth and tongue. His beard titillated my clitoris as his tongue explored the inner walls of my vagina. Continuing to suck and glide his shaft, the muscles of my throat relaxed and I was able to take all of him. His balls rubbed against my lips. They were fleshy, heavy, and with a coating of light blonde hair. Lifting them and cupping them in one hand, I felt him throb. Spreading my lips with his thumb and forefinger, he exposed my clitoris. He blew a wave of hot breath over me and through me, before resuming his lavish tongue massage on my womanhood. I felt my orgasm rising. We began a rocking sucking motion in unison. Soon my orgasm washed through my body and into his, while his orgasm pulsed though mine. Instinctively I swallowed. Our bodies seemed to have no beginning and no end. He raised his head and looked at me with a smile. We cuddled beside each other to enjoy the warm afterglow. Once again we delighted in the shadows created by the lace curtains skipping across the floor. As if satisfied that he had aroused our slumber the rooster quieted down. Before drifting off into light slumber, he whispered into my ear. "That was delightful. How I love those lips!" Aliceville is in a rural corner of Alabama. It is definitely not a Norman Rockwell setting. Like most small towns in the South, the courthouse, municipal buildings, at least two diners, and a large Baptist Church were all built in a square around a small park. Once one leaves Main Street, all the roads lead to lanes of dusty red clay. Unfortunately, I had packed like a city girl. My white shorts, sandals and pink painted toenails were all coated in a dusting of that red clay after walking the first block to Betty’s Diner. Andrew opened the door for me with an amused twinkle in his eyes and the beginnings of a smirk on his lips. “You look like an orchid in a pig sty!” I felt my Irish temper start to flare. But, the smell of the freshly brewed coffee and bacon frying on the griddle improved my demeanor. There were about ten other early risers there already. Andrew nodded his head in greeting as we passed each table. Most were farmers who had been at work for hours. I was the only woman there that morning with the exception of Betty. We took the table in front of the picture window where the entire square was visible. Betty filled our coffee cups as she handed us each a menu. “Mornin’, Betty, what’s good today” “Short stack with country ham, chili omelet with grits, or biscuits and red- eye gravy, sweetie!” She flashed us both a big welcoming smile. She ran her tongue suggestively across her upper lip. It is a certainty that she winked at him! It was obvious that they had a history from one of his previous visits. After we ordered, Andrew cocked his head toward the window and told me to take a good look at the courthouse. “See anything unusual?” “Should I?” “Legend has it the courthouse is haunted.” He leaned forward with his elbows on the table and motioned me to do the same. “The story as it was told to me, “ he began, “was that a black man was accused of murdering a white man in the early 1930’s. After being arrested for the supposed crime, he was housed in the jail in the basement of the building.” He took a sip of his coffee and allowed me to process that much of the tale. He loved telling stories! He would sound like Hal Holbrook as Mark Twain. He would annunciate his words and defy a listener to do anything less than wait eagerly for the story to develop. “But, before his official trial date,” he continued, ‘several law abiding white citizens’ found him guilty without benefit of a trial. They freed him from his cell and then relieved him of his life by hanging him from a tree that stood in the middle of the park outside his cell. They say his image is visible when one looks up at the small round stained glass window near the steeple.” He sat back in the booth and watched my face as I studied the courthouse once again. “He’s still looking for his justice! Tonight you can see it for yourself. Welcome to Alabama!” Suddenly, I just wasn’t hungry anymore. Aunt Elsie was still vibrant and very alert for a woman of eighty-six years. The three of us got “gussied up” as she liked to say and went to dinner. She ran into some problems while trying to get her dress over her head. Andrew called to me and asked me to help her dress. While Aunt Elsie and I primped, he went for a walk. We were ready and waiting for him when he returned a short time later. I’m not sure why but Aunt Elsie retired shortly after we returned to the farm. Maybe she was verily tired from the excitement of the evening. But, my personal belief was that she was aware of the intensity Andrew and I shared and was granting us time alone. Andrew came onto the porch where I sat listening to the crickets and frogs. He was carrying a backpack and a light jacket for each of us. “Let’s go for a walk.” We walked in silence, holding hands, and headed toward Main Street. There was not a business open or another soul to be seen on the street. No cars, no people, no lights, not a sign of life! I knew we were headed for the courthouse. Ghosts! We were going to see the ghost! I was spooked. That was just what he wanted. We stood there looking up at the stain-glassed window. He was impatient for me to see the image. I did! My brain had trouble accepting what it what it was seeing. But, I did see him! He looked so forlorn. Andrew gave me a nudge to move with him and we began to make our way to the other side of the square. “I have something else to show you.” We walked off of Main Street and down a long dark country road. “Did you choreograph this? Are you trying to scare me?” He smiled devilishly and kept a forward motion. The road began to wind and climb. There was still no evidence of anyone else awake in this town but the two of us. We came to a rusted iron gate that was beside a rustic old church. The sign above the gate said Calvary Baptist Cemetery. He ushered me through the gate, his arm was around my waist. “Come on!” He was challenging me. I actually love cemeteries in the daylight. I collect epitaphs. To learn about a town’s history, just walk around an old county cemetery. “Might as well be brave,” I thought. He really wasn’t giving me a choice anyway. Besides, I was curious as to why he had brought me here. First we explored what used to be an old church sanctuary. It was in disrepair, many of the pews missing, and the podium turned on its side. Andrew’s focus however was on the stained-glass windows. From his backpack he removed a small penlight and shined its beam over the colored glass. He moved closer and concentrated the light on the right hand corner. “Dedicated to the Calvary Baptist Church, By the Benevolent Brotherhood, Aliceville, Alabama, 1937!” He read the words with passion. I could hear the indignation rise in his voice. Andrew was a Berkley educated criminal defense attorney. Occasionally, when he returned home to visit the hills of Alabama where he was born, the roots and history that preceded him tormented his soul. It was the true love/hate albatross. “Let it go, Andrew.” Quietly, I took his hand and guided him out of the church door and to the pathway that led to the moon lit graves. He pulled me close to him, his arm around my waist, and we gingerly strolled hip to hip. He pointed over to area right at the edge of the hill. The view was spectacular! There were so few artificial lights to compete with the spectacle of stars. The smell of honeysuckle accentuated the air. “Look,” he knelt in front of a headstone, “Colonel Ronald Barton Calhoun, Favorite Son, Army of Alabama”. His fingertips traced the carving. He laughed with amusement of his own thoughts! “He won’t mind!” He stood up and reached behind the marker, in his hands was a blanket and a basket. He spread the blanket over the coping and set the basket beside it. He plopped down and patted the place he had reserved for me. It almost resembled a double bed! The marker resembled the headboard. Now I knew why he had brought me here! There he was stretched out with his arms folded behind his head, daring me with his eyes and impish grin, and invoking Colonel Calhoun as his witness. Andrew just oozed sexual allure. “I’ve always wanted to dance naked under the stars!” I took his challenge and took off all of my clothing in a flash and danced to the sounds and harmony of Annie Lennox playing inside my head. Softly, I voiced her words and let my body flow with the rhythm, “Sweet dreams are made of this, who am I to disagree?” I dropped to my knees at his feet and began to crawl up his body. First came his belt, and then the opening of his zipper. His cock waved in the cool night air, He was exposed, fully erect and totally beautiful. “Everybody’s looking for something!” His penis filled my mouth up to the root of him. The taste and feel of him seduce me, soothe me, and enchant the evening. He watches intently but makes not one sound. Already his body is feverish. With my head in his hands, he guides me to straddle his penis rigid with the blood that filled it. Deliberately swift, unable to pace, hungry for him, desire raging, my vagina swallowed him, clung to him, and throbbed. He thrust upward, sudden and strong. My vagina contracted in quick patterns and demanded that he fuck me harder. We were like a custom key and lock! Lock and key!! “Slow down babe! Don’t move!” His plea was urgent. Immediately, my body went limp and still as my head nestled on his shoulder. Carefully, we unlocked from the other’s body. I slid beside him on the blanket. We both were breathing hard and trying to calm ourselves for a moment. A shooting star appeared to cross over us and fell into obscurity on the other side of the hill. Andrew extended his finger as though tracing its path. He muttered something I did not understand at the time to have such a double meaning. “Burn bright upon exiting the universe.” He stripped naked and pulled me up by the hand. Laughing and doing a dance of his own, he asked; “Ever fuck standing up in a cemetery? Me either! There’s a first time for everything!” He began to run through the headstones and let out a blood curdling rebel yell. I’m not sure how Colonel Calhoun and all his neighbors slept through the reverberations!
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Serafina forced down a whine as the plant vine, now three of them, rubbed suggestively up her torn skirt. Her mind ran in circles, repeating and screeching she was late for class and that yes, she'd left her suppression aids at the boarding house. She lifted up her head, wincing at the sight. Miles and miles of coarse vine-infested roadside were between her and the stupid trail she'd tried to rush through. And that was truly something, tumbling her way to messy, muddied clothes and an poor excuse as to why she was late. Serafina's eyes watered. Oh, she did it now. This wasn't a ditch nor a hole but a ravine in the Wickwood Forest. _Wickwood._ The human girls at school called it Wicked Forest and they'd make jokes and harass her if they knew she'd fallen here. As a magic hot spot, sundered as her instructors at school called it, she'd be most 'influenced' by the magic at play. That wasn't true, by the way. Sundered magic affected humans and Cattalia _alike_ but they wouldn't listen and- The strap of her school bag waved at her as it rolled on by, the flap horribly open. Papers and other sundries flying out were snatched and quickly buried by the vines scrambling for what disturbed them. Her quills, her ink pots and most importantly, her textbooks, went silently into the earth without even as much as a farewell. With a splat, her bag landed on the ravine's floor-line, three inches below the heels of her brown boots. Dismayed, Serafina slumped against the soil molding around her body. Not sharing her mood, the vines snaked and dug, making holes and shaking out a rattle-like sound. Seeds, she thought. It sounded like seeds in a tin can. Serafina couldn't recall seeing plants so lively. Not even in the academy's prized greenhouse, so full of exotic and rare plants. It was in the way they touched and combed her ginger-red hair, weaving their way up into her now frumpy locks and to the ponytail holding it all together. Before she could turn her head, her yellow ribbon fell around her shoulders. She was crowned in her crimson curls. Since she turned nineteen, she been considering cutting her bushy locks but they made her tan horns appear smaller in comparison. Serafina snorted as the weight of her waist-long hair gave way to the wind and vines, becoming much more manageable. Then she noticed how the little buds bloomed around her, poking their plum- colored heads out of the hillside. Visibly releasing golden clouds of sparkling pollen into the air. Within seconds, the mud and dirt and outdoorsness she'd been stomaching through her sore nostrils gave way to tangier aromas. Now she smelled citrus, honey, melon with just a hint of vanilla. These were her favorite scents, homesick as she was, and not surprisingly, the same smells she'd sprayed on herself this morning. But her perfume paled in comparison to what the vines made in earnest and naturally so rich and vibrant. Unnatural plants they were, Serafina recalled one of her lesson on the stranger things that lived in Surfeit, their world. They, the plant vines, purple with even purpler buds, are faunaweed. Or at least, they were before they were harvested of their fauna. From their response to her arrival to the slow and steady way they arranged themselves to make room for her in the ravine's hillside, they were interested in her presence. Two vines, oddly slick with fluid and their tips prickly, prodded the back of her knees. Her bones rattled together as her knees slammed into each other. Without her permission, her body humiliatingly bucked up to escape the sharp prod. Fluttering up her pale, chunky thighs, her light-red skirt rose scandalous inches. Her cotton white panties were exposed, contrasting against her paler skin and the thighs that hardly saw sunlight at all. Blood rose to her cheeks as she imagined a passer-by catching her like this. It was a hot day after all and she certainly couldn't be blamed on how her sweat made her clothing cling to her body. How her panties hugged her pussy dearly, making a outline of her private place. A map of the places to be touched and stroked and _fucked-_ She was clearly thinking too much. Serafina dug her boots into the soil to prevent any further tumbling and found her boots were sinking carelessly in as a result. In seconds, she sunk to her knees in the dirt. Caught in a wide-legged stance that left her little dignity at all, her skirt bundled high up on her hips. Stupidly pulling down her skirt with her occupied hands or risk falling even further into the ravine wasn't a sort of question that need an answer. She kept her grip on the ravine's hillside and tried to keep her eyes busy. Her poor attempts of distracting herself weren't working as well as she liked. Looking down, her lower legs half-submerged in the hill and looking out, the ravine's trail and the likelihood of someone eventually passing made her head ignite in fantasies that she shouldn't be having. It wouldn't take much to get out. She had weak magic but she'd been train in basic fire spells and other things that magical plants such as the faunaweed wouldn't like very much. But the problem of even lifting a finger to escape is that secretly, shamefully, she was beginning to enjoy herself. Time was ticking away, the forest morning finally getting in full swing. Birds chirping. Animals frolicking. Vines seducing. She was _already_ late and there couldn't be anything wrong with being _later_ to class. It made sense, didn't it? Serafina wiggled her feet and found them restrained, rope-like vines in both strength and sizes shackling around her ankles. It oddly thrilled her, this hold against her body. An excited breath, husky and low escaped her lips and her slowly fading blush rose once more. Struggling lightly, she tested her limits. She lifted her foot, kicking for a better hold with her heel. The vine around it increased its grip, firmly maneuvering her boot back where it was. Then, as if amused by her action, another vine slithered into the open space of her boot, sliding right in while pushing the shoe off her foot. It rubbed her toes, massaging the ticklish skin there. Serafina tried to yank her foot away but there was no relief to be found. It rubbed aggressively against her heel, tickling her greatly and making her eyes wet with grief. And worse still, the sensation went everywhere in her body. Making it shudder and shake. Serafina laughed in through her nose but couldn't stop the jolts of pleasure collecting in the space below her belly. The tickling went on longer than it should, longer than she'd ever been tickled, and the ticklish feeling gave way to more sensitivity to her foot. The rubbing slowed into long, steady strokes but the damage had been done. Her foot being rubbed felt so, so good that she stepped into it, wanting more. Her tense shoulders released and her sore muscles relaxed. She gave a sigh of enjoyment. Then another vine did the same to the other foot, subduing any resistance from there. The foot massage was very much welcomed. But the vines, now covering her wrists while she was distracted, and pulling her flush against the hillside wasn't as well-received. Her breasts bounced from the sudden movement, clapping together with a hearty, sloshing sound that made her wish she could turn into a tree. Her horns could be branches. Her feet could be roots. And trees didn't have anything to worry about at all. No boys to be leering. No girls making cracks on how she should be in the academy's animal pen with the other magical creatures. Why couldn't she have been _born_ human? What's the point of _looking human_ if it meant that real humans would always loathe and only tolerate her. No friends. No peers. She was just a freak taking up space in their class. And they loved, oh how they loved, trying to grope her breasts. All of them. The girls and the boys. _A bovina's milk was a valuable ingredient for potions._ She was just magic tits with magic milk to them. Bigger than apples but terrible for her social heath, Serafina's breasts pressed hard and fast now they had the chance to make her hate them so much more. From her fall, her bra became slightly unhooked and with no suppression aids to quell their mutiny, her breasts seized the opportunity. Filling up with milk, her tit-flesh burst out of her white bra's cups, her skin ruddy and tender as her titty trouble-makers increased to another size. Her soft mounds rippled. Straining the straps of her bra until they were in tatters, brave threads still holding on. From the sweat running down her body, her white blouse glued on to her swelling breasts, practically see-through. As her hands were restrained, she couldn't cover her rousing nipples or push her tits right back in her ruined bra. Serafina gritted her teeth, trying to use that mantra she used every day once school began to keep her feelings in check. If she didn't have these breasts, the girls would be nicer to her. If she didn't have these horns, she would get asked to go on holiday and school trips. If she didn't have this tail, she could have been chosen as head girl. Her grades were high. Her scores excellent. But if she wasn't a bovina, her life would be- Different! _Better._ So why should she not hate her breasts? It was all their fault. She tried all she could at the academy and none of it was never good enough! Looking at her breasts now, big and hers, she couldn't, she wouldn't hate them. Not here. Not now. They were lovely, fertile things. Her nipples, like rosebuds, pearl-pink and bright, perked through her shirt. As they hardened, the skin contracting, they brushed against the fabric and sent shivers down her spine. Ah, she couldn't remember her breasts being a thing of pleasure. They were supposed to troublesome, unruly and yet, she couldn't stop staring. With a slow roll of her hips, her great mounds moved, nipples perked and hard and drizzling white, silvery milk as she sought them. Her deliberate movement caught the attention of the vines and they snaked up and across her clothed mounds. The vines weaved around her nipples and pulled, playing with them lightly. Serafina made a face, her eyebrows bunching together as she got used to the new sensation. Plenty of classmates had tried to touch and squeeze one of her nubs before but she remembered it all hurting and the shame that came after. Were her breasts _really_ supposed to feel _this good_ by being touched? Another vine went to the bottom of her blouse, right where the last button sat and went right in. Between the space of where fabric met button, it dove inside, wrenching upwards and tearing the garment into. One by one, her buttons went and her belly became bare as the vine continued. With cool air touching the vulnerable skin, Serafina drew blood by biting hard on her lip, in grief, unable to tell if she was being aroused by shame or pleasure. Her breasts _weren't_ supposed to see daylight! Her body _didn't_ deserve to be touch so gently. She hated her breasts. She _hated_ them but this hate, this shame, why was it _titillating_ her? Approaching her breasts, the vine slid up between them, tearing the last of her blouse and her bra in one shot. She was exposed, literally and figuratively and- The vines around her nipples let go, choosing wrap around her twitching tits. Together they squeezed, coaxing a low airy moan from her lips. Tugging her breasts forward, two flowers, tulip-shaped and lavender in color, approached her nipples and latched on. Attached firmly to her skin, they began to milk her. Serafina ducked her head, eyes wet from the sheer pleasure chorusing through her veins. Sounds she thought she couldn't make. Flighty and gentle. Murmurs and moans and groans paraded out of her mouth. The flowers pumped her, making her massive mounds release and squirt creamy, foamy milk. Her first milking... _This was her first milking!_ Serafina's tongue lolled out of her mouth, lewdly panting as her precious milk was squeezed and pumped out of her. From where the flowers drank, their stems connected to a plant-based container of sorts. Green-tinted and filmy as she spotted, she could see where her milk was being collected before it went into the ground. As the warm milk poured in, she could see how it piled on each other, making more bubbles and foams. Seeing her milk, swaddled and cared, it made her body quake and seize with need and want. Some primal part of her _cooed_ inside of her, pleased by her choice in staying. She'd found a good partner for her first milking. Serafina exhaled through her nostrils, determined not to make another noise that wasn't disgruntled or annoyed at her circumstances. The breath before wasn't just an exhale, it sounded like the beginning of a groan -like repressed pleasure- and no, she wasn't- _she couldn't-_ relaxing in such a state outside in nature and out of class. Serafina blinked, her breath heavy and her lungs slow to take in the pollen-thick air. Stress was having its way with her but so too was the season. As a Cattalia, no, as a _bovina,_ she was long, long, overdue for her first milking. Her mother called her a late- bloomer but that wasn't true. She'd taken suppression aids the moment she was old enough to know what exactly was being suppressed. Serafina grew her horns, had her tail since she was a infant, but never did her breasts gave milk. The thought of it revolted her. Her own body a slave to instincts and hormones. It was just what the humans thought the Cattalia should be. Slaves to their betters, the humans, like the animals they keep on the farms and the pets that lay on their beds. The soil shifted beneath her in earnest and her bottom half was slowly eased deeper in the hill. With the back of her school skirt, a simple bell-shaped skirt with brown frills lining the hem, crumpled together above the start of her panties' waistline, she had no protection against the cool soil giving way against her skin. The sensation of it, the vines caressing her plump, peach- like rear. Like wayward hands cupping each cheek with chilly, damp fingers was exhilarating. Even the space under her tail wasn't spared, coldness pressing against the delicate skin there. Serafina squirmed, her tail rising higher and higher. Her knees instinctively spreading further, baring more of her body as possible. The front of her panties grew wetter and wetter, the cotton almost uncomfortable as it sucked in the feminine essence her body was releasing in anticipation. Serafina simmered in shock, her cheeks hot as her pussy had the nerve to ache with need and want. She couldn't stop looking in between her legs, at the wet spot that was growing in size. That was _her._ That was her getting _aroused!_ Serafina's eyes darted left and right, hoping that someone might come across her and tell her that was she was doing was wrong. Letting herself get _literally_ entangled. No one was there but the vines, sweet vines, planting even more pleasure to grow inside of her. Serafina closed her eyes, trying to put words to the sensation she was feeling. The shame. The relief. The guilt and ah yes, the guilty pleasure. Like a fire that had been lit, she was drawn to it. The warmth, the feelings it invoked in her. Forcing herself to glance away, she only found more things to be ashamed of. The floor-line of the ravine looked like a well-used trail, if not a road by the trace of wagon wheel marks in the ground. And it was late in the morning, a good time to starting bringing goods around if merchants and woodsman used the trail regularly. What if they caught her being felt up by the faunaweed? What if their talk made it back to the academy and those human girls would- Serafina gasped, feeling the vines explore and touch her ass. And what if she _didn't_ care? The vines were playing with her rear, slapping gently her thick cheeks and rubbing against her tight and clean pucker. One vine, bumpy with buds, slid down the curve of her underwear and bunched the fabric together into the crack of her ass. Then it pulled, gathering even the cotton in the front. She looked down to see her panties tightening around her dripping lower lips, the fabric so soaked that it was nearly transparent. Another vines grew across her stomach and invited itself around her underwear's waistband, tugging on the panties until they became taut as a cord. Now her panties were like a thin strip, revealing her damp and quivering pussy but not her clitoris, pink and hard, as it strained against their cloth prison. The vines worked together, tugging up and down the strip of her panties. Her tail, thin and white with a plume of dandelion-like fluff on the end, rose as far as it could. And the moment it did, her body instinctively thrusted forward, bearing her breasts like an offering. Her mind went blank. Her body burned. Take her! _Take her now!_ She was ready to _receive_ seed to- And Serafina blinked, remembering herself and where she was and the class she was missing and- _Oh, she was presenting herself!_ Presenting as if she was giving herself to a suitable mate. She curled her hands in fists and tried not to think what she was let happen because of her inaction. And that was it, wasn't it? What she was _allowing_ to happen. Serafina slumped against the soil molding against her body, the dirt curiously shifting beneath her. Her boarding house was a dozen miles to the west. The academy was a dozen miles to the east. And there was still all this earth to climb and her clothes were ruined and those girls would make fun of her and she'd already had a time convincing herself to even come back this year- Without her suppression aids and the late morning hour giving way to early afternoon, she felt it. Her arousal so keenly and wanton and unrelenting. Like a tiny ember left to fester within a haystack, the heat, the need, spread through her body. Coldly and crudely, her body woke to her latent desire. Instead of breathing, she panted, breath hitching. Instead of struggling, she presented properly. Thrusting her breasts, readying her legs and tail for... Serafina lightly bit her lip. Penetration. _Absolute penetration._ Her panties stretched and stretched until they finally tore. Serafina looked down on her hot and swollen mound, sweet juices making it glisten in the sunlight. The vines wrapped around her thighs and lifted her hips slightly, spreading her legs just a little further. Away went the remains of her underwear and bra, the torn pieces of her shirt and skirt. The vines gathered them and pulled them underground, out of sight. She fought against it for the fun, for the sport of trying to escape even now. She didn't want to leave, not really now, but making the vines tighten around her, the purple bonds pressing firm against her, made her pleasure increase greatly. A pair of smaller vines, lesser in their color, mauve-pink, wrapped around her clitoris and rocked it from side to side. Serafina shook her head, testing her limits. She wanted to moan, to cry out in the wood but she kept her lips tightly shut and endured the cries bubbling inside of her. Another vine, a darker shade of purple, quite thicker in girth than the others, regarded her hole. The tip tested the sensitive skin of her damp folds, caressing the hot flesh there. It circled her hole methodically, a steady calculating way as it reacted to her movement. When she shivered, it pressed harder. When she tensed, catching her breath between the coursing pleasure from the twin vines, it eased. It was learning how she worked, what would give the greatest pleasure. Serafina's eyes fluttered close, her orgasm so close and near. All at once, her knees seized when her release washed over her. From her toes curling, her knees clattering together, her body arching up and out, her breasts bouncing and clapping, her tears tumbling down her face and her mouth, open and alight, with unadulterated pleasure, her cry loud and wide. She fell apart then and there, eyes clinched as her body trembled, her clitoris, like a second heart, pounded and pulsated and again, she came. But this time, her second climax brief and brisk as it passed through her rattled body, brought with it a friend. Distracted and eyes dizzy from the pure ecstasy that stunned and left her stuttering her new alphabet of _ah, mmh_ and _yes._ Serafina opened her mouth to breathe and found herself squeaking instead. The thick vine flared. The tip growing a leafy cock-like head as it nudged at her virgin hole. With little ceremony, it plunged in. Serafina inhaled, her lungs near to popping as she groaned and gritted at the strange intrusion inside of her. It was only an inch and not even all of the head but the sensation was weird and massive, filling her with its thickness. On pure instinct, she clamped around it, trying to push it back out. The thick vine swiveled inside of her, massaging the tender flesh within. It stung. It hurt her. Her knees jerked, her body attempting to angle away and finding to purchase to escape. Another inch and Serafina made a noise of pain. Ah, it was too thick and weird and- The thick vine stilled before receding out out. Serafina made a sigh of relief, thankful for that intrusion to be gone. She was still very much a virgin and wasn't exactly sure how her first time should feel but what was going before didn't seem right. Those twin vines returned to her clitoris, working her into relaxing. Down in the dirt, the vines tended to her feet. The thick vine remained in front of her hole, and slowly, gently, stroked it with its cock-like head. Another pair of vines went to her slit, feeling like fingers, they entered her. Much smaller than the thick vine, they stretched her and rubbed against her inner walls, finding nerves and spots that had her mouth hanging open. It didn't take long for her pussy to become absolutely brimming with sweet juices, her liquid pleasure dripping and coating the thick vine until it gleamed. And once more, it took her. This time, it felt different. Inch by inch, it mounted her. Her hips swayed, not in pain but in wonder. Her earlier pain was gone. Now it was replaced with fullness and anticipation of more. The girth left her breathless as it passed through that tight spot inside of her pussy and further in. How it pressed and invaded her special space, stroking her in a way that no one ever has. More and more went in, coils of it still entering her. Serafina huffed, tongue sliding across her drying lips. And then it stopped, snug inside of her pussy. Serafina blinked. _Was that it?_ Then behind her, she felt her butt-cheeks be appraised by the vines in the earth. They pushed her hearty cheeks aside and rubbed once more against her pucker, releasing a cold and soothing ooze against it. As they rubbed, her skin became slick and the vines' ministration grew quick and swift. Unlike with her pussy, they stretched her pucker and shot off more of that peculiar ooze inside of her. Serafina didn't know what to make of it. It tingled as it dribbled further within, gooey and gushy. Then another thick vine, a cock-like head brushing against her backside, prodded her asshole. It plowed right in, rutting the cry right out of her. Impaled in both her holes, Serafina's mouth fell open. She couldn't take any more of this. Uselessly, she squeezed and clinched, unable to force them out or get them to even move. Inside, the vines grew buds and each of these buds stroked her bundles of nerves, enticing her into another orgasm. Serafina grunted, her words, meaningless and broken and lust-filled, as they ran out of her mouth. The vines around her wrists brought her arms together. The lower vines holding Serafina in place readjusted her position. Those that were wrapped around her thighs and knees lifted her slightly out of the hillside. Her feet still submerged once they were done. Serafina went red and worried she'd never turn back to her natural shade. Her stuffed pussy and ass was on full-display, presented to the forest and the trail. Serafina tried to hide her face into her arms, shame souring her momentary peace with all that was happening. Thinking of again of school and those girls and being seen- Ah, it only made her hot. Let them see her. Let them catch her. Serafina howled, body bobbing up and down as the thick vine in each of her holes moved, ruthlessly plunging in and out. Her breasts slapped together, forcing even more milk out as she rocked her hips to meet their twin thrusts. Serafina's mind went blank. Her lips making an o-shape as she shouted. Her chunky cheeks jiggled and slapped, filling the air with fleshy noises along with the sound of sex. In and out, the vines fucked her into trembling silence. Orgasm upon orgasm passing and coming before she could even cry out. Her thighs were stretched even further as their rapid thrusts became slow strokes into her very being. The vines inside growing bigger and bigger in size as her pussy was tamed and conquered. Throwing her head back, Serafina screamed, her belly bulging as the vines inside of her throbbed and twitched. She came, oh she came, her vision going white and her body becoming like stars as the orgasm drowned her into the next life. The vines inside of her released, filling her womb and backside with green, sugary-smelling liquid. Serafina slumped forward. Her head limp, her breath thin. The strength in her went out and she was like a doll, moved and rearranged by the vines, the faunaweed. With her breath echoing in her ear and her eyes, blinking out the white light that lingered, she smiled at the state of her stomach. Her belly was extended from her chest. Round and full with seed and plant nutrients the faunaweed put inside of her. Big as a barrel, her belly jiggled, and her hands were released. Serafina touched her stomach, patting the seedlings placed within. From what she knew from the academy, faunaweed were distant relatives of Cattalia. The term given to bovina and other creatures like herself that were allowed to live in human-claimed lands. The faunaweed probably sought her as a host body, using her as a pseudo-fauna to give birth to 'proper fauna' for the one that has been harvested. Luckily for her, faunaweed were more plant-like than they were Cattalia. She would be out here for a day or so, her womb an incubator for the seeds to come. Then be free to go. And well, she certainly didn't mind the arrangement. The flowers milking her breasts withdrew, giving a pleasant squeeze to her relieved and empty mounds before they went. Her vines brought her back to the hillside, comfortably settling her backside and hips into the soil. Upon her head and mane, tiny blossoms of lavender and white, bloomed. A crown of flowers for the mother of fauna. This is my first attempt at writing about the naughtiness I get up to so be gentle with me! I am a real person- female, 36, blonde, size 14, just normal really. I am happily married to the only man who has ever known what I am really like- and encouraged it. He has challenged me to write about some of my adventures rather than just reading other peoples stories. If this one turns out to be okay, I will continue to tell you guys what I've been up to, but I can only write about reality, so no dragons I'm afraid! As I am a newbie, please comment so I'd know what you people think. Last week he sent me out to town for the day to play while he was at work. He told me to find myself some strangers to suck and either phone him or film myself while I did. Hey, it's a hard job man! I took the bus to the town after finding a guy online who agreed (with twisted arm!) to let me suck his cock if he pick me up from the station. I wasted a lot of time with guys who wanted me to go elsewhere to meet them or wanted to meet tomorrow/next week/ whenever convenient, but never found one who would meet when and where I wanted! I was getting a little nervous while I waited outside the train station, worrying that he wouldn't show up. I had no idea what he looked like or what he was called so I texted him to tell him how to spot me. "I am blonde and dressed in a tight pink jumper, short skirt, lacy tights and heels." "Very nice," he replied. I continued walking up and down in front of the station catching the eye of every guy I passed in case it was him. If anyone had had the sense to chat to me, they would have got their cock sucked just in case! A couple of minutes later a car horn beeped and a youngish dark-haired guy in a black t-shirt and jeans waved me over. I was so relieved he had turned up that I jumped straight in the car and asked him if he was here to cum down my throat. He looked quite shocked at my bluntness which made me worry I had the wrong car, but said yes and we drove off! He asked why I was looking for strangers cocks to suck and if my husband was really okay with me doing this. I told him I was allowed to swallow as much as I liked of him, but that day but I had to get him to film me or phone my husband whilst I made him shoot down my throat. I made it clear that I would be the one calling the shots here- literally! He was happy with that and even happier when I pulled up my skirt and told him how wet I had got thinking about being so naughty. He slid his hand over my thigh and straight to the dampness of my knickers. He ran his fingers over my pussy while he drove and I ran my fingernails over the bulge in his jeans. I gripped his cock through his trousers as it got harder and swelled up. I was unable to get at his belt or the fly of his jeans past his seat belt though. I rolled my tights and knickers off onto his floor and spread my legs as wide as a passenger seat allows. After he tried to change gear with his right hand rather than removing his left from my pussy for a second, I told him to find somewhere to park whilst I fingered my pussy for him. His cock was rock hard in my hand and the poor guy could hardly think where he was driving as I slid my fingers in and out of my soaking cunt and told him how horny and slutty I was feeling. I dread to think what the car behind us thought. He finally found a turn off to a closed down school with a path to a nature walk area at the back of the car park. He parked the car and grabbed a fleece blanket from the back seat. I pulled up my tights and followed him down the path. The path went around a corner and the ground dipped behind a small hedge which was secluded enough- given how horny we both were. He knelt down on the blanket and I knelt in front of him and undid his jeans. His cock sprang out nicely thick, good length and very erect! I moaned and slid my lips around it. I worked the whole thing into my mouth and flicked my tongue over the tip. He groaned and put his hand on the back of my head. The other hand slid up my skirt and pulled my tights and knickers back down over my ass. "Oh god yes, that's great. Swallow it all." I just moaned around the base of his cock and ran my fingers down to his balls. He slid his fingers into my soaking pussy as I persevered to fit his whole cock in my mouth and he ground his hips against my face. His cock was a lovely thickness and size and I was rolling his balls in my hand. "Please can I fuck that lovely wet pussy," he asked. I was horny as hell by now and didn't need asking twice. I turned around and presented my bare ass and pussy to him. He couldn't wait and grabbed my hips and slid his cock straight up me to the balls. I moaned and came like nothing else as he fucked me hard, doggy style outside in broad daylight at ten am! He thrust his cock right in and out of me hard and told me how hot my cunt was around it. As I was coming and bucking on his cock, he asked if he could fuck my ass too. "That cock is way too big for my ass," I said. As I spoke he started to shudder and groan loudly. "Oh yes I'm gonna cum" he moaned. I slid his cock out of me and turned around just in time to take his whole cock down my throat and feel his spunk shooting to the back of my throat. I gagged and choked a bit as it filled my mouth and throat and then swallowed the lot. "Oh that's good, swallow it all. Oh wow yes" He panted as he came. "I have never cum that quick in my life" He said,then laid me back and made me come again by fucking my slippery pussy with three of his fingers. I groaned, squirmed and told him how great it felt quite loudly as I came. As I slowly re-joined the world from my orgasm, I realized just how open and exposed the tiny area of park behind a hedge was. I could hear traffic and conversation nearby and could feel quite a breeze on my bare ass! I had my knickers round my ankles, make-up smeared everywhere and had just been fucked in the park in the middle of the morning. I was shocked at myself! As I dressed and walked back to the car we passed an elderly dog walker on their way down the path. "That was close" I said. "Erm, my names Lee," said the guy whose cock I had just used. "I can't believe that happened, it was amazing! Especially considering that I thought it was too good to be true and you would be an old bearded bloke! Do you mind if I give my mate your number?" "Cheeky," I said but told him to get his mate to text me if he could meet up today. It was then I realized that I had got so carried away and horny that I had completely forgotten to phone my husband or to film the encounter for him! "Uh oh, I'm gonna have to do a forfeit for this one!"
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_This story is set in the 12th century keep of Striguil, known today as Chepstow Castle and situated on the Welsh (Celtic) side of the river Wye in Britain. At that time, King Henry Plantagenet was on the throne and his warring sons, Henry, Richard and John managed to create vacuums of authority, which rebel Celts from both the north (modern day Scotland) and the west (modern day Wales) always used to their advantage._ * Alais sat in the bower with her ladies, stitching an undershift with cramped fingers as rain lashed against the great keep of Striguil Castle, sat overlooking the River Wye and one of the frontier holdings of the Marcher lands. Her father had died in service to King Henry the year before and her mother had passed on years ago, following the difficult birthing of her youngest brother, Harold. Alais, the only surviving child of a largely loveless marriage, was under the care of a warden, one of King Henry's most trusted knights. Sir Walter administered her lands and saw that the crown was free to milk their profits until Alais was safely married off. King Henry himself would decide who her husband was to be, so great was the dowry of land she held. To her knowledge and despite all the fighting between Henry and his sons, only two other young, fatherless heiresses had more wealth and land to bestow upon a prospective husband and only one was of a marriageable age. Under normal circumstances, she would be safely walled up in the Tower of London until attention could be given to her marriage and the allocation of her estates. However, there had been so much trouble in London and the south since she had lost her father that even though there were men at arms enough to escort her, the journey had been deemed too hazardous. She had turned eighteen just a few weeks ago and although her ladies had done much to mark the occasion, it was not the same with her father gone and Sir Walter strutting about the place as though he owned it. Sir Walter had often looked upon her with something other than the cursory duty of a castellan. It was embarrassing enough that her breasts had suddenly budded and required her to order more cloth to let out her shifts and gowns in the bodice and hips and even to stitch some new ones. Just a few days since, he had stopped her in a deserted hallway to admire her work with embroidery around a new green bodice sewn into a dress of brown twill. It had made her flesh crawl to look at his whiskery features softening at the sight of her modestly rounded bosom and she had hastened to excuse herself. Now that she was aware of the encumbrance of her developing womanhood and the overly watchful eye of Sir Walter, Alais had taken to braiding her thick red curls and binding them up in a more mature style. She no longer ran about the keep with the laughing freedom of a street urchin. Her dresses now fell properly to the floor and Alais no longer hitched them up and displayed her hose and shoes when she was impatient or in a rush. It was all very confining and she knew that it would be all the more so once she had been married off to some arrogant knight who wanted her for the trophies of her beauty and wealth and to use her as a brood mare. It was likely she would be given to a man twice her age, one mature enough to manage such a large estate and whose loyalty to King Henry was proven. They would have nothing common and she would rot within these walls until she died, or until he died and then if she did not marry again swiftly and according to the King's wishes, she would meet her end in walled up within a convent. It often made her wish ungratefully that she was a street urchin. That morning, Sir Walter had ridden out to make an annual accounting to the King. The weather was such that he would have postponed the journey a day or two but King Henry was not the sort of man whom one kept waiting for any length of time. The increasing animosity between Henry and his sons was prompting him to take stock of the wealth he had dispersed about the land and what he could commandeer in the way of gold, men and supplies from his dukes, barons and castellans in the event of a civil war. It was also rumoured that he was seeking renewed pledges of fealty from his vassals, hopefully ensuring that they would not betray him and lend their aid to one of his sons instead. Alais had seen Sir Walter wished Godspeed at Mass and had also bade him a formal farewell as was proper. Now she had the luxury of a few days without his breath down the back of her neck, as he marked in a ledger every last little item that she purchased for her household. Warm braziers lit and heated the room, their fuel suffused with cinnamon to give the bower a cosy feel. The women worked quietly but there was also an air of celebration. A jug of mead was kept warm by the fire and a pot of leek and rabbit pottage bubbled merrily beside it, lacing the room with its aroma. By the time night fell, all pretence at industriousness and propriety had been abandoned. The ladies sang, clapped time and danced, played at chess and even placed wagers of fripperies, ribbons and small coins upon merels. They drank a little too much wine and laughed a little too loudly but the weeks under Sir Walter's watery, condescending gaze had been arduous indeed. A hesitant, unmistakeably masculine cough interrupted proceedings and all the ladies turned and stared, hastily endeavouring to compose themselves. A young man but recently knighted was stood in the doorway, uncertain whether to enter. He had on about half of his armour and would have cut an amusing figure, had his countenance not been so grave. "My Lady, Celts have been sighted and already they are almost upon the keep. It is my sad charge to inform you that we are heavily outnumbered but father bids me assure you that every last man will do his duty. I must ask you all to accompany me to the dungeons immediately below the great hall as it is the most defensible place for you. Do you have your keys?" Alais stepped forward and drew her heavy bunch of keys from among her skirts to display their place upon her belt. "I have the keys but I do wonder that one as young as yourself, and only half armed, has been charged with us. Where is your father?" The lad's sire, John Marshall, was the head of Alais's men at arms and a formidable battle veteran who still sat his horse like a man half his age. He was a broad stone wall of muscle and scars with an angry countenance that concealed a gentle and generous nature, when peacetime allowed for it. "He is rounding up men, weapons and horses. Every able bodied man will fight; grooms, servants, everyone. You will be safe below stairs, please tarry no longer, my lady." With all haste, Alais descended below stairs with her ladies. The young knight, Jack Marshall, bounded in front of them, clearly frustrated by the slower pace of the women as they lifted their voluminous skirts and attempted to run after years of being taught that it was improper. Only Alais kept pace with him, tucking her skirts into her belt and displaying a truly scandalous amount of slim, stocking clad calf. "Where are Sir Walter's keys? Who has them?" She asked. "They were entrusted to Wigain, who does the book keeping. I have not seen him this afternoon." Jack's brow furrowed as he attempted to assimilate this new implication. "You must take them from him and pass them to your father. He is the only man I trust to judge when to fight and when to yield. I would not have every last man here die in an unwinnable battle and I doubt we have the resources put by to last long in a siege, thanks to Walter's scrimping and fussing. You must see to this personally and you must tell him what I have said. My honour is not worth every soul in this keep." "I will do as you command, Lady. In a few minutes, more experienced men will take my place here and I will go immediately to find Wigain." "I thank you. Please have your father thank the men for me. If I get through this alive, I will personally see to it that the families of those who fall are provided for, with my gratitude. Please have him tell them that. God speed to yourself as well, may your youth and strength over reach your inexperience." Alais gave the lad an impulsive squeeze. Their ages were not dissimilar and they had known each other for years. He returned the embrace, surprised and flushed, before gently pushing her away and entreating her to hasten down to the dungeons with the other women. In the hours that followed, the sounds that the women heard from above were hideous. There was really no way of telling how the battle was faring and Alais was simply pleased and impressed that the Celts' victory had not been a swift one. The half dozen ladies of her household comforted each other and organised the space in which they were confined. One small cell was being unwillingly used as a latrine. Seats and benches were gathered into the largest cell and as an extra precaution Alais locked them in, only opening the barred doorway when a lady was forced to answer a call of nature. If any enemy were to find them, their first ploy was to pretend that the knights had locked them in and they had no keys. Hopefully, they would have the opportunity to flee from their prison while the keys were being searched for. Before long, they began to lose track of how long they had spent underground. There was no grate at ground level through which they could judge how far into the night they were. It was cold, dank and cramped in their little cell. Alais could not even pace away her worry and impatience. Eventually, the door that led up to the hall was flung open and a group of men fell through it, John among them, swinging his sword with as much strength and conviction as if the battle had but just begun. It took three men to take him down and they did so in a protracted and bloody fashion, showing no mercy even when John lost his sword. The man mountain went down and lay on his back, his breathing ragged and blood welling up from his throat. It was clear that there was no hope for him. From his position on the floor he focused unsteadily on Alais and her women and gave an anguished cry. "I am so sorry Lady, you are undone." He rasped, before his chest shuddered and fell still. John's three assailants fell abruptly silent and stood to one side as another man swept into the cramped hallway, his sword drawn and bloody. He stepped over the body as though it wasn't there and approached the barred cell. He was tall and clean shaven with dark curly hair and a tanned complexion. His eyes glittered like obsidian and it was clear that he was still in the bloodlust of battle. Alais guessed him to be around thirty five years old. He assessed the women as though they were a herd of cattle and then turned away. "Where are the keys? Surely somebody has managed to secure the keys by now?" The three armed men fled on the pretext of locating them and it was clear to Alais that their loyalty was bought by fear, rather than respect. The man spun on his heel once more and addressed the ladies in Gaelic-accented French. "My deepest apologies dear ladies, I have every confidence that we will be able to put an end to your confinement at any moment, there is, after all, almost nobody left alive to oppose us. Now, on the subject of remaining intact and unmolested, who would care to identify the Lady Alais for me?" The women hesitated and Alais stepped forwards, aware of the futility of procrastination and afraid that one of her women would be foolishly loyal enough to offer herself as a decoy. Her head was held high but she was suddenly thankful for her full skirt as it concealed the slight tremble in her legs. "The Lady Alais is capable of identifying herself. Who might you be and why have you shown no mercy to my people? There is no sense in conquering a lush oasis only to turn it into a desert." The man's lips spread into a predatory smile and his eyes sparkled as he applauded her with gauntlet clad hands, mocking her dignity and sincerity. "Oh very well done. Eloquent, imperious, earnest and just a little belligerent, you will do very well indeed." He looked her up and down. "I am Cynric, the son of old Huw-The-Bloody-Stubborn, I'm sure you've heard of him. He passed on a few months ago and I have taken up his mantle. I am also a humble suitor for your hand and intend to restore your lands to your people. Not the people who live here in shameless luxury but the real ones, those out there with Celtic blood in their veins and Druidic ancestry that goes back a long way further through the mists of time than your Holy Roman Church. We had enough of the Romans when they were here last and your Angevin Royalty would do well to remember it. His indomitable father, Huw, had been a man in John's powerfully built mould. He had led the Celtic rebellion from the west for many long years but nothing had been heard of him for more than three seasons. He must have been well past his threescore years and to learn of his death was no great surprise to Alais. Her eyes widened and she momentarily baulked as Cynric casually announced that he wanted her hand in marriage. She switched effortlessly to the Celtic dialect of the local people, anxious to demonstrate that she was not unable to communicate with those under her rule and not as distanced from them as he might think. "My people were happy under my father's rule. My appointed castellan, Sir Walter may be short sighted and a little greedy but the lands have been governed well enough in my stead. Were I able to act as a duchess in my own right, certain changes would be made but I am a loyal subject of King Henry and I will not marry a Celtic rebel. If you remember, when last your father came to besiege me, my people elected to fight at my father's side." Again, Cynric laughed. He answered her in the same local tongue, gesturing flamboyantly for the benefit of Alais's ladies, who spoke only French. "Yes and just look where that got your noble sire. You are behind the times Lady, even Henry's own sons are not his loyal subjects. Henry the younger is seeking support from Philip of France to usurp the throne, Richard is demanding to be named his legal heir because of young Henry's treason, John is watching them tourney and waiting to see whose side to choose and if all else fails, the old king still has a bastard son or two snapping at his heels and eager to cause trouble. I am not about to wait and see which worn out old knight in his dotage the King decides to wed you to. That is if he even has the time to look to your settlement any time soon amongst all this uncertainty. Whatever he decides, it is now likely he will not have his arse on the throne long enough to see it accomplished, especially if King Philip decides to stir the pot. I am here to see you settled today young Duchess, make no mistake." Alais glared at him and started pacing the small cell and to her horror, her rapid, agitated movements caused her keys to jangle on her belt. He face flushed as Cynric chuckled once more. "Oh, very good. Locking oneself inside a cell and playing the damsel in distress. Well I suppose you are in distress but time will reconcile you to your new situation. Hand them over." Alais hesitated and Cynric rolled his eyes impatiently and switched to French. "Hand them over or I shall have my archers start firing at your women. It will be messy and unpleasant but I daresay they are accurate enough to spare the parts that matter." Alais's ladies gasped at such vulgarity but she quickly capitulated, flinging the keys through the bars of their cell with venom. Cynric retrieved them, approached the bars and addressed Alais once more, his voice low and menacing. "That is the first and last fit of pique I will allow you, Duchess. From here on out the welfare of your ladies depends entirely upon your obedient and modest conduct. I advise you not to fail them." Alais's expression was mutinous in the extreme but she held her tongue. "Now would you care to tell me which key opens this door? It will save a great deal of time and frustration." Alais mutely indicated the correct key and then stepped back as the door was opened. They were led up into the main hall, where the terrified remnants of Alais's domestic staff were laying out something approximating a feast under the watchful eye of Cynric's woad painted men. They eyed Alais and her ladies greedily but a dismissive gesture from Cynric was enough to curb any outward signs of lust. "Where is the priest?" Cynric demanded and Alais froze, shocked that everything was happening so fast. The old priest who had been her confidante and religious adviser since she was a child was reluctantly brought forth. He was elderly and frightened and she could see immediately that he would do nothing to prevent this farce of a marriage. Cynric's voice cut into her thoughts. "Ladies, if you would please stand by the altar there... in a row will suffice... thank you so much." He turned to Alais and stood before her, close enough to touch her, staring her down. She fought the urge to retreat and glared back at him. "Be advised my Lady that every hesitation or reluctance to complete this ceremony on your part will result in the sacrifice of one of your women. Just in case you count them as expendable, I also promise to go up to the highest rampart and give the order to fire every last little hamlet that I can see." He took her by the arm and brought her before the priest. The old man looked at her apologetically but he also had a knocked arrow trained on his brow. The ceremony was completed with the minimum of fuss. The priest then breathed a sigh of relief as the bow was lowered and he almost sounded pleased when he said, "You may kiss the bride." Cynric approached Alais, noting her revulsion with amusement. "I must seem an old warhorse indeed to one such as you." He said. Cynric put an arm around her, forcibly drawing her close and lifted her chin as he lowered his own lips. Alais was too afraid for her women to resist and they were now legally married anyway. At the very last moment, Cynric released her and turned away. "I may kiss her but I won't, she needs breaking and bridling first and there are other urgent matters to attend to." He turned to one of his men. "Escort my Lady to her chamber and see to her... comfort." Cynric turned away and began putting his seal to letters announcing their marriage that had clearly been scribed in advance. Messengers were already waiting to transport them goodness knows where. Alais was escorted upstairs to the great chamber that had so recently been her father's. "You should use the latrine." Her captor said and he waited with his back turned while she did so, bemused. He then took her to the bedchamber and drew his sword. "Remove all your clothes." He commanded. Alais had been scared enough by the notion of being bedded by Cynric but this was more than she could stand. "Cynric will kill you!" She announced. "I'll be the judge of that. Take them off and then unbind your hair." Reluctantly, Alais did so. "Now get onto the bed." He ordered. Alais obeyed, shaking from head to foot and the man yanked the ties from the bedcurtains and used them to bind her wrists to the headboard. He straddled her in order to do this and his arousal pressed against her belly. "Such a little sweetmeat." He sighed. He ran his blade gently over her throat and her breasts. Alais watched him, immobilised by fear. Then, without warning, he leapt from the bed. His last act was to rip away all the bedclothes and throw them into a heap on the floor. "Oh the things I could do to you." He announced. Then he turned and swept from the room. Alais lay there, becoming cold, bored, thirsty and ravenous with hunger. The hours in the dungeon had already piqued her appetite. She started to shiver and to become light headed with fatigue, hunger and worry. Her arms ached through their numbness and she almost began to wish for Cynric to appear. Eventually, the door to the bedchamber was flung open and a slightly inebriated Cynric marched in. He shut the door on the jeering men behind him and approached the bed slowly. "So, how fares my lady wife?" He asked sarcastically, staring lasciviously at her slim, pale curves, bound and exposed upon the bed. Alais simply glared at him. Cynric moved about the room and extinguished most of the candles before stripping down to his shirt and braies. He got onto the bed and closed the hangings about them before crawling up along Alais's body. He lay beside her and turned her face towards his own. "Listen to me. You are mine now. I have married you in the eyes of the church and the law and by the morrow you will have been consummated. Nobody is going to race to your rescue, they're all warring amongst themselves. You need to accept these facts, Alais. You need to accept me. If I have to beat and starve you into it, believe me I will but it does not have to be this way. Do you understand?" Alais nodded but made no other move. She was so tired and hungry and had been scared for so long that the edge of her fear had been eroded and softened. She was a long way past the point of caring what happened to her. "Then would you afford your new husband the great boon, of a kiss?" Cynric asked. He did not move to kiss her, he very deliberately waited for her to move towards him. After a few moments of deliberation, Alais leaned forward against her bonds and kissed him gently upon the lips. Cynric turned towards her and pulled her closer, gently moulding his mouth to hers until he persuaded her lips to part for him. The kiss became hungrier as Cynric took command of it, probing and tasting her mouth with restrained forcefulness. After a little reluctance, Alais's tongue moved against his own and she explored her first lovers kiss. Cynric reluctantly pulled away and looked down between them at the bulge forming in his braies. He had not experienced anything as sweet and intoxicating as that kiss in a very long time and he felt like an over-eager young whelp again as he exited the bed and closed the hangings upon Alais, concealing her completely. Cynric left the room and she heard him bounce down the stairs exuberantly. Within a short while, the door opened once more and she heard the bustle of many people as they entered and left. By the time Cynric joined her on the bed again, she was wild with curiosity. He unbound her wrists and rubbed feeling back into them, then drew her from the bed and into the room. A cheerful fire burned in the grate and a tray of food was keeping warm on the hearth. A jug of wine sat upon a table with a beaker beside it and a bath full of hot water had been brought up along with towels and shaving equipment. "You see what your kiss has earned you Alais?" Cynric gestured for her to sit at the table, placed the tray before her and poured her some wine. Alais was more than a little uncomfortable with sitting there naked but could nothing for her to wear. Cynric then also stripped naked and she could see his flaccid and hairy manhood swinging between his legs as he moved. He was the first naked adult male she had ever seen. Cynric turned the bathtub so it faced her and then got into it and started scrubbing the battlegrime from his body. "We must become accustomed to each other Alais. My body will become as familiar to you as your own. Now I know you have years of Catholic teachings hammered into your skull but there is no shame in nudity, nor is there shame in enjoying the carnal act. I want no reticence or guilt from you. You are properly married and you will do your duty by me in more than a perfunctory manner." Cynric grabbed the razor and shaved his face. Alais remained quiet, at a total loss as to what she could say. She turned her attention back to the food and ate ravenously. She also drank quite a bit of the wine, mustering her courage for what was inevitably to follow. Cynric bade her come and scrub his back and Alais complied, approaching him warily and then flushing at his proximity as she washed him. Once he was done, he stood and had her hand him a towel, his penis was growing again and Alais was transfixed by it. Cynric then invited her to use the water and Alais climbed in, enjoying the warmth. Cynric helped her to wash and then wrapped her in a towel, taking the opportunity to embrace her. "Lie down for me Alais." He murmured, indicating that she should lie upon the floor. She obeyed, slightly bemused. Was he going to copulate with her here? Cynric pushed her legs open and knelt between them, admiring the neat folds of her sex and their thatch of flame coloured hair. She watched with apprehension as he pressed his fingers against her, stroking over her sex and probing slightly within it. His touch was light and he moved up to a little nub of flesh about where her urine came from. It hardened slightly and caused strange sensations to move through her as he touched it. Fluid started to seep from her body and at first Alais was embarrassed, until she saw how enraptured Cynric was. When she was slippery and swollen down there, he pressed a finger into her and felt about. "I knew you were still virgin but these things must be confirmed." He said, withdrawing the offending digit and licking it clean of her juice. He spread her legs wider and reached between his own, stroking his engorged manhood as though it were a small animal. Then, without warning, Cynric reached for the soap and razor and started shearing away Alais's pubic hair. She stared up at him, shocked and confused. "It's just a personal preference. In time you will learn to shave yourself thus for me." He worked silently and with great care but at the same time, his fingers would deliberately glide over the sensitive parts of her sex and extract muted sighs from Alais as she fought to remain still. She was highly embarrassed at such a close inspection of her womanhood, the whole ritual seemed bizarre. Cynric watched, amused, as she battled with her gradually mounting arousal. "Be still Alais. You must indeed bleed a little this night but I fully intend for it to be from other means." He said, enjoying the fear that clouded the surprise and pleasure that had been painting her expressions. He spoke softly all the while and told her the anatomical names of her private parts, something her bashful father and the elderly priest had omitted to explain. Alais had a little knowledge of how intercourse was performed, although she was never sure when people were jesting with her. Her ladies had hinted at these things and their salacious gossip had filled in other gaps. Since her father had died, they had been even more forthcoming on the inner machinations of marriage, as it was assumed that King Henry would want her safely wedded. It was unusual for a girl of her years to be both unwed and unbetrothed. Alais had more than a suspicion that her father had simply refused to admit her growing maturity, wrongly assuming that there was time enough for these things. When the last wisp of hair had been removed from her sex, Cynric laid down his razor and Alais breathed a deep sigh of relief. He lifted her in his arms as though she weighed naught and placed her upon the bed once more. "There, now we are both cleansed and civilized. I wanted your wedding night to be thus, I make no promises for the future however." He fetched the wine and held it to her lips, encouraging her to drink. "Don't worry so. I've no wish to take you while you're in your cups but a little wine will help to minimise your discomfort. It is always thus, the first time." Cynric returned the beaker to the table and then moved to his pile of clothes and searched within them. He returned with a gold circlet, finely worked to look like a plaited rope. He twisted it open and then placed it about her neck. "My wedding gift to you, though you need no adornments." He said, with a flourish. Alais looked from the circlet about her neck to the emerald set ring he had removed from one of his little fingers and given to her as they said their vows. She really was married and he really was going to impregnate her. Then, to her surprise, Cynric took her wrists and bound them once more to the headboard. She stared up at him, wide eyed and confused. He wrapped her long red tresses around his fist and pulled her head back sharply. Cynric then leaned down and spoke low into her ear, his swollen, pulsing penis resting against her skin. "You will learn to trust me Alais. You will learn to trust me with your life, your love and your lands. I may be ambitious and determined but I'm not a witless ogre. If I had wanted to rape you and plant a bastard in your womb, I would have done so and I would have enjoyed your defilement immensely. You are my wife, so much more than a passing amusement. I need you and I so will not damage you... beyond repair. Now relax my love, all that is to transpire this night will be pleasurable to you and afterwards, you will thank me for it. If I hurt you and there is no pleasure, you may call me 'Cynric' and I will stop. At all other times now and for the future, you will address me as 'Lord.' It is fitting for your youth and my new station." She felt him smile triumphantly against her cheek. He kissed his way along her jaw, over her throat and down to her breasts. He looked up at her again, his tanned face and dark curls hovering threateningly over her quivering, white fleshed orbs with their delicate, rose petal nipples. "Women know so little of their own bodies. You have seen women suckling babes?" Alais nodded. "Well to suckle a babe is painful so to mitigate that pain, there is a great capacity for pleasure." He kissed and suckled her breasts, gentle at first and then more passionately. Alais heard a strained moan leave her throat as her back arched slightly with the intensity of the sensations he was inflicting upon her. She had never imagined such sweet waves of arousal could ripple through her, gently, like a warm summer breeze upon water. She felt more fluid leak from her sex and knew it now to be evidence of her pleasure. Cynric rolled a nipple between his teeth, biting down on it. His name flew to her lips but she exhaled with a soft cry and left it unuttered as a strong pulse answered in her loins. "Open your legs for me, little Duchess." He murmured and she did so, almost in a trance. Her head was flung back and her eyes closed. She felt a pressure between her thighs and looked up, suddenly afraid. To her surprise, Cynric had moved down her body and his face was nestled between her legs. She almost asked him what he thought he was doing but checked the impulse. "This is why I prefer you shaven." He explained. "You will soon understand why, calm yourself girl." Alais watched, incredulous, as his tongue snaked out from between his lips and licked along the outside of her sex. He licked and kissed his way around her sexlips and then worked inwards, tasting her leaked fluid and sending tremors ricocheting through her body. He flickered his tongue over her clitoris and then sucked it, drawing it into his mouth. Alais was lost. She moaned and writhed, so much so that he grabbed her hips and held her in place as he worked. His movements became more earnest, kissing, sucking and licking her inside out. Occasionally, he even pressed his teeth to her clitoris and growled with satisfaction as her hips bucked and shuddered. Alais could feel pressure mounting within her and started to panic, feeling that she might become overwhelmed and have to beg him to stop. Sensing a change in her, Cynric gripped her buttocks and lifted her up to his face, lashing his tongue over her furiously and sucking on her clit as though he wanted to pull it away from her and eat it. Then he pressed down with his whole face, rubbing his teeth against her clitoris and growling into her soaking flesh. Alais arched up with a yell and her legs wrapped around his head instinctively as her loins liquefied with white heat and wave after wave of nirvana rocked her slim body. She bucked and writhed, voiding more warm juice onto his face and it was some long moments before she was capable of thought. He lowered her bottom back onto the bed and stared at her hungrily as she regained her breath. He leaned forward over her and kissed her once more, forcing Alais to taste her arousal on his lips. "I suppose you have lain with many women." She ventured, wondering how many casual liaisons a man of his years would have tallied. "I had a mistress for a number of years. She was lovely and bore me a son before she died of a winter fever. He is training in warfare with a friend of mine, a handsome lad of twelve. If I can persuade King Henry to save himself a battle and accept that I am here to stay, my son will join me." Cynric fetched the wine and shared a beaker with Alais. Old and experienced as he was, Cynric was enraptured. Her flame red curls fanned across the bed, darkened with sweat near her scalp. Her swollen nipples, lips and sex burned bright against her alabaster complexion and there was a rose coloured flush across her cheeks and throat. Alais gazed up at him in exhausted wonder and her dark green eyes flashed with a new knowledge and maturity. She was stunning and she was his possession as the gold at her throat reminded him, as in turn it would remind her every day. He reached down and stroked himself absently, his cock was so hard that it pained him. He moved forwards and straddled her chest, bringing his penis up to her lips. "Now you may thank me." He said. Alais opened her mouth uncertainly and Cynric cautioned her to cover her teeth with her lips. He pressed into that warm, wet mouth and sighed with pleasure. She learned swiftly, sucked him well and he sawed his organ in and out of her, being careful not to become too aroused. After a time, Cynric gripped the headboard and pressed Alais's head back against it, trapping her there. He forced as much of his member as she could take without choking, in and out of her, ensuring that she breathed between strokes. There was time enough to teach her how to swallow his entire length and hold her breath for longer than a drowning witch. When he had had enough, he abruptly withdrew. He slid down her body and pressed his fingers against the apex of her thighs, feeling for the wetness there. He unbound her wrists once more and drew her to him, spreading her legs wide beneath him and pressing his straining penis against her slippery core. Her arms wound about him and Cynric leaned down to claim a deep kiss as he pressed himself into her, feeling her shudder and gasp as he took her maidenhead, the warm rush of blood against his cock and then finally, the end of her channel as his balls fell softly against her. Cynric paused as he felt her contract around him, then thrust slowly, almost pulling out before pressing in again. He angled his thrusts downwards, rubbing against her clitoris and hopefully pressing against the sweet spot up inside her. Alais gazed up at him, overwhelmed but moving with him, her pleasure mounting again as her wetness and heat increased. "So this is the act of love Alais, how do you like it?" He asked. "It is not as bad as I had imagined." She replied flippantly. Cynric got into his rhythm and began to take her more forcefully, pushing her legs further apart and making her more flustered. "How bad did you imagine it could be I wonder?" Cynric gave a few more thrusts and then withdrew. He grabbed Alais around the waist and flipped her over, pulling her up onto her hands and knees. He then entered her from behind and began pounding her into her body with speed and force. He twisted his fist in her hair and pulled her head back and when she looked upon him, he was menacing and feral. "This is how animals rut with each other Alais, because it goes in deeper." He skewered her on a particularly savage thrust and ignored her when she cried out. Cynric lifted her by the hair and tipped them back until she was sat upon his spread thighs, he bucked up into her as gravity forced her down on his cock until it hurt her and set a savage pace. He kept her head tipped back, her body tightly arched and sank his teeth into her neck as he fucked her. His free hand snaked around to her clitoris as she moaned his name, hoping for respite. "I have been very good to you tonight Alais. I could have had you like this from the start, held you down, ripped into your body without warning and savoured every last one of your tears. No pleasurable touches, no preparation. In the eyes of your church, you are my possession and to treat you thus
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is not even a sin." His fingers moved faster over the slippery bead of flesh and he pinched it for good measure. Alais moaned again and he threw her forwards, onto all fours once more. He kicked her legs apart with his knees and slammed into her as hard and as fast as his powerfully built physique would allow him, holding her in place by her hair. "Stop! Cynric please stop! You said that you would not hurt me and I have let you do as you will... please!" Alais looked around at Cynric but there was not a trace of mercy in his expression. "You will fear me Alais and you will be obedient to me at all times or I will hurt you... very much... there are many, many ways in which I can do this. You will respect me and you will never betray me or I will be forced to reprimand you and believe me, it will not be swift or pleasant." He pressed her clitoris again with his other hand and rubbed and pinched it rapidly until Alais screamed and bucked back against him, her whole body shuddering as another orgasm ripped through her, much more forcefully than the first. He continued to fuck her, paying her climax no heed and seeking his own. Within a few more moments he was there and he grabbed her hips and yanked them back as he arrowed his seed into her, grinding himself into her and pressing his weight onto her back. Alais's knees gave way and she collapsed under him, sobbing quietly through shock and fear. "Did I not say there would be pleasure? Tell me little wife, which 'petit mort' was the strongest for you, the first or the last? There is no true pleasure without pain, as my battered member will attest to." Cynric lifted himself from her back and turned her over. He straddled her chest once more and pressed his deflating member to her lips. "Clean it for me." He commanded. She did so, grimacing at the warm, viscous texture of their mingled effluvia, edged with the metallic taste of her own blood. Cynric fetched the bedclothes from the floor and drew her into his arms, kissing her forehead and becoming tender once more. "There, you have survived your first night of marriage. I will ask no more of you until the morrow. You did well, better than I expected." Cynric squeezed her once more and then turned away to sleep with his back to her. Alais lay quietly and tried to ignore the soreness webbing her body and pulsing between her slick thighs. Cynric's seed oozed from her like pus from a wound and she wondered if it would make her pregnant. You wake in the morning. Turning toward the man whose bed you're sharing, you see that he's still asleep. No surprise; you and he were up quite late, enjoying each other. You're ready for another round, but he shows no sign of waking. He's gorgeous lying there beside you; you want to touch him, but don't quite dare. And so your inner debate begins. Kiss him. "I can't. He's sleeping." Wake him up, then. "He was so tired last night. I don't want to bother him." You wouldn't be bothering him. He wants you as much as you want him. Didn't last night prove that? "Yes, but he wants me while he's awake. He hasn't been feeling well, he said. He needs his sleep." And you need to touch him. So give him a kiss. "That would wake him up." Exactly. How do you know he isn't waiting for you to wake him? You know what his fantasy is. "Yeah. To wake up with his cock in a woman's mouth. But I can't do that." Start small. Kiss his shoulder. His naked shoulder is tantalizingly close to your mouth. His skin is so smooth, the tattoo on his upper arm so sexy, you want to touch your lips to it. But... "He might not want to wake up yet. It's early." He's lying next to a naked woman. Of course he wants to wake up. I bet he's got a hard-on in his sleep, just knowing you're here. "I need to go to the bathroom. Maybe when I get back, he'll be awake." You slip out of bed, careful not to make too much noise or movement, and leave the room. When you return, he's still asleep, lying in the same position as before. You slide back under the covers and stare at him. "He is so hot... I can't believe we spent the night together." If he's so hot, wake him up! He didn't have you stay over so you could lie here questioning yourself. You gently put your hand on his shoulder. He stirs, but doesn't wake. Emboldened, you put your arm around him, bringing your body closer to his. Still he sleeps. "Damn it. I thought that would wake him up." Wake him with a kiss, Princess Charming. "Ha, ha, very funny." You study his face, the long-lashed eyes still closed, the sensuous lips... "I wish I could kiss him." You can. It's easy. Just put your lips against a body part.. "But that will wake him up." No duh! That's what I'm telling you to do! Wake him up and fuck his brains out. "Yeah, right." Okay, wake him by fucking his brains out. Isn't that the rest of his fantasy? A woman sucking his cock and then riding him while he's sleeping, so he wakes up inside her? "Yeah, but I can't do that. It would just seem wrong. Besides, he's only been sleeping a few hours. He needs his sleep." He needs you to make a move on him. Be a woman, would you? You start to kiss his shoulder, but stop yourself. He moans slightly in his sleep. Is he waking? You hold your breath for a moment, then release it when his eyes fail to open. This is ridiculous. How hard is it to just kiss the guy, for crying out loud? "Obviously pretty hard. What if he gets mad at being woken up?" What if he gets mad because you don't? Honestly, you've spent the night with a guy before. "Yeah, but not this guy. And the others woke up before me." Just kiss him, for pete's sake! It isn't frigging rocket science! You've been planning for days to help him fulfill that fantasy of his, and now you won't even kiss him? Chickenshit! "Yep, I am." You touch his hair. "He's sleeping so soundly. I can't wake him up." Fine. Just lie there and be bored then. I give up. You snuggle against him, hoping that he'll wake up soon. Closing your eyes, you try to sleep again, but have no luck. "Maybe I should wake him up." Go for it. But I'm done trying to talk you into it. He turns toward you and opens his eyes. "Good morning," he says. "Have you been awake long?" "No, not really," you lie. "Good." He pushes back the covers and gets out of bed. "Go ahead and watch TV or something. Make yourself at home. I'll be out in a minute." He walks away and shuts himself in the bathroom. You go to the living room and turn on the TV. Curling up on the couch, you mentally kick yourself. Opportunity lost. My given name is Alexandra but you can call me Alex. That's what the people I care about call me. I'm 29 years old and identify as lesbian. My sexual preference is young girls. Legal age, of course, but barely legal, thank you! This doesn't mean I don't have men in my life: I do. They are my clients, and they call me many names: Jennifer, Tiffany, Cheryl. I call my clients one name: Daddy. As in, "I want you to fuck me, Daddy." And, "oh Daddy, I love to feel you inside me." And "fill me with your cum, Daddy!" Whatever it takes to get the old fucks off. I'm a whore, and a well-paid one to boot. Now I'm aware that some working girls, as the sisterhood has always been known, now are calling themselves "sex workers." I don't deny that providing sex is work but I don't like the term. I think they are copying academics who want to regularize what they call sex work. I'm down with that, but consider: a camgirl is a sex worker, as is a stripper, as is an escort, as is a sugar baby, as is a trophy wife married to a much older man, and fuck it, as is a wife, period. They are all providing sexual gratification, mainly to men, in exchange for material recompense. After all, we don't call dentists and dental hygienists "tooth workers," although they both work on our teeth. So I'm a whore, and have no qualms about calling myself a whore. My therapist says I have unresolved daddy issues. My real father died in a car crash when I was very young and my mother remarried a real bastard, who did things to me I can't describe here because of the age limits on this site, especially after my mom died, so you'll have to use your filthy imagination. Let's just say that when I left home at age 18 with a few hundred dollars in my pocket that I stole from the pig, I had no interest whatsoever in men. Of course now I do have sex with a few very wealthy men for money. It helps pay the rent and keeps me in champaign and caviar. But I get as much money, if not more, from my best client, my former mistress, Barbara. Speaking again of names, to her face, I still call Barbara "Mistress" because she needs to have everyone in her household or her employ be her slave, but it's been years since I was a submissive slut in her bed. To me, she's a client, a very good one, but it's no longer her aging cunt I crave but the lovely young runaways she collects - I was once one such - and especially her pet slave and bedmate Kimmie, the Korean girl she bought in a Seoul brothel. Kimmie is 18 and I go crazy slurping her pussy juices and fingering her tight little cunt and her tighter asshole. But I am getting ahead of myself. I met Barbara when I got off the bus in city. I had run away from the small town I had grown up in with a few hundred dollars I had stolen from my stepfather, the pig who had... me (cannot say here), the minute I turned 18. I had stuck around to graduate high school because I wasn't stupid enough to go off on my own without even a high school diploma. And I had read up on what happens to so many runaway girls in the city and I did not want to become one of them. In a way, I did become one of them because I became a whore, but I'm more of a high-class provider of a very specialized service for wealthy perverts rather than a streetwalker and crack addict. Which is what so many runaways become. I had sat in the very back of the bus so I was the last person to get off. I had noticed several other teenage girls on the bus, each traveling alone with only a knapsack, and had pegged them for runaways. Sure enough, when I got off the bus, I saw that each one had attracted a gaggle of well-dressed bling- wearing young dudes whose outifts proclaimed "pimp" loudly. "Pathetic, isn't it?" I turned my head and saw standing beside me a middle- aged but attractive matron, dressed to the nines in designer clothing and wearing elegantly understated jewelry, her blonde hair cut stylishly. "These pimps will tell the girl how pretty she is, offer her a place to stay and food and drugs, become her so-called boyfriend, then say he's invited some friends over for a party and he wants her to 'be nice' to them. Before she knows what end is up, six men will have gang raped her and her so-called boyfriend, who has addicted her to heroin or crack, will be beating her if she doesn't go out on the street to turn tricks. In a few years, she'll be a washed-out, used-up piece of shit but he won't care as he will have found several others by then. Pathetic." "So what do you offer that's better?" I asked bluntly. "What's your name?" she asked. "Alex." "Barbara. I am glad to meet you." She took my hand in hers and held it tightly in her grip. "What I can offer is shelter, food, and whatever you want. You can participate in the games we play in my house or just watch or stay a few days and leave. It's up to you. I never force anyone to do anything. I get off on having people submit to me willingly. If you stay, you will call me Mistress and service me as I require. If you don't wish to submit, you won't owe me a thing. I'm rich enough to give away whatever I want and still have plenty left." Although I knew I would never totally submit to anyone, I found her compelling and authoritative. She was strong, sure of herself, and completely in command, all qualities I aspired to have but knew that I lacked. Perhaps she can teach me, I thought. "I'll come along with you," I said, "and about the rest, we'll see how we get on." "Quite right, Alex," Barbara said. She took out a pager and pushed a button. A moment later, a limosine pulled up. The liveried chauffer got out and opened the back door for Barbara and me to enter. Then he got back behind the wheel and drove off. The first thing I noticed was that the windows were tinted black so that nobody could look in. The second thing I noticed was the three giggling blonde teenage girls in the back seat, all dressed identically in short shorts and spaghetti strap t-shirts with the word "houseslut" written out in cursive. "These are a few of my girls," Barbara said. "Do they please you? Would you like to fuck one of them? Would you like one of them or all of them to fuck you? They will do anything you want if I tell them to. Isn't that right, sluts?" Barbara asked them. "Yes, Mistress. We sluts exist to serve you," they said in unison, then broke out in helpless giggles. Barbara whispered in my ear, "They're high most of the time and complete airheads, though I find them charming and love to have them lick my cunt. But they need someone responsible to manage them and discipline them. Perhaps administering discipline would appeal to you, Alex." "Maybe," I said. This was all going very fast. "As to fucking, I think I'll wait on that till I'm more sure of what I want." "As you wish, dear," Barbara said. "Meanwhile we have a long ride ahead of us and Mommy needs her pussy licked. Tiffany," she addressed one of the blondes, "come here and suck my cunt." "Yes, Mistress, of course Mistress," the girl said, kneeling on the floor of the car, pulling up Barbara's skirt, and removing her panties. "This slut is pleased to serve the Mistress." Where on earth did she learn this corny banter, I wondered. But I had a close- up view of Barbara's shaved pussy as Tiffany inserted a finger into it and leaned in to suck and lick her Mistress. Meanwhile the other two girls, their names being Amber and Jennifer as I learned later, lay down head to toe and began to lick and finger each other's pussies. Soon the car was filled with the sounds and smells of sex and while I was not touching myself, I found myself getting more and more aroused. Forty-five minutes later we arrived at Barbara's country estate. The massive iron gates swung open as the limo entered the grounds and then closed behind us. I wondered whether I could adopt to the life Barbara was offering. _(Author's note: This story is an entry into the third Friendly Anonymous Writing Challenge (FAWC). The true author of this story will be kept secret until Wednesday, November 20, 2013, when the author will be revealed in the comments section following this story. There are no prizes awarded during FAWC; this is simply a friendly competition.)_ _(Inspiration for this and all FAWC 3 stories was taken from a single picture, which can be found[here](http://forum.literotica.com/attachment.php?attachmentid=1314237&d=1382517468))_ _The tags for this story are FAWC, Outdoors, Brunette, Shy, Plump, Fat, Food, Jealousy, Water, Outside_ * * * * Erica Mitchell hated the artwork that covered a large portion of the living room wall in her parent's house. Her father hung the massive piece the year she turned twenty-one. Bright orange life jackets and chair mats added the only color to the vacation scene. Endless clear water, intended to entice the viewer into booking their next trip to the island resort, annoyed her. Although she refused to admit it even to herself, she envied the brunette captured in the midst of a swim. The woman was all that Erica wasn't—slender, athletic, and seemingly comfortable with her body. She portrayed the confident woman Erica wished she could be. As the woman swam, she appeared to be ignoring the man reclining in a lounge chair just yards away. Even though she didn't date, Erica couldn't understand why the couple didn't seem to notice each other. "Maybe they argued, or secretly hate each other, or maybe they're really undercover agents waiting to meet up with a snitch," she whispered, expanding the scene from her imagination. "No matter what, I wouldn't let him ignore me if he was my man." She shook her head and retreated to her room where she sprawled over the bed until dinnertime. Climbing the stairs took all the energy she had left after working eight hours. "Honey, dinner's ready. I fixed your favorites," her mother yelled an hour later. "Be right there." She hefted herself off the sagging mattress at the same time her stomach growled. Lucy Mitchell loved to cook and eat. After her husband passed away, the elderly woman stopped both, a fact her daughter discovered months later during a visit home. Convinced she would lose her one remaining parent if she didn't intervene, Erica quit her job, sold her belongings, and moved in with her mother. Her old bedroom hadn't changed since she was a teenager. Rock star posters plastered the walls. Stacks of magazines covered the vanity. Pink fringe hung from the ends of her tattered bedspread. Boxing up her old things and shopping for replacements took more ambition than she had. Tantalizing smells greeted her as soon as she opened her door. Erica hurried down the steps and went into the dining room. Platters of crispy deep-fried chicken, homemade French fries, hush puppies, and golden biscuits covered the green paisley tablecloth. She kissed her mother's cheek in a show of appreciation as she stared at the food. "You didn't have to do all this." "I know, but your father... he enjoyed my cooking, and I miss making his favorite foods." "I miss him, too, Mama." "Eat while it's hot. Lucy dabbed the corner of her eyes with her apron before she sat across from her daughter. Erica bowed her head while her mother recited the brief prayer that had been a part of the family routine since she was a child. Instead of closing her eyes, though, she devoured the food in front of her, anticipating the first bites of each dish. "And thank you, Lord, for sending Erica home. Amen." "Amen," Erica said, reaching for the chicken as she spoke. Neither spoke for several minutes. Erica filled her plate even as she chewed on a chicken leg. Her mother smiled at the success of her hard work preparing the meal. "How was work today, Erica? Did you meet anyone new?" Erica hated everything about her job at the call center. Spending eight hours a day listening to irate customers led to constant headaches. Even worse, if the girl was honest, was working with dozens of people who were trim, athletic, and confident, compared to her introverted personality and plump figure. Each day, as she sat in the employee break room, she watched the popular girls. Listening wasn't always possible, but if she had a table close enough, she did the best she could to hear their every word. "Is there any dessert?" The young woman diverted her mother's attention instead of answering her questions. "Oh, I made pecan pie..." Lucy kept talking as she disappeared into the kitchen. Erica slid her greasy plate of chicken bones to the side before her mother returned. Then she blocked out the faint voice in her head that told her she didn't need more calories and picked up her fork. She loved pecan pie. "Have another slice, honey. You know it's always best when it's fresh." Lucy cut through the rich filling before her daughter answered. She slid the over-sized piece of dessert onto the plate and smiled. "I'll take care of the dishes tonight. You go sit and relax. Maybe watch some TV. Your father always put his feet up in that old recliner..." Erica saw the change in her mother's expression but kept quiet. Conversations about her parents embarrassed the young woman. As a child, her father made fun of her shape. He would ask her to bring him a glass of water, then a napkin or the paper, just to make her walk more. His constant reminders of calorie count left her nauseous. Yet she continued to eat and to gain weight. Determined to block her father from her mind, Erica left the small dining room to do as her mother suggested. The first thing she saw when she entered the living room was the huge picture. Bile rose in her throat as she imagined stuffing her body into a bathing suit for an exotic vacation. Disgusted, wishing she could block the entire scene from her mind, she turned away, but images of skinny people remained. Erica heard the clanging of dishes and running water just as a popular evening game show began. The noise escalated each time she clicked the remote to increase the volume. Aggravated at her life in general, the young woman threw the small black device across the room and hefted herself into a standing position. She swore at the framed artwork before climbing the steps to her room, blaming the woman in the water for her frustration. Lucy finished cleaning the kitchen and went to join her daughter for the evening only to find the room empty. She flipped the button on the television and turned off the lights. The older woman hated to be alone in the room she associated most with her late husband. He chose the décor, including the oversized framed vacation scene. The multi-colored sofa supposedly matched well with the orange in the picture. No matter how many times she looked at it she never saw the appeal he had. Trapped in her room before eight in the evening, Erica soon became bored. The silence from the main floor was an indication that her mother was in her room. Images of the pecan pie floated into her vision as she paced the small room. She slipped the button of her jeans loose to rub her stomach where the waistband dug into her skin and caused a rash that constantly itched. Her fingernails dug into the tender flesh as her feet took her down the steps into the kitchen for another slice of pie. A can of soda went into her sweater pocket so she could cut into the gooey dessert as she walked to her room. There she washed the sweetness off her teeth with the sugary soda. The belch that escaped brought her last bite of pie up again, a common occurrence for the young woman. With it floating between her throat and her stomach, she stripped out of the tight clothing and donned a baggy nightgown. Then she crawled into bed and went to sleep. **** Lucy was the first one awake so she could prepare breakfast for her daughter. The loneliness of the night before disappeared as she fried bacon and eggs and waited for the bread to pop free from the toaster. "Erica, your breakfast is ready!" Lucy stood at the bottom of the steps the way she had when her daughter was younger. She hummed as she thought about what she would fix for dinner that night. Maybe lasagna, she decided as Erica opened her door. "Good morning, honey." Erica's night hadn't been restful and she wasn't in a good mood. Her stomach lurched at the mention of food until she smelled bacon. "You fixed bacon?" The question didn't require an answer. Lucy noted the smile covering her daughter's face and beamed. Ten minutes later, with her insulated lunch bag in hand, Erica left for work. Her mood remained fair until she made her routine morning stop at the local coffee shop drive through window. "One extra large caramel cappuccino with double syrup and whipped cream," Erica said into the machine when it was her turn. Crackled sounds burst from the speakers with what Erica knew to be her total for the drink. She didn't need anyone telling her the amount—she ordered the same drink each day. "Seven-ninety-six, please," the young girl at the window said. Erica handed the girl her money as fast as she could. Young and athletic, the girl had dark hair, the same color as the woman in the painting at her mother's house. Within a minute or two, she had her change and her drink, and drove away. The brief interaction affected her mood immediately. "What kind of couple goes to an exotic island so he can sit and read while she swims? She's so skinny I'm surprised she doesn't float away. And why would anyone want to stare at all that orange and brown? I swear I'm going to rip it off the wall one day soon. Or maybe I'll..." She grumbled throughout the day, between customer calls, and during breaks. The only time she appeared happy was when she pulled her lunch out of her bag. Homemade bread held thick layers of sliced ham, cheese, and tomatoes. Lettuce from her mother's garden completed the sandwich. Erica consumed the meal in a short time. Crumbs clung to her shirt and around her lips, a fact she didn't give a thought to, or care about. The food had all her attention. Filled once more, she went back to work. Her shift ended at five and Erica drove home as if by remote. She longed to change out of the tight fitting dress slacks and top her employer required as daily work attire. The evening went like all others. Lucy greeted her daughter from the kitchen where she was checking the lasagna. She slid the garlic bread into the oven and turned to set the table. Erica appeared several minutes later in an old pair of sweat pants and a T-shirt that barely covered her stomach. Comfort won over style. Dinner passed in near silence. Erica had seconds and even thirds of the spicy dish. When they finished, they cleaned the kitchen together, then went in to watch TV. Determined to ignore the painting, Erica tried to stay focused on the news. The orange life jackets pulled her their direction anyway. "Why did daddy buy that?" "What?" "Were you with him? What did he see in it?" Reports of an arrest involving her favorite movie star held Lucy's attention. Erica shook her head at her mother's lack of interest. "Stupid rich brat," she mumbled. Wiggling her bottom toward the edge of the easy chair stopped her grumbling. She focused on pushing her weight up and went into the kitchen. Within minutes, she had a serving of lasagna heating in the microwave. She didn't even bother sitting at the table, choosing to lean against the counter, propping the warm plate on her chest. It didn't take her long to consume the entire serving. Her mother was still listening to the local news on her way through to her bedroom. Their days and weeks formed a pattern. The women had dinner together and watched TV until they fell asleep. Eventually, they woke long enough to stagger to bed for the night. Erica's clothes no longer fit and climbing steps left her short of breath. Instead of working to lose weight, she ate more to forget how unhappy she was. Lucy didn't realize the very foods she loved cooking were killing her daughter. Despite living in the same house, and spending time with each other, they rarely talked about anything personal. The picture became a constant reminder to the young woman of all that she wasn't. At night, in her room, she often imagined tossing it into a fire, or throwing it off a skyscraper. The images were the only source of humor in her life, making her laugh in a distorted, insane way. The more she hated her life, the more the artwork seemed to haunt her. To avoid the picture, she spent evenings in her room, closed off from the only television set in the house. A tiny radio crackled country music for her entertainment. Late one night, she crept down the stairs to find a snack. Laughter stopped her cold. "You'll never look like me if you stuff your face that way each night." "Who... where..." The artwork hadn't moved yet there was something different. The water shimmered under the bright tropical sun to reflect on her skin. A glance to the right showed the young man staring at her from the cabana deck. Muscles flexed as he stepped closer. "I know you want my man. I see how you look at him. He'll never leave me for someone like you." The voice taunted Erica. She touched the wall to steady herself before shaking her head. "No, there's no one talking. I'm tired. It's the heat or—" "Oh, but I'm right here, enjoying this gorgeous hideaway with my lover while you're sitting home stuffing your face." Erica fled to the safety of her bedroom without looking at the artwork again. She hid under the covers where she stayed the entire night. **** Garbled voices mocked and harassed her throughout her days... and invaded her sleep. Dreams became nightmares with dozens of brunettes surrounding her as she attempted to keep from sinking in the warm island waters. Images of beached whales accompanied male voices ridiculing her figure. The voices followed her to work where she lost her temper with customers. Still she blocked them out long enough to devour mounds of high calorie foods that added more pounds to her weight. The relaxing view of the island hideaway tormented her until she couldn't take more. "You aren't real," she screamed. "You're a stupid painting with ugly colors and I hate you." Her voice rose with each word until her mother ran into the room. "What's wrong? You scared the dickens out of me." Lucy fumbled for the light switch while struggling to pull her tattered bathrobe across her chest. Her toes connected with the leg of the end table seconds before the bulb flickered to life. "Oh lord, my toes, I think I broke—" "You don't know anything, you scrawny bitch." Lucy gasped at the words she thought her daughter aimed her direction until she realized Erica faced the wall. "I'll show you, you twig, you—" The artwork banged into the wall each time Erica pulled on the edge. She didn't hear—or see—her mother moving toward her "Wait, you'll ruin it, and your father paid good money for that ugly thing," Lucy said, pushing against her daughter. "You're nothing but trash." A loud crack shocked Lucy but didn't stop her daughter. She tore at the artwork with her fingernails while continuing her tirade against the unseen person from her mind. Helpless, Lucy backed away as the entire painting pulled free from the wall. Erica fell with the mangled work crashing onto the floor. Silence followed for several seconds until Lucy began screaming. "You son of a—" "What the hell?" Five manila envelopes lay scattered amongst the wrecked artwork. Erica scooted into a sitting position in time to see her mother empty the contents of one of the envelopes. Tightly bound stacks of money fell at her feet. They scrambled to check the other four before either spoke again. Their words bounced off each other in their excitement. "For years I—" "He pointed to that skinny bitch and mocked me—" "I struggled to pay the bills and he—" "Damn him," they yelled in unison. Their rants turned to laughter. The maniacal sounds ended with both women in tears, but not tears of sadness. "I bet he planned to vacation at that ugly hideaway after I died," Lucy said. "Stupid fool should have thought twice before getting on a damn motorcycle for the first time when it was raining." "Mama, you're rich. You're rich," Erica yelled, tossing a handful of bundled money into the air. "You found it, you should have it." "No, no, it's not mine, it isn't even my house." "But you would have found it after, you know, I passed, so..." They sat in the midst of the destroyed artwork and the money discussing what to do with their newfound wealth. Toward morning, Lucy offered to cook. Erica had other plans. "Mama, listen, remember when daddy used to tease me about being fat, and he always pointed to that woman in the picture?" Lucy nodded but didn't reply before her daughter continued. "I know just the thing to do with all this money. What if we..." **** They lounged outside the cabana. Bright sun reflected off the clear water. Erica adjusted her bathing suit and smiled. A little over a year had passed since the discovery of the money; a time of major changes in both women. "You look great, honey." "Thanks, Mom. This place, the people, the water... it's all so energizing. I can't believe how sad my life was before the surgery. Without that money, I would still be stuffing my face." Erica's weight loss surgery had been more successful than she thought possible. A two-hundred pound loss transformed her into a trim energetic young woman. Her confidence rose as her body shrank. "Who would have thought we would be here, at this gorgeous tropical resort, just like that couple in the painting." "I feel sorry for that brunette, though. She was stuck in that horrible artwork with barely any color to brighten the days," Erica said with a laugh. Brightly colored umbrellas dotted the beach area across from the cabana. Lush towels, in sunny yellow, lay in stacks for the guests. "I think I'll take a walk," Erica said, looking at a group of young men leaning against the bar. Lucy smiled and hoped their next expense from the money would be a wedding.
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One thing about Angie she loves men but sometimes she likes the tenderness of a woman as well. No one knows this about her. She loves the feel of a woman's body and knows all the right places to touch and sometimes the desire for that is pretty overwhelming. Now Angie is in her mid 40's and being divorced she wants to experiment with her needs and desires. She tells her close friend Bob about her desire for a woman. "I can fix you up with a really nice young girl I know" Bob says. "She is a bit younger than you but she likes women" Bob grins. "I know she will like you because you are older and sexy and love sex." He begins to give her that look. "But I need someone who will be discreet and is clean." Angie says. "I don't want just anyone I want a petite girl that is cute." She says. "I haven't done this in a long time and the desire is there and I want to find someone." Angie continues. "Do I get to watch?" Bob asked. "We will see." She told him. A few days later Angie was at work and Bob called and told her to come by that he had someone he wanted her to meet. Someone he thought she might like. When Angie got off work she headed to Bob's house. When she got there he was pretty excited and told her I have found you just the girl I think you will like. She is 33, cute, and likes men and women. She will be here in about an hour to meet you. Angie got really nervous because she wasn't prepared for this. "I need a drink." She said. "I am not sure I can do this after all." She said. Bob walked over to the counter and got her a vodka and sprite. He was smiling when he walked over and gave it to her. She took it from him and drank about half of it before she realized it. She started to feel a bit more relaxed. Not quiet sure what to expect when this girl arrived. Angie was nervous because she wasn't sure about the girl being so much younger. She had actually hoped for someone more her own age. Someone that would be discreet. Angie is very private about her life and works with the public so a lot of people know her from her job. They all know her one way professionally and as an everyday woman. When Angie leaves work at the end of the day she has a whole different private life that is unknown to most people. So yes she is nervous. Suddenly the doorbell rings and Bob goes to the door. In walks a small young nice looking girl and she gives Bob a big kiss and walks over to Angie and gives her a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, I am Suzanne, its nice to meet you." The young girl says to Angie. "Nice to meet you too." Angie replies. "I have heard a bit about you and am excited to meet you." Suzanne says. "Bob said you were a nice looking older woman but he didn't do you justice." Suzanne told Angie. Angie and Suzanne take their drinks into the bedroom and shut the door and leave Bob in the other room while they chat a bit. Angie and Suzanne both undressed and lay on the bed just chatting and fondling each others breasts. Angie has small round breasts with big nipples and Suzanne has very small almost flat ones with little nipples. They both like each others breasts. Suzanne bends down and takes Angie's breast in her hand and gently sucks on the nipple. She runs her tongue around the nipple and Angie moans in pleasure. She is getting pretty excited because she loves the tenderness of a woman. Angie starts kissing Suzanne passionately and caresses her small breasts and gently lowers her hand down and touches Suzanne's hot wet pussy. The juices just make Angie burn with desire. She slides her finger inside and feels the warm sweet cum just ooze through her finger and into her hand. She starts fingering Suzanne's hot pussy with more urgency now. The fire burning in her at the sexual tension she is feeling. She loves this and wants to be in control. Suzanne reaches down and starts rubbing Angie's swollen clit. Hard and aching for release. Angie starts feeling that sweet orgasm coming that she needs so bad right now. She suddenly feels someone grab her feet and pull her off Suzanne. She looks and Bob is there. He has a look in his eyes that she hasn't seen before. They kept their relationship a secret because Bob has a girlfriend. He seems to be very possessive of Angie though and she doesn't care for that but likes the dominant side of him. Bob pulls her to the edge of the bed and tells her to stay there. "I am going to pound your hot ass so don't you move." Bob tells Angie. She starts to move back over to Suzanne and Bob grabs her leg and pulls her back again. " Get your hands off me and let me go."Angie tells him. Bob puts his hands on her chest and holds her down as he takes his leg and forces her legs open. She is getting very aggressive and he knows that means she is hot. She likes the fact that he is getting forceful with her. She smiles at him as he gives her a slap on the ass. Not a hard one but just enough to make it sting. "I am fixing to fuck your ass like you have never been fucked before." Bob said in a husky voice. Suzanne is frightened because she has no idea that this is normal sex for Angie and Bob. She thinks he is forcing Angie but in truth Angie likes this a lot. Suzanne is sitting on the bed watching them. She doesn't know what to do. "I want you to fuck me hard you prick." Angie tells Bob. I want you to put that dick in me and fuck me hard and deep." She pleads. Bob shoves his dick in Angie's hot pussy and starts to fuck her hard. He is showing her no mercy and she is digging her nails in his back as he pounds her. "Damn I want your hot ass on them knees." Bob tells her. He then tells Suzanne to lay in front of Angie so that she can eat her pussy while he fucks her. Angie rolls over on her knees and Bob puts his dick inside her from behind. She tells Suzanne to move closer to her and spread her legs so that she can eat her. Suzanne does as she is told. Her pussy is in front of Angie and she looks at her cute little pussy and slowly licks it with her tongue. Tasting her hot sweet juices and lightly wiggles her tongue on Suzanne's clit and feels it swell. She sticks her tongue inside her hot little hole and taste the juices that are running out. Suzanne is moaning in pleasure and almost screaming with passion. Bob is fucking Angie hard now and Angie is getting close to her climax now. She feels the wonderful feeling from her clit start to tingle and knows she is close. As Bob is reaching his peak he gets more aggressive and Angie turns over real fast and tells him to let her on top. "Please let me on top now I need to be on top so that I can feel you in me deep." Angie pleads. "Oh hell no,you lay that ass down right there and I am going to be on top." He tells her. But Angie is so turned on right now that she pushes him down and crawls on top and takes his cock and shoves it inside her. Bob moans and grabs her hair and pulls her down to him. He kisses her roughly and she lightly bites his lip. "Don't you ever stop fucking me." He tells her. "Don't worry" she smiles" I won't, I need you right now".Angie tells him. She continues fucking him until he cums and when he does he looks at her and say," Damn you are killing me here." She gets up and tells him " I want to watch you fuck Suzanne." "Are you kidding me I don't know if I can get my dick up again."Bob says. "Oh you will and you will fuck her for me." Angie says. Bob goes over to Suzanne and tells her to get on her knees and suck his dick. She goes over and takes his dick and starts sucking on it. Of course his dick is still very sensitive and he cant hardly stand it but Angie knew this and she loves it. She tells him to take it like a man. Enjoy the sensation. "Oh my gosh you bitch I will fuck you again." Bob says to Angie. "Hell no you wont, you will fuck her like I asked you to." Angie replies. He grabs Suzanne and pulls her up and tells her to get on the bed and spread her legs. By now Suzanne is pretty turned on by all of this. She tells Angie she has never seen anything like this. Bob starts fucking Suzanne and Angie watches with a lustful look in her eyes. She really enjoys this and Bob knows this as well. Bob looks over at Angie and she smiles a sweet smile at him and tells him. "Eat her."Angie tells him. Bob doesn't waste any time. He likes doing whatever Angie asks him to do. Angie goes over to the bed and takes Bob's balls in her hand and starts kissing them while he is fucking Suzanne. He starts fucking her faster as Angie is sucking his balls. He moans and starts getting ready to cum. Angie stands back so she can watch. Angie tells Bob to take his dick out before he cums because she wants him to cum on her tits. He pulls his dick out of Suzanne and goes over to Angie and she takes his dick and milks it until he cums on her tits. She then takes the cum and rubs it all over her tits and chest and sighs a big sigh and smiles at Bob and tells him that he was great. Angie then goes over to the dresser and takes out a strap on dildo. She likes this little toy very much. She puts it on and walks over to where Suzanne is and tells her that she is going to fuck her better than Bob ever could. Suzanne eagerly looks at Angie and is very aroused. She spreads her legs and Angie sees that hot little pussy and is amazed at how wet it is. She gets on top of Suzanne and takes the strap on in her hand and guides it to that hot little pussy that is waiting. She slides it in slowly and is suddenly excited at the power she feels with that dick strapped on. She thinks to her self of what a man must feel like as he puts his dick inside a hot wet pussy. The feeling must be intense as it goes in. Angie loves being a woman but really loves the power she feels with a dick and what she can do with it. The pleasure she can give and she just goes crazy. She starts grinding her hips and moving in and out and stroking that hot pussy and Suzanne moans at the pleasure she is feeling as Angie slides that cock in and out and seems to now exactly what to do. Bob just stands there watching with an evil grin on his face as he watches his lady do her thing. He knows when she is this turned on she is in her own world. He loves to watch her face as the passion glows. Angie's eyes are closed and she gets so caught up in the moment. She is oblivious of Bob and his obsession. Angie and Suzanne go get into the shower together and Suzanne just keeps looking at Angie and finally asks her about her relationship with Bob. "I have never seen such an intense thing like that before." Suzanne tells Angie. " I know and most people wouldn't understand our relationship but we just click that way." Angie says. Angie lathers Suzanne's breasts and massages them so gently. She likes them because they are small and have little nipples. Angie finds this arousing. She starts kissing Suzanne. Her hand slides down Suzanne's small waist and down between her shaved pussy. She takes her finger and gently strokes her clit and feels Suzanne tremble a bit. Angie puts her lips around her small nipples and begins to suck them lightly. She is glad Bob went into the other room. He is so possessive and she has needs that are like a hunger. She tells Suzanne that they will get together another day alone and have some private time. Suzanne is fascinated by this older woman and loves the way she made her feel. This woman who is not afraid to show her passion and desires and feed them. The passion she felt was unbelievable. She is excited and looks forward to being alone with Angie. They get dressed and go into the kitchen where Bob is on the phone. After he hangs up he looks at Angie and tells her that he had the time of his life and gives her a kiss and she just smiles and tells him that she knows he did. She tells him good bye and her and Suzanne leave. She takes Suzanne home and then she heads home. Angie is still thinking about the strap on and how she enjoyed that so much. She smiles to herself and thinks about the next time that she will wear it. She opens her sunroof, turns up Bob Seger and drives down the highway.
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_This is intended for adults 21 and over only. If you are offended by graphic descriptions of a sexual nature, please, don't read this or download it. If this is illegal wherever you are reading this stop now._ This story is for those who really get into oral and anal - especially if you like rimming and ass-licking, you may enjoy this. MF,cons,fetish,anal,oral * * * * * Let me tell you about what happened to me a few weeks ago. It all involved this young woman named Adriana. We met several times over the past couple months when she visited the office I worked at. I never really paid too much attention due to the short time she was there. Although I did notice how incredibly beautiful she was. A few weeks ago my company decided to open a new office on the other side of the state and I was put in charge of getting it ready and set up. The process, which I had done before, took several weeks to complete. Since it was quite a distance from my home I had decided to stay all week at a hotel and just go home on weekends. Well, in the course of setting up the office Adriana stopped in to help out, which is part of her job for the company she works for. Let me take a moment to describe Adriana. She's 26 years old, about 5'7" tall. When I say she's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, you would have to see her to believe me. She has long blonde hair, more of a sandy blonde, about half way down her back. She let's it flow loosely about her face and it looks just so soft and silky. Now her facial features, well, just drop dead gorgeous and lips to die for. Then as you scan down her body you can't miss her breasts. I figured a 38inch bust and firm. She always wears some sort of blouse or shirt to accent her large breasts and many times I found myself staring at them to see if I could see her nipples showing through. Her waistline is roughly 22 inches and well-proportioned 36 inch hips. She has just an outstanding figure. I never really got to see her legs since she always wore slacks or jeans. But I have to say the way her body fit into her slacks I always looked and stared at her, especially her ass. Oh yes, her ass. Magnificent! Simply magnificent. I couldn't get enough of looking at her ass. In fact after a few times seeing Adriana, I started daydreaming about her. And always I thought of getting into her pants and doing things to that ass, yes, like fucking it. I even dreamed of going down on her and getting a taste of that gorgeous butt. Even just looking at the sexy way she dressed and how she presents herself, she just looked like a girl that enjoys a good night of getting screwed. Of course I never thought that would happen. But it's always nice to have a fantasy. Well, one evening I was having dinner at the hotel and I noticed Adriana come in to be seated. It turned out she was staying at the hotel too for the night. She saw me dining alone and to make a long story short she joined me for dinner. It was a real nice evening having some company for a change. We even shared a couple glasses of wine. At that point we both were finally unwinding after a long day and after finishing our meal and drinks we headed back to our rooms. It was such a nice stroll through the lobby as we chatted. We were having a pretty good time enjoying each others company on a personal rather than business basis. And I have to say I was really enjoying walking with such a beautiful young girl. Adriana certainly draws attention wherever she goes. We got to my room first and I guess the wine made me so bold because I asked if she wanted to come in. She just looked at me smiling as I opened the door and followed me in. Instantly my heart started pounding with the thought that in just a moment I'd be alone with this beauty. When we got inside my room, Adriana turn to me still smiling, reached up putting her arms around me and gave me a soft kiss. She whispered in this incredibly sexy voice into my ear, "Why don't you fuck me." Once I got over the shock, it was then I realized my dream was about to come true. Every thought I had about Adriana being a gorgeous young woman that just looked like she wanted to say "fuck me," well, perhaps it was true. Well it wasn't long and we were both undressing. I couldn't take my eyes off Adriana as I undressed. I wanted to see her remove every piece of her clothing. The anticipation of seeing her naked body was overwhelming. I was so excited. First she took off her blouse. Her breasts were bulging within her bra. I could barely wait to see her tits. Then her slacks dropped to the floor. What beautiful legs, tanned, smooth and perfectly formed right up to her ass. She stood there in bra and panties waiting for me. Then she unhooked her bra and the most gorgeous tits I've ever seen fell free of their constraints. Her nipples were pink and soft. How I desperately wanted to suck them and make them hard. Then she peeled her panties down her legs and stepped out of them. There aren't words to describe what a beautiful woman she was. Adriana was such a hot piece of ass I knew I was going to enjoy every part of her magnificent body. Totally naked, she was some sight to see. I quickly stepped out of my underwear and went to her. I clutched her in my arms, kissing her deeply and caressing those tremendous firm breasts. I could feel her nipples respond becoming hard to my touch. I cupped both of her breasts in my hands then kissed them all over. As I sucked and licked on her soft nipples with my tongue, they became hard in my mouth. I was so excited and she was too, we just fell to the sofa locked together kissing. As she lay there sort of slouched down I worked my mouth down her body. I had to get between her legs to get a taste. I moved my hand to touch between her legs and she was already soaked. As I spread her legs apart wider and viewed her beautiful cunt I could feel my cock becoming hard. Adriana watched me as I moved down and began softly licking up through her already wet cunt. I moved my lips to her and licked the insides of her thighs. She moaned out, "Oh eat me...eat my cunt." I dove right in licking up her inner thighs feeling her soft flesh on my tongue. Then I moved in further licking and mouthing her with my lips to get a good taste. That drove her crazy. I licked up through her slit getting a wonderful taste of her juices. Using my fingers I spread her open. What a beautiful pink cunt. I licked her, sunk my tongue inside her and she moaned even louder, "Oh baby that's it...it feels so good." I licked and tongue fucked her until she was getting pretty delirious with the pleasure I was giving her. Then she wanted to get up. "I want your cock. I want to suck your cock." This young woman knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it. She was obviously hot and horny tonight and needed a stiff cock. So we changed places and I sat on the sofa and Adriana knelt between my legs. I knew I was in for the most pleasurable experience of my life. Here was this drop-dead gorgeous young woman kneeling in front of me ready to give me a blow job. I sat there on the sofa as Adriana just knelt there between my legs playing with my cock. She kept looking at me the whole time. Then she moved towards my cock placing her lips on the head and began to lick it. What an incredible sight to see this beautiful girl licking my cock. She kept watching me and licking and finally taking my cock through her lips. Each time she took me a little deeper until the head of my cock hit the entrance to her throat. I had no idea of what Adriana was about to do. She sucked for awhile longer making my cock rock hard. She even took me to the back of her mouth hitting the entrance to her throat and teasing me there. Oh how I wanted her to swallow me. I wanted to feel my cock buried down her sweet throat. Then she knelt up a little higher and simply pushed her face in between my legs swallowing my whole cock. The feeling was incredible. Adriana backed off and did it again just gobbling my cock down her throat. She was enjoying this too. I thought I was in heaven, but this was just the beginning. The next thing I knew my cock popped out of her mouth and she moved down to my balls. She licked them over and over and then gently took them in her mouth. I could feel her tongue moving around my nut sack as she took me completely in her mouth. She wasn't just mouthing my balls or licking them either. She was really washing them in her mouth. Her tongue was playing with my balls, licking them and tasting them. She was really getting into it too. She would let them pop out of her mouth, tongue them some more, then take them back into mouth completely again. She did this several times while she watched my enjoyment. I absolutely couldn't believe she was doing this. Then she let them fall free of her mouth. As she continued to watch me and gaze into my eyes she moved further down while at the same time pushing my legs up higher. I knew what she wanted to do. And I was amazed at what she was about to do. I helped by pulling my legs back. I watched as Adriana's gorgeous face moved to my ass. I felt her tongue on me. At first a soft lick up my asscrack. Then using her hands to spread my cheeks apart her tongue licked deep up through my crack. She was not shy about it either. Then again she licked deeper until I could feel her tongue lick over my asshole. She pulled my asscheeks apart further, then after looking up at me and smiling, her face went down again and buried in my ass. Her tongue licked and scoured up and down my asscrack until finally stopping and concentrating on my asshole. Over and over Adriana licked me, licked my dirty asshole. Neither one of us had taken the time to shower when we checked into the room. Now here she was pulling harder and harder on my ass to open me up further. She kept pulling, spreading me to make my ass completely exposed to her. Her tongue kept licking. Occasionally the tip of her tongue poked at my tight anal hole attempting to get in. As she saw my asshole began to widen, she pulled even more as she probed her tongue applying pressure on my anus and I could feel her push in me. I couldn't believe this beauty was doing this. She was shoving her tongue inside my ass. I've had a few women lick my ass before and tease my asshole, but nothing like this. This was totally unexpected, especially for a creature as beautiful as Adriana. I just wasn't prepared for her to be so down right dirty and nasty, although many times I daydreamed of her being just this way. What a surprise. "Stand up, baby" she said with noticeable intensity. "I want to lick you some more." I stood up and Adriana guided me standing right over her as she stayed kneeling on the floor. She backed me right up to her face and she started again. Her tongue slipped right between my crack and worked its way inside my ass as she began tongue fucking me. She held my assheeks apart and I helped by squatting and spreading my ass right in her face. Now she had a real easy access to my asshole. I could hardly believe this was happening. Adriana had my asshole opened up and she was moving her tongue in circles licking the rim of my hole. I could feel her tongue slowly moving its way around my spread open anus. She was cleaning me, licking me and enjoying it. She would stop momentarily to take her tongue back in her mouth and softly moan, "Mmmmmmmmmm," to show she was enjoying the taste of my ass. She was driving me crazy. "Do you like me licking your asshole, baby?," she asked. That only made me more nuts. She went back to my asshole this time putting her lips into my asscrack right over my asshole and began sucking. She was holding my thighs and pulling me hard against her face. It wasn't a soft sucking she was doing. She was sucking hard on my butthole and loving it. I could feel her lips buried in my crack and her tongue scouring right on my asshole. Her tongue penetrated my hole at the same time she was licking. I felt her probing inside me as she sucked. And she really loved doing this. I felt her tongue push in and it went in deeper than she been able to before. She was constantly moaning and grunting her satisfaction of what she was doing. It was almost like a gagging sound. All I know it was such an intense sound during her sucking that it was driving me wild. Her noises were as though she was going to suck on my ass until we both collapsed from exhaustion. "Mmmmmmm... Gahhhhhhhhhhhh... ArghhhhhhhMmmmmmmhhhh..." "Her face was pressed hard against my ass and she was shoving her tongue deep in ass. "Ghhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmhhhhhh."Adriana began swirling her tongue around inside me. It was an unbelievable sensation seeing her beautiful face buried in my ass and feeling her tongue literally cleaning not only my anal rim, but actually doing more than that. A couple times I looked between my legs to see her face pushed hard against me. Her lips were furiously working up my ass. And even though I couldn't see what she was doing, I knew her tongue was busy pleasuring me. She was licking and cleaning inside my ass and tasting me. Then I could hear her whispering to me, "do like me sucking your dirty asshole, baby? Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. Do like me sticking my tongue inside your ass? I'm gonna lick you clean, baby. Real clean. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, Ohhhhhhhh, Ohhhhhhh," baby, I'm gonna clean your asshole with my tongue." She was a woman consumed in sex and out of control. She kept going and going probing my ass with her tongue, licking my stretched open asshole and eating the scum from inside my ass. A couple times she backed away and I could feel a finger push in my ass. She wiggled it around inside me probing inside my rectum. Then when I would look back at her, Adriana would smile, pull it out and place it in her mouth. "Mmmmmmmm, you taste so good, honey!" Then her face would disappear and I felt her tongue back in my ass again. She was giving me more than rim job. Her tongue repeatedly penetrated my asshole and probed deep inside me, not just in a teasing fashion, but with a distinct purpose of licking and cleaning to taste me. Adriana would pull out and return her tongue to her mouth and swallow, only to repeat it over and over again. When she finally finished she moved up to me totally exhausted and began kissing me. What an intense lip lock after what she had just done. I could taste the odor on her breath. I tasted the dirty, acrid coating on her tongue. She loved it. She was enjoying it. I didn't care either. She was making me crazy with lust for her. And it was making her hotter and hotter knowing she was sharing the taste of my ass with me. Now it was my turn to show Adriana some of the same. I wanted her ass so bad, especially now after all that she did to me. I was so hot and horny for her. I had her kneel up on the edge of the sofa and expose her ass completely to me. This was going to be so enjoyable. I had been dreaming of this moment for a long time. And now here was Adriana willingly offering her ass to me. First I began kissing her asscheeks all over. Then I started spreading her cheeks apart to see her tight anal hole. I knew in a very short time my hard cock would be pumping in and out of that tight little hole. I licked up through her crack several times going deeper with each lick until I touched her asshole with my tongue. Adriana looked over her shoulder at me, "Oh baby, that feels so good." Again I licked her asshole feeling the tightness and getting her hole wet. I had every plan of giving her a real good rimming, but first I was going to just play with her awhile. I pulled her ass open more with my hands until her anus began stretching open. Then I poked a finger hard against her until it slipped into her ass. Her asshole was real tight. I probed a bit going deeper, sort of finger fucking her. Then I slipped in a second finger and probed her deeper yet. She let out a deep moan, "Ohhhhhhh." I started pulling on her asshole to one side. Then I pulled to the other side trying to pull it open a bit. I inserted a finger from my other hand and began pulling in the opposite direction. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Yesssssss..." I had her asshole stretched open. I just couldn't get enough of seeing her gapping asshole. I could see right inside her ass. "Do you like me playing with your asshole, Adriana?" I asked. Then I shoved two fingers deep inside and twisted them around. She screamed out, "Ohh!...Ohhh!...Ohhh!...Ohhh! Yessssssssss..." I kept playing with her asshole pulling and opening it, and stretching it wide, shoving my fingers inside it. The more I did it and the harder I pulled and probed the louder Adriana moaned. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Yesssssssssss, Fuck....Me...""Ohhhhhhhhhhh!..."Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! I let go and her asshole slowly closed up again, but I was only beginning. I went back with my tongue and I licked her again letting her feel my tongue right at the center of her asshole. She went wild at this point and I was becoming totally hungry for her. I was so turned on for this gorgeous woman. I wiggled the tip of my tongue around trying to drive it in her. She began moaning loudly, "Oh, honey, lick it, lick my asshole." I stretched her ass with my hands some more and her hole opened to me just a little bit. I could see a small little opening in the center where her flesh was darker around the outside edges. "Do you want me to tongue fuck you Adriana?" I asked. I just wanted to hear her say it. I put my tongue in the center of her exposed hole and licked around the darker circle of flesh. Adriana went nuts moaning and moaning, "Oh yes,... Yesss... Yesssss...fuck me with your tongue." I didn't disappoint her. I pushed my face into her ass and shoved my tongue right in through her tight anal opening. I had to put my arms around her waist to hold her in a kneeling position on the sofa from all the squirming she was doing as my tongue explored her asshole. I stayed there for several minutes tongue fucking Adriana's rear hole, licking the rim of her tight anus and letting her feel my tongue probing inside her ass. Adriana looked back over her shoulder. I stopped for the moment and moved up to kiss her. She sucked my tongue into her mouth desperately wanting the taste of her ass from my tongue. She was wild and nearly insatiable for that taste. I went back to her ass and licked and tongued and probed her rear end some more. Then I took two fingers and just stuffed them up her ass as far as I could push them in. I felt around inside her ass twisting my fingers probing as deep as I could get them. She was almost uncontrollable kneeling there. I pulled them out and she looked back again to see why I stopped. I immediately put those fingers to her lips. She hungrily sucked them into her mouth. Her tongue licked and just devoured the taste off my fingers. "Oh Adriana, you're so fucking nasty." That made me so hot seeing her do this I went back down on her asshole and orally serviced her for another ten minutes. I was enjoying myself so much my cock was rock hard. I pulled back from her ass and stood up. Adriana looked back me again, actually exhausted from the intense tongue fucking. "Fuck me... in the ass," she said. She didn't have to ask. I had every intention of buttfucking her. I came right up behind her and planted my hard cock on her wet asshole. I pushed and the head of my cock slipped right in. She had plenty of my saliva lubricating her. In one motion I drove my whole 9-inch cock up her ass. She let out a long moan, "Oh yessssssssss... Fuck my ass." And I did. For about 10 minutes I pumped Adriana's asshole driving my cock in and out of her beautiful ass. The whole time I was mentally taking in what I was doing. Here was this gorgeous creature kneeling in front of me with her ass up in the air taking my hard cock up her tight rear end and loving it and begging for me to keep going. "Oh yess....fuck my ass. Fuck me,...fuck my asshole with that big cock. Deeper, deeper...oh baby,...give it to me deeper. Fuck my ass deeper." Adriana was getting into a frenzy from my cock driving in and out of her anal hole. I really had a good position right over her ass as she knelt down with her face in the sofa cushions, her back arched and her ass way up in the air. I could easily drive my cock fully inside her. I pumped her tight hole over and over until it became rather easy pistoning in and out of her. My cock was sliding faster and faster in and out of her tight anal tunnel. She was really getting turned on and almost near an orgasm. "Ohhhhh...fuck me. "Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass. Fuck my ass." I pulled out and had her turn over sitting on the sofa. With her legs pulled up and her ass at the edge of the sofa, I resumed reaming out her ass sliding my cock all the way back up her anal hole. Looking at me she just moaned out, "Oh fuck... it's so good." My cock slid in and out of her ass. As I looked down watching my cock disappear inside Adriana, her anal hole had a grip on my cock so tight. Even after ramming her so many times, as I would pull out, her anal rim snuggly held my cock and pulled outward from her ass. What an incredible sight. Then back inside again, deep up her ass, over and over as Adriana watched me and kept moaning for more and more. "Oh that's it...fuck me. "Don't stop...fuck my asshole. Keep fucking me. Deeper... Deeper... Oh fuck me deeper." She began fingering her clit. She was nearing an orgasm. It was like she couldn't get enough of my cock up her ass. I fucked faster, literally ramming my cock in and out of her asshole. She began furiously shoving two fingers up her cunt until finally she screamed out to me, "OH FUCK!... FUCK ME... OH FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKK..." It was obvious she was cumming and having a tremendous orgasm. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I slammed into her ass a few more times driving my cock deep inside her rectum. "Ohhhhhhhhhh..., Fuck my ass... Fuck my asshole..." Adriana was totally consumed by her orgasm. And I couldn't hold out any longer either. There was no holding back. I was going to cum. Totally out of breath, I yelled that out to her. Adriana immediately replied, "In my mouth, cum in my mouth." I pulled out and quickly moved up to Adriana's face with my engorged, ready to explode cock. In the midst of her intense orgasm, she took me right into her mouth. She didn't care about me just pulling out of her ass. She just sucked me right in and right down her throat. I didn't expect that. I had no idea how hungry she was for my cock. She obviously didn't care where it had been. She just sucked me into her mouth and when my cock hit the back she just kept pushing forward and forced it down her throat. I could feel her gagging on me from shoving it down her throat so fast. Then she backed off, took a breath and then swallowed me again. She deep throated me and I could feel her sucking, actually cleaning my dirty cock with her lips and throat while eagerly awaiting me to fill her mouth with my hot cum. She kept backing off me and then sucking me down her throat over and over. First at a slow pace and gradually picking up the speed. Eventually Adriana was jamming her face up into my groin over and over taking the full length of my cock easily down her throat. I don't know who was getting more enjoyment me or Adriana. She just kept fucking my cock with her throat. It was more than I could take or that any man could take. I grabbed her head as she swallowed me again and held her tightly. Her lips were plastered against my balls. She looked at me and knew what was about to happen. While in her throat I just exploded, flooding her with a tremendous burst of cum right down her throat. Then I let her pull back and she took another two spurts in her mouth. Then as my cock passed through her lips it just kept spasming and throbbing shooting thick strands of cum all over Adriana's cheeks and lips and nose and forehead. I don't remember ever cumming so much before. My cock throbbed eight maybe ten times. Adriana loved my hot cream hitting her in the face as she moaned out, "oh yess... cum all over my face. Ohhhh... Ohhhhhh... Yessssss..." My hot cum was dripping from her face and running from her mouth. When I finally finished creaming her, she opened her mouth and I started pushing allot of the cum from her face through her lips, sort of feeding it to her. I wanted to see her eat most of it. By the time I was done her mouth was loaded, more than I've ever seen before. There was a big thick pool of my sperm all over her tongue. Then she simply closed her mouth, her throat muscles contracted and swallowed it all. Totally drained and exhausted, both of us moved to the bed where we crashed for the night. I have to say it was such a pleasure waking up the next morning having Adriana next to me in bed. We didn't really wake up and go right to breakfast either. The memories of the night before were still so fresh in our minds that we were all over each other before had to go to the office. I began to wonder what would happen in the future every time Adriana visited the new office. "All the world is a stage, and we are but it's players." When William Shakespeare wrote that line in Hamlet he wasn't being poetic, he was stating nothing more than the profound truth. As people go through their lives they are always acting, always pretending, and the people around them are always deciphering their motives and interpreting their actions. A theater audience watches characters on-stage and are taken in by their stories, similar to the way society views a particular person and his/her motives and actions. One of the best places to see this real-life theater in action is in a typical American high-school - where everyone looks to be having the time of their lives and yet most are desperately unhappy. Television shows, books, and entire movies are based on the fact that the most normal, cheerful, and wonderful teenagers are often hiding deep emotional problems. Despite the fact that many of these teens lead healthy and normal lifestyles, problems in high school can often seem desperate and traumatic. In contrast, other teenagers around the world are in more desperate lights, sometimes fighting for their lives. American teens often seem petty and shallow in comparison, but their feelings about their own problems can run as desperately and as deep as a person in a much worse situation. Anorexia, bulimia, and depression are all integral hidden vices of today's teens, buried beneath prom queen smiles and cheerful faces. Before entering the "real world" teenagers run a gauntlet of emotional roller-coasters, and some of them don't come out on the other side. Often when a teenager gives in to depression or anxiety, the words on the lips of the people closest to them are: "I would never have guessed that they would've done that.". The cheerful faces of suicide cases. Although teenagers often look and act happy and carefree, their negative emotions are running high and are often amplified by hormones, insecurities, and stress. High school is considered time to prepare for college, to get ready for the real world, and to decide what one wants to do for the rest of one's life. It is also a time of change, cliques, isolation, social and physical insecurity, and rejection. Entry into high school often means the loss of childhood friends, the beginning of dating, and the beginning of competition based on looks and popularity. Homecoming Queens and Kings, Prom Queens and Kings, Student Council; it's all one big popularity contest, and to be popular one must always be beautiful, friendly, cheerful and involved. Stress piles upon stress as grades start to matter more, the future is fast approaching, and social lives become a whirlwind of activities; there isn't enough time in a day to be a teenager. The pressures of high school can be overwhelming, even for those who are not heavily involved in extra-curriculars. Take for example my friend Heidi. Not a member of the popular crowd, she was still someone that everyone knew and liked, her shy smile and listening ear a comfort for many of her burdened friends and acquaintances. She'd been my friend since elementary school when we'd been in girl scouts together, and we had gone through both middle and high school together. Every time I saw her I'd shout out the same greeting, "Heidy-ho Heidi!", my personal spin on her name, and she would smile at me and shake her head, rolling her eyes because I was being so silly. Heidi was the kind of person who was always there to help other people, always giving of herself, taking the time to get to know them and hear their problems. My friend Malcolm was head over heels in love with her, and although she didn't seem interested, she was never harsh to him. In 10th grade she took 99 sleeping pills before going to bed, while her parents were having a party, when they went to wake her the next morning she was dead. The entire school was in shock, my classmates were horrified, and her friends were traumatized, including me. None of us could imagine why that sweet girl would do something like that, it was like a bolt of lightening out of a clear sky. No one will ever know why she felt the need to take such drastic measures because she didn't leave a note, just a lot of broken hearts. This is a scene played out every day across America, and bright, cheerful, happy children who suddenly can't take it anymore and they kill themselves. The people around them are shocked, horrified and at a complete loss, wondering what they could have done to deterred such tragic action. Despite Heidi's example, despite the pain that her death put us through, I had a total of six friends end up in the hospital for attempting suicide the next year. Two of them had known Heidi and had sat in the office crying with us as we all mourned, they felt the same guilt and anger at her that we all had and yet the memory of what that had been like didn't stop them from trying to put us through it again. Every time, I was shocked to find out that another friend was in the hospital, getting his or her stomach pumped. Many teenagers will state, "I want to die." or "I want to kill myself."; many of them ones who actually attempt or succeed at it don't give a warning like that first. All of my friends were in honors classes, involved in theater, sports, choir, etc., had boyfriends or girlfriends - or had just gotten out of a relationship, but they were all at school every day with a smile on their face. Sure, they had problems, who doesn't in high school? But not one of them seemed to have the type of problems that would lead to a suicide attempt. If anyone had asked any of us, their friends, if they were in danger of being depressed enough to attempt suicide, we would've all sworn up and down that these were some of the most emotionally stable people anyone could know. These people were happy, smart, with good families, involved in lots of fun activities, and had tons of friends to support them. People's faces become masks, hiding their true emotions and instabilities, conversations become staged lines, smiles become costumes to be worn on a daily basis. Eyes are the windows to the soul, but often those windows are kept tightly shuttered so that the only thing presented to the world is the actor's theatrical mask.
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It all started at the local bar; I was pissed at my sister because she had ditched me for a guy, so I went to see the local band alone. The band was all right but I kept noticing this really cute blond guy who was playing pool. Well soon enough after a few shared looks he came over and introduced himself to me, "My name is Steve and yours is?" I replied Rose. Now Steve really looked good, he was tall around 6 1", silver eyes, tight ass, long blond hair, and a red-blond beard, and a very sociable person with a lot of charisma. We talked for a while and had a few more drinks and I played a game of pool with him and his friends. While playing pool I felt him come up behind me and put his prick up against my ass, I was so surprised that all I could do was wiggle my ass a little and then he moved away. Now, I'm no dog to look at, and all of his friends kept egging him on to do something more, so next time it was my turn to play I made sure that I bent over with my ass facing his way and I wiggled it ever so slowly that it was sure to make him hard. Boy did it ever do the trick, I saw him bulge immediately. Like I said before I'm no dog, I have really red hair, green eyes, and my curves drive men crazy. My measurements are 36DD-26-38, I'm 5 5", and 135 lbs. I have a good complexion, with huge Bette Davis eyes, and lips that always look a little puffy from too much kissing, and I also wear a tongue ring to make things interesting. After my turn at the pool table, when I went to go take a sip of my Jim Beam & Coke, Steve asked me if I would like to go home with him and watch a movie or "something." I replied no, would you like to come home with me, I have a few "toys" that you might be interested in and I have a really posh pad. He said yes before I even finished the sentence. When we got to my place he started looking around and got really excited, he kept seeing a few of my "toys" here and there. I asked him if he wanted a drink or anything else, and he replied that he wanted a Beam & Coke so I mixed us up a few drinks and put on some mood music, a collection of the Sex Pistols, NIN, Black Flagg, and some old Soundgarden. While I was mixing the drinks Steve found my whip, the handcuffs, rope, gag, K-Y jelly, and my strap-on dildo all in my sex den, along with a big screen TV and other implements of pleasure and pain. First off I took off my clothes starting with my corduroy pants, then I took off my loose peasant blouse. Under my day clothes I wore red thong underwear and a red bra, when I took of my panties I made sure that my ass was facing him so that he could see every bit of my creamy white skin. Next I took off by bra and Steve's mouth dropped because my tits are great, my aureoles are at least two-inch's wide with a rosy tip to them that will make anybody's mouth water. Then as I watched him watch me undress, I saw him grow hard and then I popped in a movie on the big-screen TV. As I casually strutted back to the couch I sat down on top of him and started to kiss him hard, I sucked his tongue into my mouth and bit his lips, he kept trying to kiss my nipples but I kept pulling his hair so that he couldn t move his head. I was in control and I wanted him to know it, and savor it, and submit to it. After a mere few seconds of this teasing I could feel his cock growing with need and excitement. I stood up and asked Steve to do the same, I ripped his shirt off, and unbuckled his pants and watched them fall to the floor (he wore no boxers.) I watched his dick spring out and I was amazed, it was a least nine inchs and very thick. I dropped to the floor when I saw this, and immediately started to kiss and suck and lick this treasure that I had found on this off night, when I was suppose to be somewhere else. Well little to my surprise he grew even more when I put my lips on him, so I reached up and found his nipple and pinched it hard and he moaned, loud. Now I turned him around so that he could see the TV and the porno playing on it (it was 4 girls and a guy) but I kept giving him head just when he as about to blow his wad I stopped and started digging in my box of goodies. When I found the plastic piece that would prevent him from cumming too soon I put it on the man. Then I made him lay down on his back and I sat on his face and made him eat me. While he was eating me I moved my ass up so that his tongue was rimming my asshole, at the same time I leaned down and drew his entire cock into my mouth and down my throat, with my little pinkie wet from my own juices I put it in his asshole. That scared him because he wasn't expecting it, but soon enough he relaxed and I started moving my finger in and out deeper and deeper. After a few minutes of that I was ready to fuck him, and I wanted to do the fucking, so I moved from the 69 position on down so that I took all of Steve inside of me with my back facing him, so that I was free to feel myself and ride him hard, and I could take off the cock-ring easier when the time came. I fucked him hard this way for an hour and I had cum at least four times, the last time I cummed Steve begged me to let him cum but I wouldn't let him till I was satisfied. When at last, I let him blow his load it was huge, it went all over my back, my tattoo, and in my hair. I stood up and asked him if he was ready for more refreshments, and pleasures. He replied YES. I came back from my bar with a few more Beam & Cokes. After sipping our drinks and watching a little bit more of another porno both of us were ready for round two. I asked Steve if he had ever been fucked by a woman, and he replies yes, and I asked I mean really fucked by a woman, and then he asked me what I meant. So instead of answering him I asked him if he would like be hand cuffed to my bed, and he replied yes. I hand cuffed each of his hands and ankles to a bedpost with his chest down on the bed and his ass up in the air. Then I grabbed some silk rope I had, and tied it around his knees and pulled his legs closer to the top of the bed so that he was tied down on his hands and knees with his ass exposed to me. The first thing I did was to kiss and rim his asshole with my tongue and lips. He squirmed and moaned loudly so I stuffed the gag in his mouth so he wouldn t wake my sister in the next room. Next I put on the strap-on dildo, it was about six inches long, and about and inch and a half thick, just right for anal penetration. Steve really got scared then and his eyes started rolling, but I told him to relax I would take it easy on him. I told him he was going to have an experience he would never forget. I lubbed up his ass with the K-Y and whipped his ass a few times lightly with the whip just so he could feel the sting, and then my kiss. While I was kissing the lash marks I slipped my finger into him slowly, and he didn t even notice until I had stuck two fingers up him all the way, and then he just pushed against my fingers, he was rocking his body trying to push my fingers into him more, Steve was loving it, and getting ready to lose control. When I pulled out my fingers he bucked against me, so I knew he was ready for me to fuck him. I put the tip of the dildo into his ass, and let him push it the rest of the way into him, after it was in and he relaxed again I started moving the dildo slowly in and out, in and out. I developed a nice slow rhythm that made him practically cry and gave me intense pleasure with the clit button on the inside of the strap-on. By this time Steve had a raging hard-on with pre cum leaking out so I increased my speed and my pumping action till we both cummed at the same time, him all over his chest, and me all over my strap-on. After I ungagged him and untied him he showed his gratitude to me by licking my clit clean. Before I sent him home he asked if he could see me again and I said yes because I still had a lot of toys I wanted to try on him. Steve said that that was the first time that he ever had his ass fucked, and that he's never cum before without direct stimulation to his cock, until me. _Somewhere at sea...1687 A.D._ The clouds rolled thick over the darkening skies. Jonathan Wright studied them. His blue eyes taking in the size as well as the menacing color. It would be a strong storm, one that would take down several ships. Many were at sea this night and many would perish. He was not going to be one of them. He touched the amber stone on his right hand, twirling the ring counter-clockwise until it warmed under his command. A soft wave of heat ran through from his ring finger to his palm. Staring in awe, he watched the haze of glimmering gray appear. The tendrils formed into Laresa, the woman that had made him who he was. She turned to face him and he was lost in her beauty. The pale violet eyes glimmered and he saw she was happy to see him. He'd not visited her since the trip began, worried that another would see her beauty and discover their secret. "You've called, Master." "There is a storm, Laresa," Jonathan stated solemnly. He looked out the small slit that served as a window for his private cabin. "This ship must see its way through it." "Yes, Sir," Laresa said, her voice gave Jonathan no worry that his desire would not be met. "Laresa, when it is safe, come to me." "Sir?" she asked. He could tell she was questioning him, something he had given her free reign to do. "It is time Laresa. You have served me for several years now." Jonathan lay down on his bed and waved her toward the window. "Calm the storm and then come to me. My life is ending and it is with you I wish to please, before I go." He watched her gaze shift from his old, frail body to the ocean that pounded at the ship. He felt the wind settle and the rolling cease and knew the waters were calm and the clouds no longer gray and black. He felt the bed shift and opened his eyes to gaze at the beautiful woman that was crawling toward him. He pushed his fingers into her long silvery tresses. "Will you do something for me?" "Sir, you're not gone yet. You've only to ask," she told him. "I know. You have saved me many times, but I am ready. You know my Rebecca, remember her from the painting?" Jonathan asked. "Yes," Laresa said. Once he asked her she became his Rebecca. Her features became those of a young woman, just reaching twenty years and he whispered for her to take him back. Jonathan watched in wonder as his hand, now free of age spots, stroked the raven locks of his long dead wife. "Thank you, Laresa." Jonathan passed that night, with the name of his wife on his lips. His aged body was found the next morning by a young cabin boy, named Seth. Seth sighed and muttered that it was about time the strange man passed away. He'd been caught talking to himself several times and it was apparent to many that he was sick in the head. As the young lad, turned away, intent on telling the Captain of their passenger's death, his eyes spotted the ring worn on the frail finger. He smiled, and walked over to the stiffened corpse. "What have we here," he whispered. His fingers gripped the hardened hand and he pulled the ring off the dead man. "This will fetch a fine price." He tucked the ring into his breast pocket and left the room, in search of the Captain. Seth found him, delivered the news and then gathered up the supplies to wrap and secure the man's body in linen. It took no time at all for the ship to drop their passenger into the water, a prayer was offered up and Jonathan Wright, slipped into his dark watery grave. Seth whistled a tune and began his duties. When the _Shadowy Dog_ sailed into the Port of Royal, it was with a new lease on life, one he could only thank to the beautiful woman in his pocket. He thought of Laresa and how he'd discovered her. He'd taken the ring from his pocket the same night the old man had dropped into the sea. He felt the weight of it all day, so slipping it onto his dirty finger was bound to happen, but when he made move to take it off, fearful of being caught with the trinket, he found it stuck. He'd twisted it left, than right, several times, but stopped when it started to warm his palm. Fear shot through him as smoke lifted from the stone and took shape into a woman. Seth dropped to the ground and muttered prayers to the Saints, hoping that the witch would make his death swift and easy. The voice of an angel came forth and her words changed the young Cabin Boy's life. "Good evening Master, how may I serve you?" the melodious sounding vision spoke quietly to the trembling boy. His eyes grew wide and he looked around, fully expecting to see the Captain of the ship barreling down on him. When nothing happened Seth looked up and studied the woman. Her hair, a silvery shade, hung down her back in curls that flowed like a waterfall. Seth stared at her gown, one of sheer blue, and then green, then pink. It changed as the wind pushed it over her trim figure and full breasts. Her eyes were the color of the deepest ocean he'd traveled upon, then they shimmered to another color, one of the brightest grasses he'd played on as a child. "Master?" he whispered, not sure who or what would hear him. "Yes, Master, what is it you wish of me. I am here to please you." The vision did talk and this gave Seth a shiver that ran down the length of his spine. "Please me? What foolishness is this? What witchcraft do you practice?" Seth stood up on shaky legs and looked down on the ring he still wore. The stone was cold, as was the band and Seth saw the brightness of the jewel was now dull, its color stale. "I am not a witch, but a genie. My name is Laresa and I am yours to command." The woman smiled warmly. Her gaze focused on the young man at her feet. She lowered herself and allowed her feet to touch the ships deck. "You were in here?" Seth asked, pointing to the ring. "Ah, yes. That is my home. I have lived thousands of years in that ring and have traveled to many places because of it. Is there a place you'd like to travel?" she asked, her eyes flickered between green and gold. Seth laughed. "Well we be on a ship in the middle of the ocean. I don't think where I wish to travel is much of an option." "It can be, if it is your desire," Laresa told him. She studied him and he felt her eyes taking in his small, lean frame, before turning her attentions to the ship. "This is the same ship that my last Master was on, is it not?" "If you mean the old man, than yes, it is. He passed away and gave me your ring." Seth saw her eyes flash and he knew he'd been caught in a lie. The vision disappeared as fast as she had appeared, leaving Seth blaming his ration of rum for the vision of youth and beauty that stirred his thoughts and made him dream. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ _Wild, Wild West - 1832_ Laresa had felt herself drawn back into the ring. The boys lie forcing her back to her prison. Once inside the amber jewel she waited in silence. Her mind drifting back and forth over time and space, as memories of her past Masters and Mistresses filled her. She would miss Jonathan, but was glad to have made his last moments on this world called Earth, pleasant. He'd never mistreated her, lied to her, used her as a way to gain his sexual pleasures, not until the end. She was glad to become his wife for him. His love for the sweet Rebecca had kept him from acting on man's natural instinct. Now she found herself curious who would find her next. Where would she be? Where would the curse take her? What land? Time? World? When the warmth of the jewel began to wash over her, she felt the tug to leave her home and serve the one that called her. "You have called Master, how may I serve you?" she whispered into the shocked face of a man that looked to be thirty or thirty- five Earth years. "Damn, I drank too much last night," her new Master muttered. Laresa breathed in the aroma of whiskey and fought the urge to agree with him. "Master. You called. May I serve you?" she asked again. As he recovered from the shock of seeing her, she appraised her new surroundings. "Ahh. I've not been in this time, in quite a while. It was always a colorful era." Adam Steller looked through blurry eyes at the woman in front of him. He had been busy congratulating himself on the final win at the tables and was busy playing with the bauble that the young lad had tossed in as a bet. Adam figured it was stolen, but he didn't care. The young kid had tried to cheat and no one, no matter how drunk Adam was, cheated at cards when he was playing. The fact he now owned some patch of land and a ring that the kid had deemed worthy enough to bet, but not worthy enough to wear, didn't matter to Adam. He just wanted to take the lad for every cent. He wasn't expecting some woman, barely clad, to jump out of the ring and ask to serve him. "Serve me, huh? A purty filly like you could service me all ya like. How about we find a place to cuddle?" Adam said, followed by a large belch. Laresa shuddered, but did as she'd been commanded. She couldn't believe she'd gone from one old man, with a sense of decorum, into the hands of another full of drink. She shouldn't have been surprised; she'd been living this life for so long. Yet, there was always that hope, deep inside that her life would be more than another command. She lifted her right palm and a small glow of light appeared, then a soft breeze. The shimmering light grew brighter as the wind grew stronger. When Laresa settled the light and calmed the breeze she and her Master were in a room, above the alley where Adam had summoned her. Adam's eyes grew wide and he instantly sobered. "How the hell did we get up here?" He looked around, recognizing Miss Sally's private bedroom. "How did you know I wanted to come here?" he asked, eyeing the beautiful woman in front of him. A different kind of drunk began to wash over him. One that was anything but dulling to the senses. "I used the image you seemed to want the most. This is satisfactory; isn't it?" she asked. "Oh yes, but...awww hell, forget it. I've had to much to drink. You said you'd service me so let's see how well you can do that." Adam began to pull his boots off and had them both tossed to the side when he glanced up at the woman. "Go lock the door, so we aren't interrupted, then I want you naked. I haven't had a good ride since I came into town. The saloon girls are occupied tonight with some rancher and his boys. But it looks like I got the best gal of the bunch." Laresa walked over and studied the door. She touched the brass knob and felt it lock beneath her fingers. She then turned and faced her Master. "Do you wish to know the rules?" she asked. "Rules? There are no rules, you said you would serve me and I'm your Master, so get on with it." Adam already had pulled his dusty shirt off and was pulling his pants down. His sex jutting out and waiting to be used. Laresa stared at the dirty man, and felt herself wanting to balk, but a stronger pull forced her to remove her clothing. When she was naked, as her Master had told her to be, she walked over to him and stood, waiting for his instructions. "Damn, are you a new whore?" Adam muttered and grabbed her arm. "You offered so now I expect you to deliver." "What is it you wish?" Laresa asked, the biting grip, dug into her arm. "Whatever I want, huh. On your knees then and suck me off," he growled, grabbed her hair and pushed her down. Laresa felt the sting in her scalp and knew that this Master was not going to be an easy one to please. She hoped her time with him would be short. Sadly, she knew it was not going to be anytime soon. She opened her mouth and lifted her hands to guide his thick rod into her warmth. Her tongue moved over the head, then down the front of his shaft. The scent of the unwashed Texan filled her nostrils and she pushed it away as she took him deeper. Her fingers moved down the base of his cock, stroking, and twisting as she maneuvered her head so her jaw was dropping deeper with each plunge. Adam watched her blanket him. His hips moved in time with her sucking and his hands curled into her thick sliver locks. "Yeah, like that. Take it all, you're good whore," he moaned. Laresa blanched at the degrading word, and let her teeth graze harder than she knew she should have, she felt the stab of pain from defying her Master and knew he had tugged harder because of her will. "Don't do that again, bitch." She didn't. With closed eyes she began to concentrate on the tool in her mouth. Her muscles worked to milk the blood through the veins and she felt the hot liquid slide and course its way through his member. One hand teased his balls, the other reached up the length of his hairy torso. When she felt his nipple, she tweaked it and brought a moan of pleasure from her Master's lips. Adam continued to hold her head to his cock, ramming her with several thrusts and cursing as he felt his blood boil. "Harder...oh yeah...like that...don't stop," he grunted as the first rope of seed shot through his cock and splashed against the back of her throat. He held her to him, forcing her to breathe out of her nose and take three loads of hot milk. When he was finished he pulled her off his dick and picked her up. "Damn, how much are you?" he muttered and climbed onto the bed. "I am here to serve you Master, I do not require payment," Laresa answered back. The cowboy laughed and grabbed her legs, spreading them wide. He stared down at her soft, white curls and noted their beauty. "I gotta taste that," he groaned and dropped down to bury his face between the woman's creamy thighs. Laresa was a genie, but she was also a woman. She accepted her fate long ago and in time learned there were things she could do to make her life pleasurable too. What the cowboy was doing now was one of the things she enjoyed most. She closed her eyes and felt the whiskers biting against her skin. The hot tongue swept over her clit, before her Master tugged on the strip of flesh, that brought her hips up and thrashing madly. Her fingers curled into the sheets as the warmth of his lungs covered her sex and slipped over her flesh. "So good, damn good whore," Adam muttered. He wasn't sure how he came to be so lucky to get one of Sally's new girls, but he wasn't going to question it. He dipped his tongue in and sucked on the sweetest honey he'd ever had. His finger searched out more and he dragged his nail across the sides of her pussy. More fluids flowed and he lapped them up, with more greed than he had the bills and coins on the card table. "Mmm... Master," a whimpered voice reached Adam and he chuckled. "That's right. Master. I'm your Master." He inserted a second finger and plundered her sex with both digits. He watched the pink petals grow thicker with desire and he massaged them with his lips as he screwed his digits to the left and then the right. "You are one tight, slut." His cock was raging again and he wasn't wasting any more time on the free fuck this little number was giving him. He pulled his face from her crotch, grabbed his stiff tool and straddled her hips. In one great thrust, he impaled the sweet folds of glistening flesh. "Ohhh fuck yeah " he gasped out and began to drive in and out of the woman's sex. Laresa felt his invasion and wrapped her legs around his waist. It would be over soon, and she'd not yet reached her orgasm. She kept her eyes closed and worked her body to accommodate the stiff rod that was invading her. Her memories of another Master came to her and she pictured him over her, pleasing her because he wanted too. When she felt Adam bite her nipple, it was this Master she felt on top of her. "Hold me tight, girl." Adam thrust hard into her and felt his body grow taunt. He knew he was about to shower her with come; something told him she wouldn't care. She wasn't like the usual girl. She'd take his come and be happy about it. He pounded several more times into her and then felt his eyes start to roll back. She knew he was close to coming and she tried to increase her own pleasure, but his needs overrode hers and she felt him start to fill her. Her legs remained wrapped around him, until he collapsed on her in a deep sleep. Rolling her eyes she pushed him off of her and slipped away. The look of disappointment was wasted, because her new Master was passed out. Pushing her fingers through her hair, she lay down beside him and looked up at the ceiling above. She closed her eyes and let her mind travel to her surroundings. She was in a small Western town. The building her and her Master were in was a well known brothel and saloon. Her Master, addressing her like he did, finally made sense to Laresa. She took a deep breath and felt her body grow tired. Slowly it became a soft mist of gray smoke and slipped into the ring that her Master wore on his hand. Another bauble lost in a game of poker, she muttered silently just before sleep claimed her. Adam awoke with a start and reached for the woman who had taken him to heaven and back again. She was gone. He sighed, and rubbed his face, trying to ease himself back into the dream he'd been enjoying. It was then that he heard the pounding on the bedroom door and knew that the woman had left it locked. "Just a minute," he groaned and grabbed his aching head. He plodded over to the door and opened it. "Adam what are you doing in here?" He stepped back and stared at the woman who glared at his naked body. "You didn't come up here and screw one of my girls in my room, did you?" she hollered and pushed him out of the way. "Where is she?" she demanded. "Huh? I don't know I figured she left. Gave me a freebie and then took off." Adam grabbed his pants and began to dress. "She brought me here." "Who? What girl brought you here and what girl gave you a freebie. There are no free fucks in my place." Sally walked around her room, making sure nothing had been taken. "You were in here getting yourself off weren't ya?" "Nah, it was the new girl. The silver haired one." Adam pulled on his boots and adjusted his cock. "I don't have no new girls. You drank to much again. Damn, smells like a dirty fuck with a dirty cowboy. Now, I've got to clean my bed." Sally cursed and began to strip the bed. "Go on get out, the sun's up and I just got back from Doc Wood's place and I'm beat." Adam shook his head and regretted the action when the pain shot through him. "I'm going, but I'll be back tonight to see that silver-haired whore." "I told you I don't got no silver-haired whore. You were just drunk. I heard you took young Tom's land. You go check out your new shack and if you come back here it better be sober and willing to pay for a fuck. And NOT in my room " She pushed him out the door and shut it behind him. Adam pushed his hair back and felt his equilibrium falter when he spun around to move down the hall. Once outside he headed to the stables, where he knew his horse would still be, munching on a bucket of oats that were too expensive, but a necessity when one stayed in town. That thought brought him up short and he grinned. He did have a plot of land. He patted his shirt pocket and noticed the ring he wore. "I'll be," he muttered. He made a fist and watched the sunlight hit the jewel. With a chuckle he took off his hat and wiped his brow, the sun already starting to bring out a sweat. Quickening his step he made a beeline for his horse, dropping off several bills to cover the tab of keeping his stallion over night. Adam saddled up and headed out to the small plot of land that he told the young kid to be off of come morning. He hoped the kid had listened, the idea of shooting someone they way his head was pounding wasn't resting easy on him. He ran his hand over his stomach and felt the need to grab a bite consume him. Silently he cursed for not having grabbed something to eat before he left town. An hour passed and he found the small stream Tom had drawn on the map that he'd given Adam, when the deal had been struck. He slid off Battalion and let the beast drink deep of the gurgling liquid. He dipped his hand into the water and splashed it onto his head. The sun light again hit the amber stone and he remembered the woman from the night before. The jerk in his loins told him the woman was real and he began to twist the ring to the left, spinning it several times. His eyes grew wide as the smoke appeared and the woman became whole again. This time Adam wasn't drunk and he told himself that he was too hot from the sun. He pushed his head into the stream and then came back up, shaking the cool droplets into the air. "Master, how may I serve you?" Adam's jaw was slack, as he rose to his feet and gazed at the vision. "Who are you? Hell, what are you?" He knew she was the woman from last night; he'd never forget her. "I am Laresa, a Genie. I am your servant and am here to provide for all your needs." Laresa studied the man and watched his horse move closer to her. She reached out and stroked his nose, enjoying the tickle of his tongue on her palm. She laughed and then turned back to her Master. "You took care of my needs last night and then disappeared. Where did you go?" Adam asked. He watched her with the eyes of a snake, waiting to snag her if she tried to disappear again. "I went home, Master." She nodded to the ring. "You were sleeping and my body tired, so I returned to my home until you had need of me. You summoned me again, so I am here to please you." "I only," he looked at the ring, "twistin' it, huh? Well that'll be simple to remember. Laresa, I'm Adam Steller, but that name you've been using, Master...it'll do just fine for us." He walked over and pulled her against him. "Let's get something to eat and then you can show me how good a genie you are. You provide me with my breakfast." Laresa had been touched by many men and many women. She instantly knew when one would be a kind master or a cruel one. Adam, she thought was going to be on the edge of harsh. She stepped away, once he released her and waved her hand. A small glow started on the ground and slowly spread out. In its place there was a blanket and on that blanket were foods common to her Master's palette. Adam watched as steak, eggs, ham, bacon, ice cold milk, a bottle of whiskey and several thick slices of cake and pie appeared. He staggered over to the collection of eats and whistled low. He took a bite of bacon and closed his eyes on the pleasure. "Oh, I'm gonna like you," he told Laresa and sat down. "Come here," he ordered her. Laresa sat down and was soon pulled into the man's lap and she felt his hand move over her sex as he ate. Flickers of food fell on her clothes; her Master greedily picked them up and then fed them to her. He pushed his fingers over her nipples, while drinking his whiskey and then demanding another bottle from her. When Adam was full he was once again burying himself into the thick folds of his new toy. His Genie. After he came he pulled from her and chuckled, "Damn, you're gonna make me rich." Laresa said nothing, simply pulling her gown back down over her sex, now used by her Master once more. "I have this plot of land, take me to it." A warm rush of air and a heated glow filled the space between Adam and Laresa. Soon, he was facing the shack that young Tom had lost the night before. "This is my land Laresa. Let's see what you can do with it. I need a home. A nice ranch house. Always wanted a ranch, don't like living on winnings I don't get to often," he paused and looked her over, "but that'll change won't it." Within thirty minutes Laresa was exhausted, but her Master pleased. His land was full of the finest long-horns, he had a ranch that any Texan would be proud to own and his wealth unsurpassed, by many. He pulled Laresa to him and took her into his newly furnished home. "We'll work out more details later, right now...I want to see your mouth pleasing your Master." "Whatever your desire, Master." Laresa followed him up the steps, to the bedroom he'd requested. Her heart heavy as she began another journey with a new Master. **Author's Note:** _I hope you enjoyed this first chapter of **Laresa's World**. A Chain Story that will take the readers through time and space with Laresa, the Genie, and those whose lives are touched by her, and she them. Thanks to all the writers that participate. Readers, please take a moment to vote and leave a comment if you desire. I love to hear from you, and respectful criticism is encouraged. All comments shown with diginty and class will remain in my public comment section. ~ Thanks so very much, Red._
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We meet up with another female in a bar for a few drinks, she is wearing a little dress, and you can tell she has no underwear on underneath, I'm wearing a very short skirt, low cut top, and stockings. After a couple of drinks we all head back to the hotel room that we have booked, stopping on the way to get more drinks in. As you pour the drinks me and her settle ourselves back on the bed and start kissing, taking our time as we know you are watching. She starts moving down my body, starting with kissing my neck, my hands on her tits, she is kneeling in between my legs by this point with her arse in the air giving you a very sexy view of her pussy. I can see you getting hard and I tell you to come and join us on the bed. Her mouth by this time has moved down to my nipples and she is slowly taking them into her mouth, one at a time licking and sucking on them. As she carries on moving down my body I reach across to feel your cock through your trousers, wow you're very hard. I reach across to you and put your hand on her bare arse. She moans at the feel of your hand, slowly caressing her and moving your hand round to her soaking wet pussy. As soon as she feels your hand, her pussy gushes, soaking your hand, as you start playing with her clit. She moves her head down to my pussy as my hand is slowly stroking your cock. I can feel her breath on my clit and I suddenly get very wet, knowing that its not going to take me long to cum. I make you stand up and pull your trousers down, pleased to find you have nothing on underneath. My hand starts slowly moving up and down your cock as you slide a finger into her wet pussy, I can feel you getting harder in my hand. I whisper in your ear that I want to watch you fucking her while her mouth is on my clit. You remove the rest of your clothes and go to stand behind her, your fingers never leaving her wet pussy. You slowly slide 2 fingers inside and push them deeper and deeper, making sure she is wet and ready for you. The further you push your fingers inside of her the louder she moans. I cant wait to hear her when you push your hard cock into her. You slowly slide your fingers out and position your cock so that she can just feel you but your not inside her, she gasps and start licking my clit harder and faster. As she starts to lick my clit faster you know it isn't going to be long before I cum, you get hold of her hips and thrust yourself inside her, all the way in in one quick movement, her moan vibrates around the room. I struggle to hold myself off from cumming so I slide out from under her so that I'm positioned underneath both of you. I'm then able to play with your balls and lick her clit and your arse at the same time, giving you both extra pleasure. You start thrusting into her faster and harder, and I can taste her wetness on her clit and on your cock as you slide out. The harder you thrust into her the more she moans, as she wraps her legs around your back I'm able to gently slide a finger into her arse which then pushes her onto your cock harder and faster. Seeing the look on your face I bring my other hand round and do the same to you, I slide my fingers in and out of both of your tight arses at the same time as you thrusting into her wet pussy. My mouth is still on her clit and she starts to moan hard which is a sure sign she is about to cum. I start licking her clit faster, gently sucking as well as licking and it is like a tidal wave as she starts to cum. Her hands grab onto your arse to pull you as deep into her as possible, I can tell by the look on your face that your wanting to cum as well so I move my mouth away from her clit and take your balls into my mouth. This sets you off cumming and she cums again. When you pull out your cum is leaking from her pussy and you spurt all over her, I'm straight there to lick every drop from her. You come back out of the bathroom to find me and her in the 69 position, she is on top of me so I'm able to easily slide my fingers into her still wet pussy. You lay on the bed next to us playing with both of ours tits, you know what I want and you manage to flip us over so we are in the same position but with me on top. You slide your fingers inside me so they are nice and wet. You tease me by letting your soaking fingers trail over my arse and then moving them away again. After a few minutes you take pity on me and slide your finger into my arse so easily, I moan loudly and I tell you that I want your cock inside me. You move yourself behind me and slide your cock into my arse, before your even halfway in i start cumming. There are just not enough descriptive words to explain how fantastic this feels. Every thrust you make into my arse pushes my clit onto her mouth. You slide your hand forward so your fingers are sliding into my wet pussy at the same time as your cock is sliding into my arse. I have 2 fingers buried deep in her pussy and can feel her hands on the back of my head keeping my mouth on her clit at the same time. Your cock feels so good, and so does her mouth, I press myself further on to her mouth as you fuck my arse harder and faster, your fingers working inside my pussy making me so wet. I feel her pussy tighten as she is about to cum and I know that I not going to stop myself from cumming at the same time. I don't want you to cum just yet so I get you to pull out, I have other plans for you. You sit back and watch us both cumming, whilst wanking your cock slowly, you can tell from the smile on my face what I want next and we both know that your not going to say no. When she is able to I get her to go on her hands and knees, her arse thrust up in the air. I take your cock from your hand and start wanking you myself, your hand goes to her clit and I tell you I want you to fuck her arse like you did mine. I slowly guide your cock into her and it looks so damn hot. When I know you are both comfortable I come up behind you and slide my hands round the pair of you so I'm able to play with her clit and tits, my pussy pressed against your arse. I climb off the bed for a moment and you both moan at the lack of contact. I'm soon back again though and I place my hands on your arse. I slide my fingers into her pussy so they are nice and wet and then move my hand back to your arse and slide my finger inside you, you thrust harder into her with each thrust of my finger. I slide my finger out and you feel something cold against your arse, you look down and see that I have put my strap-on vibrator on, you moan as you watch me slide it into her wet pussy. She feels so tight around your cock, I pull out of her and make you stop. You look back over your shoulder as you feel me slide it up and down against your arse, before slowly sliding it into your tight hole. Your eyes close and I slide into you inch at a time. You make yourself stay still until you feel me pressed right up against you. When you feel the full length of the vibrator in your arse you can control yourself no longer, you start pushing back against me as you pull out of her dripping pussy, but then letting the vibrator slide part way out of you as you thrust back into her. I could tell by how quick your movements were getting that you was about to cum and I knew that I was just about there with you. I pushed you forward onto her back and told you to pay with her clit to make her cum, as I kept up a steady rhythm of filling your arse with the strap-on. Another couple of thrusts and I could take it no longer as one of the most amazing orgasms took over my body. Feeling her cumming underneath you and me behind you, set your own orgasm off and you pulled out of her just in time to cum all over her pussy and giving me a delicious finishing off treat. I have been a bi-curious male for some time. I tried going to gay bathhouses, nude beaches and even steam rooms at a local gym to explore my gay feelings. Up to this point, the only gay sex that I had experienced was sucking on a few cocks here and there. The most erotic experience was being naked in a porn movie room at The Club with a naked man sucking my cock in front of a few other naked men until I came in his mouth. What I really needed to experience in my mind was having another man's cock in my ass. Several weeks ago I was at Haulover Beach, a clothing optional beach in Florida. I was lying face down naked on my beach towel when a guy arrived at the beach and set up his chair and umbrella right near me. He undressed and sat in his chair naked looking directly at me just below his feet. He wasn't really invading my space, so I just went back to trying to get an all over tan. For the next hour, I turned over from time to time to tan both my front and back and my admiring friend watched every move. It was a typical hot south Florida summer day around 90 degrees. I was dripping with sweat, so I decided to get up and head to the ocean for a quick dip to cool off. When I returned and was drying my face to remove the salt water, my friend got up from his chair and came over to me. He said, "I love your nipple rings. Did it hurt when you had them pierced?" "They were my first piercing and hurt a hell of a lot more than my PA piercing." I replied. "Well I just want to say that they look great." He said. He then smiled and returned to his position sitting in his chair. I finished drying myself off and thought to myself that he seemed like a nice guy. I was about ready to leave the beach for the day, but then decided to go up to my new friend and thank him for his comment. I stood naked in front of him sitting in his chair with my dick at his eye level and said, "That was very nice of you to say that my nipple rings looked great." He smiled and said "I meant that not only your nipple rings look great, but also the ring in your cock. How does it feel when someone is sucking on your dick?" "It feels great!" I replied. "Do you mind if I set up my chair and sit next to you for awhile and talk?" I asked. "Please do." He replied. So I put my chair right next to his and sat down so that our legs were almost touching. We talked for about an hour. His nipples were big and elongated he said from years of being pulled by his lovers. His cock was beautiful with a nice big mushroom head. I almost couldn't keep my eye off of it. I was imagining it buried in my ass. We rubbed our legs together and played with each other's nipples while we talked. As you can see, we hit it off right away. When it came time to go, he reached into his backpack and pulled out a card. It had his name, address and phone number on it. Most gay guys are very private about this type of information as am I, but he was very open. He explained that he did not want to miss the opportunity for us to get together in a more private setting. We said our good by's and headed off in our separate ways. Over the next several weeks, I looked at his card and thought about calling him. I was both excited and a little afraid about making the call. Finally I gave Ralph (the name on the card) a call. When he answered, I said that I was Andy the guy with the pierced nipples that he met at Haulover a few weeks ago. He said that he remembered me and hoped that I would give him a call. I asked if he wanted to get together at his place in Ft. Lauderdale this weekend, and he said that anytime Sunday would work for him. So we set a time of Sunday morning at 10 p.m. When I ended our phone conversation, a wave of excitement came over me. It was possible that I might finally get my anal cherry busted this weekend. I spent the rest of the week getting prepared for my "date" with Ralph on Sunday morning. I went to the store and bought some special lube for aiding in anal sex, an ankle bracelet and a toe ring that I have always wanted to wear. Every morning and night I inserted the largest butt plug and dildo in my ass to make sure that I was ready. Then on Saturday night I shaved my butt cheeks and my entire genital area. I spent a very restless night on Saturday trying to sleep, but the anticipation of not knowing what was going to happen on Sunday morning made sleeping impossible. When I finally got out of bed on Sunday morning, I went into the bathroom and gave myself not on but two enemas to make sure that I was clean. I had not eaten a thing since Saturday morning so as not to have any surprises should we have anal sex. I put on a tank top shirt with one of my nipples with a ring in it hanging out of the shirt on the side. Then I slipped on a pair of yellow nylon running shorts with no underwear and my rubber thong sandals. I had packed my backpack with a change of clothes, my digital camera, my new anal lube and plenty of condoms. I threw the backpack in my car and headed out to Ralph's place early. I did not want to be late and besides the anxiety that I was feeling wouldn't let me stay still any longer. The drive to his place took about an hour. All the way, I was thinking what I would do when Ralph opened the door and what was the right thing to say. I was like a young kid on his first date. The fact of the matter was that this was my first date with a gay man. When I arrived at Ralph's place, I parked my car where he had told me to and proceeded to look for the number of his condo. I was about 15 minutes early and tried to walk slowly, but as I approached his place he opened the door and walked out to greet me. He was wearing only a pair of shorts and sandals. We greeted each other and he led me into his place and closed the door. He kicked off his sandals by the door and I did the same putting mine right next to his. He glanced down at my new toe ring and smiled. I asked to use his bathroom to freshen up from the long drive (I had to pee so bad from the excitement). Ralph first took my backpack and brought it into the bedroom where I quickly removed my shirt, and then pointed to the bathroom. I went in, closed the door and immediately relived myself. Then I thought if my dick might end up in Ralph's mouth that I needed to shower off quickly which I did. After I dried myself off, I opened the door of the bathroom and walked out into his living room completely naked. I just couldn't wait to be naked in front of him. Ralph smiled as I approached him naked and stood up to take off his short also. "I am glad that you decided to get rid of your clothes so quickly" he remarked. "Being naked at home is my natural state." He gestured to a chair next to his for me to sit in, and as I passed him he kissed me and rubbed my butt and pulled my right nipple ring. We both moaned a little and then I sat down. We sat there naked and talked for a few minutes about the weather and my drive down to his place. He remarked how pleased he was that I decided to take him up on his offer to meet again somewhere more private after our initial meeting at Haulover Beach. The whole time that we talked I could not take my eyes off of his dick, which was bigger and much thicker than I remembered. The mushroom head of his dick looked enormous and I was getting worried that either he would not be able to fit it in my virgin hole or the pain would be unbearable. After about only 10 minutes of conversation, he rose up out of his chair and kneeled in front of me spreading my legs apart. He lightly took hold of my freshly shaved dick and balls in both hands and began to kiss the head of my dick. When he took the pierced head of my dick into his warm and wet mouth, my breath was taken away. I could see that Ralph had done this many times before and was an experienced expert at pleasing his sexual partners. As he licked and sucked my dick while fondling my balls, the moans of pleasure from both of us became louder and more sensuous. This was without a doubt the best blowjob that I had ever received man or woman. He then reached up and began to pull on my nipple rings gently at first and then progressively harder. My nipples are directly connected to my dick and it became as hard as it has ever been. Ralph then took my dick all the way into his mouth with the head ending up in his throat. I did not want to cum so quickly, so I gently eased his head off of my dick and said to him "Let's go into the bedroom, before I blow my load right here. You are fantastic, but I need you to try and put that monster dick of yours into my ass before I cum. Not that it would be the case today, but after I cum the party is generally over for me for a while and we are just getting started." "Whatever you want baby!" He replied. "I'm so happy that you are here that whatever you want to do is fine with me." We then both got up and trotted our naked asses off to the bedroom. He walked behind me and rubbed my butt cheeks as we moved to the bedroom. I bent over near the bed to get the lube and condoms out of my backpack. Ralph put one of his fingers in the crack of my ass and gently moved it over my anus. It sent a shiver up my spine. I put the lube and condoms on the night table next to the bed and Ralph lay down on the bed on his back. "Suck on my dick for a while and get me hard." He said in an inviting tone. "I want to be nice and hard when I enter that virgin ass of yours." I had been waiting to get my lips on that beautiful big dick of his and crawled up on the bed between his legs. I grabbed hold of his dick with both hands and just like he had done with mine kissed the head first, and then licked the shaft. His balls and dick were massive compared to mine even though mine is by no means tiny. I had to stretch my mouth open to take in the head of this beautiful cock. I gently sucked on Ralph's dick while swirling my tongue around the head and inserting the tip of my tongue into his piss slit. He seemed to be enjoying it, but not nearly as much as I was. As I continued to suck on his dick and massage his balls, his dick grew and became hard as a rock as the blood rushed into it. He took hold of my head and gently moved his dick out of my mouth. "It's time to put this bad boy to work and give you what you came here for," he said. Ralph sat up and positioned me on my hands and knees on the bed as he moved behind me. He reached over to the nightstand and opened the bottle of lube spreading some on his fingers and my anus. He then started to work the lube into my hole with one of his lubed fingers. It felt great to have someone else other than me with his finger in my butt. When he was satisfied with the lubing of my hole with his finger, he then inserted a second finger in my hole. He was good at this because I felt very little discomfort, but a lot of anticipation about what was coming. He then leaned over to the nightstand again and opened a condom pack and put it on his dick. He then applied more lube to the outside of the condom and positioned his dick at the entrance to my hole. He held me by my naked hips with one hand and pushed forward with his dick holding it straight with his other hand. He tried several times and spread my legs further apart, but the head of his dick could not penetrate my outer ring. He then moved off of the bed and said "Andy, stand next to the bed with your legs spread apart and lean over at the waist." I did as he asked and he resumed his attempts to penetrate me. There was a little pain as he exerted more pressure and then it happened. That big head of his dick popped into my hole. He held it there for a moment and said, "You did it Andy. You took me in you." The feeling was indescribable. My anus closed around his dick as if holding it there and not wanting to let go. Ralph then started to ease more of his dick into me with his strokes becoming progressively deeper until I finally could feel his pelvis up against my butt cheeks. Once he was all the way in me he started to pull out leaving only his dick had in me and then shoved it all the way back in making my butt cheeks vibrate as he bottomed out. I was finally getting fucked and I loved it. I really wanted to feel the weight of his body on my while he was fucking my ass so I said "Can we get back on the bed with me lying on my stomach and you on top of me?" "Whatever you want Andy." He responded. As I moved to get on the bed his dick slipped out of me. It took us a little bit of time to get the right position on the bed and Ralph lost his hard on. "You will have to suck on my dick again to get me hard Andy," he said. I started to grab his dick and he said, "Remove the condom first so I can get hard." I removed the condom and went to work sucking his dick back to life. When he was hard again, he rolled me over on my hands and knees and took his position between my legs spreading them far apart. He grabbed for some more lube and aimed his dick at my hole again. With just a little pressure he was in me again. I laid flat on my stomach and he laid on top of me with his dick firmly in me. As he started to fuck me I realized that he did not reach for another condom for his dick before entering me. I asked, "Are you bare backing me?" "Yes I am, but don't worry I am clean and I very seldom cum." He responded. I had waited for this moment for so long and it felt sooo good that I just laid back down and enjoyed the fucking I was getting. Ralph started to spank me as he was fucking me and fucking me harder as my hole relaxed and my moans grew louder. I was in ecstasy. "You've got it now Andy. You have a great ass and I just love fucking it." He said. As his dick bottomed out in me, I squeezed my ass muscles. He loved the sensation and told me that I was getting fucked like a guy that had done it for years. He continued thrusting in and out of me for about 15 minutes and then decided it was time for a break. He was right; he did not cum...yet. "Why don't we go into the shower to cool off and clean up for a bit." Ralph suggested. I thought that it was a good idea. So we both got up from the bed and headed off to the bathroom. I expected my hole to be sore from my first fucking, but I guess that all of the preparation that I did in leading up to this day paid off. I turned on the shower and when it became warm enough I got in and started to soap up my body. I was clean for the most part except for some sweat and lube on my butt. Ralph followed me in after a few minutes with a smile on his face. He took a bar of soap and started to lather up his dick. As he did this, he was becoming hard again. His smile became even more apparent. As I was rinsing the soap off of the front of me he said, "Bend over Andy. It has always been a fantasy of mine to butt fuck someone in my shower and it looks like today is the day." I did as he asked, as I believe that I have always had a desire to be a bottom in the gay community. As I bent over, Ralph moved closer to me and pushed his dick into me in one swift movement. "You're all loosened up now Andy." He said. My head was under the cascading water from the showerhead and my ass was getting fucked again. The feeling was fantastic. I absolutely loved getting fucked in my ass anywhere and in any position. When Ralph had satisfied his fantasy, we finished our shower and dried off. We headed back to the bedroom and both lay side by side on our backs. That did not last long as Ralph seemed like he just could not get enough of me. He leaned over and started to suck my dick and my clean shaved balls into his mouth. I decided that this was a good opportunity to get into the 69 position. We both sucked on each other's dick and balls while sticking our fingers in our partner's assholes. When I had enough of this I asked Ralph if he wanted me to stick my dick in his ass. "Sure" he replied. " I was wondering when you were going to ask." I know that I just said that I was becoming a bottom, but I just needed to try being a top also. He rolled over; I applied some lube to his hole and my dick and positioned myself on top of him. "Go easy at first" he said. So I lined up the pierced head of my cock at his well-lubed hole and pushed forward. It went in surprisingly easy. Once in I remembered that I forgot to put on a condom. When I told this to Ralph he said that since I was a virgin before today that he was pretty sure that I was clean. It felt fantastic as I pushed in and out of his hole. I laid my entire body on top of his and just rotated my hips in and out and around. Ralph seemed to be enjoying it too as he was moaning louder as I fucked him harder. Just before I felt the urge to cum, I decided that it was time to pull out and the urge passed by. Ralph rolled over with his cock sticking straight up into the air. "Straddle me and sit on my cock." He ordered me. I did just that and his cock seemed to go even deeper into me in this position. I had my legs folded back and held on to my feet as I rocked back and forth on his dick. My butt cheeks were on his pelvis and thighs and my dick was bouncing in front of me on his stomach. Ralph grabbed hold of my dick and began pumping it with his hand. This was the hottest position yet for me and I told Ralph that I was going to cum soon. "Go ahead Andy. Shoot all over me." He said. It took only about 30 seconds after he said that for my dick to explode cum all over his face and chest. It was the most intense orgasm that I think that I have ever had. When my dick was done shooting, I collapsed on top of Ralph and his dick became limp and slipped out of me. We lay there for a while naked in each other's arms until it was time for me to get cleaned up, dress and leave. Ralph remained naked as he said he was always when he was home. We hugged and kissed and gave each other a look as if to say this is just the beginning of a fantastic sexual partner relationship. When I left, I did not know when we might get together again. After all, this was my first anal sex and I was not sure that I was even going to like it. Well, Ralph and I are getting together again this Sunday for what I hope will be another unforgettable time. My goal is to get Ralph to cum in my mouth or my ass. I will keep you posted.
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True story; all names changed to respect privacy. I still cannot believe this happened to me, even about nine years later. It all started in my freshman year of college; October 2011. I had been making friends since the year began, and one such friend was Ashley. Ashley was kind of a cross between the stereotypical Goth girl and the stereotypical Valley girl. She loved Type O Negative and Katy Perry equally, had friends of both genders & fanbases, and was all around a nice girl. She & I had a History course together, and I later transferred to her Human Anatomy course. In Human Anatomy, we learned about the human body (of course) and got more detailed lessons on sex education than we had in high school; this is where things get interesting. I can only assume Ashley was getting... "ideas" from Human Anatomy, and by early November, she was ready to make her move. "Hey," she asked me one Tuesday during lunch, "you wanna come over to my dorm Friday night? I kind of want to try some things. Is 8 o'clock, okay?" I didn't know what "things" Ashley meant, but I was open-minded, so I said I'd be there; Ashley gave me her dorm room number & building, and that was that. By Friday, I could barely wait for 8 o'clock to meet with Ashley. I packed my shoulder bag, thinking we were gonna study for an exam coming up on Monday, and arrived at her dormitory at 7:45. Her dorm adviser, Stephanie, let me in after I said I was studying with someone and made my way to Ashley's room. "Hey, welcome," she said when she opened the door, "come on in!" Inside, I set my bag down and, Ashley said: "Okay, I don't wanna scare you or anything, but I'm a virgin, are you one, too?" "No, I lost my virginity this past June," I said. Ashley replied: "Okay, I'd like to lose my virginity tonight. So I'm glad I got someone with some experience", or something to that effect. I wasn't sure if she was serious at first, but she confirmed she was by sitting on her bed and taking her shirt off. "I was thinking you could finish undressing me, tie me to the bed, and then go down on me." She then pulled a set of S&M-type restraints from the drawer of the nightstand and handed them to me: "Tie me up once I'm naked; then, it's all you can eat!" Going along, I stripped Ashley naked, tied her wrists to the headboard & her ankles to the bedposts, and got ready to chow down. Now, as I mentioned, Ashley was part Goth and part Valley girl; she had earrings like most girls as well as a nosering, a pierced right nipple, and finally, a pierced clitoral hood. "Never thought I'd see a clit ring in my life, Ash," I remarked. She laughed and said: "First time for everything, I guess." Ashley's clit ring was a little bigger than her earrings and nose ring; about the size of a U.S. Dime. I thought it would get in my way, but Ashley reassured me it wouldn't be a problem. "Just be careful around it," she said, "and you'll be fine," and turned out the lights. I said okay, as I had no worries of my own; I never had any piercings at all, not even in my tongue. How wrong we'd both be proven, however, would become apparent in only a few moments. Still dressed, per Ashley's orders, I began getting to work, caressing her pussy with my lips and tongue. I got a big mouthful and told her she tasted sweeter than I thought, joking: "I might get cavities from this," at one point; she laughed at that and had me continue. Sometime later, she told me to lick her clit -- minding the ring again -- before I got naked, untied her, and nailed her. Now, this is where a fateful move took place. As I was licking Ashley's clit, I slipped my tongue more or less into her clit ring... where got it stuck. After a few moments of me not moving, she told me to stop fooling around so we could finish ourselves off. I tried to tell her I was stuck, but that came out sounding as if I had my tongue stuck to a frozen pole, like in "A Christmas Story." "What was that?" Ashley asked, and after another mumbled response from me, she turned the lights back on, as the switch was just within reach of her tied left hand. It was at that moment that Ashley knew I was fucked. She saw how stuck my tongue was; the very tip of it was bulging past the ring. "Can you get it out?" she asked. Since I couldn't talk, I just shook my head, moving Ashley's hips a little rough in the process, and the two of us winced in pain together. We then began thinking about how we'd get ourselves out of this. As Ashley was tied to the bed, she couldn't grab her phone or try to free my tongue. Ashley's phone was also out of my reach, although her clothes were right next to me, and I didn't know what I could've done either. Making matters worse, my whole mouth was getting drier than the Sahara desert, and I could feel my tongue sticking to the ring & my lips sticking to Ashley's pussy; they previously had some give. At that point, Ashley dropped a bomb: "We might just have to wait for my dormmate, Stacey, to get back," she said, "she can remove the ring." As I couldn't say anything, I sighed in defeat and then began the longest 20 minutes of my life. Ashley & I waited intertwined for Stacey to return from her night class to save us. In the meantime, I took Ashley's sweater and threw it over myself & her lower body, so she could be at least a little modest when Stacey walked in; she thanked me for covering her up, and I gave her a thumbs up. Around the five-minute mark, Ashley told me she had to pee: "I'll try to hold it in, but don't be mad if worst comes to worst," she said. I gave her another thumbs up and then began thinking to myself. "Perhaps Ashley's pee could lubricate my tongue," I said to myself, "so it can slip out of the ring. Then again, we'd have a huge mess to clean up, so she better have strong bladder muscles." As the minutes ticked by, I began to wonder what would happen if word of this got out. Ashley & I would probably never hear the end of it: I'd be mocked for getting my tongue stuck in a clit ring, and Ashley would never enjoy oral sex, as every guy she met would know about her clit ring. Ashley's iPhone 4 rang around 11 minutes in, and again two minutes later. It was Stacey both times, but Ashley couldn't answer the phone; her hands were tied to the bed. It was then she wondered out loud: "How are we gonna explain this to Stacey?" As a response, I pulled the sweater off us and stretched my arms out to the sides. "Ah-ha," Ashley said, "seeing us will be explanation enough." I smiled as best I could and put the sweater back over us, and Ashley said: "Don't worry, Stacey should be back any minute." It was pretty dark under the sweater, and I couldn't see Ashley pussy or piercing mere centimeters from my eyes; "Christ, at least I don't have a huge fear of the dark," I thought to myself at one point. Ashley said she wished she could've turned on the TV, but as she couldn't reach the remote, the only sound we had was her iPhone ringing with missed calls text notifications the whole time. Finally, 20 minutes later -- just as I had begun to give up hope -- we heard rattling at the door. "That must be Stacey," said Ashley, "I'll do the talking." I tried to cover Ashley's boobs with the sweater, but doing that would've exposed me, so I left the sweater alone. Stacey walked into the dorm and shouted: "Ashley, I've been calling & texting you for the past 15 minutes; what's going on?" "Get in my bedroom if you wanna find out, bitch!" Ashley shouted back. Stacey walked into the bedroom and saw Ashley lying tied to the bed, with a sweater covering her from the tits down. "What's this?" Stacey said, to which Ashley replied: "You're not going to believe me if I tell you, so just look under the sweater. But don't say you weren't warned." Stacey did as Ashley said and removed the sweater to see me in between Ashley's legs; my tongue stuck in her clit piercing. Ashley introduced me to Stacey and explained the situation. "I wanted to lose my virginity, and that included him eating me out. But his tongue got stuck in my ring down there." "You're kidding me, right?" Stacey asked, looking at the motley amalgamation of a fully-clothed guy with his mouth conjoined to a naked girl's crotch before her. "Does it LOOK like we're kidding, Stace?" Ashley growled back, thoroughly fed up and beyond, ready to be freed from the bed by now. "Just untie me and undo my piercing so he can get his tongue out, for Christ's sakes!" Without another word, Stacey got to work. Another obstacle then arose: the little clasp used to fasten & unfasten the ring was still inside my mouth. Stacey had to -- very carefully -- turn the ring around so she could access that little clasp. That process took about another three to five minutes, and Stacey scratched the inside of my right cheek more than once, but at last, she could see the clasp. "Hurry up, girl, I'm about to piss in his face," Ashley moaned. Realizing the gravity of the situation, Stacey fumbled a couple of times before finally, she undid the clasp on the ring; she then slid it around Ashley's clit hood and removed it. "I'm free at last!" I exclaimed as I stood up. "Yeah, good for you," Stacey said, "now undo her ankles; I got her wrists." Together, we got Ashley free, and she made a B-line for the bathroom, still naked as she had no time to grab any of her clothes. Once she was gone, Stacey asked me: "Did I just see what I thought I just saw?' "Yes, you did," I replied. "You have anything to drink? I'm parched!" "Sure, the fridge is out there," Stacey said, "help yourself." I went out into the living room/kitchen area of the dorm and took a can of Pepsi from the fridge, so I could soak down my dried-out month and soothe my tongue. On that note, my tongue was quite sore. I could only speculate this was either from my tongue being pinched by Ashley's ring or from the ring rubbing it as Stacey turned it around to undo the clasp. After this, details are a bit sketchy -- it's been about nine years, remember -- but I do remember Stacey asked me something like: "So, how did that happen?" after I started drinking that Pepsi. From what I remember, I told her words to the extent: "Well, Ashley wanted me to take her virginity tonight." After that, Ashley joined us, now wrapped in a towel from the bathroom, and explained everything. "He was gonna eat me out, then get naked & nail me," for something to that effect was what she told Stacey. While I cannot remember every part of that awkward conversation, I will never forget what Ashley said after Stacey asked how I got my tongue stuck in the ring. "I told him to be careful, and he was; he just wasn't careful enough. Besides, you saw how big my clit ring is; tt's an old earring as I can't afford a real clit hood ring. That's why it's bigger than most actual genital rings." "Well, that explains it," I thought to myself as Stacey said: "Girl, you owe me big time for this. Never have I ever thought I'd have to do something like this in my life." Then, I think I told Stacey: "Well, if you haven't come back by now, we'd still be intertwined. Who knows: we might've stayed like that all night." Ashley laughed and said: Nah, Stacey would've been back at some point." After that, I saw time on the clock: 8:49 PM. I told both girls I had to leave; they said goodbye, and I left. I passed Stephanie on my way out, who asked me: "How'd studying go?" "Uh, let's say I learned quite a lot tonight," I told her on my way out. I walked back to my dormitory and when I got back, my dormmates asked where I had been: "Oh, just out for a walk," I replied. "What, for an hour?" my dormmate Eddie asked. I said: "Yeah, I needed more fresh air than usual tonight," and went right to my bedroom, where I checked my iPhone 4. Ashley texted me, apologizing for what happened, and asking me if I was down for another try at taking her virginity; I replied: "I'll have to sleep on it, Ashley," and got ready for bed. I woke up the next morning, Saturday, to find a new text from Ashley: "Meet me behind the science building today at noon," it said. I did so, and we talked about the night before. "I'm so sorry about what happened last night," Ashley said, "but I still would like to lose my virginity. Would you still do that for me? I'll remove my ring." After some consideration, I eventually agreed to take Ashley's virginity. "Thank you," she said, "how does tonight sound?" "I guess so," I replied: "so long as Stacey doesn't have to intervene again". Ashley promised me Stacey wouldn't, as her piercing wouldn't be in, so I agreed to meet her that night. I returned to Ashley's dorm, I told Stephanie I was studying again, she let me in, and Ashley let me into her room. This time, she decided to skip getting tied to the bed, and just got naked. Her ring was gone as she promised, so I got naked and ate her out, without incident. After that, I put a condom on, and we got busy. The deed was done in ten minutes or so, and Ashley thanked me for taking her virginity, to which I thanked her for taking the clit ring out. After our tryst, I got dressed and left the dorm. Back at my dorm, I just went back to bed and my dormmates weren't around that nigh; they all had plans. I slept soundly knowing I fulfilled Ashley's dream to lose her virginity, even after some difficulties the first time. After that, things went on like normal: Ashley & I hung out, classes were all the same, and most importantly, no one ever found out about what happened. Ashley, Stacey & I swore to keep the incident between the three of us for the rest of our college year, so we did. And thank God we did; who knows what would've happened if word about Ashley's pussy tongue trap got out. The night was cool, inviting as I watched the young woman across the street. She stood outside of the small diner, just off work. She lit a cigarette, glancing around nervously as she smoked just under the street light. Her dirty, dark blond hair was pulled back from her face in a ponytail, exposing her rather gaunt face and emphasizing the dark circles under her eyes. She was overly thin, most likely due to substance abuse and stress. Her uniform stank of stale cigarettes and burnt coffee, the two blending together to create a nauseating mix. I glanced at my wristwatch. Fuck. Eight thirty already. She'll have to do. I needed to get home soon, but the task must be taken care of first. But still, it wouldn't do to not get any sleep for school. I watched as the young waitress took one last drag from her cigarette before throwing the butt to the ground. She hoisted her purse farther up her shoulder and started her trek home. Her low heeled shoes echoed behind her as they struck the concrete, the only sound to be heard other than distant traffic. The streets in this neighborhood were empty this late at night, with most everyone afraid of being mugged or murdered. Silly notion, really. Crime was rare here, despite the popular belief of most. I slipped out from the doorway in which I stood, following behind the waitress like some dark malevolent shadow. She eventually turned down a side street that lead into apartments for governmental housing cases. The very air of this place carries despair, hopelessness, decay. I'm disgusted by this, but the task must be carried out, it's my duty to the world. The woman stops in front of a pale green apartment whose lawn was littered with toys, a testament to the toddler who lived there. She unlocked the door, and soon disappears inside. I lingered in the shadow for a few moments, just long enough for the woman to begin her usual routine in her home. I crept alongside the apartment, listening as a drunken fool berated the young woman. Breaking glass accompanied the argument, masking beautifully any noise I made opening the back door. I slipped inside, my stomach turning as I caught whiff of rotting garbage and mold. I swallowed back my disgust, and continued into the house. The fight raged on, the drunken man beating the girl. Her cries rang out crystal clear, imprinting my mind with the memory of her pain. Moving through the filthy kitchen, and equally filthy dining room, I rounded the corner to the small living room and stopped just inside. They didn't notice me watching them, watching as he pulled her hair and punched her face. Their small daughter, who couldn't be more than three, watched too as her father beat her mother, crying for him to stop the whole time. Such a waste, really. All that rage used against a mere woman. Oh well. The drunk punched the limp body of the woman one last time before releasing her to fall to the floor. He turned around, and finally noticed me. "What the fuck are you doing in my house, kid? Get the hell out or I'll beat your ass too." I didn't say anything, instead just smiled as I began to approach him. "What, you laughing at me, you god damned little son of a bitch? You need to be taught some respect," he slurred as he took a swing at my head. I dodged easily, laughing as he missed, then stepped even closer. The drunk looked at me, fear filling his eyes, and screamed with the voice of one who is damned. I made quick work of him, cutting off that sound by making sure his throat wouldn't work any longer. He fell to the floor, gasping like a fish out of water, blood pouring down what remained of his neck. The child continued to scream, but no longer for the same reason. The smell of waste was filling the air, the stench almost unbearable. I approached the screaming girl, and attempted to sooth her with a gentle arm around her shoulders. She flinched away, with good reason. After all, her father was just murdered in front of her, and now death wanted her too. I decided to not play it out any longer than I needed to, and just broke the child's neck. The snap was loud, and the death instant. No need to be cruel to the innocent when you can avoid it. I carefully laid the body of the child on the floor, and turned my attention to her mother. I dragged the woman into the kitchen, and carefully pulled up the stained uniform. She moaned a little, just now stirring from unconsciousness. Her panties were easily enough removed, and soon I began to fulfill my duty. As soon as I thrust inside her, she whimpered in pain, and her eyes flew open. It took her a few moments to register that I was not her drunken husband, but someone else. She shrieked wildly underneath me, squirming to try to get away from my increasingly violent thrusts. My hands pushed her back down, and I grabbed her face, forcing her to look me in the eyes. I stared down at her with a cold emptiness that spoke volumes to her. Her shrieks softened to whimpers of pain, then to nothing. She finally accepted her fate, my dominance over her. The hot feel of her pussy surrounding my cock was almost unbearable as I thrust harder and harder, forcing pained mewls from the young woman's throat. I soon finished my task, leaving her lying on the floor, babbling incoherently about a demon. I wonder if she means me? I used her restroom to clean up as best I could before leaving for home. Halfway there, I stopped in an alley I used regularly to fish a bag with a change of clothes out from behind a dumpster. I changed, and threw the bloody clothes inside a metal barrel and torched them. I didn't leave until I was certain they had burned. *** I returned home, coming through the front door, and started up the stairs in an attempt to avoid my mother. It didn't work out the way I'd have liked it to. "Robbie?" My mother's shrill voice rang out from the living room. "Are you just now getting home, dear?" I walked back down the stairs and into the room where my mother sat watching the news. "I'm sorry for coming home so late. I had some studying I needed to get done tonight. SAT's are coming soon, you know." "I know sweetie, I know. Dinner is in the fridge if you're hungry. Next time give me a call so I won't worry about you. It's not safe these days." You have no idea... "I promise to call you next time, mom. I'll see you in the morning." "Good night, sweetie." "Good night, mom." I made my way up the stairs to the shower, and was soon cleaning away the filth of the world from my body. I dressed and went to my room for needed sleep when I finished. Flopping down on the bed, I wondered briefly if my seed would take in the new bitch. No matter. There will be plenty more for me to try with. I drifted off into a nightmare plagued sleep, the only time I ever feel anything. The only thin I ever feel. Fear. Fear for myself. *** It's been a few days since my last hunt, and I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever find someone more acceptable than the last. It shouldn't be that hard, considering the shape the woman was in, but I haven't been successful. So, here I am, sitting in the public library, studying like I'm always claiming to be. I focus on the subject before me, oblivious to anything around me, until... My heart sped up, and chills ran down my spine. My blood pounded in my ears as I looked up from my books. There she was, perfection scented like vanilla and her own more personal musk, walking slowly past my table. She caught me staring, and smiled sweetly. "Hi," she said, her voice sending more chills up my spine. Her hair was a rich brown and hung behind her like a long heavy curtain, moving slightly as if of it's own accord. Her pale green eyes were haunting, beautiful. She wore a pale blue sweater and jeans that hugged her body, displaying her generous curves and tiny waist She didn't look much older than me, still in her teens. I felt my hormones surging as she continued toward me. "Hello." She was now standing beside my table, her scent nearly overwhelming me. A fire burned within me, a hunger that this girl created. She was perfect, a woman that would make the perfect life mate. "I was wondering if you could help me find a copy of Bitten. The librarian said it would be around here, and I can't find it," she said, still smiling at me. "Certainly, miss..." "Oh, my name is Jen." I stood up, and went to the stacks, searching briefly before pulling the book off the shelf. "Here you go, Jen." "Thanks. Hey, you didn't tell me your name," she said as she took the book. My mouth had gone dry, and my voice stuck in my throat a little. 'My name... my name is Robert. It is very nice to meet you." Jen sat down at my table, and turned one of my books toward her. "Oh, I shouldn't have bothered you. I should probably let you get back to your studies." I sat down and placed my hand on her forearm. "No, stay. please. I was just about done anyway." "Are you sure? I remember all too well what it was like in school. I just graduated last year." Hmm. She really isn't much older than I am... "Oh, I'm sure. Would you like to," I started, not really comfortable talking with her. "Would you like to do something sometime?" Jen blushed a little. "You just met me. Why would you want to ask me out? I could be some kind of serial killer or something." "For a date with you, I'll take my chances." "Alright, sure. How about tomorrow night? It's a friday, so you'd have time to catch up with your school work..." "Tomorrow is perfect," I said eagerly, perhaps a bit too eagerly. "Where should I pick you up?" Jen grabbed a pencil and a piece of paper from the pile of my things, and wrote down her address and phone number. "I'll be ready around seven. See you then." She handed me the paper and walked away with her book, leaving just her lingering perfume to remind me she was even real. *** The date went well, I thought as I pulled up outside Jen's house and parked. I had taken her to dinner, and after to see a movie, the typical gestures that normal people make while trying to woo a potential partner. "Thanks for the great evening," Jen said as she opened her door. "It was my pleasure," I replied. Now invite me in, and we can finish this properly. "Would you like to come in for a soda or something?" "Yes, I would." I shut off the engine and got out of the car to follow Jen inside her home. It was a nice place, clean well furnished, but not overly elaborate. I looked at the pictures of her and and older man, wondering who he was. Jen caught me staring at the pictures, and smiled. "That's my brother Rick." "I see," I replied. "You live with him?" "Yeah, it's cheaper for us to rent a place together. We moved out here from Kansas a few months ago. We needed to get away from there. Too many bad memories after mom and dad died." "My apologies." "No need for you to apologize," Jen said. "It was just a freak accident." She turned her back to me, and headed toward the kitchen. I stalked after her slowly, ready to take her. Then I heard the front door open. "Jen?" A voice called out. "You home?" "Yeah, I'm in the kitchen with a friend." My heart pounded in my chest. If I had been a little quicker, this man would have caught me, and I'd have never completed my duties. I needed time to regroup. Rick walked into the kitchen, and stopped just in front of me. A strange look crossed his face, as if he saw some thing he recognized in my eyes. I stared back, refusing to submit to his dominance. We continued to watch each other until Jen came over and laid a hand on Rick's arm. "Robert, this is my brother, Rick. Rick, this is my date, Robert." "It's nice to meet you Rick," I said with a low tone. "Same here," he replied, continuing to study me. "I'm going to head home, Jen. It's getting pretty late, and I'm sure you guys don't want a stranger here at this hour." "What about your soda?" She asked. "I'll take a rain check," I said with a smile. " Catch you later." I walked out of the house, frustrated with the lack of success. The brother has to go. I'll take care of him after I get my prize. *** I stood waiting in the shadows for Rick to leave, and it wasn't long before he did so. It has been a few days since my failed hunt, and I haven't spoken to Jen at all since then. With Rick gone, however, I'd get my mate tonight. I approached the house, and knocked on the door. Inside I could hear Jen moving down the hall to answer the door. "Hello... oh hey. You never called me. I thought you decided I was a loser after all. Come in," she said holding open the door for me. "I'm terribly sorry about that," I replied, brushing past her. "I've been busy with my studies, and other things." "Well, I was just getting ready to watch a movie. Care to join me?" "I'd love to. Now, about that rain check on the soda," I started. "What kind would you like? I've got coke, and orange crush." "Orange crush please. Caffeine upsets my stomach." Jen was already heading into the kitchen. "You too, huh? Rick's the same way." I followed her closely, leaving only a small space between us. She tried to open the refrigerator door, and found me to be in the way. "You'll need to move if you want the soda," she said, a hint of anxiety in her voice. "I don't want the soda," I replied softly, a low growl in my voice. Jen tried to inch away from me, but I grabbed her arm and spun her around, forcing her arm behind her just high enough to cause a little pain when she struggled. "I don't want to hurt you, Jen. You're special, not like other females," I said as I stroked her hair with my free hand. "Please, let me go, I'll do anything, anything you want, just don't hurt me." I began to move forward, still holding her arm behind her back. She moved along with me, whimpering in pain. "I'm just fulfilling my duties, you see. I need to breed, Jen. I need to bring more of my kind into the world so that I'm not the only one who exists. But you're special. I want you for my life mate. I want you with me always, to have my children, to warm my bed," I whispered into her ear. Jen began sobbing, blood warm tears rolled down her face soaking into her shirt. "Don't do this, god, please don't do this..." I lifted her up from the floor after releasing her arm, and began to walk down the hall with her, kicking open doors to find her room. She struggled the whole time, but one could hardly blame her. After all, she didn't yet know that I was dominant enough to breed her. I brought her inside, and tossed her on the bed. I turned my back briefly to lock her door. But before I turned around, I heard a click, and could smell gun oil. Jen was standing beside the bed, a nine millimeter hand gun held in her trembling hands, pointed right at me."Get out, Robert. I smiled at her, and slowly walked forward. "You can't kill me, Jen. I am no mortal man." "I'm warning you, I'll use it," she said as she backed up. "Give me the gun, and I won't have to hurt you Jen." "Fuck off. Get the hell out of my house." "I can't do that. You are mine now. My mate, and you have to help me." "Never!" Jen screamed. "Not if you were the last man on earth." "Suit your self," I said as I lunged at her. As I sailed forward, I heard the gun go off, and felt a hot pain in my chest. I collapsed onto the floor, steam rising from the wound in my chest. I looked down at myself, covered in blood, and felt myself fading. The pain that accompanies death wasn't as bad as one might think. Jen came forward and pointed the gun right in my face. "It's silver, mother fucker." I opened my mouth to ask how, but was cut short by one last gun shot. Then, there was nothing.
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My name is Amber. I am married to a brunette, blue-eyed wimp named Ken. He's tall and muscularly built but has a really tiny penis. He has no job and lays around watching football all day when he isn't surfing porn. He farts a lot like a real man does, and giggles about it, but doesn't want anyone to see the resulting skid marks in his underwear. I'm five foot six, 110 pounds, as slender as a reed with a super tightly- packed body. I have long blonde hair, blue eyes, and wear a 36 g-cup bra. Actually, my tits are so big, they don't fit in the bra, but that's the biggest bra I can get. Despite the fact that my tits alone weigh thirty pounds each, I have not an ounce of fat on me. Oh, yeah, and I have a killer ass. Oh, and I won the Miss Universe contest eight times in a row. Oh, and I'm so beautiful that men pass out around me all the time from the sudden blood loss to their brains. As beautiful as I am, I always wonder why I ever married Mr. Wimp, but let's just say that I love him anyway, totally. And I'd never hurt him. And I'm devoted. So, it came as a shock when Ken's friend Mel came over to the house while Ken was at the store buying porno mags with the weekly paycheck I earned and gave him. Mel is tall, dark, and handsome, Australian, and doesn't work, either. However, despite the fact that he lays around all day (like my husband does), he's built like an eighteen year old body-builder. All of his muscles ripple when he moves. I would have figured Mel would be stuck to his couch this time of day, but there he was with a six-pack of beer. "Ken's not here?" he asked me with deep, flashing eyes. He looked my figure up and down. He apparently liked me in what I was wearing. I wondered if I should put on something more than the uncomfortable thong that Ken expected me to wear all the time. My transparent tube top that clearly showed my enormous nipples covered everything up top, so I guess I was okay there. "No, you know him; he's masturbating under his coat to the magazines at the liquor store." I smiled like a dutiful, nice housewife. "Oh, and you don't mind?" What a funny guy. He obviously didn't know that when you get married, the man is supposed to be able to become a total porn addict and masturbate to pictures of other women. "Of course not, silly." I laughed. "Us wives are expected to support that with a kind and sympathetic heart." "So do you look at porn?" "Oh! Heavens no!" I exclaimed in total horror. Was he kidding? Everyone knew that when you get married, the wife must never exhibit any kind of interest in anything sexual except for her husband. "No way! I could be labeled a slut if I looked at a picture of a naked man." "Oh. Mind if I stick these in the fridge?" He raised the six-pack. "Go right ahead. Ken will need some nourishment when he comes back from masturbating. If I don't keep him well-fed and nourished, he might not be able to give me our twice-yearly sex." "Twice a year? Isn't that a lot?" He put the six-pack in next to tonight's carefully coordinated dinner plans. I was carrying a load of Ken's clean underwear from the laundry room when he asked that. As hard as I tried, I couldn't get all the skid marks or cum stains out of Ken's underwear. Maybe I should buy him some fresh ones to soil when he masturbated. "A lot? Well, maybe it is, but I'm always here for him. I'm ready at all times to be his woman - I mean, his wife." "Why do you say that? Wife rather than woman?" Mel sure was dense sometimes. "Well, if I say woman, then that implies that I am a person. You see, when you get married, the man becomes the only person in the marriage. The woman becomes a wife and stops being a person." "Huh?" "If I was a real person, and not just a wife, I might have feelings. I might have rights and expectations of being treated like a person - a real human being. But everyone knows that wives are just possessions for their husbands." I never saw what was coming. Mel closed the fridge door and backed into me. I couldn't see because Ken's underwear laundry was piled too high. Even though I did his laundry every day, his soiling of twenty-two sets of underwear each day made a big pile. Both Mel and I collided. The laundry went straight up into the air. I heard a loud ripping sound as all of Mel's clothes flew off him and into the air to mix with Ken's laundry. We both fell to the ground, and as we were falling, Mel's penis twitched, blew up and aimed at me. My tube top tore off and flew across the room and my thong suddenly separated at the seams. "Oh no!" I cried. Mel's engorged penis was at least 47 inches long and as big around as my thigh. I was instantly wet at the sight and as he fell on top of me, his cock slid into my pussy so easily that it picked up speed. I couldn't believe I had taken all of his cock inside me. Mel bounced off my boobs and it caused his hips to bounce too. His cock rammed me in and out several times. I had trouble breathing because his cock was coming out of my throat. I loved it. Even though it felt like I was giving birth to a continent, his massive penis brought me to orgasm. I had expected such a large penis to rip my vaginal canal and cause severe pain, but it was just like Ken fantasized - the bigger the cock, the better. I couldn't believe that my skin could stretch to thirty times it's normal limit and cause so much pleasure. I could only recommend that all men have something on their skin stretched so that they could feel so good, too. Mel bounced four pumps into me and suddenly he came. Gallons of sperm shot out of my mouth and splattered my eyes, face, neck, tits, stomach, bush, and somehow, even my killer ass. Sperm was everywhere. And yes, my enormous tits were fully covered. Oh yeah, and my nipples were hard and standing a whole foot in the air. Right at that instant, the door flew open and Ken strode in like Napoleon conquering Europe. With him was my mother, my father, my three year old niece, my sister, our cat, our next door neighbors, Father Donovan - the family priest, my grandmother, Aunt Alice, my boss from work, Mother Theresa, the Pope, my doctor, the UPS man, my best friend Sarah, and God Himself. "Well well," Ken strutted around in circles as he looked Mel and me over. "It was an accident!" I cried. "Shut up, slut!" You will never speak to me again!" Ken circled us. I noticed that he had somehow become even more muscular, more tanned, and the bulge in his pants said that his cock had finally gotten its growth spurt while he was at the store. He looked like a real man, now. Whereas his cock had been an inch long, it now appeared to fill his underwear. The entire crowd looked at me disapproving and judgmental. My boss took a step forward. "Eh, you're fired, slut." My parents shook their heads. My father looked hurt. "Even though you were my little girl and I loved you so dearly, you are no longer our daughter and we support Ken's planned beatings and even killing you if he feels like it." My dear old grandmother who loved me no matter what just shook her head in sadness at me. "God might forgive you, but I never can for what you did. I only hope Ken will let me help him beat you. If you're lucky, maybe he'll keep you alive so we can go on and on beating you." I blinked several times. "Aunt Alice, aren't you dead?" "Yes, slut niece, but I had to come back to disapprove. Didn't you know that not only is your whole life over, but that your stain carries over into death, too?" "Hey, old bitch," Ken muttered. "This is my show." Mel vanished in a whirl of clothes. How he separated them so fast from all of Ken's underwear, I don't know. "Hold it, you!" Ken's voice boomed. Mel came and stood meekly in front of Ken. He didn't even move as Ken sort of shrugged and his fist shot out to totally crush Mel's face. Blood splattered from the broken nose. "Sorry to have to do that to you, buddy, but you fucked my wife. We'll get together later for football after I've trashed Amber, here." "Okay, see you in a bit." Mel mumbled and left. Ken looked at me a moment. The UPS man whispered something in his ear. "Oh yeah, the speech." Ken began to draw breath. I was unable to speak or move for some reason as his chest swelled and swelled and swelled. After a few minutes of sucking in air, he began. "Since you have decided to be a whore and break your vows to me, the whole marriage is changed the way I decide on my whim. You are nothing but a slut and you have thrown away all the trust that I had in you. You are so filthy that I can never again look at you with love, which is good because I love to masturbate anyway. But since you are a total slut whore, you will never get sex from me again. Nothing you say will ever mean anything to me because everything you say is a lie - no matter what you say." I sobbed. "But..." There was no interrupting him. The sheer power of his presence even overshadowed God over in the corner. "Since you are the filthiest, most vile creature alive now, and since you are my possession, I can now treat you like I please. Your one act makes you mine to do with what I please. I am going to dish out your punishment after I'm done blabbing, and you will deserve every second of it, and even more. I reserve the right to beat you whenever I feel rested enough to continue, because it will be showing you that I am a real man." I sobbed pitifully. Why wouldn't he listen to me? "But..." "And because you are the most disgusting filthy slut on the face of the planet, I will now take on my new lovers..." Two gorgeous blondes walked in, arm in arm. "... Jenna and Taylor. They are lesbians who have sex all the time with anyone they feel like. They will be moving in and staying in our bedroom..." Some guy dropped their luggage inside the door. "... while you will be sleeping under the table in the kitchen like the dog you are. I will be having sex with them all the time, in front of you, and you will be forced to watch. All because you are a filthy slut and your actions give me the right to do this. I will fuck anyone I want, including your mother, and you will have to accept it. Oh yeah, and your sister, too. Oh yeah, and animals, too..." At that moment, another guy came in leading a goat. Ken ripped off his jeans and out sprang the biggest cock I had ever seen. It was at least fifty inches long and as thick around as a barstool. His growth spurt was amazing. He rammed it into the goat and continued his speech. "Whoever or whatever I fuck, you will have to lick my cum out of them, because you are a whore and you will do what I say." I sobbed even more pitifully, sorry that I was ever born to have so hurt this wonderful man. And the size of his cock... if I had just waited an hour instead of having this accident, I could have been really pleasured by the most wonderful man alive. "But..." "I will now call you nothing but slut. You are no longer even a possession and thus don't deserve a name. Aren't I clever? Oh, and you will remain silent at all times and blah blah and blah..." He droned on for another fifteen minutes while I tried to say I was sorry. He finally ran out of his first long breath and glared piously at me. "How was that, everyone?" He strutted around the kitchen after spewing his sperm into the goat. Everyone applauded wildly. Mother Theresa shook her head. "How does the macho stud get to be able to pontificate a huge speech like that without interruption?" My best friend Sarah answered her. "Because he was cheated on. Didn't you know all men that get cheated on get studly abilities?" A lot of noise sounded at the door, followed by a burst of even more people rushing into the room. Four Swedish bikini team blondes surrounded my Ken and pushed a lottery ticket at him. One of them gushed at him. "We saw you drop this on your way out of the liquor store. It's a winning lotto ticket! You now have seventy-five million dollars!" "That's nice," Ken said as if he expected it. "You can blow me now, if you must." The four women dropped down and proceeded to lick my husband's cock like a lollipop. I was envious. A blonde news reporter with even bigger tits than me came in and stuck a microphone in his face. "How does it feel to have discovered your wife being a total slut?" "Well," Ken wagged his head and looked upwards. "I was able to catch her in the act of being a slut. I'm going to dish out a massive beating that will involve broken bones and a lot of blood." "Is divorce in your future, Mister Wonderful?" "Heavens, no!" Ken looked angry. "Divorce implies she's a person. You see, she's a possession. That's a big difference. You can do whatever you want with a possession. No, I want to go on humiliating her every day for the rest of her life. I want her to cry and feel not only physical pain from the planned hourly beatings, but I want her to feel emotional pain, too." The news reporter looked confused. "But divorce is no fault - has been since the seventies. She can divorce you whether you want to or not." "No no no, you don't understand." Ken spoke slowly, as if to a child. "Once she has become a slut, she loses any legal status she might have. She won't leave me to divorce me because I desire to ruin her life over and over and over again until she is dead, if I don't decide to kill her first. So, you see, she'll stay and suffer endless physical torture because it will make me feel good. Isn't that right, slut!?" His kick to my face caught me off guard. Blood spurted from my mouth and I had to spit out a tooth that he had kicked loose. "Please..." Just then, three women in business suits filed in. "I'm Elizabeth Mary Diaz- Jensen-Freely-Brent from the National Organization of Women. I have papers here that NOW is formally disavowing Amber as a woman. You may beat her at whim." "See?" Ken bragged to the news reporter. Amidst the crowd of people, six men were carting off his big screen TV. Criminals would take advantage of anything to steal. Ken flew into action to the gasps of the crowd. He landed in the midst of the criminals and his feet and fists shot out so fast that we all thought we were watching Matrix. His spinning kick where he alternated left and right foot kicks while floating and slowly turning in midair was awesome. He looked bored, though, and was looking at his fingernails. After dispatching the criminals and saving his big screen, he came back to strut for the fawning news reporter. The big titted woman was speechless. "Can... can I suck your cock, too?" He waved his permission with a lazy hand. God strode forward. "I AM AND I AM HERE TO METE OUT VENGEANCE." God didn't see the lazy backhand that my Ken threw His way. With the sound of a cannon, Ken backhanded God's face, sending Him flying back against the wall. "Vengeance might be yours, oh God, but revenge is mine. You can have her after I kill her." Ken hadn't even looked at God. Ken advanced on me. "Time to get what you deserve. Your act has caused this." "Ahem," Father Donovan cleared his throat. He held out a baseball bat. "Do it right, Ken." Ken hefted the bat and I could see the superiority in his eyes, the enjoyment. As each blow fell, I could hear bones break. Blood flew and splattered. He beat me in a frenzy until he was exhausted. The crowd cheered as the last of my bones were shattered. I was a slut and got what I deserved, right? Yep. But life wasn't done being sympathetic to my poor husband. In rushed Jay from the local ShopMart where Ken had held a brief job. "Dude! I mean, Mister Wonderful Ken, I'm glad I found you. Management wants you back! You're rehired for double-pay. That's ten bucks an hour, dude! And they'll even let you sit in the break room all day looking at those porn mags you jizzed all over and were fired for." The kitchen erupted in even bigger cheers as music swelled from somewhere. Angels sang and the sun shone so brightly through the windows. It was the start of a wonderful life. For Ken. Smoke hung heavy in the air and he could feel the thumping bass through the soles of his boots as he made his way slowly through the random party house. He couldn't remember if it had been Ricky or Jasmine or Franco who invited him or if anyone even had. All he knew was that he had the supply and the demand was here. Slapping palms with several people he passed, Caleb wended his way through to the kitchen, the exchanges so quick and effortless it was almost impossible to see the trade. His pockets bulged with cash. Someone passed him a red plastic Solo cup. "Hey, sugar," a female voice cooed in his ear. Arms slithered around his waist from behind, hot breath fanning against his neck. He didn't need the cloying scent of vanilla to know who was clinging to him. The titillating press of her tits was enough of a giveaway. "Something I can do for you, Sarah?" Pouting lips came into view as Sarah twisted around his body, putting plenty of shimmy and shake to things. "I think the question should be: is there something I can do for you?" she purred. "Not anymore." There was a time, not long ago, when just the suggestion of her puckered lips would have had him crashing into a semi-private corner to ravage her. But that was one ex-best friend and one too many stolen snorts of coke ago. "Don't be like that, Caleb. There's no reason we can't mix business with pleasure." "The business supersedes the pleasure." He leaned close to whisper in her ear. "I don't fuck with fiends, Sarah. You knew that way before your deviated septum." In his defense -- or maybe hers -- Sarah had never known how Caleb made all his money. The part-time gig at the factory didn't account for the nearly limitless stacks of cash he had at his disposal. She ended up getting a taste of what Nico had to offer one night when Caleb was working and it took way too long for him to realize that she had become just another hopeless addict. One who would lie, cheat and steal her way to her next fix. Sighing, he extricated himself from her clutches and stood staring down at her. "Go find Nico, Sarah. I'm sure he has what you want." He left before she could make an even bigger fool of herself. The kitchen was sparsely furnished -- anything breakable and even remotely valuable had been removed prior to the party starting. Whoever was hosting had obviously learned their lesson from every previous party. If it wasn't a window getting smashed out, it was framed pictures and priceless knick knacks getting busted. It was quieter here, less populated. He could breathe a little easier. Franco stood in the corner by the table-for-two, chewing at the rim of his plastic cup and Facebook open on his phone about three inches from his face. It took him a minute to notice Caleb. "Oh, hey, dude," he said, his eyes finally focusing. They pounded knuckles. "Where's Raul?" Caleb asked. Franco's eyes flickered. "Uh..." "Don't bullshit me," he warned. "That little punk has owed me for three weeks now. I'm done playing." It wasn't even that it was a huge amount Raul owed. But the minute word got around that one person -- a friend's brother at that -- was stiffing him, his reputation was shot. He was going to have to make an example of the kid and that seriously pissed him off because he liked him. Franco sighed. "He's in one of the bedrooms." Nodding, Caleb found the hallway that led to the back of the house. Luck was on his side tonight. The first door he opened revealed Raul dry humping the shit out of some chick on an unmade, twin size bed. Two steps and Caleb had Raul by the scruff of his neck, hauling him off the girl and slamming him against the wall. Her startled scream barely even registered. As she scrambled off the bed and fled, yanking her shirt over her bare tits, Caleb slammed Raul against the wall again for emphasis. "What the fuck, man?" Raul shouted. "I think you know what this is about, Raul," he said calmly, turning him and anchoring his forearm against his throat. He only applied slight pressure but Raul's face started getting red quick and his eyes bugged out. He gurgled something in reply. Caleb let up a little. "I'll have it... Friday," Raul repeated, panting. Caleb considered. "Make it Thursday." "But I don't get paid til—" Before Raul could even blink, Caleb's fist was cracking the plaster near his left ear. Raul quaked a little in his Air Jordans. Blood and dust sprinkled onto his shoulder. "Wednesday, Raul," Caleb said. With fresh fear instilled in him, Caleb sent him stumbling out of the room. His knuckles throbbed like a bitch but he waited until Raul was out of sight before going across the hall to the bathroom and cranking the cold faucet on. "So, do you pick fights with walls often?" He paused, his shoulders tensing imperceptibly. "Only when they get in my way," he said mildly. Soft, husky laughter echoed out of the bathtub. Turning, he saw past the partially closed shower curtain to a young woman balancing precariously on the rim of the tub. Meeting his eyes, she let her hip rest against the tiled wall, her elbow on the small window ledge. He'd never seen eyes so intensely green before. He realized from her vantage point, she had a direct line of sight into the bedroom across the hall. Cocking a brow, she offered him a plastic cup. He wondered where the hell he'd lost his at as he accepted it, taking a cautious sip, surprised to taste only Pepsi. "You didn't roofie me, did you?" he asked. "Probably should have asked that before you drank. Guess we'll find out in a few minutes." She grinned, showing off a set of deep dimples, and took a drag off a cigarette. He was relieved to see it was just a cigarette. "Let me know if you start experiencing any dizziness." He leaned against the sink. "What's your name?" "Lina." "I haven't seen you around before." Again with the eyebrow. "I'm just visiting, stranger," she said pointedly. He smirked. "I'm Caleb." Stepping carefully around the rim of the tub, she hopped down to the floor, her scuffed Converse making slight impressions in the thick bath mat. She flicked her Marlboro into the toilet where it fizzled out and slid her hands into the ass pockets of her aquamarine shorts. Her loose white top suddenly stretched tight over her generous endowments. Standing so close to her now, Caleb saw flecks of gold mingled with the green in her eyes, her long as hell eyelashes creating a breeze every time she blinked. Tension coiled in him. There wasn't much space at all separating them and the heat radiating off her body was causing a slow burn in him. He let his gaze wander from her skinny ankles (a small tattooed heart just barely visible), up her shapely calves and thighs (tanned and smooth), lingering a little at the hem of her shorts where the tip of her pocket linings were peeking out (a cute skull pattern), pausing even longer on her chest (nipples hard and pushing insistently against her bra). Finally, he met her eyes again, and saw she'd just done her own slow perusal of him. Her teeth sank briefly into her full bottom lip before a slow smile curved upward. "Starting to feel dizzy yet?" she murmured. Narrowing his eyes, Caleb glanced briefly out into the hallway, considering. It would be easy to let things south of his brain rule his decisions but he wasn't stupid and he didn't take unnecessary chances. And yet... He looked back at her, at the lust glazing her eyes, knowing his own were reflecting the same. "Let's get out of here." ******* Caleb didn't pause to acknowledge what a royal fuck-up this was. Instead, his fingers laced with Lina's, they walked out of the party without uttering another word. As they passed through the living room, his eyes briefly met Sarah's, and he felt a twinge of guilt he squashed in the next instant. He had no reason to feel guilty. Especially seeing as she was staring over Nico's shoulder as his hand braced against the wall near her head, leaning in close as they whispered sweet nothings to each other. They walked out into the warm summer night and down the block a ways to his car. She skidded to a stop. "This is the Supernatural car," she said. He laughed. "Not quite. This one's a '68." It was also cherry red, a giant bull's-eye for cops, but he couldn't bring himself to be concerned about that. "My dad and I restored her when I was growing up." Her fingers gently trailed across the hood of the Impala, her gaze following their desultory path before flicking up to meet his. "I'm trying to reconcile the image of the guy who's sentimental enough to keep up with the maintenance on a classic car with the one of the guy who... beats up walls." He caught the pause and stilled. "I'm not a nice guy." "I don't think you're a bad one either." Faintly, they could still hear the music pulsing, the occasional drunken laugh. But the space between the two of them was charged and silent. Caleb couldn't look away from her eyes. A smile tilted the corners of her mouth. "Are you gonna kiss me or not?" A spark ignited and somehow he had her against the driver's side door, one hand tangled in the silky black strands of her hair, one on her hip as his lips came down on hers. She moaned, parting her lips under the coaxing of his, tongues tangling. It was wet, sloppy and eager, and it sent an electric charge sizzling straight to his straining cock. Her fingers blazed a trail under his shirt, playing at the dips and planes of his abs, tickling at the waistband of his jeans. Another charge shivered through his body. A haze settled over his brain. Sliding his hand from her hip to the back of her thigh, he hiked her leg up, curving it around his waist, and let out a groan as his cock sank into the softness between her legs. He needed to ditch their clothes. Now. Tearing away from her lips, he nibbled kisses down her neck and across her rapidly fluttering pulse, tongue swirling to soothe the little nips, her breathy moans urging him on and firing his blood. He dipped into the hollow of her throat and her head tipped back, eyes closed tight, lips parted and still glistening from their kisses. Finally, Caleb's lips found the creamy swell of her breasts, and he suckled his way across, tattooing a line of faint strawberry marks. Releasing her leg, he sank into a crouch, shoving her shirt up and letting his mouth continue its exploration. He tasted the skin around her navel, flicking the dangling charm of her belly button ring, and nibbled at her hip bone. Her hands had been kneading at his shoulders but now her fingers fisted in his hair. "Caleb," she panted. He paused, his forehead resting against her stomach. He was eye level with the button of her shorts. Fucking clothes, man. "We should probably... find somewhere... a little more... private," she continued, breathless. She was right. He knew she was right. And yet all he could think about doing was ripping off those damn aquamarine shorts and nailing her right on the hood of his car. Some of the fog cleared from his brain. Enough that he was able to stand without doing exactly that. His engorged cock strained even more against his zipper and he leaned into her, seeing the gratifying widening of her eyes. "Your chariot awaits," he rasped. He honestly couldn't remember the drive to his apartment. Lina curled against his side, licking at his pulse, her fingers working the zipper of his jeans and delving inside to curl around his cock. When her palm swept up and down, up and down, her thumb rubbing against the mushroom head, his eyes rolled back and he nearly ran a red light. They were barely parked when their lips were fusing together again. Stumbling out of the car, they tripped up the exterior stairs to his door, laughter at their clumsiness turning into moans when a hand stroked just right. With one arm he held her close, with the other he inserted the key into the deadbolt, and to expedite things he simply lifted her and carried her in. Back in his bedroom, he sank with her onto the king size mattress. They divested each other of their clothing quickly, not a careful unwrapping but like a couple of kids on Christmas morning ripping away to see what was underneath. There would be time to savor later. Right now, need was coursing through their veins, nerve endings tingling, blood rushing. Caleb rolled on a condom and placed the tip of his cock against her weeping entrance. He rocked his hips forward, hearing her breath hitch, feeling a shiver skitter down his spine, and slammed balls deep into her scorching tightness. "Oh, God," she groaned, back arching, head thrown back. Caleb bit out a curse, muscles straining as he fought the urge not to blow shit right then and there. Gritting his teeth, her inner walls clenching him in a silken fist, he planted a hand above her shoulder and gave a few shallow thrusts. Her muscles contracted, deliciously drawing him back in. A blissed out moan escaped from his throat. Dipping his head, he suckled a pebbled nipple into his mouth, teeth scraping, tongue flicking, drawing a fresh rush of liquid warmth over his cock. He set a fast rhythm, hips pistoning. Lina met him thrust for thrust. Her nails scored down his back and her head thrashed back and forth as her moans reached a crescendo. "I'm coming," she cried, going rigid in his arms. Her sheath spasmed around him and it set off his own orgasm. Thrusting once, twice, Caleb felt it build and build until finally he simply exploded. A hoarse shout burst out of him. Collapsing beside her, their panting breaths were the only sounds in the room for a long minute. "I think I can get addicted to you," Lina finally mumbled.
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Claudia let out a slight grunt as she set down the last of the crates in the corner of the office's kitchen area. As usual she had overestimated how hungry and thirsty her employees would be, which meant that for the next two weeks or so they would be padding out their lunches with plenty of leftovers. Overall, she had to admit, the Christmas party had been a success. There had been some grumbling early on about her insistence on having the catering be vegetarian but between the open bar she had set up and the generous Amazon gift cards everybody received that grumbling had soon passed. Now, everybody had gone home happy and tired. Everybody except for Claudia, and Linda, of course. The fact that her personal assistant had insisted on lingering even during the Christmas party to help Claudia finish up her day hadn't been lost on Claudia. Even now Linda was working, helping the rental company get the karaoke system and the bar equipment they had rented for the party into the elevator. Claudia emerged from the kitchen just in time to see Linda walk back into the main office area, where the desks had all been moved up against the wall to create an open area. Whoever came into work on the twenty-seventh would have to help move things back into their usual place. That would probably be Linda too. She had to admit, seeing Linda in a dress was something else. Her personal assistant had had to miss last year's Christmas party due to an illness, so this was the first time seeing the younger woman in something that didn't seem specifically designed to hide how attractive she was. It was a rather simple cocktail dress in a wine red cotton blend with a slight flare to the skirt and a sash around the waist to emphasize her hips. The neckline was a bit conservative, especially compared to what some of her female coworkers were wearing, but with her hair in an elaborate bun and subtle yet eye-catching make up Linda was being seen in a whole new light. Throughout the night Claudia had watched as a handful of male co-workers had come up to Linda to make conversation with her. She had never wandered close enough to hear what was being discussed but body language suggested it was more than just the weather. Much to her surprise Claudia had felt a pang of jealousy every time she watched one of her male employees flirt with her personal assistant. The first time it had happened Claudia had actually retreated to her private office for a few minutes under the guise of having to answer an e-mail. Claudia wasn't sure where that sudden feeling of jealousy had come from. Her relationship with Linda was... complicated, but not romantic. They had agreed to that the moment it seemed like Linda's work would start to include more than running Claudia's schedule and bringing her coffee. Then why did she want to send the man talking to her personal assistant home that very moment? Was it just because she was worried that if Linda started dating someone, she would lose interest in working late? Or was it more? She finally forced herself not to think about it. She had a party to run. Besides, she knew that the moment she did anything that might make people think she had any kind of interest in Linda they'd both be in deep shit. Her more than Linda. Thankfully the man that was talking to Linda eventually retreated to mingle some more. And while those same pangs of jealousy seemed to return every time someone struck up a private conversation with Linda she managed to make it through the party without causing a scene. Now they were left to clean up together, at least so much that the custodial staff would have room to do the actual cleaning. Linda just smiled as she walked up to Claudia. "Hell of a party Claudia..." she smiled. "Did you know that Greg seemed to think that I personally saved his job?" Claudia blinked, thinking for a moment. A few weeks ago she had sent Greg Wilson home after a client had expressed dissatisfaction with his work. But Claudia had gone over the work he had done and come to the conclusion that the problem was the client, not the work. So the people she had assigned to the job had been allowed to come back and continue working on the account. As far as Claudia was concerned Linda had had nothing to do with them being allowed to come back. After all, their special relationship worked because Linda never interfered with how Claudia ran the company. "What did you tell him?" Claudia said cautiously. "The truth." Linda said simply as she slipped past Claudia and into the kitchen. "That his work was good, and that you don't fire people just because the client isn't happy when they got exactly what they asked for." Claudia nodded, that was true enough. She watched as Linda emerged from the kitchen with a plastic garbage bag. "Mind if I give you a hand with that?" Claudia immediately offered. "Sure Claudia." Linda smiled. "Just thought that I'd get the worst of the clutter sorted before I headed out." Claudia nodded, it was such a Linda thing to do. She couldn't remember the last time she had seen her personal assistant be in an actual hurry to get home. Together they filled up the bag quickly, mostly with plastic drink glasses and paper plates and napkins. Halfway through Claudia had to head back to the kitchen to retrieve a second bag, but twenty minutes of systematic work left the office area looking mostly clean, or at least clean enough that she wouldn't feel guilty about leaving the custodians to take care of the rest of it. Linda had just finished washing her hands when Claudia appeared in the doorway to the kitchen area again. "Hey Linda, you never told me what you're doing to celebrate Christmas..." Linda paused, then sighed, finishing washing her hands. Claudia blinked, realising immediately that she probably overstepped. After all, the question was unusually personal. Claudia wasn't even sure why she had asked it. She watched as Linda slowly turned off the faucet and dried off her hands with a tea towel before turning to face her boss. "I was just going to hang out with some friends." she said. In spite of the tone of the answer Claudia couldn't help but press the matter a little. "You never really told me about your personal life Linda..." Linda shrugged, putting the tea towel back on the hook on the wall. "I don't have much of a personal life." "I find that hard to believe..." Claudia said with a small frown. "I mean, you work a lot, but..." "Yes, I do work a lot." came Linda's quick reply, her words seemingly containing an implicit message about Claudia not needing to concern herself with what she did outside of that work, whether as Claudia's personal assistant or her mistress. But Claudia wasn't ready to leave well enough alone. "Look, Linda..." she said softly. "I'm just trying to get to know you a little better... you seem to know me incredibly well..." Linda sighed and shook her head. "I know what you need Claudia, and how to take care of those needs. I thought we agreed that it would be just that." Claudia sighed softly. What was she supposed to say to that? That seeing Linda talk to men in a flirty way had suddenly made her realise she wanted more than just a personal assistant and a mistress? She knew that the most likely outcome, and the rational one, was for Linda to shut her down, hard. Maybe end her role as Claudia's mistress. Maybe end her employment entirely. And Linda's qualities as a personal assistant alone meant that Claudia didn't want to give her up. The only option left was deflection. "Sorry... I was just making conversation." Linda paused for a moment, watching her boss out of the corner of her eye, trying to read her. There were parts of Claudia's body language she could read like a book. When she needed to bring her decaf rather than regular coffee. Or when it was time to bust out the collar and strap her to her desk chair and edge her for an hour or so to help her unwind. She wasn't sure what to do now that her boss indicated she just wanted to make conversation. Finally she reached a decision in her mind. She wasn't sure whether it was the right one, which was rare for her, but it seemed right for the moment. "I wasn't lying when I said I was going to spend Christmas with friends. There's a bar a few blocks from here... I think you should see it." That caught Claudia off guard. It was hard to imagine Linda as a bar fly. She tried to form a mental picture of one where Linda would fit in. Her mind, normally so creative, failed her completely. All she could come up with was "Should I see it right now?" "I don't know if they're open... hang on." Claudia watched as Linda brushed past her and went to retrieve her phone from her purse. Claudia couldn't see exactly what she was doing with it, but about two minutes later she looked up. "You're in luck... grab your coat." Claudia nodded, heading back to her office. A dark woollen coat covered up her own cocktail dress, a long black number made by her personal tailor. She stepped back out to find Linda similarly prepared. "So where are we going?" she asked cautiously. "A bar, like I said. We'll take the subway." came Linda's response as she headed to the elevator, leaving Claudia to catch up with her. The older woman wasn't wearing her collar right now but it was obvious that Linda was still very much in charge. The subway ride was uneventful, mostly. Claudia's company wasn't the only one who had their Christmas party that night. There was an unusual proliferation of well dressed couples clinging to each other. Claudia couldn't help but wonder how many of them were actually together, and how many of them were just spurred on by cheap champagne to dive headfirst into a one night stand that would probably make for some incredibly awkward moments when they returned to work after the holidays. For a moment Claudia considered taking Linda's hand as the younger woman led the way out of the subway station but her body language made her decide against it. She just followed Linda's lead up two escalators, then out into the snowy street. The bar turned out to be quite close to the subway station, just two blocks away, but also very well hidden. The building itself looked like any brick and mortar apartment building in this part of the city. A wrought iron fence lined the front and Linda walked along it. There turned out to be a staircase on the other side, leading below street level, the concrete steps worn with decades of use. At the bottom was a heavy metal door. Claudia could just make out the camera, a spherical ball of dark glass that she probably would have missed if it weren't for the pinprick of light created by a red LED. Linda pressed on the doorbell and smiled up at it. A moment later there was an electric buzzing sound followed by a loud click, and Linda pushed the door open. Claudia had no idea what to expect form the space beyond. It turned out to be a narrow hallway, about ten feet long, red tiles along the floor and yellowing wallpaper lining the walls. A metal door similar to the one they had just stepped through was visible on the far end. Claudia couldn't help but wonder what kind of bar needed security measures like that. But then she pushed past those thoughts - she had to trust Linda. She handed her coat to her personal assistant. Linda hung both from the coat rack mounted on the wall, then pushed open the second door, leading Claudia inside. The bar was unlike any Claudia had ever seen. Her first instinct was dive bar, it was small and dimly lit and below ground, but it was far too clean for that. Most of the furniture looked old and the predominant colour seemed to be brown, although this was brightened up considerably by framed prints of modern art. Claudia recognised a Kandinsky and a Lichtenstein, although they seemed to have been picked based on being colourful rather than belonging to any particular genre or style. Something she hadn't immediately noticed, but which stood out above everything else once she did, was the complete absence of any kind of holiday decoration. She was just about to ask Linda about it when her attention was drawn to a female voice calling out 'Hey, Linda.' She looked around to see that it had come from the woman who stood behind the bar. In the dim light it was hard to make out how old she was, although Claudia estimated her to be in her early twenties. Perhaps it was the poor lighting or her being rather short that threw off her estimate. She was dressed rather casually, just a white tank top with a black bra clearly visible underneath. She had a broadness to her shoulders and a thickness to her arms that suggested working out for more than just staying in shape. A floral pattern sleeve tattoo ran up the right side of her arm, and what was visible of her left breast showed a swirling circular tattoo in a geometric pattern that was partially hidden by her clothing. Her haircut was something Claudia had never seen before, the sides and back shaved close to the skin but the hair on top dyed platinum blonde and slicked back. It was only after a moment that she realised the young woman was eyeing her suspiciously. "I didn't think you were into femmes Lin." she said after a moment, her voice sounding quite a bit older than Claudia had estimated her at. She wasn't sure what to think about the bartender's remark. The way she said femme... it wasn't quite meant as an insult, but the tone wasn't exactly kind either. "Be nice, Jay." came Linda's gentle scolding voice as she sat down on one of the bar stools and motioned for Claudia to sit down with her. "Claudia is new to all this. I'm just showing her around. She'll have a decaf cappuccino, I'll have a cherry coke." The bartender's eyes moved back to Claudia once more before she set to work making the drinks. The coffee machine turned out to be a big hunk of chromed steel that spluttered to life as Jay punched in the order. While she waited for the espresso to finish Jay eyed Claudia up and down again. There was something about the way the bartender looked at her that made her uncomfortable. The woman set down their drinks in front of them then wandered over to the other end of the bar where a small laptop was set up, an open book next to it. She sat down in front of it and began typing, the soft clicking of the keyboard breaking the silence. "So..." Claudia asked after a while. "What kind of bar is this?" Linda paused, glancing at Jay. The bartender just shot her a look back that communicated 'your guest, your problem.' before she turned her attention back to whatever she was working on. Linda sighed. She had hoped that this wouldn't be Claudia's last time here, and it would help if Jay was a little more welcoming. She took a sip of her drink to buy herself time to formulate her answer. "Petra isn't a bar. It's more of a private club that happens to have a bar. If I hadn't texted ahead to check if Jay was in we probably wouldn't even have gotten inside, so... thanks for that, Jay." Jay acknowledged Linda's gratitude with an annoyed grunt. Linda sighed and carried on. "So yeah... Petra is a private club. It's been around for... almost fifty years now? Since the seventies. It's a place where women who love women can hang out. And more." "More...?" Claudia blinked, glossing over the part of her being a woman who loves other women for now. She had had a few lesbian experiences, but it wasn't until she had started what she had going on with Linda right now that she had seen the same woman twice in that manner, or done things that were undeniably sexual. Linda nodded slightly. "I guess we're an offshoot of the Daughters of Bilitis and other groups... We're women who love other women, and help out women like us, make life easier for them." Claudia nodded, idly running her finger along the rim of her cup as she did. She had so many questions. Thankfully she was smart enough not to question the necessity of such groups, or to point out that she didn't consider herself a lesbian. She had a feeling that Jay would have kicked her out on the spot if she had done that. "So, uhm... will you be spending your Christmas here?" she finally asked, bringing things back to the question that had initially started it all. Linda nodded. "Yeah... friends." she smiled. "Some of us moved across the country to live here, others..." "Others have parents who value stone age religious books over basic human decency." came Jay's growling voice, the bartender not looking up from her work. Claudia just nodded. She had no idea what to say to that. What could she say? It made her wonder about Linda, if this was the reason why her personal assistant was spending her Christmas here rather than with her family. She knew that this wasn't the time to ask though. She just put down her empty cup and turned to Linda. "So... how busy does it get here?" she asked carefully. "Well, the bar holds about fifteen on a busy night... usually it's only a handful on weekdays though." Linda explained. "Sometimes we have bigger events, but we rent spaces for that. We also..." "Don't." Jay said sternly. "She doesn't need to know about that." Claudia glared. She had been polite so far, but being told that there was something she wasn't allowed to know about grated. Linda seemed to agree with the basic sentiment. "Fuck, Jay, I trust her..." she frowned. "I don't." Jay snapped back almost immediately. Claudia could see that there was something in her face that wasn't just anger at this newcomer. She decided to drop the issue to keep the peace. "It's fine Linda..." she sighed. "I'm new here, I don't need to know everything." That seemed to satisfy Jay, for the moment at least. "Let me get you a refill." she sighed. "And sorry I snapped at you." "It's..." Claudia paused, the spluttering and gurgling of the coffee machine interrupting her. "It's fine." Jay nodded, setting down the fresh cup in front of Claudia. She was just about to sit down again when Claudia spoke up again. "Jay? Can I ask you about something else?" Jay's body language seemed to suggest more raised hackles for a moment, but then there was a look from Linda that forced her to relax. Besides, Jay had to admit, it wasn't like Claudia had done much to earn her ire beyond just being incredibly green. She just sighed and nodded. "Yeah, sure." "When I came in..." Claudia said after a moment's hesitation. "When you were talking to Linda, you called me a femme... what did you mean?" Rather than answer her Jay looked to Linda. The personal assistant just grinned. "You're the one who threw her into that particular minefield..." Jay sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Fine... fine." She paused, turning around for a moment and rummaging around with the bottles. When she turned around again she was holding a glass of what looked like Sprite. Clearly this was going to be a lecture. "In short, you being a femme means that you dress and act like how society expects a woman to act." she said, rather simply. "Feminine presenting." "Jay..." Linda sighed. "She's going to need more than that." "I was getting to that!" Jay rolled her eyes, turning back to an increasingly confused Claudia. "The opposite of a femme is a butch. Don't ask me where that word came from, nobody knows. It's a woman who acts and presents herself in a more masculine way." "Like you?" Claudia asked, for lack of a better thing to say. "Yeah, sure, let's go with that." Jay sighed, deciding to give Claudia the benefit of the doubt. Besides, Claudia was just beginning to wrap her mind around the butch/femme dichotomy, she doubted she was ready for a deep dive into the spectrum of gender presentation, the concept of being non-binary... no, she was sure Claudia had more than a few questions, but she wanted to focus on the most important one. "Anyway, the whole butch and femme thing... it pretty much popped up the moment the first lesbians started peeking out of the closet a hundred years ago." Jay shrugged. "Back then was the first time that women could go to bars without male escorts. So naturally, women who preferred the company of other women started seeking each other out. And in order to signal that they like other women, they started doing certain things. A starched shirt. Certain jewellery. That sort of thing." Claudia nodded to indicate that she was still listening while glancing at her personal assistant, trying to figure out where she fit in. Sure, sitting there in her cocktail dress, she was the picture of femininity, but at work she mostly associated Linda with dressing... conservatively for lack of a better word. She realised she had no idea what Linda looked like and dressed like outside of work. Jay continued her lecture. "Now, in the fifties, you get the first organized groups. And then the question pops up. Do we keep doing the butch thing? Or do we try to act like society expects us to ask to fit in better?" Claudia hesitated for a moment, and when no answer was forthcoming Jay continued. "So fast forward a few decades. A bunch of different feminists and lesbians write all about it. And no two of them can agree. Are relationships between a butch and a femme needlessly heteronormative? Do femmes have it easier because they can more easily integrate with society, or do they lack visibility among lesbians for that exact reason? And what about those women who don't fit either category?" Claudia opened and closed her mouth a few times. She glanced at Linda for help for a moment, but her personal assistant was just grinning. Was this what Linda was trying to show her? That these were the sort of things they might have to deal with if things ended up more personal between them? Finally she turned back to Jay. "I really don't know... I mean, I don't even know if I like women... but I do like Linda." she added quickly. She wasn't sure why she did. She trusted Linda not to share their working late together with anyone. And she had a feeling that Jay was used to keeping secrets. "But I like the way I look." she added, a little defensively. "I can see that." Jay said with a grin, the first time Claudia had seen the bartender with an expression that wasn't somewhere south of dour. "However, the real question is... the salons and the manicures and the boutique clothes... Who is it for?" "For myself." Claudia said immediately and firmly. She definitely felt like she needed to regain some ground. Linda just smiled and nodded. It was hard to imagine Claudia not looking immaculate even just staying in for the evening with a good book and something asinine on TV. Jay nodded at that, either accepting Claudia's answer or Linda's affirmation of it. Either way she seemed satisfied. "Anyway, it's not like it matters much, right? It's not like you're really into women..." Claudia's cheeks actually coloured a little at that, something that wasn't lost on Linda. "I don't know." she admitted after a moment's hesitation. "Maybe I am? Or just bi, or..." she paused again, glancing to her left. "Maybe I'm just into one woman?" "Well, you could do a whole lot worse than that one woman..." Jay chuckled. "Besides, we all look after each other here, and you don't want to anger the pack." "I think..." Linda said a bit pointedly. "That you've scared and confused poor Claudia enough for one night Jay. Anyway, I didn't think it would be you working tonight?" Jay shrugged. "Classes are already over for the semester. I figured I might as well do my reading here. Besides, others will probably come in later." "Uhm..." Claudia ventured. "You didn't have to come down here and open up just for us..." "Oh, I didn't have to go far..." Jay said with a cryptic sigh. "Besides... responsibilities, y'know?" Claudia didn't know what Jay meant by that, but she decided to drop it. "Well... thank you anyway... You've given me a lot to think about..." For the first time Jay actually seemed to be smiling at her. "Don't worry about it too much babe. You do you. If Linda makes you happy, good for you. You don't need to worry about learning the secret handshake or subscribing to the newsletter." Claudia nodded, then remained silent for a moment, mulling over Jay's words. Finally she spoke up again. "I should leave you two to it for a moment, I need to answer some e-mails." With that she collected her purse and retreated to one of the couches that sat in the corner. Jay gave a shrug but Linda wasn't sure what to think of that. There was always the possibility that Claudia had some private e-mails that needed to be answered, she certainly knew that her boss's professional inbox didn't require her attention at this time, but her intuition told her there was more to Claudia's retreat like that. Maybe it was because Jay had addressed her as babe. Maybe it was something else. Either way, she knew Claudia wouldn't want to talk about it. So she turned her attention to Jay. Her friend actually looked marginally remorseful over making Claudia uncomfortable. The two friends talked for a while, their voices not carrying far enough for Claudia to make out their words as she scrolled through her phone. Eventually the two women ran out of things to talk about, and Linda rose from her stool with a sigh. Claudia looked up from her phone. "Hey, I'm about to head home... do you want me to call you a cab?" "I'm sure I haven't forgotten how to..." Claudia smiled wryly as she got to her feet. "Just give me a moment, yeah?" Linda nodded and disappeared into the hallway as Claudia put in the call for a cab. As she did she couldn't help but glance at Jay, although the bartender had retreated to her laptop and wasn't paying her attention. It had been odd seeing her personal assistant in a setting like this. After the taxi had been called Claudia gave Jay one last wave that went unacknowledged except for a grunt. Claudia decided to put it down to Jay being lost in her work rather than any ill will the younger woman might still feel towards her. As she and Linda stepped outside she noticed that it was snowing again. She tightened the collar of her coat around her neck as she and Linda climbed the stairs that led to the street level. At the top Linda turned to her. "Will you be alright waiting for the cab Claudia?" The older woman glanced up and down the street for a moment. It was very well illuminated, and she had been assured that it would take five minutes for the cab to arrive. "I'll be fine... if anything happens I'll just run back downstairs." Linda sighed and nodded at that. She had no doubt that Jay would let Claudia back in if she somehow got in trouble, and besides, this wasn't a bad neighbourhood. "Well..." she said after a moment. "I'll see you on the twenty- seventh." With that she turned around. Claudia watched the retreating back of her grey wool coat illuminated by yellow streetlights and streaked by flurries of snowflakes. She licked her lips nervously. As Linda slowly retreated she couldn't help but think back to the party, when she felt uncharacteristic feelings of jealousy flare up whenever someone had talked to Linda. She couldn't help but think back to the conversation they had had in the bar, how Jay seemed to have automatically assumed that Claudia was there as Linda's date, not just her boss. She couldn't help it. "Linda!" she called out, then louder again when there seemed to be no immediate response. "Linda!" The younger woman was about halfway to crossing the distance between where Claudia was standing and the corner where she'd disappear out of sight on her way back to the subway. She turned around slowly, eyeing Claudia curiously. Finally she turned around and started heading back until she was finally standing in front of Claudia. "Yes?" Claudia licked her glossed lips nervously. Calling Linda back had been an act of impulse, and the fifteen or so seconds it took for Linda to walk back had brought on a rush of second thoughts. Linda could see the hesitation on Claudia's face, which was not an emotional state she associated with her boss. She was just about to ask what she needed when Claudia pushed through and said what was really on her mind. She reached out, placing a hand on Linda's lower arm. "Go home with me tonight..." she said, a waver of doubt in her voice. Linda took a deep breath at that. As far as requests from her boss went, this was pretty out of left field. "Claudia... you don't need a mistress tonight... and besides, we agreed, only at the office." "I'm not asking for my mistress." Claudia said firmly. "I'm asking for you." Linda blinked a few times at that. Where had that come from? "Claudia... we have our rules for a reason... only at the office, and only after everybody else has gone home..." "Fuck, Linda!" Claudia groaned in frustration. "I don't need to wear my collar right now. I need you." Linda swallowed. How long had Claudia had these feelings? The whole point of the rules was to make sure that feelings didn't get in the way of either their professional relationship or the assistance Linda gave Claudia after hours. "Claudia..." she sighed after a moment that seemed to last a minute. "I'm not looking for a girlfriend." "Neither am I!" Claudia quickly interjected. "Just... go home with me." she repeated her request. "Just for tonight. I can even call you a cab if you don't want to spend the night. I just... I just want to..." Linda raised an eyebrow and folded her arms over her chest, looking at Claudia questioningly. Clearly this was one time she wasn't going to anticipate Claudia's needs for her. "I want to sleep with you Linda." Claudia finally said. Linda had suspected as much, but she needed to hear her say it. "No collars. No relationship. Just... just a night. Just the two of us." Linda sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "This is too much Claudia..." she said after another moment's thought. She almost wished that her boss had been drinking more than fruit cocktails at the party. Claudia being intoxicated would make it so much simpler to turn her down now. "I really don't think this is a good idea Claudia..." Linda sighed, brushing some errant snowflakes from her hair. "We should keep our distance..." "You're the one who dragged me out here." Claudia said firmly. "What did you think would happen?" Linda faltered for a moment. Because while it might still have had her doubts about Claudia's request she knew that her boss was right - it was Linda's idea to go here, and she knew that she shouldn't have brought Claudia to Petra if she didn't want her boss to think about things like this. She was pulled from the jumble of confusing thoughts by the sound of a car pulling up besides them. The headlights framed Claudia from behind for a moment, framing her in a white glow. Claudia seized that opportunity to push her faltering friend. "My ride is here... and I'm not going to ask the driver to wait while you make up your mind..." It was a stark reminder of the woman Claudia was - strong-willed, determined to get what she wanted, but unwilling to stoop so low as to beg or grovel for it.. And now she wanted her. Not as a mistress, not as a girlfriend either. A one night stand... with the added complication that she'd have to see Claudia after the holidays, and go back to working for her... And that was the question, wasn't it? Did she trust Claudia - and herself - enough to believe that things could go back to normal after tonight? At least to the extent that normal still applied to the both of them... Claudia was just about to pull the door of the cab shut behind her when Linda's hand suddenly shot forward, grabbing it. "Alright." she said firmly. "I'm in." Claudia smiled, scooting over so that Linda had room to get in besides her. The cab driver glanced at the two women in the back seat for a moment. If he was the type to comment on certain things he suppressed it. The address that dispatch had given him suggested the possibility of an above average tip, especially with the holiday spirit in the air, and he wasn't about to jeopardize that. The ride was spent in silence. Claudia occasionally glanced sideways at Linda. The younger woman's cheeks had reddened. She couldn't help but wonder whether that was an effect of standing out in the snow while they talked or the matter they had talked about. Claudia was sure that the tension between the two wouldn't be lost on their driver. It took nearly fifteen minutes for the taxi to reach its destination. The roads were fairly empty but the flurries of snow meant that those who were driving had to do so carefully. Once they did arrive Linda got out of the cab first, holding the door open for Claudia while she paid and tipped the driver. One step into the lobby of the building made it obvious that Claudia lived very well, if only because they were greeted by a doorman who was more neatly dressed than most of Linda's colleagues, bright and chipper even this late at night. "Good evening miss Braddock." he smiled at Claudia, adding a polite'miss' and a nod of acknowledgement for Linda. "You have some mail waiting for you." As Claudia followed the doorman back to his desk Linda took in her surroundings. The floor was a pleasantly geometric pattern of black and white marble, converging at a point about two thirds of the way between the elevator and the doors they had entered through. Some strategically placed couches and plants broke up the acoustics enough to stop footsteps from echoing too loudly. Everything was illuminated by soft yellow light coming from a chandelier hanging in the centre of the open area, a modern thing of steel and glass pipes, with wall mounted lights picking up some of its slack around the edges. Claudia returned from the desk with a handful of envelopes. The size and colour seemed to suggest Christmas cards. "Are you ready to go up?" Linda nodded, following Claudia across the lobby. One of the elevators opened up in response to Claudia producing a key fob from her purse and holding it up against a panel of matte black glass. It wasn't until the doors closed that she turned to her boss. "You never told me your building has a doorman..." "I never expected you to come to my apartment." Claudia shrugged before adding "He's not going to breathe a word about you coming up with me, if that's what you're worried about." Linda sighed, deciding to let the matter drop once her boss seemed to pick up on her implicit concerns. The high hallway they stepped out into had a subtly vaulted ceiling, with circles of pale yellow light running along the very top of the arch, forming a line of illumination on the black marble floors. Their footsteps created soft echoes as they walked. Linda watched as Claudia reached into her purse, pulling out her keys. "Uhm... I didn't exactly expect guests..." she said, holding the doorknob. Linda gave a small shrug. She had a hard time imagining Claudia's apartment being anything other than pristine, even if she wasn't expecting visitors. Much to her relief her assessment turned out to be right. She wasn't sure what she would do if she found out that her normally so meticulously dressed and presented boss somehow enjoyed clutter in her own home. The front door opened up into darkness. Linda could just make out the silhouettes of the furniture with what little light came in from the windows. Claudia reached for the light switch by muscle memory. They were standing by the front door, where a panel of glass with a geometric pattern etched in it created a pseudo-hallway. They walked past it to find a living room that seemed an almost perfect reflection of the style Claudia had used to decorate her office, modern minimalism, the furniture mostly black and white, framed art prints on the wall to create colour. The only thing that seemed out of place was a red fleece blanket that had pooled on the black leather couch. Linda couldn't help but smile, knowing that her boss had a slight soft side that enjoyed this kind of small comfort. She turned around to find that Claudia had taken off her coat and her shoes, making her about an inch and a half shorter than she had been in her heel. She held out her arm. "Can I take your coat?" she asked softly. Linda nodded and shed it, handing it to Claudia along with her purse. She watched her boss briefly retreat to the front door to hang them from the coat rack. Then Claudia turned back to Linda. "So... how would you like to do this?" If Linda had been more of a smartass she would have pointed out to Claudia that the whole thing was her idea. But even if she wasn't Claudia's mistress right now she was still the far more experienced woman, and her boss had just admitted, indirectly, that she would like Linda's guidance. "Well..." she smiled as she walked towards Linda. She took the older woman's hands in her own, bringing them up to her lips and softly kissing along the knuckles. All the while she held eye contact. "That depends... would you like to sit and talk for a while? We could have another drink... or you could show me where your bedroom is..." Claudia bit her lip and nodded, shivering a little. "I don't have any cherry coke in the fridge..." she smiled. "So..." She didn't finish her sentence. Her left hand let go of Linda's right but she used the other to guide Linda along. The younger woman smiled and let herself be led, stepping out of her shoes as she followed Claudia's lead. Their destination turned out to be a door that led straight to what she assumed was Claudia's master bedroom. As Claudia turned on the light Linda saw that the general aesthetic matched the living room, although it was a lot smaller than she had imagined. She was still taking it all in when Claudia released her hand and spoke up. "I'm just going to take a moment to change... I'll be right back." Linda nodded, watching Claudia disappear into what she assumed to be a walk in closet. The older woman closed the door behind her, so Linda decided to take in the view. The far wall consisted
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of floor to ceiling windows, the view beyond the white gauze curtains surprisingly similar to the one from Claudia's office. All glittering lights, mostly yellow, with the occasional trail of red indicating cars on a road. Various street lights and signs interjected more colour in the scene. The flurries of snow that were still falling only added to the quality of the view. The fact that it was so similar to the view from Claudia's office at night, when she was mistress Linda and not the personal assistant, only added to Linda's fascination with what she saw. She regarded her own reflection. Her hairdresser had done a wonderful job on coiling her hair into a bun, but she knew from experience that that same elaborate hairstyle would only distract her when she was rolling around on the bed with Claudia. She reached up, using her reflection in the window to guide her hand, plucking out the bobby pins until the bun came apart, her hair falling around her shoulders, the tension of being held in the bun for half a day enough to leave her with temporary ringlets. She was so lost in the view that she didn't even realise that Claudia had returned, the door to the wardrobe sliding open silently as the older woman stepped out. Linda didn't realise she was back until the older woman placed a hand on her shoulder. Linda turned around and was caught off guard. She was just barely allowed to take in the sight of Claudia out of her dress, wearing some wonderfully lacy underwear in a dark red colour that had clearly been picked out to complement the deep amber tone of her skin. Then she was deprived of that view by Claudia's hands coming up against her shoulders, pressing her into the gauze curtains. She felt her back pressed into the glass of the window. It was cool enough to make her shiver. Not that she wouldn't have shivered either way. The kiss was deep and full of need. Their lips met and soon their tongues did the same and Linda gave herself over to her boss's desires. She would remember the moment later as the first time she had let Claudia take charge. The fact that they had explicitly rejected the mistress and submissive dynamic for the night made it a lot easier for her to give herself over to Claudia like that. After a few moments she felt Claudia's arms wrap themselves around her, under her own, embracing her. She let Claudia pull her forward. The king-sized bed loomed up behind them. Just as she became aware of its presence Claudia pushed on her right waist and pulled on her left, making her personal assistant pivot on the spot. Linda let out a surprised giggle as the edge of the bed hit the backs of her legs, leaving Claudia with barely any need to push to send her tumbling down onto it. A moment later Claudia had straddled her. "It's been a while since I had someone up here..." Claudia grinned. Linda was just about to rise to her feet but settled back down when Claudia's knees squeezed her sides. "Well... you have me here now..." Linda smiled. "I'm sure I don't need to tell you what to do..." Claudia nodded, reaching up to stroke along Linda's neck and face. "You don't... you're mine for the whole night..." Linda could only nod at that. She watched as Claudia reached up, gently plucking an errand strand of hair out of her face. She watched as Claudia leaned over her, almost as if she were claiming her prey. Linda was used to seeing her boss as someone who was in charge and took what she wanted, but she had never seen it in a sexual context before. She felt Claudia's hands slide between her upper back and the finely woven cotton sheets she was lying on, probing between her shoulder blades. After a moment those nimble fingers had found the tab of the zipper that ran down her personal assistant's spine. Linda felt the tension of the fabric wrapped around her chest ease up as the zipper was lowered. With the zipper sitting somewhere halfway down her back Claudia raised up again. Her hands gently but firmly grasped the wine red fabric and began tugging it down. Linda wiggled backwards a little to help her boss peel back her dress. Then she paused as her bra came into view, suddenly becoming aware of the difference between what she was wearing to cover her breasts - a rather plain, flesh coloured strapless bra that was very much designed for function over form - and the beautiful bra Claudia had changed into. Claudia paused. She could see the tension in Linda's eyes, something that hadn't been there before. "Hey, Lin?" she asked. "You alright?" "Yes, yes..." Linda replied quickly. "It's just..." She glanced down at her bust, then back up at Linda. "Sorry, didn't exactly plan to take my dress off in front of anyone..." Claudia shook her head firmly. She didn't want to say that the fact that Linda hadn't planned to have sex made her happy. Instead she just gently palmed her personal assistant's breasts, rubbing them through the fabric. "Good thing I already know that what you're hiding under there looks amazing..." she grinned. "Besides, I doubt that bra of yours will stay on for any longer than it has to, and then I intend to make you forget all about it..." Linda nodded, relieved that Claudia had been so understanding. She arched her back slightly, giving Claudia the room she needed to undo the clasps holding the bra in place. Claudia grinned as she pulled it away, tossing to the side. Linda grinned, relieved that she didn't have to deal with the embarrassment. A moment later Claudia proved to be true to her word. Her hands found Linda's, pinning them over her head as she leaned in, their lips meeting again. As Linda closed her eyes she felt a shudder run through her body. And then Claudia's mouth detached itself from hers, but only so she could slide herself lower. There were playful nips of teeth inbetween the kisses, enough to draw small gasps from Linda's lips even if they weren't strong enough to mark her skin. The intimate contact made Linda grateful she had worn her favourite perfume to the christmas party. Her hands curled into fists as Claudia helped herself to her body. Linda sighed as she felt her naked torso explored by Claudia's mouth and lips. Her boss had been right, this was nothing like what they did in her office. When Claudia wore the collar the focus had always been on her needs, and those needs didn't always include sexual gratification. And Claudia was rarely allowed to spend any time between Linda's thighs - Linda always felt that, even when she was holding her sub's leash, the focus should be on her needs, not her mistress's. But now she was getting all of Claudia, the older woman on top of her showing that her desire for Linda's body more than made up for her lack of experience. Even as she lavished Claudia's upper torso with attention she could feel her boss's fingers tugging at the sash around her waist. Thankfully it came away easily, soon joining her bra on the bedroom's tiled floor. THen, just as Linda was about to lift up her hips to make further removal of her dress easier, Claudia raised herself up off the younger woman. "Roll over..." came Claudia's sultry purr before Linda could ask what she was doing. "On your stomach..." Linda licked her lips and nodded. She was sure that whatever Claudia had in mind would be wonderful, so she complied. A moment later she felt the mattress to her left sag slightly as Claudia knelt down next to her. Then the older woman's hands slipped inside her bunched up dress, grasping it. As she tugged on it her lips gently pressed down on the nape of Linda's neck, kissing her among her temporary ringlets. Linda's fingers grasped two handfuls of the sheets as she arched her spine delicately. She felt Claudia's hands tug her bunched-up dress along her hips until it finally rested along the tops of her thighs. Somehow the older woman's grasp had managed to take her panties down with it. "You know..." Claudia purred inbetween kisses that followed the curving of Claudia's back. "You've spent so much time putting things up my bum... it makes me wonder whether you would enjoy the same..." "I would..." Linda smiled, glancing over her shoulder. "But only if you want to..." "I wouldn't have offered it if I didn't..." came Claudia's stern reply as she finally peeled off Linda's dress completely, leaving the younger woman wearing only a pair of nylon ankle socks. "And I've spent so much time under my mistress's tender ministrations that I'm sure I know my way around back there..." Linda couldn't help but note Claudia's choice of words there. She doubted her boss was ever not careful to pick how she expressed herself. And the way she said'my mistress' made it obvious that she was capable of distinguishing between the Linda that lay prone on her bed now and the Linda that put a collar on her in her office. That was oddly reassuring. With her clothing now all but entirely removed Linda felt Claudia drape herself over her once more. She sighed under the reassuring weight as Claudia began kissing and stroking her once more. One of the older woman's hands slipped around her upper body. It cupped one of Linda's breasts, squeezing it softly, almost possessively. Her other hand stroked along Linda's backside, her fingers digging into the creamy skin. Linda knew that in spite of Claudia's assurances that this would be a one time one night thing she would have to talk to her boss in the morning. Or soon at least. The way Claudia was holding her and kissing her - how could she not wonder about whether her boss had feelings for her? But that was concern for later. She could pull away now but she seriously doubted that would make things any simpler. Or perhaps she was just being selfish, indulging in the pleasure Claudia was giving her against her better judgement. Either way she surrendered herself to Claudia's attention. She could feel her boss's long dark hair brush over her back as she kissed her way down. She spread her legs slightly in invitation. Claudia took it. Her fingers dragged along Linda's slit even as her teeth gently grazed over the skin of her backside. "Oh... yes..." was all Linda said. She trusted Claudia utterly - she always had trusted her, of course, otherwise she never would have agreed to be her mistress - and now that trust was rewarded by a pressure against her right butt cheek that soon left her tight little pucker exposed. Claudia's tongue against it was electricity. She dragged it upwards slowly, tensing the nimble muscle as she teased it along the crinkled skin. The sensation mingled with those teasing fingers between her folds to leave her gasping softly, her nostrils flaring, the sheets bunching up in her grasping fingers. She could hear Claudia giggle behind her, clearly pleased with the reactions she was drawing out of her personal assistant. She pulled back a little, her glossed lips pursed, her breath moving past them in a narrow stream. The sound that escaped Linda's throat as her boss teased the sensitive skin of her anus was somewhere between a gasp and a squeal, full of surprise at Claudia's inventiveness. She looked over her shoulder to see that Claudia had a cheshire grin on her face at the fact that she had managed to get Linda to react like that. A moment later that grin disappeared between her cheeks and Linda was left to gasp and shiver once more, Claudia's tongue probing her anus to set off little bursts of pleasure in the pit of her stomach. She spread her legs wider, giving Claudia's fingers an opening to probe further against her pussy. In spite of the awkward angle Claudia definitely knew what she was doing between the younger woman's thighs. There were little jerks of Linda's hips, usually accompanied by soft gasps, as Claudia's lips, tongue or fingers found a particularly sensitive area to tease. For her part all Linda had to do was to lie there and make a mess of the bed that Claudia had so neatly made after getting out of it that morning. She kept grabbing fresh handfuls of cotton, drawing more and more of the sheets towards herself as she writhed underneath Claudia's manipulations of her slender body. Linda's breath came out in hitching gasps and quivering moans. She could feel a tightness in her abdominal muscles that told her that Claudia's work between her legs had its intended effect. She squeezed her eyes shut tighter as the waves of pleasure began to crest and Claudia was given a more direct taste of her most intimate fluids. Her hips jerked erratically in time with the contractions of her pelvic muscles. Claudia purred against the tight ring, enjoying the feeling of Linda's body tightening around her probing digits. Eventually the haze of orgasm lifted, and what was left was an incredible sensitivity in Linda's nethers. She pulled away reluctantly, and as she tried to roll over onto her back Claudia was on top of her immediately, her legs straddling her thighs, her long dark hair framing her heart-shaped face. "We're not done yet..." she grinned, her voice a husky purr. Linda just nodded at that, completing her shift to a supine position and draping an arm around Claudia's neck to bring their lips together, their tongues dancing again. Her other hand teased along Claudia's spine until she found what she was looking for. With a bit of tweaking from Linda's skilled hands the snaps opened up and Linda's full breasts surrendered to gravity. Linda's hand came around to fully cup one of them, gently kneading the soft flesh. "Move higher..." she purred. "All the way up." Claudia blinked a few times, wondering what Linda had in mind as she scooted up to straddle the younger woman's midsection. That put her within reach of Linda's hands. They came to rest on the older woman's hips, coaxing her forward until she realised what it was the brunette was trying to achieve. Straddling Linda's face resulted in a moment of confusion as the younger woman's arms almost got tangled up in the older woman's breasts. But Linda managed to manoeuvre her arms in such a way that they were between Claudia's thighs and calves. It gave her a perfect view of Claudia fully shedding her bra. The woman looked on top of the world. Not that Linda wasn't enjoying herself either. She nuzzled up against the dark red lace that covered Linda's privates. The smell of her boss's arousal filled her nostrils as her tongue dragged over the delicate fabric, compressing it slightly against her slit. That drew a shuddering gasp from Claudia. She was tense, worried that she would accidentally drop down and cut off Linda's air, or trap her arms to the point where circulation would be cut off. But Linda's lips and tongue kept teasing, the taste of Claudia's arousal soon noticeable against the lace. "Hmmf... Claudia..." she purred. "Pull them aside..." Claudia hesitated. She prided herself on taking good care of her possessions, and that sounded like something that would just ruin the elastic. "Sorry..." she blushed, briefly slipping off of Linda. The panties disappeared down her legs and to the tiled floor a moment later. "Don't be..." Linda chuckled. "Just get back up here." As Claudia resumed her position straddling Linda's face the younger woman couldn't help but grin. It was deeply amusing to her that even in the throes of passion she was still concerned about making sure her clothing remained immaculate. She rewarded Claudia by kissing the inside of her left thigh, then her right, finally planting a soft kiss on the patch of dark curls that crowned her mound. Claudia was shivering a little in anticipation. Linda looked so confident, so in control, even with someone practically riding her face. She was left to shudder at the feeling of Linda's tongue dancing up against her pussy, her hand coming to rest on the headboard for stability. As Linda continued to kiss and lick it was getting harder for her to be concerned about making sure that Linda was comfortable underneath her. But Linda didn't seem to mind. Her eyes practically sparkled as she enjoyed herself sending ripples of pleasure running through the older woman's body. Linda's hands had returned to her hips, and Claudia soon followed their guidance by sheer instinct. Linda only had to give the slightest of tugs on Claudia's sides to get the older woman to ease up on the pressure against Linda's face. For her efforts Claudia was rewarded by her personal assistant giving it her all between her thighs. She gasped, soft utterances of pleasure that were almost ladylike. The sounds of pleasure were music to Linda's partially covered ears and she went at eating Claudia out with an energy that mistress Linda never allowed herself. As her nose was teased by Claudia's curls she snaked her tongue up between the older woman's outer lips to tease her more directly. Claudia could feel her knuckles tighten as she gripped the headboard. She couldn't remember the last time she was with someone who was so utterly devoted to her sexual pleasure. It made her realise she had been missing out. Was it like this for every woman Linda had in her bed? She forced herself not to think about Linda with other women, in stead choosing to focus on the pleasure that Linda was giving her. She reached out with her free hand. It trembled slightly as she brushed some of Linda's hair from her forehead, allowing them to make eye contact. Even though Linda's mouth was quite thoroughly obscured by Claudia's lower body her eyes told Claudia that she was grinning. She gave a sheepish grin in return. Linda's tongue seemed to focus more on teasing the outer parts of her privates than on penetration. Judging from the warmth Claudia felt building in her body Linda had chosen her approach well. Her thighs were tense as she did her best to support at least some of her weight. For her part Linda didn't seem concerned at all. Claudia was far from the first woman who enjoyed riding her face like that. Her attention was entirely on Claudia's body, her tongue seemingly reacting to every little gasp or sigh, every little ripple of tension running through her muscles. Occasionally the tip of the nimble muscle danced up against the sensitive bundle of nerves that was nestled at the very top of Claudia's delicate folds. That direct teasing to her clitoris had Claudia's head spinning. There was more urgency to her breathing now, her breasts rising and falling more rapidly. "Oh... oh Linda..." she gasped out. In response the brunette's fingers tightened against Claudia's hips. The exclamations of pleasure that the older woman allowed to slip out mixed with an occasional wet smack of Linda's lips. Every now and then Linda moaned, sending subtle but oh so powerful vibrations running through the sensitive flesh. The next time Linda's name left Claudia's lips it came with an exclamation mark that announced her impending orgasm even more clearly than her body was doing. Linda just kept a firm grip on Claudia's hips as she did her best with lips and tongue to achieve what Claudia had done for her moments earlier. She didn't have to wait long. Linda watched Claudia's jaw clench, her climax causing several muscle groups to tighten, including in her face, hardening her normally soft features. There was a grunt, then another one, then a series of gasps, each of those exclamations of pleasure punctuated by more of Claudia's nectar smearing across the lower half of Linda's face. By the time Claudia more or less rolled off of Linda she was panting. Linda smiled as she draped herself alongside the older woman's body. She planted a few tentative kisses along Claudia's jawline but after a moment the older woman tilted her head so that their lips could meet properly, showing that the taste of her own juices on Linda's lips didn't bother her any more than it did when she licked them off of her mistress's fingers. They exchanged kisses for a while, more tender than they had been earlier. They basked in each other's warmth for a while. It was Claudia who finally broke the silence. "Fuck Lin... that was... that was really nice..." Linda smiled and nodded. There really wasn't much more to say. Even if this was just a one night stand, and things would be so much simpler between the two of them if it was, the experience had been deeply intense. Eventually Claudia untangled herself from Linda a little. The younger woman looked up at her boss as she worked to untangle the mess they had made of the sheets. Eventually they were both curled up comfortably under the blankets. Linda watched as Claudia reached for a switch over the headboard. As soon as her fingers touched it the room was cast in darkness save for what little illumination came in from the windows. After a moment's hesitation Linda rolled over onto her side, assuming the position she usually held when sleeping. Another moment of silence passed and then she reached out, loosely draping her left over Claudia's midsection. Soon that arm began to rise and fall subtly but steadily in time with Claudia's breathing. The older woman had fallen asleep. Linda listened to the sound as she went over the events of the evening in her head. She knew that they had made things very complicated for themselves by... well, if not breaking their rules, then at the very least bending them. But right now she couldn't muster the energy to think about that. All she could do was lie there, surrounded by Claudia's fine sheets and with the older woman's warmth to her right and her breathing filling her ears. Soon she drifted off as well, her body too tired to let her mind spend more time mulling over things she couldn't change anymore. Almost seven hours had passed by the time Linda rolled over onto her side and blinked a few times. Even with the last vestiges of sleep fogging up her brain she immediately realised that several things weren't like they normally were when she woke up. For one, the sheets felt very different. And the scent that filled her nostrils wasn't just her own. As she blinked the sleep out of her eyes The events of the previous night began to catch up with her. As she sat upright the blanket slipped off her naked body. She blinked a few times, then realised that Claudia was gone. A clear outline of where her boss had slept was visible, but there was no sign of the woman. As Linda swung her legs over the edge she was surprised by how warm the floor felt under her bare feet. She should have known that her boss would spring for floor heating. The first thing she noticed as she surveyed the room was that Claudia had apparently taken the time to carefully clean up Linda's dress before slipping out of the room. A black plastic clothing bag hung from a clotheshanger on the door to the wardrobe. Just as the question as to what she was going to wear struck her she noticed that a pile of folded clothes sat on the corner of the bed with a yellow post-it note on top of it. Linda picked it up and read her boss's neat mechanical handwriting. 'I'm in the kitchen making breakfast. I took the liberty of hanging up your dress for you. Feel free to help yourself to my bathroom, first door to the right as you come out of the bedroom.' The clothes in question turned out to be a long-sleeved t-shirt and some leggings. Probably not enough to get home in, but enough to cover herself up as she moved about. As Linda stepped out of the bedroom hugging the pile of clothes against her body she immediately felt her stomach growl in response to the smells that filled her nostrils. Tomato was the main ingredient, but there were other things that she couldn't place right away. For a moment she considered skipping the shower entirely. In the end her need for hygiene won out and she turned to the door on the right, stepping into a bathroom that, Linda couldn't help but observe with a pang of jealousy, was larger than her apartment's living room, complete with a tub that looked big enough to seat two. By now she wasn't surprised to find that Claudia had laid out a neatly folded towel and some washclothes on the sink nearest to the door. There was even a brand new toothbrush for her to use. Linda couldn't help but smile wryly. Who was the personal assistant here? It took her about twenty-five minutes to take care of everything she needed to do in the bathroom. Her make up gave her some trouble since she hadn't had the chance to remove it before falling asleep. She hung the towel she had used from the chromed towel rack and stepped out of the bathroom dressed in the clothes that Claudia had provided for her. Linda ended up finding Claudia rather quickly by following the droning sound of a male voice that she assumed was a news anchor. Claudia turned off the news broadcast that was coming from a speaker standing on the bar that ran along the countertop she was working at as soon as Linda stepped into the kitchen. Claudia turned out to have dressed in leggings similar to the ones she had provided for Linda, although her upper body was clad in a white cotton bathrobe. Her hair was still damp from the shower she had taken before Linda. The younger woman couldn't help but wonder whether the apartment just had great insulation against noise or if she had slept unusually deep. Upon closer inspection Claudia was wearing an apron. She was stirring in a cast iron skillet with a wooden spoon. She allowed Linda a brief peek that mostly hinted at simmering tomato sauce before turning around, smiling at her personal assistant. "Good morning Linda, breakfast is almost done... take a seat at the bar. I took the liberty of charging your phone for you." Linda blinked a few times. Her phone had been pretty much the last thing on her mind but now she noticed that her purse was sitting on the far end of the bar, a white USB cable running from the nearest outlet and disappearing inside it. Claudia really had thought of everything. Further evidence of that was provided by the fact that Claudia had found the time to set the table at the bar. The lacquered terra cotta bowls taking centre space on the cloth placemats looked surprisingly homely compared to Claudia's usual style. There was also a tea pot with barely visible tendrils of steam curing upwards from the spout. It smelled vaguely minty as she poured tea into the two mugs, Linda reclaiming a modicum of her professional pride in the process. "There we go..." Linda smiled, turning off the stove. Linda was surprised to realise that her boss cooked with gas burners. She had expected an electric or induction stove. But all thoughts about trying to correlate the kitchen to her boss's personality vanished as she got a direct smell of what was put in front of her. "I hope you like Shakshouka." Linda had never had it before, but she seriously doubted it would be any less than delicious. Now that she could smell it more directly she could make out carraway and cumin. Several poached eggs floated invitingly in the sauce, and the dish was made to look all the more festive by the shredded fresh parsley that had been sprinkled over it. Her stomach growled again, noticeably louder this time as Claudia filled her bowl with a plastic ladle. "This... this smells amazing." Linda said honestly, drawing a smile from Claudia. "Thanks, I learned how to cook this from an aunt... I don't normally have time to make it but... well, I don't have anywhere else to be today..." Claudia nodded. She picked up her spoon for want of anything else to do, stirring up her breakfast a little. She watched as Claudia pulled a strip of flatbread from the basket and then held it out for Linda to take some bread as well. She accepted it with a sigh. "Yeah, me neither..." Claudia nodded and set the basket down. "I know... but I think I should call you a cab when you're done with breakfast." "Yeah..." Linda nodded in agreement. She hadn't wanted to be the one to bring it up. Seeing Claudia like this, cooking her a wonderful breakfast, and with the way her boss had taken care of all her needs this morning, part of her wanted to stay for as long as possible. Once the front door of Claudia's apartment closed behind her she'd be the older woman's personal assistant again, which was exactly why it would probably be best if Linda left sooner rather than later. Sooner turned out to be about forty-five minutes of awkward small talk, excellent food and a bit of fussing over what clothes of Claudia's Linda could borrow to get home in a warm enough state. They ended up settling on a pair of jeans and an old sweater. Both didn't fit Linda's more slender frame very well, but well enough to get her home at least. As Linda crossed the lobby she noticed that the doorman on duty wasn't the same that had greeted them the previous evening. Linda gave him a polite nod. As she stepped outside she was almost blinded. The previous night's snows had cleared to leave the sky a sharp blue, the sunlight reflecting harshly of the snow that was piled up on the sidewalks. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust and spot the cab that Claudia had called for her. She got in the back with her dress and her head full of conflicting emotions about the past night. Linda's head was still a jumble as she climbed the four flights of stairs that led to her apartment. It was only the accusatory mewing of her cat as she pushed the door open that briefly brought her back to the real world. "I know, I know..." she said soothingly as the middle-aged tabby looked at her accusingly from across the hallway, its big yellow eyes revealing the deep sense of betrayal it felt at not having its bowl filled in the morning. Linda kicked off her heels and stepped into her apartment's narrow kitchen. She opened the fridge to find the half-empty can of wet food that would hopefully buy her cat's forgiveness. As she ladled its contents into the food bowl under the feline's watchful eye a mental picture began to form, one involving pinstripe slacks...
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What is erotic to me may not be erotic to you. I am a heterosexual man who has had his share of women. Probably because I was, the key word was, good looking in my youth; I have had my share of beautiful women. They always came looking for me. I have yet to ask a woman out for a date. They were always the ones asking me and I was always surprised, flattered, and agreeable to a fun time. In high school, I was invited to four proms and I attended them all as my date's escort. The girls were all prim and proper until when we were leaving in my car and they suddenly turned into sexually depraved women with six hands. "Get off me. No, I am not that type of guy. Please...be gentle." At least, that is how I remember it (lol). Like most men, I am a voyeur. It is the visual things that arouse me. That is my erotica. We men go by looks and appearances whereas, if I may speak in generalities about women, women are deeper than that and are not as shallow as men. Women are emotional. Sure, women go by looks, too, but, more often; it is what we say and how we say it that will turn their heads, which is why we see so many average looking men with so many beautiful women, such as Woody Allen and Mia Farrell or Billy Joel and Christy Brinkley or Rod Stewart with anyone of his ex-wives. I always fell harder for the women who I could not obtain. Those are the ones that I find myself thinking about and writing about now and, somehow, they are more beautiful, taller, thinner, and sexier in my imagining of them now than they were then. I wonder where she is. I wonder if she thinks of me. I wonder what she looks like, now, after all these years. "Oh, I can't believe it! Audrey! I haven't seen you since high school. Has it been 30 years?" (And you have gained 10 pounds every year for all of those 30 years.) Sometimes, we are better off not knowing and preserving the image of how she looked before opposed to how she looks now. Just as what is erotic to me now is different to what was erotic to me in my youth, and what is erotic to me may not be erotic to someone else. When I was a teenager, a bra strap was erotic. Now, it is a look, a smile, something that I imagine or read into when seeing a woman and thinking about her and thinking about her with me. Sure, the core eroticisms are still there. Panties are a huge turn on for me, of course, not granny panties but bikini panties. I am not a thong guy. Some guys go crazy over thongs. Not me. My favorite is white and pastel colored cotton panties, especially when I am recipient of a sudden and unexpected flash of them with an uplifted skirt in a spring wind or a leg crossed a little too slowly and a little too deliberately. I remember one warm, summer day being in a parking lot. A woman in a BMW caught my attention. She did not see me, I was parked a couple cars away from her car but had an unobstructed view of her getting out of her car. Actually, it was the car that I noticed. I am a huge car buff. Then, when she opened her door, spread her legs to get out, paused, and leaned back in to retrieve something from her glove box, I was rewarded with a perfect shot of her bright, white panty clad, camel toed pussy. Now, in hindsight, she probably spotted me looking and did it on purpose. I was young, then, around 28 and handsome. She was 40, maybe, and a very attractive slim, blonde. Unfortunately, women must hit guys over the heads with baseball bats for them to take notice and for them to respond. To me, that was erotic, suddenly seeing her panty unexpectedly and maybe, by accident. I know that women would not feel that was erotic but for a guy, that was erotic. To me, it is more erotic to see something that you are not supposed to see, the forbidden. It is more of a turn on to see a woman in her underwear than it is to see a woman naked. I guess, that is why men like the up skirt and down blouse views so much. There are entire web sites dedicated to those two fetishes, as well as to others. Fredericks of Hollywood and Victoria's Secrets knows that men are visual and that men love lingerie. Their entire business depends upon it. Bras and panties are erotic, but not padded bras. There is nothing like the sensation of feeling a woman's tit through her clothes. It is intoxicatingly exciting. Sometimes, feeling her tits through her bra is more exciting than feeling her naked tits. "Oh, so, that is what your tits look like." "What's wrong? You don't like my tits?" "Well, it's just that I thought that they would look exactly like what your bra advertises that they would look like." Bra manufacturers need to label bras with a disclaimer tag otherwise face false advertising lawsuits, "Warning: Not all tits may look as high, as round, and as firm once the brassiere is removed." "Your honor, when I proposed marriage and gave her that ring, it was before I saw her without her Victoria's Secrets Wonder Bra. And there was not a disclaimer tag on that bra warning me. I think she should give me back my engagement ring." Memories and imaginations are erotic. The way we remember something or imagine something when thinking sexually is always erotic to us. It is amazing the things that I remember that happened so long ago, things that have made an indelible impression in my mind's eye. I love my memories and cannot imagine living life without them, as so many people who have Alzheimer's disease must do. Actually, it could be kind of exciting, though. Every day you see your wife naked, even though you have been married 40 years, is like seeing her naked for the first time. I wonder if Alzheimer's is anything like that movie with Drew Barrymore and Adam Sandler, "Fifty First Dates." (My apologies to those who have Alzheimer's for my insensitivity about your disease. Ah, what they Hell, they'll forget that I insulted them, as soon as they finish reading this.) Writing is erotic, good writing. Sometimes it is not what you write but what you do not write that makes it so erotic allowing the reader to imagine the rest. If you are good with words, you can lead the reader down a path of prose allowing him or her to fill in the details of the background and the qualities and characteristics of characters that he or she wants. For me, breasts are erotic, firm breasts. I am definitely a tit man. Only, I am particular about the tits that I like with the shape of them being more important to me than the size. Definitely, fake boobs are not erotic, sorry to those women who wasted all that money. Real tits are erotic, so long as they are not too saggy, too flat, too soft, and/or too tubular. Of course, all we guys, like Hemingway in the Sun Also Rises, like tits that are high up. Realistically, unless your woman is genetically blessed, tits sag with age. Nipples are erotic. I prefer bigger nipples than smaller nipples. When nipples make an appearance through the bra and through the blouse or sweater, man, I have tunnel vision and cold sweats. My mouth automatically goes in the shape of the mouth of a goldfish wanting food. Now, that is erotic - not the goldfish, the nipples. Man, her nipples are really sticking out. I wonder if she is cold or if she is happy to see me, really happy to see me? "Freddie, I'm freezing," she said with her arms folded around her. "Turn on the heat." Damn, she's just cold. Things that are not erotic on women to me are women who smoke, women with tattoos, women who are uncouth, and women who swear. Intelligent women, as well as, strong women, and opinionated woman are erotic. Give me Oprah or Tyra Banks any day to Paris Hilton or Britney Spears. I prefer a lady who is comfortable at home or at a social function to a broad who has been around the block one too many times. I don't care if she has had lots of sexual experiences with men, so long as she still has retained her softer side and still has manners and class, so long as she has not soured toward men, so long as she is still feminine, and so long as she is as faithful to me as I am to her. Love is erotic. I love being in love. I love all the firsts, especially the first kiss. The first kiss has to be special, not planned but spontaneous. I remember all of my first kisses. The first time you had sex with one another. The first anniversary, the first movie, the restaurant where you ate your first dinner and what you ate, and the first time you argued. I remember all of those things. Suddenly, I feel like Charles Boyer singing that song, "Ah, yes, I remember it well," when he remembers everything so clearly but so incorrectly. I do not like women who are too masculine or women who are too feminine. I like a woman somewhere in between. A woman wearing a mink coat with jeans is erotic. As is a woman, who is not afraid to be politically incorrect and, who likes fur is erotic. I love fur. A woman who likes cars and who likes driving fast is erotic. A woman who enjoys reading my stories is erotic. A woman who appreciates my sense of humor and who can make me laugh is erotic. (Matter of fact, any woman who likes me is...erotic.) A woman who loves staying home to watch a movie with me is erotic. A woman who enjoys going for long walks and talking about everything and laughing at nothing is erotic. A woman who is my best friend is erotic. A woman who is a romantic is erotic. Holding hands, hugging, cuddling, and spooning are erotic personal and private moments that I cherish. Lipstick, makeup, and perfume are erotic. I love it when my woman has her hair and fingernails done. A woman who can accept a compliment and give one back is erotic. A confident woman is erotic, just as a woman who knows what she wants is erotic. A strong, thinking, and articulate woman is erotic. Sometimes, it is just a look. Sometimes, it is the right phrase at the right time that will melt me. I was in a store at Christmas time. It was crowded. Suddenly, I looked at a woman the same time she looked at me. "I am so looking forward to a warm summer afternoon by the pool," she said with a smile. "Yes, lying back on the lounge chair with a tall tropical drink." Instantly, I imagined her in a bikini. Now, that was really erotic. "Freddie, you are such a man's man, a manly man, a macho man," I imagined her saying as she slowly peeled away her bikini top revealing perfect B cup tits that were so round and so symmetrical and then she untied her bikini bottoms when—" "Sir, Sir, can I help you? Sir, I have other customers waiting." "Oh, sorry," I handed her my purchase. The woman of my erotic daydream was no where in sight. Christmas music played in my head, "You better watch out. You better not cry. You better be good. I'll tell you why. Santa Claus is coming to town." That brief exchange with her, a stranger, was erotic albeit fleeting. Yet, later that night, I took the image of her away with me in my thoughts, erotic thoughts. Okay, I'm going to need a little bit of privacy now. That is why, no doubt, that there are 35 categories of erotica on Literotica. Whatever floats your boat, so long as you do not hurt anyone, is okay with me.
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I never realized how much fun grocery shopping could be until I was divorced. While I was married, I either did the grocery shopping with my wife, or I had to take my kids along while she worked. I never really had the time, or the inclination, to look around. I was there to pick up the week's groceries. As I said, though, all that changed after I split up with my wife. Working in the construction trades, I had the advantage of getting off of work at a relatively early hour on Fridays, which gave me plenty of time to get home, shower, stop off for a beer or three, and then go shopping. If I was too tired, put in some O.T., or just didn't feel like going on Friday, I went out early Saturday morning. At first, I looked at it the same way that I did all my life, a chore that needed to be done. However, not long after I had established myself in my new apartment, I started looking at it in a new point of view. It was a beautiful, warm, bright June day, and, wearing my normal summer garb of a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and flip-flops, I decided to head out to do my shopping, stopping off for an adult beverage first. When I got to my favorite local bar, my favorite bartender was working, much to my surprise. Normally, Tracey didn't start until 7:00, but she was already there at 5:00. After telling me that she was filling in for the daytime bartender, and then giving me grief about my shirt, something she always did, she brought me a beer. "What brings you here so early?" she asked. "Just heading out to get my grocery shopping out of the way," I told her. "Ahh," she replied. "Are you going to Major's?" she asked, referring to a large local chain. "No, I usually go to Super. They're generally cheaper," I answered. "Yeah, but the scenery is much better at Major's" she said, smiling at me. She went on to explain that if I waited another couple of hours, I would catch the after-work rush, which according to her, consisted mainly of single women. "Oh, really?' I asked, intrigued. "Yep," she answered, again smiling. "That's when I usually go." The ongoing joke between Tracey and me was that, while she was very hot, she was, as far as I was concerned, out-of-bounds, being the bar owner's girlfriend. What I would always tell her was that, not only didn't I want to be banned from my favorite local for doing the owner's girl, considering that I was fifteen years older than she was, she'd probably kill me if we ever hooked up. "That's true," she would tell me, "but at least you'd go out with a smile on your face." "Of that," I would reply, "I have absolutely NO doubt!" "Kurt," she said, grabbing my hands with hers, "you've got to believe me on this one. If you wait until, say, 6:30 to do your shopping, you won't be disappointed. Friday night and Saturday morning are the absolute best times to go!" "If I'm wrong, I'll buy you your first beer the next time I see you," she added. Well, that sounded like an offer too good to pass up, so I agreed. So, two hours, and three beers, later I left the bar and went to Major's to do my weekly grocery shopping. To my amazement, Tracey proved herself right as soon as I stepped out of my truck. There were a number of women, all attractive, all by themselves, and all just arriving to do their shopping. Walking in directly in front of me was a woman that looked to be in her mid-40's, with long, curly, dark hair tied back in a pony-tail, dressed in a business suit. I enjoyed watching her walk in front of me, her every curve moving with each step. This was not a thin, Barbie Doll of a woman, this was a soft, curvy, REAL woman walking in front of me. She had what looked like a large pair of breasts, a nice, full ass, and big, soft lips on her body. After we walked in and got our carts, we both went straight to the produce section. I started gathering some veggies for a pasta dish that I was making the next night, and soon she was standing next to me. She started asking me about the peppers that I was picking out, and then we began walking and talking together as we made our way through the store. While we walked the aisles together, I checked out her body further, and was quite pleased with what I saw. The suit that she was wearing was fitted enough to show off her breasts, while still being conservative, and the skirt looked like it gripped her well-formed ass perfectly. I kept reminding myself to thank Tracey the next time I saw her! My first time out, and I was having a great time! As we finished our shopping, we wound up in check-out lanes next to each other. I finished up just ahead of her, so I waited a little, and then walked out with her. "I don't normally do this, hell, I've NEVER done this before, but would you like to get together some time, for dinner or a drink? I'd love to get to know more about you!" I told her. "I'd like that," she replied, smiling at me. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a business card, wrote down her cell number, and handed it to me. Over the next couple of weeks, Catarina and I saw each other three times, ranging from having a drink to having dinner, drinks, and seeing a local band. I found out that she had her masters in Business Finance, and that she was an Executive V.P. at a major bank in the city. What really shocked me was when she told me that she was in her mid-50's, and a grandmother. "Wow!" I thought to myself. "I never would have guessed either of those!" I drove her home after our third date, and walked her to her door. The 'third date' scenario was going through my head as she pulled her keys out of her purse and she leaned in to kiss me. We had kissed briefly at the end of our first date, and a little more passionately after the second, but I wasn't sure what to expect this time. She sighed as I held her tight while we kissed at her door. I enjoyed the feel of her full, soft lips on mine, and when I softly kissed her neck, my hands sliding down her back, she moaned, and her hands gripped my arms tightly. "Ok, we've got to stop," she breathed, pushing me back gently. Reluctantly, I stepped back as she turned and unlocked her door. As she stepped inside her house, she stopped and turned to me. "Would you like to come for dinner tomorrow night?" she asked, smiling, and with glazed eyes. "I'd love to," I told her. The next night, I showed up at Catarina's at six, and as she opened her door I heard the sounds of kids playing. She greeted me as I walked in, and I gave her a quick kiss as I handed her two bottles of wine that I brought. I noticed right away that she was wearing a very sexy floral perfume. "You look beautiful," I told her. She was dressed in a loose fitting, flowery summer dress that buttoned down the front and a pair of ballet slippers. The dress was unbuttoned at the top just enough to entice, showing off just a hint of her deep cleavage and the fine lace of her bra, and at the bottom to show off a firm pair of legs. As I quickly glanced around at her tri-level house, a young boy came running up the stairs from the lower level. "Hi! Who are you?" he asked. "My name is Kurt," I answered. "What's your name?" "I'm Jimmy," he exclaimed. "This is my sister, Suzie," he then informed me, pointing to the little girl who came running up next to him. "Are you a friend of my Gramma?" Suzie asked softly. "Yes, I am," I replied. Catarina then sent them back downstairs, telling them that dinner would be ready in a few minutes. As Jimmy and Suzie ran back downstairs, Catarina took my hand and led me into her kitchen. "I'm sorry," she said, as she stirred a pot of pasta sauce. "My daughter called an hour ago and asked if I could watch the kids while they go to the hospital." "Is everything alright?" I asked. "Yes. My son-in-law's father was in a car accident, and he's in the ER right now. I couldn't tell them no." "That's completely understandable," I replied. "Do you want to reschedule tonight?" "Not unless you do," she said. "The kids will be going to sleep in a couple hours, and then we'll be alone." "That works for me," I said, smiling. "Do you need any help?" After a very amusing dinner with her grandkids, we all sat down to watch a movie, during which the kids fell asleep. I helped Catarina put them to bed upstairs, and she suggested that I go back downstairs and open up the wine. "I'll be there in a minute," she said softly, kissing me on the cheek. A few minutes later, as I sat in her loveseat with the glasses of wine ready, flipping through the guide on the TV, I heard her walk around behind me, and quickly sit next to me. "Anything good on?" she asked. "Not really," I said, handing her a glass. "Let me see what I can find," she said, taking the remote from me and sliding next to me. "This is good," she commented, holding up her wine glass. "I'm glad you like it," I replied. "I admit, I don't know much about wine, but I do know what I like." As she flipped through the movie channels, she continued drinking, and soon we had finished the first bottle. "Should I open the other bottle?" I asked. "Of course!" she replied. I went back upstairs to her kitchen and opened the other bottle, and brought it down stairs. "How's this?" she asked, nodding toward a romantic "chick-flick" she found. "Whatever you want to watch," I told her as I poured the wine. "I'm here for the company." "Mmmm. Nice answer," she said. "I noticed all of the decorations, and things on the shelves," I told her. "Are you Russian?" "Yes," she replied. "My father was proud of his Russian heritage, and I inherited all of this when my parents passed. All of this came from Russia with him. He managed to defect from the U.S.S.R., and brought my mother with him, settling in Chicago." "He was so proud of his heritage, he even named his first-born daughter after Catherine The Great," she said softly. "Oh, really?' I asked, my eyebrows raised. "Yeah, I don't think he knew about the legend," she laughed. "I like sex, a lot, but a horse would be too much, even for me," she continued softly, sliding closer to me. "That's good," I laughed. "There's no way I could compete with a horse!" She looked up at me, and we kissed softly. "I'm sure you won't disappoint," she whispered as we parted. As I looked at her, I noticed that the top and bottom of her dress were open further than they were at dinner, with the top open almost to the middle of her breasts, and the bottom just below her crotch. I also noticed that there was no more lace peeking out of the top of her dress. She turned back and sat, leaning into me, and I slid my arm around her shoulder. "Mmm," she moaned, leaning closer. We continued watching the movie, and soon it came to the obligatory steamy sex scene. Holding her as close as I was, when that came on I started getting a little aroused. A couple of seconds later, she moved her far arm over and placed her hand on my chest. That caused my hand to fall, landing on her breast. "I'm sorry," I said, quickly moving my hand back. "Don't be," she said, taking my hand and moving it back. As my hand rested on her soft, bra-less breast, I felt her hand sliding up and down my chest. I began to softly caress her breast, sliding my fingers across her nipples, as her hand slid slowly closer to my waist. I didn't know quite how far she was willing to go, with her grandkids just upstairs from us, but I figured there was only one way to find out. I began moving my hand around more across her breasts, until my fingers slid under her dress. Feeling my fingertips on her bare flesh, Catarina sighed and slid even closer to me and moved her hand down to my thigh. As I slid my fingers across the tops of her tits, slowly getting closer to her nipples, she began to slide her hand closer to my quickly hardening cock. Catarina gasped, and then sighed, as I cupped a full, soft tit with my hand, gently rolling her nipple between my fingertips, and then she cupped her hand around my bulge. I slid my hand out just a little, and opened one more button, allowing my entire hand inside her dress to cup her big, full, soft tits. Catarina moaned softly, squeezed my bulging cock harder, and then turned to face me. With her dress open, showing her swaying tits underneath, she leaned in and kissed me hard, mashing her lips passionately against mine. I wrapped my arms around her soft body as we kissed, our tongues dancing and battling, as she straddled me. I started to slowly slide my hands down her sides as she began moving her hips against my body and brushing her big tits against my chest, until I was cupping her full asscheeks. I moved my hands across her ass, squeezing and massaging her cheeks, and was surprised that I felt nothing but her ass underneath. She was naked under her dress! At the same time that I started to slide my hands under her dress, she pulled her body back from mine just enough to unbutton my shirt. Just as I moved my hands around to the front of her legs and stared sliding my thumbs up along her inner thighs, she pulled open my shirt and ran her fingers across my chest hair. I slid my hands back under her dress, around to her ass. Cupping her cheeks, I held tightly to her ass and stood. Catarina gasped and wrapped her legs around my waist as I turned around, and then I slowly lowered her to the love seat. Sliding my hands out from under her ass, I leaned in and kissed her as I cupped her tits, squeezing them and rolling her nipples between my fingers. I started kissing my way down her neck, moving from one side to the other, spending a lot of time on the sensitive spots below her ears and just above the collarbone. I continued working my lips down her body, until my face was centered between her tits. I released her soft pillows, pulled open her dress as far as I could, and then proceeded to kiss and lick her nipples, going from one to the other, back and forth. Catarina was moaning with pleasure, and arched her back, pushing her chest out at me. Stopping after a couple of minutes, I placed my hands on the outsides of her breasts and pushed them together. Placing my thumbs into her cleavage, I gently pulled down on the skin, which placed her stiff nipples together. With the tips of her nipples touching, I flicked my tongue across them, causing Catarina to gasp. I shook my head back and forth as I held her tits together, licking and flicking her big, stiff tips. I looked up at her as I blew some air across her wet nipples, and our eyes locked together. Maintaining that eye contact, I wrapped my lips around both nipples and began to suck on them. "Ohhhh!" Catarina gasped, and reached down to my head. "You like that?" I asked, after I had licked, nipped, and sucked on both of her nipples for a couple minutes. "Yess!" she moaned. "It makes my tummy tingle!" "Mmm. Let's see what else I can make tingle!" "Ok!," she breathed, as I released her tits and started kissing just above her mound. Catarina gasped and moaned as I placed my hands under her legs and lifted them. I then kissed all across her belly just above her mound, and then down to her inner thighs. Finally, after teasing her like that for a while, I leaned back and looked at her pussy. It was glistening and wide open, the sparse hairs matted down with her juices, just begging for attention. I leaned back in and placed my tongue at her wet hole and slowly dragged it up het slit, bringing some of her seeping juices with it. I stopped just short of her stiff clit, and I heard her moan. "Ohhh! Please!" 'Please what?" I asked, teasing her. "Ohhhgoddd! Please don't tease me! I need it so bad!" "Well, since you said please," I replied, and flattened my tongue and dragged it over her clit. Catarina gasped loudly, and her hips jumped as she felt my tongue slowly slide over her hard little bud. I moved my head sideways and up and down, my tongue dancing and flicking all across her clit, as her moaning and gasping started getting louder and her hips moved even more. Reaching an arm over the top of her leg, I used my fingers to spread her wet pussy lips as far apart as I could. After taking another couple of swipes at her clit, I placed my face even closer to her pussy, wrapped my lips around her clit, and started sucking on it. "Oh shit!" she exclaimed. I felt her hands on the back of my head, pulling me in tighter, as I continued to suck on her clit. With my other hand, I placed two fingers at her pussy and slowly slid them in, pressing on the top wall. "Ohhh godddd!" she gasped. "Yeeessssssss!" I was a little surprised how tight she was with just my fingers inside her. I had to take my time, making sure they were both wet enough to get hem in. Once I had both fingers all the way in her pussy, I started sliding them in and out slowly. I began to build up a rhythm, sucking on her clit as I slid my fingers out, and releasing her clit as I slid my fingers back in. Her pussy was soon getting so wet that my fingers were making a sloshing noise. When her breathing started getting heavier, I began sliding my fingers in and out at a faster rate, and her gasping and moaning increased. She let go of my head, and when I looked up at her, she was squeezing her tits and pulling on her nipples, all while pushing her pussy up at my face. I released her clit and slid my fingers back just far enough to reach the backside of her pubic bone and started pressing on her top wall as my tongue flicked quickly at her clit. "Ohhhhyeahhhh!" she moaned. "Right there! Don't stopp!" I felt her pussy start to squeeze my fingers, and I slid them in just a little further. Suddenly, Catarina almost roared. "OooohhhhNnngggghhhhhshhiiittt!" "Ohhhmyyygodddd!" Her hips were bouncing off the loveseat, and when I looked back up her body, it looked like she had pulled her nipples six inches. Her hips jumped every time I flicked my tongue lightly at her clit, and she soon released her nipples, reached down, and pulled my head away from her wet pussy. "Oh my god!" she breathed. "That was amazing! I don't think that I've ever come that hard, or that fast!" "Well, I'm glad that I could do that for you," I told her. Catarina then sat up at the edge of the seat, took my face in her hands, and kissed me hard. "Mmmm," she said when she pulled away, "I taste pretty good!" "You taste DAMN good!" I corrected her. She smiled, almost blushing, and patted the seat next to her. "Sit down," she told me. I did as she instructed, and she turned to kiss me again. "Wow! I was kind of loud! I'd better check on the kids," she told me when our lips parted. "I'll be right back." "I'll be right here," I replied. I watched her as she stood, and then reached out to catch her when she swayed. "Oh my!" she gasped. "My legs don't want to work!" "Do you need some help?" I asked. "No, I'll be ok... I hope," she answered, a she started walking away. I laughed quietly as I watched her hold on to the wall going up the stairs. A couple of minutes later, I watched as she came back down. "Are they ok" I asked. "Yes. They're sleeping soundly," she said, walking back to me. "Well it's good they weren't awake," I told her. "Why is that?" "I think you would have had a hard time explaining why Gramma's boobs were hanging out her dress like that," I laughed. "Huh? Oh, shit!" she said, looking down at herself. "I can't believe I didn't notice that!" "I guess that means I did well," I said. "Well?" she replied. "My legs still feel like spaghetti!" Catarina walked up to me, straddled my legs again, and sat in my lap. She then leaned in and kissed me, spreading my shirt open and pressing her tits against my chest. I could feel her hard nipples pressing into my chest while we kissed, and she started grinding her hips against me. After a couple of minutes, she pulled her lips from mine and straightened up slightly. Looking me in the eyes, she slowly began to slide her body back, and then down, until she was kneeling on the floor between my legs. Still not taking her eyes from mine, she wordlessly opened my pants. As she started pulling my pants down, I stood, making it easier for her. First, she pulled just my pants down, and I stood there facing her in just my boxers. I watched as she lowered her eyes to my bulging drawers, and sighed audibly as she wrapped her fingers around my cock. "Oh yes," she whispered, squeezing my shaft gently. "You don't disappoint at all!" I then moaned as she leaned in, kissing my rod while her hands slid up to my waist band. She began to slowly tug my boxers down, and then she gasped when my thick, hard pole sprang free. "Oh, shit!" she said softly. "Nice and thick, and long! And you said you couldn't compete with a horse!" Letting my boxers fall to the floor, she then leaned back, wrapped her fingers around me again, and slowly stroked the length of my cock. After a couple of strokes up and down, she held my cock against my leg, leaned back in, and began kissing the length of my shaft, starting at the ring below the head, and slowly moving up to my body. Reaching the base of my cock, she then held it up against my stomach. She first kissed and licked my balls, and then began kissing and licking her way back to the head. When she reached the head, she flicked her tongue around the rim, and then slowly lowered the shaft. As I watched her, she looked back up at me and softly wrapped her full lips around the head of my cock.. Opening her eyes wide, she slowly slid her lips down the length of my rod, until her nose reached my pubic hair. "Oh, damn!" I moaned, reaching down to hold her head. Her full, soft lips felt like they formed a vacuum around my cock as she began to suck on it. Feeling me hands at the back of her head, she moaned, "MmmHmm!" and started to slowly bob her head up and down the length of my pole. I stood there for a couple of minutes, reveling in the sensations that she was giving me, until I finally had to lean back and sit down. "What's wrong?" she asked softly, as my cock slid from her mouth. "Wasn't that good for you? I haven't had a real cock in a long time, so I'm sorry if I'm out of practice." "Out of practice?" I laughed. "That was incredible! I couldn't stand any longer. You were making me weak in my knees!" "So, you want me to keep going?" she asked, reaching up and stroking me. "Oh, hell yes!" I told her, reaching for her head again. "Mmmmm!" she moaned as she plunged her face back down on my cock. "Oh yeah!" I gasped. Catarina continued to suck me off for the next few minutes, almost bringing me off deep in her mouth a couple of times, until I finally had to pull her head back. "Holy crap!" I gasped. "If you don't stop, I'm going to cum!" "Why would that be a bad thing?" she asked. "Because, my dear," I gasped as she slid her tongue along the underside of my shaft, "I am no longer 18 years old. I don't know if I can go more than once a night, and I don't want to finish like that our first time together!" "Hmmm" she moaned, wrapping her lips tightly around the head of my cock again. "Ohh damn!" I gasped. "Ok," I said, reaching down to pull her back a couple of seconds later. "You're just being naughty now! Come up here!" Giggling, Catarina sat back on her legs and slowly stroked my wet shaft. I reached down, took her hands and pulled her up until she stood in front of me again. I then reached down to the backs of her legs and slowly pulled her towards me. Straddling my legs once again, Catarina reached down and took my hard cock in her hands as I slid forward, until my ass was at the edge of the seat. I then slid my hands up to her hips and slowly started to pull her down. She placed her knees on the seat cushion at the sides of my hips and looked me in the eyes as she started sliding the head of my cock up and down her wet slit. Nestling it at the opening to her hot pussy, she whimpered softly. Her eyes opened wider as she lowered herself just enough to make sure te head was set inside her, and she exhaled sharply. She reached her hands out and held on to my shoulders as I kept my grip on her hips, and then she slowly bent her knees, sliding her hot, wet pussy down the length of my pole. "Ohh Kuuurrrt!" she breathed when her ass finally rested on my legs. I was buried deep inside her, and I could feel her pussy hugging tightly to my cock as we both remained motionless. Catarina then started moving her hips back and forth when I slid my hands around and began squeezing her ass. "Ohhhh godd yesss!" she moaned softly as she gripped my shoulders tightly and grinded herself against me. She started moving her hips faster and her breathing was soon getting heavier. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned a few minutes later, as she released her grip on my shoulders and lay her head on my chest. My hands were still on her ass, and I pulled her forward hard, slamming her wet pussy onto my hard shaft. She yelped loudly when she felt the head of my cock press against her cervix, and then she moved her hips and moaned again. "Oh damn!" she moaned in my ear, pressing her tits against my chest. "I feel so full!" Catherine continued to move her hips, grinding against me, forward and back, side to side, as I held her asscheeks firmly. "Oh my god! This feels so good!" she moaned, pushing against me. I let her ride me for a little more, and then backed her off of me. We both stood, and I led her around to the arm of the love seat. Turning her around, I bent her over the arm and flipped up her dress. Stepping up behind her, I placed the head of my cock just inside her wet hole, and shoved my hips forward. "Ohh!" Catarina yelped loudly, as my hips slammed up against her ass. "Shh! You don't want your grandkids to wake up and see Grandma like this!" Catherine moaned and reached out for a pillow as I grabbed her asscheeks again and squeezed them. Burying her face in the pillow, I heard her moan louder as I started fucking her. I slid my thumbs over to the ass cleavage and pulled up and out on her cheeks as I started moving my hips a little faster. "Ohh yeah!" she moaned, pulling her face from the pillow. "Fuck me! That feels so good! Fuck me harder!" "Shhh!" I reminded her. "Don's shush me!" she growled at me. "Fuck me!" Laughing, I pulled harder on her asscheeks, and started slamming my hips against her. "Ohh shit!" she moaned. "Sooo goooood!" I fucked her tight, wet pussy, feeling it squeeze down on my shaft as she continued moaning and breathing hard. After a couple more minutes, Catarina reached her hands out and planted them on the seat. Raising her head and shoulders, she started pushing back at me. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" she moaned loudly. "Fuck me! I'm gonna cum! Fuck me hard!" I did as she asked, squeezing and pulling on her asscheeks, almost lifting her feet off the floor, as I slammed forward. Her pussy was getting so wet, I could feel her juices on my balls and see a frothy foam forming around the base of my pole. "Oh shit! Yes!" she exclaimed. "Right there! Yes!" A couple of seconds later, her arms collapsed and she fell forward again, and I could feel her pussy walls clamping down on my cock. "Ohhhyeahhh!" she growled. "Fuck me! I'm cumming! Yes! I'm cumming!" I slid my cock back, until just the head was still inside her, and then slammed it forward, burying it deep. "Ohhhyeahh!" she yelled, her body quivering. She lay bent over the arm, her body still shaking and her ass coated in a layer of perspiration, as I slowly slid my cock from her pussy. Catarina moaned at the empty feeling, and then gasped as I slid my cock along her asshole, coating it with her juices. Just as I placed my thumb at her tight, puckered back door, we heard a noise from upstairs. "Gramma!" "Shit!" she moaned quietly, jumping up from the arm of the loveseat. "I've got to see what's wrong!" "Tuck yourself in!" I reminded her as she tried to walk quickly to the stairs. Giggling, she adjusted her dress as she looked over her shoulder at me, and then went up, clutching tightly to the railing for support. I sat on the arm of the loveseat as I heard her quietly talking to her grand- daughter for a minute, and then all was silent. A couple of minutes later, she came back down, still leaning heavily on the railing. "She wanted to know why we were fighting," Catarina whispered as she walked up to me. "I told her that we weren't fighting, that we were just wrestling around." "She fell back asleep, but we have to be quiet," she continued, reaching out and stroking my still hard pole. As I leaned against the side of the loveseat, Catarina knelt down and looked up at me. Still stroking my shaft, she leaned in and kissed the head. With our eyes still locked on each other, I sighed while she slid her lips down the length of my rod. I reached down and took a handful of her long hair, holding it tight, as she continued cleaning her juices off of my cock. After a short while, she leaned back, licking her lips. "I taste pretty good on you!" she told me. Still holding her hair, I gently pulled her up. "You taste pretty good right from the tap," I replied, kissing her. "You taste pretty good on those lips, too!" I continued, turning her around. When the backs of her ass was up against the arm of the seat, I gently pushed her backwards until she went over the side. With her ass still on the arm, my hands on her hips, and her legs hooked over my elbows, I stepped forward and lined my cock back up with her pussy. Catarina yelped as I slammed my hips forward, shoving my hard shaft into her depths. I started fucking her faster, holding tight to her hips and keeping her legs in the air. Her tits fell back out of her dress and were bouncing around on her chest, almost hitting her in her face as I thrust back and forth. "OhhYEAHHH!" she moaned loudly, throwing her head back. "Shhh! You're going to wake up the kids again!" I teased her. "Don't'shhh' me!" she hissed at me. "Just fuck me harder!" I laughed, and did just that. I slid my hands to the backs of her legs and pushed them back and started slamming my hips forward. "I don't know what you're hitting, but it's going to make me cum again!" she moaned, her eyes open wide and her hands grabbing the seat cushion. "Oh damn!" I replied. "Your pussy's so tight like this, it's going to make me cum, too!" "Oh fuck! Yes! Cum with me!" she gasped. "Cum! Cum! Oh baby! I'm almost there! Cum with meeee!" she whimpered. "OhhhDAMN!" she wailed, as her hips started bouncing off of the arm. "I'm cumming!" I felt her pussy squeeze down on my shaft, as she came, her juices flowing freely around my cock and down her ass. "Oh shit!" I gasped suddenly. "Yesss!" I slammed my hips forward hard, burying my rod as deep as I could, as I felt my cum start to spew inside her. That seemed to set off another mini-orgasm for her, and her pussy walls started milking my shaft. "Oh, damn!" I moaned, my hips bucking against her. "Ohhyeahhh!" she moaned in agreement as I let her legs down and she wrapped them around my waist. We stayed locked together like that for a couple of minutes, until I felt her legs open and start to slide down my body. I looked down at her sweat-covered body, draped across the arm of her loveseat, her dress open and disheveled and her tits exposed as I slowly slid my shrinking cock out of her wet hole. She moaned as I stepped back, her legs still splayed open, and our combined juices starting to slowly drip out of her. "Holy crap!" I breathed, holding on to the arm as I tried to walk around to the front of the seat to sit. "Oh yeah!" she breathed back, reaching her arms out to me. As I sat down, giving my legs a much-deserved break, Catarina rolled over and laid her head in my lap. She reached out and ran a fingernail along my wet, deflated shaft, sliding it through the wetness. Without a word, she then slid off of the seat and knelt between my legs, wrapping her fingers around my cock. I moaned softly as she started licking our combined juices off of my rod, and then slid her lips down the soft length. "Mmm," she moaned when she released me from her mouth. "We do taste good together!" "Are you SURE you can't go again?" she asked, licking her lips. "There's only one way to find out," I told her.
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As much as Joriah made them to be warriors to protect the weak, he wanted them to be hedonistic to baffle the minds of the Purists, who wanted to achieve what they have naturally. So when making the Sha Mi Zen, Joriah not only heightened their drive, but also created in them certain hormones and erogenous spots to make sex the most enjoyable experience for both male and female, hetero, bi, or homosexual. All points of view were addressed. The age of maturation is twenty years old. It begins at eighteen, but the drive doesn't take effect until it's complete. Let's start with a typical male. Every male penis is the same size and diameter, five inches and three centimeters around. I hate big dicks, so it doesn't exist among the Sha Mi Zen. They're not needed, when I get to the female you will see why. The head has these pores with special glands, which produce a very potent hormone which can only react with the Sha Mi Zen female wetness or saliva. Which is how they can pleasure the woman in a matter of minutes. Their penis is a lot more sensitive than our own. But, the penis is not the only place a male can be aroused to ejaculation. On the tips of their tongues is an erogenous spot which like their penis, it reacts with the wetness of their females. What We normally feel in the act of penetration, is how it feels to them when the lick around the female clitoris. They could just ejaculate doing this, if they push it too much. Now, the female and how all these work together. A female Sha Mi Zen will produce one egg, every month. They do not have a hymen, and they have an instinct which allows them to telepathically speak with the male seeds. She gives one of three commands and the seeds obey her command. First is no, in which the seeds remain still. Male, means only the male seeds will go for the egg. Female, only female type seeds. They will produce an egg every single month, so they could wait until their a thousand years old and still be able to have children. The old egg passes when she urinates without her even noticing. The new egg just takes its place. Like every male is the same size, each female is the same size internally. They are nicely snug inside and stay that way their entire lives. Their only six inches inside, the birth chamber remains shut, until the telepathic command to open it to allow the seeds access. Their vagina is just as sensitive as the male penis. When they cum, they squirt. They get lost within the sensation of all these factors working naturally. Heterosexuals do not do anal, there's no need, since an asshole is just an asshole. The female feels no pain, there is no internal tearing when it's time to give birth. The birthing chamber has a natural pain numbing agent. It is released which triggers dilation. So, their unaware not feeling anything at all, while their muscles just do the work. The only blood spilled is when the umbilical cord is severed. They drop out the Placentia and within two hours, internally everything returns to it's natural form. So, no matter how many babies a Sha Mi Zen female has, their just as snug as they were at age twenty. Their breasts lactate from age twenty, before they have children. It has a dual use, which the milk has a hormone which heightens the pleasure in males. As well as nourishment for the baby. They produce enough to provide, and refill only. So the male penetrates them and will suck on their breasts to take in the milk. This is also used in foreplay to start warming up their senses. Like the male penis, the female clitoris let's out a hormone which reacts with their saliva during oral sex, the same way the male penis head does for the female. Like the male, the females have an erogenous spot. It's in the back of their throats, specially designed for the male penis. Which the head also reacts and secretes the hormone with her saliva. Like the male, it's possible for the female to squirt just by this stimulation, which is the way the males like to do it, so their plenty wet before penetration. Their clitoris isn't too sensitive, but enough where they enjoy their partner's tongue. Male and female saliva works as an Aphrodisiac when mixed, between those who are heterosexual. Now there have been the bisexual men and women, what we would consider as transgender from the beginning. Joriah knew each of the 500,000 in his hand and already made them accordingly. They also have a defensive mechanism as a safeguard against forced sex, in which if a male Sha Mi Zen tries to rape a strait male, then he will vomit a putrid bile. The females have the same. The vomit will release an immunity agent inside, so the victim will not feel the effects, but the one who tried smells the most nauseating odor which causes them to vomit. The fumes from this bile burns their eyes. The pain is so intense that they're no longer horny, but want to flee from the area. This happens as an instinct which can only occur in that situation. Alright, now on to the changes which were in the original bisexuals and homosexuals in the beginning, or anyone who so chooses. Joriah understands what everyone will be, so the babies are born with the appropriate physiology for their preferred lifestyle. Which cover bisexual transgender, or bisexual men, or women. Just homosexual transgender, male, and female. Joriah cannot over ride the choice of the female or male, but he can go back and forth through time, seeing which lifestyle will be the best fit for the child being born. So let's say a female decides to have a female baby. Joriah will play out life scenarios and see that this female would have rather been male. He comprises, giving her a penis as well. Other times the female child wouldn't like the penis, but remain lesbian. So he will create that child the same as he created the lesbians in the beginning. Lesbians don't need an erogenous spot in the back of their throats, instead the tip of their tongues. Their index and middle fingers have the same pores as the male penis head. Not only this, but what most will find extremely weird, but Joriah is a Creator of equality, the dominant hand, whether left or right, not both, the middle finger can ejaculate and even impregnate if the female chooses. Their saliva only reacts to the female, not the male. Like the male, the hormones in the milk work on them. With homosexual and bisexual males who don't have lactating breasts, instead their saliva has the same properties as the milk. It's not so with a heterosexual female, because she will not be sucking on another female's breast. Homosexual men have birthing chambers, if they decide on being the female role. Now there is a mechanic when dealing with a homosexual, or bisexual men that will enjoy this type of stimulation. Which is also true in transgender males also. Because normally, an asshole is just an asshole. Which gives heterosexual sex an unfair advantage, which is why the anus region of these males have these outstanding properties. Any male who will use their asshole will take time in a bathroom, just masturbating, it only takes about five minutes, when the arousal hits, then the anus first drains anything and releases a natural cleanser. As the cleanser exits, then the special glands work producing a natural wetness just like a female. The wetness causes the asshole to tighten, in which their just as snug as the Sha Mi Zen female's vagina. The wetness is the same. Causing the male head to release that hormone, they squirt as well. When their done, completely, they have a telepathic link in which the command is I'm pleased. Then their anus returns to it's normal state. They also can talk telepathically with the seeds, having the same commands. So, lesbians can get pregnant and homosexual, or bisexual males can also. Now I'm sure everyone is wondering how this works. I know if I was reading this, that would be going through my head. Alright, the baby will be born from the anus, well the other place would be extremely painful. That made me quench up. The birth canal of the male is longer, to allow the same storage space for the baby in the male. Like a female, the male produces an egg every month. Now, depending on how deep of a homosexual, the penis will still ejaculate, but if it isn't going to be used inside a woman or another man, then the semen is just sterile, only there to provide pleasure from ejaculation. The same with the trans gender female, who will not use her vagina, but the penis only. It functions as just a stimulus for pleasures. So when the male accepts the seed, the same six months apply, when it is time they have an extra step, in which their anus releases that cleansing agent removing anything, first. Everything else is just the same as it is with the female, the birth chamber opens and releases the pain numbing agent. Their anus starts to dilate. Their body does the work, while they feel nothing at all. No blood, except when the umbilical cord is cut. There are formulas for the homosexual or bisexual men, while the transgender have lactating breasts, so formula isn't needed in that case. Before we get to the closing parts, I know some readers are playing out certain scenarios in your mind, well let's have fun with them, because this is just too good to pass up! Now, remember that lesbian females are the only ones who have an ejaculating middle finger, because the Sha Mi Zen only have what they need. So, this type will not be possible for a female to get a male pregnant, why? Because why would a lesbian be fingering a man's ass? They are only attracted to women. I use these terms for your understanding, the Sha Mi Zen actually don't use these terms. Females who are lesbian, are just females who like females. Same with the males. A female who goes both, male who goes both. These are the Sha Mi Zen terms. So it's also true about the transgender, what the Sha Mi Zen truly wants to be is what we call them. Remember this is their Creator, Joriah's compromise for their personal benefit. So those of the female, are actually seen and referred to as males. The male, are referred to as female. This is how the Sha Mi Zen culture just works. So, this is how it's actually possible for a female to get a male pregnant. If it will be used for more than just pleasure, then these males who are actually females can in fact impregnate either a male into male or one into both. But, this has been done by certain females into females of the Sha Mi Zen. Getting themselves pregnant. Yes using her fingers, can finger herself until ejaculation, then command either male or female. Which means they become asexual. Yes, female into female couple can in fact get pregnant at the same time, if they time their ejaculations just right. This too, has been done before. Oh, I forgot to mention, their fingers work with female saliva as well. So it's also possible, and practiced, that one female will ejaculate in her lover's mouth, while her lover will ejaculate inside her squirting vagina. Now, a male into both can in fact impregnate another male, either into both of males, and males who wanted to be females. Then get themselves pregnant. This is achieved by either a male, or female male having sex with them while he is engaging in intercourse with either a female or male. Now, the pre cum is enough, but the one who has the telepathic link is the only one who knows. So they tell them when their pregnant, then he moves to the next one and does the same. Until they are all pregnant. Honestly, we had fun with it. But, on a serious side Joriah done it to give everyone, regardless of what choice they will make, the ability to have children when they choose. Alright, since the Sha Mi Zen know being faithful is a lot to ask any of them to be, they were made to be hedonistic, yet empathetic towards others above themselves. Meaning we might hear a story about a brutal killing, and it affects us, but they feel what the victim went through, so they cry. Every time they hear the tale of Ann Berlin, same thing. What happens to everyone, including Ann Berlin brings them to tears every time. They all carry a sense of responsibility when it comes to mortals, their protective, even to their very own lives. This isn't at all fake, but is felt deep in their hearts. So, they do have a lot of fun with each other. But, are more so moved on their protective nature. So they understand their enormous drive, and love isn't vacant. Just perceived differently by the Sha Mi Zen. They believe that one and one heart make a whole heart. That the act of sex is only for fun, each of them wants to play around, but the one who you love, is the one you cannot live without. So, there is what is known between husband or wife and etc, what is called the heart territory. As long as other friends don't cross into heart territory, it's fine. So, if they are to engage in extramarital sex, they do it together. Like, if a woman marries a man, she invites a male friend over while he is away, this is considered cheating. Unless the other spouse says it's alright. Their friends must maintain a distance, and spouse's share everything together. This sets them apart, being more than friends, having a deeper connection between them. Though rare, but there are some monogamous relationships in all types. In fact, former King Migual Parsons is faithful to his wife, Gabriela Parsons. Migual found out he had a lot more children than he knew about, 10,473 children born without his knowledge. So he gave the responsibilities and the crown to his eldest son of Gabriela, Reginald Parsons. So he can focus on spending as much time with these sons and daughters as possible. King Reginald Parsons learned from his father and only sleeps with his harem women which are forbidden to have a child without their master's permission in their code of conduct. For most Sha Mi Zen, this isn't something to be concerned with and usually both parties want to have a child, instead of those with the ability. But, with the famous among them, what happened to King Migual Parsons, could easily happen to them and will not venture outside of their own harems to not give someone a chance. For female celebrities, or a male into male, not a problem because they're in control of their own pregnancies. The Sha Mi Zen are wonderfully made, inside and outside. In matters of the heart, or just having fun. Some aspects are weird but each of them are happy in their own lives. Not a one is poor, homeless or lonely. Each Sha Mi Zen has that circle of friends, no matter which way they are. No status, because there is no money, they each have the same quality homes, personal space ships and 3D viewers. Noone is left behind, without basic necessities, each work in a particular job and have unlimited credit. A place where everyone has those friends who really care about them. You have to admit, men able to have children and females with a middle finger which can ejaculate is really amazing! _A continuation of "Shelia's Shoes"_ At his office, his receptionist tried to stall me, but I insisted that I must see him immediately. I was incensed that he might have jeopardized the sanity of one of my prized assistants, and I was in no mood to have my time wasted. The receptionist was a saucy brunette wearing a tight red sweater that emphasized the curves of her round, bulbous breasts. It was tight enough that I could see her nipples were stiff, tiny little bumps against the ribs of her pullover. Her glasses, sleek black frames in a European style, were pushed back onto her temple. "You can't just go in there, sir," she said saucily, with a strange lilt that seemed a provocation. "Don't trifle with me," I said. "This is urgent." I made for the door to his consulting room. The receptionist stood up from behind her desk to block me. I wouldn't have guessed she would be so tall, so lean, with a lithe, slender frame and skinny hips that made her breasts seem even rounder. Her legs were long and sleek; her chunky heels were totally unnecessary. She put one of her legs up on the arm of a chair to bar my way to the door, and when she did her short skirt lifted so that I could see the tops of her stocking, and a sumptuous white slash of her thigh flesh. My mouth watered, even in the midst of my perturbation at being delayed. "Are you gonna give me trouble?" she said salaciously, rocking against her extended leg so she her knee would bend and unbend, lifting and dropping her skirt, teasing me with her thighs, which were making it suddenly hard for me to concentrate. She dropped her glasses down over her eyes to get a good look at me, and I swear she flicked her tongue quickly over her lips, as though she couldn't wait to get a taste of me. "I need to see the doctor," I told her. "I don't have time for games." "Come on," she purred, "we all like games. You don't need to be a cognitive therapist to know that." She was rubbing the black nylon stretched across her thigh now, and she wouldn't take her eyes off my face. Her nipples were still harder, it seemed even more noticeable now. It almost seemed as though she didn't know she was doing it, or she was just so uninhibited that she didn't care. She was caressing herself right in front of me, in her place of work, and I was a total stranger. I hesitated, not knowing what to do. She certainly had stopped me in my tracks, and suddenly I was getting hard. The bulge in my pants would have been extremely obvious to her, if she ever stopped looking at my face to notice. "I can't let you in there," she said. "But I can let you in here." She lifted her skirt all the way. I stared at her, dumbstruck. Suddenly my world had been turned upside-down, and everywhere I expected professionalism I got raw sexuality. "I can see you like this," she murmured. She was right. I did. She had the beautiful kind of cunt that was delicious to look at, a nice tight slit ornamented by a well-trimmed bush. It was already moist and open and I could see how pink and wet it was. What had turned her on so much? I wondered, but I really didn't care. All I could think about was sticking my tongue in that hole, and sucking that clit until she came. She started playing with herself, using her fingers to open herself to me, then burying them inside her to pull them out all wet and shiny. "Look at how wet I am?" she said. "You like that?" "You're quite a receptionist," I said. She dropped her skirt and began running her hands over her breasts, holding them up for my inspection. "You like these too, huh?" she said. "I love to play with them. I was sitting at my desk just playing with them when you walked in." I moved closer to her, close enough to swell her sweet female musk underneath her perfume. "That's what you do?" I asked her. "You sit at your desk and play with your tits? That's what they pay you to do? Because I bet you'd get paid a lot more to do that at a few places I know downtown." It was strangely easy to fall into a patter of lewd talk with her; everything about her demeanor demanded it, the crook of her hips, the flash of her thighs, the way she swayed, and slurred her words slightly, as if she were drunk on the idea of cock. "I'll bet," she said. "I bet you like those kind of places." She grabbed my throbbing cock through my trousers. "What do we have here?" she said. "Seems like your little friend's getting a little antsy." "Little?" I said incredulously, as I unzipped my fly and unleashed all nine inches. "You must know some mighty big boys," I said. "Do you wanna fuck me, or what?" she said petulantly. I kissed her then, her mouth wet and willing, tasting like a citrine explosion. My hand was under her skirt and on her taut, white thigh, like warm marble. She kissed me back, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, one arm wrapped around my waist and the other on my chest, rubbing, clawing, until she was finally fumbling at my belt, trying urgently to unleash my cock, which was so hard and dripping at this point, I thought it my tear right through my pants. She pulled it out finally and jammed it inside of her. "Oh yeah," she said, "I love a stiff cock inside me." She was bayou wet, and she jerked on my cock like it was electrocuting her. I wanted to kiss her again, and I wanted to tear her sweater off and get my hands on her tits, and suck on her nipples, still tantalizingly erect. But it better to be quick and dirty in the middle of this waiting room, for God knows, anyone could walk in at any minute and find us balling away right against the wall. I licked her neck and pounded away while she grunted her approval. "Yes, fuck me like that," she muttered in my ear, "Fuck me good and hard like that. Yeah. I want to feel it. Fucking pin me to the wall." I did what I could to appease her, hoisting her up by her hips so I could get better leverage. She was surprisingly light for a big girl, but with the adrenaline flowing through my body I probably could have tossed her across the room with one hand. And this crazy woman, she probably would have loved it. With my hands around her waist, I thrust her on me over and over while she clamored in my ear, "Give me your cock, give me all your cock, goddamit, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." until finally I exploded inside of her with ferocious force. "I hope you liked that," I said, gathering myself. She licked my dick clean before I pulled up my trousers. She seemed to want more, wanting to suck on my cock until it came alive and grew hard again, but I was starting to suspect this was only a tactic. "I'd love to let suck me all night, but I still have to see the doctor." I pushed her out of the way, while she looked at me still with that crazed hunger in my eye, and at this point I was starting to think the whole world has gone mad. I finally barged into the doctor's treatment room, and I was a bit startled at what I found. The doctor sat calmly in a chair while a woman knelt on the ground before him, licking his oxfords. I was stunned into silence. I was about to demand he explain what was going on, but I found the sight of this woman too mesmerizing. "You wished to see me, I take it," the doctor said easily. I nodded. I found my voice, and explained I was Shelia's employer, and that she'd had a situation at work which was clearly influenced by his practice. "Of course, Shelia," he said. "What a beautiful ass she has. And her calves, too, lovely in the right heels." The woman licking his shoes looked up at him, a strand of drool hanging from her sultry lips. She had blond hair with some dark streaks, looked to be about twenty-five. I assumed she must be completely under the doctor's control. "I keep licking but I can't finish it," the woman said. "But it's so good. It's so delicious." The doctor touched her shoulder and said, "Hettie, this is Mr. Hoyt. When you hear Mr. Hoyt speak, you will want to expose yourself to him. Every time he touches his glasses, your desire to have sex with him will increase. "Yes, doctor," she said, with no affect to her voice. Her eyes, half closed, were without luster, and her shoulders were slumped down. It looked as if she barely had the energy to lift her head. Now please sit in the chair, won't you?" She took a seat in an empty chair while I just gaped on, wondering what the doctor was trying to prove. Then he clapped his hands, and the woman's head snapped up as if she had just been jolted. "Hettie," the doctor said. "How do you feel?" "I'm fine," she said chipperly. "Why, was I under?" "Hettie, I want you to meet a colleague of mine, Mr. Hoyt." She smiled at me vacantly, barely noticing me at all until I touched my glasses, as I generally do when I feel nervous. A saw a wave undulate through her. "Mr. Hoyt," she said, her voice suddenly a touch deeper. "Hello, Hettie," I said, "It's really nice to meet you." To my astonishment, as I spoke, her legs kept opening wider as she sat in the chair. "Yes, Hettie, I'm consulting with Mr. Hoyt about your case." I watched as her she brought her legs together again, catching herself and looking a bit baffled. "Hettie, as you know, is having difficulty with some migraines, and she thought hypnosis might cure her of these. What do you think?" I touched my glasses again, and Hettie gasped a little bit, and purred deep in her throat. "Well, I don't know," I said. "I think I would need to know a lot more about her situation." At the sound of my voice, her legs were split all the way open again, and she began leaning back in her chair. "Yes, I would definitely need to know more. Her family history, whether her mother or her father have any history of these kinds of headaches, and whether she has had any childhood illnesses or anything of that sort of nature." It was becoming harder for me to think of things to say, because I continued to talk she started to pull her dress up to expose her pussy to me. Of course, she wore no panties. Her eyes started to glaze over as she lifted her dress back, and back further until she was totally exposed to me. Her cunt, cleanly shaven, was so beautiful, it stopped me dumb, whereupon she shivered, and immediately thrust her dress down again looking bashfully at me and the doctor as if to see if we had noticed. Then the doctor clapped his hands, and her head instantly slumped, and she sat in the chair as lifeless as a big rubber doll. "Are you insane?" I asked him, astounded. "Are you some sort of madman?" "Come, come, Mr. Hoyt," the doctor said patiently. "You didn't seem to protest to much when this lovely young woman was exposing herself to you." "Are you some sort of charlatan, abusing the women this way..." I blustered on. "Abuse?" The doctor laughed. "These young women come to me with their problems, and they are quite satisfied with the manner in which I cure them. They have their little ailments -- their headaches, their smoking addictions, their insatiable hunger for sweets, these petty oral fixations. Of course, they are all the product of sexual repression. Women of this age, and particularly of this desirability... " He motioned to Hettie, who was very desirable indeed sitting there. The luscious image of her shaved pussy was practically burned into my retinas. Her eyes half closed, her lips parted, she seemed to be in a kind of torpor. Her body was ready for action; she just waited passively to be used, to be taken, to be commanded. "They long to express their sexual passion," the doctor continued. "They would love to strut their passion in the streets and rut like animals in heat, which is what they are, of course. Liberated from the estrus cycle that rules the other primates, human woman are in a perpetual state of heat, only our society refuses to let them realize it. Some women adapt comfortably to the repression, but it comes out in little ways, aches and pains, and ungovernable cravings for penile substitutes. "I attack their problems with a two-fold approach. First I encourage them to express their sexuality freely, using hypnotic suggestion to make them more amenable to their subconscious desires to couple with the men they encounter. And secondly, to contain their oral cravings and focus their latent excess sexuality, I cathect their deep unconscious desire with a fetish object, usually leather shoes, but sometimes balloons as well." "So that's what happened to my assistant, Shelia? You've made her have an absurd passion for her own high-heels." "It's supposed to find expression within the controlled environment of my office. But sometimes their unconscious cravings are so strong, their hypnotic cathartic behaviors become manifest in the world at large. This is unfortunate. But few women complain about the added spice to their sex life. And women, as I was saying before, are all exhibitionists at heart." "I do think you are insane," I said. "This is mad psychobabble." "Is that so, Mr. Hoyt? How do you explain this?" He turned to Hettie and touched her shoulder. "Hettie can you hear me?" he asked, and she nodded. "Would you like to masturbate for Mr. Hoyt?" he requested. "Oh, yes, doctor," Hettie said, and immediately she turned to me, and staring into my eyes, she began to touch herself, first over her dress, caressing her breasts and rubbing her stomach rhythmically, and then, after she hoisted her dress off completely, her incredible naked body. Her nipples were hard and perky as she squeezed them, and she licked her fingers up and down with her darting tongue to lubricate them. She murmured in delight as she slid her index finger in and out of her cunt, leaning back in the chair and spreading her legs wide so I could have a clear view. She held up one of her breasts up to her mouth so that she could nibble her nipple while she worked her clit with her other hand, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles, gently, then harder, gently, and then harder. The doctor stood observing us, with a placid smile on his face. "No, keep watching, Mr. Hoyt," he said. "It's better for her therapy. The residual exposure to your hungry gaze will go a long way toward alleviating her headaches for another week." Hettie began to grunt rhythmically, breathing heavily now as her orgasm was fast approaching. She was lifting her hips up off the chair, thrusting vainly into the air at nothing as she fingered her clit. She groaned, and moaned out, squeezing her nipples as hard as she could, desperate to make herself come. All the time, though, she never took her eyes of me; she wanted me to always be watching. "She won't be able to come until I give her the fetish object," the doctor remarked. "But I'd like you to watch her labor for a bit, while she lathers herself up a bit more." "Let me have it, please," Hettie chirped, in between gasps. "Please, doctor." I didn't think she could go at herself with any more abandon. Her legs were split wide, each one hanging over an arm of the chair. She was thrusting all four of her fingers inside her while she rubbed her clit with the other hand, and her upper body quivered so that her breasts shook, the nipples seeming to tremble before my eyes. I wanted to go over and help her. Besides, I was rock hard and dying to come myself, so turned on was I just from watching her, and watching how she looked at me while she touched herself. "Would you let her have it," I asked the doctor. "I'd like to give it to her." "But I'm eager for her to perform for you. Is there something you'd like her to do? It will be good for her therapy. I'm rather amused when she licks my shoes clean. But some of my colleagues enjoy it when I have my girls bark like dogs, and prance around on all fours like a pony, or writhe around on the ground like snakes, or rub themselves up against the coat rack, or the corner of my desk." "Are you serious?" I asked. "Hettie," he said, touching her quivering bare shoulder, and giving a quick caress to her fulsome breast. "On all fours please." She stopped touching herself and plopped down on the floor on her hands and knees. She began to crawl around, panting, still aroused to the point of orgasm, but unable to release her ecstasy. Her pendulous breasts hung down and swung, nipples still erect, as she crept around. She still watched me, her head upturned, her blonde hair a frazzled mess, her tongue hanging out slightly. Her lips were moist, her mouth wet. Her half-lidded eyes were a little delirious with lust. "Oh God, fuck me," she said. "Somebody fuck me." She lifted her ass up in the air and wiggled it as she crawled. "I need a good fucking in my cunt so bad," she purred. "Please." She crawled over to my crotch and began to sniff at it, rubbing her body along my legs as she crawled around me, sniffing.
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Greetings one and all, I am JT, short for Jon Thomas. I'm over 150 years old. As a mortal I worked for enterprising ladies who sought to sell their most personal and private possession. I would coordinate, facilitate and if necessary intimidate on these ladies behalf. I worked the streets in London England, in Brothels of the old American west, and finally in a 20th Century Cathouse in a southern state in America, where my life ended abruptly due to three gunshot wounds to my upper torso. I thought of myself as a personal assistant. Unfortunately, when I arrived at the pearly gates Saint Peter called me a pimp and sent me to purgatory. I've been stuck in Purgatory for the last ten decades. In order to redeem myself for having taken advantage of these poor delicate flowers and earn my way into heaven I have served as a protector for sexually adventurous women, ensuring that they are kept safe while they seek to satisfy their carnal cravings. ~~~ Let me tell you, I have seen some freaky stuff. Lately I have been watching over Sharon. She had been a loyal and faithful wife, dedicated to her husband during her marriage. Less than a year ago she and her then husband won a modest sized jackpot from their state's lottery. A week after they received the payout from their lottery company, her hubby Ken, announced that he was leaving. Once she got past the sting of being summarily dismissed by her loving husband, Sharon admitted to herself that marrying Ken while they were still in college was a mistake. After ten years of unfulfilling sex during her marriage she was ready to make up for lost time. She packed up and moved to the big city, where a few people she knew from her college days now resided. She found a flat in a trendy area populated mostly by professionals. ~~~ To my surprise the sweet and faithful Sharon jumped right into the deep end of the pool. For the first time in her life she could indulge in her favorite guilty pleasure in all its many dimensions. She had loved them since she was first introduced to them in her freshman year of University. Sharon had been a 19 year old virgin at the time, and it was love at first sight. As a result of marrying so young, she did not get to truly explore the wonderful world of cocks. ~~~ My assignment is to protect her through the period of her sexual awakening, once she has completed her season of whoring and transitions to or more traditional sexual behavior I will move on to a new assignment. Sharon has a goal of having the sexual experiences she would have had if she had remained single in college and throughout her twenties. Shortly after she started her new job, I found myself perched on the wall of a car park on guard duty while Sharon was in the front seat of her car blowing the guy who made deliveries to the doctor's office that she worked in. Less than two weeks later I worked the front counter answering questions from a couple of prospective customers, while Sharon was on her knees in the small space that served as the umbrella shop owner's office giving him head. She is still considering getting a tattoo on the side of her neck that reads, 'I give head'. During the month after that incident she had several fuck sessions with a guy that she knew from college. Honesty compels me to report that he had a big cock, not that I was interested in that but for the sake of the story I have to report the facts. She had a sore pussy for a few days after each time she was pounded by the guy. Sharon thinks about sex, desires sex, pursues sex and is generally interested in sex as much as any man I've ever known. She even surprised me with that bondage thing I saw her get into the other night. I mean nipple clamps, clothes pins on her pussy lips, hot wax dripped on her, being blindfolded and tied to the bed spread eagle while being double penetrated by a cock and a toy. I couldn't bear to watch. I just hoped her screams were of pleasure and not of pain and that she doesn't have any permanent scars. ~~~ I'm not allowed to have sexual contact with any of the women that I protect. But I am permitted to shift into the human form of my choosing and interact with anyone around them at the time. Many of the ladies that Sharon knows and socializes with are equally as sexual as she is. As you might expect I've found myself in some pretty interesting situations and yes I will admit it I've fallen into a lot of pussy by hanging out in her general vicinity. ~~~ At a recent party it was a fun time for all involved, I had assumed human form and kind or sort of got distracted by a petite blonde, but there's no need to get into all of that, the point is, someone turned on a cell phone camera while Sharon had a guy's cock in her mouth and and that put me in deep trouble with my purgatory parole officer for allowing this to happen. It took me a few days of shape shifting to find the guy who was trying to shake her down for money in exchange for not posting the video clip on the internet. The gentleman was friends with one of Sharon's best girlfriends which was disappointing and so I had to teach him a lesson on loyalty. I shifted in to my six foot four inch self and stepped to the guy as he walked along a dark and empty street. I was dressed all in black; I wore a 2 carat diamond pinky ring and I carried a cane that had a brass lion's head on top of it. I looked like a bad-ass if I do say so myself. The guy was startled to say the least, as I towered over him I bared my teeth and exposed my two inch long k9 teeth and asked him nicely to dispose of the video, and I informed him that I would cut his nuts off and drink his blood if I were to find pictures of Sharon sucking cock posted on the internet. Sorry for going off on a tangent. The petite blonde I chatted-up was named Ashley. She's five foot two inches tall, with perky tits, a round ass and she's very physically fit. She has a bubbly personality and in bed she's as nasty as it gets, period. The first time I talked with her, I noticed that she was as confident as any woman I've ever been around. I later found out that her confidence was born from the fact that Ashley had the deepest pussy I've ever experienced. I don't mean to brag but I'm sporting nine inches of steel between my legs, and this five foot two inch Minx was able to take me balls deep while smiling broadly and asking me if that's all you got. ~~~ Anyways, I will get back on the subject of Sharon. Recently she picked up a new beau, and this particular guy should give all of you smaller guys hope, he is at best packing a 5 inch sausage and less than 5 inches of girth, yet he has been able to have Sharon climbing the walls. I've never heard her moan and groan and scream and holler as loud with anyone as she has with 5 inch guy. He seems to have unlimited stamina, he's gets her in every position and his expertise with his cock is only surpassed by his expertise with his tongue. And he's adventurous, as they have fucked in the back seat of his car outside of a nightclub, just for the fun of it, they even went to the only drive-in theater in town to fuck. She enjoyed him so much until I actually had to remind Sharon on a couple of occasions that she should not get hooked on any one guy. ~~~ Her latest guy is into The Swinging scene. I expected this was going to be a challenge for myself since I would be thrown into the mix with a bunch of horny swingers and I knew that my big cock will be in demand. I knew it would happen and it did, at a party Sharon and I attended I was approached by an older couple, the older gentleman a man in his late fifties asked me if I would spend time with his wife while he watched, and being the generous guy that I am I said yes. This led to one of the more interesting experiences that I've had. Throughout my encounter with his wife the gentleman was sitting in a chair with his glass of cognac in his hand and an unlit cigar in his mouth. He was talking with his wife, giving her instructions and asking her how she felt as I kissed her, caressed her, sucked her tits nibbled on her neck and fingered her pussy. He seemed as excited as she was with the prospect of me putting my cock into her. When the moment of truth arrived I move between her legs, she moaned and squirmed and he spoke excitedly, asking her how it felt, how good was it, was it big enough and encouraging her to take it all. Meanwhile Sharon experienced Her first threesome at this same party, or as it's commonly called she was spit roasted. Sharon has proven to be one of the most sexual women have ever been around and I've been around a lot of them during my tenure as a protector. ~~~ Lately Sharon's interest have turned from cock to pussy, she's decided that she wants to get laid by a woman, but she's not comfortable approaching women and so it looks like I'm going to have to coach her through this one. Of course she doesn't know that I have the ability to read people's thoughts, and I already know that many of the women within her circle of friends are totally down for girl on girl action, but the code of conduct doesn't allow me to mess with the natural order of things.
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_I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story._ This is the tenth of now twelve interviews I have worked on over the last five years. Most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short. I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, any personal friend, or relative. ***** Chapter 3 The weather finally broke and after temperature swings of forty degrees we were finally expecting the spring like weather to stay. Jackets replaced coats and on the best days just a long sleeve shirt was enough. The next week was pleasant, Lilly was at the house cooking and now cleaning. We could finally get two cars in the three car garage. Unfortunately my time with Lilly was going in the other direction. We still made love on occasion but she never stayed overnight. In contrast Daisy and Rose seemed to be spending more time together. Daisy insisted they have never been intimate but knowing her I figured it was just a matter of time. The first time I became concerned about Lilly was the next Saturday when we planned to fix the front of the car. Lilly was not there to make breakfast. I called but got no reply. With the garage doors open I went about working on the car myself. I got the small pieces handled but I needed an extra set of hands to do the bigger parts. Eating leftovers for lunch only reminded me more of how much I missed her. I looked out the back yard to see the garden calling my name. I called and left another message for Lilly then went out to the garage. I cleaned up the garage and went out to tend to the garden. I tilled the soil and cleaned up the fence line. It was dinner time when I finally called it quits. I checked my phone and there was still no reply. Worried now, I called Rose. "Parker, she's ok." Rose answered not even saying hello. "We're having a rough day." "Is it something I did?" "No!" Rose responded immediately. "She just needs a little time alone." "Can I at least talk to her?" I asked. "Maybe tomorrow Parker? OK?" Rose sounded concerned herself. "If she needs anything." "Thank you Parker... she knows...she feels the same way." Rose acknowledged. "Ok." I sighed. "Parker..." Rose called out quickly before I hung up. "...we've never gotten this far before." Considering I didn't know what the future would hold, I guess it helped. When Daisy got home she too was in a bad mood. Surprisingly, I slept alone that night. The smell of coffee wafted up the stairs as I headed down. I turned the corner, the old stairs announcing my arrival, she stood waiting to face me. In the breakfast nook Rose was sitting looking on. No doubt to protect Lilly from my wrath for yesterday. She needn't worry. "I missed you." I said looking at Lilly. "I'm sorry." She whispered looking back at Rose. If she was looking for sympathy or support it never came. I understood now that Lilly was on her own. "I called." I reminded her. "I know." She looked down avoiding my eyes. "I worried about you all day." I mentioned. "I... I..." Lilly stammered. "It's ok you're here now." I moved closer. I lifted her chin gently. I could feel her whole body tremble, she was a nervous wreck. Her big brown eyes let me know there was still hope. "I love you Lilly." I pulled her in my arms and kissed her letting her know I meant it. She responded by wrapping her arms around me and kissing me back even harder. There was a moment when we parted that I wanted to scold her. To have Lilly tease me about spanking her. I decided this was not that moment. "I tilled the garden." I said instead. Lilly was taken back by the change of subject matter. My dad was the master of it, often diffusing a situation by talking about something so random it was almost funny. Rose got it, she gave me a knowing smile. "Parker it's too early to plant!" Lilly informed me quite matter of factly. "Oh, sorry. I didn't know." I lied. "Not until the middle of next month." Lilly scolded me. "Did you get that car fixed?" It was just like my mom nagging my dad to get working on his honey do list. "I started to but I needed help." I replied. That brought her to an abrupt stop, she looked at me and smiled. She wanted to help me in the worst way. "Well it will have to wait until after we go shopping." Lilly grabbed the pan off the stove. "Now sit and eat before this gets cold." I sat beside Rose, she looked at me in an approving way. She stood up, her eyes darted to the ceiling sadly. "She's upstairs in her room." I whispered. "In her room?" Rose questioned. "All night." I informed her. "Oh Parker..." "I expect you both to be ready to go shopping. It's Sunday." I smacked her ass sending her on the way. "Yes honey!" Rose teased. Even Lilly smiled at that. Sunday Lilly did help me finish the car. She insisted on cooking dinner for the four of us. That night I sent Daisy home with Rose and Lilly. Monday morning Daisy met me entering the bathroom. She looked disheveled but happy. I was just finishing up brushing my teeth when the door opened. My sister stood there stark naked. "Daisy!" I scolded her. "I have to tinkle." She giggled. "There are three bathrooms in this house." I reminded her. "But you're only in this one." Daisy teased. "Lilly is in the kitchen." I left closing the door. I went to my room and finished dressing and headed downstairs. Lilly didn't seem to be as chipper as Daisy. There was something about the way she moved, the way she looked at me. Even the kiss we shared was different. I had had those types of kisses in the past. Hoping I was wrong I said nothing. I was at work and my mind was not really into the task at hand. I had come across troubling news. I tossed the paperwork across my desk in frustration. "Parker, you have a client here to see you." My assistant Lenny informed me. "I don't have any appointments today." I replied checking my calendar. "This is a new client." Lenny grinned. "A new company? Why wasn't I told of this?" "Uh, well it isn't a company." Lenny turned red. "Then send him to a financial planner down the hall." I suggested impatiently. "She insisted it be you." Lenny smiled again. "She asked for you by name." "Send her down the hall. I don't have time for this today!" I barked thoroughly pissed now. "Are you sure" Do you know who she is?" Lenny looked down the long corridor. "You should at least check her out." I sat back in my seat laughing. Lenny looked at me not sure what to think. I shook my head in disbelief. If he only knew how many times I had heard those words he would be laughing too. "Tell her I'll be right in." I chuckled. Lenny hesitated at my complete 180. I waved my hand and he moved quickly down the hall. I stopped in the restroom to freshen up and then headed down the hall to the conference room. It was Rose waiting for me. "Ms. Bowman." I held out my hand for Lenny's benefit. "Parker." She said not even trying to keep up appearances. "Lenny, thank you for keeping Rose company until I arrived. If I need you I will call." I dismissed Lenny much to his chagrin. He left and I sat close to Rose but not too close. She had a stack of papers on the table. "What do I owe this pleasure?" I asked. "I want to hire you to look over some investments" Rose replied firmly. "Rose I do corporate financing. Let me set you up with someone that can help you on a personal level." I offered. "No! It has to be you" She argued. "I trust you. You have the license don't you?" "Yes, but I haven't done that since just after college. Things change." I explained. "Please just look at this." She shoved the file across the desk in front of me. I figured she had gone through whatever it took to get the meeting I should at least look. I glanced at the numbers and then at the proposal. If it was correct it was too good to be true. Rose waited patiently as I flipped through the remaining documents. Making mental notes I eventually came away concerned. "Rose does Lilly know you're here?" I asked lifting the last page. "Not yet, I will tell her tonight. Parker we have no secrets." Rose reminded me. "What do you think?" "Well I would have to make a few calls but I have some concerns." I replied honestly. "He's a fucking snake!" Rose lashed out. "He only wants her money." "I don't understand how he would get her money. Is she going to marry him?" I asked confused. "Baxter? Hah! He's too in love with himself to get married." Rose fumed. "Who names their kid Baxter?" She then scoffed. "He's a snake oil salesman." "So why would she go through with this?" I asked still a bit confused. "Just tell me this, what would you do to protect this portfolio." Rose asked. "Well in her situation I would look into annuities." I suggested. "They're very safe, very conservative, and if she gets sued they're protected." "You mean someone can't take it if it's in an annuity?" Rose asked. "Nope, think of that famous ball player that was accused of killing his ex- wife. Her family sued civilly and won, but they can't touch the money in his pension, it's in an annuity." I explained. "How do you know if the annuity is any good?" "There is a company that rates insurance companies that sell them and how financially sound they are. Besides the states regulate them very vigorously." I explained further. "I could call my dad he sells insurance he could make recommendations." "So he would do this?" Rose asked suspiciously. "No, you would need to be licensed in the state that the person lives." I answered. "The company may even have direct sales but we would have to look into that." "So she would get a check each month?" "If she wanted. She could also just invest it, let it grow tax deferred. Then, if and when she was ready, she could set up a payment program." "So there are options, and she would still be protected?" Rose asked. "There are many options all under the umbrella of the annuity, even passing on the balance when the time comes avoiding probate." I replied happy she came in. "Thank you Parker!" Rose jumped up and kissed me in the meeting room. "Rose, maybe we shouldn't do that at my work?" I teased. "Oh yeah." She blushed. "At least not when other people can watch!" Rose winked. I made a few calls in the afternoon. I put the file in my personal desk drawer and locked it up for now. When I got home there was a note from Daisy. She was going out with friends from school to celebrate the recent success on their exams. I was surprised to see it when her car was in the garage, she did this when she was going out to drink. I sent her a text reminding her to get a cab or call me for a ride. I ate alone pulling out the file Rose gave me. I studied the financials making a notes on a separate pad. I read all the newspaper clippings as well. There were additions in the margins, I knew only Rose had that kind of rage. Their mother was unique to say the least. Crazy was probably a less polite way of saying it based on the articles. Crazy rich people are a bad combination. I called my dad and we talked mostly business. I talked to mom and then my grandmother. When I told her I tilled the garden she set me straight just like Lilly. It was a nice night so I went and took a brisk walk through the neighborhood. When I came back I went up and took a shower and settled downstairs on the couch to read a few more chapters of my book. I heard the car pull up, I smiled knowing it must be Lilly. Rose would be working out and Daisy was out with her friends celebrating the last day of college. Through no fault of her own Daisy is a couple of classes short or she would be graduating too. "Parker!" Lilly called out. "In here." I replied. She came around the corner and with her was Rose. I laid down the book and stood up. Lilly moved forward quickly and took my hand. "Come with us." She looked up at me nervously. I was in denial at first, but I couldn't think of what she wanted to show me as we ascended the stairs. Lilly pulled me in my room and waited for Rose just behind me. I looked around everything seemed to be in place. Lilly pulled me down for a kiss. She seemed uncertain as I pulled her close, then she melted in my arms. "Do you love me Parker?" Lilly whispered her body trembling. "You know I do Lilly." I assured her. "Even after you read the file?" Lilly stood anxiously. "Come again?" I asked confused. "Our mother, she's crazy?" Rose replied. "Colorful maybe, but crazy?" I corrected her. "But what does that have to do with how much I love Lilly?" Lilly moved to Rose and without a word she embraced her sister and started kissing her passionately. Rose finally pulled her loose. "I told you we can trust him Lilly." Rose replied kissing her cheek. "It's your call." Lilly turned back to me and started to remove my shirt. Not sure what this was about yet I let her pull it over my head. She tossed it to the side and then unbuckled my jeans and pushed them down with my briefs. I pulled my socks off standing naked. "Your turn." Lilly said standing in front of me. I looked at Rose, that wicked smile gave me permission. I started undressing Lilly while her sister watched. Soon she too was naked. "Now Rose?" Lilly said almost begging me not to object. When I just stood there Lilly turned to her sister. I'm sure she had done this many times before but not like this. Then I remembered Rose told me they had never come this far. Lilly fidgeted with Rose's clothes until her sister helped her. I was expecting it to be more sexual but the way Lilly and Rose communicated and responded with each other left me in awe. It was like they were dancing to music I couldn't hear. A sigh here, a squeak there, a giggle when you least expected it. It was slow and sensual but most of all it was loving. When Rose was naked she took Lilly in her arms. "Are you sure Lilly?" Rose whispered in her ear. "Yes." Lilly said nervously as she turned to look at me. Lilly looked over her sister's shoulder and winked at me. "We'll start, Parker can watch for now. Ok" "Uh huh." Rose replied barely audible. It was like Lilly was in charge now. All this time I thought Rose was the dominate one. But here with me I could feel a shift of authority. It was like I wasn't even there. The tenderness of the first kiss was nothing like either had shared with me. The way they crooked their necks, the sounds of wet lips on soft skin. The way their hair cascaded over their shoulders was intoxicating. Small delicate hands touched places I had touched but in a way I would never feel. Legs intertwined as they continued to stand. At one point it was almost looking at mirror images. "Hurry..." Rose whimpered. "Shhh... let him watch." Lilly teased. Rose turned her sister to face me at an angle, through strands of auburn hair Lilly's eyes were closed, she was lost to me. Rose gripped Lilly's breast tugging on her piercing. Lilly moaned. "Don't let him see you punish me." Her nipple was still pulled taunt when Rose playfully bit her sister's shoulder. "Please Rose." "Then take me." Rose growled. The two of them glided to the bed, Rose ripped off the covers and pulled Lilly on top. It was like a switch turned on and Rose took charge. Lilly pushed her sister's arms above her head and kissed her with force. Rose opened her legs, Lilly's thigh instinctively moved to cover her sister's twat. "Not like that!" Rose cried out. "Oh, we are a greedy bitch tonight aren't we?" Lilly hissed. "You want to be all juicy so he can fuck you?" "Yes Lilly, please?" Rose whimpered Lilly now back in charge. Lilly moved and straddled Rose facing her feet. She spanked Rose's pussy lightly. "Open those legs and show him!" Lilly barked. Rose spread wider, Lilly spanked her pussy so firmly I could hear her moan in response. "Open wide bitch!" Rose spread her legs, her pussy gaped open clearly excited in anticipation. Lilly looked up at me, she saw my hard cock then the longing I had to join them. She gave me that signature wicked smile then buried her face in Rose's pussy. If I touched myself I would have cum. Lilly looked up her face coated, it reminded me of the first time I saw them together, only this time there was only passion in those eyes. "Fuck me Parker, let the bitch watch you fill my pussy!" Lilly ordered me. I moved around the bed to the other side, Rose was glassy eyed and whimpering. She eagerly grabbed my cock and aimed it at her sister's cunt. Rose stroked it twice then guided me in. I groaned but held off cumming. Rose was fondling my balls with one hand and Lilly was fucking me out of rhythm. I'm not complaining mind you but the multiple stimulations took a minute to process. I was holding Lilly's hips, she was eating Rose's pussy, and now Rose was licking my balls between moans. Rose came first and hard. She cried out and lurched so high Lilly couldn't stay in contact. The bed shuddered, Lilly attacked her clit and Rose responded by closing her legs and twisted them to the side. "You'll pay for that bitch!" Lilly spanked Rose's exposed ass cheek. Rose retaliated and sucked Lilly's clit as I pulled back. The result was instantaneous for Lilly. She slammed back forcing Rose away and impaling herself on my cock. I grunted and Lilly protested but her orgasm was too far along to deny. Lilly moved from Rose turned on her back and offered me her pussy. It only took a second but in that second she let me know she needed me now. I dove between Lilly's legs driving deep in her cunt. "CUM!" Lilly yelled. She pulled at my back, her ankles hooked behind my thighs, her pussy was spread wide and bouncing up for my cock. Lilly held off as long as she could but her body was too drained to resist. "I love you!" I moaned slamming deep in her cunt, then let loose a torrent of cum. "Yes Parker, Yes!" Lilly uttered. "I do love you Parker." I did all I could to fill her pussy, she did all she could do to help. Like always she held me on top. "Kiss me Rose." Lilly pleaded. Rose moved to one side, I shifted to the other, Rose hovered over her sister. Again their kisses were tender. Without a word they communicated. I watched as they kissed and caressed each other. My cock twitched just inside the entrance of Lilly's pussy. She looked at me and smiled. "Rose's turn?" Lilly whispered. My cock surged again growing inside her. Rose looked at me, she saw the same thing Lilly felt. "You sure Lil?" Rose asked. Lilly giggled and just nodded. "As long as I can watch." "Of course baby." Rose cooed kissing her. "Slowly Parker, I want her to enjoy it." Lilly gave me permission to proceed. I moved behind Rose as she stayed face to face with Lilly at an angle. I slipped in her pussy and she let out a long soft moan. "He's so big isn't he?" Lilly giggled. The truth is I'm not. They were just that tight. "He's filling me up!" Rose hissed. "I know. Thank you Rose, I know...I mean how you feel about guys..." Lilly whispered. "Shhhhh... my love. Parker is worth it." Rose replied. "You do know I am right here?" I teased as I was slowly moving in and out of Rose from behind. "We know." Lilly giggled. "Don't stop until you make her cum." "You'd like that wouldn't you?" Rose kissed Lilly. "We both would." Lilly teased. Rose caressed Lilly's tummy her hand threatening to move lower. Lily reached up and tweaked Rose's nipples. I was lost in a kind of dream watching the two of them pamper each other. Their lips seldom separated. It was slow and gentle for over five minutes. Other than continuing to fuck Rose, I didn't need to be in the room. Then Rose did it, she slipped her hand over Lilly's mons and dipped her fingers in her snatch. Bringing the oily digits up Rose painted Lilly's nipple. Rose sucked it off with a loud slurping sound. "Not Yet!" Lilly whined. "Cum for me!" Rose said huskily. "You first!" Lilly giggled. "Fuck her Parker." "You're enjoying him stretching my pussy aren't you?" Rose moaned as I picked up the pace. Rose coated her fingers in Lilly's pussy and fed them to her sister. The second time they shared the bounty. From there it was groping, giggling and groaning. Lilly reach up and smack Rose's exposed ass cheek hard. "Cum in her!" Lilly arched her back as Rose was fingering her to an orgasm. Lilly returned the favor by reaching under and diddling Rose's clit. That was too much for me. I thrust deep and started to fill Rose's pussy. "Oh god he's cumming!" Rose announced just in case Lilly couldn't interpret my groans and mumblings of pure ecstasy. Rose arched her back, bucked against me, and started to shudder. I pressed hard into her trying to keep my cock from slipping out while she orgasmed. I felt Lilly's fingers still manipulating her clit. "No more you two!" Rose protested. Rose pulled loose from me and moved on top of her sister. Only then did I see Lilly had enjoyed a climax at some point. Pussy to pussy, tits to tits, lips to lips they embraced in what can only be described as the ultimate bond. Exhausted and spent I lay on my back across the bed. Lilly reached for me and took my hand and kissed the back of it. Words were not needed. Lilly moved up and rested her head on my stomach, I combed through her hair. Rose moved beside her and they were facing each other. They kissed gently both clearly happy. Propping my head on a pillow as they used my body as one, I looked on in disbelief. They never stopped caressing each other. Rose reached over her sister and picked up my limp cock and stroked it lazily. Lilly giggled. "Hey that ones' mine!" Lilly teased. Rose laughed. "I think we killed it?" Rose kissed Lilly's nose. "Thanks for sharing." "Anytime!" Lilly squealed. Lilly lifted her head looked at me and winked obviously happy. She rested her head and closed her eyes. The night had taken its toll on Lilly, she now looked tired. Rose moved her hand from my cock and tweaked Lilly's piercing. Lilly just smiled not even opening her eyes. "You ok Lil?" Rose whispered. "Please stay." Lilly opened the heavy lids covering her eyes half way. "We talked about this. I need to go...ok?" Rose caressed Lilly's cheek. "Please?" Lilly pleaded. "Goodnight love." Rose held firm. She moved in to kiss Lilly. I came to understand what was taking place. The kiss lasted less than I would have thought. With one last caress Rose sat up and turned to face me. She leaned in and kissed me passionately. Caressing my cheek she gazed in my eyes. I knew what she was thinking, I smiled and nodded. Rose moved from the bed, picked up her clothes, and went to the bathroom closing the bedroom door. Lilly and I just lay there looking at each other. Rose left the bathroom and headed down the stairs. We heard the door close and the car start up. "Hold me Parker." Lilly said a tear running down her cheek. We moved in the proper position on the bed. I spooned her and pulled the covers up. Lilly fell asleep as I ran the nights events through my mind. Smiling I snuggled closer and drifted off myself. "Parker!" Lilly shook me. "What?" I asked groggily. "Someone's breaking in the house." She whispered. "Go back to sleep it's only Daisy." I mumbled. "How do you know?" She still whispered. "Because anyone breaking in the house wouldn't make that much noise." I turned Lilly around and pulled her back against me. "Now just go back to sleep." I'll admit it was hard to do so. The old house announced her every move. When she came up the stairs I suddenly had a thought. What if she came in here? I could see the glow from the hall light under the door, I could feel the tension in Lilly's body. The bathroom fan came on there was the faint sound of Daisy 'tinkling' as it echoed off the tiled walls. She had obviously not closed the door. Lilly started to giggle. "The house burglar has to pee!" As if that wasn't bad enough Daisy started singing to herself. Unlike me she is outgoing in public and can be the center of attention. That said she can't sing for shit. "She's so bad it's funny." Lilly cracked up. "Yeah I know, I just don't have the heart to tell her." I teased. Lilly smacked my arm scolding me. The toilet flushed the sink started, then we heard her brushing her teeth still trying to sing. Lilly rolled over to face me. "Don't you just love her?" Lilly asked kissing me. "Usually, maybe not right now." I joked, Lilly smacked me again. We heard her go into her room now humming the song. At first I breathed a sigh of relief, then I saw the hall light was still on. I debated whether to go turn it off when she came out of her room. No longer humming the hall light went out, only the dim glow from the night light shown. She moved to in front of my door and hesitated. "Goodnight Parker." Daisy said quietly. I wasn't going to respond but Lilly nudged me. "Goodnight Daisy." I called out. "Goodnight Lilly." Daisy added. "Goodnight Daisy." Lilly laughed. Having all said our goodnight's I started to close my eyes but Daisy didn't move. Lilly lifted up to watch also. Lilly nudged me. "What is it Dee" I asked just wanting her to go away. "Can I have a kiss?" Daisy whimpered. Really? The first night Lilly is staying and you want to interrupt this special event? This couldn't be true? I knew I had no choice. "Just one kiss." I announced. Daisy opened the door. Oh shit! In the dim light it was clear she was wearing only panties. Her full tits bounced as she moved to the bed. She located me on the other side of Lilly. Instead of walking around she sat and leaned over Lilly. Her pendulous breasts rested over Lilly's. Daisy kissed me forcing her tongue past my defenses. She held it way too long, there was meaning in this kiss, I just wasn't sure what it was. She pulled up and gazed into my eyes. There was a sadness in hers. "Don't I get one?" Lilly giggled. Daisy held me in her gaze letting me know this wasn't over. "Sure Lil." Daisy kissed her with meaning. When it ended she looked back at me this time smiling. She left just as she came her ass swayed side to side. The door closed, then hers. "I love you!" Lilly squealed. "You really are special. That was so nice of you!" Lilly turned and settled back into me. Happily we all went to sleep. I wondered how Daisy knew she was there last night but Lilly had brought some clothes to wear. The suitcases were in the kitchen. In the morning Lilly had breakfast ready early, I dropped her off at work and went to the office. I picked her up and we went to the gym right after work. The whole time everyone watched us closely. I took my shower at the gym, Lilly always took hers at home. Daisy had started dinner, Lilly made some suggestions then went up to shower. "I'm sorry it was rude of me to barge in like that." Daisy apologized. 'We're good." I replied hoping to drop it. "With school over for a couple of weeks, I offered to spend the night with Rose. Is that ok?" Daisy asked. I was taken aback for two reasons. First Daisy has never shared her private encounters in the past. Second she never has asked permission, she's an adult, why should she? I was going to blow it off with a'sure' or 'whatever' but that seemed rude somehow. "You'll let me know when you get there?" I suggested. "I can send a text." Daisy smiled. "And in the morning on your way home." I followed up. "I promise." Daisy answered happily. "Well I better get my kiss goodnight now then." Daisy was pleasantly stunned at my suggestion. With permission granted she took full advantage of the situation and kissed me. Lilly came down, I had the table set and Daisy finished cooking. Daisy and Lilly cleaned up as I looked over the information I learned about their mother. I was so engrossed by what I learned I didn't even see Lilly approach. "You ok?" She asked. "Yeah." I replied putting the reports back in the folder. "Problems?" She asked studying me. "Just more questions." I shrugged hoping she would believe me. "Daisy leave?" "She did, asked me to give you this." Lilly sat on my lap and kissed me. "Come, we have something to do." I kissed her back. I stood up guiding her to her feet. Lilly followed me upstairs and I took her into each of the two spare rooms. I asked her to pick out a dresser she wanted and moved it into my room. Setting her suitcases on the bed I suggested she could unpack. Daisy sent a text she was at Rose's, I showed it to Lilly, so she knew Rose was not alone. Daisy and I shared a bathroom, mostly to keep from cleaning the other regularly. I moved my stuff into the other bathroom for now figuring the girls could use the closer one. When I checked in on Lilly the suitcases had not been emptied. She was sitting on the bed looking despondent. "You miss her?" I asked sitting beside Lilly. "You're not mad?" Her big brown eyes looked at me pleading for understanding. "I could take you home?" I suggested. "This isn't home?" Lilly looked up. "If you want it to be it is." I replied. "Come on, let's get ready for bed, I think we could both use a good night sleep." We turned in early and although Lilly seemed restless at first she eventually fell asleep. With Daisy checked in and Lilly sleeping I too drifted asleep. In the morning Lilly seemed a bit conflicted. She appeared happy to be around me but I caught her looking at the drive on several occasions to see if Rose would show up. I took her to work and headed off to my office. It was late in the morning when I received the news confirming my suspicions. I called Rose and set up an appointment in the afternoon. When she arrived Lenny ushered her into my office. "Parker!" Rose rushed up and embraced me. Lenny grinned as I wrapped my arms around her trembling body. He got the hint and left us alone. "What's the matter?" I asked as a small group of people started looking through the blinds. "I'm scared." Rose mumbled her head pressed into my suit coat. "About what?" I asked. I hadn't even told her what I found. "Lilly, Daisy and you!" She looked up to see my reaction. "Oh?" I gulped. I knew this was bad. Rose was a pillar of strength normally. She rarely allows anyone to see her vulnerable like this. I might be the only exception. With the blinds still open I decided to do something bold. I lowered my lips to hers. Rose reciprocated allowing me to kiss her in public. When our lips parted Rose looked up a bit shocked and yet happy. "I can't believe I let you do that! Do you know who I am?" Rose blushed then winked. Gathering her composure she gave me that wicked smile. "I thought this was going to be a business meeting?" "Yes, well..." I stammered. Rose captivated me with that smile as she took a seat. "Are they still staring?" Rose asked not looking. "Let them!" I boasted. She laughed as I sat down. The jocularity was short lived as I opened her folder and explained what I had found. Rose sat quietly as it all sunk in. Their mother was being advised badly and we were both concerned for her future. "It's that fucking Baxter." Rose said under her breath. "Rose I'm going to have to report this." I looked at her seriously. "How soon?" She asked understanding my meaning. "No later than the end of the week." I explained. "I'm just waiting for the final report to clear the lawyers." Rose stood extending her hand. The whole office was surely on high alert now. I stood and shook her hand. It was soft and gentle but still nervous. There was more she was not telling me. Lenny escorted her back to the elevators without any other show of affection much to the disappointment of the staff. When I got home Lilly and Daisy said they were going to the movies and Rose would have dinner at her house for me at seven, not before. I figured Rose had not talked to either of them about our meeting since they were in such good spirits. After kissing them each goodbye I took advantage of the time and went up and took a shower. Wearing jeans and a polo shirt I headed out. At seven the gate opened and Rose was waiting for me at the back door. Wearing just a men's white button down dress shirt I suspected this was not just going to be dinner. There was an uneasiness about her as she stood at the door waiting for me to approach. "Kiss me Parker!" There was a desperation in her demand. I obliged her picking her up in my arms. Rose put her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. This kiss was filled with too many emotions to count. "Take me to the den." Rose pleaded. "What about dinner?" I teased. "Later!" She replied her voice determined. I carried her down the hall turning into the room I found her and Lilly the first time. "Sit down." Rose released me from her clutches. I sat on a large overstuffed leather couch. Rose jumped on my lap facing me forcing her lips to mine. "I need to do something Parker. Please don't stop me." Rose gazed in my eyes. Without a word I nodded. Rose smiled then slid down the front of me. Taking a pillow she knelt in front of me unbuttoning my jeans. It was all I could do not to break my promise. It was like we had all the time in the world. It was less than ten seconds before she had her lips wrapped around my cock but took more than five minutes to get my pants free. Wearing just my shirt I was slouched back letting Rose pleasure me. At one point I closed my eyes and imagined this is what it felt like for Lilly. Rose caressed, licked and kissed every inch of my cock and balls. Every touch was delicate, each stroke having purpose. "Am I doing it right?" She teased. I opened my eyes knowing she had been studying my expressions. She too was happy keeping me on the edge of cumming. "Well you're not doing it wrong!" I moaned. Rose leaned back and unbuttoned the shirt. It looked oddly familiar. "Hey, that looks like one of mine!" I quipped. "It is." She giggled. Rose pulled it off and tossed it to the side. "Now yours" I tugged my polo shirt over my head. Rose's lips encompassed my cock sending shivers down my back. Her long hair tussled about her brown eyes focused on the pleasure in mine. When I moaned she pulled off and spread my legs wider. Rose put my cock between her tits and squeezed them together. Her small tits were just not made for this but I wasn't going to tell her. Her hard nipples and the pink piercing rubbed along my shaft feeling exquisite just the same. She was looking up at me, that wicked smile crossed her face. "I bet you wish Daisy was the one doing this right now!" Rose suggested. "No!" I protested, but my cock surged exposing my lie. "Yes we do! We both want her don't we Parker?" Rose hissed. "Even Lilly loves her!" My cock surged again, I was going to cum. "Please no!" I protested. "Don't you dare come on these little titties. Save that for Daisy's big tits!" Rose insisted. "I want you to fill my mouth!" All it took was a gentle hand on her head and Rose took my cock back in her mouth. This was all too much, within seconds I was granting Rose her wish. I filled her mouth as her hand caressed my balls to give up their treasure. Rose sucked and slurped. She coughed a little bit but when she looked up from my drained appendix not a drip was to be found. Rose was beaming with pride. She opened her mouth to show me it was on the way to her belly. I pulled her up and straddling me once again I parted Rose's hair from her face. "Why?" I asked. "Surely you know?" Rose replied searching my eyes for the truth. "But Lilly?" I asked confused. "She knows, so does Daisy." Rose embraced me whispering. "I'm not sure
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I understand." I replied. "Parker I need you to make love to me, then we can talk." Rose pulled back letting me see her vulnerability again. "Here?" I asked looking at the sparse surroundings. "Take me up to bed then!" Rose giggled. She held on as I got my legs under me picking her up with me. It was no easy feat carrying her through the house and up a flight of stairs. But all those hours at the gym were finally paying off. She led me to the room, the lights out and candles lit. The minute I set her on the bed she pulled me on top. Our lips never parted until my cock pushed past her opening. "I never thought I would like that!" Rose moaned. "Please go slow." I was propped up on my elbows, my back arched. Her lips pursed whimpering with each breath matching my thrusts. There was a happiness in her expression but sadness in her eyes. I searched for what I was missing, but Rose was too accomplished to allow me to see it yet. "Faster Parker." Rose moaned. I started to fuck her faster, Rose smiled when I reached the point she wanted. Looking up at me Rose let me know how happy she was. Closing her eyes her smile widened. "MmmmmmM..." Rose murmured as her hands gripped my biceps. "Lilly is lucky woman." It was an odd statement but I thought little of it as her hand moved down my arm and tugged it. Rose never opened her eyes but she guided my one hand to her bum. I had to shift to balance myself but when I did she lifted her ass slightly for my hand. It took me a moment to get the hint but I slipped my hand under her ass. Rose moaned louder when I gripped it and pulled her up hard against my pelvis. My cock drove deeper to an even louder whimper. I could sense her body stiffen, her breathing became more pronounced. I watched her stomach tighten, her titties wiggled the nipples stiff and excited. Rose opened her eyes and looked at me. She wiggled her ass in my hand. "Please Parker?" She cooed. If it weren't for her wicked smile I probably would have missed it. "You sure?" I warned her. "MmmmmmmM..." She nodded slightly and closed her eyes. Moving my other arm I supported my upper body with my head and neck. Reaching down I spread her ass cheeks. Rose groaned pushing up with her legs. I pulled my cock out and dragged it between her cheeks pressing it in with my fingers. "Hurry Parker!" Rose cried out the first small tremble flashed through her body. I pulled back and lined my cock back at her cunt. "Are you sure?" I asked again. "Oh yes! Now do it!" Rose pushed her asshole against my middle finger. I rimmed her brown star making sure it was good and greasy. Pushing slightly Rose's ass resisted at first then relaxed just a bit. "Fuck me!" She yelled in desperation. I rammed my cock deep in her greedy cunt. "YESSSS" She squealed. "NOW!" Rose's first command was immediately followed by the next. I slipped my middle finger into the first knuckle. The results were instantaneous. Her ass pushed back then jerked up smacking our pelvises hard against each other. "Cum in me!... Love me Parker!" Rose struggled to speak and fuck at the same time. I could feel my cock in her pussy through the thin membrane separating it from my finger. Rose pushed back harder, my finger went deeper. I could feel the surge as my cock started spewing cum deep in her cunt. We were like two animals rutting. I wrapped one arm underneath Rose and pulled her tight against me. My finger slipped out and I thrust in one last time pinning her ass hard to the bed. Then it all went silent. In its place was the feeling of Rose jerking beneath me. I propped myself up knowing this was a different kind of emotion. Looking down she was crying. I moved to the side facing her. "What's wrong?" I whispered stroking her hair and caressing her cheek. Rose never answered instead embracing me as her tears continued to flow. It was some time before she regained her composure. Rose kissed me then stood up inviting me to follow her. Even in the shower we did not talk. Drying off she led me back to bed and snuggled up tight. "Parker I'm leaving." Rose whispered facing away from me. My arm was draped over her waist. "Leaving for how long?" I asked. "I'm not sure." Rose replied. "Lilly needs you Parker. My mom needs me." Rose intertwined her fingers through mine. "Lilly will want to go with you." I suggested. "We can't let her Parker. We will need to be strong." "What will you tell Daisy?" I asked with a lump in my throat. Rose rolled to face me. She searched my eyes like I searched hers. "She's taken in with you Parker." Rose informed me. "Daisy wants to be more than your sister." There it was said, as much as I didn't want it to be true, it was. The funny thing is, I guess I always knew. Even when we were younger I knew we shared something different than most siblings. It has never been sexual, more of an emotional attraction. I knew about her ever changing relationships but she kept her sex life private. Only recently has Daisy pursued a physical connection with me as well. "I know." I replied. "I'm not sure how long I can keep that from happening." "I thought the same about Lilly." Rose responded. "I always thought one day we would go our separate ways. I'm not sure that's possible now." "Is that why you're leaving? To find out?" I asked worriedly. "Maybe a little. Our mother needs me right now. I must go." Rose said with conviction. "You must keep Lilly here." "I can try, but you know I can't make her stay." I warned Rose. "About Daisy, when are you going to tell her?" "I was hoping you would?" Rose looked up at me tears rolling over her cheeks again. "No, Rose, you can't ask me to do that." I protested. "You need to tell her." "But I care for her. She is so much like you, so much like Lilly." Rose wept. "Then stay." I argued. "But don't you see Parker I can't!" Rose wept even louder. "Why? Because of your mother? Go home and fix that and come back." I suggested. "Don't you get it stupid?" Rose started pushing away. I held her tight as she fought to get away. "Don't I get what?" "You Parker! You!" Rose screamed. Only with super human strength did I keep her from bolting. "I'm in love with you!" Rose blurted out. "But surely not in THAT way?" I argued. I was completely dumbfounded now. "That's the problem you asshole! I don't know?" Rose jumped on top of me pressing her lips to mine. Still naked Rose smothered my body with hers kissing me like we had never kissed before. She was desperate for me to understand what she just said. I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her tight. "It wasn't supposed to happen like that." Rose whispered her head resting on my chest. "You were for Lilly. I don't even like guys. I think penises are repulsive" What was I going to say? I am pretty sure she just told me I wasn't her type and she hated the one thing that made me that type. Just then she reached down and fondled my flaccid cock. "But you...you Parker...you're different. Lilly see's it." Rose looked up at me. "Daisy see's it too." I pulled her up and kissed her. Rose closed her eyes and let me make love to her lips. When we parted I kissed her forehead letting her know I understood. Rose moved at a slight angle resting her back against me. With my forearm over her shoulder I caressed her tits as Rose stroked my cock lazily. We lay there not saying a word. I was deep in thought, Rose seemed to be just enjoying being held. "I'll tell Daisy." I whispered. Rose looked over her shoulder at me. "I love you Parker." "I love you Rose." She smiled at me and then nestled back deep in my arm. Within moments she was asleep. I let her sleep for quite some time before I wiggled free. I used the bathroom and came back to get dressed. I was just finishing up when she opened her eyes. "My flight leaves at noon Friday." Rose replied. "And Daisy?" I asked. "After I'm gone?" "Maybe I can take them up to see my folks for the weekend?" I suggested. "That would be nice." Rose replied with a pained smile. I started to move in her direction, she put up her hand stopping me. "You better go, they may be home soon." She was crying again. I hesitated contemplating if I should ignore her request but decided not to make it worse. "Good night Rose. I love you." I said then turned to leave. She didn't reply her emotions getting the best of her. I heard her crying as I left. In the car it was all I could do not to go back and hold her. Daisy and Lilly were in the kitchen when I walked in. From all appearances they too had just gotten home. "How was the movie?" I asked. Daisy and Lilly excitedly told me all about it. I was in my room waiting for Lilly to finish in the bathroom. She and Daisy were in there still bubbling over about the movie. When Lilly came in and lay beside me I turned out the light. Turning over I gave her a kiss goodnight. "You went to see Rose?" Lilly stated more than questioned. "I did." I replied. Lilly sat up and turned the light on her side of the bed. "Did she tell you she's in love with you too?" Lilly asked watching my every emotion. "We may have had conversations along those lines." I answered being purposely vague. "Are you in love with her?" Lilly challenged me. "I'm in love with you!" I protested. "You didn't answer my question." Lilly stubbornly held her position. "We may have had conversations along those lines." I answered. "What about Daisy?" Lilly had me cornered and was coming in for the kill. "Did she tell you Daisy is in love with you?" "We may have had conversations along those lines too." I acknowledged. Lilly sat back for a minute. She seemed deep in thought. She looked at me and then Daisy's room. "Parker please take me to the house. I need to be with her." Lilly jumped up from the bed. "Can't we just send Daisy?" I suggested. "Not this time." Lilly insisted. It was a quiet ride back to the house. Lilly opened the gate and I drove around back. I opened her car door and walked Lilly to the house. "Parker I think I should go in alone." Lilly said. With that she pulled me down for a kiss. It was a long kiss, too long. "You are a wonderful man Parker, I really do love you." Lilly opened the back door, and with one last look she was gone. It was a long lonely drive back home. I have made drives of these types in the past. At first there is optimism, then disbelief, but in the end there is always disappointment. Daisy was waiting for me when I arrived back in my room. "Is everything ok?" She asked. "Some issues with their mom. Lilly wanted to be with Rose." I stayed upbeat. "Should I be worried?" Daisy fought back tears. "They're sisters, Lilly just wanted to be there for Rose." I kissed her forehead. "Come on lets go to bed." I pulled Daisy into my room and led her to the bed. I slipped in beside her and gave her a passionate kiss goodnight. When we separated she looked in my eyes. "You're not going to tell me are you?" Daisy asked. "What?" I asked trying to throw her off. "You've never offered before Parker, you're trying to hide something." Daisy accused me. She was right and we both knew it, she also knew I wasn't going to tell her now. I was just trying to be optimistic. Reluctantly she turned and went to sleep. Thursday morning I woke beside Daisy to the strong smell of coffee brewing. Daisy's breast was falling out of her top as she snuggled against me. Her fat nipple and large areola clearly exposed. I looked up and there she stood. Lilly was standing at the door just watching. "I have to go in early." She whispered. Turning out the door I got up from bed letting Daisy sleep. I met Lilly in the kitchen, breakfast was already started. "I missed you last night" I said wrapping my hands around her waist from behind and kissing her neck. "It looked like you had your hands full if you asked me." Lilly teased pulling my hands up to her small tits. "That's not funny." I complained. "Come eat!" Lilly turned to kiss me. When I arrived at work I was concerned but happy. My appointment cancelled in the afternoon. First I called mom about the weekend, then I took the opportunity to go shopping. I had never purchased an engagement ring before, I'll admit the prices were a bit overwhelming. I remember my dad and how he complained that he wished he would have bought a nicer ring for my mom. He had spent more on cars and they never lasted as long or gave him as much pleasure. When I left I think the sales lady thought I was nuts. I called Lilly and asked her out to dinner tonight. When I came out of the shower I headed to my room. I put on dress slacks and a nice shirt with a blazer. Lilly still had not unpacked her suitcases but I noticed a bag with dresses hanging from the hook on the door. Lilly was in the other bathroom so I went down and waited for her in the living room. Daisy came in the back door and took one look at me. "What's the occasion?" She snickered. "Lilly and I are going out for dinner." I boasted. "Well I'm glad I caught you. Rose and I are going out too." Daisy beamed. Her eyes were filled happiness, how could I take that away? Then it dawned on me that the next day Rose would be leaving. I was so conflicted at that moment, how could let her go without warning her? "Daisy there is something we need to talk about..." "I'm ready!" Lilly called out from behind me. "Lilly you are beautiful!" Daisy squealed running to her. I turned and looked at the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on. Lilly was perfect. It was a classic black dress that fit her to a tee. Not too dressy but not too conservative. The neckline was just daring enough, the hem just high enough. Her hair settled over her shoulders in gentle waves. Just a touch of makeup and jewelry. Daisy reached her and took her hands. She swirled Lilly around and then squealed as she embraced her. Daisy was so happy! Lilly looked at me over Daisy's shoulder. I could see the sadness in her eyes. At that moment, I knew, Rose had told her. She shook her head slowly warning me not to tell Daisy. Daisy walked Lilly over to me, we both forced a smile. I leaned over and kissed Lilly telling her how beautiful she was. "What did you want to talk to me about"? Daisy asked. I looked at Lilly, she glared back at me. "Rose told me she was going home for a few days..." Lilly's gaze intensified as she warned me again. "I talked to mom and suggested I bring you and Lilly home for the weekend." "Parker that's a great idea!" Daisy squealed. "Oh, Lilly you have to come!" Daisy turned to face Lilly. "You can meet my grandmother...you will absolutely love her!" Lilly was surprised to say the least. Thinking I was going to ruin the night for Daisy she instead found herself in a position of being on the spot. "I thought we could leave tomorrow after work." I looked the two of them. "Lilly would you like to come?" "I would, can we talk about it later?" She gave me that wicked smile. "You run along Daisy I'll see you tomorrow." I winked at my sister. She gave us both a big kiss and ran upstairs. Taking Lilly's hand I led her to the car. "I'm sorry about that, I should have trusted you." Lilly said as I held the door open for her. "Not tonight Lilly, there will be time to talk about that tomorrow." I suggested. I leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. "I do love you Parker." Lilly smiled taking her seat. I had fondled the ring in my pocket off and on through most of the dinner looking for the right time to pop the question. We were sitting in the booth beside each other. The conversation was light and engaging. We knew about each other personally and professionally but we had never talked much about family other than Rose or Daisy. Lilly asked about our parents and grandmother. I told her about our older brother, and the time I spent with my grandfather before he passed. Lilly talked about the grandparents on her mother's side she doesn't remember, and Tori the aunt her mother lives with. She told me how her father left so many years ago, his parents they have not seen since. "Then there is my mother." Lilly turned to look at me. "Parker she is crazy." "So I've been told." I laughed. Lilly didn't respond the same way. She became suddenly quiet. Her mood became more serious. "Parker there's a reason we have never gotten this far before." Lilly looked at me scared. "I know why we're here, at least I think I do." I had never seen her more beautiful, more outgoing, and more witty. I pulled out the ring and showed it to her. "Oh Parker! It's beautiful!" Lilly started to tear up. She covered it with her hands. "I can't take it yet my love. I want to, I really do. But there is something I have to take care of first." Lilly took my hands and brushed a tear from her cheek with the back of one then kissed it. "What's next?" I asked feeling helpless. "You're going to take me home and make love to me all night." Lilly looked up at me with a hopeful smile. I was in disbelief. Not a good sign. "Then what?" I dared to ask. "I will be going with Rose to confront our mother." Lilly answered. "I see." I replied all but defeated. Lilly took my chin and lifted it up. "Take me home now Parker." Lilly kissed me. "Tomorrow you will know what to do. I trust you my love." I paid the bill and we headed straight home. We no more than made it in the door when Lilly jumped in my arms. We kissed as we made our way to the steps. She clung tight as I carried her up to my bedroom. I was in no rush to get undressed, remembering how Lilly and Rose savored every moment together. We even took our time making way to the bed. All the yesterdays and tomorrows were forgotten, only now was important. I kissed Lilly along her body, she wiggled as I nibbled her shoulder. I passed her tits and made her way to her belly button. Lilly squeaked in delight as I kissed her there. Lifting a leg I kissed along the back of her calf. "No more I need you in me!" Lilly pleaded. She lay back giving herself to me. I moved on top and she guided me to her fill her desire. Her arms draped over my shoulders her eyes closed a deep moan escaped her lips. 'Mmmmmmmmm" This was a night we made love like no other. Yes I was still on top, yes Lilly wanted me there, and yes it was predictable. But there was also fear, the uncertainty of our future, Roses' future, Daisy's future. Each thrust seemed to have a special meaning. I was trying to reassure Lilly, she was hoping to be reassured. "Harder Parker!" Lilly grunted. "Show me!" I groaned and slammed in forcefully. "Harder Parker!" Lilly raked my back with her fingernails. "AARRRGGGHHHHH!' I cried out. I slammed in again. "Harder you bastard!" Lilly groaned. She raked my back again this time her nails dug in harder. I plowed in so deep her whole body shifted. "Again! Punish me!" Lilly yelled. "No!" I protested "Then fill me with your love!" Lilly hissed. Her body tensed up on my first thrust, she moaned and pulled herself tight against my chest. I responded by lifting her ass and fucking her faster using her cunt to relieve the pressure in my balls. Lilly squealed as her sloshing pussy was pounded by my cock. The sound filled the room drowned out only by her cries of pleasure. I was covered in perspiration, Lilly glistened as I rolled to the side neither one of us having the strength to move. I caressed her stomach then teased her nipple with the piercing. Lilly reached over and took my flaccid cock and stroked it just like Rose would. We laid there each afraid to speak. "Are you coming back?" I finally gave in. Lilly moved on top of me locking onto my eyes. "Parker, Rose is more than my sister..." Lilly replied "...she's part of me. I can't come back without her." "I know." I reached up and combed her hair from the side of her face to around the back of her neck. Thoroughly exhausted Lilly laid her head down and fell asleep. The third part fell in place. I was devastated. To be continued...
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Hell, I was sweating. The steering wheel was almost unbearable to the touch; the cab of my truck was like an overheated sauna. Even though the single lane highway had a few gentle curves I was definitely feeling that mind numbing ache you get watching the grey tarmac edged with worn yellow line snaking past you. Scrub bordered the roadside, occasionally broken by a hesitant treeline. A green sign loomed up ahead. "Welcome to Alabama, The Beautiful." it proudly announced. I began to look for a truckstop. There was a sense of unreality seeping into my mind. Three months ago I was in my home country driving up and down the M1 motorway in England in the cold and wet, now I was sitting high up in a Kenworth rig. In the heat and glaring sunshine. And feeling more than a tad bored! I had listened in to the CB with interest and amusement, but now that had gone quiet. And even the sexual fantasies that had occupied my mind were fading, although the vibes through the seat had kept my erection moderately active! As I rounded a curve in the road I could see ahead of me what looked like a gap in the shoulder where I could pull in and rest. As I slowed and parked up I noticed a track leading from the shoulder through a gap in the bushes to where a cluster of tin roofs showed over the leafy tops. Perhaps I could get some refreshment there. The air line hissed as I engaged the parking brake, and taking the keys I climbed stiffly out from the cab. By the time I reached a sort of clearing I was feeling a bit cooler as a breeze from the trees wafted round me. I could smell cooking ahead, and my mouth watered. I walked into the clearing and looked around. There was a huddle of rough concrete, one storey buildings scattered any old way around the open space, A few black kids were tossing an old basketball up into a rusty hoop fastened to the wall of one of the shacks. They stopped playing, one by one, as they realised a total stranger had walked in on them. A WHITE stranger! The sudden silence alerted the occupants of the shacks there was something happening. Here and there a face appeared at the glassless windows, and from some of the doors people came out and stared at me. They were all black, and I realised I was an Englishmen in Alabama! I began to feel a bit scared at the way they looked at me. Not overly hostile, but sure not friendly either. Just as though a film of gauze had appeared between us. I looked around to see if I could run back to my truck. "What you want?" (There's no way I can write their speech as spoken, so I will just put it standard English. You can add the accent yourself!) The voice, not loud, but with a husky, velvety tone, came from a woman, probably in her fifties, who had appeared from the biggest shack. I looked at her, trying to keep my voice and stance calm. "Just looking for something to drink, maybe," I answered. She just looked at me for what seemed like an age, probably less than half a minute in truth. "You're in luck," the woman said, "sit down on that chair an' I'll get a drink for you. It'll cost you." "Thanks," was all I could think to say right then. She disappeared back into her shack, and returned a minute later with a bottle of Coke. I put the bottle to my lips and steadily drank it down. Hell, that felt better! Handing the empty bottle back, I put my hand into my jeans pocket for the few dollars I kept there. "No money, man, no money," she said, "just a little job you can do." For some reason, the surrounding folk found this immensely funny. "Sure," I answered, but a twinge of worry returned at their laughter. I hardly noticed that some of the men were now standing around in a way that blocked my route back to the truck. The woman turned to a boy next to her. "Go tell Velma we've one here wants to try to settle a little debt." The boy ran into the house and came back with a woman. I couldn't help staring a bit. Black, like all the others, she was about 30 years old, six foot tall, wearing a T-shirt and shorts that looked like they had originally been bought small, and shrunk in the wash... Her largish, slightly saggy tits and big nipples had moulded themselves to the cotton material, and the crotch of the shorts accentuated the lips of her fanny and the crack between. Even sideways on I could see she had a high round ass, sticking well out. Her feet were bare, her hair tied round her head in coiled dreadlocks. She wasn't what you could call fat, but definitely big all round. She might have been just a normal, fat butt woman you would look at, and then forget. Except the mouth was surrounded by plump lips that were caked in a thick layer of bright red lipstick. Against the shiny black of her rounded face the effect was almost clown-like! Somehow, instead of laughing I found her appearance slightly frightening. "This is my girl, Velma," the older woman said. "She always wanted to be fucked by a white man. And now you come here." Well, that put it on the line, straight and narrow. I really didn't know what to say. You couldn't write a story like this. Except this was no made-up porno script, I was actually in this unbelievable situation. My silence, from surprise and shock, really, angered the mother. And threatening sounds came from the surrounding group. "You don't want my girl?" There was a direct threat in the tone. "I, I was just surprised," I managed to get out, sure, she's a good looking girl." The girl's bright red lips opened in a happy smile. The thought came to me that this girl wasn't completely right in the head. But my answer seemed to calm the situation some. Velma turned round, almost with a skipping movement and almost danced back into the house, tits bouncing wildly, and her ass cheeks trying to burst out of those over-tight shorts. Mother grasped my wrist and pulled me with her, up the broken steps into the smelly dimness of the shack. I admit I was worried. Things being what they were, I was secretly terrified I wouldn't be able to get hard. Then, what would the consequences be? Her mother let go my wrist, dropped back a little and shoved me powerfully into the room. As my eyesight cleared, I could see Velma standing in front of me, her back towards me, but her face twisting over her shoulder. In the gloom, the garish red mouth was not so glaring. Even so, I could see a huge smile on he face as she struggled to force those shorts over the bulbous ass cheeks and down her legs. AS she dragged her foot out of the shorts, the movement caused her big black ass to rise even higher, and as she spread her legs I could clearly see the prominent pubic mound protruding downwards. A slight pink gap opened between her fanny lips, and despite my concern I felt my cock start to come to life. Well, when I see a huge, naked black ass pointing at me, and an opening fanny, nature just takes over! As Velma wriggled her hips, setting her ass cheeks swaying, my cock decided it was ready for action. The tingling sensation along the artery, till my glans felt almost painfully tender, assured me that I could perform. Truth be told, by now I was so hot, I had almost forgotten anyone else was within a mile of us! "It aint the biggest I seen, no way, but it'll do." I hadn't realised Mom was still there, and I began to say something. "I wanna make sure my girl gets what is promised," she threatened. I shrugged my shoulders. I'd never performed in public before, this was a new experience. Anyway, the whole thing was so unreal, it didn't matter. I didn't even resent the fact that Mom was less than impressed by my average thick 7-incher. If what they say about black men is true, her comment was probably right anyhow. I pulled at the waistband of my jeans and shorts and slipped them down just far enough for my cock to rise up and out. "If Velma is ready, so am I," I assured her mother. I moved forward, my cock slightly swinging as I did so. I let my cock head slide between Velma's crotch, to judge exactly where her hole would be ready for the tip of my aching hard-on. I felt the coarse pubic hairs rasp against to top length of my shaft as I pulled slowly backwards, sensing the coating of wetness... Putting one hand underneath my pole, I raised it just enough to feel the hot wetness between Velma's crack against my cock-end. I started to push. She surely was no virgin, but from the resistance I got, it was obvious Velma hadn't had anything through there for some time. With a slight jerk, my cock-end broke through the resistances and wormed its way through the firm, hot and wet ripples of her cunt. I got about five inches inside before those large, round ass cheeks smacked against my belly. I bent my knees slightly forward and my back to the rear. Her ass being so high, I could now move further in, and so I did, until my balls jammed against her now swollen clit. She jumped at that, then gave that girlish giggle and wriggled her ass. The weight of those cheeks squashed against my thighs as I held myself inside her strongly. Truthfully, I could happily have stayed in that position for far longer, the multiple sensations of squeezing my cock in her cunt, and her ass squashing against my thighs, well, I got to admit I was enjoying myself! Still I had a job to do! So I got on with it. Slowly at first, speeding up a little at a time, I pumped in and out of Velma's cunt, my cock almost coming out each time. From the frequent giggles and little wriggles, I could tell that Velma was enjoying having her fantasy realised. But, although I was beginning to get tired, Velma showed no sign of coming to orgasm. The long drive, the heat and my exertions were telling on me, and I had now been pumping her for a good fifteen minutes. Without intending it, I stretched my legs rigid so much I was on tiptoe and in so doing forced her ass cheeks even higher. Luckily, I was fully inside her at the time, so my enforced short strokes kept us pretty much in position. I guess the new position forced her clit downwards in almost constant contact with my balls. At any rate, to my relief, the giggles were changing into little whimpers, and her wriggled changed into attempts to hump back and forward against me. I struggled to stay in that position, short, fast hammer strokes that barely moved an inch in or out. Velma's arms were flailing around d, and I caught her hands, dragging her arms back wards. Now, the only movement was what play allowed by her fleshy ass cheeks. My cock was screaming for release and I could hold myself no longer. My cum forced its way out and I thought my cock was going to explode with the red-hot sensation. Despite the heat in that little room, shudders racked me, my eyes were screened shut in near agony and I yelled out in climax. Dimly, through the roaring in my ears I vaguely heard Velma screeching as she, too hit her orgasm. Even as my climax subsided I felt the sheer agony at the tip of my cock as her cunt muscles, and the downward spasm of her cervix screwed against that ultra sensitive end of my poor meat. I released some of the pressure I was holding her arms with and managed to pull fractionally away from that cruel cervix. We stayed in that position, still tightly held together until the pain that has racked my whole body once again resolved into pleasure. My shirt was soaking wet with my sweat, and the thin cotton T-shirt Velma was wearing turned almost transparent with her exertions. I let go of her arms and pulled right out of her. I staggered back, and dropped into a rickety old chair nearby. Velma sank to her knees, our mixed juices trickling down her ample thighs, glistening a little as a ray of light from the window caught her figure. "Fuck me, you done good," came a voice from the doorway. Looking round I saw Mom there with what passed for a smile on her face, as she massaged her own clit through the dress. "Thanks," I gasped, still trying to catch my breath. "Don't suppose you got any left fer me," she continued, then laughed at the shocked expression on my face. "OK, have a drink." I don't know what was in the tin cup she gave me, but it sure hit the right spot. I coughed and gasped as the alcohol bit home. I felt myself coming to myself. After a minute or two I pulled myself together enough to drag my jeans and short back up over my sagging cock, and stood up. "I've really got to be moving on," I said, in a questioning voice. "Go, man, an if you're this way again be sure to look us up." I grinned, and nodded my head as I went out into the glorious sun shine. It took a good few minutes to get through the crowd of folks all gathered in that clearing, everyone actually wanted to slap my back, or even shake me by the hand. I felt like a TV star with his adoring public. I laughed inwardly at the thought. Well, it had been a very public performance! Made it back to my Kenworth, and climbed up, with some difficulty as my legs were still a tad wobbly. I set off, fairly slow, which was lucky I did. A couple of hundred yards down the road, just round a curve in the road, I nearly hit a woman standing in the road. I hit the brakes, coming to a stop a few feet away from the woman. She had put her hands up to face, but as she took them down I saw with surprise it was Velma! Couldn't not recognise that wide red painted mouth. I looked out of the cab window. Velma looked back up at me. "I wan to come with you," she pleaded. "I got some clean clothes here in this bag." My first instinct was to refuse of course, as gently as I could. The red lips quivered slightly, and the pathetic look in her black eyes affected me. Sympathy, mixed with some carnality changed my mind. After all, she was an adult in years, so why not? Especially as I several long nights to sleep out before I dropped my load. And I had to come back this way. I reached over and opened the passenger door. She struggled, but managed to climb up and shut the door. She settled into the seat and looked round at me with a massive smile on her face. I still wasn't sure about her state of mind, but as I'd fucked her already, what was a few more times? There's not much more to tell, although it had a funny happening. For the rest of the trip she would climb over into the bunk behind us every night when I pulled over, strip off her T-shirt and shorts, lay back and enjoy a good fucking until we both fell asleep. I did drive back that way, and dropped her off exactly where I picked her up. What her Mom would do I never found out, but I reckon she would just be glad her odd daughter had had an experience to keep her child-like mind happy as she drifted back into her own little fantasy world. And the funny incident? Well, I was only one day out from the village when a cop car siren screamed behind me. Turned out Velma's Mom had finally worked out what her daughter had done and called the cops. Velma stuck her head out the window. "You OK?" asked the officer, with his hand on his gun. It hadn't really been necessary to wait for an answer, the sheer excitement on Velma's face told its own story. The cop looked at Velma, then at me, and back at Velma again. Surprise at her odd appearance, and something like amusement as he looked at me flashed across his features, then he grinned, holstered his piece, and walked back to the car. I guess he thought either, or both of us were crazy, but what the hell? None of his business. I spent another six months in the States before returning home to the UK, with a fair wad of dollars to my name. I never told this story to anyone here, who would believe me. But it had been an interesting trip. CHAPTER 1 Cindy is a stunning oriental girl with a body that is nothing short of magnificent. She is petite, with shapely legs, a beautiful ass and mouthwatering tits. She lay on her bed, her smooth, firm legs raised over her head and tied to either end of the headboard. I ran my fingers down the inside of her sensitive thigh until they reached her fully exposed pussy. Her body shook as I began to tease her most intimate flesh. Actually, Cindy liked being tied up and abused. She wasn't really into pain but she did like to be controlled. She was also a willing agent to find sweet, young women to satisfy my desires. She even enjoyed dominating them when the opportunity allowed. We'd had many a long and mutually satisfying session together. I lowered my mouth into her soft, dark bush and began to tease her open pussy. Cindy's body began to shake as my tongue flicked across her sensitive clit. I felt her hands grasp at my head in an effort to guide me to her most responsive flesh. Cum just oozed out of her love hole as I probed deeper and deeper with my tongue. Shifting positions, I raised myself up and let my ramrod brush against Cindy's soft, brown curls. Her eyes riveted on my shaft as I began to tease her open pussy with my cockhead. She moaned and purred, trying to position her juicy quim onto my cock. I kept just out of reach, driving her crazy. "Now, what was that bit of interesting information you said you had for me?" I teased as my cock slid briefly between the folds of her oozing pussy. "You ask me that now?" she screamed. "Sure, how else do I know that you'll tell me?" I laughed. "Oooo!" she screamed. "You know damn well I will, and if not, you know other ways to get me to talk." she hissed. "Now fuck me damn it!" "You asked for it." I teased and, dropping down hard onto her luscious, young body I filled her seething pussy to the hilt with one thrust. Cindy gasped as her eyes bolted open. I began to gently rock in and out of her sweet pussy as her talented, inner muscles massaged my shaft. I reached over her to the headboard and bracing myself, began to fuck this oriental beauty with deep, penetrating thrusts. Her huge, creamy breasts rolled on her chest and her dark nipples got even harder, if that were possible. Cindy's head rolled from side to side as her body gushed with cum. I increased the rhythm and really pounded into her warm, wet flesh. The young beauty gasped and groaned with every penetration as her face was filled with lust. Feeling my own cum about to explode, I raised up off of my feet, bringing my full weight crashing down into her bubbling quim. I exploded deep inside the folds of her warm, wet pussy. I wasn't the only one cumming. I lowered myself onto Cindy's panting body and she wrapped her arms around me, kissing me deeply. "Now, what were you going to tell me?" I asked. "I'm not going to tell you." she teased. "Good." I said as I climbed off of her body. I sat down hard on her chest and my cock, covered with our cum, touched her chin. I knew that sucking cock was one of Cindy's favorite activities but she was never big on doing it when her own juices were involved. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her mouth to my sticky rod. "Suck or talk." I hissed. As she opened her mouth, I decided not to give her the option. I pressed my shaft between her soft lips as her eyes bolted open in surprise. Cindy tried to talk to me but she only succeeded in tickling my cum-covered cock. I gently pumped into her mouth until I felt her tongue begin to work my shaft. Was she ever a talented lover. When my shaft got so rigid it was hard to keep it in her mouth, I pulled back, letting it slip from between her soft lips. "I was going to tell you but you didn't let me." she grumbled. "Now I don't want to tell you at all." "Not a problem," I teased as I slid my hips forward and straddled her beautiful face. I slid my knees apart as my ass descended onto her face and lined up with her mouth. I looked down at her beautiful, dark eyes, framed by my thighs as my ass touched the satiny skin of her face. "Talk later, lick my ass now." I said as my crack straddled her mouth. Cindy never liked licking my ass, though she did like having her own licked. She refused to comply. Not surprising. "Lick mine or I'll fuck yours." I teased as I reached back between her thighs and ran my fingers lightly over her smooth asscheeks. As I pressed my finger into the crack of her ass, Cindy knew it was time to reconsider her previous statement. She looked up at my swollen shaft and though she didn't mind anal sex, she knew how painful it could be to be fucked that way with no foreplay to loosen her tight asshole. Usually I would lick her pussy and ass for a long time, slowly prodding her tight asshole with my fingers and tongue to gently open her up. She knew that if she didn't lick my ass now that she was going to walk funny for a few days. I felt her talented tongue slip between my cheeks and prod my tight asshole. This was by far one of the most exquisite sensation I have ever enjoyed. I let my bound and beautiful, young partner pleasure my ass as my cock once again began to harden. As she began to lick my ass, I eased my fingers from her own tight asshole and first caressed her oozing quim and then untwisted my body as I began to stroke her soft hair as she pleasured me. Looking up from between my thighs, Cindy could see my cock stiffen until it was ramrod hard. Her hands came up around my shaft and she began to stroke it as her talented tongue probed deep into my asshole. Exquisite. Raising my body slightly I looked down at her with a smile. Placing my hand back on her upturned and spread ass I smiled down at her as my finger ran over her very tight sphincter. "Well, do you tell me what I want to know or do I see how deep I can get into your tight, little ass with one thrust and then how many thrusts it takes to empty my balls into you?" I taunted her. She knew it was time to tell me what I wanted to know or she would feel my cock ram straight into her tight and dry asshole and she wasn't into that kind of pain. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you!" she gasped. I withdrew my hand from her ass. "Lisa Graham has been coming into the gym a lot lately. And I'm not positive, but I think that she and Suzanne, the tall blond you always comment about, are having a lesbian affair. But they do try to be discreet." she informed me. I smiled down at Cindy as I climbed off of her body. I sat beside her as I untied her legs and helped her to spread her body out on the bed. She stretched her lithe body and then felt my arms wrap around her as I pulled her close to me and turned her so she lay on her side with her back pressed against my chest. I caressed her fabulous breasts as my cock slid gently between her soft and very moist thighs. I held her close to me as her arms wrapped over mine as I held her. She clung to my body as I nibbled on her back and neck. Cindy felt fulfilled. She knew that she had given me important information and that I was pleased with her. "Is what I told you that important?" she asked, a bit taken by my reaction. "You have no idea." I answered as I kissed her and then sliding off of the bed, I lifted her up and carried her out to the hot tub on the deck. My mind was racing a mile a minute as we descended into the steaming water. Lisa Graham had been involved with a man named Jim Barnes and together they pulled off a bank heist that netted just under a half million dollars. They were never arrested because there wasn't enough evidence but they were the only ones who could have done it. I was a reporter at the time and covered the case. I remembered my interviews with them - together and separately. They were a bit of an odd couple. He was older and very quiet. You could see his mind working when you spoke to him. She was much younger, then about 18 years old and gorgeous. She was a tough cookie - wouldn't give an inch. I wasn't sure what the connection with Suzanne was, but it did bear further checking. I let my hands slide up Cindy's body to massage her firm breasts as I nibbled on the back of her neck. I pulled out my notes and reviewed all the details of the theft. It had been almost seven years since the heist and the statute of limitations was almost up. None of the money had ever been recovered and my best guess was, that Jim was smart enough to keep a low profile and live modestly, not spending any of it until the statute ran out. In checking around, I found out that he was still living with Lisa and living the quiet life of someone not wanting to be remembered. I still wasn't sure where Suzanne fit in. I began to trail her. Suzanne lived alone but she and Lisa would spend a lot of time together. Whenever they were alone, they seemed very close but when Jim was present that all stopped, except for a periodic eyeing they gave each other. Jim seemed to spend no time at all with Suzanne unless Lisa was there. A plan was formulating in my mind and I took some time to work it out. Basically, it called for having the three of them together and trying to get one of them to tell me where the money was hidden. I figured Suzanne didn't know but Lisa might talk to save her. If that failed, Jim might talk to save Lisa and lastly Jim was shrewd enough that he might have kept it from her. When Cindy came over, I explained my plan to her and her part in it. She was very excited. She had been around both of these women for some time at the spa where she worked and I knew that she had some fantasies about each of them. The spa is closed on Mondays and Sunday nights are usually pretty slow. Suzanne worked that night and Lisa was a Sunday night regular. We were set for the next Sunday. _To be continued...._ Please vote and send your comments. Quimmaster
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_Disclaimer: All is a work of fiction. All characters within this story are of legal age of consent. Thank you and Enjoy!_ * Eva Tunker made her way through the village of Kinter quickly. She was on an errand for her minder and it would not do for her to be delayed. Within a day, she would be of age and could finally inherit her father's property but until then she was under the guardianship of the mayor. Well technically but realistically she was under the guardian ship of the mayor's wife. Mrs. Needan was typical of the women of this village. They tended to be short and grew to be round. Eva was different. It was whispered that her mother had been a North woman who tend to be tall and blonde as Eva had become. Not short and mousy as the women here. Not that they could not be beautiful in their way, but this was yet another way that Eva stuck out in a society where it was best to fit in. Kinter was at the edge of the Blackwood Forest and was a pausing point on the highway that linked the larger cities of the kingdom. The locals made their living off of the travelers that passed through. They offered food and shelter. Kinter was considered a safe spot in the road. It was believed by travelers that beast men lived in the forest and would kill those foolish enough to venture into it. Those travelers were not entirely wrong. Eva rounded the corner to the baker's shop and spotted them. It was Ashluh and her band of friends. Ashluh was Mrs. Needan's daughter and heir apparent to her little queendom. Where Eva could do no right, Ashluh could do no wrong. And she appeared to be well aware of this fact. Eva was not in the mood for their ribbing and cut down a side alley to the back entrance of the shop. She was surprised to see Falgren, the Baker's oldest son, at the back entrance, carrying out some empty bags to stack. His face lit up when he saw her, "Eva! Here on an errand for Mrs. Needan?" He set the bags down and walked over to her, then touching her shoulder. They were the same height and he liked being able to look her in the face. Eva blushed and turned her head away, "Yes. She sent me for the loaves she ordered." His hand slid over her shoulder and to her cheek. He looked around quickly and saw that they were alone. Drawing closer, he put his arm around her waist. "They are not done yet. It will be a few more minutes. Perhaps we can find a way to spend the time?" She swallowed, enjoying the feel of his body against hers. She would be needing a husband soon and he was an excellent candidate. Eva genuinely liked him and it was clear by the hardness she felt against her thigh that he liked her too. He nuzzled her neck as his hand slid over to her breast and began to caress it through the course material. She gasped and her hands began to explore his back, one sliding down to his firm ass, the other caressing his wide shoulder. His hand scooped her right breast out of the top of her blouse as the other hand began to hike up her skirt. He moved his body into her. The front of his trousers and the hardness beneath were rubbing against her innermost place as it began to get wet. He leaned down and she felt his breath on her nipple and leaned her head back in anticipation. "So, this is what you do rather than get the bread mother sent you for!" The sharp voice was like a slap to the face for both of them. They immediately separated, but Eva's breast remained out. She was too surprised to tuck it back in. Ashluh stood, hands on her hips, glaring at them. "Falgren-you'd better get back inside and make sure those loaves don't burn!" He swallowed and nodded his head, not even trying to hide the huge erection and wetness on his pants from the precum and her juices that had soaked them. He scurried up the stairs back into the shop. Eva just stood there, still processing as Ashluh purposely strode over. There was an odd look in her yes. Eva was used to Ashluh staring at her when she thought Eva was not looking. This was the same look, but more intense. Ashluh came up close to Eva. Intimately close, her eyes not leaving Eva's. Eva concentrated on just taking one breath after another. Ashluh's eyes slid down Eva's body, pausing at her exposed breast before continuing down the slowly coming back up. "So. Do you just throw yourself at any man who comes along?" Eva, strangely hypnotized by Ashluh's attention shook her head slowly. Ashluh put her finger on Eva's lips. Eva's heart began to pound. Ashluh's touch had a similar effect as Falgren's but hers was more sensual. It was mixed with the spice of surprise and their mutual antagonism. Suddenly Eva began to see their encounters in a new way. Yes, some of it was jealousy, but there was also a repressed desire that had driven Ashluh. Realizing this, Eva took control. She reached up to Ashluh's hand and slowly drew it down to her exposed breast. She drew the finger over her nipple, circling slowly and enjoying the sensation. Ashluh gasped. Somewhere between shock at Eva's response and the realization that years of repressed desires were being satisfied, she licked her lips. Eva gave her a warm smile, "It's okay. Kiss it if you want to." Hope filled Ashluh's eyes and she leaned in, her tongue gingerly touching the areola. "That's it," Eva said encouragingly. Suddenly Ashluh's mouth engulfed it and began to such hard. "Mmmmmm, yes," Eva whispered in encouragement. "Do you like it?" Ashluh's yes met hers and with as much of the breast in her mouth as she could fit she nodded. It slipped out with a wet slurp, a line of saliva linking it to Ashluh's mouth. Eva leaned in and filled the gap with her tongue. Ashluh whimpered in surprise at first, then kissed back. Eva began to pull Ashluh's dress down on top, exposing her tits. Ashluh's body was rounder but they were full in their own way, her nipples large. Her arousal grew and nipples crinkled, becoming firm as the cool air hit them. Eva drew away from the kiss and it was her turn to explore Ashluh's chest. She pulled her top down and now both of her breasts were free. Ashluh gasped in enjoyment, one hand running through Eva's blonde hair while the other played with her tits. Eva, flushed and felt the wetness start anew between her legs. Knowing Ashluh felt the same she drew back and kissed her again, their nipples rubbing against the other's as their chests mashed. Eva drew up her skirt around her waist then Ashluh's. Moving her hand over her thighs and touching her deepest places, Eva rubbed her new lover's slit while inserting her fingers lightly in and out. Whimpers began to leak from her mouth but Ashluh groaned-their mouths still joined, their tongues dancing with one another. Ashluh leaned her head back and thrust her hips against Eva's calling "Oh yes! OH YES!" as her sex rubbed against Eva's hand. Eva ran her hands down to pull down Ashluh's small clothes and shove her fingers deeper into her wet and waiting pussy when for the second time Eva was interrupted. "Stop this at once you two!" Eva and Ashluh looked over and Ashluh's face went white as she saw her mother and two of her friends staring at them angrily. Eva sat on a bench in the prisoner cell holding herself, trying to understand what just happened to her and recalling events in her mind. They had pulled Ashluh from her and sent her home. Mrs. Needan stared at her furiously at first. Then, as dark thoughts formed in her head, the anger turned into a wicked smile. At last she spoke, "You have given me everything I need to be rid of you girl," and dragged her to the office of the town magistrate. Now Eva sat in her cell, dreading what may be soon to come. The door opened and two of the toughs the village used to keep the peace came in and grabbed her. One stared at her lustfully and looked like he was going to force himself on her when the other stopped him, putting his hand on the other's arm. "You won't want this one-she'll likely curse you." The other brute pulled his hand back in shock, then regained himself and reached back for her. Confused, Eva looked at him, then the one who spoke, "Why is that? What's going on?" "Silence witch." Was his only reply. The words felt like a stab to the stomach. Witch! It had been five years since another had been accused of being a witch. The village did not believe in killing its prisoners. No that would be too hands on and it wanted to be clean and moral. Witches and other criminals were sent naked into the Blackwood Forest. That alone would be punishment enough, having to struggle to survive with no tools and no clothes. But that was not the death sentence. No, it was the beast men that did the actual killing. "But I'm not witch!" she screamed and they boxed her head, dazing her. The silent brute reached behind him and pulled out a dirty rag which he used to gag her. They dragged her out of the door an into the harsh light. She was placed into the stock next to a haggard looking man. She recognized him as Eroch. He had been accused of raping and killing one of the smith's daughters and likely more. She knew he had been found with her torn and bloody dress clutched in his hands. It had been an open and shut case. It was clear by the jeers of the crowd that his trial was over and he had been found guilty. The town square had been turned into a makeshift court. In the village, justice and punishment were public affairs. A man next to the magistrates table stood and read from a parchment. "Our second case is of witchcraft. Miriam Needra and others accuse Eva Tunker of witchcraft!" What followed was a stream of false testimony from Mrs. Needra and her friends. They accused her of minor slights such as causing a pox on Mrs. Kasan's daughter, to spoiling milk of people who Eva did not like. All the while, the villagers just nodded, agreeing occasionally. The testimony climaxed as Ashluh was dragged, crying, to the witness stand. She was forced to confess that Eva had tried to seduce her into the black art. Their eyes met, and Eva could see Ashluh pleading for forgiveness, even as she spoke her damning words. Of all the testimony, it was Ashluh's that brought the tears. Ashluh was taken away and Eva could make out the harsh red strap marks on her back, barely covered by her dress. The villagers exploded in outrage, calling for her to be stripped and exiled. She heard Eroch next to her start to babble at her, "Oh me pretty pretty-we are going into the forest together! Just you and I in our birthing clothes, oh yes!" She shuddered at the lust inherent in his voice as his eyes traced the outlines of her body. The magistrate pounded the gavel and the village became silent. He stood, tracking the eyes across the gathered mass of people. She could see him pause at key members, Falgren's father, the head baker, the head of the shipping guild, the brewmeister, and a few others, each one nodding in turn until at last he looked at the mayor who also gave a small nod. Nodding himself he drew up to make the announcement, "I find the accused, Eva Tunker, guilty of being a witch per the testimony of the gathered honored of Kinter. She is to be exiled to the Blackwood Forest immediately." Eva fainted. She woke in a clearing. She was sore and covered in small scratches. She could tell because she was nude. Her wrists were bound but not to anything. She sat up slowly. "Oy, pretty pretty is awake! She's going to be my new forest friend!" She felt her mouth fill with bile. She had known the girl he had killed. She had been one of the few people in Kinter should would genuinely refer to as sweet and kind. But she was a realist. If she was to survive she would need help. If that mean giving her body to this monster, so be it. And speaking of monsters, somewhere out in the woods was the beast men. "Quiet!" she hissed. "They will hear you!" He too was bound. It was clear that he had struggled; he was covered with more bruises and cuts than her and it took some effort for him to sit up. He winced, but continued talking, "Oy my pretty pretty! Had a good nap then?" He leered at her. She looked around, trying to find a sharp stick or rock she could use to undo her wrists. "Keep looking my pretty pretty! You won't find anything!" he finally stood. She found a rock shard and started sawing at the cheap ropes; they would not have wasted good ones on prisoners about to get dumped into the woods. "Oh good-you'll have your hands free. I like the way they scratch and slap when I have my way with them!" With those words, her enthusiasm about working with him faded. He wiggled and twisted his wrists, trying to get them free when suddenly his hands flew apart. That was hardly fair! "Oh, I'll take you three or four times before is slit your pretty throat with that sharp rock!" The rock cut through the bonds at last and she resisted the urge to rub her wrists, clutching the shard like a knife. "Stay back she warned, her eyes darting around for a place to run to. He rushed forward and with manic speed, slapped the rock out of her hands. It flew into the bushes which was some comfort, but he grabbed her wrist and squealed with glee, "Oh! It struggles! It struggles!" She looked down and saw his erect member waving back and forth. She had seen them before; one did not live in a village with its festivals and swimming holes and not see people naked. She had even seen pleasures that men and women (and mixes of the two) had with one another. His however, was a small thing. She gritted her teeth and spat at him, "What is that you have there-a twig? I'll hardly feel that!" He screeched in frustration and shoved her back, dazing her and he screamed, "It will be big enough to tear you open witch!!!" He began to crawl slowly towards her, clearly delighting in stretching out her agony. He grabbed her foot and pulled her towards him. He shook his hips and his tiny penis waved back and forth eagerly, "You are mine bitch! I'll take you five times now! I'll rape you until you cry for me to kill you and then I will make it slow! That one I killed with be nothing compared to what I do to you and no one will ever know or care!" He stood up, droop and spittle forming around his mouth and prepared to pounce on her when she felt movement beside her. Shaking her head to clear it, she saw them. There were two of them. Their bodies were those of naked men. Hairy, but no harrier than the villagers she had known. Their bodies were lean-living in the forest clearly meant they had to be in best shape. They were muscular and clearly well fed on something. They walked slightly slumped over as one would if embarrassed, but otherwise human looking-until she looked above their ample shoulders. Their heads were those of rams, with long snouts and curled horns. But as she looked closer, their eyes-their eyes were those of men. There was thought there. Maybe not as smart as she was, but she could tell they were not just animals. The other indication was the stone axes they both carried. Eroch's eyes squinted as he looked at the creatures and he screamed ferally, "She's mine you beasts!" He crouched and threw himself at the first one, thrashing wildly with clawed hands. With an almost casual ease it swung the club backhanded, striking him in shoulder and knocking him to his knees next to her. He screamed in frustration and pain, clutching his ruined shoulder. "Why are attacking me? She's a witch!" He pointed with Eva with his still working arm accusingly, "I just did what all men do but she cavorts with dark things!" He stopped as a mistaken realization hit him and muttered, "dark things like you." The beast looked at him without pity and struck him again and again. Blood sprayed across Eva's naked body. The second beast man came and hit him from behind with his axe. More blood covered her. The body stopped moving. The beast men stopped swinging. They left the body mostly intact. It was well known that they were cannibals; no doubt they would want it intact to make it easier to carry. She knew she should horrified, but instead felt nothing but an odd satisfaction. There was only the dread that she was next. She rolled over and slowly came to her knees. She found she could not meet their gaze. Nothing happened. She took a deep breath and built the courage to speak, "Go ahead. Get it over with." Still nothing. She took another breath and looked up. The two beast men were staring at her, arms at their sides, axes held loosely. She blinked. Unconsciously she moved her arms to hug herself, covering her blood-stained breasts. She looked down, "I wasn't a witch. I just lay with the wrong person at the wrong time. Thank you for killing him. He was a monster." One of the beast men came closer to her and knelt down next to her. She closed her eyes and felt it move closer, its hot breath on her face. She anticipated the teeth tearing into her flesh. Instead, she felt is hot but surprisingly gentile tongue lick her cheek. She gasped in shock and it moved back a little. She turned to face it, and in its all too human eyes she saw several things; compassion, sympathy, lust. She looked down and saw that its penis was rock hard. All her life since her parents had died she had been controlled by others. The first time she had taken a say in what happened to he was when she turned the situation around on Ashluh. No more. She leaned forward, her breath causing the creature's penis to twitch. It was large and well-formed and she was slightly intimidated. She had never done this before, but she had seen it done from her vantage at the edge of village parties, or cutting through back alleys while running errands, or watching the Miriam's lips around her husband's in order to get him to do something for her. She had a very good idea of what to do. Looking up into its eyes, she wrapped her lips around the head. Her hand slowly reached out, first touching the shaft, then gently caressing its testicles. It gave out a pleasured, and not inhuman moan. Encouraged she worked more in its mouth and began to suck. Her other hand joined the first and she slid her head back and forth down the shaft. From watching the other women (and at least one man) she could tell that some took great pleasure in doing what she was doing. To others like Miriam, it was a chore. Eva felt the warmness build in her as she felt herself guiding the beast, giving pleasure then backing off. Its cries told her all she needed to know. She felt the moistness build on her labia, open to the air for the first time as she knelt in front of the best. She looked to her side and saw the other one, it's penis rock hard and precum dripping from the tip. She knew what she wanted. All her life she had been told to save herself. She did not know if she was going to die today. She knew she wanted to die a full woman. She wiggled her hips and signaled with a limited nod of her head. Human or beast man-dick was dick. A look of surprise and she would have sworn excitement filled its eyes and it scampered over, gently lowering itself behind her. She could not see it, but felt the warmth of its body, then its flesh as it leaned into her, its penis gingerly entering into her eager vagina. It grunted in pleasure, then eased out and then back in experimentally. It cried out again in joy and then slowly, but rapidly building pace as it discovered the sensation of her sopping cunt wrapping itself around its throbbing member. She began to feel waves of first simple pleasure then ecstasy flow through her and she began groaning around the penis still in her mouth. This set the first beast man off even greater and she felt his penis spasm, its balls contracting and felt the hot semen flow from its dick into her mouth. Desperately she swallowed then leaned back, the penis coming out of her mouth still throwing cum all over her. It fell back on its haunches, panting raggedly. The one behind her cried out in she felt it shudder and as the full force of her orgasm hit her it shuddered and she felt its hot cum fill her. The beast continued thrusting, trying to force every ounce into her, then gasped, collapsing back, its member going limp. She felt its fluids drip from her onto the forest floor. Her orgasm began to subside and she dropped down to her elbows struggling to breath herself. She then lay down on her side and the beast men curled up next to her, sandwiching her in between them. Together, they drifted asleep. She woke with a start. The sun was lower in the sky and darkness was starting to fill the woods. One beast man had rigged Eroch's body to a pole. The other stood alert, club in hand, looking for threats. The first one nodded that it was done. Together they walked over and picked up the pole. The one in the rear looked at her and made a "come along" motion with its head. She stood nervously and brushed the leaves and twigs off from her. It rested the pole on its broad shoulder and used its free hand to signal to her to come with it again. She came up and handed her its axe then put its hand in hers, squeezing encouragingly. She smiled at it and she thought she could see it smiling back at her its eyes. In front of them, Eroch's bloody and battered carcass hung from the pole. Some of his blood was still smeared across her. Strangely it was no longer a person to her, even a terrible one. Or rather, a part of her felt like she was no longer human like it. For better or for worse, she was one of them. The future was uncertain, but at least she had one. And for the first time in her life she felt like she was in control of it. She had endured a lifetime of abuse in Kinter. In the few hours she had spent these creatures, they had shown her more love and pleasure then than that entire time among her fellow human. No more. Together, the three of them walked back to the camp.
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_New York, 9:47am, Monday, June 29_ _th_ _, 2037_ Adam jiggled his right leg impatiently as he sat waiting, whilst playing with the keys that were nestled in the right pocket of his black skinny jeans. He had already been kept waiting for 15 minutes and he just wanted the tests to be completed quickly. Today was a big day for Adam; it was his 25th birthday and enjoying a nice lie in, he was waiting in the testing centre. In 2028, the government had implemented a new societal system, whereby people were tested and then chosen for their place in society. Upon turning 25, all men and women were required by law, to undergo personality and intelligence testing as well as a full physical examination. The idea was to provide better social prosperity and give better opportunities for the less advantaged. The system had been a great success so far, with people reporting far greater satisfaction in their lives. Adam wanted to get the test over quickly so that he could go out and celebrate his birthday with his friends later on. His impatience was growing. Finally, after another 5 minutes, a woman who looked around 40, walked around a corner in the long corridor to Adam's left, and made a beeline towards the reception area. The lady went to the receptionists desk and spoke briefly to the receptionist. Adam checked her out while she was speaking to the receptionist. He guessed that she was around 115 pounds and stood at around 5"5, but that was definitely helped by the black 4" heels that she was wearing. She wore a black dress that hugged her body tightly and Adam could easily make out the hourglass figure that she had. As if sensing his eyes upon her, she turned around swiftly and scanned the 4 faces that were currently sitting in the waiting area. Adam quickly averted his eyes to the ground. She looked down at the notepad that the receptionist had handed her and then asked aloud "Adam Buller?" Adam raised his head and met her eyes which were still scanning the 4 people in the waiting room. Her eyes finally settled on his and they were locked in a stare for a brief moment before she curtly told Adam to follow her. Adam stood up and then followed her down the corridor to the left of the reception area. They rounded the corner and during this time Adam managed to get a much better view of her curves. They reached a door at the end of the corridor and the lady opened the door and ushered for Adam to follow her in. She shut the door behind him, and Adam was able to scan the room. It was a relatively small room with a desk in front of him with two chairs, one either side of the table. There was a high tech looking computer on the table plus two large stacks of papers and some pens on the desk. In the back of the room, there was a large machine, the likes of which Adam had never seen before. It looked very complex and stood quite tall at around 8 feet high. "Please sit down" the lady said, interrupting Adam's scanning of the room. He sat down and the lady rounded the table before placing herself in the seat opposite Adam. "My name is Lindsey" she began, "and I am one of the staff here at the testing facility for the 2028 charter. As you know it is a legal requirement for anyone turning 25 to complete 3 tests to determine various factors, such as personality, intelligence and physical shape. But the test can do far more than that, it can show us your needs, desires and what makes you happy and sad. It will help us to better place you into modern day society. Do you have any questions so far?" "How long does this normally take?" Adam asked. "Usually not too long, why don't we get started?" Lindsey asked whilst peeling off the top set of papers from both stacks on the desk. She placed them in front of Adam as well as placing a pen there. "Let's start with the intelligence and personality testing, these tests are best done if you answer with your gut instinct. Try to answer as honestly as possible, as the physical test we do after also has a personality detector based on brain usage, so lying here won't do you any favours. Let me know when you're done and then we can move on." She gave Adam a quick smile as she finished instructing him on what to do. Lindsey stood up and moved to the back of the room where she began looking at the multiple screens on the large scanner. Adam began answering the questions on the intelligence test first. They were fairly straightforward at first but became increasingly harder as the test went on. The questions involved a series of math based problems, literacy based multiple choice questions as well as leadership based situational questions. Adam finished the test and moved on to the personality test. The personality test involved more direct questions such as "Are you a leader or a follower?" and "Are you adventurous or cautious?". Adam tried to answer with his gut instinct as he had been told and around 40 minutes later he had completed both sections of the test. He just wanted to get out of the test centre and celebrate so he called out to Lindsey. "Ex-Excuse me?" he called. "Have you finished the tests Adam?" Lindsey questioned with an air of boredom. "Yes" he replied. "Great!" she exclaimed "If you'd like to bring the papers over here and then take off your jacket and t-shirt and place them on the desk please." Adam was a bit taken aback. "Why do I need to take off my top sorry?" he questioned. "It's so that we can hook you up to a heart rate monitor that goes around your chest for accurate readings." She replied. Adam didn't question her further and walked around the table to hand over the papers before taking off his jacket and t-shirt, placing them on the table behind him. He stood there, topless, feeling a little awkward whilst Lindsey passed the paper into a tray where Adam assumed a machine would collect and analyse his results. A few moments later she turned around. "Ok, now if you'd like to step into the physical testing machine for me please?" She beckoned for him to step into the large machine while she held the door open for him. Lindsey then placed a chest strap around Adam and connected the wires on either side of his chest to a small port on the inside of the machine. "This machine is state of the art." She announced. "It can tell us about your physical health condition as well as an analysis of your expected physical deterioration as well as heart function and brain chemical foundations." Adam was a little confused at the last part and his expression clearly couldn't contain his curiousness. "Don't worry dear, we're not injecting you with anything here, just seeing that you've developed normally and well." She chuckled and then closed the door on Adam. Adam saw her turn back to the paper analysis machine through the glass door. The machine began making unfamiliar sounds, whirring and hissing. Adam felt a slight tensing of his muscles and his heart began pulsing slightly higher than his normal rate while he stood there. A moment later the glass screen turned black. A message came up on the screen. "You will see a series of images designed to extract certain reactions from your brain. Feelings such as joy, pain and anger." Images began flashing on the screen. First a war torn country, then a cute Labrador, an office worker was next, then a plane. Image after image and they kept coming faster. Very soon Adam wasn't able to distinguish each image, but he kept staring. Around 5 minutes later the images disappeared, and the glass went black again. A "Test complete" message appeared and then the glass returned to its transparent form. Linsey was waiting with papers in hand and opened the door before removing the chest strap that had gripped Adam's body. She then motioned for him to step out of the machine and said, "please sit down at the table". Adam stepped out and placed a hand on his t-shirt. "Did I tell you to put that back on?" Lindsey asked rhetorically. "The test is not fully complete yet, sit down and wait please" she said firmly. Adam was taken aback by her curtness but complied. Lindsey sat down opposite him again and began typing quickly into the computer at the desk. A few moments later she spoke. "Right Adam, thank you for you cooperation so far. The computer has analysed your intelligence and personality traits. Overall, you seem to be more of a follower and can take directions fairly well. However, your intelligence is under the average level for a man of your age which I know sounds disappointing to hear but there are some options that we can help you pursue." Adam was disappointed with this but not too surprised, he had never excelled at school or college, always hovering below the class average. Lindsey went on. "As for your physical tests you seem to be quite fit and in good shape. At 5"7 you're a little short for a male but that's not a major issue. Your heart function is fantastic though which is great, and the computer predicts your life expectancy to be till at least 78!" She seemed to want a reaction from Adam, so he smiled briefly. She went on, "However, the image test has shown us some very surprising results. The images are shown very quickly in order to gauge your brain's perceptions of which images it prioritises and can help us determine various personality traits." "Ok." Adam replied simply. "I am going to be blunt with you here Adam. You might not like what I have to say but please hear me out." Adam became nervous at hearing this. "The test has determined that you fall into the category of an inferior male. Essentially what this means is that you don't meet the intelligence level of an average male and your personality trait falls heavily into the submissive category as opposed to the expected dominant personality trait. To put it simply Adam, the test views you as a beta male." She finished her sentence, each word stinging Adam's ego. "The test can be wrong though surely? I'm sure people have come here, and the test has told them the complete opposite of what they are?" Adam raised his voice and was visibly getting angrier. Lindsey gently replied. "Adam dear, the test has a 97% success rate and when it shows that someone falls heavily into the submissive category the test is usually right. If you really want to we could complete the last section of the physical test if it will help put your mind at ease?" "Yes, I'll complete the test, I need it to show that I'm average, I'm not a beta male!" Adam was furious. "Ok, it's quite simple here Adam," Lindsey went on "I need you to take off your remaining clothes for me." "What?" Adam's rage was interrupted by his surprise at her request. "It's up to you Adam, we can end the test, or you can take off your clothes. It allows us to fully analyse your potential and it could alter the results if everything goes well." She informed him. "Ok fine. I'll do it." He responded very defensively. Adam bent down and untied his laces before removing his shoes and socks. He then stood up and undid his belt before removing his black skinny jeans. He now stood in the room in his navy boxer briefs and waited for Lindsey to say something. "You have to take off your underwear for the test to be fully effective." She said. Adam contemplated this for what felt like an eternity. Finally, he reluctantly peeled down his boxer briefs and stood in front of Lindsey naked. Lindsey, staring at Adam's crotch, began to laugh, not a small chuckle, but a high pitched uncontrollable laugh. Adam was furious, he looked down at his manhood and then back at Lindsey who had now composed herself. "What's so funny? My dick is perfectly normal, just get this test over with." He was furious and just wanted this to be over. Lindsey reached into a drawer and pulled out a 12" ruler. She beckoned for him to come around to her side of the table. She grabbed his penis and placed the ruler above it. Adam looked down and saw that it was 1.8" long. She typed this figure into the computer and then began gently tugging at his penis. His cock immediately sprung to life and began to grow. Once he was fully erect she looked at the ruler again and typed in the figure. Adam was a little surprised to see that he was 3.7" erect as he had always thought he was bigger. Yet for some reason this seemed to turn him on more. "How often do you masturbate Adam?" Lindsey asked. "About 5 times a week normally" he replied. Lindsey began to stroke his penis slowly and gently with her thumb and index finger. "And are you still a virgin Adam?" "Yeah" Adam replied sheepishly. "And how long do you normally last when you jerk off?" She asked. "Qu-quite a while, maybe 10 minutes" Adam stammered. All of the gentle stroking and the questions that Lindsey was asking him were making him very horny. Adam's eyes started to wander towards Lindsey's cleavage which was very revealing in her black dress. He guessed that she was a 32 or 34C and he was loving what he saw. The stroking continued in silence for around a minute more before Adam's breathing intensified. "Are you going to cum for me Adam?" Lindsey asked huskily. At that, Adam's cock spurted a small amount of semen onto Lindsey's arm. Lindsey chuckled to herself while Adam stood there shocked that he had cum so quickly. "Well that was more like two minutes not twenty." She chuckled. "Thanks for that Adam. Please put your underwear on and sit back down." She instructed. Adam complied. Lindsey took a tissue from one of the drawers in the desk before wiping his semen off her forearm. Once Adam was back in his seat, Lindsey analysed the results on the computer and then turned to Adam. "Ok Adam, the reason why we had to measure your penis length was because in the rare occasion that a man is found out to be a beta, he can alter the result if his penis is above average. It's very rare that we see this though and I only laughed because I knew immediately that your penis was well below average." She told him this with a matter-of-fact air about it. She continued "You penis is incredibly small and when these results are entered, they essentially show that you are a complete beta male. There is no way that this result can be changed or adapted now. You might be disheartened at this but there are some... unique options that we can explore." Adam was upset at being laughed at and disappointed that he was deemed to be a complete beta male. Lindsey paused before speaking again. "Now Adam, if we hadn't measured your penis length, you would have probably been recommended for some menial job such as a refuse collector or janitor. But your penis is unique because of how small it is. Now we have great connections with some wealthy clients who like to have servants in their household. However, these are powerful women that have excelled in society and are very demanding. They have very particular needs... do you understand what I'm saying Adam?" She asked. Adam was very confused about what she was suggesting, "I'm confused, you think I would be a good servant for a wealthy client?" "Yes Adam, the clients we deal with are women who are very dominant, they are powerful in their workplace. They also have desires to be dominant in the bedroom and these desires can be very... sexual in nature. They might want to humiliate you, they might punish you if you don't behave or they might make you service their every needs." She explained. "So a sex slave pretty much?" Adam responded dejectedly. "That is a narrow minded way to view this opportunity Adam. Think of this as a chance to submit to your inner desires of being submissive whilst working for a wealthy client. You won't have to worry about buying a house or any financial purchases ever again if you chose this option. Your personality fits perfectly with what the client is looking for and she has promised that you will be able to retire once you turn 45." Lindsey was trying to be as persuasive as possible. "This is a great opportunity Adam, if you don't take this then you'll be left with a 50/50 chance of getting a janitor job or you'll end up homeless. You are a unique guy and I think you should take this opportunity while you still have the chance." She finished her speech. "What's the pay like? Will I have to move cities?" Adam queried. He didn't know why he was curious, but this seemed to spark something inside of him. "You won't be paid Adam, everything that you need will be provided for by your new mistress and she will buy anything that she feels is necessary for you. You will have to serve her well and at the end of your time with her, she will pay off a mortgage for you in a 2 bedroom apartment as well as a car. Until then however, you will be a live in servant and your mistress will decide what she buys for you... if anything. You'll be living with her here in New York in a nice mansion." She finished her sentence and awaited more questions from Adam. "Ok, so you're saying I work as a servant for 20 years and then I can retire, and I'll have an apartment and car paid for once I do retire?" Adam attempted to clarify. "Yes. You will be required however, to undergo a one week training programme at one of our partner facilities before you go and begin your servant life. This is all paid for by your future mistress. You'll be expected to participate willingly, and you will do everything that you are told by the staff there. How does that sound Adam?" She asked. "That sounds fine to me, what about my belongings that I've got at home... and what does the training involve?" he asked. "Your personal property will be placed into storage, all paid for by your mistress. As for the training programme, it varies based on your future mistresses needs. Each programme is tailored to different types of servitude." She answered his question, yet the vague response concerned Adam. She felt sure that he would refuse this. "Ok, I'll do it." Adam replied, his response surprising both Lindsey and himself. "Great!" She replied as she began to type into the computer. "I'll email the training facility now so that they're ready for your arrival. I'll write down the address for you and you can make your way there immediately. Please put your clothes back on now Adam." She instructed. Adam had completely forgotten that he was sitting in his underwear and instinctively grabbed his clothes and put them back on. He was however, still shocked that he had to leave for the training facility immediately. "Do I not get to enjoy my birthday or anything like that?" He asked while buttoning up his jeans. "We have to move quickly with this Adam, it's a very unique opportunity and you wouldn't want to miss out now would you? If your training goes well I'm sure your new mistress might consider letting you have a small celebration in the future!" She replied. Lindsey handed Adam a piece of paper with an address in central New York written on it. "You will report to this address at midday today" she said. "You will ask for trainer Grace when you get to the facility and tell her that I sent you for client 12. Everything is written on the paper anyway so don't worry if you forget anything. If you do not report there at the designated time you will forfeit your right to any financial or social aid." She smiled pleasantly before standing up. Adam followed suit and Lindsey rounded the desk before opening the door. Adam left the room and Lindsey followed him back down the corridor that they had come in around an hour ago. Adam rounded the corner and headed towards the reception area. They arrived at the reception area and Adam saw that only one new person was in the waiting are now. He turned back to Lindsey. "Thank you very much for cooperating with the tests today Adam" she said, "we hope that you are satisfied with the outcome of your test and I'm sure you'll be a fantastic fit for your new role in society. I wish you all the best and make sure you work hard. This is a great opportunity, but you must submit fully to the role! Goodbye now Adam." She finished her speech, turned on her heel and walked back to her testing room. Adam was left standing there with a piece of paper in his hand and a completely different future than what he had expected in front of him. You're lying face down on the bed with just your pants on. Traveling can be draining, a nap would be welcome right about now. The bed smells like any other bed in a Sheraton smells, vaguely of laundry, mostly of money. From somewhere out in the hall, you can hear women's voices and the faint ding of the elevator bell. The water in the bathroom turns on reminding you there's someone else in the room, and your cock twitches briefly. She's a girl from online, and you find yourself scarcely believing you're in a hotel room with her. The conversations had been fun and she was quite nice looking. She'd given you her phone number, with the caveat - "Call me anytime you're in Detroit - we'll get together." The expectation certainly hadn't been strong, but surprisingly, she'd said "Sure – I'll meet you at the Sheraton – there's a nice quiet little bar there – I'll be wearing a green sweater." The green sweater had been tighter than you'd expected, showing nipples, and a tiny slice of tan tummy over black pants. Now she was in the bathroom, an unknown quantity, and you were lying on the bed, shirtless, wondering what was next. The bathroom door clicked open. " Hmmmmmmmm.... nice back. You look tense though." You could hear her move toward the bed, the bedclothes rustling as she sat next to you. " This should help." Warm liquid touched your shoulder blades, and ran down your spine, not quite to the waistband of your trousers. Her hands were warm, and her touch gentle. Rubbing muscles soundlessly, you could feel yourself relaxing into a nice back rub – just enough pressure, no nails, just fingertips and the occasional palm, rubbing what could only be oil into your skin. Muscles being kneaded, and soothed, your mind drifting. The background noise faded away, and you could hear her breathe, slow and deep. Her fingertips gathered skin, and pushed it away, then back, dancing over muscles. Lower and lower, her fingers rubbed and stroked flesh. Your eyes closed, your body enjoying the simple touch of another human. "Turn on your side – don't open your eyes." The lightest touch on your stomach tells you her fingers are undoing your belt, and unfastening your pants. The button, then the zipper, slowly growling down, over your hardening cock. Her fingers leave the barest trace, almost a caress. She moves material down over your ass, and slides her hand over your cock. The pants slide down your legs and away. Nudity has never been a problem, but you feel, for one second, the juxtaposition of the unknown. You're naked, is she? She pushes you back flat, face down, and begins to rub your back again, this time trailing down to your ass, kneading and stroking, a finger sliding down the edge, then tracing the curve. More liquid now, rubbed across the glutes, the finger now a bit deeper, then the palm and fingers beginning to stroke the back of your thighs. Your cock is harder now, and her hands continue to knead the muscles in your legs. If it weren't for the persistent erection, you'd be asleep. The room is close, and slowly, the bed shifts, and she lies down beside you, skin to skin, somewhere a part of you thinks – ah, she was naked. For just a moment, there's nothing, just a feeling of heat. Her hand rests, for just a moment on your ass, and then her fingers slide in further, now rubbing up and down, across your asshole. " Shhhhhhhhh...just relax, don't move." A fingertip presses in, and is still. Her breast presses against your side, her hair on your arm. Gently, the finger moves further in, and then out a bit. A low moan escapes your lips, and she presses in again. "Turn over, face me." she says, her finger still planted in your ass. You move slowly, and turn to face her. The room has gotten darker, she is mostly shadow now. You can feel her breath on your cheek, and your mouth meets hers. Her finger pushes in again, and your hips move forward, pressing your cock into her thighs. She pushes again, and now there is no space between you, your cock wedged between her thighs, you can tell her finger is now completely inside you. Slowly, she starts to fuck your ass with her finger, and her hips rock back and forth, stroking your cock with damp thighs. "oh god" she almost whispers, through clenched teeth. Her nipples are hard, pressing harder into your chest, and she buries her face in your neck. Now a second finger enters your ass, and you can feel your cock growing unbearably hard, still encased in her thighs. You're almost afraid to touch her, afraid to interrupt. She is licking and kissing and sucking on your neck, her fingers working in and out of you harder now, and your cock is ready to burst. Her hips begin to thrust faster and it's almost like being inside her. Her flesh is soaked with her own juices, mixed with your precum, and you can feel muscle bearing down and squeezing. There might be three fingers in your ass now, and you can feel cum boiling, ready to explode out of you. You groan and she groans back, you can feel your cock, hard as concrete, start to spill cum all over her jerking thighs. The fingers in your asshole freeze, and your orgasm takes you completely. Slowly you come down, and she looks over at you, and smiles.
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Sunlight was streaking across the floor and its brightness forced my eyes open. It was another beautiful day of clear blue sky. I dragged myself up from the floor where I must have finally crashed out the night before. My head was numb and I shook my-self out of the death-like grip sleep had imposed on me. I became aware of other bodies stirring. Soon we were all sitting, still naked or half-naked, hardly able to speak; everyone looked a mess, hair disheveled, mascara streaked, eyes puffed. Our silence was saying more than any of us was willing to. Slowly we began to gather our things. I looked at Sam and saw her neck and one of her breasts covered in love bites. And I mean covered. Then Keiko staggered into the living room. "Hi" was all she said as her naked girlish frame drifted over to the kitchenette to put the kettle on. Ten silent minutes passed. I sat huddled on the sofa with Keiko and Nicole, and we sipped at our coffee, while Sam sat on the sofa chair to our left. Still no-one said a word. What was there to say? We all knew what we were thinking about, the only thing on our collective minds. But nobody wanted to be the first to mention it. I think we were all in complete shock about last night. The holiday had started so innocently. Apart from Sam this was the first time any of us had been to a Greek Island and we'd whooped and screamed like true girlies around our holiday apartment, opening doors and cupboards, looking out beyond the pool below toward the beach and the blue sea, the excitement of our first day making us giggle like school girls we no longer were; I'm twenty six, Nicole twenty three. Sam is thirty eight. Only Keiko at nineteen is anything like being a school girl. We did the usual holiday stuff, sunbathing on the beach, making picnics, talking gossip over bottles of wine on the balcony. We'd dined out at lovely restaurants and had been to bars, danced and smooched with boys. But it had all been innocent. Nicole had a boyfriend back home; I was single but wasn't looking for a holiday romance; Keiko was just naïve, or so we'd all thought; and Sam was our mother figure, a married mother, there to take care of us and be the mature one. And then last night happened. "What time did those lads leave?" I heard Sam say, out of the blue. No-one seemed to know and we all went back to being quiet, each of us no doubt trying to come to terms with what we'd done. I looked at Sam. She was looking into a vanity mirror, inspecting the love bites on her neck. An image flashed into my head, that bloke sucking on her neck with his hand stuffed in her shorts. I could even hear the sluicing sound of him finger fucking her on that very sofa chair, her with one leg draped over the arm of the chair, the other over his thighs, spread wide, her eyes closed and her mouth open. Then Nicole spoke, quietly with a hint of embarrassment. "Who invited them up here anyway?" she asked, although no-one knew the answer, and I had a flash of memory about her too, on her knees in front of that ugly old one with the earring, wanking his thick hard cock, her eyes wild and laughing when he shouted "Look at her face. She fookin' loves it". So everyone quickly looked over at them, and then he shouted "You fookin' love it, don't yer?" at her and she shouted back "yeah, I fucking love it" and everyone laughed and he shouted again "Suck my fookin' cock then. Go on..." Everyone had laughed. Everyone except me, I was horrified! I'd been crashed out after one glass too many. But I'd come-to, hearing all the noise from the living room and staggered in there and seen what was going on. Those were the first things I saw. Then Nicole took him in her mouth and went for it. He grabbed her head and started sliding his prick in and almost out of her mouth. His cock was wet with her saliva. I just stood there with my mouth open in amazement. Then I saw the guy with Sam had pulled her bikini top down and was sucking on her tits, first one then the other. She was even holding them for him, each one more than a handful, and gasping loudly. I looked at Keiko. Such an innocent looking girl! She was on the sofa watching everything going on. A big bloke, about forty, was sitting next to her, saying stuff in her ear. The next thing I knew he stood up and picked her up and slung her over his broad shoulder and carried her into a bedroom. She didn't care, just squealed a little and he slung her on the bed and pulled down his shorts, then climbed on the bed and lay on his back pulling his big cock hard. Without hesitating Keiko pulled off her denim shorts and t-shirt and climbed on top, top to tail in a 69 position. I saw his hands reach to her cute little ass cheeks and pull her pussy wide open, then start to lick wildly at her glistening slit. I heard her muffled moans from twenty feet away and her head bobbed up and down, obviously sucking him with the same intensity as he was licking her. Then the bathroom door opened and another bloke appeared from in there. He just walked past me as if I wasn't there, knelt behind Nicole and reached around to massage her tits as she took more of the ugly bloke's fat cock in her mouth. I was shell shocked. In my inebriated state I couldn't begin to think how all this had started and was confused. I just stood and watched my apparently not- so-innocent friends getting banged. Then I felt an ache in my stomach. But not a painful one though. It was hunger. I didn't want to admit it but I was getting wet between my legs. I didn't know why - these blokes were ugly, not hideously ugly but not handsome. Not fat but not thin either although quite muscular to be fair. And they were old. Not ancient but in their forties. But I felt excited by seeing them like they were; powerful, experienced - and definitely naked. Moans and groans, gasps and grunts were becoming louder, like a growing storm. Everyone was losing inhibitions. And I wanted to, too. I suddenly wanted them, their hard fat cocks. I wanted them to treat me like they were treating my friends. Suddenly I wanted to be grabbed, have dirty words whispered in my ears, man handled. I wanted to feel dirty, act dirty, be spoken to like that, feel like a woman and not a girl. Nicole was being fingered roughly from behind, and yes, loving it by the look on her face and the motion of her body; the bloke standing in front of her was urging her to swallow more of his cock. Sam now had her bloke's cock out and was stroking it up and down as he continued fingering her with what now looked like three fingers at least. And they were deep in her. He must have been churning them around because she was moaning loudly, her legs splayed, bucking her hips onto his hand. I looked over to the bedroom and Keiko's ass was moving in small circular motions, pushing down on his face at regular intervals. Then I saw him lick the pucker of her ass hole - just a flick of the tongue at first followed by a full on tonguing, and she wasn't complaining, just moaned all the more. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. It was all so wanton. Each gasp or moan just encouraged the others to gasp and moan until no-one was holding back. It sounded like an orgy. It was an orgy! But I wasn't brazen enough to just join in, even though I kind of wanted to. That dull ache in my pelvis belied my good girl reputation. Then, in my confusion, I started to feel frustrated - jealous I suppose - so grabbed a glass of wine and stomped out onto the balcony, to get some air, to escape the frustration that my sensible self didn't want to acknowledge oozing between my legs. I stood out in the warm night air, staggered a little, and spun around to look again at the scene playing out in the apartment. I stood there in nothing but my knickers and slugged back the glass of wine, down in one, and without even realizing it started masturbating, watching them all in there; Sam now fucking hard, sitting astride her man who was on his back on the floor, his cock buried to the hilt, her ass furiously grinding backward and forward, her back arching and her head thrown back, those marvelous heavy tits swaying with the motion, his hands gripping her waist tight, impaling her on to him as she came and came, garbling indecipherably while her body turned to rippling jelly; Keiko thrashing wildly half upright on her guy's face, him lapping at her pussy and with a finger buried to its knuckle up her ass and her with a mess of cum over her mouth, begging him not to stop; Nicole on her back on the sofa, her feet pushed back over her head, being fucked hard and fast, the man's heavy weight drilling her into the soft cushions, her hands gripping his white arse cheeks, pulling him into her, gasping obscenities as his big balls slapped her bum. I was almost lost to the orgasm that was starting to overtake me when I realized someone was missing from the scene; the ugly one who'd had the blow job from Nicole. Then he suddenly appeared next to me, his eyes staring right into mine. His proximity sent a shudder through me, a mixture of my own arousal and the slight fear at the actual reality of what was about to happen. His ugly face repulsed me but I was transfixed by the size of his erection. It looked about eight inches and sooooo thick. God knows how Nicole had managed to get that in her mouth. He just stood there saying nothing, with that wet slippery cock sticking out, hard and throbbing, watching my finger drawing circles around my clit. The hunger inside gnawed my whole body. "Fuck me like a bitch" I heard a strange voice say from somewhere far away and in a foggy moment realized it was my own. I shocked myself, and wanted to retract what I'd just said but before I had the chance the man grabbed me forcefully and spun me round, then bent me over the empty space before me, yanking my knickers down 'til they dropped around my ankles. I almost fell but managed to reach out and grasp the balcony railing just as he pushed his cock all the way in, bottoming out and keeping it there, sending me straight to heaven. I mewled like a cat on heat, a slight pain at first but then the after-waves of pleasure were so intense I was soon pushing back to meet his every deep thrust, the waves coming fast now like giant breakers crashing on the shore, my eyes somewhere in the top of their sockets, and he reached round to grab my swinging tits and mauled them hard which only increased my pleasure. I'd never had sex like this. "Fuck me", "just fuck me..." I kept demanding as he ground his hard meat into me, until I lost my senses. This guy had real stamina and staying power; I finally really let go and abandoned myself to the moment as he fucked me again and again with short and fast strokes, then pushed all the way to the hilt holding it there so I could feel the pulse of his cock-head, a ripple of pleasure tingling my cervix driving me absolutely crazy. My legs felt weak, I could hardly stand anymore, all the time his huge thing slid in and out of me; slowly for a few strokes, then speeding up like a piston until I could hardly stand it anymore, turning my head around, reaching back, my neck straining, twisting, my mouth open so we could French kiss, sloppy and dirty. And then I started to cum, really cum, mouth hanging open, groaning and feeling like my head was going to explode; his pounding cock the only thing that existed in the universe and I couldn't get enough of it, squeezing it hard with the spasms of my sopping pussy until he too was gasping he was going to cum. Oh, god I wanted to feel him cum. I pushed back onto him as I bent over further, my pussy muscles sucking on his prick, milking him. "Shoot it... cum in me... " I blurted out, not caring who heard it, rolling my hips with a grinding motion, one hand squeezing my own breast while he furiously ground into me for another twenty seconds or so sending me wild once more until pushing hard all the way in one final time. Buried to the max, with me looking back at him, encouraging him on with my squeals and little screams, he spread my ass cheeks wide, making me feel wonderfully exposed as he drove impossibly deeper and I felt his torso tense and his cockhead twitch as he grunted and his hot semen shot into me. Just remembering it made me feel hot and hungry all over again but then I heard Sam's voice declare that what happened in Greece should stay in Greece and we should tell no-one. One by one, we all agreed and Sam said 'right, let's get packing'. "What about those love bites?" Keiko asked, "What are you going to tell your husband?" "He's off on a fishing holiday as soon as we get back. Probably be gone by the time I arrive home. They'll have faded by next week when he gets back." Sam said, hopefully - before adding "One more thing - as soon as we get back you lot get to a chemist and buy some morning after pills." Then we dropped the subject once and for all and set about the task of packing our suitcases. But all the while I kept thinking about last night... Abbey O'Neill wasn't going to let an opportunity like this slip by. The petite Penrith native had finally begun to make a name for herself as a saxophonist in New York after several years of hard work. Not only had she become a go-to session player, she was now being hired for soundtrack work for films and television shows. It was good to finally be rewarded, financially and artistically, for all of her effort; Abbey felt proud of having proved wrong everyone who had told her, both here and back home, that the prospects of her becoming a star saxophonist were remote. When Abbey's manager, Mick Morris, told her that the acclaimed jazz guitarist Ron McBride wanted her to perform on his new album, she was beyond thrilled. McBride, the "young legend" from Atlanta, had largely gone into semi- retirement after making several successful albums in his 20s and 30s; the notoriously shy and reclusive McBride was rumored to rarely leave his Brooklyn apartment these days. Abbey couldn't wait to meet him, as she had long enjoyed his work. Two weeks after Morris told Abbey of Ron's interest, the jazz icon visited Abbey's apartment in Nolita, the "Little Australia" section of New York. Ron was quite tall; his 6'3" frame was quite a contrast to that of Abbey, who was a full foot shorter. His shining dark skin and bald head was also a contrast to Abbey's pale, lightly freckled skin and long, curly, reddish-blonde hair. "I don't know what to say--it's an honor!" said an awestruck Abbey. "No," replied Ron in his baritone voice, "the honor is all mine. You're the legend, as far as I'm concerned." "Thank you!" "You're welcome," said Ron, sitting down on a chair next to Abbey's bed. "I must say it's great to hear an Australian accent again--I haven't toured there in some time, but I was always greeted warmly Down Under." "Yes, they love you. Everyone I know there loves you." As she looked at Ron, Abbey felt her whole body tingle; she remembered kissing his album-cover photos as a teenager, imaging what it would be like to be a groupie at one of his concerts and going back to his hotel room with him. Ron was widely rumored to have slept with numerous female fans during his heyday, and she regretted not being a part of that lucky list. "Thanks," the jazz giant replied. "Well, let me be quick. I really want you on my album because you are the most talented saxophone player I have ever heard --it's as though Grover Washington Jr. came back to life listening to you." "Oh no! I'm going to melt. You're much too kind!" "It's not kindness. It's the truth. A white girl from Australia is the best sax player in the world." As they talked, Ron tried his best to hide how lovely he thought Abbey was; he had just turned 50 while she was only 31, and he didn't want to come across as an older man more interested in sex than sax. Yet he couldn't keep his eyes off her pale, lightly freckled legs; in his mind's eye, he kept seeing himself between those thighs, penetrating her and hearing her cum in her Aussie accent... After two hours of conversation and laughs, Ron prepared to leave. Abbey handed him his coat. "I so look forward to working with you." "And you as well," he replied. Impulsively, she touched him on the shoulder and stood on her toes to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. She was stunned by how smooth his skin was, and wondered if that was the only part of his body she would ever get to kiss. "Thank you," he smiled, immediately aroused by the softness of her lips. As he turned towards the door, he felt his penis growing, hardening, straining against his slacks. ___________ Abbey ended up playing on five of the album's seven tracks. The album, "Inside McBride," was critically acclaimed, with virtually all reviews noting Abbey's brilliant work; it also became another commercial hit for the jazz icon in both the United States and Australia. To celebrate the success of "Inside McBride," Ron took Abbey out to dinner to celebrate, and expressed hope that they could collaborate on future projects. Abbey wanted that collaboration to occur much sooner--in fact, she wanted it to occur by the end of the night. So, she innocently asked Ron if she could head back with him to his apartment in Brooklyn: "I just want to see the place where you come up with all your great ideas." "Well, it's actually the place where I sleep and shower, but if you insist..." Abbey loved the view of Ron's apartment; she pulled out her iPhone and took several photos of the New York City skyline through his window, noting just how romantic it looked that evening. Ron stood behind her as she took the photos; he glanced at her large arse and found himself restraining the erotic urge to gently wrap his arms around her waist and kiss her on the neck and shoulders. Suddenly, Abbey turned towards Ron and smiled. Their bodies were so close that if Ron were a foot shorter, or Abbey a foot taller, their lips would be close enough for a kiss. Ron and Abbey sat next to each other on his bed. At this point, they both knew they would be lovers, that it would only be a matter of moments, a matter of words. "Ron?" "Yeah?" "What are you thinking about?" "Right now?" "Yeah." "Honestly?" "No. I want you to lie to me." They both laughed. "Well..." Ron paused. "I'm thinking of just how great you are as a sax player --again, you're the best I've ever heard." Abbey smiled. "Well...you do know that the sax..." She put her head down and laughed again. "Well, I don't quite know how to say this..." "OK..." Abbey sighed. "You do know that the sax isn't the only thing I'd like to put in my mouth and blow..." "Really?" Abbey nodded. She then quickly stood up and unzipped her black dress, removing the straps from her pale shoulders and allowing the dress to fall to the floor. Ron's eyes were delighted by the freckled pale skin in front of him, covered only by a bra and thong panties. A cheeky Abbey put her thumb close to her mouth and blew on it. "I meant *that*, silly!" she winked. Ron chuckled as Abbey removed her bra, exposing her large breasts and pink nipples to him. He removed his jacket, shirt and pants, impressing her with his fit and muscular body; his bulging cock seemed ready to burst through his dark-green boxers. Abbey removed her panties as Ron removed his boxers; he was as fascinated by her shaved pink pussy as she was by his hardened black cock. Abbey and Ron were overwhelmed by passion as soon as their lips touched. She loved seeing his dark hands all over her fair body and the veins and head on his cock; he was enthralled by the softness of her milky white skin and the brightness of her red hair. Their lovemaking was intense and frantic; it was as though they had waited their entire lives for this moment, and never wanted it to end. Ron loved being inside of Abbey, and she was just as delighted by the sensation of his hard black cock thrusting into her. She had never fucked a man who was this focused on pleasing her; his hands, lips and tongue seemed to find their way to every part of her body, driving her to orgasm after orgasm. Even after he came, shooting a large load all over her breasts and stomach, he couldn't stop touching her, caressing her, kissing her, loving her. Abbey woke up to find Ron's large black hand on her pale arse; he had apparently given her arse one last squeeze before falling asleep. She smiled and kissed him repeatedly on his cheeks and lips to wake him up, hoping to receive one last fuck before she had to go. As she whispered good morning to him, she knew that this collaboration--both personal and professional--would last a very long time. Erin woke up in a cold sweat and heavy breathing. The 18 year old high school senior glared over to her alarm clock that read 4:30 am. It had happened again. Erin had been 18 for a little over two months as the new school year was getting into the swing of things. Her senior year was set to be one to remember for all of the right reasons. Captain of the volleyball team, 4.0 grade point average, cute boyfriend, and college all on the horizon. But as she stared at the ceiling of her room in her sweatpants, tank top, and ponytailed long brown hair she had to try to control her breathing as she reached over to her nightstand dresser to pull out her journal. She counted the pages as her delicate fingers slid through the book. This would be entry number 27 of this type of dream. This dream was so real and vivid that Erin could feel it rattle on inside her head as she began to put pen to paper. Somehow, she felt better when she wrote the dreams down hoping to find some sort of meaning behind them and try to figure out why they were happening. The dream looked the same as before, Erin was herself but was different. Her body felt bigger. She wasn't fat in the dreams but it seemed like her breasts were much bigger. An image in the dream gave Erin the idea her ass was much larger as well. Erin looked at the mirror in the corner of her room. She was a fit and toned volleyball player. No massive breasts or big ass for her. The mere idea of those on her seemed worthy of a laugh. Erin continued to write in the journal that once again her soft and long brown hair was replaced with platinum blonde. All of this was easy for Erin to pass off as a bizarre viewpoint in a dream. There was an incredible consistency to the dreams night after night but new details seemed to emerge as the nights went on. Erin distinctly noticed time and time again there was a wedding ring on her finger. A large wedding ring. As time began to pass in the dream, Erin realized she was on her honeymoon with her husband. Not only that but Erin knew in the dream she was deeply in love with her husband. A love she had never experienced before. While writing the notes in her journal, Erin could almost feel her pastel colored bedroom begin to get smaller and more narrow. The words she wrote seemingly flowing onto the page of the book as more details became unlocked in her mind. Erin was still a virgin and so what she wrote about experiencing seemed oddly foreign and also oddly alluring. In the dream, Erin realized she was naked and having sex with her husband. The details of what exactly was happening to her weren't clear but her enjoyment was real. Then in the dream when she looked down over her huge breasts down at the man who was enjoying her she saw... Erin dropped the pen and gasped. She had always expected to see her boyfriend Matt as the man who was her husband. The boyfriend that had asked her out three years ago. They had known each other for a decade as they went to the same church. They had sort of grown up together so it was natural for them to date. While nothing physical outside of hand holding and cuddling had happened, Erin and Matt were good Christians, the reality is it felt like soon they would become more physical. Erin cherished, rightly or wrongly, her virginity and had promised herself to wait until marriage to share her attractive, but reserved body, for her husband. Never, ever did Erin think for a minute that all of the dreams she had been having. All of the wonderment and erotic feeling invading her mind would ultimately be about Alan...Matt's dad. Erin's head went into her hands as tears began to roll down her cheeks. How in the world could this be so real and so constant? Erin wrote the name and underlined the name "Alan" in her journal. Seeing the name on paper was just as shocking as realizing he was the man she was married to in the dream. Alan Watkins was the 50 year old father of Matt. His first wife Kay had left Alan about five years ago to run off with her boss. Nobody had really heard from her since and the "scandal" of the pastor's wife leaving overnight had rocked the church of around 300 people in the bustling suburb. Alan had clearly gone through quite the down time but had bounced back a bit in the last year or two. Yet as Erin flipped through her journal of the other dreams she began to piece it together that the man she had dreamed about being with was Alan. The tall man with a broad chest left over from days long gone as a college football player had dark hair with a few specks of gray beginning to appear. Erin began to ponder everything she had written over the pages of the diary. As a believer in God, she had always believed God would call her to be with a man who shared her faith. In the years she knew Alan, he certainly was that as the pastor of the small and declining flock of people at First Baptist Church. As the clock began to progress more on this Sunday morning, Erin realized she would be face-to-face in a few hours with the man she had been having all of these vivid dreams about. Erin closed the journal and thought for a moment. Was it possible that God was telling her to be with Alan? Why was she a seemingly different person in the dreams? Why were the dreams happening so often? Erin was left pondering those questions as she faded off to sleep. Across town in a faded 1980s style split level home in need of repair, Alan Watkins awakes before his alarm was set to go off at 5 am. An early riser, the 50 year old man dreading the fact today was Sunday slides out of his bed before rising and stretching himself with his palms raised above his tall and still strong frame. Taking in deep breaths as he made his way into the shower to continue to wake up, Alan began the way he typically had for years since his wife had left him by dreaming of meeting his dream woman. The truth was the pastor in Alan had knowingly gotten worse over the past few years. Feelings of inadequacy, in his marriage, as a pastor, and as a father lingered deeply in him. As the warm water of the shower began to wash over him again, Alan began to go through the coping mechanisms he had established over the years. He began to wash and stroke his cock in the shower and dream of his perfect dream. She never really had a name and was truthfully a mash up of various actresses he had seen in recent years. As he stroked his growing and hard cock in the shower, Alan closed his eyes and thought again about how incredible it would be to have a young and busty blonde woman for his wife. He thought about all of the things he had learned about in recent years since his ex-wife left. How he would want to treat a new woman. The positions and acts and how this time he would be in command. Alan had never known his desires to be Dominant until his wife left him. To be in control. To have a woman be submissive to him. As a pastor, there was some level of an attempt to have a Biblical aspect to it. Men leading the household and being the spiritual leader were things he took very seriously. However, that didn't translate into the bedroom. He knew deep down that was a main part of the reason why Kay left him. There was no romance. No passion. No sex. Feeling his cock grow to its full size in his hands caused Alan to lose himself in his thoughts for a moment as he went to the images in his head of the woman he wanted to have. Then right as he was about to cum, a face finally popped into his head. Alan opened his eyes right as his cum began to shoot out of his fully erect cock. The line of cum was harder than any he had in a very long time. Alan leaned against the wall of the shower as he came down from the high of cumming as the warm water washed over his cum covered stomach. "Erin." Alan muttered out loud in a soft yet desiring growl. He had fianlly seen the face of the woman he desired and it was the face of his son Matt's girlfiend Erin. Alan worked his way through the rest of his shower but the image of Erin in all of her amplified curvy glory was a thought Alan had never really dreamed of having. Alan knew of course the naturally in shape and busty Erin was a senior and was already 18 but the image of her with even bigger breasts and a curvier ass plus blonde hair was something Alan couldn't come close to getting out of his mind. Alan looked down at his cock and realize it hadn't gone down yet. The thought of Erin in all of the busty blonde glory had kept Alan hard. Alan masturbated again. Now in the shower pumping his cock to the thought of an 18 year old Erin riding his cock caused Alan's cock to twitch harden beyond what it had done in a long time. Alan felt 20 years younger as cum flowed from his cock and down the drain of the shower for the second time that morning. Breathing heavily as he leaned against the wall of the shower, Alan came down from his sexual high. Guilt of him thinking of his son's girlfriend in such a way was washing over Alan as he stepped out of the shower and began to dry off. Guilt over being the pastor of the church where Erin and her family had been going for a decade burdened Alan. How could he let such thoughts enter his head? Alan looked at the clock and realized he had been in the shower for over an hour thinking about Erin. The thoughts Alan had next were about how bright and lovely Erin was as a person. A top student, a faithful participant at church, and a really sweet girlfriend to Matt. She really was a great girl who had a bright future ahead of her with the possibility of even playing college volleyball. Alan decided in that time that while the thoughts of Erin were intense and real he would ask God to find ways to separate those thoughts and Erin away from Alan. Even though deep down Alan knew he desperately wanted Erin, Alan couldn't help but think they were for all of the wrong reasons. Alan was left to ponder all of the ramifications of his deep desires as he got ready for Sunday morning. As a pastor of a declining church, Alan felt like each Sunday was only one more closer to the merciful end of his preaching career. He certainly started out loving every minute of his calling and work but when Kay left...everything changed. The divorce had been done for over two years but Alan's descent had already begun. Knowing the physical connection had been gone for too long in his marriage with Kay, Alan had attempted in his single life to committing to getting into better shape and even studying a bit more of what might get women more interested in physical intimacy. This had mostly derailed for him as he quickly found himself more interested in exploring porn and attempting to rediscover the lustful side of him in hopes of making himself more passionate. As Alan looked at himself in the mirror as he put on his Sunday morning suit and tied his light blue tie, he couldn't help but look in the mirror and wonder about the man looking back at him. "It feels like you might be a monster." Alan says to himself as he calmly ties his tie with a calm look on his face. Deep down, Alan knows everything he has been lusting for in his life now has a poignant and real person to target...Erin. As Alan puts on his shoes and finishes up final touches, he thinks back to the college football player he used to be. The massively competitve fighter he used to be. Alan knows himself and deep down he knows the Alan of decades ago would have seen someone like Erin and gone at her with everything he could. As Alan got into his fully refurbished 1994 Ford F 150 truck and made his way to the church the thoughts of what he might be willing to do to try to steal his son's girlfriend haint him. The truck was a symbol of the type of competitor Alan could become. After Kay left, he bought the truck at an auction and over a couple years refurbished the truck from bumper to bumper himself. Alan prided himself on his craftsmanship of the truck as it roared down the road. The truck was a symbol of rebirth for him plus showed him he was capable of doing something worthwhile. As Alan pulled into the church parking lot, he could feel that he was likely much closer to grabbing something else that had alluded him in his life restart...a wife. The crisp fall morning sunrise was in full effect as the humble church with its brown brick and pitched roof leading to a cross at the top beckoned to Alan to be a pastor to his people. Alan unlocked the front door and went down the hall past the modest sanctuary painted in mostly white with wood accents and pews with red fabric. The look of the church was dated but everything about it feels like it is existing on borrowed time. Alan unlocked his office. It was a good sized room taken up with a large desk and regal looking leather chair. Two simpler chairs sit on the other side of the desk. The entire wall on the far end of the room has floor to ceiling shelfs filled with a whole range of books on topics such as religion, marriage, counseling, psychology, and famous literature. Alan prided himself on reading and understanding as much he could on any topic that might help him in his profession. As he sat down at his desk today, a wave of thought and feeling came over him. All he could think about was the possibility of getting closer to Erin. He had ideas and a plan for what might be possible but Alan quickly decided if he was going to actually think about making a run towards a younger woman...let alone an 18 year old woman...than he would need to present a much more attractive narrative. Alan knew his looks weren't going to change much but perhaps his opportunities might especially if he redid the way he presented himself. Referencing his notes for his sermon in a couple of hours, Alan decided he knew what he needed. He needed to change from the dreary and just trying to maintain Alan into a man and pastor who would be more interesting. Perhaps someone Erin would even like to work for or even fall in love with.
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Angie was a bit of a slut and she loved rough sex. But it was getting harder and harder to meet men outside of work because she liked to keep her slutty side separate from her professional life. She had found her current date on a sex forum where she'd talked about her desire to be treated like a slut. Angie had told him her deepest fantasies, including being fucked in public. He had told her that her fantasies were hot and he would love to fuck her while everyone watched. He had managed to convince her after a week of messaging to meet up. Will was quite good looking, in a clean cut way. He had light brown hair and blue eyes and she liked that he was fairly tall and quite muscular. He said he loved petite Asian women, the sluttier the better. Angie knew she was exactly his type. She had long black hair and dark brown eyes. She was 5'1" and 115 lbs with 32E tits, which were round and perky, just a bit of underboob crease, topped with fairly thick nipples. She knew her tits were her best attribute, though sometimes she wished they were bigger. But mostly she was glad she didn't need to wear a bra. Today, she decided to be bold. It wasn't like Will knew her. Besides, he said he liked his women slutty. Angie had obliged by not wearing any underwear. She had chosen a low cut cropped sweater top with buttons all the way down the middle that hugged the swells of her tits. Will's eyes had zeroed in on her nipples. They were pretty obviously poking out and they weren't even as stiff as they could get. Though Angie was excited enough that her nipples were a bit hard. She'd paired the top with a miniskirt that had a deep slit. "You look amazing!" he said, hugging her in greeting. Will looked good himself, he was wearing dark slim straight leg jeans and a button up shirt which he casually rolled up the sleeves. His shirt was unbuttoned enough that she could see some chest hair, which she liked. "You do too," she said softly, letting her tits brush against his chest. "Shall we?" He offered his arm, which Angie took. They went into the seedy looking bar, which Will had selected because he said it was never that crowded, which would be better for a first date. Angie had never been to this bar before and noticed that she was the only woman inside and that it wasn't busy. The interior was quite dark and it was poorly lit, she could barely make out anyone's face. Maybe the crowd would come later. Will motioned for her to grab a table. He went to the bar to get their drinks while she settled into the small booth. She deliberately sat in a way that caused her skirt to ride up her thighs and it was barely covering her thong clad pussy. She stared at him appreciatively as he carried the drinks back and parted her thighs a little so that if he was looking at the right angle he could see her pussy. She had asked for a gimlet and he'd gotten a whiskey neat. She didn't have the highest tolerance due to her lack of enzymes that allowed her to break down alcohol. She already had an Asian glow and she'd barely had half of her drink, but she found alcohol helped loosen her up even more and made her more extroverted. Angie was leaning against him and he had his arm around her shoulders. His hand was dangling down and his fingers were lightly touching the top of her tit, which was bare because of how low cut her top was. Her nipples were poking out even more as she felt her heart pounding faster in her chest. Will lowered his head and his lips brushed against her ear. "I knew you were a slut as soon as I saw you," he said huskily as slid his fingers down and he pinched her nipple through her top. "Only a slut dresses like you with her nipples poking out and wearing a short skirt that shows her shaved cunt. You really do want everyone to see your slutty body." Angie moaned softly as he tugged lightly on her nipple. Will chuckled lowly and he reached down with his other hand, placing it on the slit of her skirt. She spread her legs and he pulled her skirt up so he could see her cunt He pressed his fingers against her pussy lips and she knew he could feel how damp she was. "Already ready for me," he said with smug satisfaction. "You really are a fucking slut." Will slipped a finger into her cunt, which was snug around his thick finger. She gasped when he added another finger and he began fucking her in the booth with his fingers. She knew she had asked for this, dressing the way she had dressed, but even she was surprised by how much she was letting him do in such a public setting. She could feel her pussy become quite wet when he abruptly removed his fingers and he lifted it up to her mouth. He pressed his fingers against her lips and she licked her juices off of his fingers without him having to ask her. Will then took his whiskey and polished it off. Angie gulped down the rest of the drink and he got to his feet, dragging her along with him. He bought a round of shots and they drank it at the bar. He then ordered another shot and she protested a little before guzzling it down with him. She was definitely feeling the booze. Will slung his arm on her shoulder, his hand draped over her tit. He laughed at something the bartender said and his fingers were now on top of her nipple. Angie could feel her nipple hardening and he rubbed her nipple in front of the bartender. "Do you like when I play with your tits in public?" he whispered into her ear. Will pressed his cock against her lush ass and she could feel how hard he was. He grinned at the bartender and said loudly, "I think we need another round of shots." Angie shook her head, she was already quite tipsy after one drink and two shots. The bartender poured them another shot and he was holding it out to them. Suddenly Will shoved into her and her tits ran into the shots, soaking her top, which outlined her nipples even more. "Sorry about that!" exclaimed Will, though he was grinning even wider. The bartender shoved some napkins over to them. Will grabbed them and he began to aggressively wipe the wet stains on her top. Angie gasped when he pulled her neckline down and exposed her nipples to the bartender. He rubbed the napkins on her tits, which did have a bit of alcohol on them. "Fuck," said the bartender. "Look at those tits!" Angie was aware that other men that were standing nearby were also leering at her exposed tits. It was so dark though, she couldn't really see them clearly, but someone had taken out a phone and put their flashlight on, which was aimed at her tits. Her nipples were so stiff from the physical and mental stimulation. She'd told Will that she'd always fantasized about baring her tits in public, but she hadn't thought he'd do it this soon. "Damn," said a dark haired, tanned man who was standing the closest. He was staring straight at her tits. "She's got some big fucking nipples." Angie realized that unless she pulled her top up, Will was just going to let these men ogle her tits. She tried to pull her top back up, but she had been so distracted by the men's salacious looks that she hadn't noticed that Will had unbuttoned her top and made it impossible for her to cover herself back up quickly. "You said you wanted to be treated like the slut you are," taunted Will into her ear as he wrapped his arms tightly around her, trapping her arms at her sides. "You told me your fantasies about being used and abused by men." He cupped her tits and squeezed them for all the men to see. "Did you notice something special about this bar?" "There's only men here," she whispered so that only he could really hear. Will parted his fingers and allowed her nipples to poke through and he pressed his fingers together, pinching her nipples between them. Angie moaned, she couldn't help it. Alcohol always took away her inhibitions and she loved having her nipples played with. "This is a bar for men to bring their sluts," he said, capturing her nipples in his fingers and twisting them. "It's the perfect place to act out all your fantasies." Angie moaned even louder and she could feel all eyes on her and even though her heart was pounding in her chest, she was secretively thrilled at all of the attention. Her pussy was so wet and she was pushing her ass back against Will's erection. "This is Angie and she's an Asian slut!" declared Will loudly as he punctuated his sentence by pulling on her nipples. Angie realized she was an even bigger slut than she'd thought. She was so turned on by being displayed in front of all these men. There was a small crowd around her, but no one was touching her except for Will. He stepped back, pulling her with him so the men could surround her. He shoved his knees between her legs and she had no choice but to spread them wide. Her skirt rode up and her pussy was exposed. "The slut is dripping!" Angie felt the light shining on her cunt. "Are you ready to get fucked?" he said darkly, pinching down harder on her aching nipples. "Please..." she begged. Angie could feel her head buzzing from all the booze and she could feel a strong pressure building inside of her. She really wanted to cum. She didn't care that she was in a bar and that these men would see her pussy getting pounded. It was dark enough that no one had really gotten a good look at her face. They were mostly interested in looking at her slutty body and in a way that made her feel almost anonymous. "Please what?" "Please fuck me!" she shouted. Will released her nipples and unfastened his jeans. His big dick, which was long and thick, sprang free. He grabbed her hips and he plunged into her soaking pussy. She could feel the rough teeth of the metal zipper scrape her soft skin. Angie screamed in delight as his cock stretched her tight pussy. Her tits were bouncing wildly with each deep thrust. The men were all watching and taking turns to grope her tits. Will kept hammering into her and Angie could feel her cunt convulsing as she came hard on his cock. "Are you on the pill?" he rasped as he pulled her hair. "Yes!" she shouted and he slammed into her, coating her cunt with long spurts of cum. "Fuck," she said as he pulled out of her pussy. "Get on your knees, slut," he said. "Lick me clean." Angie got down on her knees and licked Will's big dick clean. She tasted her pussy juices and his cum. When she was done, he dragged her up by her long black hair and he pulled her arms behind her back, so that her tits jutted out even more. All the men in the bar, about ten of them were surrounding her, even the bartender was there. "Her cunt and shithole belong to me," said Will, "but Angie loves having her tits abused." He pulled out his iPhone and on his screen was a photo she'd shared with him with her tits tied and clothespins pinching her nipples. "Tonight her tits are available to torture." "Fuck, that's hot," said the dark hair, tanned man who had been fascinated with her nipples. "Does anyone have clothespins?" The bartender ran behind the bar and pulled out a set of wooden clothespins. Someone held up the light so it highlighted her tits. The tanned man grabbed them and he didn't hesitate snapping them onto her nipples. Angie cried out when the clothespin bit down on her sore nipples. She couldn't move, though. Will wasn't letting her go anywhere. "You like that slut?" sneered the tanned man as he flicked the clothespins several times and further stimulated her pain receptors. "My turn," said the bartender. He had also found some rope and he grabbed her tit, wrapping the coarse, thin rope tightly around her titties until they were bulging in their constraints. One by one, the men each took their turn to play with her tits. One released her nipples from the clothespin only to let them snap back as soon as she felt the blood return. Angie screamed as the clothespins had hurt even more the second time as he let the spring do all the work without any resistance from his fingers. The tanned man had snapped them onto her nipples more slowly. Another pulled her nipples by the clothespin and elongated her nipples. Angie could feel her orgasm building again. She knew that if she was stimulated enough she could cum from her nipples alone. Some of them squeezed her tied up tits, others twisted and flicked the clothespins on her nipples. Her tits and nipples had never hurt so much before. The last man, who had a red beard, untied her tits and unsnapped her clothespins. She groaned as she felt the blood rush back into her tits and nipples. Was that all he was going to do? Angie yelped when he slapped her tit. He then slapped her other tit. He alternated slapping her tits until they were bright red, which matched the Asian glow on her face, not that anyone cared. The light was aimed at her tits, not her face. He finished off his turn by twisting and tugging on her nipples. That was all it took for Angie to cum spectacularly, squirting her pussy juices onto the floor. "Fuck, she really does like her tits abused!" "Her pussy just squirted!" "What a slut!" Will grabbed her tits hard and he imprinted his hands onto her soft flesh. "You are my slut," he hissed. "Do you understand? Whatever I want you to do, you'll do!" "I understand." Will slapped her tit brutally, much harder than the bearded man. His handprint was visible on her right titty. "You are my slut now," he said harshly, "and you will address yourself as this slut and you will address me as master." "Yes, master!" Will slapped her other tit, marking both her tits with his hand. Angie had never had any man treat her like this before, especially not one she had just met. But she had shared a lot about herself to him, feeling like it was safe when he had no idea who she was except what she presented and she had presented herself as a slut who wanted to be used and abused. Angie was so aroused that she couldn't think straight. The alcohol didn't help either. She was definitely feeling like she was under the influence. "Thank these men for treating you like the filthy slut you are," said Will, crushing her tits in his hands. "This filthy slut thanks you for abusing her tits and nipples!" she cried out, thoroughly humiliated and sexually so stimulated. The men laughed at her, and Angie wondered if Will was really going to keep her cunt and ass to himself. She could see several cocks straining in their pants. She had never mentioned a gangbang or double penetration to him. She wondered if he was going to give her to all these men. So far he'd just fulfilled fantasies that she had detailed to him. Then again she hadn't thought telling him her fantasies was going to make them a reality. "Turn around slut," ordered Will. Angie obeyed quickly and Will began buttoning up her top. He had left the top three undone and her reddened tits were mostly exposed, though her nipples were covered. Still after all the stimulation, her thick nipples stuck out lewdly. Will yanked her skirt down but her thong was long gone. "Let's get going," he said and held out his arm. Angie took his arm and they walked out of the seedy bar into the darkening night. Her tits were swaying as Will was tall and he had a long stride. She needed to take at least two strides to keep up with him. She was glad her face was already red from the alcohol because she could blame her reddened tits on the booze as well. No one had to know that her tits were red because she let herself be slapped like a slutty cunt. "Damn! Didn't know Asian girls had such big boobies!" she heard someone say as they walked by a group of men. "Her nipples look huge!" Angie blushed into her Asian flush. Her nipples were quite swollen and distended from being pinched and pulled earlier. She was a bit self conscious about how much they protruded in her top. "Men love sluts," said Will, stopping all of a sudden, "especially Asian sluts." Angie was put off balance by the unexpected change in momentum and he caught her in his arms. He whirled her around, where the group of men were still standing. Will lowered his head and said wickedly, "Show them your big Asian boobies." He then shoved her over to them and followed after her. Angie was glad that it was fairly dark and that there weren't that many people out on a Wednesday night. She didn't know why she felt so compelled to listen to Will, but she already felt such a huge need to submit to his whims. She normally wouldn't be out during the week like this and she definitely wouldn't be pulling down her top so that her tits spilled out. But she's already let a group of men at a bar watch her get fucked and then play with her tits like she was their fucktoy. Still it was so dim in the bar that no one could really see her face clearer. It was brighter out here with the street lights. These men could definitely see her face, but Angie could tell they were mainly looking at her tits. Will grinned and he slid the top off of her shoulders so that it gathered around her waist. "You should tell them why your titties are so red," he whispered into her ear. "I'm sure they're curious." Angie was burning with embarrassment, but not all the men were looking at her yet though the one who had commented on her boobies was definitely looking at her. "My titties were slapped," she said. "They can't hear you, speak louder!" he exclaimed. "My titties were slapped!" she yelled, which caught all of their attention. The men crowded around her like they had in the bar and she didn't know who slapped her tits first, but soon they were all taking turns slapping her titties. Angie was sobbing because she had already taken so much abuse earlier and her tits were so sore, but she could also feel her pussy getting wetter. Why was she such a fucking slut? One man tried to reach for her pussy, but Will grabbed his wrist and stopped him. "Her cunt belongs to me." The men settled for slapping her tits. Angie didn't realize that her tits could get even redder, but they did. Eventually the men grew bored of hitting her tits and Will wiped her tears away and buttoned her top up. Her tits were aching so badly, but she shuddered when he twisted her nipples in a way that made her clit throb. "You are a true slut," said Will as he tugged so deliciously at her nipples. "I knew it when you sent me that photo of your nipples in those clothespins and I knew I had to make you mine." - Will had just dropped Angie off at her apartment. She lived in a fancy high rise building and he enjoyed watching her hips sashay as she walked in with her high heels. He had pushed Angie quite far today and she had reacted like a true slut. She might have cried when the men were slapping her sore tits on the street, but he had felt how wet she was afterwards. When he had first messaged her, Will had no idea what to expect from this self-proclaimed slut. He had dated plenty of women who said they were slutty and didn't come close to meeting his sexual needs. He had an overwhelming compulsion to dominate and degrade a woman. He needed a slut who would submit to him completely and she needed to be a masochist since he was a sadist. His dick had gotten so hard the first time he had convinced her to send him a photo of her topless. She had told him her measurements, but that hadn't prepared him for what her tits would look like. She had pretty big boobs for a petite Asian girl. They were round, with just a hint of sag. He liked how perky they were. She would never need a bra. Her nipples were even better. She had complained they were a bit big, but he liked how lewd they looked when they were poking out in her top. Who would have thought she'd be even better in person? He smiled lasciviously, thinking how she'd reacted to him pulling down her top to dry her tits. She had been embarrassed, but so splendidly submissive when he had exposed her tits to the men at the bar. He had then fucked her like the slut she was, fulfilling her fantasy for public sex. But even he had been surprised at how well she had taken to her tits being titillated by multiple men. They had been quite rough, especially the man with the red beard, who had slapped her tits until they were red. Will had loved when her pussy had squirted. He had known she liked a little pain from the photo she'd sent with the clothespin, but she liked it more than just a little and he had seen it for himself. It had been so fucking hot to mark her tits with his slaps and make her his slut. The best thrill was forcing her to obey his commands to show her tits on the street to those men and watch them slap her tits until she cried. He had always been a possessive asshole, he had never liked to share his toys, especially with his older brother. Still there was something quite stimulating about watching his slut get her tits groped and abused by other men knowing that they would never get to taste her cunt or ass for themselves. It had also been the ultimate test of submission, to see if Angie really was the slut he'd been searching for. Will glanced down at his iPhone where he had dozens of photos of her in progressively more explicit poses. The first photo had been of her topless, the last photo that had been sent this morning with her fingers spreading her pussy apart with her tits tied up in ropes and her nipples pinched by clamps. He had asked for progressively more provocative material and she had complied, much as she had obeyed him tonight even as he had pushed her into acting out her most explicit fantasies. Angie truly was a big titty, Asian slut-- and now she was his submissive slut. Work was a real bitch today from start to finish, if it was not my supervisor complaining about reports, it was other staff members, who were supposed to be on my project team, not doing their part. So, when I headed home, I decided to treat myself to a night out, just to kick the weekend off right. I had a bite to eat, then hit the shower, threw on some clothes and headed to the local club, just a few blocks from my apartment. I got a little earlier than the main crowd which I normally liked to do to get a good spot at the end of the bar. People were filtering in, with many of them being very nice- looking women. Friday night was ladies drinks half off night, so I knew there would be a lot of eye candy around the bar and the dance floor. I sat down and ordered a bourbon and water and chatted a bit with the bartender, Pete, a good friend of mine for many years. We just started talking when this tall, gorgeous raven- haired woman, came up to the bar a few stools away, to get a drink. Pete got her drink order and set to mixing it up for her. She was beautiful, as I could not help but get a good long look at her. Her hair came straight down a little past her shoulders, her skin was porcelain white and flawless, and her lips full and pouty. They were deep red in color as if she had just dipped them in blood. My eyes continued to travel down her slender body wrapped so snuggly in a short black dress that just accentuated her every attribute. Her legs, just like the rest of her, perfect, toned and long, all the way down to her strapped heel encased feet. Wow, I was in lust already. She looked my way as my eyes had just moved back to her face, and she smiled at me and said in a very seductive voice, "Hello there, looks like it's going to be a fun night, right?" I smiled nodding my head and said, "Yes, it sure does." I tried to be cool but her eyes, those icy, clear blue eyes, piercing deep into my soul, told her otherwise. She smiled a most alluring smile, nodded to me, then walked over and sat down on the stool next to me. My insides began to get nervous, as I glanced at Pete, him looking back with a grin on his face, then back to her. "I'm Cassandra," she said, holding out her hand, palm facing down. I was not sure whether I should take her hand and kiss it or just gently shake it. My brain was a jumble, so I chose the latter. "Nice to meet you, Cassandra, my name is Kevin," I managed to say weakly. I do not know what power this gorgeous creature possessed but she managed to turn me to goo inside. "Hello Kevin, nice to meet you, too," she said. We began making some small talk, with the usual, age, where are you from, what do you do for a living, what part of town do you live in, all the basic info to get to know each other, but there was something about her that I just could not put my finger on. I know one thing was for sure, this seductress of a woman had me in her power. After a few drinks, Cassandra asked me to dance with her and there was no way I could say no to her. So, she took my hand and led me to the dance floor. A particular slow kind of a beat came on and she turned and looked at me with those eyes of hers, as I felt her raw sexual energy just reach out and grab my very soul. We danced a slow grind, our bodies in pressing together as she turned away, pushing her ass right into my crotch, taking my hands into her and running them up and down her incredibly hot body. Good lord, this woman was making me crazy inside. She turned back around as our hips sashayed in unison to the beat, her hand coming up to the side of my face as she looked at me with pure hunger in her eyes. I swear I saw crystal fire in them. We danced to several songs, before she led me back to our seats, the music seeming going back to its original funky beat as soon as she stepped off the dance floor. I did not have a care in the world at that moment as I felt like I was a puppy on her leash. We had more drinks and danced for another hour or so before she leaned into me, whispering in my ear, "Kevin, take me home to your place." How I heard her whisper over the loud beat going on around us, I will never know, but I heard it and those words traveled deep inside my mind. I smiled and nodded to her, paid our tab and the two of us headed out the door. I hailed a cab over and began the short trip to my apartment. She did not say a word, nor could I in my seduced state. She would just look at me and smile, the most mesmerizing smile I have ever seen. We no sooner got into the door of my apartment and she was on me. jumping into my arms, wrapping her long legs tightly around me, kissing me like I have never been kissed before, with a deep passionate hunger that nearly knocked me off my feet. I carried her like that, or more like I staggered with her on me like that, into my bedroom and onto the bed. We kissed hard and feverish, our hands all over each other as clothing began to come off. In an instant we were completely naked as I took all her in. Skin as white as snow, her small breast accented by her pencil eraser deep red nipples, the very same color as her lips. Taking full control, she pushed her head down to her sex, as she spread her legs to give me access to her heat. She had a sparse amount of coal black pubic hair just barely decorating the sides of her sweet puffy lips, up over her pubic mound. She guided my face to her as she spread open more, her inner lips parting like the most beautiful flower opening for the first sunshine of the day. My lips made contact with her and she closed her eyes, moaning that sounded so close to a growl. Her flesh was like fire in my mouth as I could not get enough of her, sucking her lips in, tasting her nectar as it flowed, licking around her engorged clit, while her hands held my head like a vice. Her body shook uncontrollably as she reached her violent climax, nearly breaking my neck in the process. She was powerfully strong, but I did not care, I wanted more of her, as I feasted on her gorgeous hot cunt, but then she pulled at me, wanting me to move up on her. I climbed up her svelte body as he legs wrapped around me once more, her hand reaching down and guiding my hard cock into her. There was no resistance, as I sank deep inside her, but the interior muscles of her sweet pussy were strong like the rest of her, massaging my entire thickness. She cried out her passion, her arms locking around me and her fingernails digging deep into my back as I began a slow grind in and out of her. She was writhing under me like a wild animal, her sounds of passion the which I have never heard. Then in a heartbeat, she threw me onto my back, my cock never leaving her insides, and began riding me like I was a wild bronco, slamming her pussy up and down on me, growling and whining, as I laid there in a trance holding onto her hips. I began to believe that Cassandra was going to fuck me into oblivion, and I was powerless to think otherwise. I could no longer contain myself as my insides began to boil, rising from my depths and sending me into spasms, as I began to pump my hot seed into her depths, our bodies now thrashing together in animalistic fashion. Suddenly, she let out a sound that raised every hair on my body, threw herself down on me, sinking her teeth into my neck! What the fuck? In a flash I was back to reality, trying desperately to get her off me, as it seemed her teeth were getting longer, sinking them deeper into my flesh. I could not even budge her. She had me locked in her arms, her legs gripping my hips and her pussy gripping my cock like a clamp. Her strength was not human, and neither was she as she fed on me, draining the life out of me, making those un-Godly sounds as while she did. My vision around me quickly began to fade as I made my last feeble efforts to free myself before my body went completely limp. Then the world went black. I do not know how long I was out, but when I came to, everything around me seemed like it was new. The air, the sounds and the smells were like nothing I had ever experienced. I looked down at my body, partially covered by my bed sheet, and my skin was now porcelain white just like, Cassandra's! I jumped up out of bed so quickly that I nearly knocked over my end table. I moved out into the living room with hardly taking a step, almost as if I were flying. Standing there, looking just as gorgeous as she did the first time, I laid eyes on her, was Cassandra. She had on a long red dress with black gloves that went up past her elbows, her hair pulled up into a tight bun, her lips looking as luscious as ever and those eyes of hers, once more piercing through me harder than her teeth did. I stood there frozen in place, not a stitch of clothing on as I stared at her. "Babe, maybe you should get dressed now, the others are expecting us soon," she said in the sweetest of voices as if an angel were whispering in my ear, but she was no angel, not even close. "What the fuck happened, Cassandra," I demanded from her. "Kevin, let's get you dressed first and I will explain as you do," she said as she came over to me. In a reflexive move, I backed away. "Kevin, please babe, everything is okay now, my love," she said comforting me, as she stepped closer, then wrapping her arms around me, and gently kissing me on the lips. My body relaxed and I felt a powerful, intense feeling of love for this woman, or demon, or whatever she was. "Come now, we need to get going or we are going to be late," she said to me as she led me back into the bedroom. There hanging on the door hook was a tuxedo, pressed and ready for me to put on. As I started to get dressed, she stood there watching with a smile then began to talk. "Kevin, as you are aware from our first time together, I am no ordinary woman. I am a vampire. When I met you at the club the other night, I had all intentions of drinking you dry and leaving you behind, like all the other men that I have fed on before, but there was something about you that changed me. I wanted you close to me. I wanted you to be my partner." It was a struggle to grasp the words she was saying, and I asked, "So does that mean, I am still alive then or what?" "No, Kevin, you are now part of us, you are now one of the undead that walk this earth. Before your heart stopped beating, and I knew that I wanted you, so I stopped feeding on you, then gave you some of my blood, to make you like me. It took a couple days for you to recover, but now that you are awake, you must feel the change in you, right? "Yes, I did. As soon as I woke up, I could see so much more clearly and smell everything around me. My body feels incredible and I feel immensely powerful inside," I said to her, beginning to smile, feeling like a whole new universe just opened the door and let me inside. Cassandra smiled, walked over, and helped me straighten my tuxedo jacket and my bow tie, then gave me another sweet tender kiss. She then added, "We have to be cautious though, you are still not used to your strength and speed, so I will keep close to you, to help keep you in a human pace and to help you deal with your hunger for blood as it descends upon you once through every lunar cycle." "Does that mean we have to kill people," I asked as we began to walk out the door. "No, normally we have a supply of blood donated to us to keep our hunger satisfied, however, once every ten years or so, the bloodlust takes us over and we have to sacrifice a human to fill our desires. You were my sacrifice, but I had to have you," she said as she looked at me with pure love in her eyes. We paused in the hallway as we kissed an overly sweet lingering kiss. She pulled back and smiled. I felt a deep connection and love that I could never have comprehended before in my life. We continued talking going down the elevator. "So where exactly are we going," I asked. "We are going to meet up with the others like us. They are throwing us a party and it is in your honor, Kevin. We are going to celebrate our new partnership and they are celebrating you as a newborn among us." She looped her arm in mine as the elevator door opened and we stepped out into the night. A limousine waited for us near the door with the driver holding the door for us. He tipped his cap as we climbed in, close it behind us and drove away. "What about my job, I have to go into work, or they will fire me if I don't show," I asked her with sudden urgency. "Kevin, you no longer have to worry about your job or any financial things for that matter. Everything will be fine, you will see," Cassandra said in a reassuring voice. We arrived in front of an exceptionally large mansion on the outskirts of the city, the place humming with others arriving and going in. The limo stopped and we got out to head inside. As we got through the doors walking into a large ballroom filled with people, they turned to see us and began to clap their hands. I felt like I was the President arriving at a summit. Cassandra turned me towards her, kissed me deeply and passionately as the crowd roared their approval. She smiled as she pulled back, "Welcome to my world, Kevin."
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_A high school senior gets a naughty blessing from Aphrodite._ ***** "Come to me, sweetheart. Are you afraid of me? I don't look scary, do I?" "N-no. Just stay away from me." The gorgeous sex goddess sitting on the edge of my bed twirled a strand of her black hair around a finger and winked at me. Suddenly, all I could do was stare at her body and drool at the sight. She had the most beautiful face I had seen in my entire life. Her porcelain smooth skin and small plump lips made it difficult to resist kissing her. My eyes strayed downwards towards her perfectly shaped breasts. The thin white cloth clung onto her skin and proudly showed off her protruding nipples. The dress covered not more than half of her butt and her fleshy thighs were completely exposed. My behaviour has never been this perverted. I wanted to touch her and pleasure her. I wanted to drag her on the bed and play with her. That was all I could think of at the moment. I came back to my senses when she giggled and pointed towards my boxers. I had a raging hard on. "Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" I quickly grabbed a pillow to cover myself. I had never been so out of control. "Don't be embarrassed. I get that reaction quite often and thoroughly enjoy it. I bet you have a lot of questions right now." "Yes. Who the fuck are you? What are you doing in my bedroom in the middle of the night? Why are you in that kind of clothing? You know what? Just get out." "So many questions. Get comfortable because all that explaining is going to take a while." She started crawling towards me as I stared at her hanging breasts. Before I could process the entire situation, she threw away the pillow and sat down on my lap. I tried to push her away and yell at her but my body wouldn't take my orders. I couldn't move. "Stop struggling, cutie. I am a goddess and I am going to make you do whatever I want." She smiled sweetly at me. My hands started moving without my consent. They raised themselves and rested on her shoulders. Meanwhile, my boner was getting harder and the panic was clear in my eyes. My fingers started pushing down the straps of her dress. I couldn't help envision what I was going to see and my fingers started trembling. Completely pulling down her dress would have been bad enough but she had other plans for me. My hands moved towards the middle and my fingers rested against her cleavage. In a quick motion, I tore it open and started groping her breasts. She started moaning and humping me. Soon I realized that she had withdrawn her powers. She no longer controlled me but I didn't stop. I wanted her to not come back to her senses for as long as possible. I wanted her to keep rubbing her bare pussy against my crotch. So I decided to play with her myself because that was what she wanted anyway. I stopped groping her breasts and instead pinched her nipples. Her moaning made the experience even better. I was pleasuring her. I was playing with her. She pulled my head towards herself and I instinctively started sucking on her nipple. The skin on her chest was flushed and I could feel the moisture on my boxers. But this was not enough... As if reading my mind, she turned around and raised her butt in the air, inches away from my face, and looked at me with puppy eyes. All those wet dreams of mine were finally coming true. Her pink pussy was dripping wet. I placed my palm on it and rubbed it gently as she encouraged me with a helpless whimper. I pinched her clit and tasted her liquid. It was warm and sweet. The smell turned me on even more and I hungrily drank her juices. She started clawing on my bed sheets as it got more intense. Finally, I could see her trying to move away but, I was nowhere near satisfied. I firmly held her thighs and smashed her swollen pussy against my tongue. "Ah! Stop it!" She desperately tried to get out of my hold. She could if she truly wanted to but she didn't. Her reluctance and my increasingly apparent dominance over her turned me on even more. "You started this and I will finish this." I pressed a thumb on her clit and massaged it while lapping away on her pussy. Now she was screaming at the top of her voice but honestly, I didn't care even if my parents caught us. I rubbed her faster and faster until her pussy throbbed and flooded in my mouth. She lied on her stomach with her hips on my lap, still heaving from the effect of her orgasm. Her torn dress draped around her small waist and her legs were still spread wide apart. I was still completely turned on but still somewhat satisfied with making her cum. Her appearance magically returned to its original state and she sat on the window sill, calm and composed. "I never expected this from a boy like you." "I still need my answers." I replied with a cocky grin. "You want to know why I came here?" "Yes." "Well...I was peeking through windows and your body caught my attention. Just my type, if you know what I mean. A tall, lean body with just enough muscle, a pretty face and a strong..." "Wait. Why were you peeking inside my bedroom? And who are you?" "I am Aphrodite. Not the original one from mythology, of course. I was named Aphrodite and you can think of me as a...fairy, I guess? I have the powers of controlling people's sexual desires. Every now and then, I look for people having wet dreams and give them an experience of a lifetime. Just for fun." She crossed her legs seductively and adjusted the straps of her dress before continuing, "I was expecting you to be timid and came here with a mood for some soft sex. But you held me down and made me cum. The spontaneity of the situation got me dripping wet. I am very impressed, I must say." "I'm sorry but I can't believe this non-sense." A gorgeous, barely-dressed, sex-hungry 'fairy' who was impressed with my skill of making girls orgasm was way too good to be true. "I did enjoy this but you need to leave this house before I report you for stalking me." "Oh my, how sad! You don't believe me?" A mischievous smirk played on her lips. "Nevertheless, I want to reward you. It will also clear up any suspicions you have regarding me." She tiptoed across the room and wrapped her soft arms around my neck as she proceeded to kiss me on my lips. I felt her breasts touching my chest while her tongue grazed my lips. Before I could kiss her deeply, she pulled away and returned to the window. "That should do the work. You will be my source of entertainment for this week." "W-what are you talking about?" I pretended to be indifferent although the kiss had got me totally flustered. "If you think about any human, you have directly interacted with in real life, while jerking off, that person is going to be insanely aroused and uncontrollably attracted to you whenever you are around them or whenever they think about you. Any sexual activity with you is going to be a thousand times more pleasurable for them. Basically, you can have any girl, or boy, you want. But only for a week. So use your time wisely." "Stop talking bullshit!" I could feel goosebumps on my skin as I already started imagining the possible scenarios. "Even if what you said was true, why would I do something like that?" "Please don't disappoint me, cutie. I have very high hopes. I will be following you around and watching you. I will hide my presence so don't worry about that. Keep me entertained and I might extend your reward for another week." What is wrong with this girl? How could I even believe her for a second? What is she even talking about? "Listen, Noah. Even if you don't believe me now, please try it for once. If it doesn't work, no harm done anyway." She walked over to me and pulled my cheek, making me feel like a kid. I pushed her hand away. "All right, I need to leave now. See you soon, cutie." Saying that she jumped out of my window. "Are you crazy? What the fuck?" I rushed to my window to see if she was okay, or rather, if she was still alive. But she was nowhere to be seen. I rubbed my eyes groggily as I tried to distinguish between dreams and reality. I need to cut down on my porn. Halfway to the school, it had started raining. I hate umbrellas. So I decided to make a run for it. Considering the other days, I was relatively dry when I reached school. I was drying off my short messed-up hair with the spare towel in front of my locker when I saw her walk past me. Kira. She was wearing her favorite oversized t-shirt with shorts and cute rain boots. Her glasses rested low on the bridge of her nose as she intently read something on her phone, a subtle smile on her lips. Her slightly wet clothes were stuck onto her back, making her bra visible. "Hey, Noah! What's up?" She turned around, suddenly noticing my presence. "What?" I tried to feign indifference. Much to my utter horror, the tone of my voice was very rude. High level bitchy rude. She glared at me for a couple of seconds before shaking her head. "And people wonder why you don't have a girlfriend. You're communication skills belong to an original asshole." She quickly turned around and went on her way. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I have to be such a jerk around her? I slammed my head against the locker door and remembered my dream once again. Any human I have interacted with in real life? Really? I continued day dreaming until I realized that I had forgotten about class. I rushed through the corridors almost losing my balance twice on the way. As I turned around a corner, I came crashing down, bringing another person down with me. Miss Sarah lied under me, completely squashed by my weight. My chin rested between her breasts and we both stared at each other's face wide-eyed, trying to understand what just happened. Within a split second I jumped backwards and started apologizing profusely. As she lied there motionless with a strange look on her face, I couldn't help notice how her skirt had rode up a little too high on her thighs. Her misplaced top showed a generous amount of her flat stomach. She quickly regained her composure and stood up. I picked up her files while she straightened her clothes. "I'm so sorry, Miss Sarah. Are you all right?" The awkward landing position made it even more necessary for me to apologize sincerely. "Oh, I'm fine. It was an accident so stop apologizing. You're not hurt either, right?" "Y-yes." "Good. Now get going. And don't run in the corridors." No matter how hard I tried to take my mind off of it, I kept thinking about my little encounter with Miss Sarah. She was the hottest and youngest teacher at our school, probably just a few years older than us. Every guy had a thing for her. My taste in women was a lot different. But even so, the contrast of her cheeky outfits against her demure personality made her incredibly attractive. The recurring image of her breasts being so close to my face and the feel of her softness against my cheek managed to get me visibly aroused. I needed to revert to normal since my next class would be with Kiera. I rushed to the washroom as soon as the class was over. I knew it wouldn't take long to relieve myself but the memories of my dream made me hesitate. It was just an vivid wet dream but after getting aroused, I started wishing that my dream came true. Suddenly, the door of my cubicle started rattling and I could hear the sound of glass shattering. "Holy shit! Let's get out of here." "Come on. Quick!" Two boys shuffled out of the washroom. The storm was getting wilder and the washroom window had broken. The lights started flickering and a girl could be heard shrieking briefly in the distance. All of this felt unusually ominous although it wasn't that rare in our town. But the windows weren't so fragile that they would break in a storm. Ignoring the evacuation alarms ringing in my mind, I decided to quickly finish what I had started. But before I could continue, the same girl from the dream I had last night appeared in front of me, leaving me terrified and speechless. "Miss me, Noah?" Just like in my dream, I was unable to utter a single word. My hands were trembling and a shiver ran down my spine. The girl was floating in the air, the wind dramatically blowing her dress and letting me see her private parts. I could feel my face heating up. She wasn't scary at all. She was beautiful. Similar to what I had thought in my dream, she was even more beautiful than Kira. Her wild black hair cascaded down her bare shoulders, caressing her ample bosom. Her flimsy nightgown barely covered her body. I couldn't believe my luck; encounters with two gorgeous women and it wasn't even noon. But then it occurred to me that I should start thinking with my brains. Is she a ghost? Am I dreaming again? "No, this is real. I am real. You are awake. It was not a dream. I really did bless you." She extended a hand forward to flick my forehead. "Stop ogling me. We already had enough fun yesterday. I was planning to watch you secretly but since you chose a teacher, I realized that maybe you still don't believe in my existence." "Of course, if this was your intention from the beginning ignore my warning. I will be entertained either way." Pausing briefly, she squealed in a high pitched voice, "Oh my, I'm so sorry. You can speak now." With that, I felt as if I could breathe after a long time. I dramatically sank down onto my knees, not believing my luck once again. "I apologize for the interruption. Please let me help." Her body gracefully morphed into that of Miss Sarah's but the clothes remained the same. "I am still Aphrodite but I guess this would help you climax faster." She was still floating in the air when she slowly spread her knees and started touching herself. She played with her swollen pussy lips and slid two fingers into her dripping wet hole. The storm outside continued while Miss Sarah's body and I had a session of mutual masturbation in the small cubicle. Everything I could simply imagine earlier, was presented before me in flesh. That was the fastest masturbation session of my life. "Looking forward to your adventures, my dear Eros," she whispered into my ear and vanished.
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I have never really enjoyed rough sex... but he is my master and I now have to learn to obey and I do. It was part of our wedding vows but not meant for him to be my Dom, it was to go ahead and live with the newly established changes of our family life and my career. I regard myself as being fortunate all of the years we have lived together. He gave me my sexual freedom, allowed me to have a sexual relationships with my ex fem lover and anyone I wished by invitation. I played at parties for some time and he had become a "swinger" so to speak when we have both been at parties or clubs. He is a rare man indeed to have endured this over the years before our marriage. I will do anything for him, including obey his wishes of which I have mentioned, and I enjoy... no, I LOVE doing it. Why you may ask? Because he has been tolerant and by my side all of the years I have known him and most of all, the sex we share is just "out of this world". In our house I have an office from which I can work from home, with a desk where I put my laptop and sit at it on my swivel chair. TRT had been watching quite a lot of porno DVD's and picked up the idea that the desk was a good piece of furniture for having sex on. I totally agree. It is just the right height for him to stand and fuck me either way; bent over or lying on top of it holding my legs apart with his hands. The penetration is unbelievably amazing and not so painful when he first enters, when he is so hard. I love that feel of his length rather than girth. His girth is average, but his length can be quite amazing when fully erect. It is a deep full feeling, opening and filling my tight vagina. My regular kegel exercises keep me tight, and it helps in having better sexual intercourse. After I shower, he just wants me to wear my white fishnet stockings, white suspenders and my white four inch heels. An idea he obviously got from those DVD's and what I see as his sexual cosplay. He locks us in the office and I teasingly give him oral sex while he slowly takes off his shirt and shorts. This gets him really hard and I can feel him throbbing in my hands and mouth. The first thing he does is lift me and lie me down on the desk, pulling up the chair so that he is level with my yOni. He begins to give me oral sex, edging my orgasms, but he wants me to cum and he keeps the climax going until I go crazy, filling his mouth with my tiny squirts and I eventually go numb apart from that total body quaking and unbelievable tingling all over that I can't take it any more, and I am almost close to orgasmic seizure. He knows when to stop, allowing me to contentedly recover. At that point I want to hold and kiss him, but our game isn't over yet. Very quickly he takes me and bends me over the desk, slowly rubbing his hard cock between my buttocks. Then he slides into me, smooth and slow at first and gradually thrusting into me harder and faster. My senses return and I can feel him pounding. Before he starts to cum he turns me and lies me on my back again, my yOni lubing with creamy juices so that he can spread my legs open wide, fucking roughly but meaningfully gentle until he reaches his climax. Sometimes, I can cum with him, but he does something I love. He makes me kneel before him so that he can cum on my face or in my mouth, which to me is the best because I just love it when a man lets me feel and taste his thick creamy spunk. Is this what watching porn does to a frustrated man during his daytime hours? If it is, then I'm all for it. I must check these DVD's some time, I thought, they must be fun to watch and they are returning some of the zest to what was becoming almost boring repetitive sex. Plus, my being away from him for many hours on most days is increasing my yearning to be sexually satisfied physically, especially by him. He has his DVD's and... I have my fantasies meeting so many people I imagine having sex with. And I admit there are porn sites that I visit myself. You see this is where we women, or most of us do not need to watch a great deal of porn... We have our own means of thinking up really naughty scenarios to write stories or just lay back and masturbate to. I personally do not watch porn, apart from links to some porn sites out of curiosity, or with TRT, which then gets my mind working, and especially if I am with TRT within minutes we are indulged in sex because of the horny situation of watching really good porn creates as you can imagine. There are some types of horrid porn I will not tolerate. One lunchtime, I went to my car, parked in a secluded area to eat my packed lunch and then my phone rang. It was TRT, and he was asking how I was and how things were going. I told him everything was fine and he asked if I had noticed anyone in particular who turned me on. And I admitted there was. "Do you want to be seduced by them?" he asked. I found his question quite funny, but thought it might lead to some fun, after all it was phone sex on his mind and I was willing to play along as much as I could. "Is it a guy? Please say it is." I told him it was and described this young man in his mid twenties whom I would describe as "drop dead gorgeous". If it was possible I would allow him to fuck me until the cows came home. "Ok, relax and let me be him seducing you..." By then I was really getting horny. TRT was prepared to talk me through the role play and described how this young man was kissing me passionately. He told me to open my blouse and feel my aroused nipples inside the lycra material of my white bra. I could feel tingling sensations up and down my spine, pooling in my groin and I began to get really wet and sticky. Then he asked me to hitch my skirt and put my hand down my panties and over my mound so that my fingers could open up my yOni lips. At that point I was content in just closing my eyes and using my imagination in what TRT was telling me about opening me wide and getting tiny orgasmic tingles. Although he went as far as describing licking my aroused clitty. I had to be aware of where I was and who may be watching me, secluded or not, and I could not go the full fantasy he was giving me because I needed to remain presentable and not flood myself should I cum too much. There were limits in having phone sex, especially for women. Phone sex is better when you can get comfortable and naked in order to masturbate to fulfilment. However, during those brief moments I was able to enjoy myself and feel the fantasy role play we had on the phone. I regained my composure and thanked him for the favour which I was willing... no, going to return later. On returning to the workplace I made eye contact with my "fantasy man" and thought to myself, if only he knew what I had just been doing, and if only it was for real what he would really do if he did seduce me. I admit, it was a little distracting and frustrating having being left with those thoughts in my mind. But it was all fun. His phone calls are usually to make sure that I am fine, but, he has begun to add some fun to my lunch breaks, not that I mind, I have started to enjoy listening to him telling me how he feels and of course hearing him masturbate for me, which is fun to hear. The call about the man I had fantasies about was a surprise and if I had been in a more secluded area I would probably have got at least half naked and more into it, taking advantage of his sexy voice and asking me to follow it through. However, being at work was not really the right place for that to happen. Had I been at home and he called me from somewhere I would have taken it all the way. I think we should try that some day. It is amazing what you can do with a sexy voice giving you instructions and playing on your imagination. I have a very vivid imagination, which makes for some great masturbation. I love masturbation. I love closing my eyes and just thinking naughty thoughts about doing things until I can make myself cum, edging myself to a fantastic climax. Masturbation is fine for vivid naughty thoughts One should never feel it is wrong to masturbate, male or female, especially in my opinion a female, which should be nice and slow, edging to a climax and riding it until you have to cum eventually. Most men I have watched "wanking" have been too rapid in cumming and I have often thought how boring it must be. However, if I am having physical sex with someone like my hubby or with my ex fem lover, then it is all about them and us if you know what I mean? Sex with others is/was fun but "caring". The vivid imagination is left shelved in the back of my mind. And, if it something I want to do with them regarding sex I always try to encourage it and not leave it as just an imaginary goal. Of course, then we are talking about two people and their needs with and for each other. I am often asked to lie back on the bed whilst he gives me oral and finger sex, and think of someone else having sex with me. This is difficult because they themselves in your imagination are not present and "the game" is cancelled part the way through because the person doing it to me is physically there and not in my imagination at all... the sex becomes totally and physically intimate to the end...us, and not my imagination, but the person I am having sex with. I have been with LIT since 2001, and never written for any other erotica website. I think it is true to say I am a fully established LITSTER despite the few run-ins with moderators. We live and learn so to speak. I wouldn't at this moment in time go with any other website. Regarding having difficulty writing erotica, I actually write quite a lot through experience and as mentioned, being able to use my very vivid imagination. I don't want to seem sexist, but women do naturally write romance and erotica much more better than men. It is the way our mind set is regarding that material. Note the success of E.L James (Fifty Shades Of Grey) and the amazing Anais Nin... totally classic. I logged out of LIT to be with TRT. We were both waiting to get our sexual hunger fulfilled for most of the day, both of us on a "high". I wanted to feel him close to me and feel both his tongue and cock giving me pleasure. I wanted my "gift" of his warm thick cum on my face and in my mouth to savour his taste. However, things didn't turn out that way, but there was still fun to be had. Earlier in my office I asked him to retrieve my pen from under my desk. He obliged kindly, taking a sneaky sniff up my skirt which I consider to be "intimate" But it excited him and he made the first opportunity to visit the bathroom and he decided to have a wank to get rid of his frustration. My gift going into a tissue and then flushed down the loo This he confessed to me whilst we kissed and cuddled at the start of our desperately awaited time together. I was a little disappointed, but then once he had me stripped down to my panties and he had realised I had not showered since morning I was still "raw" and my yOni waiting to be licked and fingered. It is something he has always liked. The rawness of me being active since my last shower. In his words; "Your cunny should smell and taste like the heaven's gateway". Somehow I liked his analogy. Lying on our bed he pulled my panties off and spread my thighs to get on with what I desired... Mmm... finger fucking me to a huge wet orgasmic climax whilst he used his tongue gently on my wanting and aroused clitty. I told him to continue slowly and build up his cunnilingus so that I could ride my orgasms. The sound of my wet yOni melding with the aroma of sex and those fantastic feelings just added to the intimate moment. Then he sneakily entered me hard and ready for his prolonged fuck. Because he came during masturbation earlier, I was determined that things were not finished so quickly regarding my oral sex on him. So, I dragged him to the armchair in our bedroom and made him sit, thighs apart so that I could kneel between his strong thighs, which he liked to grip me with. I sucked and licked his balls feeling and watching him writhe with pleasure whilst I stroked his hard cock, feeling it get even harder, pulsing in my fingers and sticky with my cream. No surprise, there was a trickle of precum oozing from the slit. If I was not to get my full load of his gift, then I was at least going to taste him and myself on his amazing throbbing shaft. It was impossible for me not to. I began to deep-throat him, hearing him tell me how pleased he was in whispered words of praise. His hands in my hair, moving it out of the way so that he could see me and I could see the wanting expression on his face. I teased his cock head with my tongue and then he began to moan and quiver has I stroked him and tasted the fingers he fucked me with. Just one spurt of his spunk hit my nose. I was pleased with that and went down on him again to take any more and clean up what was left. It had to be sensational. I straddled the armchair and let him kiss and suck upon my nipples... Mmm... I was wanting more oral, wanting to feel his tongue on my clitty now I was aroused by his gift. He picked me up and I straddled his hips kissing passionately has we moved back to the bed. I could still feel him hard, his cock touching my bum cheeks. He threw me on the bed and I turned to remain straddled across his hips where I took his cock inside of me and whilst kissing and holding it grew harder for me to ride. I realised that this was going to be one of those rare occasions when he going to remain hard enough to ride him. It was the excitement and pure randiness of what we were doing. I rode his cock for ages, edging myself before cumming with his second orgasmic climax. Then it was over and time for us both to snuggle up together, both contented with our amazing playtime we had waited many hours to fulfil. There again, I ask the question; do men really edge their orgasms or do they always seem to want to cum when the feeling is right? I like my men to enjoy the "working up" to their final moment of orgasmic climax and just letting go. Surely holding back for men is frustrating if they are abandoned, not reaching that end? From my feminine perspective, riding ones orgasm begins almost instantaneously with short edged orgasms, almost reaching the climax or "the big O". Those of us who are bi or lesbian use that as part of our game, that is if we have learned how to edge and it can be fun, making each other cum for long periods of time. He came into my office completely naked. I knew I was in for something and he was very aroused. He locked the office door and asked me to be very quiet with a hush, putting his finger to his lips. Our children had gone to bed for the night, but he wanted me to be cautious of any disturbing noises, especially the sound of me having orgasms. I am not the most quietest of lovers during the throes of orgasmic ecstasy. He came to my desk while I was sitting in my chair and opened one of my drawers where I kept a pink length of ribbon, and he took it as I noticed a few drops of sticky precum drip from the tip of his cock and fall to the floor. He explained what he was going to do with the ribbon and the cloth he had brought with him, and I began to get more excited, letting him go ahead and do it. He tied my wrists gently behind the back rest of my swivel chair allowing me some freedom of movement and then asked me to bite on the folded cloth. Then he stood in front of me and leaned forwards to hitch my denim skirt to my waist and opened my blouse, just enough buttons to expose my breasts, nipples hard and taut with arousal. I had already removed my bra earlier. He leaned in to kiss and suckle them. He began gently pulling on them with his teeth. Mmm... it felt so good. It was something I particularly enjoyed. That feel of the gentle bite and pulling. I was already tingling all over and in a pre-orgasmic state by then. I wanted him to continue, but his game moved on further... He pulled me towards him by my legs and tugged on my panties, removing them and inhaling my sex on them. He then grabbed and folded a towel and lay it onto the floor to kneel upon it, opened my legs and pulled me closer to him with my bottom on the edge of my seat. My legs resting on each side of the arms of the chair. Having my wrists tied behind the chair I was at his mercy, but I trusted him. I could feel the cool air on my wet and open yOni, I was incredibly wet with my arousal. With his fingers he opened me up wider still and let me to suck and taste myself from his finger tips, before returning the cloth for me to bite. I was sticky and already creamed up with the thoughts of what was going to happen. Then without further ado he began his intended cunnilingus. It became difficult not to moan out loudly and I could not touch him or stroke his head and hair with affection. I was in a bondage situation and it was all part of the game I willingly accepted. He made me have orgasm after orgasm, even bringing me to my climax time after time as I bit into the cloth. I felt myself cum and whenever I did, I was leaving an amassing puddle between the legs of my chair on the floor. Instead of drinking my squirts, he took pleasure in watching me cum. Eventually, leaving me in a state of sexual ecstasy, he knelt up and stroked his cock harder. Then he began to tease me, running his hardening cock between my yOni lips, getting it wet and touching my very sensitive and swollen clitty. I was still unable to move with my wrists tied behind my chair, and then he entered me, nice and slowly and deep, keeping it buried inside so I could kegel and tighten myself around it. I could feel his cock throbbing. He leaned in to kiss my neck in its most sensitive spot, with the cloth still secure in my mouth, and I was ready. Wanting. And, then he began to fuck me hard, really hard. I started to ride the orgasms he was giving me until I felt his breath deepen and his moans get louder each time he thrust in and out of me. He was cumming, I could feel him trembling and then stop, and so I climaxed with him, able to edge until he came, feeling his warm load fill me up inside. It was so fucking amazing. To me at that moment he was the centre of the universe, the perfect Adonis, the consummate lover. We kissed, so passionate and so loving for quite a while. Then I asked him to release my bond, so that we could kiss and hold each other properly. I could have had even more after that. Is it not the most natural thing we do? With our daughters out of the way it was time to quench our horniness. To be dirty and enjoy some sex. Neither of us can do without it. No sooner had our children left the house, I cleared the dining room table. Tony was still eating his cereal, but no, I wanted him there and then. I climbed onto the table and moved over and kissed him. It was the first passionate tongue playing kiss that we had had in a few days and we both took our time to enjoy it. Those kisses of his were just the best I have ever had with anyone, and the reason why our "love" was so strong. He was still in his pyjamas, but I was in a skirt, blouse and underwear. I could see that he was hard, his cock peeping from the fly of his pyjama pants. He will be one year short of fifty soon and he still had dark hair; his head, chest and down around his belly to his pubes. He shaved his shaft regularly which made his cock clean and more sexy. I think he wondered what I was looking at when he asked "Well...?" I sat at the edge of the table, smiled and asked him to be sexy but not rough. I wanted the sex to be nice and gentle. He immediately hitched my skirt and began to enjoy my fragrance through my panties. Slowly he pulled my panties away from my pubic area, which was neatly trimmed. Gently with two fingers he began to open my yOni lips, exposing how horny I was, wet and sticky, but not for long. Has I leaned back on one elbow and I ran my fingers through his hair, he began to give me gorgeous oral sex and I told him repeatedly "Yes!" has he began to lick my aroused little clitty and open my wet lips, devouring all of my nectar nice and slowly. I was going to let him fuck me hard, hopefully has we progressed in our little game. So I asked him to make me cum. With the usual three finger fucking insertion and suckling on my clit. I began to feel my orgasm cumming. I began to quiver and shake wildly and when I climaxed he fought to keep me safe from tumbling off the table. It was amazing! Table top cunnilingus. And he knew how to do it the way I always liked it. Next I stripped after I regained my self control. I felt content, but my aims had not been fulfilled. Both of us naked, I used a folded kitchen towel to kneel on whilst he sat on the hard backed kitchen chair. He was still reasonably hard, but not hard enough. I took his gorgeous cock into my mouth and slowly began to take him in and out of my mouth gently sucking and feeling his glans begin to throb around my lips. I could taste his gorgeous precum and I knew then he was hard enough and ready to fuck me hard. Getting back onto the table, accidently knocking off his cereal bowl has I lay down, I edged my bum to the edge of the table with my knees bent and thighs wide open. It was quite easy for him to thrust into me, and like always, rough or smooth, he slammed his cock deep inside of me. It felt good, and I was ready for his slow fucking. And so it began, gently with the edge of his glans touching my g-spot, with my juices creaming inside and coating his hard cock. Soon, he was getting faster the more I pleaded for it. I could hear and smell the squelching and the scent of our sex, so intoxicating. I was cumming once more, reaching my climax, but this time I let him continue. He loved the way I quaked and quivered whilst he was thrusting. It promoted him to call me names I would never tolerate otherwise. Calling my yOni a "cunt" seemed so very erotic during sex. I let him continue to fuck me. He began to get more and more rough has he began to squeeze on one of my raised ankles and one of my breasts, but I was riding orgasm after orgasm and to be honest, it felt so good. When he eventually started to cum, he pulled me quickly onto the kitchen floor, kneeling, so that he could release his load. I opened my mouth to oblige. It was good, but not the usual heavy load. I sucked and licked his softening cock clean whilst he ran his fingers gently through my hair. His dirty talk now subsided with much appreciated words of affection. I loved hearing him say those words; "I love you..." Earlier, I knew that he had masturbated in the bathroom. There were tell-tale blobs of spunk on the carpet which I had to clean up before anyone else would notice. He had obviously cum in the toilet basin but some had inadvertently missed. I knew that I was guaranteed a good fucking right away. During that first part of our sexy game I must have climaxed a dozen times with cunnilingus and finger fucking. It was not long for him to get hard again with a little teasing on my behalf for more prolonged fucking that morning. In the days before TRT became ill with his epilepsy, he used to come home from work early when I had my day off. Right away I knew what was on his mind and if we were alone, it was time to relieve him. He would be away for days at a time and promised me that he would never "spend" himself masturbating. This made him horny and I could tell by his deep passionate kisses. Not only had he missed me, but he was holding that gift for me and by that time there would be lots of it. The thought would make me horny too, but only for that thick tasty cum of his. I took my top off or slipped down my dress removing my bra. He loved to kiss and suckle on my nipples which just made me so much more horny and moist. He would strip completely off and there it was. That gorgeous cock just waiting for me to get started. Already it would be dribbling with anticipatory precum. He was almost ready to release before I even touched him. He sat on the couch and I would sit beside him, holding his throbbing hardness and he would tell me how long he had been waiting for that moment. I would lick his balls and then his shaft tasting his precum. Then barely touching his glans he would begin to moan. I started very slowly to deep-throat him, squeezing his balls gently and he would gasp. Suddenly I would feel that throbbing and use my fingers wrapped around his shaft to stroke and twist slowly whilst he was in my mouth. A real blow job. He began to tremble, his thighs quaking and my mouth would fill up with his warm tasty spunk. His release in numerous fast squirting loads. He liked to see it in my mouth before I swallowed it all, every drop he had given me before I tasted and swallowed. Sometimes, he wanted me to spit and dribble some of it on my naked breasts so that he could help me rub it across them gently spreading it. That was just the start. He got the relief he needed and I got that spunk I desired to taste and feel in my wanting mouth and over my breasts. Another thing he liked to do was to hold my chin, mouth open and full, and then he would take some on a finger and place it on my hard nipples to watch it drip. TRT was not the only one who liked to talk dirty and aggressive during sex. It seemed that quite a few enjoyed it, both men and women. I quickly realised over the years that people had different emotional reactions during pre- orgasmic sex. I am the type that just rides it, my mind engrossed in the pure ecstasy of the sex. Once it begins, and I start to feel my emotions and the amazing wild tingling physically, I moan and want it to last forever. I am very quickly aroused and even when giving oral or finger sex I can experience sensations and even orgasms without being touched. I love the way nature has blessed me with such things.
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_As told to Just Plain Bob by Kathleen M._ This is the story of Kathleen M., a young housewife and mother who unexpectedly finds that she has a kinky side. Come join us as we follow Kathleen on her journey of discovery. +++++ Kathleen looked out the window of the eighteenth floor hotel room at the hustle and bustle going on in the alley below and wondered again why she and Rick were there in the hotel. It seemed like a silly expense. Granted, it was a special occasion - her thirty-first birthday AND their tenth anniversary - and they planned to spend the night drinking and dancing, but home was only twenty-five minutes away by commuter train so it wasn't as if they had to worry about driving under the influence. Oh well, it was what Rick wanted to do so why should she care. She turned and went to the bed and opened the garment bag she had carried to work with her in the morning. She took out the two cocktail dresses she had packed. She hadn't been able to make up her mind between the black and the red so she had packed them both. Taking them out of the bag and hanging them up she still couldn't make up her mind. She looked sexy as hell in both of them. Maybe she would let Rick decide. She unbuttoned the dress she was wearing and began to slip it off when something from the corner of her eye caught her attention. She turned her head and saw a man standing at a window in the building across they alley and then she quickly looked away. He was no more than twenty-five or thirty feet away and instinctively she knew he was watching her. It had never occurred to her to close the drapes, not all the way up there on the eighteenth floor. She was just on the verge of going over and pulling them closed when something happened to her. A wild and crazy thought entered her head. She didn't know him and he didn't know her. "Dare I?" she wondered and even as she had the thought she knew she was going to do it. She stayed in full view of the man and slowly took off her dress and let it fall to the floor. She made a production out of getting out of her slip and letting it join the dress and she felt the heat building in her pussy as she got into stripping for the unknown man. Next the brassiere. She reached behind her and her fingers unhooked it and she let the straps slide down one arm at a time. She resisted the impulse to turn toward the man as the bra fell away from her breasts and instead stood still so he could see them in profile. They were still firm, even after two children, and they thrust out from her chest. The nipples were stiff from the excitement of what she was doing and she took them between the thumbs and forefingers of her hands and rolled them as she moaned and felt the heat flow to her pussy. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and then wiggled her ass as she shimmied out of them and they fell to puddle around her ankles. She stepped out of them and then did a slow turn to put her back to "The Watcher" - that is what he was to her now, 'The Watcher' - and then she spread her legs slightly and bent at the waist to pick up the clothes that she had dropped. She looked back between her legs and saw that he was still there and he had taken out his cock and he was stroking it. She shivered with the feeling of wickedness that coursed through her as she realized what she was doing to the man. As she put the clothes she had picked up on the dresser she noticed that the bed was in The Watcher's line of sight and she smiled an evil little smile as she decided to keep the show going. She lay down on the bed, spread her legs and started rubbing her pussy. She thought of The Watcher looking at her and she opened her legs wider as she slid one finger into herself. Did he see it slip in? Oh God, she felt so slutty lying there hoping that he could see her finger split her pussy lips. She added a second and then a third and began fingering herself. She could see him stroking his cock and she tried to match her hand speed to his. She rubbed her clit and moaned as she worked herself toward an orgasm. She strained to see if she could get a look at The Watcher's face, but shadows and window glare from the windowpanes prevented it. She had three fingers working and was so lost in the lust of the moment that she didn't hear the shower stop running. She felt someone get on the bed with her and she panicked. Oh Jesus, he had somehow rushed over and managed to get across the street and into her room. Her eyes snapped open and she saw Rick looking down at her and stroking his erection. She reached for it, took it in her hand and drew him toward her. She cried out so loud when her husband entered her that she was sure The Watcher heard her. She looked over Rick's shoulder and saw that The Watcher was still there and his hand was a blur on his cock and she had the quickest orgasm of her life. She had two more orgasms as Rick drove hard and deep into her, but she knew that Rick hadn't given them to her; they came because she was being watched by a man she didn't know who was masturbating because of her. Just after her third climax she glanced over Rick's shoulder and saw that The Watcher was gone. She felt the edge go out of her excitement and when Rick finished she wiggled out from under him and went into the bathroom to take her shower. As she used the hot soapy rag to wash her pussy she thought again of The Watcher and his fist beating his big, meaty cock and she pushed the rag into her pussy with two fingers and had another orgasm. +++++ She stood looking at the two cocktail dresses on their hangers and made her decision. She would go with the red. She was definitely feeling like The Lady in Red so the red dress would be appropriate. The red dress and no bra!!! She wondered what had gotten into her that afternoon. It was so unlike her to do what she did. Maybe so, but why did it turn her on so much? Exposing herself to another man and now here she was planning to go without a bra while knowing if she didn't watch her posture someone was going to get a good look at her breasts. She didn't understand the change that had come over her, but she did like the feeling - she liked the feeling a lot. The restaurant she and Rick were going to was just across the alley on the ground floor of the same building that The Watcher had been in. Would he be in the restaurant? Would he recognize her? If he did would he find some way to let her know? My God, what would she do if that happened. At the very last minute, while Rick was still in the bathroom she took off her panties. No bra and no panties, my God, what had she become. As she and Rick were shown to their table she felt as though every male eye in the place was on her. Was one of the men in the room The Watcher? She looked around the room, but did not notice that anyone was giving her undue attention and she felt a shred of disappointment. She wanted The Watcher to be there looking at her and remembering how he had masturbated while looking at her. God, what a rush it was to think that there might be a man in the room who had seen her naked; who had watched her play with her breasts and pussy and who had seen her take the hard cock of her husband. She had the menu open and was looking it over when the waiter brought the bottle of wine that Rick had ordered. She ignored the two men as they went through the silly ritual of sniffing the cork, rolling the wine in the glass and all the rest of that nonsense. Using the open menu as a shield to keep Rick from seeing what she was doing she leaned forward as if to read the small print on the bottom of the menu. Her dress gaped open across the bodice and her breasts were in full view for the waiter to appreciate, her nipples erect and screaming, "Touch me, touch me." From the corner of her eye she saw him looking down her dress as Rick played 'the wine game.' She wondered if she had given him an erection, but she dared not look. The waiter left, but he must have spread the word about what he saw because there was a constant stream of bus boys coming by to refill their water glasses. And every time they did if Rick's attention was elsewhere she would lean forward and give them a good look. She didn't know what she was doing to them, but she knew what she was doing to herself. Rick wouldn't know what hit him when they got back to the hotel room. She was hot enough to fuck him to death. +++++ Dinner over, they went to the lounge on the other side of the lobby and found a table close to the dance floor. The live band was pretty good and seemed to specialize in the music of the Sixties and Seventies, which is the sound that she and Rick preferred. As she sat down she allowed the dress to ride up and then she spread her legs and wondered if anyone could see her uncovered treasure. The next two hours went by as she and Rick drank and danced. The entire time she was aware of the male eyes on her and she constantly wondered if one of them was The Watcher. She was careful to hide it from Rick as she flashed her breasts every chance she got and when they were sitting she made sure that her dress was up and her legs were apart. She was hot! She was hot and ready to go back to the hotel room before she lost it right there in the lounge and tried to get Rick to take her on their table. But first she needed to hit the ladies room. After taking care of business she touched up her makeup and then took a good look at herself in the mirror. What she saw looking back at her was a woman who really needed to be made love to. Oh shit, she grinned at herself as she thought: "Tell it like it is. A woman who needs to be fucked and fucked hard." She set her clutch down on the counter and pulled her dress down to expose her breasts. She looked at her stiff nipples and then pulled on them with her fingers. "Oh God" she moaned and pulled her dress back up. She needed to get Rick back to their room NOW!!! As she left the restroom someone grabbed her and spun her so that her face was pressed against the wall. Strong arms held her in place and a voice said in her ear: "Enjoying yourself bitch? Get yourself off teasing people? You think I didn't know you saw me in the window? I know what you are. I've watched you all night flashing your tits and cunt," the voice said as she felt her dress being lifted and then fingers probing for her pussy. She moaned and then voluntarily or involuntarily - she never knew which - she spread her legs and he drove his fingers into her and she orgasmed. She actually orgasmed at his treatment of her. "This is the wrong time and the wrong place, but there will be a right time and a right place you little slut, and when that time comes I'll fuck you until you bleed." And then he was gone! She stood there, face to the wall, trembling, but not from fear. No, not from fear, it was from excitement. She shook it off and headed for the table to get Rick. They were going to the hotel room and they were going NOW even if she had to drag him. She was almost to the table when she realized that she didn't have her clutch purse. The Watcher must have taken it from her and she hadn't noticed. Oh sweet Jesus. The Watcher had her driver's license! He would know her name and where she lived and she was suddenly amazed when she realized that the idea not only didn't frighten her, but it made her pussy drip. She reached the table and told Rick that it was time to go and when he said, "Let's have one more drink and one more dance" she shocked him by saying, "No Rick, now! I need to be fucked and I need it right now!" She had never used the "F" word in front of him before and he sat there looking up at her, mouth open in amazement. She grabbed his sleeve and pulled at him. "Now Rick, now!" +++++ The elevator door had no sooner closed than she went to her knees in front of Rick and pulled his zipper down. "What the hell are you doing Kath? Cut that out" Rick cried as she reached in and took hold of his cock. She almost had it out when the car suddenly stopped at nine and an older couple started to get on. The woman took one look at Kathleen on her knees and snorted, "Well, I never!" as she grabbed the man with her and pulled him back off the elevator. Kathleen laughed and said: "That's probably true. I'll bet that she never." "What the hell has gotten into you Kathleen?" "It's what I'm trying to get into me lover. You!" She got Rick's cock out and managed to give it a few licks and a few quick sucks until she felt the car start to slow and then she quickly stood up. She almost giggled watching Rick frantically trying to stuff his erection back inside his trousers. The elevator stopped at eighteen and Kathleen drug her husband to their room and waited impatiently as Rick fumbled with the key. Once inside the little red dress hit the floor and she was pulling at Rick's belt. As Rick moved between her legs she looked over his shoulder and she thought she saw a shadow behind the window opposite. Was he there? Was he watching? God, she hoped so as she dug her nails into Rick's ass, pulled him to her and begged him to fuck her hard and make her cum. _To be continued..._ '19' Or '61' Chris and Marianne had recently moved into an apartment close to the River Thames in London, No.19 Branksome Towers, a long low rise block, of high quality apartments. Chris is a Senior Computer Engineer sometimes called out late at night to deal with emergency breakdowns! Marianne is P.A. to an Executive in the City of London finance district. Joel and Miriam have lived at No.61 Branksome Towers for a couple of years. Joel owns a bar in West London. Miriam is an Interior Designer specialising in bars and restaurants. Joel and Miriam are black. Joel is working tonight, Miriam usually goes with him, but this Friday night she fancied a night in, with her feet up, relaxing at home. Joel and Miriam have a varied sex life, they are swingers, and both of them have had occasional dates with other single partners. Before he left for work, Joel had called an escort agency that he used to provide partners from time to time, he had arranged for them to send someone to keep Miriam 'company' for the evening. Or, as he said on the phone, "someone to give her a good seeing to." It is Friday evening. Chris and Marianne were planning dinner out with dancing at a bar/nightclub afterwards, before going home to bed and sex before sleep. Their plans were spoiled by a call out, where a city bank has had a major computer failure. It would take at least most of the night to fix. Marianne is annoyed with Chris, although, to be fair, he had no choice. That is what he does. Chris's assistant, Mike, is also required on the job, so Mike suggested that his wife, Josey, goes round to Chris and Marianne's place and the two girls share a bottle of wine, watch a film on TV and having a catch-up chat. Chris texted Marianne and just said someone was coming to visit with a film to watch and to get a bottle of wine opened ready. Marianne rather liked Josey (Chris sometimes thinks she likes her a bit too much!) and she hadn't seen her for some time, so Chris thought it would be fun not to tell her who was coming and let her enjoy the surprise. Marianne had a shower and just put on a pair of black lace panties and a silk robe, tied with a belt at the waist. She checked herself in the bedroom mirror, "very sexy," she said, "I could go for you myself," and she rubbed her nipples until they stood out in the smooth silk of the robe. She thought she might have a very enjoyable evening with Josie. For a long time, Chris had had a fantasy of watching Marianne having sex with another man. He had told Marianne about it, and tried to persuade her to try it, but she had always refused. Although she enjoyed sex very much, she thought the idea of Chris watching her was likely to inhibit her and make it an embarrassment. She would have preferred to explore her bisexual side and try sex with Josie, without anyone else present. However, when they'd discussed his fantasy in the last few days, she had agreed to try it. She sat down in the softly lit lounge to await her visitor. Tom and Barry, two good looking young black men who worked for the escort agency, had had a late call to visit a client at Branksome Towers. They'd been given a card which had "Miriam" written on one side and "61" written on the other side. When they arrived at Branksome Towers it was dark. Tom asked Barry, "What number was it?" Barry fished the card out of his pocket, looked at the back and said, "Number 19". "OK, what name was it?" asked Tom. "Miriam," was the reply, "And the client said to 'give her a good seeing to'." The two men rang the door bell at No.19, after a few seconds Marianne answered the door. "Yes, can I help you?" she said. "Hello Miriam." said Tom, "Your husband arranged for us to come round and keep you company for the evening." "Oh! Did he?" said Marianne, "I thought it was going to be someone else! Well you had better come in, it's Marianne by the way not Miriam". "Sorry," said Tom, "I must have misheard." She led them into the lounge, where she already had bottle of wine open, and she was halfway through her first glass. "Would you like a drink?" She asked. "You can have wine, like me, or there are beers in the fridge." The two guys asked for beers, so she went to the kitchen to get them. When she returned, they were sitting on the four seater sofa, in front of the TV, where there was a dancing contest on. She sat on the sofa and handed them a bottle each. "How do you know my husband?" she asked. "Oh, he comes into the agency from time to time and we met him there," said Barry. "What are you watching on TV?" said Tom. "Oh, it's a dancing contest," she replied, "you can put something else on if you like." "Yeah," said Tom, "I've got a DVD movie here, that I thought you might like to watch." "Ok, put it in the player," she said. Tom took the DVD out of its case and put it into the machine, then returned to the sofa, sitting on the other side of Marianne to Barry! He pressed the start button on the controller and the movie started. As the titles rolled across the screen the camera was panning round a luxurious bedroom. When it got to the bed, it zoomed in on a beautiful naked white girl laid on it, with a muscular black man kissing her and caressing her breasts! "What's this!" cried Marianne, shocked, but as she turned to Tom, he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. "What are you doing?" she cried. "Stop. What is going on?" Tom looked puzzled. "Well, you know why we are here. Your husband called the escort agency and arranged for us to come round and 'look after you. His instructions were to 'give you a good seeing to'." My God, thought Marianne, the bastard, he might have told me and I would have told him, No! "Right," she thought. "It's his fantasy, and he's not here to see it. I'll get my own back on him, I'll enjoy myself, and tell him all about what he's missed later. What's more, I won't have to worry about what he's thinking while I am doing it." The girl in the movie was now kissing her black lover deeply. He was leaning down from a position between her open legs and his huge cock was prodding at her pussy! "Right," said Marianne, turning to her handsome young visitors, "we mustn't disappoint my husband, must we." She kissed Tom with open mouth and slid her tongue along his lips. He opened his own mouth and sucked her tongue in. She placed her hand behind his head to keep his mouth tight against hers. Meanwhile, Barry began to run his hand over her breasts, causing her nipples to harden and press again the fabric of her robe. Marianne was beginning to enjoy the lovely tingling feelings in her nipples and her pussy, and she could already feel a dampness between her legs. Tom continued to kiss her, while Barry started to undo the belt of her robe. As he pulled her belt undone, the robe fell open and her gorgeous, full, rounded breasts swung free. Barry cupped one breast and Tom cupped the other. They both began to tease her nipples and pinch them gently. Small electric shocks, shot into her pussy and she moaned softly. Tom moved his lips down to her nipples, while Barry slid his hand down her belly to cup her mound. He removed her robe and her panties, parted her legs, and started to slide his fingers up and down her moist slit and circle her clitoris. He pushed his long middle finger into her pussy and began to finger fuck her slowly and gently, feeling her juices coating it! Then he went back to her clitoris, pinching and pulling the nub gently. Marion's breath was coming in short sharp gasps. She was loving it. These guys were good! Barry got off the sofa and knelt down in front of her. He brought his mouth down to her pussy and started to lick her clitoris and to flick his long tongue in and out of her. In a minute or two, Marianne was so aroused that she could feel an orgasm building. She was moaning loudly and gasping every time Barry's tongue circled her clitoris and when he sucked it into his mouth! Her eyes were tightly shut. She pushed her pelvis up to his mouth, trying to force his tongue deeper into herself, and in seconds, she came! Tom stood up and quickly undressed. As Marianne opened her eyes, she saw him remove his boxers and his cock sprang out. He was very big, much bigger than Chris. Tom's cock was 9 inches long and thick. It was absolutely rigid, and she could see a small bead of pre-cum already appear on the head. He leaned in and brought his cock to her mouth. She licked the pre-cum from the tip and opened her lips to allow him in. Tom pushed gently into her mouth, and he felt her tongue lick along the bottom of his shaft. He drew back, then forward again, she closed her lips and began to suck. He drew back, and then forward, further than before. She gagged a little as he pushed into her throat. She began to bob backwards and forwards, and he pushed a little deeper with each thrust. His thrusts became more insistent, he was reaching a climax. "Argh, cumming," he cried, as his cum spurted into Marianne's throat. He released three large spurts, her mouth was full, she swallowed, then sucked his cock clean. Barry undressed, then he pushed her down, so she was lying on the sofa. He pulled her legs apart and brought the tip of his cock to her wet opening. His cock was also big, not as big as Tom's but still 8 inches and still thick. Her arousal juices made her wet and slippery, but Barry still had to push hard to gain entry for his cock. She pulled her knees up to give him better access. Man she was tight! He had a couple of inches in her, and he drew back a little before gently pushing further forward. She groaned, and her eyes opened wide in apprehension of being hurt. Barry knew how to use his cock, he waited and let her get used to his girth before he gently eased a bit further in. When Marianne realised that he wasn't going to hurt her she relaxed, and this helped Barry to finish penetrating her fully. As their bellies came together, and he began to pump regularly backwards and forwards, she began to enjoy the feeling of fullness his cock gave her. She felt her orgasm building again and she locked her legs behind his back to pull him in deeper. She bucked with his thrusts, and as she neared her climax, she cried out in pain and ecstasy. Then she screamed, "Oh, God. I'm coming. Oh, oh, I'm coming," as she went into a shuddering, shaking orgasm. Gasping for breath, she lay back, but Barry was still pumping into her, faster and harder now. Then he shouted, "I'm going to cum!" She cried, "Yes, cum in me! Please, cum in me!" He grunted, "Here it cums," and thrusting in as far as he could, he erupted deep inside her! Barry pulled out and his cum started to ooze out of her pussy. She lay back exhausted for the moment, but this was only a temporary halt. Tom rapidly changed places with Barry, and started to push his cock into her pussy, which was now not so tight. Tom was longer than Barry and he pushed deeper into her, sliding in easily on his friends cum. Marianne lay still at first, but then she started to enjoy being fucked again, and started to respond. In a little while they were fucking hard and she soon began to climax. She cried out and shed tears of ecstasy. "Yes, Oh yes. Fuck me, Fuck me hard! Give me your cum, all of it! I want it in my belly." Tom came. She felt his cock spasm, deep inside her, once, twice, three times, four times, each spasm indicating a spurt of his cum. He pumped her as long as he was able. She hugged him, with her legs wrapped around him. Her orgasm continued to rack her, her back was arched, and her eyes rolled up into her head, incoherent words spilled out of her mouth with no meaning. Even when he stopped pumping, she still shuddered and shook and then suddenly she was still! Tom pulled out. She lay with her eyes closed, then she smiled, she felt thoroughly used. She had never experienced anything like this. "Thank you guys," she said, "that was the most wonderful fucking I've ever had"! She was a sweating mess, after being thoroughly used by both of them. What was the phrase that Barry had used? "Give you a good seeing to." They were certainly doing that. When Tom pulled out, she could feel more cum oozing out of her pussy, and down over her anus. As she lay there with her eyes closed, she realised that one of them had got between her legs again. She opened her eyes as Barry pushed his cock, once again rigid, into her pussy and then leaned down to kiss her. She automatically put her arms round him and wrapped her legs round his waist. He started to fuck her gently, then gradually increased his pace and the hardness of his thrusting. She didn't know how much more of this she could take. He continued to fuck her for what seemed like ages. She had nothing left to give as he finally came again, and just lay there, until she fell asleep. Tom and Barry dressed. Tom placed Marianne's robe over her and they quietly let themselves out of the apartment. The sun was up, they had been fucking most of the night! Whilst they had been fucking her, the two men had been videoing the action with their phones. Before they left, they downloaded the videos onto her laptop. Perhaps Chris was going to see the action after all. Chris and Joel arrived home at almost the same time. Chris had managed to get finished earlier than expected. As he let himself into the building, two black guys had come out and he heard one say to the other, "Wow, that was one hot pussy." The other one had replied, "Yeah and she sucks cock like a pro." Joel had closed his bar up in the early hours as usual. He was tired and glad to be home. He wondered if he was going to get to bed with his lovely wife, or if his side would still be occupied and he would have to use the guest bedroom. He wondered who the agency had sent to keep Miriam company. As both men entered the building together, Joel said, "Hi, you must be the new tenant at number 19." "Yes, I'm Chris," was the reply. Joel introduced himself. "Welcome to Branksome Towers," he said. "Me and Miriam live at number 61. We must get together sometime, perhaps have a drink and get to know each other." "Yes, I'd like that," said Chris. When Joel returned home, Miriam was in bed, alone. He woke her as he joined her. She was not happy, and she asked why he hadn't got the escort agency to send her a companion for the evening, as he had promised. He protested that he had. But no one had turned up at 61 Branksome Towers. "Oh, by the way," he said. "I've just met the new guy at number 19, Chris. He's a good looking guy I think you'll like him." "Yes, and I've seen his wife," said Miriam. "She's a stunner, you'll love her. But maybe I'll get to her first." she said with a smile. When Chris let himself in to the apartment, he could see the lounge lights were still on. He went into the room and saw Marianne asleep on the sofa, with her silk robe over her. Her hair was a matted mess and her lips were puffy. He slid the robe off her. She was naked and her pussy lips were also puffed up, there was a wet patch on the sofa between her legs. It was obvious that she had been fucked. "What the hell has been going on here?" he shouted! Marianne lazily opened her eyes. "Oh, thank you darling. I've had a wonderful night. I'm totally fucked out and I must have had a bucketful of cum. Those two guys you sent round were something else. It was lovely of you to arrange it, but next time can you make it just one guy please. It's a pity you weren't here to watch and satisfy your fantasy, but they videoed it all and downloaded it onto my laptop, so you can watch it there." With that she drifted back off to sleep! Chris realised then, that the two black men he had seen leaving the building, were talking about his wife. But why had they come to see Marianne? Then he saw the escort agency card that Tom and Barry had left on the side, with 'Miriam' written on one side and '61' written on the other, or was it '19'. He realised the mistake that had been made, the two men should have spent the evening with Joel's wife, but went to the wrong apartment. And, after Marianne had agreed to try his fantasy, she thought he had sent them to her! Christ, what a fuck up! He picked up his lovely, well used wife, and carried her gently to their bed and tucked her in. The next time he met Joel, they would have a good laugh about it! A day or two later, Joel and the escort agency staff, realised what had happened with the two addresses becoming mixed up. Joel and Miriam called on Chris and Marianne to explain and apologise on behalf of the agency. After some initial embarrassment, the two couples laughed about it. That was the beginning of a close friendship that enabled Chris to realise his fantasy of being there, while Marianne was fucking Joel. It also enabled Marianne and Miriam to enjoy their bi-sexual sides as well. But, of course, that will be another story.
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Ben is fighting for his life and he knows it. Grabbing onto her labia with both hands, he tries desperately to keep his body from sinking deeper into her pulsating chasm. Of course, this stimulation of her labia causes another huge tremor, slamming his face against the pliable wall; its sticky coating covering his eyes, nose and mouth, making it hard to breathe. He is being sucked down, while the syrupy liquid that is building pressure around his legs is restricted from rising any farther by the seal his hips make against her contracted tissue lining. Adjusting his grip, he pulls as hard as he can, knowing that if he doesn't get his head free soon he will either suffocate or drown. Straining his arm muscles and kicking his feet like a swimmer against the thick gelatin substance only causes more shudders and he feels the walls closing tightly around him. Maybe this is his karma for the terrible mistake that started all of this, three years ago. He had been a college student working a summer job in a top-secret laboratory hidden in the hills in Eastern Europe. The research was unauthorized and he remembers having to clear innumerable hurdles to get the job, of course his wealthy family influence helped. It was cutting edge, biotechnology, attempting to reduce the incubation period for human beings from 9 months to 3 months or less. Several experimental fetuses, cloned from frozen stem cells, were being injected daily with various hormones and growth drugs. He was secretly covering for one of the research assistants who had a hot date, when he made the fateful mistake. Inexperienced in administering the drugs, he had misread the dosage, injecting 9cc instead of.9cc; ten times the requested amount, into one of the subjects. Not only did it reduce the incubation period but it also stimulated unnatural growth. Within a week the fetus was viable, within a month it was a toddler and within six months the child was almost twenty feet tall. He held himself responsible and when the decision was made to terminate the experiment, he snuck the child out of the laboratory and hid her away in the mountains. Inventing a "family emergency" that required him to terminate his employment, he was never suspected in the disappearance of the experimental mistake. With some help from the Internet, he locates a remote area with natural caverns, where they can live as she continues to grow. Her brain is quite advanced and she learns things quickly. In the laboratory she never had a name, she was just subject number three. He calls her Andrea and explains her history and his role in it. She tries to soothe his guilt over what she keeps telling him was a reasonable mistake. Using money from a very lucrative trust fund, he converts the caverns into a modern home for the two of them. Employing a solar powered generator to provide electricity, he equips the house with lights, a computer, a big screen television, a satellite dish and a state of the art sound system. He's very successful at day trading over the Internet, earning enough to sustain their existence in the mountains forever. They are both vegetarians and grow their own fruits and vegetables. Utilizing a P.O. box in a nearby town, he orders movies and books from Amazon and reads to her every day. She loves science, history, biographies and classic literature. When she begins maturing as a woman, he orders books on puberty and sexuality so she will understand what's happening to her body. When they left the laboratory she had two homemade sack dresses, which she quickly outgrew. Now working together, they make clothing for her from sheets and blankets. It's crude, but it serves the purpose of preserving her modesty. She sleeps on a long matt that he had custom built, under an overhang, near the mouth of the caverns. The overhang serves the dual purpose of protecting her from the elements and keeping her from being seen from planes or helicopters. His bed is in an elevated alcove under the same overhang where he can look down on her as she sleeps. Within two years she is a full-grown woman standing a little less than 50 feet tall. They play together in a meadow with her frequently picking him up in her hand, like her own live Ken doll. She is gentle but playful, holding him over her head or setting him on the top of a tree. She giggles and laughs and he loves the sound as it echoes around the meadow. In the evening, he continues to read to her or they watch movies, her favorites being 'Attack of the 50 Foot Woman' and 'Honey I Shrunk the Kids'. Initially his relationship with her is somewhere between a father figure, an older brother and a mentor. As she develops into a woman, he begins looking at her differently and their relationship has a constant undertone of sexual tension. Despite their difference in size, which precludes physical intimacy, their relationship in every other way evolves into that of a couple. They enjoy each other's company, talking on every subject imaginable and sharing the same interest in books, television and music. Lately though, Ben has found himself obsessed with Andrea's physical beauty and she has taken more of an interest in her own body as well. Every morning Andrea showers under a waterfall in a nearby mountain. Until recently, Ben never paid much attention but now he looks forward to watching her bathe. Because of their size difference, he finds that he can best appreciate her beauty from a distance when he can see her entire body. This morning she is turned away from him and he admires her long black hair hanging halfway down her back. His eyes travel down to the curves of her perfect, round ass and the shapeliness of her long slender legs. When she turns around and tilts her head back to rinse her hair, her bountiful, white breasts are pushed out towards him and he sucks in his breath at the sight of her large, rose-colored areolas and jutting nipples. He has watched her for several weeks now and every time he sees her naked body, it still takes his breath away. Tucked back in his alcove where he knows she can't see him, he's stroking his cock as he delights in the sight of her flat stomach giving way to her thick, black pubic hair. She's rubbing the water up and down her legs, over her ass cheeks and across her hairy mound. He watches her hand linger on her pussy, rubbing a little longer this morning than she usually does. He's surprised when she looks around, doesn't see him and goes back to rubbing her hand between her legs. He's stroking his cock a lot faster now, as he watches her finger disappear between her pussy lips. Andrea has been wondering about masturbation for some time now and thinking she's alone, this is the first chance she's had to experiment. With her eyes closed and one hand against the mountain to steady her, she slides her finger in and out of her aroused pussy. As Ben frantically strokes his cock, he watches her lean her back against the mountain, freeing her other hand to massage her giant tits. Pulling and twisting on her nipples, she's pumping her finger furiously in and out of her pussy. With her head thrown back and her hips thrusting against her hand, Ben watches as she fingers her pussy to a trembling orgasm. He shoots his load about the same time, wishing with all his heart there was some way they could be intimate as a couple. That night she asks him to read to her about male and female masturbation, fellatio and sexual intercourse. She is sitting under the overhang, leaning against the wall near his alcove, positioning her ear so she can easily hear him. He has always respected her right to find answers to any questions she asks. Tonight, knowing why she's asking, he finds just the right book and reads to her, answering her many sexual questions. When he's finished she asks more questions. "Ben?" She whispers, because her voice will echo through the canyon. "Yes, Andrea?" He answers, close to her ear. "Do you masturbate?" She asks quietly. "Yes, sometimes." He answers. "Do you?" He asks, already knowing the answer, but wondering what she'll say. "I just started doing it." She answers matter-of-factly. "Have you had fellatio and sexual intercourse, Ben?" "Yes, Andrea." He answers. "Before we met, when I was in college, I was intimate with a few different girls." "Did you love them?" She wants to know. "I guess I thought I did." He answers introspectively. "But in hindsight, probably not, since I can't even remember their names." He laughs. "I love you Ben." She says. "I wish we could do those things." "I love you too, Andrea." This is the first time he's admitted it to her or himself. "And I wish we could, too." "Can I see it?" She asks. "Can I see your penis, please?" He hesitates but doesn't see any reason to hide from her, especially since he's been watching her bathe everyday. "Okay." He answers, still unsure of himself, but willing to be part of her education. He takes off his clothes, climbs down from the alcove and holds his arms up to her. She wraps her hand around his back, under his arms and lifts him up close to her face. This is the first time she has held him in her hand when he was naked. His cock is hard from the sexual nature of their reading, their discussion and her intense interest in his body. "It's sticking straight out." She observes. "Is it erect?" She asks, putting her finger under his cock, the tip of her nail touching his balls. "Yes. Our discussion and your interest have aroused me." He answers honestly, enjoying her touch. "I don't suppose I could do fellatio on you with my big mouth, could I?" She asks. "Probably not." He answers, staring at her face. Her mouth is almost two feet wide and he doubts if his penis would get past her lips. "But it wouldn't hurt to try, if you'd like." He says, considering whether it would work, and realizing he has nothing to lose. "Maybe you can sit on my tongue and I can put my top lip down on it." She says, intently studying his penis. "What do you think about that?" "Let's do it!" Ben answers, spreading his legs apart. She sticks out her tongue and positions it between his legs, the tip of it wrapping up around his ass. Feeling the warm moisture of her tongue against his balls and his cock is very arousing and he tells her. "Mmmm! Andrea, that feels really good!" He says, sliding back and forth, rubbing his balls and cock against her warm, wet tongue. He feels her top lip against his stomach as she slowly brings it down over his cock. It doesn't engulf him like a smaller mouth would but it's a hell of a lot better than his hand, which is all he's had his cock in for the past few years. "Now, see if you can suck a little, Andrea." He instructs her. "It already feels great, so don't worry if that part doesn't work." He feels the light pressure of her sucking against his cock and starts pumping in and out between her tongue and her upper lip. The slippery, wetness of her tongue tucked between his legs, rubbing his balls and licking across his ass drives him quickly to a more frenzied pumping action. "God, Andrea! That really feels amazing. Don't stop, okay?" He pants. She picks up his rhythm and helps him by using the hand she is holding him with to slide his whole body back and forth along her tongue, while continuing to lightly suck with her giant mouth. This unique stimulation of his balls, ass and cock by her soft, moist tongue is overwhelming and he feels his balls constrict in anticipation of his climax. "You've done it Andrea!" He yells. "I'm about to cum! Just keep doing what you're doing right now." He encourages her. She eagerly keeps pumping him back and forth across her tongue and into her mouth, his chest bumping against her nose. He responds by tensing his legs and shooting a large load of cum onto her saliva soaked tongue, and then his body goes almost completely limp. "Wow!" He says. "That was wonderful." She's pulled her tongue back in her mouth, barely tasting his small morsel of cum. She kisses him on the stomach and sets him back on the floor. "Was it really alright?" She asks, looking for reassurance. "It was more than alright!" He answers flushed with enthusiasm. "Now let's see what I can do for you, shall we? You'll need to lie on your back and put me on your chest. Of course, get undressed first." He laughs. "Gladly." She answers, stripping off her wrap-around clothing and lying down. She reaches over and picks him up, setting him down on her rib, just below her breasts. He's never seen her naked breasts this close and the sight is extremely erotic. He's kneeling just under her breast and his head is nearly even with the top of her creamy white mound. Leaning against her soft fleshy tit, he stands up and looks down at her nipple and areola. He estimates that the rose-colored areola is about eighteen inches across and the dark pink nipple is maybe four inches wide. Leaning forward, laying his naked body over her soft mound, he cups his hand around the backside of her nipple and starts licking it with his tongue. "Ohhh!" Andrea moans. "That's nice." Her nipple responds, growing more rigid and is now protruding above his hand. He wishes there was a way for him to take it in his mouth and suck it, but it is just too large. He continues licking the side of the coarse nipple and squeezing it with his hand. He thinks that next time he'll bring lotion and use both hands to stimulate her nipples. Balancing himself against her tit, he works his way over to the other one and applies the same licking and squeezing to that one, getting the same rigid response. Andrea is enjoying the squeezing and licking of her nipples, having never felt anything like it. She is instantly aroused and feels the moisture building between her legs, just like the book said it would. Not wanting to walk on her for fear of breaking the mood, he lies down and rolls along her flat stomach, across her naval, stopping when he reaches her patch of black hair. It's like lying on thick grass as he scoots his naked ass down across her pubic mound. He can already smell her arousal and feels his cock getting hard again. He maneuvers his body around so he's nestled in the valley between her thigh and her torso, lying on his stomach his hard cock pressed against her soft flesh. He reaches down and runs his hand up and down her moist pussy lips, smearing her thick juice all over them. Startled by the unfamiliar touch, Andrea pulls her knees up, pinching his body between her thigh and her abdomen. He pushes on her leg until she moves it down a little, then crawls forward and slides his hand inside her welcoming pussy. Her lips are about eighteen inches long and he moves his hand up and down the entire length. "Mmmmm!" Andrea moans at the feel of his hand inside her aroused pussy and she spreads her legs wider apart. Ben scoots his body forward until he can push his whole arm inside her pussy and starts moving it in and out. Andrea moans her delight at the feel of his arm and raises her hips up to meet his thrusts. Twisting his body so he can use both hands on her, he spreads her labia, exposing her thick, pink clit and smears pussy juice across it, before gripping it with his hand. Andrea has never felt anything like this and her whole body shakes, nearly causing Ben to fall off. Only his arm inside her pussy, up to his shoulder, keeps him from falling. Ben raises his head and opens his mouth as wide as possible, sucking the tip of her clit between his lips. Andrea starts bucking her hips off the ground and wraps her hand around his back, tucking her pinky under his ass cheeks, to keep him from falling. His lips are stretched wide around the tip of her clit, and the sucking action is just what she needs to ignite her built up passion. Ben continues to suck her clit while pumping his arm in and out of her soggy pussy. Andrea holds Ben against her and rocks her hips up and down as her explosive orgasm overtakes her. Her hot juices gush out, soaking Bens arm, shoulder and chest. She moves his mouth away from her sensitive clit and he dips his head down to lap up her sweet cream, oozing from her eighteen-inch opening. Ben shoves both arms inside her pussy for leverage and swings his legs around to the ground. Standing between her legs, intoxicated by her strong aroma, he pushes his whole head inside her pussy, licking and sucking up her juices. Andrea responds to this new stimulation by pulling her knees up and spreading her legs farther apart. This dislodges Ben's head from her pussy and he stands up, catching his breath, her sweet nectar running down his face. He presses his chest against her opening, wrapping her pussy lips around his sides. The wet, heat engulfs him and he humps his hard cock against the folds of her pussy. Andrea overcome with desire and feeling the build up of another orgasm, again wraps her hand around Ben's back, lifts him off the ground and rubs his whole body up and down against her enflamed pussy lips. Ben has never felt anything like this. She's actually jacking him against her pussy, rubbing his chest, his stomach and his hard cock up and down against her warm wet pussy lips. This pushes Ben close to his own climax and he wraps both of his hands around her clit, frantically rubbing up and down as his body is pressed more tightly against Andrea's pussy lips. Ben keeps working her clit with his hands, massaging her to a rousing orgasm, while he shoots his load inside the folds of her pussy. His cum is washed away by the sudden gush of hot liquid that explodes against his chest and stomach. Her juices are running in parallel streams down his legs and along the crack of her ass. Back to back orgasms leaves Andrea breathless and her chest heaves as she gulps air into her lungs. Looking up, Ben can see the rise and fall of her opulent breasts as she continues to hold his body against her quivering pussy lips. He is also panting, stunned by what just happened. No other human being on the planet has ever experienced what he just did. This magnified view of a living, throbbing pussy, wrapped completely around his body makes him shudder with desire for more. He wants to be inside of her, somehow, someway, he wants to make it happen. As Andrea recovers from her orgasms, she lifts Ben from her drenched pussy and nestles his soaked body between her breasts. Relishing the feel of her warm, soft flesh he snuggles up against her left tit and falls asleep to the rhythm of her heartbeat. The next morning Andrea wakes first and happily feels Ben still cuddling his body against her tit. She lightly places her hand on his back, massaging his naked flesh with her fingertips. "Ben?" Andrea whispers. "Are you awake?" "Yes." Ben answers, balancing himself against her smooth, soft tit as he stands up. "Thank you, Ben." Andrea says as she picks him up and kisses his chest. "That was amazing!" Then she starts laughing so hard he watches her tits bounce around on her chest. "What's so funny?" Ben wants to know. "You!" Andrea laughs. "You're covered with my juices from head to toe and they've dried to a milky white flake all over your body. You look funny!" "Do you think I got carried away?" Ben asks. "Yes, but in such a good way!" Andrea asserts. "I loved every minute of it Ben and I love you so much! Even though it wasn't exactly intercourse, I'm glad we were able to do something. It's been building for some time hasn't it?" "Yes, I believe it has, Andrea, and I'm glad too!" Ben says, leaning forward and kissing her upper lip. "I also, have an idea that I think will make it even better." "Wow! Do you mean even better than last night? I don't know how!" Andrea sighs. "I want to penetrate you with my whole body." Ben says seriously. "I want to sink into your pussy, feet first, and fuck you with my entire body. What do you think?" He asks excitedly. "Mmmmm. Are you sure?" She asks. "I mean, it sounds wonderful, but will it work?" Andrea wants to know, then adds, "I'm getting wet just thinking about it. Can you really do it?" "I think we should try! How about tonight?" Ben says, excitedly, his cock getting hard thinking about it. "We'll see." She says, teasingly. "I might have a headache." They both laugh and Andrea kisses his chest as she adds, "I can't wait!" They work hard all day in their vegetable garden, the sexual tension thick in the air around them. Suddenly, in one night their entire relationship has changed. Andrea's pussy is moist nearly all day as she silently relives her orgasms from the night before. Ben, likewise sports a hard cock throughout the day, but more from watching Andrea bend over or swing her hips than from his memories of the night before. Finally, the day's work is done. "Let's get cleaned up, and give my idea a try." Ben says when they've finished dinner. Ben watches Andrea shower again, but this time instead of jacking off, he just admires her immense beauty and dreams of immersing himself in her pleasure center. Ben bathes in a nearby stream and takes care to trim his toenails very short so they won't scratch Andrea. They're both naked when they meet back in the cavern to execute their erotic plan. "Andrea, did you like it when I licked your nipples last night? Was that worthwhile foreplay? Would you like me to do it again?" Ben asks, trying to determine if his meager attempt at sucking her nipples turned her on. "Oh yes!" Andrea answers enthusiastically. "That was wonderful, Ben. It made me wet before you even got near my pussy." "Okay, lets start there again tonight, but I'm going to use lotion rather than my tongue." Ben says, lifting his arms up for Andrea to pick him up. Andrea again sets Ben under her large breasts and he leans his naked body against her soft tit. Ben opens the bottle of lotion and pouring a large amount over her nipple, he wraps his hands around it and begins stroking up and down. "Oh Ben, that's wonderful. That's different than last night!" Andrea says, lifting her head so she can watch him. Her nipple responds immediately to his caress, growing to about four inches long. Ben continues stroking and squeezing her nipple and then rubs lotion across her areola and the top of her breast. Andrea loves the feeling of Ben's hands on her tit and again senses the arousal emanating from her pussy. Ben switches to her other breast and does the same thing getting the same reaction from Andrea. After caressing her breasts for a while, Ben stands between her tits and looks at Andrea's face. "Ready?" He asks. "We've read about virginity and you know this will hurt, right?" "Yes. I know and I'm ready!" Andrea answers. "Okay, here I go. You need to pull your knees up as high as you can and spread your legs very wide." Ben tells her as he turns to go. He stops momentarily and turns back toward Andrea's face. "I love you!" He says, then lies down and rolls across her stomach to her pubic mound. Her knees are already pulled up, creating a small plateau between her legs, with her pussy lips pointing straight up. Ben pulls himself up and lies on his side next to her moist pussy. With his body stretched out along the side of her pussy, he gently rubs his hand up and down her lips, sending shivers of pleasure through her body. The heat coming off her pussy looks like steam evaporating into the air. "Oh, Ben! Mmmmm!" Andrea moans. "Ben is 6'4" tall and very muscular. He's calculated that Andrea is about nine times as tall as an average woman, making his height equivalent to the length of an average penis for her. Sitting up he swings his legs between her pussy lips, slipping them inside of her up to his knees. His toes and heels glide along the hot, wet tissue of her pussy walls, sending shivers through her body. Then, resting one hand on each side of her pussy, he raises himself up; much like he would on parallel bars and slowly lowers his legs into her hot, wet hole. He's in nearly to his waist, feeling his hard cock rub against the hot, moist lining of her pussy, when his feet hit what must be her hymen. Ben stops and looks up at Andrea's face. "Are you ready?" He asks. "This is the part that may hurt." Ben says, as he holds himself up by his arms. "Please, Ben. It feels so good already, keep going!" Andrea pleads enjoying the feeling of his hands on her labia as much as his legs inside her pussy. Ben pushes down on her pussy lips with his arms, raising most of his body out of her pussy and bending his knees, he pulls his feet up as high as he can. Then in one quick thrust, he kicks his legs out straight, while letting go with his hands, plunging his body forcefully down into Andrea's hot, wet pussy, breaking through the barrier and burying himself up to his arm pits. Her muscles close around him like a cocoon, snugly wrapping him in her soft, moist tissue. "Ohhhhh!" Andrea yells as she feels Ben tear through her hymen. Gritting her teeth against the sharp pain, she feels her pussy filled with his body and her grimace slowly turns to a grin. He's actually inside of her. It's the most unbelievable thing she's ever known. She feels so full and even though it hurts a little, she spreads her legs wider to accommodate him. Lifting her head up she looks at his head and shoulders sticking out of her pussy. Un- fucking-believable! Ben slowly pushes himself up again and calls out to Andrea. "Are you alright?" He asks, with only his legs inside her. "Yes! I can't believe you're actually inside of me, Ben! It's the most incredible feeling. How does it feel to you?" She asks him. "Andrea, you can't imagine!" He tells her. "Everything about being inside of you is so erotic. Your smell, your taste, my cock rubbing against the lining of your pussy. It's like I'm actually fucking you!" He yells up to her. "Ready for me to start moving in and out?" He asks her. "Yes! Please! I can't wait!" She answers, even though she has tensed her body, expecting more pain. Almost like he's exercising on parallel bars, Ben raises and lowers his body in and out of her steamy pussy. His body is completely coated with her juices and he's rubbing his hard cock up and down against the inner walls of her steamy pussy. Andrea has the double stimulation of his body inside her pussy and his hands gripping and pushing against her pussy lips. She starts moving her ass up and down in rhythm with him as Ben tries to pick up his speed. He's primarily relying on gravity to pull him down into her tight, constricted cavern and he's not very successful at speeding it up. As his arms tire, he let's himself drop into her up to his armpits, and then wrapping his hands around her aroused clit, he sucks the tip of it into his mouth. "Oh my god!" Andrea yells, as Ben attacks her clit with his hands and his mouth. She starts bucking her hips wildly, shaking his body up and down inside her enflamed pussy. Ben holds onto her clit, letting his body drop farther inside of her until just his head and hands are sticking out. His rock hard cock is rubbing against her hot, juicy pussy lining, pushing him nearer to his own orgasm. He's bouncing up and down inside of her, holding onto her clit to keep from getting sucked all the way in. Andrea is building to her own explosive climax from Ben's machinations of her clit and from the feel of his body bouncing in and out of her pussy. Ben comes first, shooting his load against the inner lining of her pussy, jerking his body and losing his grip on her clit. Andrea is right behind him, thrusting her hips up, sucking him deeper inside of her as the first wave of pleasure pulsates through her pussy, releasing a gush of juices around his legs. Ben feels her pussy clenching around him, pulling him deeper inside, burying his face in the soft tissue lining of her pussy and leaving only his hands and forearms exposed to the air. Suddenly, he can't breathe. He's fighting for his life and he knows it. Grabbing onto her labia with both hands, he tries desperately to keep his body from sinking deeper into her pulsating chasm. Of course, this stimulation of her labia causes another huge tremor, again slamming his face against the pliable wall; its sticky coating covering his eyes, nose and mouth, once again making it hard to breathe. He is being sucked down, while the syrupy liquid that is building pressure around his legs is restricted from rising any farther by the seal his hips are making against her contracted tissue lining. Adjusting his grip, he pulls as hard as he can, knowing that if he doesn't get his head free soon he will either suffocate or drown. Straining his arm muscles and kicking his feet like a swimmer against the thick gelatin substance only causes more shudders and he feels the walls closing more tightly around him. Andrea, shaking from the intensity of her orgasm, lies with her legs pressed tightly together, catching her breath. She moans slightly at the erotic stimulation of Ben thrashing around in her wet pussy, squeezing her labia. Suddenly, she jerks her head up, spreads her legs apart and looks down between her legs. Where's Ben? "Ben!" She yells, sliding her finger between her pussy lips. Ben, having lost his grip on her labia sinks deeper into her pussy, his arms stretched over his head. He feels the hot, spongy, lining of her saturated pussy tighten around him as it conforms to his body like shrink-wrap. Just as he thinks he can't hold his breath any longer, Andreas finger slides over his head, hitting his arms. He quickly wraps his hands around her finger, holding on as she pulls him up. Breaking through her lips, he gasps for breath, choking as she grabs him around the waist with her other hand. "Oh Ben! I'm so sorry!" Andrea cries. "I closed my legs when the orgasm hit. I wasn't thinking!" She's sobbing and wiping her juice off of him. Ben has wiped his face with his hands and is taking deep breaths trying to calm his rapid heartbeat. "It's not your fault!" Ben tells Andrea. "I lost my grip. When I came, my whole body relaxed and I let go. It was stupid." Andrea again has Ben nestled between her breasts, holding his wet body tightly against her. "What was it like, Andrea?" Ben asks, raising his head up from her breast. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" He asks laughing. "Oh God, Ben! It was to die for!" Andrea sighs. "It was absolutely to die for!" "Almost." Ben says. "Almost." The End
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I’m a 25 year old male man who has never had sex. That means I am a virgin. I truly wish I could say the reason why I have yet to have any type of sexual experience is because of religious or high moral ground but saying that would be me lying to myself. I have never been on a single date. I have never held a woman’s hand. I have never felt a woman’s lips against mine. I never have hugged or been hugged. To simply put it I have never had any physical contact with a woman. The only physical contact I have ever had with women are hand shakes I have received meeting women for interviews or in professional situations. A few slaps to the face at well but those are another story. As the reader of this story I want you to understand in no way do I blame women or have any resentment toward them for not being interested in me sexually. You’re attracted to whom you are attracted to. If I was a smart, beautiful, articulate, modern, independent woman; I too would not find me attractive and surely would not go out with me. I won’t lie to you for many years I was pissed at women for not liking me. I think that is a natural response for anyone. A major reason for this anger did not necessarily come from not having a girl find me attractive but from being ridiculed and blatantly made fun of by girls through middle school and high school. During those years I had the very pretty and very popular girls make fun at my expense. They would call me pathetic. They would ask me if I had any friends because there is no way someone like me could have a friend. They would call me poor because of the way I dressed or choice or glasses. I have always been a person who never cared about being popular or fitting in, so wearing stylish clothes or being stylish have never held any ground for me so I was an easy target. Being over weight made me an easy target too. Day after day I was told how me sharing the same earth offended them. Oh, Lucky me. When I was going through the torment of those years I pulled myself away from social life and naturally away from women. Hell I did not feel very good about myself. To be truthful I felt like a loser. If your told you’re a loser every day over a long period of time, sadly you allow it to permeate your brain and you too begin to believe it. I felt women or actually girls were “bitches.” Pardon the language but that is how I felt. I thought women were heartless, mean, spiteful beings that had been put on this earth to make me feel like shit. Over time as you mature thankfully and so do girls. Eventually, one day you realize women are not heartless or spiteful or mean. Those girls who made fun of me were teenagers. Being a teenager is plan hell. Our bodies change. We now find the opposite sex attractive. Some of us have problems at home and so to deal with these issues some of us make others’ lives a living hell, so they can feel better about theirs. I also learned not to blame women for not liking me. I was accepted that I am unattractive. There are ugly people, there are average looking people, pretty people, beautiful people, and absolutely hot/gorgeous people. I learned that I do not fall into any of those divisions, I am in the very small and sadly infamous, the undatable category. For a long time I had a hard time accepting that fact but like most things we experience in life we learn to acknowledge them and soon become accepting of them. The simple reason why I have never had sex and why I most likely never will is because I am unattractive to women. I am both unattractive physically and mentally. First of all, for most of my life on this earth I have been chubby. Hell, who am I kidding. My whole life I have been obese. Not that you really care, but I am 5’10” and currently weigh between 190 and 195lbs. The positive thing about this is approximately less than 3 years ago I weighed over 260lbs. So I went from a huge disgusting fat pig to a fat guy. Don’t get me wrong I am so relieved that I am just a fat guy. I make light of it but I am very proud of myself and continue to work on loosing more weight. Being over weight is just a simple part of why I am unattractive. On a good day I am an average looking guy, which I can live with. How many of us are Brad Pitt or Jennifer Anniston. I never wanted to be one of the pretty people, all I wanted for a long time was to be attractive enough to get a date or a girlfriend. But wishes are just that wishes. Like I have mentioned earlier, one day you finally accept this as being reality. Now getting back to why I am unattractive to women. From the moment I realized that I am attracted to women, I have felt that no woman could find me attractive. I believe that mental state is and has been my greatest downfall. If I feel like a loser and I give off that vibe to women. Women are amazingly perceptive and they can see a guy without an ounce of confidence from a mile away. Women want a man with confidence. Someone who knows who they are. Someone who knows what they want. Knowing that I have no chance to ever get a date is why women ignore me and why I essentially repulse them. Confidence makes the man. So a man without confidence is a boy. It may not be fair but life and reality is far from ever being fair. What is amazing to me is, that even though I am 25 years old and have never been on a date and have no hopes I ever having that experience in life, I am still betrayed by my feelings. To this day, if I am in a store, a mall, a job, where ever I still have women catch my eye. That is such a cruel fate. I’m allowed to painfully be attracted to women but there is no way they are going to be attracted to me. I think there is something a little unfair in that equation, if you ask me. I know the cute blonde with her hair in the ponytail in the next check out line would never give me a single thought but I am “forced” to be attracted to her. That is so much fun. For many years it really hurt to know this as my lot in life. Though now when I happen to see a woman that I am attracted to I just appreciate her for her beauty. I no longer punish myself with silly internal thoughts of being a “loser” or “there is no way in hell she would ever talk to you, let alone agree to going out with me.” I am truly amazed that how comfortable I am with the idea that I will not experience dating or having physical contact with a woman. I no longer feel as though it is a curseful existence but it being a part of me. I now willing accept it as I except that I am 5’10” or have brown eyes. Don’t feel bad that this is my lot in life. It’s really not that bad for me. For those of you, who have found me to be a big pathetic loser, I have too words for you. SCREW YOU!. Just kidding. Seriously, since I am now 25 years old and have failed to ever go out on a date or have any rather intimate dealings with an actual woman, I don’t want to start dating now. I mean I have missed out on experience in the dating game, meaning how to act around women in that arena. I don’t know the signals, when a woman is interested in you. I don’t know how to act on a date. I don’t know anything about women. I’m at a horrible disadvantage. Men and women have years of experiences. They go out on dates. If the date goes bad, it thankfully ends and they move on to another person. They continue to go out on dates with the opposite sex in hopes of finally meeting someone nice and whom they are compatible with. They then continue to date that individual. As long as the feelings continue and there is chemistry between them, it may lead to a physical exchange, which is sex. The time in which this occurs naturally differs from person to person as well as situation to situation. But normal, healthy men and women have adult relationships with one another. The relationship may lead those two to falling in love. They may move in. They may break-up. They may even marry and have kids. That is evidently the appealing part to dating is the unknown of where this date with this person can take you. It is about having fun, meeting people and then having fun with them. Why am I telling you this. You the reader knows a lot more about dating or relationships then I do or ever could for the simple fact that you have actual real life experience. I have simply conjectured and over simplified the complexities of dating, sex, and relationships from someone that has never been on a date. Getting back to what I wanted to say, is that since I lack real life dealing with women in the arena of dating, I’m glad that women are not knocking my door down or clawing at me for a date because I don’t know if I would go out with her. I know you may think it’s weird, hell, I think it’s weird and I have made that choice. Though I know I never will have to ever worry about declining the affections of a woman. I am unequipped to date, have sex, and surely fall in love with a woman. Women are beautiful, complex, sexy, mysterious creatures and I know that there is now way I could be an adequate boyfriend and lover for her. There are numerous men out in the dating world for women. They really don’t miss me not being in the dating game. I know there are a lot of crappy guys that women are subjected too but if I dated I would probably be one of the lame or lousy dates women occasionally go on. Moving on to a subject that I know knowing about and that subject would be sex. First of all, I am extremely relieved that I have never had sex or ever will. I know that sounds rather foolish or weird but for someone like me it makes perfect sense. I won’t lie to you, like all humans I have thought about sex. Specifically, having sex with a woman. Who’s lying. I have spent endless hours of my life thinking about sex. I have desires, needs, that leads to thoughts, to fantasies but over time desire fades, needs fade. When you don’t find yourself sexy, you really don’t feel like having fantasies or ever having sex because you don’t believe any woman could desire you in such a way. Getting back to the main point here. For someone like me to ever be in a situation where I would have sex with a women, there would be too much anxiety. All the possible pleasure or enjoyment would be sucked away by pressure and anxiety. I am a 25 years old, meaning that I would be dating women in that range, meaning that there are not a whole lot women over the age of 22 that are virgins, or who have never been on a date. Unless they are a social misfit like me and I don’t know if I would want to date someone pathetic like me. So that means if I was ever to have sex it would most likely be with a woman who has sex. Meaning that they know what to do. They know what good sex and what bad sex is like. I’m not a complete idiot. I have a pretty good idea where my parts match up to her parts but I am well aware that it takes a lot more then just a penis to pleasure a woman. Women need to feel a connection to the man they are going to be intimate with. That means a woman has to feel close. It does not mean that they have to be in love but there is a bond. Also, it helps to be involved in foreplay with a woman. Meaning after you have excited her mentally, her body must now follow. All men know where the woman’s vagina is but that still does not make a good lover. There are nearly endless places of pleasure on a woman’s body to excite her and I am not sure where they are all located or exactly what to do with them. Unless a woman is willing to tell me move by move, touch by touch, lick by lick, or generally take me by the hand and tell me what she likes. If she had a lot of time and patience, it might work out, but most likely I would be fumbling around for endless minutes and she would get bored. I don’t see how my first time I would be able to bring her to orgasm. I know a lot of men do not bring their female partners to orgasm but if I had sex before at least I would believe the woman faking her orgasm wasn’t faking. Seriously, it really sucks knowing that my first time I have no chance of pleasing her. That is a part of sex, to achieve orgasm. If you take all chance away from the woman from gathering her own pleasure, she won’t be jumping at me to have sex with her. Don’t laugh but I have seen my fat body in the mirror. I have to admit, it’s not exactly what could be called classically sexy. To be truthful, the word sexy and me should not be in the same sentence unless it is proceeded by the prefix un. All kidding aside, during sex, one generally should be naked and I don’t know if I could show myself to a woman. When one has sex, you end up having to reveal yourself. Which means you have to allow yourself to be vulnerable. I don’t know if I can do that. Especially, knowing that the woman I am going to be with has had other partners. I know I could never match them. Unless, hopefully, they all were horrible in bed. I can wish. Stop judging me. I’m sure you remember your first time having sex. For someone of you it is very fond, some it was horrible, bad, or just average, and just plan awkward. But now think about being 25 years old and your first partner had has lovers. That means that they have had sex with those partners multiple times, meaning they are well versed in sex. Compared to you, they are masters at sex. So I bet you wouldn’t be jumping at sex, if you were in my position. The another reason why I am not chomping at the bit to have my first sexual experience is the size of my penis. You would think that since I am over weight, maybe average looking, you would think I would be rewarding with a good-sized penis. I’m not talking about having a ten-inch penis, but something a little more than I pack. There is a bare minimum in both length and especially girth and I fall short of both of them. Yes the trifecta. Fat, low self-esteem, and small penis. Woo! Hoo! How lucky am I. I can’t see why woman aren’t interested in me. Looking over and thinking about what I have just written, I don’t know why I have spilled these thoughts out onto the electronic media known as the internet. I guess I needed to vent these thoughts about my struggle with dating and the futility in romance. I poured out a piece of my soul out to strangers because all those who will read this are strangers and can only judge me by these words. It makes it easy to spill, when you are essentially are anonymous. I hope you enjoyed viewing a piece of what it is like to be me. Please contact me if you liked this baring of my soul. Tell me if you liked it. Tell me if you think I’m a loser. Tell me what this little writing did or did not do for you. I’m not ashamed of who I am. This is a part of me. To deny being a 25 year old virgin, would mean to deny who I am and how could I do that. Give me advice. And for all the ladies if your looking for a 25 years old, 5’10”, between 190 and 195lbs. Chubby, brown-eyed guy, who has never had sex, feel free to contact me because I know all woman are looking for that in a man. I’m kidding ladies. Truthfully, anyone who reads this give me your honest, truthful feedback. Don’t be afraid to be harsh. I can handle anything. Bye for now. I always get excited and antsy when I'm going over to his place. I take extra time in the shower to make sure I'm perfectly shaved and sparkling clean. Put on my special makeup and make sure my hair is perfect. I picked out a lacy push-up bra and a low cut shirt. I know how much he loves my tits, so I like putting them in the forefront for him. It isn't too cold out, so I decided on a skirt for this evening. Now the final decision, panties, thong, or nothing? I usually prefer nothing, but since I was wearing a relatively short skirt, I opted for a thong. I took one last look in the mirror, hopped in my car, and was on my way. It was about a 30 min drive. I blasted upbeat music to keep myself distracted from how eagerly I wanted to get there. Once I finally arrived, I pulled into his driveway, shut off the car, took a quick peek at myself in my rear view mirror, and got out of the car. He opened the door as I was walking up the driveway. He must have been eager to see me too, he didn't even wait for me to knock. He's tall, dark, and handsome. Cliche - I know, but the description suits him well. He is indeed tall; although, I am only 5'1" so most people are tall to me. He has serious-looking, blue eyes. Either way, he's hot as hell, totally my type, and I melt a little when I see him in the flesh. His pics don't do him justice, but do a good job of making me wet when I see them. "Hey, how was the drive?" He asked in his deep voice. "Good!" I replied. I stepped inside, he closed the door behind me, and we walked upstairs. He sat on the couch and motioned for me to sit beside him. I'm not sure if it was how horny I was, or how exceptionally hot he looked to me this evening, but I wasted no time in getting down to business. Instead of sitting beside him, I straddled his legs and sat on his lap facing him. My pussy was in the perfect position to feel his dick through his pants. With a slight circular motion, I slowly grinded against his growing bulge. He reached his hand up and fondled my tit firmly. I took my shirt off to make it easier for him. He reached around and undid my bra to release my DDDs. His eyes widened with excitement as my bare breasts were revealed. He cupped one with a look of hunger and leaned in to wrap his mouth around my nipple. He was freshly shaved today (sometimes he sports a beard), so his face was smooth against my bare tit. His eyes closed and I could tell he was savouring it. He then moved to my other breast as if he was sensing it was lonely (it was) and repeated the same move. I put my hand around the back of his head and slowly ran my fingers through his dark, short hair, slightly pulling his head closer at the same time. The wetness in my panties intensified from the usual perpetual wetness state I was in. I lightly moaned to show my pleasure at what he was doing. I started grinding faster on his cock. It was so big and hard, like a rock. He firmly grasped my ass cheek with one hand, and gave an approving "mmmm," when he noticed I just had a thong on underneath my skirt. Grabbing the back of my hair with the other hand, he tilted my head back so he could start kissing up my neck. This was sending me over the edge: my pussy was gushing wetness, my clit was throbbing, I had goosebumps up my arms. He continued up my neck to my mouth and brought my head back in place so he could stick his tongue in my mouth. I reciprocated and we made out for a good five minutes while I continued to grind on his cock and he kept a firm hand on my ass cheek. I loved kissing him. He was one of those people I could spend hours making out with, which wasn't typical for me. He could somehow get me to enjoy many things that I wouldn't with other people. Things I only do with/to him. I took his shirt off and leaned into him so I could feel my bare chest against his. There is nothing quite like feeling a man's virile, naked body against my own. Our making out intensified. My thong was soaked. My clit was aching to be touched by him. It was almost as if he read my mind; because at that moment, he reached the hand that was on my ass further around to touch my pussy from behind. My thong made it easy for him to get his hand right in. He slid his fingers over my slit, teasing a little. I tried grinding down on them, but he was too quick and slipped his fingers away. He pulled away from kissing me and with a smirk said "nuh uh." Then went right back to sticking his tongue in my mouth before I could object. Ever so slowly, he put his hand back where it belonged and started teasing my clit again. His fingers were so close to it, but still not quite there. The aching of my clit was intense. I needed his touch there so bad that I thought my clit might explode. It took everything in me to control myself from grinding down on his fingers again. Finally, after what felt like forever, he slipped two of his fingers deep inside my pussy. "You're so wet." He stated with an air of surprise. Using my wetness to his advantage, he brought it out and up to my clit as lube. As soon as he touched it I felt relief from the aching and moaned through our kissing. He gently rubbed my clit in a circular motion. It's like his fingers were meant to be there. They glided smoothly over my clit with the help of my juices. It felt so good and I needed to make him feel this good too. I reached down and rubbed my hand up and down his bulge a few times before undoing his pants and pulling the front of his boxers down. His giant, hard cock sprang out. I stopped kissing momentarily so I could look down at it. It never ceases to amaze me, no matter how many times I see it, it is an exceptional cock. Big, thick, uncut, and silky smooth. I craved it constantly. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling its smooth, soft skin. I started stroking it slowly, relishing in the feeling of it in my hand before going back to kissing him. He continued working my clit. I was so worked up that I knew it wouldn't take long for him to make me cum. I tried to focus on my task at hand of stroking his perfect cock, but it was becoming difficult as my arousal intensified. I was on the verge of cumming, my previously soft moans were getting louder and more constant. My kissing was becoming more aggressive as my pleasure was mounting. He gripped onto me tighter, so I wouldn't involuntarily move away. Just in time for me to explode with intense pleasure, moaning his name while climaxing. He knew to slow down and go gently at that moment to make it last longer, then ease off. The feeling was incredible and it made me want to please him more than ever. I gave him a deep kiss before climbing down off his lap and onto the floor on my knees. I could feel my juices trickling out of my pussy and down my inner thighs. He did good, and I needed to repay the favour in one of my favourite ways. I wrapped my hand around his hard cock and gently pulled his foreskin down to reveal his smooth, shiny head. There was pre-cum trickling out. While looking up at him, I used just the tip of my tongue to lick it off, then twirled my tongue around his head a few times before wrapping my mouth around it. I wanted him to know how much I worship his cock. Slowly bobbing up and down, I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth. He tasted so good, I wanted to just devour his cock. I tried to be patient, so I could savour it. His hand was gripping my hair, helping guide me up and down the way he like it. He had a way of guiding me, while not forcing me that I particularly enjoyed. I moaned lightly to show my enjoyment of what I was doing, but felt I needed to take it up a notch...I needed to take him all the way in. Deep down my throat - somewhere no other cock had ever been. I started picking up speed bringing him deeper and deeper until I was gagging a bit. I could control the gagging better than I anticipated. It helped bring more saliva into my mouth to slide his cock in even farther. I got to a point where I felt confident that I could take the plunge. With the next cycle of movement, I went down hard and fast so his cock would ram all the way down my throat. Success! He moaned loudly and I could tell he was pleasantly surprised. I stayed there for about 5 seconds before retreating. This brought a lot more saliva out of me, which meant a nice, sloppy blowjob. I started licking up his shaft and twirling my tongue around his head again. I cupped his balls and then put my mouth back around his head. Working my way up and down with my mouth, I fondled his balls and could tell by his moans that things were ramping up for him. The extra saliva enhanced things even more. I was going to make this orgasm extra special for him. He started gripping my hair more firmly and moaning louder and I knew he was about to cum. I quickly glided my mouth down his shaft with full force so his cock would ram deep down my throat again. He pushed even further down my throat with the force of his orgasm. Moaning my name, he gripped the back of my head, and pumped his seed down into my stomach. He pulled out just before I started to get concerned about lack of air. I gasped for air when he was out, then looked up at him with pride on what I had just accomplished. I could tell by the way he looked at me that he was pleased, maybe even impressed. He grabbed my jaw with his thumb and forefinger to tilt my head up and leaned down to give me a long, passionate kiss as thank you. Up he got, put both hands on my sides, pulled me up, turned me and pushed me back onto the couch. I loved his forcefulness whenever he wanted me in a new position. Being dominated by him. I crave aggressiveness from a man in the bedroom; but had a way of doing this roughly, without hurting me. It always fills me with the desire for him to do with me as he pleases. I wanted to submit to him like no one else. He quickly pulled his pants and boxers off then whipped my skirt and thong off in the blink of an eye. He laid on top of me and started making out with me again. The feeling of his body on mine was divine and I relished in it. I love feeling a man on top of me. He reached his hand to my pussy and rubbed it a few times before dipping his fingers deep into me, pumping back and forth. Occasionally he would pause, grab my boob and plunge my nipple into his mouth then return to fingering and making out. It was a very gratifying combination. He paused again and I assumed he was about to go for my tit once more; until, he was up on his knees and I saw his cock was hard and ready to go again. It never took him long to recuperate for another round. I widened my legs, eager to get my favourite cock inside me. He rubbed his head up and down my slit before driving it hard into my pussy. There is almost nothing better than the first penetration. It always seems to takes my breath away. I assume he felt the same way - he moaned "oh fuck," at the same moment that I gasped. I like it hard and rough; which he knew, and didn't hold back. Kneeling in front of me, holding my legs in the air as leverage, he pounded and pounded. I could feel him hitting my cervix, which made it that much more intense. I couldn't help myself from moaning loudly with each thrust. It felt so amazing. I closed my eyes to focus on the feeling. Each thrust pounded deep inside me. The sensation radiated through my entire body. After a few glorious minutes he stopped, pulled out, and aggressively flipped me over. I got up on my hands and knees assuming he wanted to do me doggy style. He pushed me back onto my stomach. "Stay." He said, still panting a bit from the aggressive pounding he had just given me. I obeyed. He climbed on top of me and rammed his cock right back in where it belonged. It filled me perfectly, no matter what position we were in. Tucking his hands underneath me and grabbing a boob in each, he started thrusting again. Not as hard and fast as before - more sensually. Feeling his whole body on top of me, him gripping my tits, randomly kissing the back of my neck, and feeling his giant, hard manhood slide in and out of my pussy, made this my absolute favourite position. I felt like I could do this forever. To my pleasant surprise he moved one of his hands from my tit, down my body, to my pussy. He began gently rubbing my clit. This combined with how incredible his cock felt in this position was beyond anything I had ever felt before. It wasn't long before I was moaning loudly. He was starting to moan too and I could feel his breath getting heavier on the back of my neck. We were both very close to climaxing. My orgasm was building up and I could tell it was going to be stellar. The thrusting, the clit rubbing, his left hand now pinching my nipple, I was about to explode. "I'm going to cum!" I moaned loudly. "Me too." He responded in a pant. And then it happened - the most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced. Despite the fact he was cumming at the same time, he still managed to slow down on my clit to prolong my orgasm. His coordination was impressive. He pushed in as deep as he could go while he came and bit down on the nape of my neck as he did so. I arched my back while I was climaxing, causing his teeth to push in deeper. Something about him biting me at that moment made it even more erotic. I loved bringing out the animal in him. Me being the prey that he was overpowering as the hunter. I collapsed down when my orgasm finished, still shaking a bit from its intensity. He was still twitching inside of me - finishing off his orgasm before collapsing on top of me. We just lay there for a bit recuperating and the closeness. His cock is so big that I can hardly tell when it goes down. My pussy still feels so full and it always impresses me. He gets up, flips me over onto my back and gives me another long, passionate kiss. Then he looks me in the eyes and says, "you're beautifully" with his deep sexy voice. I melt a little, blush, and say, "thank you," softly. Standing up, he reaches his hand out to me so he can help me up off the couch. Still holding my hand, he escorts me upstairs to his bedroom. We lay down on his bed and I snuggle into him with my head on his chest. He wraps his arm around me and we fall asleep quickly.
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I was surprised when I walked into the dimly lit office the university had set up for our interviews, that he was already seated. I expected a small, sweaty guy with acne and greasy hair, but he was none of those things. He was no male model, but you would only suspect him to be your average adult male not the foot fetish pervert I had lined up to interview. Let me explain, my name is Michelle de Young and I am a psychiatry major doing one of my final papers. We were to find interesting mental case studies, and I chose the foot fetish because as a woman I really have no idea how a male could enjoy the sight, feel and smell sexually of the female foot. It seemed crazy and intriguing. But I will confess my foot phobia from childhood also created this demented desire of mine to try to understand this disgusting sexual deviation and the repulsive mostly males who are afflicted by it. I am a young lady of 24, 5'4" tall and roughly 130 pounds when I am not lying a little. The examinations were held at a college room with security outside as the subjects were not known to the interviewers. We all had roughly two hours maximum penciled in at our chosen time over a period of a week, each scheduled separately in this old section of the university where the doors are arched, and the wood expensive and thick not hallow. I wore a blue and white summer suit with a skirt which draped mid calf. On my tiny feet I had a pair of navy clogs which of course completely covered my toes. I have been told that I am attractive, and have been on many dates since my parents allowed me to be alone with boys when I turned 16 years of age. Two of the guys I have been with were foot fetishists. Both said they asked me out because of my small, dainty feet - oh, and also because they thought I was fun and pretty. That seemed secondary to these two foot gropers mind you. So, I was aware today of what my pretty size 6 feet might do as an attraction to this foot freak whom I was interviewing today. As for my dates, well, both turned out to be disasters really. More on them in another story. As I walked toward where the man was seated, I was very conscious of my feet and every step I took toward this man the more exposed they seemed although they were very covered up indeed. He was sitting in a elegant and sophisticated high back leather office chair, in dress pants, white shirt and blue tie, before he stood to shake my hand as I introduced myself. A matching chair was placed no more than three feet in front of his, so that we could face each other in an intimate and professional way for the interview. I positioned myself in the large chair facing him, grabbing the arms and hoisting myself back into the beautiful leather seat. As he sat back down I noticed him examining my clogs, which had a clunky 3 inch heel and thick black base which the expensive blue leather shoe was stitched into. The toe was not pointy, but not round either. Self conscious and a bit shy, I slipped out of the shoes and pulled my little bare feet under my body. He caught a glimpse of my pink painted toes as I tried to hide them under my legs, and then took a long hard view at the shoe pussy where my feet were pulled from. That's foot fetish talk I believe. After introductions, I asked if he was ready to be go to work. He said yes, and although his name was anonymous he introduced himself as John Doe. Me: So is it true that you developed your fetish from being around your mother's feet as a child, as is suggested by some psychiatry studies? JD: No I wouldn't say so. In fact as a child, I remember not being attracted to feet at all. I mean, women's feet. I have never been attracted to male feet. But I was even turned off a bit by the look of a woman's feet. Me: Turned off? So at what age did your fetish begin? JD: Probably around grade 3 or 4. One day I was watching TV or picking up a magazine and suddenly I was aroused by a woman with pretty feet. I can't say I understood it, acted upon it, or even understand what it was specifically. But I know it was something that sprung up suddenly which wasn't there before. Me: So how did you feel as a child growing up checking out other children's feet? JD: Well, weird to be honest. I understood by people's comments that it was not acceptable or understood. I kept it to myself and snuck glances only, never talking about it. It wasn't until I was old enough to get on the internet that I understood that I was not alone. Even as I got older, I acted like I just liked T & A just as all guys say. Me: Two guys I dated liked my feet. JD: I am not surprised. You have small feet and pretty toes from what I could see. Me: You saw my feet? JD: Certainly, I caught a quick look when you pulled them out of your shoes. Your toes are very nice. Me: (I slip a foot from under my legs so both of us could see it, and bend my toes towards me) What makes them nice? JD: Well, they're so small. I love that. They're soft looking. Your toes descend across at a nice small angle, but not too sharp an angle to ruin the shape. Your toe tips are round, your toenails perfectly shaped and you have deep nail beds and concave nails not flat. I noted your heels were very soft and smooth and your arch was high and sexy. Me: You got that from a glance? JD: Well plus what I can see now. Me: (I pulled my feet under me again). Tell me more about your kind. JD: I guess since getting on the internet I have discovered that I am not alone. First, I should explain that a fetish is someone attracted to an inanimate object like a shoe or bra. So most of us don't have fetishes, we are actually partialists. All men are partialists. My trigger is pretty feet. Other guys might have bums or breasts as a trigger. So they may be a breast partialist. From what I have discovered about 5 percent of guys have pretty feet as their trigger. But I do like other female body parts like other guys. I look at bums and boobs, legs and a pretty face like yours. So do boob men. In fact from what I have gathered, roughly 25 percent of guys check out female feet as something they look for which attracts them to women, even though only 5 percent have feet as a trigger. Just as I like a well shaped behind, though it isn't my trigger, I still like to look at it. Me: Okay that is different from what I thought. JD: It's hard for women to understand. All women seem to hate feet. Except lesbians. They seem to have feet as their trigger at the same rate as men, 5 percent. Me: Is this right? JD: It's only from my studies on foot fetish. Me: So how do you do it? I mean in the summer women are walking around in sandals or with bare feet all the time. JD: Well it can be hard for sure. Nakedness is so frequent. And it is always our little secret. Even in the winter women have bare feet or stalkings or nylons or sexy socks. The truth is that foot guys don't like all feet. Me: They don't? What is the distinction. JD: It's huge. I like what most foot partialists like: Small feet. Toes that don't descend across at much of an angle. Mid length toes. Straight toes. Toes the right thickness for the width of the feet. No toe gaps please. It affects the look of the soles too if the toes go across too sharply. If I find a woman with these attributes, I know she will have sexy soles too as long as she has a high arch. But some guys like the exact opposite. Some like larger feet, long thin feet, long finger-toes. These guys are not the norm, but they do exist. Ever watch a Quentin Tarantino movie? That's what I think he likes. I don't really know that. But he likes models and they all have long large feet for the most part. Me: So it must be hard finding the right woman. JD: Well in the sense that I really only find women with pretty feet to be maybe 10 percent of females. So to be more specific, I would like to find a woman ideally in the top 1 percent or 5 percent at worst with the very best feet. Perfect feet. That's the goal. Then after narrowing that down, the object is to find one you think is also pretty facially and then intelligent, funny, and who has similar interests to mine. It's tough. Me: So have you ever been with a pretty woman who you just love being with, only to discover she has ugly feet. JD: I have and it is horrifying. I mean, I feel sorry for her. I have seen women who are a 10 in every way and then have these large man-feet which ruin every outfit. Is that what you mean? Me: Not really, I meant have you been in love with someone who had bad feet? JD: I can't really let it get that far. Sorry, I misunderstood the question. I have to make sure her feet are small, shapely, etc the first time we meet or I can't continue to date her and string her along. I have been with women before who have had almost pretty feet, but gorgeous in every other way. But I always found myself more attracted to average looking women with knock-out feet. I always felt I would stray and that wouldn't be fair. It isn't something I am proud of but I can't help the way I am and what I feel. Of course the woman also has to be both attracted to me, and tolerant of my fetish too. Many people are very selfish, so pleasing their partner might not be a high priority. Because of my peculiarity, I have to make sure I am willing to go the extra mile to please my partner sexually so that she will return the favor. Me: How has that gone? JD: Okay. I mean most women are flattered that you are giving them attention. The thing most foot guys forget is that the woman has other body parts that also need attention. I am sure breast guys have the same problem. I mean only concentrating on their trigger all the time. I have had some women who started out very tolerant and then got selfish and less and less giving so to speak. Me: So have you found anyone? JD: My present girlfriend has feet in the 1 percent for sure. She hid her feet most of her life. She felt she was doing the world a favor. She thought everyone hated feet. I had a hard time getting a glimpse of them to be honest. But when I did, wow! Me: I am self conscious about my feet too, so I understand her. JD: Right, it's because women with ugly feet have no idea they have horrible large feet, or terrible flat feet or mis-shaped toes. They walk around like their feet are just as pretty as... say yours. And women like you with high end feet have no idea guys are regularly checking them out. Me: So a lot of guys must be with women whose feet aren't their ideal match? JD: For sure. There are guys who simply could not find a woman who they both loved and who also had feet in the top percentile. But there are also foot guys who have been married and still haven't confessed their partialism. Even their own wife has no idea the guy is drooling over sexy feet all the time, but because either the wife has bad feet or he is afraid she might divorce him, he still hasn't told her. So they turn to foot porn, which I am sure you know is probably the most popular fetish. (He makes quote marks around the word). Me: Do you think normal guys, oh sorry, I mean guys without partialism to feet have similar issues. JD: I am sure it leads to a lot of marriage trouble. Butt guys no longer turned on by their wife's new body after a baby. Or breast guys not liking the saggy, post-mom tits. Or the same with them. Sometimes a breast man marries a girl with small boobs but a nice ass or pretty feet. There's always trouble brewing there. Me: Do you think if women knew there were so many foot partialists they would be more accepting of them? JD: I think it is subconscious in society. Shoe designers rarely make a woman's shoe without showing skin. No men's shoe has an open back or open toes. Women lotion their feet, soak their feet, go for pedicures etc. I think guys have subconsciously placed their love of pretty feet into female society without out-right saying so. Me: Why not just say so? JD: Foot guys keep it a secret at all costs. They probably wish they could have a foot fetish parade like gays do. It must be freeing to come out. I guess that is kind of why I am here. Me: But anonymously. JD: Yes. True. Sad really. But that is the life. Me: I feel sorry for you now. JD: Well I guess we have this shame that nobody else quite understands. Me: What is the greatest misunderstanding? JD: Probably that foot guys think of feet continually. We're guys so we do spend a lot of time thinking about our sexual trigger. All guys do. But I guess what people misunderstand is that we are also attracted to usual things. And we want a good wife and family like everyone else. We can be good dads, and we aren't perverts any more than any guy with any other trigger. It's frustrating to have to explain. But all the crazy misinterpretations about us are not right. There are guys who get a little nutty or even criminal with their lust for pretty feet, but at no more a rate than guys with other triggers. Plus we also can have normal sex too. We want to please our woman just like any other man. Maybe more, because we have this secret we are vulnerable with and want that desire pleased - so maybe we try harder to please our woman. Who knows. Me: (I slide my feet back into my clogs and watch him follow my toes the entire way until they are covered and my feet fill the shoe pussy. I cross my legs so that my foot is just a few inches from his shin and between his wide- spread legs). I think women have misunderstood foot guys completely. JD: Absolutely. But it's hard to correct when everyone is covering up and nobody talking about it. Me: Well I for one will be re-thinking my own prejudice feelings. (I slip my clog down to my toes now and dangle the shoe so that my high arch is exposed. I feel like placing my little foot between his legs on his chair so that he can enjoy it. Instead I bounce my shoe on my toes while he looks down and slid his leg slightly closer to touching my foot). JD: Thank you for re-thinking the situation. Like my girlfriend said, considering what some guys would like to do to a woman, having a guy play with her feet is pretty minor. (His leg finally bumps the elevated foot knocking the dangling clog off my toes). "Sorry," JD says, reaching down to pick up the little clog. He turns it toward my naked foot, and I point my toes and slide it in slowly and sexually like his penis going into my vagina. "I guess our time is up," I said. We stand, and unexpectedly hug. I felt compassion flow into his body from mine. We never saw each other again, but that interview changed me and I hope him as well. This is a love letter. You are away for a much-needed rest, and I am (sighhhh) left to my own devices. I'm thinking way too much and gasping far too little with ached-for orgasmic paroxysms. The ones only you can give me. The ones with you that transport me whenever we're together. And while I know you're overworked and should be taking far more time off than you are right now, I miss you. I miss you in a poetic way. I put your picture up on my computer screen and touch my fingers to it, stroking downwards as if I knew you had suddenly stopped to touch your face, knowing they were my fingertips. I feel almost guilty, my heart aching with longing for you. I find I want to sneak looks at your image without you knowing it. But I know you. I know me. I know us. And I know you sense me. You know exactly how I'm feeling right now. I reread your poems, snippets and stanzas you've written extemporaneously for me. Watching each line as it appears, drinking in the sentiments spoken and pregnantly not verbalized. Reading each line aloud, whispered, hearing your deep rumbling baritone just over my own voice. Closing my eyes, hands attempting to fully cover my aching breasts as if I were in your arms. I miss you with a depth that startles me. My life, as harried and happy and way too full as it is, seems strangely empty. I feel poignancy, a chasm of feeling somewhere deep. You reside in the place you have always known how to delve mischievously into, when it comes to me. My thighs have somehow parted without my knowledge as I think of you biting my shoulder just hard enough to hold me perfectly still while your massive hands coax me into a wetness that smooshes and squishes with wanton promise. Such is the state you drive me to with a word, a touch or, apparently, a thought. I miss you in an elemental way. Our love is earthy, poetic, demanding, raw. We scale the range of many emotional octaves. One moment, we can be arguing about politics until I wonder what planet you could possibly have just arrived from. Then, in conciliatory murmurs, we become tender and exquisitely loving, expressing as much in our silences as we do with words and touches. In the blink of an eye, embroiled in a primal tryst that takes my breath away for days every time I remember...relish...savor.... I miss your eroticism. No one has ever known how to make me cum over and over again the way you can. Until I can take no more and must beg you, finally, to cum with me. The feel of your shaft entering me, filling me, spreading my lips wider with each raging thrust is more than I can bear. Hearing you groan and snuffle like the wild thing you are. Hands on my hips from behind to grind deeper and deeper into my pussy, your scent and presence pushing me over the edge to gush copiously over your shaft. I love it most when you push my thighs apart, pulling my ankles over your shoulders. Watching you on your knees, fucking me harder and harder as I struggle to grip you ever tighter with my pussy muscles, the need to push my hips harder still to meet yours, hips slapping, the scent of our sex raw, our thrashing feeling like a scream sounds. Only you know how to make me swoon with each thrust. Only you have that animal primality that makes me wet for you within seconds. And that sweet, hot urgency never seems to fade over time or through difficulties. I am moth to your flame, I am the answer to your call, and I am here to serve your needs because you feel the same way about me. Shhhhhhh, my bard. From wherever you are, taking respite from the world's demands and clamoring be still, utterly unmoving. Imagine me, my mouth against your mouth, reciting erotic poetry. Feel my tongue between syllables, soft licks. You know well the poem that drives me wild. It's the poem I love to whisper to you with breathy, short gasps interspersed by low moans. Helen Chasin's, "The Word 'Plum'." Ah, yes, you breathe. That one. My tongue nips your lower lip as I whisper, "...taut skin pierced, bitten, provoked into juice, and tart flesh..." and you respond, your thick fingers slipping between the hot, wet folds of my labia. My mouth traces to your nipple, biting and provoking your response as I slowly breathe my favorite love-word. Each syllable strums electrically, zinging through your nerve endings: "palpable." My love, whisper it now, while you read this, "palpable." Like a heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Yours and mine. Ah, as I write, I pause, my eyes glazing, energy focused on the tight, thick tingling between my thighs. The fingers of one hand slip down, thighs opening of their own accord, spreading my lips open with my index and ring fingers, my middle finger stroking up and down my slit, pulling my fingers up to expose my clit. Mmmmm, my beloved, I am so wet for you. I rub, imagining that you're gazing with hunger at the core of my pussy, your tongue raking and flicking over my clit, and I mooaaannnnnnnn long. As if I could will you here through sheer need. Rubbing faster and faster, concentrating on my clit, I bring myself just to the point of orgasm before stopping. I will not cum, yet. I want you to read this when you return. And stroke your shaft slowly while you wait for me to find you. Ahhh. I love your virility. It permeates me. My soul misses yours, even as I know we're never truly apart. No man can evoke in me the feelings, the depth of being, the sheer longing and need the way you can. I love you. I love you for exactly who you are, simply because it IS the way you are. I don't want to change you, and I don't need you to change. You fulfill me. In every way. That's the kind of man you are. You've awaken in me the woman I always knew was there, but other men were too busy needing me to be strong for them. You are the only man who has ever demanded my all. The only man I've ever whispered, "I need you" to, because I know you need me to need you. With you, I can be soft. And in that softness for you, I have found a strength I've never known. I can be. Gaze down, baby, at your hand stroking your shaft. With your other hand, roll and massage your head. Precum glistens, now. Rub it into your skin. Yes. Like that. You know that your hands are my mouth, me kneeling before you in total submission, fucking you with my mouth, sliding down to the base of your shaft, sucking hard while I drag my red lipsticked mouth upwards. Your hips guiding my rhythm. Pausing before slipping my mouth down again, fingers circled around your base. Holding very still, your cock filling my mouth. And moaning. Long. Low. Feral.......Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm Moaning...until you feel the reverberation clear down to your toes, making them curl tightly. Stroke a little harder, beloved, a little faster. Ah, but don't cum. Not yet. And I won't either. Not until we can cum together, feel the rolling and rush of our orgasms together. I struggled for days, you know, wanting to tell you how much I miss you, and how I'm feeling. I stared at this computer screen, silent, empty, the way I feel deep inside until you're here, with me, again. How to begin? What words could I possibly start with to describe all the ways I miss you, need you, long for you--love you? And then I heard it, like a whisper at my throat: This is a love letter. -for Animal _This is filed under Sci-Fi & Fantasy because it's set in an alternate world. It will, though, heavily feature incest, big tits and big dicks like most of my stuff. And, as always, everyone involved is at least 18._ This first chapter's just a short prologue to set the scene - - plenty more to come! † † † † † "Alex! Are you out of bed yet? You've got that audition today, remember?" I groaned at the sound of my mother's raucous voice that came shouting up the stairs as I finished getting dressed. One of these days, I kept telling myself, I'd get a good job, a good acting gig that paid well and I could move the hell out of the family home and into a place of my own. Twenty years old and still living at home - - trust me, it sucks. "Yeah, big brother, don't want to miss your chance for an Oscar, do you?" came the voice of my sister. As if living with my obnoxious mother wasn't bad enough, I had to deal with the eighteen year old version of her as well. "Fuck you, Chelsea," I muttered under my breath, pulling my tie up and looking at myself in the mirror. My parents had both been lookers in their earlier years and I'd inherited their good looks if nothing else, even if I say it myself. Dark hair, square jaw, green eyes, standing nearly six feet tall, I'd had more than my share of girlfriends. Of course, most of them had smiled and walked away after seeing my less than impressive dick. Those that had stuck around hadn't exactly been impressed by inability to last more than a couple of minutes in bed. Judging from the ridicule my mother used to pour on my father, that's something else I'd inherited. Great, I thought, just the things to dwell on before an audition. That'll get my confidence up. My mother, Lisa, was making breakfast for her and Chelsea in the kitchen when I got down there; no sign of any food for me. "Didn't want you to get anything on your suit," she said when I complained. Like I said, she'd been good looking in years gone by but now, ten years after my father's death in a factory accident, she'd long gone to seed. Overweight, lank hair, bad skin - - I couldn't remember the last time I'd seen her looking anything other than like that. Chelsea was turning into a younger version of her, as well. Not quite as fat yet, but getting there, all the weight was in her belly and thighs, leaving her no tits to speak of. Her hair, like mine and our mother's, was dark but untidy; I don't think she'd ever had it professionally cut. As to boyfriends? She'd a bit of a reputation a few years before of being a prick tease, leading guys on but never giving up the goods. Now, I don't think she'd had a guy even ring her for months. "So what's the part for?" Chelsea asked, eating her fried bread, eggs, bacon and beans. "Just a small part on a soap," I said, picking up my car keys from the board on the wall. "You should be the man for the job if they want a small part," Chelsea said with a smirk. I'd gone out with one of her friends a year or two ago and she'd delighted in telling my sister of my small dick. "Fuck off," I said wearily. "Alex? Language," my mother said automatically, not even looking up from her breakfast. "I gotta get going," I said, heading out the door and to the car. An hour or so later and I was in the city, heading to my agent's office. I'd signed up with Darla Lassiter a year before and she'd found me several auditions over the last few months which had led to some one off jobs, but no steady work. Today's job, she thought, had the best chance of becoming a repeating job. "You're looking good, Alex," she said to me, "but you need to wow them today. I know the producer but I can't swing anything for you; it's all down to you, okay?" Darla was a no-nonsense sort of woman who'd been in the business for years. Mid-thirties, blonde and skinny as a bean pole, me and a couple of her other clients suspected her of being a lesbian. We'd never seen any sign of her love life, with a man or a woman, but she'd rejected several of the men who worked for her, myself included, so we just assumed she wasn't into guys. She gave me the details of the audition again, who I'd be seeing, who I'd be playing, where I'd be going, and ran through some scripts with me to get me in the right frame of mind. Soon, though, it was time for me to head off and do my thing. The drive to the audition was long due to the amount of traffic and I found myself worrying that I wouldn't make it on time. Stuck at some lights, I saw a small alleyway that seemed to cut between a builders' yard and an office block and would, if I was right, save me about twenty minutes. As the lights changed, I swung hard on the wheel, turning across the oncoming traffic that was just leaving their lights, heading for the alley - - and the car stalled. "Fuck!" I shouted, sat in a powerless car that straddled two lanes of oncoming traffic. I reached for the key as I heard the loud blare of a horn which made me glance up just in time to see the front of the truck that slammed into my car and sent me rolling up the street and into unconsciousness. † † † † † "That's it, baby - - suck that cock." "Mmmmm - - I love your big dick - - make me take it - - make me glummpppffff - - ackkk - - ggacckkk - - koffff - - aahhhh, God yeah - - mmmllffff!" I half opened my eyes and slowly turned my head to the sounds. Some guy sat in a chair, trousers around his ankles, long white coat falling to the floor, his admittedly big dick being enthusiastically sucked by a nurse who knelt between his thighs, her head being guided up and down by both his hands. She was stunning; she looked like she'd stepped out of a porno set in a hospital. Gorgeous face, tiny white uniform that was open to reveal her red lingerie: g-string, stockings, suspenders and a bra that was currently fighting to contain two huge, round, fake tits. "Fuck - - cumming!" the doctor groaned. The nurse reared back and grabbed his cock, jerking on it frantically as it started pulsing and bucking in her hand. Streams of jizz spurted from his dick, coating her face over and over as she moaned and purred in delight. I'd seen enough porn in my time to know he was giving her a facial worthy of an award and she was taking it like it was the best thing in the world. I closed my eyes again, thinking this was a strange dream, and everything went dark. † † † † † Dream or no dream, when I woke up sometime later, I was definitely in a hospital bed, laid in a small room with a couple of chairs to one side and a bedside cabinet to another. An IV tube was stuck in my left arm and my right was held aloft and in plaster. As I turned my head, I could feel a thick bandage wrapped around it. "Fuck," I whispered, my throat sore. "Least I'm not dead," I said as I remembered the truck heading towards the car. "Mr Taylor. You're awake," a man said from the door of the room. It was a doctor; he might have been the man from my dream but I couldn't be sure that had even happened. "How do you feel?" "Sore," I croaked. He took some water from the cabinet and poured me a glass, offering me a straw to sip it through. "Thanks." "You had a nasty accident. Do you remember much about it?" "The car stalled; there was a truck coming; that's pretty much it," I said. "Okay. I understand the police are going to want to talk to you as well, just as a formality. All the witnesses describe the same sort of thing happening, but they need to do the right thing, of course. Now, can you remember your name, how old you are?" Turned out I could, as well as answering a few other basic questions like the date of the accident (which had been three weeks before) but when it came to world figures like the President of America or the Prime Minister of Britain, I was coming up with names he'd never heard of. When he told me who was in those roles, he could have been making names up for all I knew. "Well, let's not worry about that right now," he said. "We'll get you back in for some tests in a week or so but for now, your mother and sister are here to take you home." As if waiting for a cue, they stepped into the room - - and I nearly passed out in shock. My mother looked like she did twenty or more years ago: she was slim again, wearing figure hugging jeans and a cropped vest top that left her tiny waist bare; her make-up, what little there was, was immaculate and she looked gorgeous; her hair was piled up on her head in a big 80's style perm. Chelsea was still a younger version of her: slim but not skinny, her legs revealed from beneath a very short tartan skirt; knee high socks and a tight blouse completing a sort of slutty school girl look; her hair was short and spiky, though, and her make-up was dark and gothic, her black lipstick set off by a studded collar around her neck. As if that wasn't a hell of a change, both of them had fake tits as big as their heads. I mean seriously big - - Tiffany Towers, Sarenna Lee, Wendy Whoppers style big. Don't know those names? Go search Google and you'll see what I mean. "Mom? Chelsea?" I gasped. "Oh sweetie, thank God you're alive!" my mother said, rushing over and hugging me as carefully as she could, her huge tits squashing against my chest. "We were so worried about you," Chelsea said, moving around to the other side of the bed and hugging me from that side, being careful not to hit my plastered arm. Four enormous, fake, round tits pressed against me and even though they apparently belonged to my mother and sister, I couldn't help glancing down mom's vest top and Chelsea's wide open blouse. I've always had a thing for big tits - - that's why the models I named above came instantly to mind - - but this was the closest I'd ever come to any this size. Beneath the covers, I felt my dick start to stir - - which gave me another surprise. Unless I was very much mistaken, my old familiar member had undergone some changes as well. Something to investigate at a later time, I thought. "I'm okay, I'm okay," I said, feeling them stand up. "I'm liking the - - the new look," I said, nodding at both of them. "What new look?" my mother said, looking confused. "We've always looked like this, Alex," Chelsea said. They both turned to the doctor. "There's the small possibility of some memory loss," he explained. "To be expected in cases like this. We'll get him back in next week for some tests but on the whole, he's good to go home." "You hear that, sweetie?" my mother said. "We can get you home today." "Your son's obviously going to need some help doing everyday tasks," the doctor said. "So please be ready to help him when he needs it." "What sort of help, doctor?" Chelsea asked. "Bathing and dressing, mostly. His right arm's going to be in plaster for another week so that's going to limit his movements. Alex?" he turned to me. "You're going to have to put up with this pair of lovely ladies being at your beck and call for a while. Think you can manage that?" I looked at the new versions of my mother and sister, my gaze dropping to their huge chests for a second, before smiling up at the doctor. "I'll try," I said. † † † † † Later that morning I sat in the passenger seat of my mother's car, waiting for her and my sister to finish up in the hospital before they took me home. A man, dressed in a long black coat and a wearing a black, wide brimmed hat walked over to the car and tapped at my window. I wound it down a little and looked up into his white, drawn face. He really didn't look well: thin, sunken cheeks and eyes, pasty white complexion, dark shadows around his yellowed eyes. "You're not meant to be here," he said. "Well I'm waiting for my mother; I've just been discharged - - " "No. You're not meant to be - - here," he said again, emphasising the last word. "I don't understand," I said. "The truck should have killed you. You should not be here." We stared at each other, him just looking at me, his eyes never blinking, me sat in shock at his words. A moment later he turned and walked away. "Hey sweetie," my mother said as she as Chelsea got in the car just as the man in the black coat stepped out of sight. "Ready to go home?" "Sure," I said. I turned back to her and smiled, glancing down at her tits again which made her smile indulgently back at me. "Sure. Let's go home."
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**Chapter One: The Wish** It was Adam's 26th birthday. Twenty-six was his favorite number (one of his favorite basketball players, Kyle Korver, wore that jersey number), so he looked forward to this birthday. He had no reason to believe it wouldn't be exceptional. His mom made a cake and put novelty "2" and "6" candles on it. When the cake was brought out, with the candles lit, and the traditional singing of "Happy Birthday," it seemed like every other birthday. And then he made the wish. _"I wish that, under any and all circumstances, I had the ability to control, change, and manipulate people and things, or anything I wanted with my mind."_ It was a very specific wish, one that he had contemplated the wording of for several days. He didn't know if it would work, because birthday wishes are a sort of superstitious thing; but decided his favorite numbered birthday would be a great time to make that wish. He took a sigh, and sliced the first peace of cake, and wondered if his wish would come true. ** Adam woke up the next morning and wished he didn't have to get dressed. Being a closet nudist, he slept in the nude, and this morning he was wishing it was legal to be nude wherever he liked. But he got up, got dressed, and went downstairs to have breakfast and get ready for his day. There wasn't much on the agenda, but he did have some errands to run at the mall later on. As he looked out the front window, checking out the day's weather, he saw a couple jogging, out for their morning run, go by his house; but the unusual part was that, apart from their tennis shows, he was nude and she only had her running shorts on. This didn't bother Adam in the slightest, other than finding it strange. He watched them run down the street, paying much more attention to her slender figure and bare back, glistening with sweat from the workout. _I wonder what she would look like without her shorts,_ he thought. And just as he was thinking this, they stopped for a breather, she pulled her shorts down and off so she was just as naked as he was, and then continued running on, out of sight now, leaving her shorts where she had dropped them. Adam stood there with his jaw dropped, shocked by what had happened. Then he remembered his birthday wish. Had it actually come true? He would have to find out. So he said aloud, "I have the house to myself right now, and no one is coming back until later tonight." He hadn't seen anybody yet, but when we walked around a bit now, he saw a note on the counter, saying that the rest of his family had gone to a nearby theme park for the day, and that he shouldn't expect them back until 11 that night. This could've been a coincidence, so he would continue trying other things. _Man, I wish that naked lady would come back and stop by,_ he thought, as he undressed himself. Don't need clothes if no one else is home. Then the doorbell rang. Looking over at the windowed doors, he saw that is was the naked lady from earlier. ** Melissa Markham and her husband, John, had seen the front page headline this morning: **US Congress Amends Law, Nudity Allowed Anywhere.** It was good news for them and their two daughters, Hannah and Liz. They all enjoyed nudity while in their home, and now they could take that enjoyment wherever they pleased. Melissa suggested to John that their morning jog should be nude today, simply because they could (he of course agreed to this). So John put on tennis shoes, and Melissa decided last second to leave her shorts on last second with her shoes. And off they went. They jogged their regular rout through the neighborhood and made chit-chat along the way. They were a very happy couple, having been married 16 years. After some time, Melissa had the desire to remove her shorts; but not just a whimsical desire; this was a strong urgent need to be completely nude. So she took discarded her shorts and began running again, not even bother to pick her shorts back up. Melissa and John continued their run, and enjoyed the new freedom of being nude while they did so. It was a normal and uneventful run, and as they were heading home, Melissa felt a strange need. There was a house they passed on their run everyday, and she didn't know who lived there, but today, she felt the strong, urgent need to go there, to meet who lived there, and to introduce herself. She told her John to go on home, that she would be back in a little while and then went up to the door and rang the door bell. She could see inside, and inside was a young man in his 20's, who she could tell was nude as she was. ** Adam opened the door to greet the naked lady whose name he did not know. He was still unsure of his power, if he even had any at all. He still needed to test things out, but figured this lady would be as good a test subject as any. "Hi, I'm Melissa, I live down the street with my family," she said as she held out her hand. "I realized today that we had never met, so I stopped by to introduce myself and get to know you." "I'm Adam. It's nice to meet you. I've seen you out running before; what made you decide to run naked today?" "Oh, didn't you see? It was in the paper today, front page. Public nudity is allowed anywhere now." Adam was slightly stunned at this. Upon hearing her words he remembered some of his first thoughts waking up this morning, wishing it were legal to be nude anywhere. However, he hadn't read the paper, and therefore had not realized this wish had come true as well. He decided it was time to start testing out his powers. Melissa was about 5'6" and had a very slender figure. Her breasts were only about B cup, but they were perfect for her body. Her hair was a dirty blonde, and went down to her shoulders while in a pony-tail, as it was now. She had a full bush of pubic hair, but her legs and ass were just as exquisite as they come, plump and juicy, but not overly so. Adam looked at Melissa, and told her, "Melissa, you will answer my questions and do as I say." Melissa appeared to space out for a second before she came back to her senses and agreed. "How old are you?" "I am 38 years old." "How long have you been married?" "16 years." "Do you have any kids?" "John and I have two daughters." "Are you happy in your marriage?" "I am very happy, I love John and my girls very much and I feel quite appreciated." "Why did you run nude today?" "We practice nudism while at home, so thought it would be fun to get out when we saw that we could." "Your whole family is nudists?" "We wear clothing when necessary, and aren't part of a group or anything, we just enjoy the freedom of non-clothing while at home." "Are you an exhibitionist too? Does being nude and having other people see you nude turn you on sexually?" "Being nude only makes me feel free, and being free allows me to be myself. I did feel some excitement this morning while out running, but I think it was more from the first time experience of being nude in public, not being seen." Adam contemplated his next questions, wondering what kind of influence his new ability really could have. "Can I finger your vagina?" Melissa was appeared slightly shocked by this blunt question, but then her face calmed, and she replied, "Sure, of course you can." Adam put his fingers into her pussy, which slipped in easily because she was apparently already wet. He wondered if this was because she was actually aroused or if he had manipulated her body without knowing it. _This will take a lot of experimentation and testing to understand this new ability._ So after having his way with Melissa that afternoon, he started putting his powers to practice. _The continuing adventures of my mind-controlling protagonist. If you want to read about the protagonist and how his powers work, seek out my longer stories._ As always feedback is welcome. \--- All characters and events are fictional. Many are illegal, immoral and/or impossible. Never try this in real life. You do not have mental powers. \--- One of the unexpected side effects of being able to control minds is that I am never on time to anything. When you can make anyone you see do anything you want, the world is a very distracting place. Or maybe it's just me who is easily distracted (not to mention morality-free), and mind control simply allows me to act on the impulses that to others would merely fuel daydreams. I'll give you some examples; the events below all occurred over a few days (though not in the same city because I am constantly on the move), and are quite typical for me. My life as a traveling man of leisure means I eat a lot of hotel breakfasts. It's very tempting therefore to break the monotony by ordering off menu. For example ordering breakfast in bed, complete with a leisurely blowjob by the waitress as I eat. The twenty year old plaything bobbing her head in my lap is normally quiet and shy; long dark wavy hair with red highlights and bangs hiding her eyes, she arrived wearing a shapeless blue dress. Right now though she is much less quiet as she squeals and moans around my dick. The 14 inch vibrator in her pussy is probably a factor in that. Her naked body jerks and flushes red as the vibrator does its work, but she has to wait until I finish my breakfast before I can properly violate her, pinning her face down on the bed while I get my morning exercise by pounding her asshole. I visited a country town with plans to hike to the local beauty spot - sometimes I need a bit of solitude away from the press of other people's minds. I paused at a coffee shop, which was a mistake because as soon as the waitress bustled over I knew my plans were going to be derailed. A thin teen with a dancer's delicate frame (a quick peek in her mind confirmed her to be a ballerina, home for the break), she had long golden blonde hair reaching to her waist. Her black dress was tight at the top but puffed out at the waist, with a hem high enough to tease any red-blooded male every time she bent over to clean a table. It was early in this small town, there was no other staff and I was the only customer, so no-one commented on the waitress sitting next to me (including the waitress herself as I had removed her ability to speak). I drank my coffee with one hand and lifted her dress with the other, stroking between her legs over her white panties. Soon my cup was empty, and the waitress and I retired to the back room. Instead of admiring the vista of an unspoiled countryside, I admired the blonde waitress' unspoiled tight round ass as she bent over, hitched up her skirt and pulled down her panties in front of me. Fucking a dancer is always fun because of their flexibility: being able to bend her legs behind her head meant I could watch her eyes widen in shock as I pushed my dick slowly into her asshole. Any new customers in the cafe had to be patient while I fucked this fit teen's no-longer virgin ass, before unloading my cum inside her warm mouth - didn't want to mess up her dress, she still had to fetch me a second cup of coffee. A trip to an art gallery became especially educational for one shapely black girl. This nineteen year old's most noticeable features were a mass of frizzy hair dyed bright red, and an ass out of all proportion to her tall delicate frame. A friendly guard lent us his keys to the basement and then forgot meeting us. Of course I fucked that ass, it would be wasteful not to. Laying on the floor of the basement among stacks of paintings, it was great fun to watch my dick appearing and disappearing into this dark beauty as she squatted over me, twerking her booty. But it was her oral skills that proved the most rewarding. For fun I reached into her mind and adjusted her emotions as she knelt in front of me. I dialed her fear and horror way back and her anger up as far as it could go. The result was her swearing and cursing and promising all manner of violence whenever she could talk, which was not often as her mouth was mostly busy pleasuring my dick, taking the head between her lips while fluttering her very talented tongue over me, before sucking me deep into her throat. I helped occasionally by placing my hand among those frizzy red tresses and pushing my dick in further, while she looked up at me with brown eyes filled with hatred. The contradiction was greatly enjoyable (for me), and ended with her simply repeating "fuck you" as she obediently turned her face up to receive my load of warm sticky cum. Lunch at a suburban restaurant ended with dessert at the home of a fellow diner, an Indian-American woman in her mid twenties who was (un)fortunate enough to catch my eye. Dusky and pretty, with expressive eyes and a trim physique despite having given birth a few months ago. I exchanged a good night's sleep for her and her baby (the first in months) for a hot bath and soapy titfuck. Protip: baby bath soap makes excellent lubricant for pumping your dick between large soft breasts. We did make a mess of the floor when she climbed into the bath though - most of the bath water splashed onto the floor as she rode me to climax. I ordered her to dry the floor with towels afterwards, but the sight of her naked sud-covered ass proved enough to wake my dick up again. And so the cleaning went neglected while I introduced my shapely entertainment to the delights of anal sex. Well, for me it was delightful - if I hadn't mentally removed her ability to talk her screams would have woken her child. Instead she lay prone on the floor and was silent except for the rhythmic slapping sounds of wet flesh as I enthusiastically violated her asshole. Some things do require punctuality, however. I have to walk briskly in train stations, to avoid being distracted and missing my departure. But even then I find ways, such as the family of four who took an unexpected intercity trip. Three of them (mother, father, son) sat in second class and slept soundly while the daughter joined me in a private first class cabin. Eighteen, blonde, petite, tight black leggings and purple crop top showing curves in all the right places despite her age, she looked almost as good as she felt, bent over the table with my dick plunged deep in her tight pussy. The next three hours were spent seeing how far virginal teen flesh can stretch to fit my hard dick, and how much cum a girl can ingest while simultaneously screaming around the hard shaft lodged in her throat. By the time we got to my destination three of the family were well rested but very confused, while the fourth was smarting from unfamiliar pains in her pussy and ass, as well as an aching jaw. But the most diverting thing was arriving in a coastal city only to find it in the middle of a music festival, at the last weekend of the summer break. Seeing the streets thronging with young women, dressed to dance on the beach, any plans I may have had for the weekend are thrown out of the window. Instead I commandeer a discreet beachfront property near the festival area, and the next three days pass in an almost endless cycle of going out, picking one or two or three of the seemingly endless supply of attractive scantily clad women and taking them back to my temporary home for an hour or so before setting them loose and repeating the process. On such occasions I have learned to conserve my energies, and so apart from my forays into the wild most of my day is spend lying or sitting down, watching beach bunnies of every description serve my dick with their pussies, asses, breasts and mouths. After several debauched days a few women stay in memory - the brunette with shorts so revealing I let her keep them on as she impaled her ass on my dick; the blonde with neon face paint and a sultry mouth whose round pert breasts gave the perfect natural cleavage for titfucking; the teen sisters who took turns forcing each other to deepthroat my dick until they passed out. But for the most part they blur into each other, an endless parade of smooth flesh, round curves and tight warm holes. After such exertions I am completely drained, but I am at least temporarily less likely to get distracted. Heck, this time it was almost six hours before my dick was buried in a passing Japanese tourist's tight pussy. That's almost a record for me. END _AUTHOR'S NOTE: This interview with the ex-hardcore pornstar, Traci Lords, was first published in the Scottish music paper TRIGGER (5th October, 1995) then in dumb/SULK trigg-er fanzine (December, 1996)._ *** Nora Kuzma has done more in her 25-odd years than most women do in a lifetime. As an actress she's appeared in two of weirdo director John Waters's main features ('Cry Baby' and 'Serial Mom'), played a scary cult member in the US teen-soap, 'Melrose Place', hammed it up as a bimbo waitress on 'Roseanne', been possessed by aliens in 'The Tommy Knockers' and grown wings in the SF movie 'Virtuosity'. As a singer she has appeared on the 'Pet Cemetery II' soundtrack, collaborated with Manic Street Preachers on their 1992 single, 'Little Baby Nothing', and released her own critically aclaimed techno album, '1,000 Fires' (recorded in London with ex-members of Jesus Jones, The KLF and The Thompson Twins). Her first single, 'Control', was a white-label dance-floor smash and reached the top position on the US Billboard Charts! But none of this matters. The real reason the World's media wants to talk to her (and that includes us, it has to be said) is because, for a few mad years of her life - when she should still have been worrying about who would take her to the Prom - she got in a bit over her head with 'the wrong crowd' down on Redondo Beach and somehow ended up as one of the most famous hardcore porn stars in the World. The tale has been told so often now it's become a part of porno folk-lore. At the age of 14, Nora Kuzma, a pretty Jewish girl of Ukrainian descent had become so fucked-up by life that she convinced herself she wasn't going to make it past her 20th birthday anyway and so set off on a notorious self- destructive journey - running away from her Hollywood home and becoming TRACI LORDS. Over the next 4 years Traci Lords developed a serious coke habit, appeared nude in various men's magazines, made what has been estimated at over 100 hard-core porn videos (many whilst still technically underage) and got busted by the FBI for her involvement in these. At 19 she shot up a dose of cocaine and almost died. It was this near-death experience that finally shocked her into taking stock of her life. On '1,000 Fires', Traci sings 'Father's Field' - a disturbing song which describes the experience that first set her off on this troubled path. When she was only 10 years old and living in rural Ohio she was abused by an older boy in a field behind her parents' house. At first the song seems to be a fairly innocent introduction to sexual awakening but, as it progresses, things get frightening. Although the lyrics to 'Father's Field' are harrowing, the music seems to work in a different way. The hypnotic ambient groove gives the feel of a woman remembering the facts of her childhood abuse but unable to properly feel all the pain. This could almost be Traci at 19 - all her senses dulled by the cocaine she's injected - staring death in the face as images from her past float past like she's in a dream. Despite the difficult subject matter, Traci Lords seems fairly relaxed as she sits here smoking cigarettes and drinking cups of coffee in the living room of her Hollywood home. Leaning forward on the over-stuffed, pale-green, silky sofa, she stubs the remains of a Marlboro Light out in her overflowing ashtray. The cat, Mr Steve, watches as she almost immediately places a new one between her lips and lights it. Traci is dressed casually in a pair of trashed, holey Levi 501 jeans and a white, V-neck, cotton T-Shirt with her bare feet resting on the stripped hardwood floor. The only concession she's made towards making-up her face (surprisingly pale for a native of Los Angeles) is the thick, trashy, black eyeliner that surrounds each eye. Did you have any qualms about including 'Father's Field' on your album? I don't think many people would feel comfortable about opening themselves up to the public in that way. Traci frowns, just a little, and brushes a few strands of peroxide-blonde hair from in front of her eye. 'That was probably the most significant thing that happened to me when I was growing up. The album deals with my life - so it would've been totally bizarre to have left out what was probably the most powerful thing I ever experienced.' You've said in the past that at junior high-school here in California you felt that you were a bit of an outsider - that you didn't really fit in with anyone else. Do you think that was because of what had happened to you when you were 10? 'Yeah, it had to do with that and it had to do with the fact that I always looked different to everybody else. I was physically a lot more mature - more of a woman than a girl, really. Even when I was very young I was overdeveloped. It seemed like I was in some sort of a weird time-warp.' Miss Lords looks out the huge French windows, blinking into the sun as she remembers. 'I never really belonged to any clique. I just went from group to group and picked up different things along the way. I think that's why I listened to so many different kinds of music - why I did so many different things. I've always said that rock music - AC/DC, Black Sabbath, Ozzy Osbourne and stuff like that - was really important in my life when I was growing up but I was also into dance music, soul, jazz, Elvis, The Cure, Blondie, The Cramps.' Were the pornography and drug taking something you stumbled into, or do you think you kind of chose to go in that direction - maybe so you could work through your feelings about the abuse? 'It was definitely something which I got involved in accidentally but in a way, when you think about it, I was in such a state - so angry and destructive, with all these twisted ideas about what sex actually was - that it makes perfect sense. I never planned to go and do drugs and make a bunch of porn films. It's not something that I'd want to rewind and do again but it happened and... uhm... in a sense it allowed me to go completely crazy and come out the other side.' So, would you say that whole episode of your life was positive - that it helped you to grow? 'I don't think that it was particularly positive. It was just a thing that happened to me that was so bizarre that - when I stopped and took a look at it - it scared me into getting my life together.' Traci reaches her hand out and gently strokes Mr Steve's soft fur. He narrows his eyes and peers adoringly up at her. Your music career really took off when you collaborated with Manic Street Preachers. I think that's when most people in Britain found out that you were getting involved in music. 'I didn't really collaborate with them - I worked with them. I sang on 'Little Baby Nothing' but I didn't write that song. They wrote it and asked me if I'd get involved so I met them and we talked. I thought they were a bunch of really cool guys so we just recorded it there in London. That was the first time I'd ever been in a recording studio. I'd been singing all my life but never in a professional sense so it was a way for me to gain experience as far as what it's like working in a studio. It's completely different to just singing in the shower, you know.' Traci laughs and taps ash from her cigarette into the ashtray. 'Later on after they released that single, Richie made a statement to the press saying that basically he saw me as being that girl - 'Little Baby Nothing' - which I thought was pretty funny 'cause I didn't see myself as being her at all. It just goes back to perception. That was their interpretation of me.' She looks sad for a moment. 'I know that Richie's still missing and that distresses me.' Shrugging her shoulders she sips at her sweet, milky coffee - the third in the space of an hour. The Honeymoon Stich Radio Mix of your latest single, 'Fallen Angel', has quite an Indie-Rock sound. Could you ever see yourself making the sort of loud, angry 'vagina music' that Courtney Love makes? 'I don't know. It's funny that you mention Courtney 'cause I know I've been compared to her lately. I take that as a real compliment because I think she's an extremely talented artist. I love how trashy she looks - especially when she goes up on the stage and she's playing the guitar and she sort of props her leg up on one of the monitors. She usually has stockings and garter belts on underneath and you can see right up her dress. She's got her own little baby doll vibe about her. I love Polly Harvey too. PJ Harvey and Courtney Love - those are my favourites.' Traci Lords smiles, her soft, green eyes sparkling. 'But when I was trying to get a deal and looking for people to work with I knew that I wanted to do a dance record. Not like a poppy, top-40 type thing. I wanted something that was real edgy and alternative. 'I got into techno in 1992 when I was working as a model in London. I didn't have much money and I was living with three other girls in this shitty flat above a coffee shop - which was totally depressing - so we used to go to the clubs to escape from it all and that's where I fell in love with the music. I really wanted that influence to come across on my album so when I eventually signed with Radioactive that's what we did.' With a lot of techno the lyrics are fairly minimal but with your stuff the words seem to be just as important as the music. 'That was deliberate on my part. The one thing that I love about this music is that there are just so many highs and lows. They take you to a peak... then drop you... then take you back up again. It's all about building. But the one thing that's always bothered me about techno was that there weren't any vocalists and there weren't any lyricists. Sometimes you'd hear one phrase repeated over and over in a song and it was obviously just sampled - it didn't mean anything. I always wondered, 'Why can't techno have more of a soul? Why can't it be more human?'. That's what I tried to do. I didn't want to change it in any great way. I just wanted to add my own thing.' Your songs all seem fairly autobiographical. 'Yeah, my album's all about obsession, addiction and control or being out of control. I think it is very personal. Some of the lyrics are taken from journals which I've kept since I was nine. As a writer how could you not write about the things you know - the things that you've experienced? If you're not going to tell the truth why even bother? That was why I felt this need to act and sing. It's a way for me to vent all my feelings - a way to express myself.' As far as'serious' acting goes, you worked a lot with John Waters early on but I think the first time I ever saw you was when you were on 'Roseanne'. What was it like working on that show? 'There's been a lot of stuff said about Roseanne but I've always thought she was amazing. She's a very strong woman and I think she's just absolutely hysterically funny. I was doing her show at the same time as 'Melrose Place' - where I played this girl called Ricki who seems sort of sweet early on but turns out to be totally volatile, a real weird, manipulative psycho - so that was a pretty wild time for me.' And you recently worked with Denzel Washington in the film 'Virtuosity'. 'Yeah, that's a kind of futuristic film where I play a karaoke singer. It's wonderful. You see me in this cyberspace club singing 'Fallen Angel' - a song about suicide that I wrote round about the time Kurt Cobain killed himself. When I lift my arms up above my head they grow into giant angel's wings. That's the most expensive movie I've ever done.' Do you think you'll every publish your personal journals or your poetry or write an autobiography? Traci Lords smiles and stubs out her Marlboro. 'Maybe someday when I'm really old and all my teeth have fallen out - if I've nothing better to do. Right now I'm still so young and God-knows what's going to happen in the next twenty years. I'm nowhere near ready to tell the story of my life at this point, I haven't even lived it yet.' Having made sexually explicit videos yourself how do you feel about the idea of pornography as art? Annie Sprinkle, for instance, uses elements of her earlier careers in prostitution and porn in her one-woman stage show. 'If someone feels happy about using their body in that way and they really are an artist then they should go ahead and do it. It's their gig. We then have a choice to either like it or discard it. Censorship is totally wrong. It's frightening. I would never stand for it in any way, shape or form.' What do you think about organisations like C.O.Y.O.T.E. who want prostitution decriminalised. 'Well, in some ways I think that it would be safer if it was legal because then it would be more controlled. But I can also see the other side of the argument - by validating prostitution, and saying that it's OK, there's a great fear that it could become totally rampant. It's hard to make a judgement and say, 'Yes, it's right,' or 'No, it's wrong'. It goes back to the point that if someone is doing something in their life that they really want to do - and they're not hurting anyone by doing it - who really has the right to stand up and say, 'No, you can't because I don't like that'?' Do you think that prostitution and pornography are damaging in themselves or do you think that it's more to do with Society's attitudes towards sex? Traci chews her lip and ponders this. 'I think both. There's definitely a stigma attached to sex work. People get weighed down morally and spend their time judging others, which is wrong. But, at the same time, I think that there isn't a tremendous amount of responsibility as far as the people involved in making films or in prostitution goes. They don't seem to know what's right and what's wrong. I think that kiddie porn is wrong. When you're talking about children or vulnerable people being victimised then I think it's terrible. The biggest problem is in the producers of these films. They just don't have a conscience. They're not bothered about the lives of the people involved - about the ways they're being affected. They just care about their bank accounts.' What do you think about the other side of the coin - all those American teenagers who are now pledging vows of celibacy? Miss Lords shrugs her shoulders. 'I think it's great. If you've got a kid that's maybe 14 or 15 years old who's really taking a look at things and saying, 'OK, I'm going to have sex,' or 'No, I don't want to have sex yet,' and they decide against it because they want to grow in other ways - they don't want to be frivolous with their bodies - then I think that's a beautiful thing. It's not negative at all.' I've seen a few of them on chat shows and I think it's good that they've made some kind of decision about how they're going to live their lives but, at the same time, a lot of them seem pretty puritanical. I got the impression they were judging anyone who didn't share their beliefs. 'Yeah, I hate judgement. Unfortunately, everybody does it to some degree. When you meet somebody you form a first impression. That's all it is - a vibe about who you think they are. Once you really know that person it's hard to put such a label on them. The press are constantly placing people in little categories, which is annoying. You can't really put a whole person - who's comprised of all these different aspects - into one category and say, 'Oh, this one's a bad girl,' or 'That one's a good girl'. It's limiting. They're trying to make people one dimensional and, of course, people aren't one dimensional.' How different are you now as a person than when you were in your teens - abusing drugs and making pornos? 'I'm not a saint now,' Traci says, crossing her legs. 'I still have my wild side. Like everybody else temptation is always there. But I think that the biggest difference between myself now and then is that in those days I was just a destructive little kid. That experience helped me mature. I'm a little older now. My head's clearer. I've been through all that stuff and I've seen it for what it is so it's not as tempting anymore.' So, just how much of a rock 'n' roll animal are you now? What did you get up to last night, for instance? 'Last night I was so exhausted that I just wanted to curl up and crash - so I took a bath, a big bubble bath, and fell asleep in my bed at about 11. When I woke up this morning there were messages on my machine from all of my friends who were out partying last night. They were a bit pissed at me 'cause I'd stood them up.' 'Traci Lords - too tired to party.' Maybe that should be the headline above the interview. Traci smiles, picks up the box of Marlboro Lights from the table, taps out the last cigarette and places it between her lips as if to say, 'I still have some vices, you know.' As she lights the end and inhales, the tip burns fiercely orange and a thick wisp of bluey-grey smoke curls above her head. My heart is beating hard in my chest. I can feel my stomach tightening up as I reach out my trembling hand to touch the ex-porn star's pale leg. She looks at me and grins, wickedly, brushing a hand up towards her chest. Probably. Because, of course, this is a bunch of Gonzo. I DID talk to Traci Lords but I've never been in her house. I've never been in LA. I've never even made it across the Atlantic. In reality, I was sitting the whole time in a sterile radio station somewhere in Scotland, with clumpy old fashioned earphones fixed to my head, sheepishly mumbling my questions into a big fluffy mic. Can't blame me for fantasising, though. *** _AUTHOR'S NOTE: You can read my erotic fiction here on Lit, posted under the names["Alexander Tzara"](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=10375) and ["Roger Simian"](http://www.literotica.com/stories/memberpage.php?uid=644). Remember to vote or email me your feedback._
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"So, how many days has it been, now?" I brushed away a fine hair that had been tickling my nose and thought for a moment. "Fifty three days so far," I answered. She had one leg over my shoulder, and I planted several small kisses along her warm thigh, my other hand idly caressing her belly and waist. I felt her hesitation. "I, uh, have some bad news," she said after pausing for a few seconds. "I have to go to Kansas again." "Oh, dammit. Don't even tell me..." "Yeah, it's going to be late next week," she replied, almost sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I just didn't have any control over when Marketing was going to ask for new staff training." I knew that there was nobody else available to go, but I was still disappointed. "You know, you promised only sixty days this time," I said reproachfully, hoping to rub in a little guilt. "By the time the weekend rolls around it's going to be sixty four days." "Oh, come on," she replied, "that's only five percent extra. After two whole months, what's another half a week?" "Yeah, well, I don't see you not coming for two months. Let's see how you'd react if I told you you'd have to go for four days, let alone sixty four." She disentangled herself to get off of the bed and pad toward the bathroom. "Maybe I could mail you the key at the beginning of the week." I snorted, "Yeah, right. And have it get lost like that other time? No, thanks." The sound of water tinkled around the door. "Hey, maybe you could leave it with somebody," I called out. "Preferably somebody cute, kinky, or both." "You son of a bitch," she sputtered, "you'd love that, wouldn't you?" Walking back into the room she threw a towel at me. "I think you're missing the point of having your cock locked up." "Yeah, somebody cute and kinky," I mused aloud. "How about that cute blonde that works with you. You know, with the big rack. What's her name... Chris?" I didn't hear my wife's answer because she was beating me over the head with a pillow. All I was able to make out sounded like, "You bastard! I'll get you for that!" The conversation seemed to go downhill after that. ... It wasn't until Thursday that she brought it up again. "So, I gave it some thought," she said between bites of salad and grilled salmon, "and I thought that maybe it was a bit unfair to ask you to wait an extra four days, especially since I'm not going to be around." "No, don't be silly," I responded, sprinkling a little more balsamic vinegar on my salad, "Not having you around might actually make it easier for me. And what the hell, it's only four days." She shrugged. "Okay, whatever. I'll tell Chris not to bother." The clink of my fork falling to the plate made her look up with a sly smile. "This wine is good. Have we had it before?" "What did you say?" I asked slowly. "The wine. Have we had this before?" "Aauurrgghh! No, about Chris! What the hell did you do?" "Oh, it's nothing. I just asked Chris at work about holding the key. You remember Chris, right? Tall, blond hair, works out at the gym..." Oh hell, I thought. I hope that she didn't tell Chris what the key was for. She wouldn't do that. Would she? Damn, yes she would. "Oh my freakin' God. You told somebody you've got me locked up? Are you out of your mind?" "It was your idea, you big jerk. I told Chris that I had a key for a lock that you would be interested in opening, only for one day. You'd have to give it back the next day. Now, stop hogging that wine and pour me another glass." I put my head in my hands. Oh my freakin' God, one of her friends knows. By next week, her whole freakin' office was going to know that she keeps my cock locked away, only letting me out once in a great while. "Oh, and by the way, I mentioned that part of the deal was that you had to be especially nice to Chris if you wanted the key." I looked up. "Especially nice? As in, if I weren't nice I might not get the key?" My wife nodded, smirking. I groaned. "I'll get the dishes tonight, honey," she said to me in mock sympathy. "Go take a shower and lay down, you look a little pale." ... "Umm... about Chris," I began. It was Saturday night; we were in the bedroom and she had almost finished packing for her Sunday flight. "What exactly did you tell her?" "Her?" she asked absent-mindedly. "Oh, Chris. Are you still worried about that?" I nodded. "Of course I am." Smiling she asked "Have you been worried about that for the last few days? Gosh, and all this time I was thinking that you'd enjoy the chance to have some fun with my cute friends. After all, it was your idea." She pushed me back onto the bed. "And since I'm not going to be around, Chris will determine whether or not you can be unlocked after I get back. Oh, and Pat, too." "Pat? Who the hell is Pat?" I demanded. "Why, it's Chris's partner, of course," she reminded me, "Don't you remember them from the summer picnic?" "Oh, sure," I lied. For crying out loud, there's a bazillion women working for this company, I can't keep track of all of them. "Umm... so, by 'partner,' you mean that Chris is..." "Is gay, yes." she finished. She smiled a little too sweetly. "You don't remember them, do you?" "No, no, of course I remember! Blonde, tall, Chris. Big rack. The one who's got a partner named Pat." She eyed me narrowly. "You don't remember Chris or Pat, do you?" "Sure I do. From the summer picnic, right?" She hit me with the pillow. Hmm, I thought. All I have to do is be "especially" nice to a couple of her cute friends from work? And if they work out at the gym, they must be at least in halfway decent shape. Maybe this won't be so bad after all. ... Knowing that we would be apart for the rest of the week, my wife finished up her packing first thing in the morning so that we'd get to spend some quality time before she had to leave for the airport. She teased me by being as vague as possible about the things that I'd have to do for Chris, telling me only that it was entirely up to me as to whether or not I'd be allowed to come - and how. I told her that I still felt a little disappointed; after having been denied for two months, I'd much rather have an orgasm with her - it's generally much more fun. "Generally?" she sneered, "You're just digging yourself deeper and deeper, aren't you?" That probably explains how I ended up naked and tied down to the bed. My wife kneeled over me, the key to my chastity device hanging tantalizingly from a chain around her neck. "So, before you go, are you going to tell me what the deal is with Chris?" She looked down at me, grinning evilly and lightly scratching me with her nails. "Why, does it really matter?" "Uhh... doesn't it matter to you?" I asked. She shrugged. "The other day I told Chris that you would be very anxious to get this key. But after thinking about it for a few days, I decided that this might be a good test to see how badly you really want to come." Frowning up at her, I asked "Are you serious? What about your promise to let me out in sixty days?" She shrugged again. "I changed my mind. I was thinking that this would take us into a new level. 'Push the boundaries', isn't that what you always say?" I shook my head in disbelief. "What are you saying? How long are you going to keep me locked up?" She tweaked my nipple, making me gasp. "That will depend upon you." She put her finger over my lips and continued, "See, that's the 'pushing the boundary' part. If Chris tells me that you've been..." she paused to consider a moment, "... cooperative, then I'll be more inclined to allow you to come after I get back. If you're not cooperative, then you'll continue to be locked up." "But... for how much longer?" "Until you're... more cooperative, I guess," she finished. This wasn't too bad, I thought. It sounded like my wife was expecting me to be very accommodating to one of her friends. Chris sounded like a hot number. Hmmm. "Okay, what's the catch?" I demanded, suspiciously. "Whatever do you mean?" she asked sweetly. "It sounds like you've given Chris carte blanche with me for the rest of the week." She nodded. "That might be a good way to put it," she replied. "But, what if she wants something intimate? Like, you know, sex or something?" She smiled. "You're locked up, silly, remember?" "Well, what if she wants oral sex?" "She? You mean Chris?" I nodded, not liking the grin fixed on her face for the last few minutes. "Oh, no problem. Chris loves oral." This sounded too good to be true. "Uh, that means that I might have to, er, you know... " I looked up at her, hoping that she'd catch my drift. "Are you asking for my permission?" I nodded again. "Chris is my friend, so I'd expect you to be as... accommodating as possible. Of course, if you want to continue to be locked up long after I get back..." I relaxed and tried to repress my smile. She leaned over to give me a long, passionate kiss, her warm breasts pressed against my chest. I moaned with desire, my cock stirring in the plastic cage. After a moment she pulled away and cupped her hands around my swollen balls. She flicked a finger against the device, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "I've got to get ready to leave," she said simply, and quickly put on her blouse and skirt. I watched as she slipped into her shoes and walked toward the bathroom. "Hey," I called after her, "what about me?" I started as the doorbell suddenly rang. She reappeared from the bathroom and walked toward the door. "What about you?" she called back over her shoulder. "Are you going to just leave me here?" I whispered Apparently so. I heard her walk down the hallway and open the door. I heard some low voices, and then footsteps coming back up the hall. Oh shit, I thought, she can't be bringing somebody in here now, could she? I tested my restraints, but they held fast. My wife walked back into the room. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips, and grabbed her bags, and wheeled them back down the hall. A pause, then the low voices again and more footsteps back up the hall. She popped back into the room, shrugging into her jacket. "Honey, my cab is here, I've got to go." She grabbed the CB-3000, my arousal making it stick out from my body. "But since you're already tied down and excited, I thought it would be a shame to let all this testosterone go to waste." She walked back to the door and motioned. A moment later, her two friends came in. Both obviously had spent some time working out at the gym. One was a tall blond. With a big... Shaking my head, I started pulling against the chains that held me down. "Honey, you remember my friends Christopher and Patrick, don't you?," she asked sweetly. "You know, from the summer picnic?" Hi everyone! Welcome to the 2020 Literotica Reader's Choice Awards, where you choose your favorite works submitted during 2020 in many different categories. The contest voting will be open until the end of **August 8th**, so please do take the time to read (or reread) the stories up for nomination and choose your favorites. Feel free to bookmark this page and revisit it as you read through and vote on the various categories. ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ **[Click Here to Vote!](https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?p=93863989#post93863989)** ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ ✪ ★ Thanks to everyone who submitted and/or read stories in 2020, and best of luck to all nominated authors! Bard stood at a fork in the road, lost in thought. Two wooden road signs before him read Darkwood Road and Gloomveil Road. Both sounded equally depressing and treacherous to the man. What moody bastard had thought up such welcoming names? Bard glanced back down the path he had just travelled but thought better of it. He was a thief on the run and would meet with certain punishment if caught by the locals of Riverwood, the town he had last visited. The thief had robbed not one but three wealthy merchants, all within the same night. He would have gotten away with the robberies unnoticed had he not been caught fucking the last merchant's wife. Bard couldn't help but smile to himself. This wasn't the first time he had made such a mistake, but it was well worth it. His lust for coin was only outweighed by his lust for women. "Those breasts were magnificent," he mused to himself as he remembered visiting the merchant's shop earlier that week. _Earlier That Week_ Bard walked down the busy streets of Riverwood, eyes open for opportunity. A thief of notable skill, he made a living by stealing from various wealthy merchants and nobles. A grin spread across his face as he spotted a jeweler's shop up the market road. Jewelry shops were by far his favourite places to rob because they often proved the most profitable and least dangerous, at least compared to other jobs he did. Bard made a habit of scouting out the places he was going to rob beforehand. With a small spring in his step, the thief made his way to the jewelry shop. Inside he found a fat but well-dressed man tending to a young couple, who were pointing at a golden necklace in the showcase. Probably the owner of the shop, Bard thought to himself. The thief walked with his hands clasped behind his back as he looked around the shop. His gaze scanned the various jewelry, as well as the general layout of the shop and its doors. He always liked to know all potential escape routes if things went amiss. "See anything you like?" a sweet voice asked him from behind. Bard turned around to face a young and beautiful redheaded woman with long flowing hair. She must have been in her early twenties. He immediately noticed her large breasts, which threatened to burst from the top of her blue dress. She also wore a silver pendant necklace that nestled between her ample bosom. "Why yes, I see several things I like," Bard beamed as he glanced at the woman's cleavage, noting how her dress tightly hugged her hourglass figure. The woman must have noticed his look because a sly smile formed on her lips. "There are many desirable items you will find in my shop," she said, eying him in return. Now Bard was not a muscular giant, but rather a man of average height with a lean and athletic build. There was a rugged handsomeness to him, with his short dark hair, groomed stubble and grey eyes. He wore form fitting dark leather clothing with concealed daggers and a pair of black leather boots that had seen better days. A man in his mid-twenties, matched with good looks and charisma, Bard had known the touch of many women during his travels. "Ah, you are the owner of this fine shop, miss...?" he inquired. The woman's expression changed and she shook her head with a small chuckle. "Mrs. Burkland, but call me Clara. No, my husband owns the shop. I simply help around," she nodded her head in the direction of the fat merchant, who was still busy helping the young couple. Her expression was easy to read -- she detested her husband. "What is your name, good sir?" she asked as she offered her hand to him. Ever the opportunist, Bard smiled at Clara and began to work his magic. He took her hand gently in his and leaned forward to kiss it. "My name is Bard. Your husband is a lucky man to own such a lavish jewelry shop and to have such a beautiful woman to call his wife. If only all men were so fortunate in life." He released her hand. The busty redhead blushed at his words and clasped her hands in front, her arms pushing her large breasts together in the process. Bard wondered how it would feel to have his cock sliding between her giant tits. Suffocating, he decided. "You flatter me, good sir!" Clara glanced at a nearby showcase and smiled. "Ah, but you must be here to find a precious gem for your wife, yes?" She motioned with her hand towards an assortment of earrings and necklaces in the display. "Alas, no. I have no wife. A young sister in need of a pair of earrings for her birthday though, yes." Bard had no siblings, but it was a lie he often told. The thief pretended to take interest in a set of silver earrings in the shape of intertwined leafs. They looked of elven craftsmanship or at least an imitation of it. The woman's bright blue eyes sparkled with interest. "Oh, what a loving older brother you are! Well, we must certainly find her something suitable, but it seems as though you already have an eye for lovely things," she noted as she took out the silver earrings for Bard to see. He carefully took the earrings from her and inspected them closely. "Yes, these will be perfect. But I'm afraid I will have to return tomorrow to purchase them. I have but a small amount of gold left with me today. A walk down the market does leave a person with a lighter wallet, does it not?" he grinned as returned the earrings to the voluptuous merchant. "Would you be so kind as to set them aside for me?" "Of course! They will be here for you tomorrow," the woman said, still blushing from before. "Until then," Bard smiled and winked at the busty redhead before making his way to the door. The young couple also happened to be leaving. The thief held the door open for them, ever so courteous. Once the door was closed and behind him, Bard could hear the woman's husband begin to shout. Something about "being useless" and "not making a sale." The thief sighed. Some men were such assholes. _Later That Night_ It was late at night and the only light came from oil street lamps burning. There were guards on patrol, as there were in most towns of such size, but Bard knew how to move between the shadows and remain unseen. He had already visited two other shops that night and had a bag full of gold coins as a result. The jewelry shop would be the icing on the cake though. Upon reaching the merchant's shop, the thief examined the scene. The jewelry shop was dark, the curtains raised behind the windows. Not seeing any trouble, he moved towards the door and took out his tools. He had picked hundreds of locks in his time and could manage to do it even in the darkness. After a minute, he heard a satisfying click in the lock. Turning the door handle, the thief silently made his way inside. There were two candles burning in the room, one on top of a showcase and the other on a desk. An opened bottle of wine and a half-empty glass were atop the desk. Bard narrowed his eyes at the sight and listened for a moment. His eyes scanned the room and he found nothing out of the ordinary other than the alcohol. He shrugged and began to move around the shop, silently snatching various jewelry and stuffing them in his bag. A sudden sound from behind the counter made the thief go stiff. A sleepy looking Clara rose unsteadily from behind the counter. She was wearing a white nightgown that was slightly undone down the front, revealing her enticing bosom once again. He noted that she was still wearing the silver pendant from earlier in the day. Quickly putting the situation together, Bard deduced that the woman had been drinking alone and had fallen asleep on the floor. The busty redhead squinted in the darkness, before recognizing him. "Bard? Is that you? What are you doing here?" She braced herself against the counter and leaned forward, revealing a little more cleavage in the process. "Ah well, I could not wait until the next day so I decided to come tonight." The thief smiled weakly. What the hell was he going to do now? "Oh good, I was hoping you'd come. I had a dream about you. Maybe I'm still dreaming now," she said huskily as she made her way around the counter. Bard couldn't believe his good fortune. The voluptuous redhead was still a little drunk. Eying the bottle on the desk, the thief asked, "Now why would such a beautiful woman be drinking alone in her husband's jewelry shop?" A seductive laugh escaped her mouth. "Why, to await my burglar of course?" This took the thief aback. Clara began to slowly move forward, her hips swaying alluringly. "You didn't think I'd notice you eying more than just our jewelry?" she said as her fingers traced the pendant down her open neckline. "There have been rumours spreading down the countryside of a handsome yet lecherous thief." Bard was alarmed by this news but he tried not to show it. She looked at him with a dreamy expression on her face. "I did not expect to find him in my husband's shop though." The woman was not as drunk as he had previously thought. "Ah well, you've caught me red-handed then. What will you do?" the thief asked, as he put a hand on his belt, ready to grab a concealed dagger if needed. Bard had killed people before but he never relished conflict. It was a dirty business to leave bodies behind at a robbery and he hated the idea of leaving this gorgeous woman dead in her own shop. The busty redhead saw his hand movement yet still moved towards him. "A good and faithful wife would call her husband for help... but I am tired of being those things. I would see if the rumours are true." A wicked grin spread across her lips as she reached out and felt the bulge in Bard's pants. The thief was both shocked and aroused by her boldness. He mirrored her expression as he lowered the bag of stolen goods to the floor and cupped one of her large breasts through the nightgown. "An unhappy wife would do other things, no?" He felt a nipple under the clothing and pinched it lightly. A soft gasp escaped her lips. "Oh yes, other things. Depraved things," she said seductively before closing the distance between them and kissing him. Her lips were soft and moist, and her breath smelled of cherry wine. He kissed her hungrily as his hand continued to fondle her large tit. Clara broke off the kiss suddenly and took a step back. "We must be quiet though. My husband still sleeps upstairs. I would not have that fat oaf come down here and interrupt us," she said in a sultry voice. "Of course. We must be quiet as shadows," the thief said as he moved towards her, cupping both of her large tits this time. "Mmm, yes," she moaned softly. "They need attention. My fat, stupid husband is more concerned with business than with his wife's needs," she complained. "We must see to your needs at once then," he reassured as he pushed the nightgown off her shoulders and watched it slide to the floor. Bard's hands went to work on the woman's magnificent breasts. They were large yet soft to the touch. The rest of her body was equally beautiful and in need of his attention. The busty redhead gasped as Bard began to play with her nipples, twisting and pinching them gently. She repaid him by massaging his balls through his pants. Bard leaned down to place a kiss on her shoulder, then collar bone, before finally finding her sweet nipples. She moaned softly as he took turns flicking his tongue across her erect nipples and gently biting down on them. Her hand began to frantically undo his pants, fumbling with the buttons. "He's eager to greet as well," the thief chuckled as the woman dropped to her knees in frustration and began to undo his pants with renewed concentration. His cock was already hard when she took it out. She eyed it hungrily before touching it. "So big. Much bigger than that fat bastard's." She began to stroke his shaft. Bard continued to fondle her large tits as she played with his dick. He squeezed her breasts, desperately wanting to shove his cock between and giving them a good titty-fuck. Clara's pace increased below, as she stroked his cock up and down harder. He looked down at the busty woman, who smiled lustfully up at him before opening her mouth and putting the cock in her mouth. Her mouth was warm and wet - a perfect home for his cock to live in. She began to suck on him, slowly bobbing her head up and down. He put a hand through her long hair and guided her face. He felt her tongue along the length of his cock and released a low groan. His dick was now slick with her saliva. She slurped hungrily on his cock, taking more of it in her mouth and down her throat. He could tell that she was skilled cocksucker. Clara eventually released the cock from her mouth, trying to regain her breath. Her eyes spoke mischief as she cupped her own breasts and grinned knowingly at the thief. "Don't think I didn't notice you staring at my tits earlier today. You want to fuck these, don't you?" she said seductively as she squeezed her own breasts. "Who wouldn't want to bury their cock in those delicious tits?" he asked. Clara guided his cock to her chest and wrapped her large breasts around his shaft. Bard groaned as she began to slide her soft tits up and down on his cock. Definitely suffocating, he thought. He had always loved titty-fucks, especially from a well-endowed woman. He thrust his hips into her chest, watching the tip of his cock disappear into her cleavage before returning and hitting the tip of her silver pendant necklace. "You like that?" she cooed as her tits bounced up and down on his cock. He could see by candlelight that the valley between her breasts glistened with sweat and saliva. "Fuck, that's good!" he grunted as Clara humped his cock with her tits. He reached out and pulled her nipples as he titty-fucked her. She gasped in both pain and pleasure at his touch. "Don't come just yet!" she said as she released his dick from her breasts and stood up. She moved over to the counter and turned around, jutting her ass out at him. "Come here," she said huskily as she wiggled her perfect heart shaped ass. Bard didn't need to be told twice. He noticed she was completely shaved as he stepped forward and lined up his cock with her pussy. Her cunt was already wet when he rammed his dick inside. She cried out at his sudden entrance, but slowly began to moan as he thrust into her from behind. He grabbed her hips and began to pump his cock into her. She pushed her ass back against him and moaned louder. The thief grabbed her tits from behind, kneading her soft breasts. She bucked against him, moaning noisily as he pounded away at her wet pussy. Her necklace clicked against the top of the counter, each time he slammed into her ass. "Oh yes!" she moaned as she arched her back in pleasure, pushing back against him with each thrust. Taking a hand off the counter, she put a finger into her mouth and began sucking on it loudly. Not sure what Clara was doing, the thief continued to pound into her doggy style. She reached around with her wet finger and shoved it into her ass. Her sounds of pleasure only increased as she began to fingerfuck her own ass and take Bard's cock in her pussy. Within moments he sensed her body shake with an orgasm. She was practically screaming in ecstasy now. So much for being quiet as shadows, he thought. Bard only hoped that the fat husband upstairs was a heavy sleeper. The thief felt that he was close to cumming as well. His pace quickened and Clara moaned louder. He was surprised to see Clara sneak another finger into her ass. "You like it in the ass, do you?" the thief asked as he slowed his pace and stared at the two fingers buried in her anus. "Yes!" she breathed, like a bitch in heat. "Please, put in my butt," she begged. "My husband says it's dirty so he never uses that hole. I've never had a cock in my ass before, but I use my fingers and other things around the house. I love the way it feels!" she confessed as she pulled the fingers out of her butt. Oh, life was good for Bard. A bag full of coins and stolen goods, his dick balls-deep in a wanton bitch who was begging for anal. Could things get any better? The thief pulled his cock out of her dripping cunt and spat down on it for some extra lubrication. Clara put her head down on the counter, her big tits pressing against the surface. She took both of her hands and spread her ass cheeks apart in anticipation. He lined up his cock with her puckered asshole, ready to thrust in. He was ready to cum at just the thought of entering that sweet hole. "Do it!" she urged with lust and excitement. A loud noise interrupted the horny duo. The woman's fat husband came crashing down the stairs. The buffoon must have lost his footing coming down. Bard stared with wide eyes as the man groaned in pain and slowly stood up. The husband took in the sight of his naked wife and the thief behind her. His eyes went mad with rage though when he saw the bag of stolen goods on the floor. "A thief in my house and shop, raping my wife and stealing my wares?!" he roared. His wife dropped to the floor and attempted to look innocent by covering herself up with the discarded nightgown. The fat man advanced with a yell. Bard quickly moved back and grabbed his pants. The fat and angry husband tried to throw himself over the counter heroically, but couldn't get his fat ass up over the ledge. He huffed and tried again, but gave up when he saw that the thief had put his pants back on already. "Thanks for the jewels," he nodded towards the merchant as he picked up the bag of stolen goods. "And thanks for the fuck," he winked at the busty redhead before running out the front door. The night air was cool on his sweaty skin. He heard the merchant yelling for guards at the top of his lungs behind him. He cursed the man for interrupting the romp with the busty wife, but began to laugh as he heard the town's tower bells begin to chime around him. It wasn't exactly an unfamiliar sound to him, but he welcomed it nonetheless. Something about being on the run gave his heart joy. Perhaps it was that feeling of living on the edge. Either way, he already had an exit strategy and made his way towards a nearby sewer grate. He knew it would take him well beyond the walls of the city and out of danger. _Back At The Crossroads_ The thief sighed with regret. He was so close to having that busty merchant's ass. What a shame to be denied such a thing from such a willing woman. He put a hand in his pocket and pulled out a single gold coin. Staring at the two wooden signs before him, he held out the coin and said, "Heads for Darkwood Road and Tails for Gloomveil Road." He flipped the coin and watched it fly before it hit the ground, heads up. "Darkwood Road it is then." Bard knelt down and picked up the coin. He blew at it and dusted it off before putting it back in his pocket. He smiled as he began to move down the road. "Darkwood Road," he murmured, shaking his head in amusement. Gods, what a friendly sounding path. _To Be Continued..._
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_[You can find my other stories under my original user name 130260]_ Lorna finished tying the lace of her brand new white plimsoll and lovingly stroked the smooth and gleaming white canvas with the lightest touch of her perfectly manicured fingertips. Until Steve had turned her on to the very special pleasure of wearing white plimsolls with white ankle socks, she had not worn them since the days of gym lessons and tennis at her very traditional and very expensive ballet school. But now she loved the uniquely gorgeous feel of the snug fit of new plimsolls, a pair of which she was putting on for the first time, through the sensually soft cotton caress of her new ankle socks; which felt so wonderful when she slid her beautiful, small and slender feet into them and smoothed the turned-down tops around her exquisitely shapely ankles for the first time. Her ankle socks had little pink satin bows stitched into them that showed on the backs of her ankles when she turned the tops down. She smiled as she remembered wearing them for the first time as a special treat for Steve. She had worn them with her red satin ballet slippers that he had bought specially for her as a Valentine gift and a little tutu skirt that had shown the outline and contours of her lovely little naked bottom through a soft puffball of diaphanous pink tulle. She had lain face down on their bed, wearing nothing more; her slim, gazelle-like legs tapering to her lovely, satin-pointed feet and her slender, graceful arms folded and nestled against her beautiful Audrey Hepburn-like ballerina body, waiting for his imminent return. She shivered as she remembered his reaction when he had discovered her. Then, with a deep sigh of pleasure at with the memory and at the same time breathing in the mingled smell of pristinely new canvas and rubber from her plimsolls that excited them both so much, she stood up to admire herself in the full- length bathroom mirror. She was proud that at the age of nearly 30 she could still fit perfectly into her gymslip that she had last worn, apart from fancy dress parties and school disco theme nights, when she was 16. Her glorious mane of soft, sweetly- perfumed black hair was temporarily tamed by a white Alice band. She wore her old school tie with a plain white cotton blouse bought specially for the purpose from a school uniform outfitter. For a moment, she was that teenage ballet school girl again. She remembered the uniform. During the Autumn and Spring Terms it was a grey gymslip with pleated skirt worn with a thin black leather belt, a dark maroon blazer, white blouse, the school tie – black with thin diagonal gold stripes – and black shoes (always well polished) with long white socks. The shoes had to be'sensible' with flat soles: lace-ups, 'T-bar' or a single strap across the top. In summer it was a yellow gingham summer dress with short sleeves along with short white socks. In the sixth form she had worn a grey pleated skirt at a chaste length above the knee, with standard issue brown tights and low heeled court shoes. She had put up with the uniform in order to pursue her passion for ballet and her dream to be a ballerina by being at one of the best ballet schools in the country. And then again she hadn't spent so much time in her uniform because for much of each day she had been in ballet class. What had they worn in class? Ah yes: pink leotards and pink satin ballet slippers with white ankle socks for the youngest girls; sky blue leotards with white tights and white pointe shoes or ballet slippers for the older girls, changing to black leotards for the sixth-formers. Lorna slipped out of her reverie as she remembered why she was dressed up as half her age and made a little skipping run to the bedroom, taking pleasure in the white flashing of her plimsolled feet and their uniquely soft slapping footfall on the wooden flooring of the connecting passageway. She knocked tentatively on the bedroom door. When she heard his instruction, just slightly theatrically stern, to enter, she slowly sidled into the room through the smallest possible crack in the doorway, making sure that he first got a good view of her exquisitely pointed plimsolled foot extended on her slender, coltish leading leg. Assuming her role, she stood before him, looking at him with a coyly knowing expression, her head on one side her hands behind her back with arms held rigidly, her daintily pointed white plimsolled foot tracing the arc of a circle from side to side. She fixed his gaze with her gorgeously dark and bewitching eyes. Her high soprano voice, with her perfect Oxford English accent and flawless diction, took on a not-quite innocent- sounding lisp of the teenage girl who knows more than she's letting on. "Did you want to see me, Sir?" He was always brilliant at role play. Dressed in his headmaster costume, consisting of Lorna's graduation gown and mortar board, and sitting at the dressing table on which were laid out the various accoutrements to be used for their evening's entertainment, the slightest trace of his desire for her that his eyes might have given away was certainly not betrayed by his voice, which was suitably authoritarian with just the right hint of menace, "You know very well I want to see you, Miss MacAllister." Lorna continued to bait him with her coquettish body language and her irresistibly pretty plimsolled foot, and her expression shifted even further to the knowing end of coy, "Have I been naughty again, Sir?" She left a slight pause before the word 'naughty', emphasising it with a slightly raised note above the surrounding words. She felt her heart beginning to beat louder in the silence as he contemplated her. Then her heart skipped a beat when, after a moment that had seemed like an eternity of suspense, he solemnly delivered the verdict and the sentence she had been so looking forward to all evening, "You have been very naughty and you must be punished. Now turn around and get undressed. Slowly." Turning her back to him, she removed her Alice band and with a languid roll of her head shook free the long, raven glory of her hair. She undid her belt and then reached behind her and slowly undid the zip of her gymslip. She eased the straps from her shoulders and as her gymslip parted and slid slowly down her body and legs it revealed the lovely form her back moulding her closely fitting white blouse as if she were a beautiful and delicate white butterfly emerging from it's cocoon. She had chosen her blouse carefully for its length, which barely covered her beautifully rounded little bottom with her slim boyish hips and showed just enough of a glimpse to be exquisitely tantalising of her white cotton pants curving lovingly across her thighs to be lost in the wondrous void between her legs. With exaggerated care and deliberation she unfastened the buttons of her blouse and let if fall away slowly to reveal the lovely gamine form of her shoulders, her shoulder blades, her back and her wasp-slender waist. Reaching behind her again, she unclasped her plain white cotton bra, which she had found unexpectedly pleasurable to be wearing again after the intervening years of wearing gorgeous and far more flattering underwear creations in eye- arresting shades of satin and lace. She let her bra drop from her arms to the floor and was about to continue to the next stage when his sudden command to turn around made her start with excitement. Facing him, she felt her knees almost melting as she saw his gaze contemplating her now all-too visible state of mounting excitement and anticipation. Her nipples were swollen like plump cherries standing proud of her small but beautifully rounded breasts that were pert and pouting and rising and falling like a pair of dolphins on the wave of her now much heavier breathing. The dark, spreading stain of her arousal was even then emerging from between her legs and advancing across the white cotton of her pants that stretched enticingly over her pelvis and were moulded by the form of her mound nestling within. Whatever he was feeling now, his voice did not yet falter, "You have been thinking very naughty thoughts again. I will have to punish you very severely indeed. Take off your pants." She felt a wonderfully heady sense of release and freedom between her legs as she slid her pants down, stepped delicately out of them with her plimsolled feet beautifully pointed for his delight and stood up. She confronted him, daring him; her hands behind her back, elbows bent in an attitude now more of defiance than supplication. She stood with her legs slightly parted and her plimsolled feet turned out as a ballerina to better display her womanhood: shaved by him the previous night in a wonderfully erotic anticipation of tonight's pleasure and still gorgeously smooth, gaping open ripe and luscious. She almost wanted him to have her right there and then but for the greater pleasures she knew were coming. His next command made her breath even harder with greater excitement still, "Just as I thought; turn around, hands on head, legs apart." In her state of rapidly advancing arousal, she could barely stop herself giggling. Here she was: Lorna MacAllister, star pupil at her ballet school who, when on the threshold of a great career with the Royal Ballet, had turned her back on it to gain a First in Law at Cambridge and then become a leading corporate lawyer and a partner in a leading international law firm. She who had dominated and twisted around her finger more men than she could now remember, now naked in white plimsolls and ankle socks and being made to stand with her legs apart with a sopping wet fanny and her hands on her head in an act of total submission to the man she adored and who she knew adored her and would submit himself to her in his turn. Then her heart skipped a beat as she heard him approach her and she knew he was about to gag her. "Swallow this," he commanded her as he placed a tablet in her mouth. "Open; close," he continued as he placed a small rubber ball in her mouth and her heart pounded with excitement mixed with an instinctive frisson of fear as he smoothed a large white rectangle of thick strong sticking plaster over her lips and cheeks. "You're a very naughty girl aren't you?" "Mmmm!" She responded with a plaintive squeal of delight in her muffled high soprano treble. "I can't hear you." "MMMMMM!" She was really enjoying herself now. "I still can't hear you." "UUMMMMPH!" She responded the third time with considerable gusto. Having satisfied himself as to the efficacy of her gag, he proceeded to fit upon her, while keeping her arms still on her head, an upper body harness of adjustable webbing straps that went around, between, above and below her breasts and fastened behind her. It had the effect of squeezing her breasts together and forward; transforming what he affectionately and gallantly referred to as her ripe grapefruit into something more like pointed melons and making them feel even more swollen and sensitive. She longed for him to stroke them and relieve and satisfy their throbbing longing for his sensitive touch. She suddenly thought how it was such a shame that she was allergic to cats. She would love to lie luxuriantly on her bed; her flawless skin warm and glowing in bright filtered sunlight bathing her naked body and turning the white satin sheen of her ballet shoes to shining gold; while she cuddled a cat warm and soft against her breasts and felt in her cleavage the vibrant throb of its contented purring. How she longed for him to cup and to taste her tender breasts. But she knew he would stay focussed on the job in hand. And then so it proved. "Hands behind your back." Her heart was thumping inside her and she heard and felt in her ears the surge of her circulation around her body under the influence of her steadily increasing sexual tension and the tablet she had swallowed. It was a sort of female Viagra and it was already increasing the blood flow even more to her pudenda, to her breasts and to her anal ring. She always loved feeling that moment of exquisite anticipation surge through her whole body just before he began to tie her hands behind her back. As she felt the cord begin to tighten on her wrists she thought back to her childhood days when her brothers used to tie her hands behind her back with string and gag her with a scarf before making her run into the woods around their house for them to track her down. 'Playing fugitive" they had called it. It was the only game they let her join in and looking back she reckoned that she had learned to associate being tied up with getting some sort of worthwhile attention that had been in short supply from them and her parents. She remembered how she had enjoyed bondage games with Gary, her first real love, with her invariably on the receiving end. She recalled how, after he had betrayed her and broken her heart, she had suppressed her submissive desires and adopted a strategy of aggressive self-protection, dominating and then discarding a long string of boyfriends in a series of ultimately deeply unfulfilling relationships. A wave of happiness swept away those bitter memories as she remembered that, in desperation, she had at last given in to her desires, had agreed to take part in a bizarre fantasy kidnap and bondage role playing game and had thereby met Steve: the wonderful man who had won her heart, had given her his in return and who totally understood and shared her deepest sexual desires. Waves of love, gratitude and erotic delight flowed through her as he bound her wrists behind her back with soft woven cord which gripped her tightly without crushing her flesh or restricting her blood flow. He encircled her upper body with more cord, firmly fixing her arms to her side. "Lie face down on the bed; legs together." Lorna responded with alacrity to Steve's command. She gave a little moan of pleasure through her gag as she felt the cool satin sheets soothe the throbbing heat spots glowing in her groin and her breasts as she pushed and nestled them down into the soft mattress. Then she took great deep breaths of intense satisfaction as he bound her legs together at her ankles and just above her knees. For a moment she moaned even more as he finally gave into his own desires for a moment and lovingly stroked the whole length of her prone body from her shoulders, down the sensuous curve of her back, the gorgeous curves of her buttocks, thighs and calves and finally his greatest delight, her exquisite ankles caressed by her white ankle socks with their tiny pink bows and her heels moulding the wondrous curves of the backs of her white plimsolls. Then he was back in character again and she felt a sudden leak of anticipation between her legs as he proclaimed her doom, 'First you must be spanked,' She had wanted to discover the experience of being spanked since they had seen a website consisting of videos of (presumably) willing victims, mostly women but sometimes men also, being stripped naked, tied up and gagged and spanked in various configurations. He had needed some persuasion because it wasn't really his thing and it was against his instincts to inflict pain on her. But she convinced him she only wanted a bit of gentle hand spanking and if he went a little too far to begin with she was made of strong enough stuff to cope. She squealed through her gag at the suddenness of his first stinging smack on her bare bottom. The urgent note in her squeal and the shake of her head alerted him and the next smarting contact on the soft pink mounds of her tingling buttocks produced a moan of delight and another lovely slow leaking feeling deep inside her. After giving her the traditional Six of the Best, each of which producing the same result, he stopped and left her for a moment while she relished the burning tingle across the glowing pink contours of her pert bottom, to prepare the next pleasure on the night's bill of fare. Lorna felt completely relaxed, almost floating, in her naked, trussed-up and mouth-stopped state. She wondered how much more free she was when she was at liberty and fully dressed. She compared her heady feeling of her present nakedness with how restricted she could feel when dressed up: her legs sheathed in sheer silk stockings with lacy suspenders; her body moulded by satin bra and pants under a figure hugging little black cocktail dress and bedecked and pierced with expensive jewellery; her hair, now free to drape in dark, fragrant drifts around her face and shoulders, would be styled and bound up with floral decoration or with butterflies and bows; her face, now fresh and unadorned apart from that part obscured by her gag, would be powdered, rouged, lipsticked and mascara'd into almost a different identity; even her feet felt somehow freer in the cool clean crisp embrace of her white plimsolls and ankle socks than in her fashionable sharp pointed high heels in shiny black patent leather. She was suddenly brought back again by the electrifying sensation of his finger pushing up into her buttocks to smear lubricating jelly around her tight little anal ring throbbing under the influence of the Femiviagra tablet – she couldn't think of its proper name right now. Very ticklish, she squealed and giggled almost hysterically into her gag while she raised and slapped down her bound legs and feet on the mattress to release the tension of keeping her upper body still while he carried out his delicate operation on her. Her giggles turned to groans of delight as his finger penetrated and smoothed more lubrication around inside her. Then she gave a deep long moan as she first felt the head of the dildo begin to open up her pulsating sphincter and slowly advance into her fundament, sending shockwaves of delight as she relaxed her bound body and legs as much as she could. It felt fantastically tight inside her because of her tightly bound legs. She smiled inwardly as, through the intense pleasure swirling in her brain, she remembered his reaction when she had presented him with the 'Make Your Own Personalised Pleasure Toy Kit – so he's always there to hand when you REALLY want him!' He had laughed for a full five minutes before being able to gasp "Now I really am The Man Who Has Everything". Making it was lots of fun too. First he had taken a Viagra to ensure maximum stiffness while the mould hardened around his member. Then he had stroked himself hard while she had stripped naked to her ballet shoes and then he had smeared a thin film of protective jelly over his erection so the completed mould would come away cleanly. She then kept his interest up as he waited for the mould to set by performing a naked pole dance en pointe, with lots of genital and mammary manipulation, using the pole she had recently installed in the spare room they used for their ballet and photography studio. Then into the mould he had poured a rubbery latex mixture matched to his flesh tone by mixing in the appropriate choice from a range of tiny bottles of dye. Into the mixture he had pushed a small sealed plastic capsule containing a miniature electric motor and a tiny ultra-long life battery. The mould was finally removed to reveal a perfect reproduction of his erect manhood, with every dilated blood vessel and every fold of foreskin perfectly rendered and with just the right degree of malleability. 'Now you really can fuck yourself', she had quipped, darting him with her wicked smile. It was then fitted with a mounting enabling various other accessory fittings to be attached depending on usage. It could be fitted with a handle for customary employment; Lorna could use it as a strap-on to satisfy Steve's anal proclivities and it could also be fitted with bracing straps that fitted around the waist and upper thighs to satisfy the requirement for hands-free anal pleasure after insertion. And it was in this mode that he was now using it on her. After he had finished adjusting the straps that ensured the dildo would remain deep and tight inside her, she luxuriated in her state of elevated erotic delight for a moment while he took photographs of her, which they would use later in the various bondage and fetish websites they operated from their spare bedroom. As he did so, her memory flipped back to the day she had first had sex with Gary, her first love, at his flat. She had beforehand shyly confessed her bondage desires to him and he remembered how intrigued she had felt when he told her to bring all her pairs of ballet shoes with her. First she had stripped naked for him, removing the clothes she had worn to ballet class: her tracksuit, her black leotard, her white footless tights, her pale pink cotton pants, her white ankle socks and pink canvas slip-on plimsolls. She had knelt naked on the floor, bending forward to display to him her tiny cleavage and her perfect little embonpoint, still youthfully fresh and only recently beginning to be explored, as she pulled her white satin ballet shoes onto her lovely little feet and tied the white satin ribbons tightly around her exquisite ankles. She still remembered the tapping sound of the toe blocks of her ballet shoes as she danced en pointe on the wooden floor of the lounge. She remembered the thrill and excitement she had felt when he told her to stand still and put her hands behind her back. He placed a pair of her ballet shoes in her hands and bound her wrists with the ribbons. She remembered the gorgeous feel on her naked body of the soft sheepskin rug and the warmth of the wood fire as he laid her down before the fireplace. Then he had placed another pair of her ballet shoes between her ankles and tied them so she could bend her knees and have her legs apart. Then he had gagged her with her ballet tights. She felt deep undulations in her groin as she remembered how he had fucked her over and over: genitally; manually; orally. Then had come his masterpiece finale. She remembered squealing with delighted surprise through her gag as he told her that he had studied pointe dancing in order to better understand the needs of a ballerina when he partnered her. She had moaned with delight at the aesthetic and erotic contrasts of watching a powerful and muscular naked man put soft pink satin ballet shoes onto his long, strong feet and gird his sturdily sculpted ankles with the delicate criss-cross tracery of pink satin ribbons, before rising up en pointe and with masculine grace sous-sous a tip- tapping circle around her. She remembered her tingling pleasure as he had rubbed her naked body all over with his ballet-shoed feet; and then the finally explosion inside her when he sat on the floor in front of her prone body, stretched out his leg to penetrate her with the hard, tapered tip of his pointe shoe and she had pleasured herself on it. She was suddenly brought back to the present and she let out a deep, low moan through her gag as electrical contacts buried in the dildo, warmed and expanded by her body heat, came together and started the motor, causing the pink mass inside her to hum and send fabulous vibrations radiating all through her. "Now turn over", he commanded. It was hard for her bound and stiffened body to comply but with determination she lifted her shoulder and hip and turned herself supine before him. She gasped with delight as she realised for the first time that the only thing he had been wearing all along under her gown was a tiny bejewelled black leather posing pouch and black leather ballet slippers. "Prepare for your final punishment." He smirked triumphantly as he theatrically flung aside the gown and mortar board costume and pulled down his pouch to reveal the living inspiration for the simulacrum now sending shock waves through her. She adored his penis. She loved the sight and the feel of his warm mass swelling to firmness in her hand as it responded like an affectionate pet to her stroking. She loved tracing her fingertips along the sinuous lines of the blood vessels standing out vividly from the silk-smooth stretch of his shafting skin and around the proud circumference of his ring and across the velvet-smooth swollenness of his helmet-dome; while her other hand clustered the ripe harvest of his balls and expertly examined their quality with a discerning fondling and squeezing. She loved the warmth of it as she licked it and as it rested on her tongue and the sensation of her lips pressed around the throbbing thickness of its circumference when it was buried deep in her mouth. She loved the briny taste of his emission as he released it deep in her eager throat. Most of all she loved being penetrated, opened up and filled up by it. She longed for the first firm press of his swollen fleshy orb against her eagerly throbbing labia. She craved the first delightful shock of his ingress rubbing deliciously against the engorged pulsating pleasure centres of her lips, her clitoris and the warm, moist walls of her vagina as she moulded herself hungrily to his hugeness. Now she thought of it as a leaping salmon thrusting powerfully and purposefully through the raging torrent towards the goal it had to reach, and the intense eroticism of the image made her absolutely desperate for him. But, with what by now must have been incredible restraint, he ignored her muffled frantic implorings and started to stroke her breasts, thighs, calves and ankles to stoke up her raging conflagration even more. Her vulva felt like it was melting. Every part of her was electric to his slightest touch and now she was almost as unable to shape her thoughts into words as to express them through her firmly gagged mouth, Fuck me. Fuck me My Darling. Oh please fuck me senseless for pity's sake fuck me I can't wait any more. FUCK ME YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD. FUCK ME, FUCK ME FUCK MEEEE! The words searing in her brain as the fire burned in her breasts and her abdomen front and back could only come out as a cacophony of muffled high pitched squeals and screams. Then, just as she thought her head would explode under the pressure dammed up inside it by her gag, he straddled her hips and, gripping them with the enveloping pressure of his inner thighs while she delighted in the feel of soft leather on her legs as his ballet slippers nestled the outsides of her knees, he pushed his swollenness between her tightly bound legs into the hungry embrace of her warm dark vat of delight. He had chosen exactly the right moment, as he always did. As she sighed with delight and relief as she felt him start to open her up she heard his voice in her head, "The difference between good sex and great sex is like great food and great comedy, it's all about timing". She gave a great grunt of accumulated passion from the deepest depths of her belly as she felt his massive penetration invade her. Waves of blissfully euphoric relief flooded her as she joyfully pushed up the throbbing, pulsating beacons of her tightly- bound breasts and her vulva, now in a state of virtual meltdown, to meet and mould even closer against his warm, firm mass bearing down on her. In spite of her bondage she did not accept his entrance passively. She heard his groans join in a symphony erotica with hers as she engulfed and moulded herself tightly to him and as his penis absorbed the vibrations generated by its artificial offspring clone almost mirroring its flesh and blood parent by its position deep and tight in her back passage. She felt she was going mad in her extreme passion. Yet she could still summon sufficient clarity of mind to remember the first time she had seen him naked: in white plimsolls and ankle socks, bound and gagged, his huge erection sticking out from his newly-shaved groin imprisoned in a condom bound to his swollen balls with surgical tape. She remembered his eyes looking at her as he was lowered onto her as she lay below him; also in newly-shaved nakedness in white plimsolls and ankle socks, bound and gagged and tied down on a bed. She remembered how he had looked at her as he had been tied down onto her by their 'kidnappers': not with lust for her body; but with real desire for her. As she trembled and tensed on the edge of her orgasm her senses and her sensual responses to all the sexual stimulations crowding into her consciousness became acutely intensified. The very air in their bedroom seemed to caress her nakedness and fill her nostrils with a heady mixture of perfume, mingled male and female sex hormones and sweat. She delighted in the warm and firm press of her white plimsolls on her flexed and pointed ballerina feet, felt through the deliciously soft cotton embrace of her white ankle socks with their gentle encircling of her delicate and slender ankles. She felt within the bowls of her perfectly smoothly shaved underarms the hot and sticky accumulation of her sweat unable to escape into the atmosphere because of the confinement of her arms bound tightly and immovably to her body. The dull burning throb in the tender flesh her beaten buttocks seemed to spread into the body warmed bed sheet beneath her as his increasing intensity of his thrusting pushed her bottom deeper and deeper into the mattress. She surprised herself with the deep vehemence of her grunting and groaning into her gag as they emanated from deep in her diaphragm and her throat in time to his deep thrusts into her and her intense answering clenches. She felt the rush of air in and out of her nostrils as she breathed hard through her nose to compensate for being unable to take in breath through her firmly gagged mouth. She exulted in the gorgeous feel of his smoothly shaved groin pressing ever closer against the equally smooth convexity of her shaved mound as he pressed up ever closer to her as if trying to touch her very soul. She loved the sensation of the tights bonds, made tighter by the expanding influence of her increasing body heat, around her arms, wrists, knees, ankles and thighs and around the bases of her ballooning swollen breasts now throbbing cushions for his body pressed down onto them. Between her primeval grunts she moaned and whimpered, muffled by her gag, with the gorgeously mingling waves of pleasure radiating from the deep penetrations of his flesh and blood penis warmly and moistly cradled in her vagina and the soft yet firm latex reproduction of his manhood pushed up through the tight throbbing ring of her anus and nestled firmly and tightly in her back passage. Yet though outwardly she was completely helpless – her small, slender and svelte ballerina body bound, trussed and gagged and pressed beneath his powerful, muscular frame – inwardly she felt exultantly and gloriously alive and empowered. Her love and passion for her man burned in her heart and radiated strength to the very tips of her plimsolled ballerina feet. She was certain and secure in their shared love. She knew he was bound to her with emotional bonds far stronger than the physical ones binding her now. She rejoiced in the knowledge of his love for her delicate, gamine beauty. That he loved her for her intelligence and for her deep wit that could turn to biting sarcasm in an instant; for her mercurial and impetuous nature that could suddenly erupt with furious outbursts of temper and then almost as quickly be atoned for with heartfelt and tearful remorse; for her wholehearted generosity and kindness and her fierce sense of morality, responsibility and justice. And she loved him for his quiet, gentle steadfastness; his unassuming self- confidence; his quirky sardonic sense of humour; his habit of becoming obsessively focussed on a small detail to the exclusion of the bigger picture; his slow burning anger that needed much soothing and massaging of ego before that special look of love he had just for her, the same one he had when he first saw her lying naked bound and gagged beneath him, returned to his eyes. He was looking at her in just that same way as she was finally overwhelmed by her orgasm. She screamed out her joy through the clinging confinement of her gag and then moaned deeply as earthquake tremors rippled through her body. She screwed up her eyes and clenched her jaws tight under the tight grip of her gag as she instinctively ground herself on his great thrusting piston lubricated by the flowing oil of her passion, using all the power of her pelvic muscles conditioned and kept strong by years of ballet training and performance, until she heard his gasping cry of fulfilment and felt the trembling quiver of his pleasure through every part of her body pressed down and pressed into by his final thrust on the edge of his ecstasy. Then she sank into his gentle, loving embrace enveloping her. He was himself again, in all his lovingness and gentleness. To him she was the most heart-meltingly lovely woman he had ever known and would ever know. As he contemplated her beautiful ballerina body, so elfin and delicate and yet so strong in her bondage: bound, gagged, harnessed and doubly-penetrated; he was, as he always was in the moment of his post-coital rapture, overwhelmed with love, gratitude and admiration for her. He kissed her on her still-closed eyelids and he smiled as she sighed through her gag while he gently withdrew himself from her. He carefully lifted himself from on top of her to lie down at her side and slowly peeled away the plaster over her lips to release her mouth from the gripping confinement of her gag. Her weak but deeply contented smile and the shining pleasure in her eyes as she opened them to him warmed his heart and his voice, "You were wonderful My Darling. How are you feeling?" For a moment she was too spent by her long period of heightened sexual excitement to do more than murmur her love and deep gratitude to him in a gentle whimper as he cradled her beautiful face and stroked her lovely hair. Finally she could answer in a voice of quiet wonder, "First I was floating. Then I was on fire. Then I thought my whole body would explode. I felt so wonderfully alive all the way through. How is it that I feel so free when I'm naked and tied up and gagged and so helpless in reality? Now I'm floating again and I feel amazing." "It's because you know we have complete safety in each other. And your Little Reminder of Me is still doing its stuff," he smiled. "Mmmm, it still feels gorgeous," she sighed as she slowly squeezed her buttocks the better to intensify the deep rhythmic waves of pleasure radiating deep within her fundament. Then she became more playful again. "First there was 'Two Jags' Prescott and now there's "Two Pricks" Haslam. I know which I prefer." Then she giggled, "Would you like me to call you Two Pricks?" "Only if I can call you Pin Cushion," he laughed. "And why stop at two? If we make another one you can have one up front and one up the back while you're sucking on the real thing." "That's just another excuse to see me pole dance naked in my ballet shoes," she retorted with a very big smile on her face as he gently turned her over to remove his still vibrating reproduction from the dark red ring of her fundament. It soon cooled to silence. She made a mental note to order another kit and her heart fluttered with anticipated pleasure as she imagined feeling the gorgeous vibrations in her vulva and her anus as she feasted with delight on the throbbing heat of his full length buried deep in her throat. The deliciously softly-rounded ripe peach that was her beautiful bottom still glowed pinkly from his earlier ministrations. "How is your 'povera posteriora'?" he asked her jokingly in order to hide his genuine concern that he might have hurt her. "I'll have to be careful how I sit down for a day or two." She winced with much pleasure and a little pain as he gently anointed her buttocks with a soothing balm. Then he untied her and released her bound breasts as she sighed deeply with gratitude, relief and pleasure. She turned on her back again and her deep sighs of "Oh Darling! OH DARLING!" filled the room as he smoothed hand-warmed soothing balm over her display of pert and petite mammary perfection. As her strength returned he knelt in front of her and it was his turn to sigh with pleasure as she stretched out her leg and he felt the glorious feel of her plimsolled foot stroking his genitals as with extreme delight he stroked and kissed the gorgeous confection of crisp and gleaming white canvas, freshly moulded rubber and softly spun virgin-white cotton that was her other foot. She luxuriated in her warm afterglow, delighting in her newly restored freedom to stretch and flex her nakedness, while he ran a deep, warm, frothy bubble bath. He returned and with as much reverence as if he was handling the most sacred relics of an ancient cult, he lovingly undid her plimsolls, carefully removed them to reveal the lovely, petite, soft snow-white forms of her feet nestling in their ankle socks, and then slid her socks from her exquisitely pedicured feet with toes perfectly painted in the same scarlet as her fingers. He gathered her in his arms and carried her to the bathroom and she felt safe and secure as she snuggled against him. They sipped chilled white whine and fed each other with strawberries and chocolate truffles as he lovingly sponged her breasts bejewelled with water drops and adorned with tiny rivulets that dripped from her nipples, and the shiny smoothness of her womanhood that still felt to her gorgeously opened up. "You are such a rat you know," she suddenly laughed. "There you are banging on about me being a naughty girl and needing to be punished and there you are, with nothing under my graduation gown except a great big stiffy and a g-string that would make a Chippendale look overdressed. Just wait till it's your turn." "Can I wear a girl's uniform too?" he grinned. She hit him with the sponge. As he adoringly stroked her hair as they lay in bed warming each other in their shared nakedness, she asked him, "What were you thinking of while you were 'punishing' me?" She was sure what sort of answer she would get, and she was right. "Enjoying giving you pleasure, making sure you were OK, getting a kick out of you being naked and stuff, remembering each bit of the story," he smiled and kissed her, "and thinking that I'm the luckiest bloke in the world because I've got you." They kissed long and lovingly. Then he returned the question, "How about you?" Also knowing the kind of answer he would get. "Oh you know me," she laughed. "My brain goes off anywhere and everywhere even when I'm having such a fabulous time with you. And thank you for giving me the most fantastic time tonight Darling." She stroked the side of his face and he took her hand and kissed her delicate fingers folded over his. "Yes, it's like you're lying there editing your autobiography in your
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mind," he smiled. "It's much more interesting than Thinking of England," she giggled, "and", she added with an artful smile "we'll need to order a few more pairs of pointe shoes with extra-long ribbons. I'll tell you why later," she teased. "Were you really a naughty girl at school?" he grinned. "I got told off a lot for talking in class," she smiled sweetly back at him, "But then you know I can talk for England, even when I'm tied up and gagged. I was usually pretty good, but our whole class nearly got expelled when we tied the class Teacher's Pet naked to her bed and gagged her with one of her ballet shoes."(*) He raised himself up to look down on her with great interest. "Will you show me how you did it?" he asked eagerly. "OK," she laughed. Then, giving him a playful squeeze in a place guaranteed to make him wince, she added, "and you can really find out what my ballet shoes taste like." "Good night, Ballet Girl." He smiled as he reached over her to turn of the light and give her a final kiss. She sighed in perfect contentment as she snuggled against him in his warm embrace. She was on the threshold of her dreams as she murmured "Darling, what would you do to me if I was really naughty?" "Use a plimsoll," he mumbled sleepily, leaving her to dream on about what he meant. THE END (*) See 'And the truth will set them free'.. Sex is often categorized as vaginal, oral and anal sex. I find those categories somewhat restrictive. From a heterosexual male perspective, they allow for three, maybe four basic activities: he fucks her cunt, he fucks her ass, she sucks his dick. Maybe, just maybe he also licks her pussy. I can't decide whether it is more inadequate to lump those two acts into the same category or to invent another subcategory for the latter. I have seen pussylicking advertised as "reverse oral sex". I find this offensive. As if in the natural order of things, women would just suck dicks and the reciprocation was a somewhat inverted, if not perverted act. Enough rant. I am going to describe some basic sexual activities from a more egalitarian perspective. Given the fact that men and women have a mouth, a rectum (aka ass, arse, bum or whichever term is preferred), and their respective sex organs, we find seven combinatorial interactions between: 1\. his mouth, her mouth 2\. his mouth, her pussy 3\. her mouth, his cock 4\. her pussy, his cock 5\. his mouth, her ass 6\. her mouth, his ass 7\. his cock, her ass One might object that this categorization is only slightly less restrictive than the first. How can I pass over other things such as fingers, feet, toys, leave out same-sex and non-binary people? To this I respond that I am just narrowing the scope of this essay based on personal interest and experience. A mathematician has no reason to object to an essay about natural numbers, even though there exist fractional, infinitesimal, real and imaginary numbers beyond. Note that the categories outside natural numbers are not considered "unnatural". To me, natural means just a starting point, using the basic tools (aka sex organs) nature has given us. This essay is dedicated to my present, past and perhaps future lover(s). However, whoever you are, I hope you will enjoy reading this, if you choose to read. Without further ado, let's consider these seven ways of sex: 1\. His mouth, Her mouth Kissing cheek to cheek is social. Mouth to cheek is affectionate. Mouth to mouth is loving. When the mouths open, kissing becomes sexual. Our mouths are made for communication. When our lips touch, we say hello to each other, delighted to meet so close. Are your lips moving, opening up to me? If so, I am overjoyed, and I open my mouth to you as well. I invite you to go first. Before your tongue touches mine, I already taste your saliva. And before I savor your taste, I inhale your smell. Maybe this is our first kiss after dinner. Our mouths smell and taste similar already, since we enjoyed the same food and drinks. Maybe it is not our first dinner, and you want to let me know how your wine tastes by taking a mouthful and sharing it with me through a kiss. Maybe this is the kiss before going to bed, after we brushed our teeth. Slowly the fresh, minty taste transforms into our natural taste. In the beginning, they are distinctly different. Eventually, our natural tastes become similar. The longer we are lovers, the more saliva and other bodily fluids we exchanged, the more we become one. We recognize each other as part of ourselves. We also discover ourselves through each other. I remember the first time you kissed me right after you squirted on my face. The first time I tasted my cum from your mouth. After we knew each other for much longer, you once kissed me to share the taste of another lover with me. Your kiss told me "thank you for loving me and let me enjoy myself in so many ways". My kiss in response was saying "thank you for sharing your enjoyment with me. I am so lucky to have your love." A kiss can be a memory, a story lovers tell each other about what happens. But it also can be, and I wish it always will be, a promise. When my tongue touches the depth of your mouth, I promise to lick your other orifices just as lovingly and passionately. You respond by sticking your tongue hard and deep into my mouth. You are telling me: "lick me as long as you want, but don't forget to also fuck me hard and deep as i am showing you." We both got the message, but we are in no rush. Let's kiss some more first, it feels so good. 2\. His mouth, Her pussy The two most sexy words my lover can say to me are "lick me". Thank you, my lover, for offering me a taste of your pussy, your quim, your fanny, your cunt, your yoni... If there are 50 different words for snow, then 1000 words must be invented to name your feminine treasure, your place of bliss for you and for me. Do you like your pussy bare, fully exposed and vulnerable? Do you like to grow your pubic hair, to fully preserve your rich scent? Do you like to make a fashion statement, maybe even add a piercing and a tattoo nearby? Whatever your style, it is yours and your sex is always beautiful and appealing in the eyes of your lover. Let me admire the beautiful expression of your femininity first before I touch it with my lips. Let me cover your outer and inner labia with adoring kisses and then retrace the places I have kissed with the tip of my tongue. I slowly work myself from the bottom up and from the outside in. By the time I reach your center, you are already wet on your own account, if I have done a good job. Your vaginal fluids tell me that I am welcome. They are also my first reward. I thank you enthusiastically by extending my tongue and licking your vulva, savoring the flavor of your arousal, then moving upward until I reach the pinnacle: the love button, your clit. Whether you have already taught me how to pleasure your clit properly or this is my first lesson, I have to make sure of a few things: Most importantly, we both are in a comfortable position. For me, it means I can stay between your legs for a long time and lick you without straining my neck. For you it means that your hips are well supported and your legs have always a place to rest, especially if they get wobbly after a few orgasms. This is not just a few licks to get you ready for fucking. Even if this is the objective, I also need to be ready, and nothing gets me more ready than tasting your first orgasm on my lips. In any case we will take our time. It might be a very slow climb. It might not feel like climbing at all, just enjoying the sensations. My tongue gives you a loving touch. Your pussy gives me touch, smell and taste in return. How do I know that you like my touch? By listening to your reaction with all my senses. My tongue moves very slowly if it moves at all. If you want more speed, more pressure, more intensity, you will move accordingly. Your clit may dance lightly on my tongue or you may grind it forcefully in my face. It is up to me to pick up your rythm and accompany you on your blissful journey. When your orgasm eventually washes over me, I am blessed. I want to drink your joy and savor every drop. My mouth lingers on your clit while you slowly descend from the peak of pleasure. If it is too intense, you will push me away. If not, perhaps you are ready to stay on the summit for a little while or even climb higher. Your wish is not only my command but a dream come true. 3\. Her mouth, His cock To me "cocksucking" is a misnomer. "Oral massage of my cock" would be a much more apt description of what feels good. Similar to a handjob, just without using hands. Start from the root. Let your tongue graze my balls ever so slightly. I shaved them for you. Lick from the bottom up. Always think upward motion until my little head gets the message. Coat my cock with your saliva. I happen to have no foreskin. If I did, it should be retracted by now. Your pace is agonizingly slow. You make me wait for several minutes before you reach the top and retrieve a drop of precum with the tip of your tongue. Now you reach even higher, all the way to my lips to share the sample of syrup with me. From here on, the story can continue in different ways. We can continue kissing while you make yourself comfortable on my cock that you have so well prepared. Or you move higher still until your cunt is in my face. No further instructions necessary. Or you go back to showing off your amazing oral talents. Now that you have licked every inch of my cock, you take it inside your loving mouth and give me the "fuck me" look. Your mouth engulfs my cock like a wet pussy. In fact, it is no longer my cock, it is yours, you own it. We find our rythm. Without words, you encourage me to give up my seed to you. I try to make the moment last, but resistance is futile. I simply melt in your mouth. You milk every drop from me. You savor it, but you don't swallow. With a triumphant smile you let go of my depleted member. You open your mouth briefly to show me what you have collected. Then you approach me with your mouth closed. As our lips touch, we both open our mouths again. We kiss until my sperm is completely dissolved in saliva. Then we keep kissing until we make up our mind on what to do next. 4\. His cock, Her cunt We have kissed. We have teased and tasted each other. We have enjoyed multiple orgasms together, mostly if not exclusively yours. Now we long for the ultimate connection of our bodies, be as close to each other as possible, become one. We look each other deeply in the eye. Our position depends on what we have done before. Most likely I have licked you, therefore you are comfortably on your back with your legs open and welcoming. My cock is sliding up and down along your labia, from your perineum to your clit and back, licking you like my tongue did moments before. The tease is almost unbearable, yet we both agree to the challenge of finding our connection without help from our hands. After a short eternity I am just at your entrance. You are so wet, I might slip away. But you won't let it happen. In desperation you take hold of my cock and put it inside you. For the next few moments, we are still and just breathe. Eventually we start moving, slowly accelerating until we find our pace. Since today there is no other lover to share you with, it is going to be a marathon, not a sprint. I feel connected to you. We are looking at each other and hold hands while we make love. Then you feel the need of another orgasm surging in you. You let go of my hands and play with your nipples. I have to slow down for a moment, so I don't come instantly when I see you like this. Instead, I focus on your pleasure. I grab the vibrator which you thankfully have always at the ready, and I hold it against your clit while fucking you. I can feel the vibrations from inside. How much more intense must it be for you, feeling it directly on your skin and still wanting to dial up the speed. I try to keep up and hold back at the same time. You moan, then you scream. You make a face and squeeze out a violent orgasm, earned by hard work. It is my cue to let go as well and pump my seed deep inside you. In a perfect situation, my orgasm would happen at the same time as yours. Sometimes I need a little longer, and I keep gently fucking you while you calm down. You urge me to come inside you, so you can finally get your post-orgasmic rest. But once my sperm is released, you seem to have found new energy. You smile from ear to ear and say "lick me clean". 5\. His mouth, Her ass You want me to lick you again. This time I shall go the opposite direction. Instead of upwards toward your clit, I go past your perineum toward your star- shaped hole. If this happens after lovemaking, my tongue just follows the flow of our combined orgasmic juices. They are oozing out of your temporarily enlarged vulva, finding their way into your crack. It feels dirty, naughty to go there, but with you it feels just right. I am your lover, I appreciate everything you offer me. Take me to the dark, forbidden place, help me acquire a taste for it, teach me to pleasure you this way. Eventually I will be as delighted with my tongue roaming in your asshole as I am when I am tasting your pussy. More delicacy and patience is required, of course. Unless I am giving you a post-orgasmic lick when our love juices have already pooled in your cavity, all lubrication must come from my tongue. Therefore I must take care to not waste any saliva while I kiss and lick my way to your asshole. I am going very slowly in concentric circles. When I find the texture of your skin changing from the firmness of your butt cheeks to the delicate lining of your orifice, I start releasing saliva, preferably from above, so it finds its way naturally where it needs to be. Let me always, always remember: The goal is not to lick you dry but to lick you wet. I bathe my tongue in your narrow passage, which will slowly open to me and welcome me inside. Whether you exclaim "fuck my ass with your tongue" or you quietly enjoy the sensation, we both feel an intimate connection with each other that we don't want to miss. It becomes an integral part of our bonding and love making ritual. 6\. Her mouth, His ass Analingus is one sexual activity that can be truly reciprocated between lovers of any gender and any sexual orientation. Personally, if my lover gives me analingus I feel compelled to reciprocate. However, if I give analingus to her, whether on my initiative or on her demand, I don't necessarily expect reciprocation. Everybody needs to decide for themselves without pressure whether they are willing to go there. Please know, my lover, that having my asshole licked is very pleasurable. I hope having your asshole licked is as pleasurable for you, as I have tried to demonstrate on numerous occasions. If you are now ready and willing to give me that pleasure, I will love and cherish you for it. No "stick your tongue in my asshole, you dirty bitch" for you. Unless, of course, you want that dirty talk from me. If that is the case, why isn't your tongue in my asshole already? Even if the act of analingus by itself is the same for each partner, the effects and connotations can be quite different from a male versus female perspective. When a man licks a woman's asshole, it can be preparation for anal sex or anal worship, just like cunnilingus can be preparation for vaginal sex or pussy worship. On the other hand, licking a man's asshole has usually a single objective. It is as effective in getting him an erection as sucking his cock, if not more so. Any male who does not enjoy having his asshole licked, please speak up, or at least let your lover know. As for you, my lover, if you want me to fuck you one more time when I am already getting tired, try licking my asshole. It may work wonders. See how well it worked? I promised to cherish you for doing it. Come here and give me a kiss. 7\. His cock, Her ass I am blessed to have intimately known women, dominant women even, who enjoyed anal sex. On the other hand, cursed be any man who ruins the pleasure of anal sex for a woman by making it all about pain and humiliation. If pain and humiliation turns you on, please let someone inflict it to you first before inflicting it on someone else. I am ranting because I knee a woman who was very open to anything sexual except anal sex because her former boyfriend ruined it for her. I regret it not for my sake but for hers. End of rant. Now, my lover, if you are experienced in the pleasure of anal sex, let's indulge in this pleasure in a similar way we would indulge in "regular" sex. Instead of licking your pussy, I lick your asshole. In fact, my tongue will not go near your pussy after it has been in your asshole, unless I apply mouth wash in-between. Also, vaginal penetration will not happen after anal penetration without washing first. For now, let's stay focussed on the naughty, dirty, unnatural act of anal sex. I shall use my mouth and my cock on your ass only. Your pussy will stay achingly empty. However, we can still use the vibrator on your clit. In fact, we can make love in the same ways and positions as we do regularly. Except that before filling you with my cock, I fill you with lubrication. Or coat my cock with lubrication. Spit on my cock. Squirt lube on my cock. Squirt lube in your asshole. Are you ready? Slowly guide my cock inside you. Or pull your ass cheeks apart and let me slowly, slowly slide my cock inside you. A slight feeling of discomfort is ok, pain is not. Thank you for opening up to me, for trusting me that I am not going to hurt you. Breathe my cock in. Beyond the narrow entrance, you are wider inside. The shaft of my cock is also slightly narrower than the head. Once the head is in, the rest slides in easier. You have captivated my cock. You hold it firmly inside you. It is yours now. Your cock slowly starts to move in its warm and welcoming prison of which you are the warden. You decide how far and how fast your cock can move. Since that cock is attached to me, I am also now fully yours by extension. How long will you keep me inside you? Until I surrender the contents of my balls one more time inside you? After that, will you expect me to lick you? Or perhaps, if you are not able to reach an anal orgasm (yet), you want to leave me wanting as well? Why do I even contemplate this questions? I am happy and fulfilled in the present moment, feeling close and connected to you and knowing that you feel the same way. It's about 3am, and nothing to keep me company but the piercing glow of the TV. As I lay in the bed waiting for sleep to take me, I get the distinct impression that I am not alone. I look around the room, no one in sight...but I feel you. I shake off the feeling, my overactive imagination again. So I turn back to the TV, try to get lost in the program, again waiting for sleep. As I lay there, trying to drift, I feel it again. I am being watched, I know it. I look around again, no you. But I know you are there. Again I ignore it, or at least try to, but this feeling is magnetic. Laying there, feeling your eyes lingering over me. Almost like finger tips. The chills rise in me. I roll on to my back and feel you come towards the bed. I don't see you. But it is you. Your eyes traveling my body. Your hands reaching out to me. My eyes open, and I am searching for you. Painfully, you are not there. Your eyes are in my imagination, your hands that were traveling are mine. But it is too late now, I've started and must keep going. So I close my eyes, think of you. Your hands, your lips, your eyes, your energy. I picture the perfect tryst. In my mind it is so perfect with you, familiar, beautiful, wild, sweet. And I want it, need it. But for now, I am alone. I let myself get carried away on the fantasy, and go for the ride. I gently caress myself. Starting, with both hands, at my neck and let them slide gracefully to my breasts. I cup them, softly and lightly rub my thumbs over my nipples. I feel them get hard, I look at them and they deepen in color. I wonder what it would feel like to have them in your mouth, to have your tongue play with them as I feel myself get wet and warm between my legs. Still playing with my nipples, I rub my thighs together trying to ease the ache that has risen. There is no refusing it, it demands satisfaction. And still, I don't yield, not yet. The desire feels too good. Wanting you is precious, so I lay there. Playing with my nipples, my legs caressing each other. I lick my lips in hopes for a kiss that is not going to come tonight. But my thoughts are of you and this sweet burning. And finally, that point approaches. My swollen clit silently screaming for attention, my warm and wet pussy aching for you. And I can no longer put it off. I have to give in. At the point I decide yes, I know that somewhere in the night, you are fighting the same battle. And losing as graciously as I am. I slide my right hand down my stomach, left hand still cupping my breast. As my hand makes its way down, my legs open. I feel my hand go between them, wishing it was yours. I gently stroke that part where my lips meet. My fingers sense my warmth as it stirs itself into a frenzied heat. I give a slight moan and slide my first finger between my lips. The exhilaration of the wetness is intoxicating. I slide my finger over my clit. It is so swollen, and touching it feels so good. I message it, slowly at first. Just enough to sustain the need to drown myself in ecstasy. But I know that moment is coming. Again I think of you, and I want you. I can see you there, nested down on the bed with me. Touching me, watching my face to see the pleasure register as you message my clit. I feel you shift your hand, now your thumb has started on my clit. Your second and third fingers inside me, rubbing the knot you find. It feels so good. Electric pulses run through my body. Alerting my senses that the wave is coming. I start moaning steadily and look into your eyes. The look on your face is peaceful, almost encouraging. Silently you are saying this is right, it's ok, let yourself go. Allow yourself to feel good. Then you start to gradually work your fingers faster, the gentle touch has become a methodical caress. It's sweet and delicious. I open my legs wider, inviting, begging you to continue. The caress gets more demanding, and I completely give myself over to it. I have become nothing more than a writhing mess on the bed, a total slave to your hand. And then that feeling comes over me, I know the crash is coming. All I can do is just whisper yes between my moans. My eyes are closed at this moment, I thrust my hips forward and you carefully put your free hand on my lower stomach, your silent way of telling me to relax. Assuring me that you won't stop. And then it starts, that feeling that takes me higher than anything. I cry out, it's too good, too sweet. Your hand doesn't stop, you feel me, my head thrown back, body prone for what's to come over me. I collapse into the bed. I feel you kiss my stomach. Looking up, big smile on my face, hoping to meet your eyes with mine. I see that you are not there. I feel my hand between my legs and realize that you were never there. The whole time, I had been alone. Once I recover, and curl up. I turn the TV off, cuddle into my pillows, and whisper good night to you.
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Spring had arrived early this year. Cassie tugged at her skirt, which threatened to blow up and expose her to the other students on campus. This was only her second semester here, and she had tried her hardest to remain as invisible as possible. If there was anything Cassie wanted to avoid, it was being noticed. The green expanse of lawn was interrupted only by clusters of daffodils around the big old oaks that towered over the campus, like pillars of knowledge. These trees had been here for over a hundred years, and she didn't doubt they'd still be here long after she was dead and gone. Things at Pendleton College seldom changed. It had only been in the past five years that boys had been allowed to attend Pendleton. The dress code was still strictly enforced – plaid skirts for young ladies, navy pants for young men and white collared shirts for both. The young men were expected to wear navy ties as well. It wasn't much different from the Catholic girls' school she had attended back home, so she didn't mind as much as some of the girls seemed to. Pendleton Academy had been founded by Henry Pendleton in 1885 as an alternative to the finishing schools that had become so popular. As the population of St. Louis had grown, so had the upper class, and families of means were looking for somewhere to send their daughters for additional education beyond fine needlework, painting, and the art of conversation. To marry well, these daughters of society needed to be more educated than before, so as not to be seen as simple Midwest farm girls. They needed to appear as though they would easily fit into the social circles of New York, Charleston, and Boston. And so, Henry Pendleton founded Pendleton Academy a two days' journey outside of St. Louis and aimed to do just that. It also quickly had gained a reputation for managing and taming some of the more free-spirited girls and teaching them their proper place. The name had changed to Pendleton College sometime in the' 60s, but the philosophy remained the same. Today, Cassie was on her way to see her advisor. She had only met him twice, and the encounters had left her wondering if she should request a new advisor. His name was Grant Winters, and he was a direct descendant of the Pendleton family. He also taught several upper-level English courses. In their last meeting, he had asked her to bring in progress reports from her professors so they could discuss her progress and whether any adjustments needed to be made this semester to her course load. She was really struggling with her Comp II class and hoped that Professor Winters would be able to offer her some advice. Cassie walked up the steep stone steps leading to Cane Hall and pulled open the heavy oak door. Professor Winters' office was on the third floor, and of course there were no elevators in this building, the oldest on campus. The Board of Directors maintained that stairs were good for exercise, and to build elevators in these historic buildings would harm their historic value. As she rounded the stairs to the third floor, she checked her watch. She was five minutes early, which was good. Professor Winters did not like to be kept waiting. There was a waiting area outside his office, which happened to be the only office on the third floor. Cassie perched nervously on a brown leather couch that had seen better days. The door to Professor Winters' office was closed, and she could hear faint voices from inside. He must be with another of his advisees, she assumed as she fiddled with her backpack strap. Professor Winters made her nervous. She had seen more than one girl leave his office with tear-stained cheeks, and he was rumored to be very hard on his advisees. The door opened, and a blonde girl walked out. Cassie had seen her on campus before, and was pretty sure she lived in the same dorm. Her cheeks were red and it looked like she had been crying. The girl slung her backpack over her shoulder and turned as Professor Winters called out, "I'll see you next week, Miss Campbell. Same time, please." She nodded and hurried toward the stairs. Professor Winters appeared in the office doorway. His broad shoulders filled the small space, and he had to be at least 6'3" tall. He didn't exactly look like your typical English professor. He looked more like a football player than the published author and revered – and tenured – professor he was. "Miss Hemmingway, I'll see you now." Cassie's heart was racing as she got up and followed him into his office. He closed the door behind her and she heard the lock click. He had explained to her the first time they met that he always locked his door as a matter of habit, preferring to control interruptions as much as possible, and a closed door did not mean privacy was respected. ""Please, have a seat," he said, gesturing toward the straight-backed wooden chair in front of her. He walked around the desk and eased himself into a very nice leather chair, the kind she had seen in the movies, and which usually were used by very important and well-to-do men. "Do you have your progress reports for me to review?" Cassie pulled out a folder containing her progress reports. Aside from her Comp II class, she felt pretty good about her classes this semester. Granted, this was only 6 weeks in, but still... She couldn't read Professor Winters' expression as he skimmed over the reports from her teachers. Cassie had, of course, looked at them, and didn't see anything to be concerned about. On the other hand, Cassie was acutely aware that she was here on a scholarship, and was held to a much higher academic standard than the girls whose parents wrote checks for their tuition every semester without blinking an eye at the number of zeros on the end. Professor Winters laid the papers on the desk, leaned back with his hands behind his head, and looked at her intently. He didn't look pleased, and Cassie's anxiety level soared. "Miss Hemmingway, you are here to learn, are you not?" His voice was gruff, stern almost. "Yes, sir, I am." Cassie tried to hide the tremble in her voice. "I am appalled by this," he said, gesturing at the progress reports sitting on his desk. "What do you have to say for yourself?" "I'm sorry, Professor Winters, but I'm not sure what you mean. I think I'm doing quite well – I have a B+ or A- in every class by Comp II, and I know I'm struggling with that class. I'd hoped to talk to you about it today, because I'm not sure what Professor Fanning expects, and I'd hoped you might have some advice for me. I've even brought a few assignments with me so you can maybe show me what I need to work on. I just don't think my writing style is what she's looking for, but I don't know how to change." Cassie was rambling and she knew it, but she kept on going anyway, fumbling in her backpack for her Comp assignments to show him. "Miss Hemmingway, this is a disgrace," he bellowed, throwing her Comp papers onto his desk. "I am just astounded at your inability to satisfactorily complete a simple assignment. Professor Fanning gives very clear, concise directions, and I have seen no other students coming in with problems in this class." Cassie cringed. This was not exactly going the way she thought it would. Professor Winters got up and walked to the window, his hands clasped behind him. "Do you have any idea what you are doing?" "I'm sorry, but I'm not sure what you mean, sir." "Miss Hemmingway, you are here on a scholarship. When you were admitted, you signed a contract. That contract stipulated that you would uphold strict academic standards and moral conduct. Is that not correct?" "Yes, sir." "As your advisor, it is my right to report poor academic progress to the board. As a member of the Pendleton family, it is also my duty. However, I also have a certain amount of discretion, and can choose to provide alternative discipline methods in the hopes of nipping a problem in the bud. Do you understand what I am saying?" Cassie studied her hands, clasped tightly in her lap. She was close to tears. Her parents worked hard, but neither of them had been to college, and she was the first person in her family to actually attend college. Without the scholarship, she would have to leave. Pendleton didn't allow underclassmen to hold jobs, believing that all spare time should be spent studying. "Miss Hemmingway?" Cassie jumped; Professor Winters' breath was warm on her ear. She didn't realize he had come around behind her. "Yes, sir. I do understand." "So tell me. What punishment do you feel is appropriate, and will serve to motivate you to try harder?" He sat on the edge of his desk in front of her, his hands clasped on his thighs. "I can go to the Academic Skills Center for tutoring, and I'm willing to attend the Study Tables every night." Study Tables were mandatory for any student with a C average or less, and attending was humiliating. "No, I have something a little more personal in mind." Cassie was slightly relieved to hear this, as she really didn't want to go to Study Tables if she could help it. "Miss Hemmingway, do you carry a hairbrush with you?" Cassie was slightly confused, but she acknowledged that yes, she did. "Give it to me, please." Cassie pulled her brush out of her backpack and handed it to him. It was a paddle-style, made of wood with natural boar bristles. Cassie's long brown hair reached almost to her waist, and was straight and shiny. She couldn't imagine leaving her dorm without a brush to keep it looking nice. It was her one vanity. "Cassie, this school was founded on the idea that women – young women much like you – needed to learn their place in society. In addition to being able to converse intelligently about a variety of subjects, they were also expected to marry well. Part of being the wife of a man of some social status meant understanding appropriate behavior and consequences of actions. You are required to uphold your contract of academic excellence and high moral conduct. As a man in a position of authority, it is my responsibility to address your shortcomings and mete out appropriate punishment to help you recognize the error of your ways. I have also noticed that you are quite vain about your hair. Hence, we shall address two birds with one stone. Your Comp II grades thus far leave much to be desired, and if you continue down this path you will surely lose your scholarship before the end of the semester. And your obsession with your hair is, quite frankly, unacceptable. A woman's hair is an adornment, meant only to be displayed for her husband's pleasure. From now on, you will wear it up, either pulled back in a bun or in a single braid. Do you understand?" Cassie nodded. At least he hadn't told her she had to cut her hair. She didn't think she could bear to have short hair. She wondered if he would keep her hairbrush until her grades improved. "Please rise." Cassie stood up and faced Professor Winters. "Put your hands on the edge of the desk and bend over." "I'm sorry, but I don't understand." Her brow furrow as she clenched and unclenched her hands. "I have found that a sound spanking is often a good early intervention in cases like yours. I will ask you one more time to bend over and put your hands on the desk. If I have to ask you again, I will be forced to use the restraints. And before you start wondering if I can do this, the answer is yes. You and your parents both signed our discipline contract as part of your enrollment, which does give me the right to punish you as I see fit." Cassie slowly obeyed, aware of her skirt rising and just barely brushing the tops of her thighs. She was sure he could see her panties and the edge of her bottom, and a hot blush rose in her cheeks. She hadn't been spanked like this since she was a young girl. "On second thought, I think I would rather see you bent over the chair." He moved her behind the straight-backed chair she had been sitting in. "Bend over the back and place your hands on the seat. You may hold the sides if it helps." This position left her entire ass uncovered, her skirt up around her waist. She was just mortified. "Are you feeling lucky today, Miss Hemmingway?" His voice was low in her ear, and out of the corner of her eye, she could see his profile. A slight shadow of stubble gave him a rough look up close. "Not particularly, sir." Lucky? She was bent over a chair in her advisor's office, apparently waiting for a spanking. Could she be any more unlucky?? He held a pair of dice in front of her. "Roll them on the chair seat. The number you roll is the number of spanks you will receive." She quickly did the math in her head. The least amount she could roll was two. The most was twelve. It was more likely she'd roll something in the middle, around a 6 or 7 total. "Quickly, Miss Hemmingway. I do have other students scheduled this afternoon." She gingerly took the dice from his hand and gently rolled them on the chair seat. A five and a four. "Ah...So you aren't very lucky today, Miss Hemmingway. Nine swats for your first punishment. On the other hand, given the severity of your situation, I think it will do quite nicely. I'd have been inclined to give you at least twelve. The dice are kind to you today. " Cassie forced herself to breathe deeply. This would be over quickly, and she could get back to the dorm. "Spread your legs apart, Miss Hemmingway, and pull your panties down to your knees." The blush rose in her cheeks. He could not be serious. There was no way she was going to pull her panties down in front of her advisor. "Miss Hemmingway, I will not ask you again. If I have to do it for you, I will add ten strokes to your punishment." Cassie knew she didn't have any choice. The last thing she wanted was for him to do it, and she certainly didn't want nineteen swats. Nine would be bad enough. She reached around and tugged her panties down to her knees and spread her legs as far as she could under the circumstances. This was so wrong, she kept thinking, but at the same time, she felt herself getting a little wet down there, in her secret place. That mortified her even more. "Are you ready to begin, Miss Hemmingway?" "Yes, sir," she whispered. "You will count out the strokes as I administer them. Failure to do so will result in additional strokes. You must also hold still. Do not pull away from the brush." "The brush?" Cassie squeaked out. Surely he couldn't be serious. He was not going to spank her with her own brush, was he? "Yes, the brush. Your brush. The one you use to brush that hair of yours, trying to tempt young men to stray from their code of conduct. It seems only fitting to use it to administer your punishment. This way, every time you are tempted to brush your hair in public, you will remember this punishment when you see this brush, this tool of temptation. Perhaps it will help remind you of the importance of following my instructions, lest you wind up here again." He paused to let his words sink in. "Let us begin." Before she had time to think, she heard the rush of air and felt the first stroke, hard on her tender and taut bottom. "One," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Louder, Miss Hemmingway. I want to hear you loudly and clearly." "One," she said a little louder. "That's better." The next stroke was the period on his sentence and she jumped a little at the sudden smart. "Two," she said, more firmly this time. This was not as easy as she thought. It was hard to overcome her instinct to yelp. THWACK! "Threeeeee," she wailed. THWACK! "Fouuur." THWACK! "Fiiiive." She braced herself for the next one, but it didn't come. Instead, she felt her smarting bottom being rubbed with the bristles of the brush, prickling the hot, sensitive skin. "Miss Hemmingway, I do believe your bottom is flirting with the brush. You wouldn't dare do that, would you?" "No, sir." Cassie's eyes were closed. She was too humiliated to open them. As long as she didn't see him, she could pretend this was all a bad dream. "Open your eyes and look at me, Cassie." He was right in front of her, tapping that hairbrush against his hand. She forced her eyes to meet his. "The next four are really going to hurt. After each one, I not only want you to count, but I want you to thank me for being kind to you. Other advisors might not be so lenient with a scholarship student. I could have tossed you out without a second thought. But I do see real promise in you, Miss Hemmingway, and I think you are worth correcting. I think you can be molded and shaped with a firm and consistent hand. You are fortunate that I am your advisor." He moved out of her line of sight again, and she could hear him behind her. He stroked her reddened cheeks with his hand, bringing the blood back to the surface. A rush of air and the brush connected with her bottom, much harder than the previous five strokes. She couldn't help but yelp and then she remembered. "Siiiix. Thank you, sir, for correcting me." Cassie found it hard to spit the words out. This was the most humiliating thing she had ever endured, and she was supposed to thank him for it? THWACK! "Sssseven. I am grateful for your kindness, sir." THWACK! "Eight!" That one was by far the worst. Her bottom was on fire and tears were beginning to overflow, a combination of shame and pain. "Thank you for believing I am worth correcting, sir." THWACK! "Nine!" Cassie was crying now. "Thank you again, sir." THWACK! "Ow! You said I only got nine! That was ten!" "So I did, Miss Hemmingway. But I thought you could use the extra one. Would you like another for questioning my judgment?" "No, sir," she sobbed. Please, no, she willed him silently. She didn't think she could take any more. "I didn't think so. You may pull up your panties and stand up now." Cassie carefully stood up and slid her panties up over her burning bottom. The rough cotton chafed her cheeks something awful. He handed her the brush he had just used to punish her. "Put this back in your backpack. You will bring it with you every time we meet." Cassie slipped her brush back into her backpack. "Why don't you sit down while I gather up these papers for you, Miss Hemmingway." She looked at him with a horrified look on her face. He couldn't be serious. Sit down? "It's not a choice, Miss Hemmingway. Have a seat," he said with a smile, gesturing toward the hard chair he had just bent her over. She perched on the edge of the seat, trying to avoid putting her full weight on her bottom while he gathered up the progress reports and her assignments. "Until we get you back on track academically, Miss Hemmingway, I'd like to see you weekly. I think we'll start with Tuesdays at one, so you can be at your 2:00 class on time." Her heart sank. Her 2:00 class on Tuesdays was a three hour lecture on Art History. She couldn't bear the thought of sitting in a lecture room chair for three hours with her bottom hurting this badly. "You may go, Miss Hemmingway. I'll see you Tuesday." She picked up her backpack and let herself out of his office, tears still streaming down her cheeks. Another freshman girl was sitting on the leather couch, waiting for her appointment with Professor Winters. Poor girl, she thought, as she hurried down the stairs, her bottom smarting with each step. She wasn't looking forward to next Tuesday.
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Allie stood in the fading light and surveyed the boxes. So many boxes. Not that they were huge boxes, she didn't own that much stuff, but there were so many boxes. The movers had left only 15 minutes earlier and she had been stalling the process of getting them opened and sorted. She thought about it for a minute, and then decided it might just as well wait until tomorrow. She had been planning this move for a year now, one more day wouldn't hurt. The move was meant to be a break from the past, shedding old relationships, old expectations and old complaints. Miami was as good as place as any to restart! "23 wasn't too old to start fresh." she thought, then laughed, well aware of how young that was in the big picture. She had found the home online, a lucky break as it had just gone on the market, and the price was ridiculously low. Someone needed out of this place in a hurry and Allie was happy to oblige them. Located on the far west side of the city, it essentially looked out at the swamplands. Allie didn't see swamp, she saw unbridled nature; natural beauty in a primal form. "Some of these plants could be 1,000 years old." she thought. Allie had always been a hippy at heart, communing with nature and all that. Although close to the city, this spot seemed very primeval. Leaving the boxes behind she went to the patio door and looked out. Her reflection in the glass revealed a truly beautiful young woman. She had had inherited all the good qualities of her Latino father and Native American mother. The result was a tall, curvy dark skinned beauty, black glossy hair to her back, dark eyes, and a broad white smile. She didn't have to work hard to keep off the weight, which was a good thing, since she also inherited her mother's appetite. Instead she had a trim belly, nice enough hips and 36C breasts that she could use to her advantage if she had to. Fortunately she was smart enough that she didn't have to, unless she wanted to. The air conditioning was going full tilt, coming out he register on the floor directly under her. She felt the chill up her long legs and belly even as her nipples tightened and embarrassingly poked through her t shirt. She blushed, realizing she may have been putting on a show for the movers by going bra-less. "Oh well, I'm sure in Miami that's no big deal." she hoped. She unlocked the slider and slid it wide. The heat and sudden rush of scents was almost overwhelming. It was like a floral shop times 100. She walked out onto the stone patio, and then into the manicured Bermuda grass, letting the scents lead her around her yard. It was nicely sized, big enough for the patio and a small garden. A tall fence separated the neighbors to one side. The grass spread out toward the swamp and then sloped down to a wall of vegetation. She looked out and realized that vegetation was the beginning of the swamp, there was nothing beyond it but nature. She walked to the top of the slope and breathed in again: more fragrances, too many to name, swept over her. She turned toward the house, wondering if the garden could be started without.... "Ohhhh, What was that scent?" her mind asked. She had caught a small whiff just as she turned, that stood out from the rest, easier to pick up, but not just that... it seemed... nicer. She looked down the slope and didn't see anything that stood out. She walked down further, using her nose more than her eyes to search. Gradually she bent to the left, walking to the deepest part of the yard. She kept moving, enjoying the smells. She approached the vegetation wall and looked it over. To be exact, it was a green wall of vines, taller than she was, but with a lower section, almost like a flower box at its base. The natural flower box extended about 3 ft from the wall. It looked almost man made, but hadn't been kept up in a hundred years. She leaned in and found the scent strongest here. She bent down and looked. Although it was mostly greenery, there were a few plants mixed in, taller than the rest, reed like, almost like asparagus. What caught her eye were the pink and gray tips on the reeds. They were the only color in the area. She bent down and inhaled. She was immediately struck by an ever stronger aroma. Her lungs filled with it. Suddenly her mind was filled with images from her past... holding a boy's hand, her first kiss... the first time a boy touched her bra strap... her first orgasm. "Whoa!" She shook herself back to reality, unsure of where that little rush of libido had come from. "That's some good perfume there, boys." she said to the plants. She made a note to cut some later to have on the table. It would make the house smell wonderful. She realized that the sun was down further, and suddenly the image of a gator popping out of the vegetation made her realize she was a stranger in these parts. She would head inside and get a good start tomorrow. She said goodnight to the swamp and headed into the house. Except in reality she just stood there, looking down at the flowers. It took 10 seconds for her brain to catch up to the fact she hadn't turned at all. She was still standing there. She knelt down and inhaled again. Another wave of intimate warmth flooded her body. The sky almost seemed to brighten. She curled herself lower and studied the mystery plants. "You look like alien asparagus to me, gents." she stated. The stalks were thin but sturdy, swaying just a bit in the breeze, with the small tops made up of gray, no, they were light blue, and pink balls. They glimmered, as if wet. Without even thinking twice she bent down and daintily touched her tongue to the top of one of the reeds... ... and although she had never done hard drugs, Allie instantly suspected that's what it felt like to take a hit of something powerful. Her mind blanked white, and then the color rushed back in. She felt lightheaded, but then like 1,000 oceans were crushing down on her. Just as quickly the pressure was gone and she felt a euphoria tingle up and down her arms. For a split second she felt worry or concern at what she was doing, but that emotion was run over by a train full of pleasure, including the ghosts of her sexual past. She plucked one of the stalks, mesmerized, and held it up. The nectar at the top seemed to pool and form a drip. Before it could fall she put out her tongue and let it land there. The same rush hit her and she shivered in the heat. She carefully set down the stalk, as if thankful for the gift and wanting to respect for its offering. She leaned down and gazed at the group of stalks again. While before she only noticed a half dozen, now there seemed to be two dozen, maybe more of the stalks, all colorful, all waving in the breeze. The motion of the stalks was captivating too. Her conscious mind noticed the fact that the stalks were actually moving independently of the breeze, leaning back and forth completely opposite the blades of tall grass adjacent to them. "Haha, funny little asparagus," she cooed to the stalks, "how are you doing that?" wondering out loud, not disturbed at all by the unnatural behavior. She leaned in closer to the group of stalks and noticed 4 more, much larger than the first, nearly an inch in diameter. They had the same shape, just larger and... these were actually moving. They moved from the rear through their smaller cousins and approached Allie in the front. One rose up, seemingly growing in front of her. Allie looked at it curiously. She put out her hand and the stalk immediately moved toward it, slowly. She patted the stalk on the head and it wavered in place. As she pulled her fingers away she saw more sticky nectar. Without hesitation she licked it from her fingertips and got another jolt of emotion, this time more warm and assuring than before, and more potent. Allie just felt so good right now. The other stalks had now approached her, undulating in front of her. She reached out with both hands and they approached again. This time they made contact, rubbing themselves against her finger tips and palms, moving up her wrist, over and back again. Soon they had entangled themselves gently on her wrists and through her fingers. Gently and ever so slowly they pulled her forward, insisting quietly that she place her hands on the grass just in front of the flower box. She pulled back a bit but didn't seem too concerned when they pulled back harder. It just seemed like a funny game, even while the deeper part of her brain sent out a silent warning. As she bent forward she noticed that there were more stalks than she remembered, dozens of them, filling the space inside the flower box. As she counted, the other two larger stalks glided back behind her, rolling up over her knees, around the calf once, quite softly, and then down to her bare ankles. A wispy tip brushed the sole of her foot and she shook off the tickle absentmindedly. The two stalks eased her knees and feet backward a bit, tugging smoothly, moving her from a kneeling position onto all fours. She didn't hardly notice, let alone mind it. In fact, it allowed her to drop her head further to look across the tops of all the tiny stalks. Each one glistened with a drop of that aphrodisiac nectar, and swaying in unison they looked like an animated rainbow. "This is amazing and its just my first day." Suddenly a new stalk rose up, this one larger still than the other two, yet more flexible, more animated. Had she not been so affected by the nectar she would have shrieked in terror, because this shaft rose out of the grass exactly like a snake. It rose to the level of her nose, and almost seemed to be looking at her. "It doesn't have eyes, but that doesn't seem to stop it." Allie thought, intrigued. It bobbed and weaved, as if trying to decide if Allie were friendly. Allie smiled broadly at the almost human behavior. The smile must have assured the stalk because it moved forward, right under her nose. Allie didn't move and allowed it to very gently touch its tip to her bottom lip. The scent and wave of feeling this time was yet more intense and Allie issued a low cry. All of the same intimate feelings ran through her, from her lips across her shoulders, past her nipples, down between her thighs, both knees and right out of her toes. Her eyes fluttered and her back arched slightly as the feeling bolted. She was about to say something: what, she didn't know, and to who, she wasn't aware, but before she could even craft a thought, the stalk pushed itself between her lips. It was past her teeth in an instant and when she tried to close her mouth her lips only closed behind the stalks tapered head. But as quickly as it moved, it stopped, not moving again and Allie became aware that her whole mouth was full of the nectar dripping from its surface. Instinctively she inhaled deeply and closed a vacuum around the bulb, running her tongue over it, tasting the gelled nectar. She moved her head forward then back, as if coaxing more of the syrup from it, and was rewarded handsomely a tiny rivulet of the nectar flowed and covered her tongue. She moved forward and back once again, but this time it stubbornly offered nothing for her effort. A third cycle gave her a several fresh drops and she sighed again. She knew how to induce the nectar to flow and at this moment that was the only thing that mattered. In some unrelated parallel universe she heard her cellphone ringing, and for a second she wondered what that meant, but an instant later a larger burp of nectar filled her mouth and she greedily swallowed it. Allies head bobbed on the nectar straw; her hair flopped down in front of her eyes. She wasn't able to lift her hands to adjust it, but that wasn't important now. She knew she had to maintain the pace to keep the liquid flowing. The problem was that the pace to keep the liquid flowing was always increasing. If she held her pace the syrup would slow to a maddening trickle, and shed try harder. Soon her head was frantically moving forward and back, desperate to get that next drop. While she worked so hard, the flower box and the wall itself seemed to come alive. More stalks of all sizes began to slide forward, from all parts of the vegetation. Smaller ones seemed hesitant and timid: they only gently touched her hands and knees and feet, as if exploring an ancient ruin. Mid-sized stalks were bolder; they flanked her body and moved up it on each side. Several stalks slid over her shoulders and into the neck line of her shirt. As they wrapped and moved they casually split the fabric, and within a few minutes her shirt was barely hanging on, her full breasts dropping down. One stalk slid straight down between her hanging breasts, then doubled back on itself, forming two open loops, which it wrapped around each of Allies globes. Although it was probably just to help itself cling, the rhythmic squeezing and kneading almost seemed sexual. Another stalk approached from the back, and slide right up the leg of her shorts, under her panties, and popping out the top along her firm belly. Allie flinched as the stalk pressed against the clit on its travels higher, but could only concentrate on sucking syrup. The stalk flexed itself mightily and her shorts split along the crotch, the buttons popping off like a shot. The ruined shorts didn't fall off but they certainly stopped being any kind of fashion apparel and showed her neatly trimmed nether-region to the world Allie felt the cool and the breeze tighten her pores as more of her skin was exposed by the marauding vines. She tried to turn her head, looking down behind her, but without taking the stalk from her mouth. What she could see startled her. Her bare skin was showing nearly everywhere, essentially nude, and every inch had a green vine on it or over it, as if she was being cataloged. Once again a bolt of concern flashed past her frontal lobe "I don't think this is..." her mind warned, but it never even finished the thought. But the next drip of tonic from the stalk in her mouth erased that thought along with most any other she had. She simply renewed her effort to keep up with the nectar supply in her mouth. When she felt a stalk press up against her exposed pussy, her mind didn't leap to her current situation, but flashed back to the boy who had captured her heart her first year at school. She remembered the absolute ache that had filled her body when they were apart and the ecstatic thrum that electrified her body when they were together. All of those images and memories were gliding through Allies mind as the stalk pressed forward, easily spreading the dark folds and slipping into her pussy. This shaft was wide enough to elicit a autonomous response from Allies body, her muscles contracted and squeezed, still at first, then moving back. The sensations that radiated from Allies pussy now were hundreds of times greater than she had ever known and she was simply powerless to resist. Her hips took over and she began to thrust, picking up pace until her pussy was cycling as fast as her mouth was pistoning. Her mouth sagged open as the first tiny orgasm danced up her stomach. The stalk in her mouth used that opportunity to slide itself a bit further in. Allies lips stretched and her cheeks bulged but she certainly wasn't going to let that stop her from getting that god-damned candy. Her eyes watered from the effort but she pressed her mouth down onto the shaft and sucked harder. A second stalk joined the one inside of Allies pussy, giving her a first-ever double penetration. Although it had been a long-held fantasy in the naughtier parts of Allies mind, she didn't even recognize it, barely feeling the additional stretch in her soaked lips and the warm burn of her expanded tunnel. She did, however, notice when that same stalk, once coated with her cream, pulled back out and moved to her anus. Without so much as a tap the stalk pressed itself through her tight opening, bulling its way inside. Allies mouth opened in an agonizing scream, but the stalk there once again plunged deeper, cutting off the sound and nearly her ability to breath. The searing pain in her ass spread as the stalk moved nearly six inches inside her virginal backdoor. After a minute the cramping stopped and the stalk slowly began to glide in and out. She calmed as she fought to breathe through her nose while the stalk felt like it was trying to climb down her throat. She never missed a drop of the liquid as she maintained a porn-star like vacuum on the shaft lodged in her tonsils. The two stalks in her bottom half were alternating their thrusts, shaking Allie's body each time one came forward. The sounds of thick wet thwacking filled the backyard, her dark skinned body flopping like a rag-doll in the open yard. Had any neighbor been home they surely would have thought an orgy was in progress. Had they been of the right mood, they may have popped over the fence to ask to join, in which case things may have turned out completely differently. Allie's brain was awash with stimuli, the physical from the relentless pounding her sex organs were taking, but also with the emotional and spiritual thoughts that the complex biological compounds in the nectar were spurring in her mind. She was aware of the frenzied mechanical tornado she was in, but almost as a spectator. Her mind was much more occupied with the beautiful and intimate sensations. Allie's physical strength began to falter; she simply didn't have the energy to keep up with her floral lovers. Her shoulders dropped, and her legs splayed to the side, he eyes slid shut intermittently, almost as if she might sleep in the midst of all this. The sound of the stalk in her mouth changed to a gurgle as she could no longer hold a vacuum on the lance. The voice of concern once more rose up in her mind, this time shouting louder, asking her "What would happen if this ride wasn't going to end!? " The thrusts of the stalks suddenly took on a more measured pace, more in unison, more rhythmic. The stalks stiffened as well, as if losing their flexibility and becoming rigid. Allie felt like she was losing consciousness, her belly pinched in fear, she didn't know how long she could... Without the warning of a passionate groan, all three stalks, in her mouth, her pussy and her ass, exploded with a bright white thick ropy cream. It surged down Allie's throat, her gag-reflex unable to slow it down, and filled her stomach. Her pussy was filled in an instant and spurts of it squirted out of her around the stalk, running down her legs. She felt a hot sensation several inches into her ass and knew she was being filled there as well. As each stalk surged and exploded, it went stiff, almost lifting Allie into the air, as if on a spit-roaster for a split second. But just as quickly they released and went soft. No longer supported, Allie dropped onto the grass, unceremoniously onto her face. She welcomed the soft fresh scent of the grass. The cooling earth softly caught the rest of her, and welcomed her to rest a while. Allie curled into a loose ball, exhausted, somewhat sore but feeling a deep warm bliss. Her panting slowed and her arms and legs regained their strength. She sat up on her elbows and looked around her. Her jaw was sore and the muscles in her midsection were cramped from the thrusting, but all was quiet. The stalks were still there, dozens of then, but setting back a few feet. It was if they were suddenly afraid of her, and waiting for her reaction. "What the fuck just happened..?" she rasped, half laughing but half concerned. She felt like she had narrowly avoided a disaster of some kind. "Is this whats its like to get gang-banged?" She laughed to herself. She heard her phone ringing again, and suddenly realized how much time had passed. It was almost black out. She didn't need to be outside any longer in the swamp. She moved to get to her feet, but found her foot was numb and just dropped her to the ground again. She laughed at herself. She was getting too old for this. She rubbed the foot and realized the numbness had spread up her calf now. Her other foot felt gauzy too. She touched her right knee only to discover then her fingers were numb. The alarm bells started ringing again, but this time too late. Within 60 seconds she had fallen over onto her back, her body completely numb. Her pulse was racing and her breathing was fast, but she was unable to move. She stared up at the night sky wanting to scream, but unable to form the sound. As her vision grew dim, the stalks approached her again. This time they simultaneously slid under her, lifting her slightly, and began to move. Allie was barely able to draw a breath as she noticed the wall of vegetation moving closer. Tunnel vision was setting in. The stalks moved Allie right to the base of the green wall and then straight through it, opening it up just wide enough to allow her form to pass. The digestive juices that the plant has injected into all of Allie's orifices were almost done with their work. She was dissolving and softening throughout her body in preparation for consumption. Fortunately for Allie it was a painless process, and she felt nothing. Unfortunately it was slow, and her mind had just enough oxygen to register intense fear as her head rolled to one side and she saw where she was headed. The last sight Allie had was of a brilliantly flowered clearing, featuring blossoms of every shape and color and size. And in the center of those flowers, at the terminus of the hundreds of stalks, was a Venus Flytrap the size of a Volkswagen. Its maw was open, revealing a pink velvety interior, lined with foot-long spikes. Allies consciousness winked out just as she was being lifted toward the jaws. She never comprehended that this plant, a product of Mother Nature, had grown tired of simply waiting for food to blunder by, and it had decided to do something about that. It had learned to take advantage of a universal human weakness to lure its prey. Miami Picayune, Vol 231, 1st Edition August 28th, 2024 Miami -- Researchers today discovered what is considered the densest and most broadly inhabited floral biosphere known to man. The area, at the edge of the Pontahatchee Swamp, was just outside the city limits and adjacent to a residential area. Among thousands of new species of flowers was a new specimen, an over-sized Venus Flytrap. Scientists were startled by the discovery that the plant contained what appear to be human remains. Preliminary analysis indicated a female human, of Native American decent, was located within the flower. It is suspected that this site was used by a local Seminole Indian tribe as a burial ground, and that the woman's body was placed there after death. It is hoped that by improving the area, the large carnivorous plant could be allowed to spread, for further study... Ned looked down at the letter because it was less terrifying than looking up at the grey barrel of the gun. Presuming the man wanted him to read, he started: _Dear Brian,_ "But my name's not Brian," he said, wincing. "My name's Brian you twit." "Oh, I understand," Ned said continuing: _I am writing to tell you about your wife. You must have figured out that she has been cheating on you, not just with me. After I heard she'd been with 2C I figured since I was in 2D I really didn't have a choice._ At first she'd just come over and give me a blow job while I fingered her pussy, but after a while she let me put it in her as long as I wore a condom. Hey I didn't like the condom but, to be honest, I haven't had much sex in a while so the condom kept me from coming too quickly. Yeah after a while I was even able to hold off long enough for her to come. I remember, it was like the fifth time I fucked her, we must have tried every position there was, at least every one I knew of. First with her on her back, then she turned on her side, after which she got up on top of me facing me, then turning away from me. Of course I think she liked doggy style the best, she really would move, backing onto me, my balls slapping her ass. She even reached up and played with my balls until she came. After a month or so we quit using the condom. The first time we did it without a condom I must have come on the third push, but after that I got myself under control and soon she would come most of the times we did it. Oddly it was some time before she let me go down on her, but damn when I finally did it was ecstatic with her coming maybe three times. She then pulled me on top of her and came a fourth time before I filled her pussy with my cum. Often times, once I came, she would quickly dress and head home saying something about sloppy seconds. Of all the positions we kept coming back to doggy style. I have to admit, while I do like the old fashioned missionary, it was nice to simply grab her hips and shove my cock deep in her pussy. I especially loved how she would reach up between her legs and caress my balls as we fucked. Sometimes I would even reach up, grab her hair and give it to her like I was a stallion and she was a brood mare. She would even whinny as she came. Anyway, I just wanted you to know just how much I enjoyed fucking her for all these months. I wish more husbands in this building were generous like you. I hope you enjoyed fucking your wife's cum filled pussy as much as I enjoyed filling her for you. Sincerely, When he finished reading the letter he looked up. Fortunately the barrel of the gun had dropped a little so he could see the man's... Brian's face. Wincing again he said, "Okay, I read it all what do you want me to do now." "Well, sign if of course." "Sign it?" "Yes, sign it." "But it's not true, and besides I'd never write a letter like that." "Why not?" "Hell, it simply rambles all over the place, I mean there's no connection between the acts, it's just a mishmash of random fucking." "So." "So if I had written the letter it would be considerably more cohesive." "Cohesive, what are you talking about? Just sign it." "Look Brian, I don't know you, I haven't even seen your wife much less done any of the things this letter says I did." "What, my wife not good enough for you?" "Of course she is good enough for me, I just have never met her, never seen her so I obviously have never fucked her." "But you would have if you had met her? Is that what you are saying?" "That's not what I am saying..." "Just sign," Brian said lifting the gun to his head and cocking it. He signed the letter then asked, "What are you going to do now?" Handing him the letter he heard Brian say, "After this I am going to find my wife and..."
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**A Few Good Reasons to Share Sexual Fantasies** Hi! My name is Bianca. I'm sorry to send you this chain letter, but I didn't want what happened to me to happen to you. Three months ago I received this letter for the first time. I thought what you are probably thinking now – it's a hoax. So I ignored it. But I found out the hard way – this is for REAL! Within a month of discarding the letter, I found it harder and harder to achieve an orgasm. I became sexually frustrated. By the second month, I quit having orgasms all together. I was sexually impotent. And after the third month, I was no longer aroused by any means. And believe me, I tried. I was completely frigid! Luckily, someone else had kept the chain alive and eventually the letter made its way back to me. I immediately began forwarding it to everyone I knew. By the end of the day, I had masturbated six times in my cubicle at work. And now I fuck at least twice a day. So please, do what the letter says. You may not be lucky enough to get a second chance. This chain mail has been alive since 1886, when females decided to claim their sexuality for themselves. To keep it going, you must add your sexual fantasy to the tenth spot and delete the first one off the list. Then send it to as many females as you can. Within three weeks, you'll be acting out that fantasy. The more people you send it to, the more fantasies you will experience. Chicks in Chain Mail must survive. Your sexual health depends on it. * * * * * 1) Miranda, 33 Travel Agent I want to go somewhere hot: an island with palm trees and slushy alcoholic beverages. There, I walk away from the crowded resort to a quiet stretch of beach. I feel so daring in my sexy little bikini - I would never dare to wear such a thing back home! I lie down on my towel and feel the hot sun on my skin. Looking around, I make sure I am alone. My heart pounds as I consider the possibility. I could be nude. There is no one for hundreds of yards. My fingers trembling, I pull off my top and skim down my panties. I quickly lie down on my belly, naked. The sun and heat feels wonderful on my skin. I pretend to be nonchalant, but in reality, my body is on fire. And then I hear splashing noises from the calm sea, and I feel a rush in my heart. Someone is coming! Someone will see me naked! I am frozen with terror and excitement. It's too late to cover up. All I can do is hope they will see me and walk quietly by. I sense someone approaching, getting very close, and I crane my head around. He stands above me. "I didn't know this was a nude beach," he says. He is a tall, fit man with a bright smile. "Do you mind if I join you?" I feel trapped, I can't say no. My eyes are riveted on him as he lets his trunks drop to the sand. His penis is big and very, very hard. He lies down next to me, but I can't keep my eyes off his penis. "Do you mind if I touch it?" I ask him. I am soon stroking its length, and he moans. I push him over on his back and climb on top of him. His penis prods between my thighs, and I lower myself down, feeling it fill me. The smell of coconut, sweat, cunt, and sun-baked skin surrounds us. In no time at all I am screaming with an orgasm that wracks my whole body, and I feel the gush of his cum inside me. When we can finally move again, we struggle to our feet and run naked into the ocean and wash up. With the salty water stinging our skin, we return to our private little spot, rub suntan lotion all over each other's nude bodies, and we drift off into a hot, lazy sleep. * * * * * 2) Cassandra, 38 Housewife. From the very first time I saw Steven Spielberg, I've fantasized about having oral sex with him. I imagine myself spread eagle on the bed – my legs as far apart as they will go, my ass resting on a pillow. Steven slowly comes into view. He doesn't say a word – he just dives into my sopping pussy. He rubs his chin up and down my slit, raking his partially gray beard along my tender flesh. I beg him for more, but he takes his time, rubbing slowly, until his beard is completely saturated, and my labia are swollen and burning. Right when I think I can't take it anymore, he wraps his mouth around my clitoris and slurps it between his lips. I grab the back of his head and cram his face between my folds. I feel his nose against my cleft, his hairy chin scraping at my anus and his teeth nibbling everywhere in between. I erupt into orgasm. He lingers there until the last aftershock passes, and then he sits up, his beard glistening with my dew, and lisps, "I've got an idea for a sequel!" * * * * * 3) Helen, 34 Registered Nurse He's an artist. A sketch artist. He's asked me to pose nude for him. I can hardly believe he has asked me. It scares me to think about being exposed for such a long period of time, but I still agree to do it. I want to do it. I enter wearing a robe and nothing else. His easel is placed several feet away from a chair covered in velvet. He directs me to the chair. He slips the robe off my shoulders like a lover. I'm aroused all the more because of his deliberate attempts not to touch my bare skin. He has me sit sideways in the chair – one hand resting on the back of the chair, one leg dangling over the arm of the chair. He tells me to lean back, and my hair falls away from my back. He walks to his easel and stares at me for long minutes before placing his charcoal to paper. He's naked from the waist up. The bunching of muscle in his forearm mesmerizes me as he makes long, flourishing strokes. My nipples harden with excitement. He doesn't seem to notice. He works furiously, eyes focused on me, eyes focused on his canvas. The air begins to sizzle with the sound of charcoal scraping paper. The time passes all too quickly. He comes to me with blackened fingertips and helps me into my robe. There will be another sitting. And another. It isn't until I see the finished product, weeks later, hanging in the gallery that I understand how beautiful he thinks I am, or how beautiful he makes me feel. * * * * * 4) Ursula, 28 Mother My baby is nine months old. I quit nursing two weeks ago, but my milk hasn't completely dried up. My tits are still round and full and sensitive. I've been in the habit of lathering my breasts completely as a hygienic measure, but lately I've been lingering over the act. I'm still amazed at their firmness. When I'm in the shower and my body is heated from the hot water, it's almost as if my breasts swell right before my eyes. Just once I want to step from the shower, the steam swirling around, and have my husband be there to greet me. I want him to kneel in front of me and nuzzle his face in my cleavage. I want him to kiss all around my tit flesh. I want him to open his mouth, clamp down on my nipple, and suck. I want him to suck in a frenzy. I want my nipples to be branded with his teeth marks. I want him to feed on me. I want to be the source of all his nourishment. I want his desire for my tits and my milk to consume him. * * * * * 5) Julia, 20 Student My best friend, Antonio, is gay. I have fantasies about watching Antonio with his male lover, Henry. Antonio has olive skin and a hairless chest. He has very defined muscles and thick fingers. Henry is only slightly smaller and blond. They invite me to dinner. We eat and laugh like always, only when dinner is finished and we are cleaning up the dishes, Henry is bent over the sink, and Antonio sneaks up behind him, pretending to reach for the dishrag. There is a moment of playfulness. Henry wiggles his butt back against Antonio. Antonio looks at me, raising his eyebrows in question. I shrug my shoulders and then nod. Antonio slips his hands into the elastic waistband in the front of Henry's sweatpants. Henry quickly looks at me. I smile and give another encouraging nod, and Henry closes his eyes. Antonio pushes the front of Henry's pants down, and Henry's penis pops out. It is semi-hard. I watch as Antonio grabs onto the shaft of Henry's penis and roughly jerks, in an up-and-down motion. It immediately becomes rock hard between Antonio's thick fingers. Antonio releases Henry's penis, slides Henry's sweatpants down around his knees, and then reaches for the dishrag. Without wringing it dry, Antonio sloshes it against Henry's naked ass, and water sluices down Henry's crack. Henry moans and then slumps forward against the kitchen sink. Antonio unzips his jeans and releases his slender but very long penis. He dips the rag into the dishwater and then bathes his full erection with the saturated rag. Antonio puts his hands on the fleshy part of Henry's ass and then spreads his cheeks apart. I hold my breath in anticipation as Antonio steps closer to Henry. He doesn't use his hands to guide his penis; he just jabs at Henry's opening. Antonio's penis head slips easily through the puckered entrance. Antonio lifts his hands from Henry's ass and reaches around Henry's waist to once again grab hold of Henry's cock. Henry pushes back against Antonio. I watch as Antonio's penis disappears inside of Henry. Antonio begins to hump and rub at the same time. Both men are grunting. Within seconds, Antonio howls and gives one last hard shove. Henry's penis thickens, and then milky strings of semen spurt straight out and hit the sink. I don't watch as Antonio slides out of Henry. I can't watch. I need to find the bathroom and relieve the need that watching them has caused in me. * * * * * 6) Audrey, 29 Bank teller I have a thing for clowns. I'll follow a clown anywhere. When I was seven, Barnum and Bailey came to my hometown in Indiana. I got to sit in the front row. One of the clowns kept coming over to me. He gave me a balloon. He threw a bucket of confetti on me. He let me toot his horn. Midway through the performance, he picked me up and carried me on his shoulders all around the Big Top. I can still remember the feel of gloved hands squeezing my thighs and his wiry, red wig tickling the outside of my panties when my dress hiked up. At the end of the show, he brought me back to my seat and gave me the squirting flower that was on his lapel. I kept it. It's been my favorite masturbation toy all my life. And now, nothing turns me on more than an exaggerated smile, the smell of face paint, or the honk of a good horn. * * * * * 7) Viola, 44 Court Stenographer The elevator creaks. The compartment goes black. We jerk to a stop. There are five of us. Two women. Three men. One woman gasps aloud, "What's happening?" No one responds. The answer is obvious. Immediately the air stagnates. The smell of fear fills my nostrils. My heart pounds. My breath smacks into close walls. I want to scream. A firm hand circles my wrist. I gradually feel calmer. The hand moves up my arm. I let it. A whisper, "I want to fuck you." Hot breath seeps over my skin. I smell mint. I turn to the face and grapple in the dark. We meet lip to lip. A zipper sounds. Hosiery rips. A harrumph from the other woman, "What are you doing over there?" Silence. I wrap a leg around his waist. He's suddenly inside of me. My vagina hugging his shaft. We mate like hungry lovers. Quick. Wet. Hot. The stagnate air turns to musk. And then it's over. A muffled, "Thank you." Our bodies separate. Time elapses. The elevator jerks. The lights flicker. The doors open. Three men. I have no idea which one. I don't care to know. * * * * * 8) Mariana, 42 Executive Secretary I walk into the room. My boss is sitting in his chair. He doesn't expect me. He glances at my full-length raincoat and spiked heels. He starts to speak, but I raise my hand, "No words right now," I tell him. I unloosen the belt on my coat and let it fall open, revealing my black bustier, garters, and hose. The garments fit snugly with my full breasts rising above the silk. He smiles as the coat falls from my shoulders, landing in a puddle at my feet. I grab his tie and slowly, without losing eye contact, loosen it, and then slip it from around his neck. I move to the buttons on his shirt, undoing the first one. I bend, touch his exposed skin, first with my lips, then with my tongue, swirling around. I move to the next button and every button after that, leaving a line of saliva down his chest. When I get to the last button, I slip the shirt off his shoulders. But instead of taking it off, I whip the shirttail around the back of his chair, knotting the hem and securing his arms behind him. I make eye contact before moving to unclasp his leather belt. His eyes widen and sparkle. I allow my hand to rest on his bulge as I unzip his pants. "Ahh, just as I had thought," I say. "Ready and waiting." I briefly cup his arousal before removing the last of his clothing. I step back, eye him hungrily, and then fall to my knees. I wrap my hand around the lengthening shaft. A pearl of precum escapes. Using my finger, I swoop it up, and being assured he's watching me, I slip a semen-dipped finger into my mouth. He growls and I feel empowered. I lean closer to his erection, lightly blow, and watch his cock twitch. I kiss the tip and then tongue the meatus. I open my mouth further and suck in the bulbous head. Sucking and sucking, I inch more and more cock into my mouth. My saliva lubricates his pole. I can feel the cadence of his heartbeat through the thin membrane of skin. He continues to stiffen. I suck in more cock until my mouth meets my hand that encircles his shaft, and then I release him. Only to do it again. And again. His hips rise. His penis swells and teases my throat. I know he's about to explode. I suddenly stop. "Now you can talk. Tell me what you want." His eyes are dark. He shakes his head, gulping for air, and mumbles, "Please." I bend down again, wrapping my mouth around his cock. This time I lunge deeply, taking in his full length. I wait until the head of his cock reaches my throat and then I swallow, forcing him deeper. I swallow again and again, massaging his cock. His penis jerks and expands to its full size. I cup his balls, fondling each one. They tighten seconds before shoving his semen up and out. Spasm after spasm forces warm, thick liquid down my throat. I swallow it all until the last weakened spasm is completed. He continues to fight for air with a heavy rise and fall of his chest. When his breathing returns to normal, I stand, and huskily ask, "Am I needed for anything else, right now?" * * * * * 9) Eleanor, 40 Police Officer My favorite fantasy involves handcuffs, leg shackles, my bulletproof vest, my gun, and one of my collars from the day. Instead of taking him to the precinct and booking him, I take him to a private setting. I make him strip, handcuff him to the bed, and then secure his legs in the shackles. I leave him for several hours. When I finally walk into the room, I'm dressed in my bulletproof vest, three- inch heels and nothing else. I run the barrel of my gun along his naked flesh. He doesn't know it's unloaded, and he pleads with me to stop. "Please, Ma'am, please don't hurt me." "Shut up, thug!" I say as I point my gun at his crotch. He whimpers. I step up onto the mattress and then onto his chest, digging a stiletto into his nipple. He howls in pain, but his prick springs up. I dig my heel a little deeper and open my legs to give him a clear view of my shaved pussy. "Wha-what are you going to do?" he stutters. "I told you to be quiet, thug!" I turn around and squat, straddling his chest. I rub my pussy against his enflamed nipples. Using the barrel of the gun again, I massage his extending cock. "I'm going to put your cock into my cunt, thug. Make sure it's worthy!" "Please, I don't know what you mean." "Figure it out!" Every time I touch his shaft with the gun, his cock lurches. I get tired of waiting. I move down over his crotch and shove the tip of my gun into his testicles. His cock juts straight up. I lower my pussy onto his rigid shaft. He fills me adequately, and I ride him hard. I press the gun even harder into his balls. "Ohh, god!" His hands rattle the handcuffs, trying to free himself. The leg shackles hold him in place. I slide the gun from his testicles up to my clitoris. The tip is steely hard, but warm. The thug thrusts his hips up, getting into a rhythm. He explodes inside of me and his thick, white come seeps out. I swirl the tip of the gun in his gooey come and slide it over my clit. I tense in a thunderous climax. I may just keep this thug a little longer than the others. * * * * * 10) YOUR FANTASY GOES HERE
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_This is a NSFW story. Two women learning to love each other. The first story of Dale and Judy is titled, 'Do you want that?' it isn't necessary to read that first, however, it might make sense in some places to know what had gone on before this story._ ***** After telling our husbands to fuck off and die, we got in the car and just leaned back and howled with uncontrolled, nervous, relief and laughter. We had done it. We had come 'out' to both of our husbands at the dining table in their favorite golf and country club dining room on a Saturday night that was a celebration of some sort. There was a large crowd to observe the 'outing' and to embarrass them if they were to have created a scene. We were sure that with our total slutty appearance and all of those potential witnesses they had no choices except to cooperate. If they pushed back on any of the terms we gave them they would eventually both put themselves in prison. Her husband would go to prison for felony sex crimes, and mine to prison for embezzlement and tax fraud. My husband would also face jail time for possession of child pornography since I had uncovered his penchant to watch kids. Yuk! I cannot even write about that for this story. You will have to imagine that for yourself. Judy was the first to remark while we were sitting in the car having just declared ourselves a couple, that she was really settled and certain of this move. She wanted to take me to a cocktail lounge-restaurant across Phoenix that neither of us had ever tried. I was driving, so she told me how to get there. When we pulled up to the 'Fluff My Flower' I was very confused because it was decorated on the outside to look like a flower shop. But when I noticed the windows facing the street, they were blacked out. I parked in a parking place directly in front of the area to drop off or pick up a car for the valet. I checked with the valet stand and was told it was fine to park there. We were literally parked right in front of the Fluff My Flower. We took a minute to snuggle and hug, then we entered the restaurant as two buxom women who were really about 25 but looked like 14 opened the doors for us with a greeting obviously rehearsed, "Welcome to a flower shop for your flower." They both had on shortly cropped blouses that had a design that was obviously a vagina and clear plastic thongs showing that one had a landing strip and the other a heart-shaped pubic hair patch. They had whiteish clear mid-thigh-high buccaneer boots with three-inch heels. Sexy is the one-word description of these two women who seemed to enjoy their job. One of them said quietly to Judy, "If you need a dance partner, I will waltz you around the world." She was smiling and had an extremely wanton stance she braced to both of us. She also had a tattoo that ran vertically 8 or 9 inches up her abs and stomach centered so that it looked like a herringbone line drawing. That tattoo was adorned with piercings at the ends of the lines and at the intersections of the lines up and down that must have been 50 small sparkling diamond looking stones were sewn into small holes permanently pierced up her front. It actually seemed to increase the visibility of the tattoo as a three- dimensional tat. I looked at Judy quizzically and wondered what that bracing display was about as I followed through the doorway and nearly collapsed with surprise at the room we had entered. The room was principally pink. There were beautiful full-color photographs on two walls as though the Hollywood set had been through here and hung and autographed a large number of 14 inches by 21 inches photographs. The decor was very subdued, with conservative pink upholstered banquettes and pale pink linen, pink lighting and whispy net curtains in rainbows of tie-dyed blended pink stains scattered throughout the large dance and dining area. The bar was more subdued with darker shades of pink paint and pink toned lighting. The bar stools were replicas of men's legs. They were all painted differently to look like seamed stockings with lace tops and garters disappearing under the seat. made of pink like I had never seen. The seats had a 12-inch flexible metal armored cable that was about 3 inches in diameter, shiny pink chrome mounted just under the butt-shaped seats that a person seated could raise between their legs. I could see that affixed to the end of the armored cable was a very realistic ceramic penis head. Those stools were obscene was my first thought. Secondly, I realized the cable was a long vibrator, complete with the remote control mounted in the bar in front of the seat. The legs of the seats were hilarious with the various sized women's asses I could see sitting at the bar. The men's legs, women's asses, hmmm. I wondered who thought of that for bar stools. As if that wasn't enough, the feet of all of the stools were painted as stilettoes in various styles all shades of pink. The photos had no faces, just a close-up image of a vagina, highlighted with an autograph. I stopped to look at the autograph on the closest one that was a photograph of a hairless very puffy vagina. I got close enough to read the autograph, and jerked backward when I realized that the name was my favorite yoga coach. I showed Judy the autograph as we both drooled at the picture. Judy said, "She was the first person to tell me about this place. She had offered to meet me and buy me a drink after class one day. I had plans that day, so I had taken a raincheck. I wondered if Judy would meet her there now that we were not hiding lesbians? As we had entered the main room, I noticed that there were no men. The orchestra playing softly in the room was all female, wearing pink tux collars, pink bow ties, pink cummerbunds, high heels in a matching shade of pink, and nothing else. We were shown to a table set for four in the corner near the kitchen, and at first, I was disappointed, and then realized that I could see the entire room and that by being in the corner, no one could see anything of us except above the table top. Additionally, we were seated side-by-side facing the walkway that the waitstaff used to enter the kitchen, the exit being about 10 feet away. After we were seated, the staff removed the two extra settings and the two extra chairs, which I thought was a classy move. We could observe all of the scantily clad and some topless staff up close. It was distracting but interesting and delightfully sexual. Judy then told me to look closely at the drinkers at the bar and asked me, "Notice anything unusual?" I replied, "Yes, the drinkers are all women." Judy had knowingly had me drive us to a bar that catered to lesbian and bisexual women. She was intending for us to eat dinner, dance, and enjoy our first couples night-time outing in a safe way. We were surrounded by a room full of lesbian and bisexual women that we didn't know at all. We were pretty sure we were safe enough to let our hair down and become the 'out' lesbians we really were. I asked her to dance, we seemed to fit together perfectly. Our closeness was so sexual, that I was soaked when we sat down at the table a few songs later. I jokingly said to Judy, "I am soaked and horny. I need to come. Would you eat me now so I can come?" Judy smiled and said, "There are couches in the ladies room. Shall we go there?" I laughed and said, "No, I meant for you to get under the table and eat me right here," and laughed. Judy had a mischievous grin on her face as she stepped into the walkway to the kitchen. She bent down and disappeared from my view. Two of the staff stopped and watched Judy disappear into the darkness under our table. I immediately felt her hand moving the tablecloth and my dress aside and back up over my hips. She then asked me for a napkin, which came right back up with a very wet spot in the center where she had wiped my vagina. She quickly had me soaked again, as she kept lapping at my pussy, she made me come too many times to count. I spoke softly repeatedly for her to return to the table top with me. I couldn't get her to stop sucking my labia, so I finally said loud enough to be heard by more people than her, "Judy, Get back up here." I reached under the table and grasped one of her breasts. I wondered how I had a found a breast that felt naked? I applied a pulling pressure to try to move her. I managed to get her to sit by me again, only she didn't have her top any longer. She had removed it while eating me and hadn't bothered to put it back on. I reached down, retrieved the blouse and she slowly, ever so slowly it seemed, put it on and buttoned it up. By then she had a room full of leering lesbians trying to get a peek at the lady in the corner. The house manager came over to see if Judy was a candidate for an '86' and decided she instead was the recipient of a bottle of wine for the show she performed while putting her blouse back on. The manager invited us to a BBQ in the middle of the week mid-day at the Flower, and we gave her a very firm yes, that we would be happy to attend. After the Champagne was open and we had all three toasted to our 'outness' she left us and we proceeded to drink the champagne with our dinner. A wonderful, cheerful meal was presented in classic fashion. We both were minding our etiquette rules and visiting casually when it dawned on me that we had a lot of work ahead of us to complete the divorces and sell houses and businesses. Neither one of us wanted to move from our homes. I had finally figured out for myself that I wanted something different from my large palatial house. I snapped out of it, but not until after Judy saw that I was spaced out. Judy said, "It looks like you are you ready to take me home and fuck me, please?" I said, "Fucking A. I am one ready and randy broad. Just try to stop me. I do suggest however that we wait until we are home." Judy said, "I remind you there are couches in the ladies room, which has eight stalls, not like most bars where there are one, two and seldom three stalls, this one has seven toilet stalls, and a urinal at the far end. Please, Dale, I am really hot and so enjoyed sitting here topless, I have never done anything at all close to exposing myself." " Let's go check on the ladies room on the way out. Dale, I was getting so turned on that I was really fingering myself and if you hadn't pulled me away, I would have had a screaming orgasm. I almost feel cheated." I said, "Well Judy, we cannot have you edging all the way home. What would the LYFT driver think? I had realized I was too drunk to drive." We caught the staff server, paid the bill, and entered the toilets. Judy had correct information, only she didn't tell me, she later said she did not know that the couches were placed in the toilets so women could lounge around naked, trolling for a quick hook-up. When we went in, the four triple sized couches were all occupied. Completely occupied I might add. There were three women sitting on each couch facing the room. The couches were all lined up end to end along one wall. It was like a color show. There was a very black woman, slight of frame and thin muscular legs, with her white silk skirt rolled up to her waist, and a large greasy black strap-on cock protruding above her vagina. She was fondling her breasts through the silk top and seemed transported in her orgasm while we were looking at her. Sharing that couch with her in the middle was a very old, slight, boney thin, wrinkled, disheveled woman, whose hair was a fright. She had on stylishly filthy, pressed and starched with sharp creases Levi's and a stiffly starched folded and pressed creases, marine folded shirt t. The shirt was open in the front. It looked like a US Marine folding and creasing and struck me as quite an unusual shirt. It really was a cowboy shirt hanging on her boney shoulders. The cowboy shirt was wide open, and her scars and folds of skin where her breasts had once been were exposed and just 'there' which of course caused both Judy and I to be caught staring. She smiled and asked us very softly and politely, "Will you do a tit flop for an old lady, please? I have about a week to live and I need to see some healthy breasts so I can attempt to remember how it felt and what it was like to have my 38-C girls in front of me again. I really miss them." We were buzzed but remained polite and both unbuttoned our tops and brassieres then offered our breasts for her to see. I was dumb-struck and could not talk I was so emotionally moved. The lady thanked us and then asked permission to heft our tits so she could compare how tits feel to how she remembers her 38C's felt. Judy stepped right up, and the woman held both breasts and smoothly, while looking Judy in the eye, bent over and suckled the right one. I heard Judy's breath being sucked in, followed by a soft moan from the old woman. I was a tad jealous until the woman reached up for my breasts. It was as though I was in a trance as I just leaned down for her to suck on my nipples. The door crashed open and Judy and I both reacted as though we had been caught doing something bad. We stood up and started to cover ourselves when the intruder said, "Well, fuck me if you dare. The two newbies are starting off in the fast lane." She continued, "The fun we have here at the Flower is often wilder than a sailor's imagination could conjure, but god damn it is always fun. Marie, who are the two broads you managed to have nursing you? Did you use your 'I have maybe a week to live' line? Or the 'failing vision' line? Then addressing Judy and I she continued, "Marie here has been coming to the Flower for almost 35 years. She first started here as a stage act that followed the star performer each night. She learned how to strip tease and eventually became a headliner for almost 25 of those years. When she was diagnosed, we all chipped in for the surgery to save her life, and enough to rebuild her breasts." "However, she took the money that we collected for the reconstruction surgery to create a foundation to help pay for young girls and women who have visible needs for plastic surgery to remove birth marks and other beauty altering skin defects. She calls the foundation, 'Ego Rebuilt.' She has raised approximately a million dollars over the 15 years since we started the fund. Every month, the Flower owners donate one percent of their months net profit to the foundation to help keep it funded." Judy asked, "Does that mean you are not going to die in a week?" Marie replied, "No. But it does mean that I stretched the truth since I have been told I should be dead for years now and, I could die any minute. Right?" She smiled so sincerely, that with her bare chest and scars she could have gotten away with nearly anything. The lady who barged in said, "Marie is retired, US Marine Corp. She did 33 years active duty. She was at one time the woman with the most meritorious and heroic medals awarded to one woman in US History. She had collected four purple hearts, two distinguished flying crosses and a silver star for combat excellence. 'Marie' is our Flower-slang for Marine, and to call her anything else inside the Flower could get you hurt. She is the boss slut, lesbian, bisexual, grunt. Next to Marie was a white woman in her early twenties holding a double-ended quite flexible dildo made of clear purple plastic about 18-inches long. It had the molded shape on each end of the head of a penis. She was holding one end against her silky, grey lace panty crotch squeezed between her legs so that it stood nearly straight up and waved around in an exaggerated circular pattern as she talked. On the next couch were three women who seemed to be together. They were laughing and talking when we entered, and then we saw that they were all masturbating with their fingers. What was interesting, was that the woman in the center had both hands in the vaginas of the other two, and the women on the ends, had their hands on a breast and in the crotch of the middle woman. We were amazed that this could be allowed, it all seemed so nasty that it should have been illegal according to my conservative brain. My liberal brain was screaming to join all or each of these women on the couches and play with each of them. They were all aware of us there, they just didn't need us for their particular pleasure right then, and we were not there to join them, this time. Sitting on the third couch was a very obese blond about 25 to 30 years old, she was wearing a dark red skirt and a white blouse. This huge woman was trolling to eat pussy, and even had a cute little business card to share. The card had printing on both sides that was overlaid on a full-color image. The image on one side was a picture of her mouth with bright red lipstick applied perfectly. On the back of the card was the same mouth with the makeup all smeared and obviously very wet with her smiling a very pleased smile. The print on the front said, "Ready, willing and able," with a telephone number. On the back was printed, "Satisfied, happy and relaxed," with another telephone number. The message was very clear. Interestingly enough, she immediately seemed at least 100% more desirable after I read and looked at her cards. She gave a card to each of us, and they had completely differing telephone numbers to contact her. Sitting in the middle of the couch was a spectacularly gorgeous Hispanic woman. She was voluptuous, with absolutely precise makeup in place, wearing a very tight skirt of faux leather. She had 3 inch CFM heels in faux leather to match the skirt and all in all she was as pretty as a movie star. She was wearing a transparent red filmy but not shiny blouse with no sleeves which allowed her to flash the tattoos hiding under the blouse. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples were like bullets pointing straight forward. Against the fabric, it seemed like they were still growing against the silky material. She asked me if I wanted her to rim my ass. I declined, making note of her for later if Judy and I weren't connected in the future. Just in the few times Judy and I had sex, I had learned that I love having my butt rimmed and kissed and massaged and penetrated. Here was a woman holding herself up as though she was expert at rimming. It would be worthwhile remembering her for sure, for sure. On the end of the couch was a red head with a red tipped cane folded up into her handbag. She was sort of plain Jane looking, and was quietly listening to us all chattering away when she asked, "Would any of you here like to shave my pussy? I am wanting to be bare around my vagina and ass and do not know how to do it. It seems that being able to see is necessary to get all of the little hairs around and almost inside my labia. Will anyone, someone, agree to shave me in exchange for my providing you with some sexual pleasure? I am a professional masseuse and would provide massage with specific appointments, as I do not like spur of the moment, and yes I do erotic couples massage. However, I am looking for someone to shave me tonight." The fourth couch was a kingsized hide-a-bed that had been folded out and two or three layers of sheets and blankets spread over the mattress. The three ladies on the bed turned out to be four ladies. They were having a cunnilingus daisy chain around the bed and were seemingly so occupied they didn't seem to care about us at all. I so would have liked to be in that line of fun, and wondered if Judy was interested. By now a half hour had passed since we headed home. The result of our toilet tour was that it elevated both of our senses and levels of arousal and our need for each other. I was tempted to step into one of the booths and Jill-off, but Judy was too clingy for me to be able to slip away. She did suggest we try to get the telephone number for the three women that were fingering each other. Judy said that looked very erotic to her, and the whole time we were looking at the couches, she had been slyly watching them all three stroke each other until it looked like they had come. They all got up from the couch, placed a leg on the sink counter and splashed water on their crotches, dried off, hugged each other and returned to the main room in the club. We had the valet call a car for us. As we waited, we were fooling around hugging and kissing when I felt a hand slide down the outside of my leg to the hem of my dress then back up my leg and around my leg to insert itself in my vagina. I presumed it was Judy getting really heated up and was surprised when she moved both hands to my ass cheeks and the fingers continued to play with me. I was so drunk I just decided to enjoy the three hands, when a fourth hand pulled the other side of my dress up and attempted to wriggle up my ass hole. That was too much, and I stopped both Judy and as it turned out it was Marla, the favorite Yoga coach fondling me, who I had also interrupted from fingering me. I quickly invited her to come with us and immediately regretted it, because I didn't want to share Judy, but that was implied in the invitation. She declined saying she had a date but for sure another time. Judy spoke up and said, "There's enough for four, Marla. Bring her along." Marla smiled, and said, "I am her sub so it will be up to her. I will let her know we are invited. I will be right back." Off Marla went. We looked at each other and coughed and laughed about how we were getting in our own way just delaying our fucking each other. In less than a minute Marla and Gerri were back and agreed to share the LYFT to the house. These two women were the age of our daughters. These two young women were what would be not 'hot' but, 'HOT!' For sure girl friend, for sure these were two hot hotties. We all climbed into an Austin Mini and were all touching legs, arms, shoulders, sides of boobs and hands, god do not forget the hands. Those two young women had both of us fingered, climaxed, and relaxed again in about three minutes. Judy and I had edged ourselves so much that evening that when Gerri took charge of all of us, we tipped over and had wiggly, squirmy, ticklish and fun orgasms. Gerri didn't let up. When the LYFT arrived at the Tower where Judy and I had leased a penthouse. The valet and door attendant both came to the car to assist us. One of them was a very ominous appearing huge, very black, black man. The other, the valet, was a tiny white blond woman. They both were helpful, and the blond was very hands on I realized as she helped me exit the back seat. The valet had reached past the front of me and was holding the far side of my blouse firmly grasping my breast as she was applying pressure for me to lean outward. I, at first, thought she had misjudged and had accidentally stroked my breast. But then, she continued her stroking as we were arranging all of us outside the car. She slipped her hand in the front of my bodice and firmly pinched my nipple and then she was gone. She had opened the doors and was closing up the car with the young woman driver. As we went through the doorway, I looked back and the valet had her hand pressing against the crotch of the LYFT driver while they were kissing. We all four caught the elevator and Judy inserted her concierge key to access the penthouse floor and up we went. We had an apartment on the top floor of the building. The floor was the 36th or 26th floor, I just do not recall for sure. Anyway, we lived on the highest residential floor in Phoenix at the time. I rang for the maid, Alice, who came directly and I asked her to pour more champagne. Since it was so late, around 3:30 AM, I asked Alice to go remove her uniform then come back and visit. I was thinking that this would be a social visit and didn't consider how lusty, horny and drunk the four of us were. I also did not even consider that Judy and I had both wanted to see Alice naked. She had applied for the job about a week after we started looking for a live-in maid. We had two or three great applicants and were about to choose a Chinese girl when we interviewed Alice. Alice blew the doors off in the interview. At the end of the interview, as we were about to close the interview, Alice had asked if she could ask a few questions about working for us. The questions were all kind of things, mostly softball types of things. Then she slipped a question in at the perfect point of her questioning, and we both answered almost in one voice. Alice simply asked, "Can I work nude?" The combined answer was, "Yes." Her next question, "Do you share?" We had already outed ourselves and she had outed herself at the same time which of course we all laughed about. Judy and I exchanged quizzical glances and said two differing things. Judy said, "Share what?" I said, "Do you want to?" Alice answered, "In answer to Judy's question, the answer is Sex. In answer to Dale's question, the answer is "In a heart beat. You two are so complete and together that I want to be a part of you. It feels like being with you without limits would be the top item on a bucket list, or even in my heart. I hope the answer is 'yes' because if the answer is no, I do not think this would work because I will be dripping all over the house with no way to release all that pressure. I am 23 years old, and this is the first time I have ever felt this way. Please do not say, 'no' too quickly. If you need to talk about it, please delay in answering until you can be sure. I do want to serve you both. Please hire me, none of us will regret it if you do." At that point, we closed the interview and Alice left. Interestingly, I felt a vacuum in the house when she left. It felt like something was missing. I was uncomfortable for at least an hour before I brought up the subject of hiring a maid. Judy wanted to question and discuss hiring a third sexual partner, and I wanted to talk about our dedication, investment in the relationship, and limits of loving someone. We agreed it was probably going to be along discussion so we adjourned to the hot tub on the balcony. You need to understand that a balcony in Phoenix is glassed in unlike a porch in most places. The balcony was air conditioned and is basically another room to the penthouse. We had taken a bottle of wine, a pencil and a pad, and the 3 or 4 final applicants paperwork. We were preparing to chew them up and spit out a new full time maid that would live in the apartment with us every day. We were pouring the wine, and getting settled in the tub when I said, "Do you want to hire any one in particular before we review them all?" Judy said, "Alice. I want Alice. How about you Dale?" I realized that I agreed, but Alice wanted to be a sexual part of our lives. That would be or actually was a huge step that we had flirted with a lot since coming out. It seemed that many more propositions and sexual conversations had taken place since we had been out in public as a couple. We were both aware that being promiscuous seemed so much more open and acceptable among the people and public that we now found ourselves gravitating into. The realm or world of lesbians was very noticeably different than where either of us had lived our lives. Interestingly it had seemed different to both of us before we joined them. It had seemed almost not understandable and the difference was definitely not something either of us was prepared to feel and experience. Neither of us had expected or considered how life would sort of rotate and morph into a world of women openly and agreeably lusting and groping, propositioning and flirting, and to add into the picture seeing the bisexual women who could hang with the straights and/or the lesbians with such ease and invisibility. Bisexual women became almost invisible to me after a few weeks of starting to live with Judy. I can recall seeing them behind almost every lamp post sort of, and as soon as I didn't have to wonder about having sex with a woman, the bisexual ideas seemed silly. I do not need cock to be me. Yes, it is silly. Why would a woman choose to be straight at all when pussy is so fucking great? A female who makes the declaration of being bisexual seems to have it easier, and it seems to be much less significant than what that decision is for a man. I think the external sex organs of the male make it seem like a big deal to be bisexual and male. With the sex organs buried in their bodies, it is just easier to think of sex with a woman. Isn't it that way for you, too? The discussion about which woman to select as the maid was complicated by the different skill sets the applicants offered through their resumés but Alice truly was the best qualified, and she was attractive, she was healthy, she was divorced and a lesbian. She was a recognized celebrity among food people, and the food industry in Phoenix loved her. She had stepped back from all cooking except for special offers she would select. She preferred to prepare for 200 people or more and had loved a position as head chef for Carnival Cruises where her principal task was to create a variety of menus to serve and then share with the passengers. She had been fired as a result of a large scandal that went all the way to the top of Carnival Industries, the parent company of the Cruise Line. ***** _This story ends here, with the next Chapter/Sequel, Alice will be identified as the catalyst for more new experiences with and for Dale and Judy._
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Professor Blair, I suspect your curious as to why I turned this letter in with my last assignment, why when everyone else just put the test into your in box I lingered. As I write this I can only imagine giving it to you in your office. I know that I'll stay back, because you're there, sitting behind your desk, where I always seem to find you. You've always asked me why a straight-A student would come to more of your office hours than anyone else, only to ask questions that he knows the answers to. Well, I'm finally going to tell you. I can imagine, or at least hope, that you have that mischievous smile on your face, the one you had when you told me about what you did that weekend you went to New York right after your divorce. I know, I know, you didn't want me to mention that, that it was a mistake for you to tell me at all. That It was inappropriate to share with a student but you had to tell someone... Well, it's my turn to tell you something. Something secret, something no one but me knows but I'm sure you suspect: I want you. I know you've seen me in class, my eyes never leaving you but to write down your every word. I know you've caught me staring at your ass while you write on the board; I know you've seen me stare at your breasts through your button down shirt. I've seen you blush as you noticed my cock growing hard in my pants. So now I'm going to tell you exactly what I want to do to you. What I think about in class everyday as I watch you, hanging on every word of your lecture, my cock stiffening as you drop the eraser and bend over to get it. I imagine that you ask me to stay back when everyone's leaving. You say you need help with something, that it will only take a minute. I'm glad to comply. You ask me how my other classes are going, pretending to ignore the clearly erect shaft you can see through my jeans. We get to your office and you close the door. "I need help getting some things down from the top shelves," You say, "I've got a step ladder but I still can't reach." "Of course I'll help," I say with a smile, "I'd do anything for you." You grin nervously and show me what I need to get down. Standing next to me, still pretending not to notice the bulge straining against my pants as I hand the boxes down to you. As I get the last box and go back down the ladder your hand brushes against me, it seems to linger, but is gone before I'm sure. "Well," you say, "I guess this is it. You graduate next week and move on to bigger and better things." "Hopefully," I laugh and you laugh too. As I start towards the door I see your arms extended. "Can a teacher hug a student?" I ask. "I think I can make an exception this once," you say. As I walk towards you I see the smile. The smile you wore when you told me about New York, about how you wore a little black dress I'd never see in class, how you walked into a hotel bar and felt every eye on you, how you left with one very lucky man. Your arms wrap around me and pull me close, grinding my cock into your pussy, less than an inch of fabric separating them. I groan, but you pretend not to notice and gyrate your hips, causing me to groan so loudly you can't even pretend to ignore it. "Is something wrong?" You ask, that taunting smile still on your mouth, "Does something hurt?" "No," I say, and you let go of me, that smile leaving your face. The smile I see when I masturbate, thinking of you and me. At this point, I forget that you're my professor; that I'm 21 and your 43; that never in a million years could this happen and I kiss your neck softly. I wait a moment to see what you'll do before I trail my mouth to your ear, my warm breath making you tingle as I softly nibble and kiss feeling your breathing deepen as my lips return to caress your neck. I move from your neck to your mouth kissing you, softly at first, teasing you until you pull me into you, your tongue entwined with mine as our bodies come into contact and you feel my already hard cock pressing against your dampening pussy through our clothes. As we explore each other's mouths I reach around you and lift, your legs wrapping around me involuntarily, causing you to cling to me and kiss even harder, only releasing the kiss to draw breath. I put you down on your desk, your legs still wrapped around me. As I take your shirt off, my mouth returns to your neck and slowly trails downward, kissing your neck as I remove your bra and then take your left nipple in my mouth sucking and licking before I softly bite down and hear a moan. I make my way back to your mouth; kissing every inch of your soft skin I can reach on the way before allowing your waiting mouth to engulf mine in a ferocious kiss. I begin to unbutton you pants, slowly trailing my mouth to you right breast as I go, feeling your nipple stiffen in my mouth as I begin unzip your fly. My mouth kissing its way down your stomach as I slide your pants and panties down your legs. As I pull them off your feet, taking your shoes with them my mouth finally reaches your pussy. I gently lick along the length of your lips, where they meet a taste sweeter than I could have ever imagined. I lift my head and gaze into your eyes as I slide my fingers along the lips of your pussy, lubricating them for what's to come. I slowly slide one finger in and as I watch your eyes close with pleasure I lower my mouth to your clit and just as I begin to lick and suck I slide a second finger in and feel you press yourself against me tasting your freely flowing juices. I feel your legs on my shoulders, softly squeezing my neck as my tongue enters your cunt. I caress your ass with both hands, lifting you in the air and pressing you harder into my mouth, feeling you writhe as I bring you closer, my tongue darting in and out of you. I hear you try to stifle a moan as you cum into my mouth, your juices dripping down my chin as I suck hard on your clit; strengthening your orgasm and making you writhe in my arms. When your breathing slows I lower your body to the desk, and kiss you as softly and sweetly as you've ever been kissed before. As I lift my head, still tasting your juices I see the smile back on your face. "You got an A" you say to me, as your hand grabs my cock and rubs it against your soaking wet pussy, "but I think you can get an A+" I put your legs back on my shoulders and slowly slide into you, your tight cunt enveloping every inch of my rock hard cock, your smile leaving, replaced by moans that grow louder as the final inches of my shaft slide into you. I feel your legs tighten around my neck as I begin to methodically pump in and out of you, before shrugging your legs off my shoulders and thrusting my full length into you, cutting off your lustful gasp by kissing you, feeling each thrust make you moan into my mouth, feeding the frenzy within. I thrust hard into you grabbing your ass to hold you there, I stand, feeling you bob slightly on my cock before slamming you into the office door, each thrust penetrating farther than before. I kiss your neck as I piston into you again and again causing the door to shake on its hinges. I thrust harder and faster as I feel you tighten around me, your ass making slapping sounds as the force behind each thrust increases until I can't take it anymore. I thrust into you and as I pull halfway out I turn back to your desk, my rock hard cock impaling you as I plunge back into you as hard as I can, causing the desk to shudder as I shoot my cum into you, as your second orgasm makes you tremble, as your cunt milks my cock for every drop. How do you feel professor? Flushed? Horny? Wet? How do you feel knowing that every lecture you gave, every lab you oversaw that scene was playing in my head? Are you imagining it too? I hope so. I hope it turns you on as much as me. I hope that I see you at graduation... Yours always, College_boy87 A few years ago I had a memorable experience. I saw a guy online who had a very simple request...he wanted his cock sucked to completion. I liked his stats, he was 24, 6', 160, large cock, so I messaged him, saying that I really wasn't into young guys but I did enjoy sucking a big dick. I got an immediate reply with a phone number, so I gave him a call. He had a really unusual voice with an accent that I couldn't place and he told me that he really needed to have his cock sucked, he preferred someone who swallowed, that he was straight so he didn't reciprocate and that he had a really big dick, over 8 inches long. The whole set up sounded perfect so I got his address and hopped in the car. When he opened the door, I already felt I had hit the jackpot. He was extremely handsome, dark hair and light beard, broad shoulders, hairy muscular chest. He was only wearing a towel around his waist and there was a sizable lump tenting out the front. He again emphasized that he was straight and lived with a girl friend who was at work. He said he just occasionally liked to have his cock sucked by another guy, especially an older guy, because they gave the best head. I noticed that he was using a cane and he told me that he'd been in a motorcycle accident and was still recovering and showed me the long scars that ran down both legs. I replied that as long as his cock still worked and he was ready to feed it to me, we'd do fine, so he said we needed to go upstairs to the bedroom where he could spread out. We started up the steps, him leading the way, and I was already getting hard from the view. With every step he took, his short towel would ride up and expose the bottom of his more than outstanding ass. He had a smooth, firm melon shaped butt and even though I hadn't glimpsed his cock yet, I was impressed by the big sack of balls that I could see from behind swinging between his legs We finally got to the bedroom and he climbed onto the bed, leant against the headboard and pulled away the towel. I was even more impressed with the full package. His cock was long enough that in its soft state, it hung down from his crotch over his balls and a couple of inches rested on the bed between his legs. Even though his chest, stomach and legs were so hairy, his balls sac and what I could see of his ass crack were smooth and hairless. "That's a big dick," I said and he laughed and picked it up and flopped it around a few times, then said, "I told you it was large. It gets bigger." I couldn't wait to find out. I stripped out of my clothes and crawled up between his legs. I started to suck on his soft cock and noticed blue markings on one side. "Is that from the accident?" I asked. "No, it's your name." I looked at him and he grasped his cock and turned it sideways. Badly tattooed in blue ink were the words "your name" running up the shaft. "I use it for bets. Say I go into a bar, I tell somebody 'I bet I've got your name tattooed on my dick'. They always take me up on it and I bet several guys for drinks. When I get enough guys betting, I pull it out and show them 'your name' and drink for free." I wondered why I never got to go to that kind of bar! I licked the tattoo, then sank the length of his cock into my mouth and started sucking it while he laid back and watched. It slowly lengthened and thickened until it was a fat 9 inches long, thicker at the base. The head was perfectly shaped and smooth and there were thick veins running down each side of his hard shaft. I grasped the base of it and flicked my tongue back and forth over his piss slit to taste his pre-cum and watched him squirm. "Suck my balls." he said, and I ran my tongue over them, licking them and ran my tongue up under the sack where they met his body, licking that especially sensitive spot. I sucked one big ball into my mouth, then the other, then both of them at once. I pulled his ball sac out from his body and let each ball pop slowly between my lips and watched his body jerk with pleasure. "Fuck, that felt good," he said. "Make my dick feel like that." His cock was rock hard and I went to work. I bobbed my mouth up and down on it, using my tongue on the up stroke to add sensation and massaging his clenched ass hole. I went into that special cocksucker zone of consciousness where the only thing you're aware of is the big dick you're sucking on. He'd grab my head and press down to bury full length in my throat or he'd hold my head up so that he could fuck a few inches at a time into my mouth and I must have worked on his cock for a good 20 minutes before he said, "I can't cum. It must be all the meds I'm taking. I keep getting close but I can't shoot." I pulled his dick out of my mouth and asked, "Is there another way you like?" "Let me fuck your mouth. I get off better fucking," he said. He turned me around so that my head was toward his feet, then stuffed several pillows under my shoulders so that my head was flung back. He got on his knees over me and fed his cock into my open mouth, then leaned forward over me and started to fuck my throat. I managed to open my throat and take his full length and was rewarded with the dual pleasure of his big ball sac banging against my face and the sight of his tight puckered ass hole inches above my eyes. He plowed his dick down my throat for a good five minutes, till tears were running out of my eyes, before he sat back on his haunches with a loud "FUCK!" "I still can't cum," he said. "I keep getting so close." "Let me eat out your asshole," I said. "That usually works." He got a really funny, apprehensive look on his face and said, "No one's ever eaten my ass out before." "Then I guarantee it will work." I moved the pile of pillows up under my head, then directed him to squat over my face. His virgin ass was perfectly smooth and as I licked the sides of his crack I could feel his whole body tremble. I moved my tongue down to the beginning of his crack and slowly licked my way upward till I reached his tight hole, then ran my tongue over it with light licks. He actually gasped, then slowly lowered his weight onto my face. I licked his hole and when I slid my tongue between his ass lips, he rocked back on my face and bounced up and down. I reached up and felt his cock which was standing straight up and gave it a few strokes while tongue fucking his asshole. He pressed his ass down harder on my face and pushed my hand out of the way and started jerking his dick himself. I reached up and pulled his ass cheeks further apart so I could fuck my tongue deeper into his ass while he beat off. After only a minute or two, he started groaning and I heard him say, "I'm going to cum!" He raised his ass off of my face and rammed his cock into my mouth just as the juice started squirting out of his piss hole. I sucked his cock in deep and swallowed at the same time and made sure that every delicious drop went down my throat. After his cock slowly went soft in my mouth I said, "Do me a favor. Sit on my face again." He seemed a little uncomfortable with the idea, but he complied. I lodged my tongue back up his juicy hole and started beating my own dick. It dawned on him what I was up to and he started saying things like, "Eat my asshole, fucker. Get your tongue deep in my ass. Did you like the taste of my cum? Do you like the taste of my ass?"...all of which was enough to make me shoot my load all over my stomach. He slid off of my face and scooped my cum up off of my belly and fed it to me with his fingers.
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"Gloria, what am I going to do with you?" "What do you mean Mom?" "Another new dress, you just bought one last month." "Mom, it's 1925, it's modern times, I'm 18, working and making a good salary." "I know honey, I just don't want to see you spend all your money, and before you get started I know you kick money into the family fund." "So do you like the dress Mom?" I said as I spun around. "You know you look lovely," she said with a smile. "Thanks Mom, got to scoot, I don't want to be late for work." I dashed out of the house saying goodbye to my sister who was just coming downstairs, she told me to stop by her shop on my way home. I walked to the corner and only waited a minute or two before the trolley arrived to take me uptown. I work as a typewriter for a large law office, a job I got after I finished school a month ago. I hope to advance into more clerical responsibilities. My Dad has a responsible position with a bank and he arranged for the interview with the firm that hired me. I think he was surprised that I got the position, not because I wasn't smart enough, which basically I'm over qualified for, but the fact that I'm a modern girl, a flapper as we're called by the older generation. Dad still cringes when he sees me and my sister go out of the house with a dress or skirt with our legs showing. My sister Kay, short for Katherine, is one year and a day older than me, she was the one that had to fight the fight with Dad to let us dress and wear our hair like most of the girls our age. Mom, though she never said as much, liked the fact that we were gaining independence. My sister works as a salesgirl in a clothing store. I also have another older sister who is married with two children, an older brother who is also married with a family, he works for the railroad. There is also a younger sister and younger brother who are still in school. I have, I believe to be, a nice figure, the only other female I've seen naked is my sister and our bodies are similar. Our breasts are a good size and we don't have any extra fat on us, but we do have curves. Rude men from the construction sites whistle at me, I turn my head to ignore them, I also don't want them to see me smiling, does that make me a bad person? I've never had a steady boyfriend so needless to say I'm a virgin. The only experience I've had was at the 4th of July dance when I was dancing with Tommy Miller and I could feel his thing getting hard and he pressed it against me, it felt pretty good. I think Kay might not be a virgin, but she's not saying. I do touch myself at night until I have the most glorious feeling, when doing that I think about how nice it would be to have a boy touch me there. Sometimes I think it would be nice to have a girl touch me there also, that scares me a little. I arrived at my desk on time and was given my assignments for the day by my supervisor Mrs.Gumble, very attractive in a mature kind of way, I would guess in her late 30's or early 40's, she is not known to socialize with her workers. My friend Ruth saw her smile once, something I've yet to experience. At lunch time I sat with Ruth a 23 year old attractive girl and we chatted about some of the work we were doing and what we had planned for the weekend. "So Gloria what have you planned for Saturday," asked Ruth. "I haven't decided yet," I answered knowing darn well I had nothing planned. "I'm going to a new speakeasy tomorrow night with some of the girls; do you want to join us?" Ruth has been trying to get me to go to a speakeasy with her since we first met on the job. I've never been to one and the only alcohol I've ever had is a glass of wine we were allowed to have at Christmas. She told me I don't have to drink, there were plenty of cool guys to dance with and the jazz bands were the cats meow. I've always declined, but heck I should have some fun. "Yes, I would like that," I answered. "Oh Gloria, that's great." She then told me she's never been to the club we're going to, but a friend of hers has been there, so it'll be a new experience for both of us. We then made plans that I would go to her house and we could go to the club together. She said I could spend the night at her house just incase we got tipsy and I didn't want to travel home alone at night. All I had to do is figure out what to tell my parents where I was going. The remainder of the afternoon flew by. On the way home I stopped at the shop my sister worked at. Kay and one other girl were the only ones in the store when I arrived. "Not very busy," I said as I walked up to her. "This is the lull time, we were busy most of the day and it'll get busy again after dinner time." "So why did you want me to stop by?" I asked. "We just got a new line of step-ins and I know you needed some." "How would you know I need new underwear?" I asked, knowing darn well she's been borrowing mine when she hasn't done her own laundry. "I thought you mentioned it," she said. "I don't remember saying that, but as a matter of fact I could use a pair or two." "They're over here follow me." As we walked to the rear of the store we passed a boy that was carrying boxes. "That's Charlie, he's our stock boy," Kay said, before I even asked. I spotted a dress hanging on a rack that I thought was gorgeous and took it with me to try on. Kay showed me the step-ins and asked me if I wanted to try them on. "You let people try on underwear?" I asked. "Sure why not?" "Okay I'll try this pair on for size," I said as I walked towards the dressing room. "I have a customer in the front of the store," Kay said as she walked away. The changing area was nothing more than some tri-fold screens which were backed by a wall. I removed my dress and was in my slip. I thought I heard some movement behind me, but there was nothing but a wall. As I was stepping out of my underwear I turned towards the wall again, when I noticed a small hole in the wall about waste high and saw an eyeball looking at me, that's when I screamed. I have no idea what I planned on doing, but not being a shrinking violet I ran out in front of the screen and saw a doorway to my right. Still in my slip I charged through the doorway and found myself in the stockroom. That's where I found the stock boy Charlie standing there holding up his hands in a defensive position. "I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to scare you. Please don't tell Kay." "Don't tell Kay what," Kay said as she ran into the stockroom, "and what was the screaming about? Gloria you're in your slip." I kind of felt sorry for Charlie, he looked scared to death, but the little pervert was peeking at me. "Charlie what did you do?" Kay asked as she placed her hands on her hips, just like Mom does when she's going to scold my little brother. Charlie just stood there. "Charlie didn't do anything, he was back here working and I thought I saw mouse and screamed and ran back here. I startled him and he said a curse word, that's what he didn't want me to tell you," I said hoping my spur of the moment lie was remotely believable. It wasn't. "Gloria we don't have mice, and since when do you run away from something. Now get dressed, I have customers," she said as she left the room. "Thank you for not telling, I really need this job." "Did you put the peep hole in the wall?" Blushing he said, "No I found it one day when I was working back here. Someone else must have done it, maybe another stock boy." "Do you peek at all the customers?" "I take my break and lunch back here and sometimes I peek." "Well be more careful or you will get fired, because I don't believe Kay believed a word I said." "How do you know Kay so well?" "She's my sister and I don't think she would appreciate someone peeking at her naked sister." "I didn't see you naked," "What did you see?" I asked feeling a sexy ache in my tummy just from talking like this, plus talking like this only half dressed. He hesitated then said, "Well I saw your legs above your stockings and got a quick peek of your bottom when you bent over." I could feel myself blushing and my nipples were getting hard. I was not feeling like a church going girl. "Are you on break now?" I asked. "Yes, that's why I was back here and I knew you were going to try on some clothing." "Well you continue your break and I'm going back and try on some step-ins and a dress," I said with a smile. Charlie had a puzzled look on his face, then he got it, and gave me a big grin. I went back to where I was changing, took a deep breath and took my slip off. Knowing Charlie was looking at my bare behind made me shake a little. I then removed my brassiere and stood there wearing just my stockings and shoes. I slowly turned around and faced the eye in the wall. I know I was blushing, but this was so sexy standing there so Charlie could see my breasts and my beaver, no one has ever seen me naked before and I was feeling an excitement that I never felt before. "Charlie, come out here I need you have to help someone with a package," yelled Kay. The eye disappeared from the hole so that was the end of my show. I was shaking like a leaf when I got dressed. I went out to return the dress to the rack, which I never did try on, and selected three pairs on underwear. Kay was with another customer, the store was getting busy, and apparently an additional sale girl was working now, so I paid her, gave Kay a wave and went home. My Mom, Dad, and my younger brother and sister and I sat at the diner table and shared our events of the day, something we did at dinner every night. Mom kept a plate warm for Kay when she got home at 8:30. I asked my parents if I could spend Saturday night with my friend Ruth from work, we were going to go to the films, then go to her house and have cookies and talk. My dad looked at Mom and she shook her head okay. I was in my room reading when I heard a knock on my door, it was Kay. "So what was that nonsense with Charlie at the store?" "I told you," I answered, but not all that convincingly. "Was he peeking at you?" "You know about the peek hole?" I said. "If I didn't I would now, but yes I know about it." "Don't fire him; he's just doing what boys do." "I'm not going to fire him, I like Charlie." "How do you know Charlie has a peek hole," I asked. "I caught him peeking at me when I was trying something on," she said with a smile. "What did you do?" "I pretended I didn't see him." "You didn't yell at him or threaten his job?" I asked wondering how that could be. "No, I let him peek at me when ever I change," she said with a grin I don't think I ever saw on her. "You mean you let him look at you undressed?" "Well he doesn't know that I know about his peek hole, but yes I know he's looking at me, and don't think bad of me, I like that he's looking at me." "I don't know what to say, I'm shocked," I answered with no plans at all to confess to her that I let Charlie watch me and enjoyed it also, which will remain my secret. "I still don't believe your story, but I think I know what the truth is, but I'm not going to worry about it. Goodnight Gloria," she said as she left my room. I was thinking I was being perverted for showing myself and now come to find out my sister does it all the time. What's the world coming to? Saturday was always when we helped Mom with the choirs and made sure they were finished my lunch time when Dad came home from working half day. We would sit down to eat, and then each of us would go about our business until dinner. I took the trolley to Ruth's house having to switch trolleys only once. It was a beautiful brownstone on a very nice block. I never really thought about where she lived before now. I rang the doorbell and it was answered by a well dressed woman in her 50's. "Oh you must be Gloria, come in please, Ruth will be down shortly. I'm Ruth's mother." "Pleased to meet you Mrs. R," I said as I entered the house. "Please, call me Joan," "Okay pleased to meet you, Joan," I said with a smile. I met Ruth's father and we chatted until Ruth came down stairs ready to go. Her father made a comment about her skirt being too short and the neckline to low, he sounded like my dad. "Dad, this is what everyone's wearing, you have to get hip to the jive," she said with a smile, as her father winced. "Don't be an owl girls," her mother said, with a laugh. 'How cool are you Mom, where did you learn that?" "I'm not as old fashioned as you might think," she answered good spiritedly. "What does don't be an owl mean?" asked her husband. "It means don't be out late." "I give up, have fun girls and don't be an owl," he said as he left the room. We all laughed. We walked back up to the avenue and hopped on the first trolley going uptown. There were a lot of flappers some with their guys and others like Ruth and me going out on the town laughing and talking. "This is our stop Gloria." "Do you know where we're going?" "My friends will meet us on the corner, oh there they are now," she said as she waved at two girls who were waving at us. I was introduced to both of them and they both seemed very nice. We made up quite a group. I was tall and blonde; Ruth was just about my height and body shape with black hair. Peggy one of the girls I was introduced to was a redhead with very large breasts and she was showing ample cleavage. Mae was 5 feet tall if that and was oriental, Chinese or something, with shoulder length black hair and she was wearing a silk pajama looking jacket and a skirt that had a slit up the side that showed off her beautiful black stocking covered leg, she was very exotic looking. When she spoke she sounded like the rest of us, meaning no accent. Both girls looked to be in their 20's and I don't know how Ruth knows them. "Where to?" asked Ruth. "Half way up the block, let's go," said Mae, as she led the way. We walked up the block and approached a building that looked like any other building on the block, not homes, more like lofts for light manufacturing businesses. Mae knocked three times, this was exciting. A large man, a very large Negro man answered the door, Mae said we're here to cut up the rug, he looked at all of us and I guessed he liked what he saw and said, "Welcome ladies, come in and don't behave," and let out a big laugh. We all laughed along with him, this was exciting and a little scary too. We climbed up one flight of stairs and a door opened before we even knocked. The sound of loud music and laugher washed over us.. As soon as we entered the room we were swept away on the dance floor. I love to dance and my body just started to move when I heard the band. This joint was indeed jumping. You really didn't a partner on the dance floor there were so many people moving at once you were automatically dancing with several people. People of all sizes and shapes were flying around the floor. I was surprised to see people of different races dancing together, these really were modern times. After my third or fourth lap around the floor I saw the girls waving to me from a spot at the bar they were able to settle in at. I was able to get to them, I was already sweating. "Wow Gloria, you really know how to move," said Ruth. "I hear music and my legs take over," I laughed. Mae handed me a drink, without me asking so I took it. I gave it a sip and nearly choked on it. The girls laughed and told me I would get use to it, I wasn't convinced, but took a second sip. I can do this I thought to myself. We had so much fun doing the Charleston with any fella that would ask. One guy was teaching me the American tango; it was the first time I had someone hold me so close since Tommy Miller at the 4th of July dance. There was one problem I had, my new step-ins fell off me while I was dancing. I almost fell on my face when they slid around my ankles, but I kicked them off before I crashed. I heard laughter has people noticed them on the floor, but they would just dance over them. Pegging saw it happened and was cracking up laughing when I joined her back at the bar. "Oh my god how embarrassing," I said. "Don't worry about it a lot of the girls here tonight didn't wear any in the first place." I didn't believe her until one girl was being swung around on the dance floor and all the guys cheered. Peggy told each one of our group what happened to me as they returned from dancing. Mae whispered in my ear," I don't have any on either," and gave me a wink. That made me feel a touch better, especially since what it ever it was I was drinking was going down nice and easy. Ruth came up to me and said," Mae knows of a private joint and asked if we wanted to go." "What's does private mean?" "I don't know," said Ruth. Mae over heard Ruth's answer and stepped up to us. "You have to be known to the doorman to get in." "Who knows the doorman?" I asked. "Why I do, of course," said Mae with a smile. "This seems like a fun place to me I vote to stay here," said Ruth. "Okay this is fun, and the other place has naked people there and who wants to see that," replied Mae. "So where is this place?" I asked trying not to act too interested, which didn't fool anybody. "Well its right upstairs, through that door," said Mae as she pointed to a red door on the other side of the building. "I don't think any of us are that wild," I said, then broke out laughing as looked out on the dance floor and saw Peggy doing the shimmy with her big breast swinging from side to side. One of them almost escaped the top of her dress which made the guys cheer. Okay so maybe some of us are that wild. "Maybe saying naked people wasn't the best way to say it, but if Peggy was upstairs now she could shimmy topless," said Mae. This is a whole new world for me. I mean I wear my hair and dress like a flapper, but the rest of it, like drinking, smoking and all the touching on the dance floor is all new, very exciting, but new. Peggy came off the dance floor out of breath, but managed to say," Some guy out on the floor said I should be dancing upstairs, what's up stairs?" "Funny you should ask," Said Ruth, "we were just talking about going up there, Mae seems to know people that will let us join the fun." "So what are we doing standing here?" Apparently the drinks were going down easy for Peggy too. We all looked at each other waiting for one of us to make a decision. Mae walked towards the door and we followed. She knocked on the red door and it opened, she something to the man that opened the door and he stepped out of our way so we could enter. On the next level there was another door, but all we had to do was walk through it. The music and aroma was like downstairs, but I smelled a different odor of smoke also. As soon as we entered a girl met us and led us to a table set along the dance floor where we could sit. She didn't have a top on! I was stunned and when I looked about I saw all the waitresses were topless. How exciting is this joint? As soon as she took our drink orders, someone ordered for me, because I still had no idea what I was drinking, we all talked at once about the topless women. The dance floor was jumping and true to what Mae said there were women with their breasts exposed, not waitresses' girls like us. I was the first to accept a dance, by a guy that was dark, not a Negro, but with darker skin and black slicked back hair and mustache. He was wearing slacks and his shirt was unbuttoned and I could see his sweaty chest. I looked over at the table to see the girl's reaction and saw they were all heading out to the dance floor with guy partners, the men aren't shy about dancing here. We all danced up a storm for two dances, then the band played a slow foxtrot. My dance partner pulled me close to him, very close to him and we moved around the dance floor "You dance very well," he whispered in my ear with an accent I didn't recognize. "Thank you, I love to dance." "It is a custom in this club that when there is a slow close dance like this, the woman bares her breasts." "Does what?" Not too sure I heard him correctly. "Look around and you will see." I did look around and sure enough the woman were opening up their tops and if wearing a bra removing it. I finally saw Ruth and see saw me the same, she smiles and took her top off. Well who was I to be a party pooper. "Okay I don't want to be a party pooper," I said as I unbuttoned the front of my dress and let the top hang around my waist. "Such beautiful breast, what is you name?" "Thank you and my name is Gloria and you are?" He didn't answer just pulled me close so my bare breasts were pressed against his sweaty chest. Oh my God this was sexy. Another first for me. The next first was while we danced his hands slid down my back and he held my behind in his hands. When the slow dance ended the band started the Charleston so fast no one had time to put their tops back on, so we all danced around bare breasted. I loved it when guys would look at me, some would try to touch, but I would slap their hands away which most found to be funny. I finally had to catch my breath and I returned to our table. Mae was sitting there and Ruth and Peggy were still dancing. Peggy's big breasts seemed to be the big hit of the dance floor. "Having fun Gloria," asked Mae with a grin. "Should I put my top back on?" I asked. "You look beautiful like that and my top is off so relax." Mae was small but she had beautiful breasts, not that I was an authority, though small they were perfectly shaped. I liked looking at them, but felt embarrassed when I realized I was staring at them and Mae grinned when I looked up at her. "Sorry I didn't mean to stare; this is all so new to me." "Enjoy yourself Gloria, you're the main attraction here tonight, I'm feeling a little jealous," Mae said. "Me, what do you mean?" "Gloria that's part of your allure, you don't know how sexy you are. All the guys I know here have all asked me about you and just from watching you dancing I could see fellas checking you out." I didn't have a response to her comments, but I liked it that guys were looking at my breasts. "Someday we should go to the peek-a-boo speakeasy together I think you would like that, do you like having the guys looking at your tits?" "It's something I don't have much experience with, but tonight has been fun. What's the peek-a-boo speakeasy?" She was about to answer when Ruth came running up. "Christ Gloria, its 5 o'clock in the morning, my dad will have a cow if he wakes and we're not home yet." Peggy and Mae decided to stay and Ruth and I got our clothing in order and left. On the way out the Negro doorman told me to be sure to come back, he'd let me in anytime. "Thank you Sir." And he let out his big laugh. We got to Ruth's house and were able to get inside without waking anyone. We slept for two hours when Ruth's mom woke us up. "Wake up you two lazy bones, breakfast is laid out". What could we do, but roll out of bed, Ruth let me wear a robe of hers and we went down stairs for breakfast. I was famished and really enjoyed my food and the family conversation. After we ate I went and got dressed and said my good-by's and hopped the trolley home. I was walking down my street and saw my family walking towards me from the other side of block. We arrived at our front porch at the same time. My younger brother and sister didn't acknowledge me at all and just scurried off to get in their play clothes. My dad said good morning but gave me a disapproving looking. Mom and Kay smiled and gave me a warm greeting. Mom went inside to prepare lunch and Kay sat on one of the rockers on the front porch. I plopped down in the chair next to her. "Gloria, about what I told you yesterday, about you know?" "You mean letting Charlie peek at you." "Damn it Gloria not so loud." I said while laughing," I wasn't that loud and I was just teasing with you, what about your perversion?" "I'm not perverted." "Okay I won't fool around, what is it?" "I just wanted to make sure you will never tell anyone about it. I could lose my job." "I promise I would never say a word, but you should get fired for selling me that cheap underwear." "I don't sell cheap anything, what are you talking about." I lifted my dress and showed her I was naked. "Your cheap step-ins fell off me on the dance floor." We paused for a second then started laughing and we couldn't stop. The harder we tried to stop the more we laughed. Finally my Dad came out to the porch and told us to stop carrying on and act like proper ladies. Lord knows we wanted to stop laughing especially with Dad being mad, but we both started laughing louder. We did manage to run past him and head to our bedrooms to calm ourselves. The next few weeks at work were very busy and very stressful. I was even able to get some over time. The job was mind numbing, but I tried to stay focused. After receiving a stack of documents that needed to be typed I noticed an error on one of the pages. It had to do with a point of law that was different from documents I was working on earlier in the week. I told Mrs.Gumble and she told me in no uncertain terms that I wasn't a lawyer and shouldn't concern myself with what I was typing, just type. I told okay but it was her neck if I was correct. She gave that some thought then told me and the other four typewriters that were working on this particular contract to stop, until she conferred with the attorney in charge of this contract. The other girls thanked for finding the error, not because they cared about the error itself, but since they had to stop typing they were able to take a break and all headed off to the break room. I was thinking I better stay close by I didn't want to have Mrs.Gumble have to look for me when she returned. I'm glad I made that decision because it was only a few minutes later when she came to my desk and said one of the senior partners in the firm wanted to see me. I couldn't tell from her demeanor if I was in big trouble or not. The elevator took us up three levels to a part of the building I wasn't in before. This is where the attorneys had their offices with the secretarial pool in the center with all the offices surrounding the floor. Mrs.Gumble led me past the secretaries which I knew on sight form the cafeteria, some smiled at me others were too busy working to notice. "So you must be the typewriter that knows law," said Mr. Bryce the senior partner, as we entered his massive office. "Hello sir, my names Gloria," I said as I approached his desk to shake his hand. He seemed surprised that I did that, but didn't say anything just shook my hand. "So tell me Gloria, why do you believe this line in the contract is incorrect?" I explained to him how I was typing a similar contract earlier in the week and I noticed the difference in the wording. "Well as it so happens, you're absolutely right," he said and smiled. "I pointed the error out to Mrs Gumble and she said I was correct also," I said, giving Mrs.Gumble a boost in the bosses' eye. "Well it's very nice that you shared your praise with her, but she already told me she wasn't sure and that's why she came to me, but it shows me you're a team player." "Thank you," I said, not really knowing what a team player meant. He asked me how long I was with the company and how I liked working here. He thanked me again for catching the error; he then started shuffling papers on his desk so we knew it was time to leave. "Thank you for telling Mr. Bryce that I noticed the mistake, that was very nice of you." "It's okay." "Gloria I would like to treat you to dinner tonight." That took me completely by surprise, but it would be a new experience, dinner with the boss. "Thank you very much Mrs.Gumble that would be lovely." We didn't have telephone at home, so I called my sister at the store and told her I was going to be late and tell Mom not to hold dinner for me. She was impressed that my boss was taking me to dinner. We hailed a cab outside our building and Mrs.Gumble gave the driver an address and off we went. The restaurant was one of the new trending places in Harlem. I was surprised because I was thinking she would be taking me to a little local establishment, this was keen. We ordered dinner and they served us real wine, no hooch here, someone was getting paid off to look the other way. "Thank you so much Mrs.Gumble for inviting me, it wasn't necessary." "I know it wasn't honey, and please tonight call be Anna." I was taken back a little by her calling me honey, does she think of me as a kid? She told me she was a widow; losing her husband in the war, she doesn't have children so basically she's devoted her time to her job. We chatted throughout dinner and yes, she smiled, smiled a lot. It's funny how much different people are when out socially. "So Gloria, do you have a boyfriend?" "No, I haven't met anyone that interests me." "Are you seeing anyone?" "No, like you I haven't met anyone that I would date. I get asked out a lot by the lawyers, the married ones, and that's not something I want to get involved in. I don't need sex that bad, I get relieved other ways." "What do you mean relieved?" "You know when you feel sexy and you need to relieve the tension." Is my boss, I mean Anna, telling me she touches herself too? "I must be feeling the wine, sorry I said that," Anna said. "No, that's okay, I'm interested." "I go to a health clinic and sit in a steam room, then I receive a massage, which can get quite personal." She said with a grin. "The lady masseuse touches you, down there?" I asked, feeling shocked and excited. "It's not a female masseuse," she said, while studying me for a reaction, she got one. "Oh my god that's unreal." She laughed and said, "Gloria it's very real, you should try it sometime." "I will for sure." Our dessert was served and the conversation was changed. As we talked about the other people in the restaurant I couldn't help but think about being touched down there by a masseuse. Anna must have noticed the dreamy look on my face. "Gloria what's on you mind?" "I was just thinking about the masseuse." "I hope I didn't shock you, please don't tell anyone at work about this, please," Anna said with a concerned look on her face. "Oh you got it wrong; I was thinking it was copasetic." She laughed and said, "Do you want to go now?" I grinned back and said "sure I can use some relief." And we both laughed. The cab let us off at a stark looking building with a metal plate attached by the door saying Swedish health club and under that, members only. "Are you a member?" "Yes and I can bring a guest for a nominal fee." "How much?" I asked. "Don't worry about it honey, it's my treat." Anna checked in at the front desk and told them we want some time in the steam room plus we want a massage. I think Anna said special massage and the lady at the counter gave her a conspiratorial smile then asked male of female and Anna replied young male. Anna led me to the locker room. We were each assigned lockers that were next to each other. "Now Gloria we take our clothes off and put them in the locker, then we take a towel from over there to sit on and go into the stream room to sweat some, from there we go to the massage rooms where I arranged that we will be massaged." "Okay" was all I said, because my boss, Anna, was lifting her dress over her head. I stood there like a dope as she removed her dress. She didn't say anything she just looked back at me as she removed each garment. It was like she was enjoying stripping for me. She had breasts larger than I would have imagined from seeing her dressed. She had a slim waist and full hips, I nice rounded tummy, like mine, and a lot of dark curly hair on her puss. When my eyes finally made it back up to her face she smiled and said, "Do you like looking at my body?" I could barely get the words out," yes very much Anna." "I'm glad, now it's your turn to undress." I slowly took my clothing off knowing she was watching my every move and I wanted her to like looking at me as much as I liked looking at her. "Gloria you're as beautiful nude as I thought you would be." She was thinking about what I would look like nude? "I'm glad you think so," and I was glad, but not sure exactly why. She took me by my hand and led me into the stream room. I was surprised to see that there were about a half dozen naked women in there already. I could hardly see due to the stream, but they were as naked as we were. Anna said hello to one of the lady's and she responded to her by name, so I guess they know each other from other visits. Anna and I sat right next to each other; we sat on our towels and were completely uncovered. It didn't take long for the sweat, or as my parents would correct me by saying perspiring, the way it was soaking my body, it was sweat. I would steal a peek next to me and look at Anna's breasts.I know she was looking at me also, we didn't say anything just smile at each other. A strange feeling came over me one time when we were looking at each other face to face, I had the strongest feeling to lean into her and kiss her lips, when I realized what I was about to do I pulled back. Anna gave me a big smile with a chuckle. The ladies drifted out of the steam room and a lady called in say that our masseuses' were ready for us. Anna took me by the hand again, like I was a school girl and led me out of the steam room. We covered ourselves with our towels and went into a room that was very warm. There were two tables with white sheets on them next to each other. A female attendant, the same one that told us our masseuses were ready helped us get settled on the tables with nothing but a towel covering our behinds. When she left Anna said she could have them put a curtain between us for privacy. I would have preferred that, but I didn't want to seem like a prude so I said this way was fine. I must confess I was feeling a little scared. Two men entered the room both were blonde and wearing white shirts and slacks. One man was more a boy than man I would guess around 19 and the other one was a man of about 30. The younger one stood next to Anna and the older guy stood next to me. They had their backs to each other so they could only see who they were massaging. Anna and I had our heads turned so we could see each other. He began at my feet rubbing me with warm oil, which smelled like spring. He took his time and even though I could feel the strength in his hands he was very gentle. When his hands got to the towel covering my rump, I was disappointed when he moved to my neck and shoulders, from there he worked down towards my behind again. At last he removed the towel and I felt so sexy having a man seeing my bare cheeks. I felt even more excited when he started rubbing me there with hot oil. He actually had his hand between my ass cheeks. I looked over at Anna, she had her eyes closed but had a blissful look on her face. Her masseuse said something to her in I would have to guess was Swedish, and Anna rolled over on her back. My masseuse then said something to me which I didn't understand, but I took my lead from watching Anna and rolled over. Good God he could see my tits and pussy, I felt so sexy. As he applied
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the warm oil to my breasts my nipples were tingling so much I had to touch them myself, he gently moved my hands back to my side, I guess he didn't need my help. When his hands oiled between my legs I moaned and didn't care if Anna heard me or not I couldn't help it, then Anna let out some moans of her own. He touched all around my magic spot and I was going crazy, when I guess he figured I had enough, he directly rubbed me on the spot that I touch when playing with myself. I felt such a tremendous build up and such a release that I flopped around like a fish out of water, he didn't stop rubbing me and I had that feeling one more time. I laid there breathing like I just ran a race. I turned my head to look at Anna and I saw that she was having the same experience I just had. She looked so beautiful then. Both men left the room and left us to catch our breath. "So what did you think?" asked Anna "I was thinking I was going to lose my mind, I can't believe I let anyone do that to me. This is a memory that will last forever." "Gloria I think you'll have many more exciting memories. Let's shower and get dressed." We went to the shower room which had shower heads with partitions between each one, but no curtain or door so anyone in the room can see you. I guess the Swedes aren't very shy. We took showers across from each other. I looked over at Anna and she slowly soaped her body, I took the hint and did the same thing. We stood facing each other touching ourselves for the others viewing pleasure. We both rubbed our magic spot, when I had my release my legs buckled and I almost feel on the floor. We both laughed out loud, it must have spoiled the mood for Anna because she didn't finish. We got dressed and I was concerned by the hour and the trip I had home. Anna told me not to worry and she hailed a cab, gave me money to pay him when I arrived home. "Thank you so much Anna," I said, as I got in the cab. "See you tomorrow at work honey." It was after midnight when I arrived home, my parents were nun too happy to have their 18 year old daughter come home in a taxi at such a late hour. I heard all this in the morning while having breakfast. I apologized and explained that me and Mrs.Gumble lost track of time in the restaurant and she paid for the cab. "That's all well and good Gloria, but the neighbors will think you were with a man until all hours," explained Mom, Dad just looked over the top of the newspaper, too mad to speak. I arrived at work on time and was given my assignments for the day by Mrs.Gumble, she didn't act any different than any other day. I almost smiled at her, but caught myself in time. I ate lunch with Ruth, but never mentioned my evening with Mrs.Gumble, I felt that would be best left out of the conversation. Ruth asked me if I wanted to go to the speakeasy again this Saturday. I told her I would love to, but I didn't think my parents would let me stay out late. She said her parents liked me and I could stay at her house again. I said I would have to let her know. She felt it necessary to remind me these are modern times and I was a modern working girl and my parents should get with it and not treat me like a child. Sounds easy enough doesn't it? At dinner that night my parents told us that my mother's sister our Aunt Gladys had a fire in her home, no one was hurt, but the house has to be repaired so my aunt and her four kids would be staying with us. My uncle will stay in Brooklyn at a neighbor's house so he can make the repairs with the help of some friends. "Mom, how are all those people going to fit in our house?" "All those people you refer to are family and this is what families do in time of need," Mom said and looked upset. "Sorry mom I didn't mean for it to come out that way, what can we do to help?" They will be here Saturday so we have to rearrange the sleeping accommodations, so I'll need your here." "Okay Mom." I told Ruth the next day I couldn't go to the clubs with her on Saturday. I spent the day taking beds apart and moving them from one room to another. I will now share a room with Kay, and one of my cousins. My brother will share his room with the two male cousins and my younger sister will share a room with one of the younger girl cousins. Kay got home early afternoon and was able to help out; this was a big transition for all of us. We understood about families helping each other out in the time of need and we'll all go to heaven because of our goodwill, but it was going to be a pain in the ass. Kay whispered to me she wishes the cousin in our room was our cousin Will who is a very handsome 18 year old, fat chance. My aunt arrived with our cousins in time for dinner. We all ate and heard about the fire and how scary it was. My cousin Abby who is 19 like Kay will be in the same room with Kay and me, after dinner we took her upstairs and helped her get settled. Our cousin Willie unfortunately had to sleep with the younger boys and not us ha ha. My aunt would sleep with the younger girls. Monday morning was the first test on we would all be able to get ready to leave the house for our respective jobs or school. Surprisingly everything moved alone well with my cousins leaving extra early to get back to Brooklyn for school and work, my dad was next to get ready and I was running behind schedule, but did manage to show up for work on time. Kay was the last to get up and we were all out of the house by then. Ruth told me they had a blast Saturday and people were asking where I was, sorry I missed it. The work week was busy, but nothing exciting happened. Mrs.Gumble remained polite and business like as usual. Friday night Kay, Abby and I were lying in bed and were talking about this and that when Abby changed the topic of our conversation. "I sure miss being felt up by my boyfriend." It was dark in the room so we couldn't see the expressions on each others faces, but I know my mouth was wide open. "Tell us more," giggled Kay. "Well, with staying here I haven't been able to see him." "and when you see him he feels you up?" questioned Kay. Laughingly Abby said, "Well we kiss and pet and yes I let him touch me, you must let your boyfriends to it to you." "Well yes I do," said Kay. "Kay, you let Jimmy John feel you," I exclaimed. "Of course I do," answered Kay sounding like who she is. "Does your boyfriend feel you up Gloria?" asked Abby. "I don't have a boyfriend, but if I did I would," I said trying to be part of the conversation. So Kay and Abby went on and on sharing dirty experiences while I was left out, no way was I going to tell them about the speakeasy or the time with the masseuses. Kay spilled the beans about the stock boy looking at me. I didn't mention Kay's confession to me. "Don't you love seeing hard cocks?" said Abby when the conversation reached a lull. Kay admitted she's only seen Jimmy Johns and I had to say I never saw one, Abby said she's seen three. "Who's were they?" I asked. "One was my current boy friend and the other belonged to the neighbor next door, when we re young we would pull down our pants for each other." "And who was the third?" I asked wondering why I never saw one. "My brother Willie shows me his." "You saw Will with a hard on?" said Kay. "He likes to show it and I let him, sometimes I let him look at me, but don't breath a word of that to anyone, now swear." "I swear," both Kay and I said in unison. Teasingly Abby said, "Maybe we can ask him to show it to you Gloria, so you can see one." "Okay," I said, did that sound too eager? Abby laughed and said she would ask him tomorrow. I tossed and turned all night thinking about Will and also wondering if Abby was just teasing me. I rolled over onto my hand near dawn and relived myself, and then I was able to get some sleep. Saturday morning Kay went to work and Will took the younger kids for a walk to the playground to get them out of the house. Abby and I helped Mom and Aunt Gladys clean the house. When Abby and I were on the rear porch shaking out the bedding she said, "I asked Willie about what we talked about last night, but I think he thought I was just kidding so he didn't answer. I'll ask him again when he gets home. Think of someplace private were can do this." "Who's we, isn't it just going to be me and Will?" "I'm sure Kay would want to come and I like seeing it too," she said. "We can go in the garage, we don't have a car so over the years it's become a playhouse for the kids," I suggested. We were all together for lunch and I couldn't tell from the way Will was acting if Abby told him that it wasn't a joke, we wanted to see his cock, which sounds bad when you say it, anyway he seemed his normal self. It was mid afternoon, mom and my aunt went to the market with the kids, and dad was taking his afternoon nap. I was in front of our house talking with some neighbors that were walking by when Kay called out the front door to me. They needed me in the garage. I excused myself from the neighbors and walked down the driveway and entered the garage through the side door. There stood Will, Kay and Abby. "I hear you want to have some fun Gloria," said Will with a grin. I know I was blushing and just nodded my head yes. We walked further to the rear of the building where we played house as kids. "Okay so show us," blurted out Kay. "Oh it looks like you have interest also Kay." "Yes I do," she answered. I never saw her act coyly before. "Well first you girls have to earn a look." Abby said, "He wants to look at us first." Kay and I just looked at each other not knowing what to do first. "I'll go first," said Abby "Yes sweet big sister, show me your tits," said Will with a smile. Abby unbuttoned her blouse and set it aside; she then untied her camisole and exposed her breasts. Her breasts were larger than me and Kay's, she ran her hands over them as we watched, and she was grinning the whole time. Will said, "Look how hard Abby's nipples are, she likes showing her tits, don't you Abby?" "Yes I like it very much." "Now pinch your nipples." She did as she was told, Kay and I couldn't take our eyes off her, she was so sexy and didn't seemed at all upset that it was her brother she was showing off too. "Well girls don't make Abby feel lonely take your tops off," said Will, with a smile. "Gloria you have such beautiful tits and what sexy pink nipples," he said as soon as I turned around after removing my top. "Oh my, It must run in the family, Kay you too have a fine set, such big sexy nipples." Kay gave him a big grin, because she does have big nipples and she told me that she didn't know if boys liked big nipples of not, now she knows. Apparently Jimmy John her, boyfriend hasn't had a good view of them, I'll have to ask her about that. "Girls do you like having me look at you tits?" We answered we did, I was really enjoying this so far. We were standing there with our breasts exposed and I was waiting for further instruction which seemed to me the way this game was going to be played. Will didn't say anything, he just walked up to me and felt my breasts, it was like electricity going through me. He then moved to his sister and rubbed her breasts and Abby let out a low moan. He went to Kay next and bent over and put his lips on her nipple and sucked on it, the look on Kay's face made me think she might faint, but she didn't she moved his head to other nipple. He stepped back and said," Okay ladies pussy time." "Don't be crude," scolded his sister. We all took our skirts and underwear off at the same time with our bottoms facing him. When I turned around to face him I was stopped in my tracks because he had his pants pulled down and I was seeing a big hard cock sticking straight up and heavy balls hanging below. I felt like I was hit in the tummy from seeing such a beautiful sight. Kay, let out a yelp when she first saw it. "Isn't it beautiful?" said Abby. "Who wants to touch it," asked Will in a low voice. Abby took the lead again and walked up to him and took hold of his cock, she didn't do anything to it just held it and looked at it. She stepped away and Kay went up to him and held his large balls, then held his cock and stroked her hand back and forth on it. I think I saw Wills eyes rolled in his head. Kay didn't look like she was planning on stopping so I had to tell her it was my turn, Will gave me a big grin," come here Gloria, I believe it was you who hasn't seen a mans hard cock before." I gave a look to Abby and she just shrugged her shoulders. "Kneel down so you can get a good look," said Will. I did as he asked and was on my knees in front of him with his cock and balls inches from my face. I marveled at hard it looked and the darker color almost purple that the head of it was, and the veins that I could see on the shaft and the balls just swung when he moved. His hair down there was the same color as mine I noticed also. "hold my balls Gloria," which I did, "don't they feel heavy and warm?" "I like the way they feel." "Now hold my cock." Again I did as asked, "hold it with both hands," I had one hand above the other like when I held a baseball bat in the school yard, this was so much better. "Do you want to do something extra special Gloria?" "Depends," I said, thinking he wanted to put it in me and I wasn't about to lose my virginity with my sister watching. He wanted to put it in me alright, but a different place, "Put the head of my cock in your mouth," he was barely able to say. I looked up at him like he was crazy, I heard of such things, but didn't think girls really did that. They do because Abby said, "it's okay Gloria I do it to him all the time." Here goes nothing I had to pull his cock towards me and looked at the head of it; I saw the slit on the top of it and a silky clear liquid leaking out. I was feeling too hot to care what that might be. I opened my mouth and placed the head of his cock in my mouth, it was a very pleasant feeling. I didn't know what to do, but the natural thing seemed to be to lick it with my tongue and suck. "You better stop now Gloria or you'll get a mouth full" said Abby. I'll have to ask about that later. Kay then took a turn sucking and licking his cock. When it was Abby's turn she did it with a lot more gusto then when me and Kay did it. When I thought it looked like Will was going to pass out or something Abby pulled her mouth away from his cock and pumped on it with her hand. Will gave a big moan and a stream of goo squirted out of him and splattered all over Abby's face and breasts. What a sight, I had to sit down on a box so I wouldn't fall over. "Ever see a boy's sperm?" asked Abby. Kay and I both said no. She walked up to us so we could inspect the goo that was covering her. I touched and it thought it was like warm clear gelatin. I thought that was the end of today's adventure when Will said, " I want to see you girls play with yourself." I was already to do it, but we heard my aunt calling for Abby. She ran to the door, still naked and yelled to her Mom that she would be there in a minute. We all scrambled to get dressed. When we were all dressed we inspected each other to make sure we all had it together. Will said, "We'll finish this some other time," and we all readily agreed. On Monday at work I was offered a new opportunity! If you have cable TV and moreover if you've got it under the big companies like Direct TV that feature hundreds of channels that have you spoiled for choice of programming, you will find that not only do they offer hardcore adult movies and series on the typical adult film channels you pay for like Playboy or Spice channels but soft-core adult movies on mainstream movie channels, namely Cinemax but to a lesser extent also Showtime and The Movie Channel. "Cinemax After Dark" begins after eleven p.m. or midnight (Eastern Time) when various erotic films and series are shown for an adult audience. These films and TV series are not mainstream like those shown on Cinemax during the day and you will never find a celebrity or well-known star in the cast. You will, however, find some hard-core porn stars who often make forays into soft-core. These are independent, often low-budget soft core porn films. Full-frontal female nudity is shown (but not frontal male nudity so you won't see any penis shots) and although sexual acts are depicted these are merely very realistic looking simulations but is not the real thing. On the downside, many of these films can become dull, predictable and clichéd, often having very forgettable and generic titles like "Erotic Confessions," "Forbidden Desires", "Erotic Encounters", "Carnal Pleasures, "Forbidden Passions", etc. Many of these seem to fit into the category of "erotic mystery thriller" though the emphasis is always the situations leading up to the steamy sex scenes and never does it get heavy in dramatic or action content. Others appear to be more like bits and pieces of soap operas with misbehaving women and the erotic content is a lot more graphic than any soap opera sex scene on daytime TV. There has also been a recent trend of comedies with sexual elements (sex comedies) like "Coed Confidential" which beginning in late 2007 has been growing in popularity. Comic soft-core adult film titles include "Bikini Chain Gang" "Bikini Girls from the Lost Planet" "Bikini Car Wash", "Busty Cops" "Alabama Jones and the Busty Crusade" "Ghost in A Teeny Bikini" and the like. Yes, sometimes the films are so bad it's ridiculous. But there are times when the non-comedy films turn out to be quite memorable, interesting, well- written, plot and character oriented and absolutely arousing and erotic. The photography and locations chosen are always beautiful, though, especially when dressed up to look tropical, though they seem to be shot in Southern California, most likely the San Fernando Valley, home of porn. Here are some films that I've seen over the course of a year or two that were, in my opinion, pretty damn good. Look for them on Skinemax late night. Passion Lane (2001) Director Reilly Lucas, Screenplay Louise Monclair, Starring Amy Lindsay, Richard Bomson, Monique Parent, Mandy Fisher, Matt Dalpiaz, Eddie Jay, Dru Berrymore, Danny Pape, Gina Ryder and Frank Harper: This film had mixed reviews and truthfully, it has its good moments and bad ones. Passion Lane tells the story of Harry and Olivia, a couple who are notorious swingers and known for their wild sex parties. They send out invitations to the following folks who make up the sexy cast: Shandra (Scarlett Johansing) a romance/erotic novelist with an insatiable sexual appetite. When we first meet her, she is discussing her new book with her agent and interviewing a cover model (Danny Pape) who will grace the cover of the book. Shandra is a dominant, bitchy, temperamental woman who bosses her shy personal assistant, Alex (Eddie Jay), Gwen, another employee of Shandra's who is equally shy and humble, 2: Troy, an oversexed and sexist lawyer played by Matt Dalpiaz, and couple who have lately discovered that their sex life needs improvement (Mandy Fisher and Rafe Urquhart). Outwardly, Harry and Olivia appear as if they are just getting everyone primed and ready for a sexy "adult" version of a Clue-style murder mystery party. Everyone has to "role play" and stay in character until the murder is solved. But as the weekend wears on, everyone discovers that there is a tad more to this than meets the eye. For Troy, used to having his way with the ladies, it's a hard lesson in humility to pretend to be a shy virgin and to discover that women prefer a soft, sensitive and compassionate type rather than a cocky arrogant type. Gwen and her boyfriend rekindle their lost sexual passion after Gwen reveals her "adult fairy tale" fantasy of being "taken" by a masked stranger. Eddie Jay and Gwen discover that they have terrific sexual chemistry and Shandra, who was not enjoying herself at first, gets inspired to write a new novel, though she and Troy are the only ones who don't experience a change during the erotic weekend. Passion Lane's biggest flaw is the few instances in which the writing is bad and the "Clue" party element is discarded as a mere excuse for sexy role playing. There is no real point to even having this game. Some have called the sex scenes uninspired and they are pretty tame and mild but it is soft-core erotica so one has to know that beforehand. I like soft-core so it's not a problem. The sex scenes with Matt Dalpiaz and the flirty French maid Antoinette(played by Dru Barrymore) a not to mention the scene with Rafe Urquhart and Mandy Fisher, especially in the princess and the masked assailant fantasy, is very arousing. Passion Lane is cute, but because the script was written by a woman, women will eat it up. But it has a lot of good stuff that men can enjoy, not the least of this being the gorgeous women in the nude. This is an example of a pretty tasteful, interesting adult film that can be sexy without being hardcore. I loved it. Naked Encounters (2005) Director Chance Levore, Screenplay by April White and Edward Gorsuch: Starring Monique Alexander, Randy Spears, Dee, Lee Stone, Kristen Price, Rafe Urquhart, Eddie Jay, Cytherea, David Switzer, Jodie Moore: In this film, two private investigators, Sherri (Monique Alexander) and Cole (Rafe Urquhart) become immersed in a case involving a fashion model and her wild and wicked ways, which eventually lead to murder. A client, Dominic ( veteran porn star Randy Spears) wishes to get to know the model (played by Kristen Price) so he hires the P.I.'s to investigate her life, habits and sexual activities. There is a very erotic love scene, and in her bedroom, between Randy Spears and Kristen Price and what's so good about it is the fact it's not wild and it's old fashioned and classic stuff -- on a bed. But then again, this same model engages in a lusty affair with a bodybuilder and male model (played by the hunky stallion Lee Stone who has done many hardcore adult films) on a leather coach and it's not missionary! He takes her from behind and the scene is quite realistic. Upon further investigation, they discover that this model can be a dangerous woman. A la Basic Instinct, she murders her lover and moves on to a new affair and she seems careless about the partner being male or female. In a lesbian scene with black porn star Dee, the two are going at it in an office while being taped. It's steamy for some but pretty tame lesbian stuff for others. I happen to think it was good. The rest of the film involves the P.I.'s closing in on her and becoming a lot closer themselves. The final love scene - Rafe Urquhart and Monique Alexander is quite lovely. Now, like with "Passion Lane" the premise is good and some of the writing is good but there are times when you feel that this movie could have been better. The fact of the matter is that these late night soft-core films are produced on a budget and so one can't expect to see a high quality film. But if this is your thing, soft-core films with a semblance of a plot, then go ahead and look for this film. It is pretty bland stuff ultimately because there is never any real danger or "thriller" material which could have easily been added to it, but it's very titillating as it is too. This is an MRG production (as are the other films) and they're connected with the Playboy Channel so if you've seen other films produced by them then this should interest you. Sexual Surrender (2003) Director Conrad Moore, Screenplay Louise Monclair: Starring Frank Harper, Angela Davies, Mandy Fisher and Massimo Avidano: This film is the one film on skinemax that I enjoyed the most. It has better writing than both "Passion Lane" and "Naked Encounters" and equally good acting, owing to the experience of soft-core adult stars Angela Davies (she was the hostess of the "Best Sex Ever" series), Frank Harper another skinemax figure and Mandy Fisher. The plot concerns the experiences of a promising VP executive (Harper) and his epiphany after reaching a period of success through an illicit affair with the boss' daughter and sordid business deals. He has a one night stand with another woman he meets in Hollywood (Angela Davies) but she becomes clingy and begins to pursue him even though he does not want anything to do with her as she could possibly ruin his climb to success. He is unaware that his girlfriend (Mandy Fisher) is cheating on him with her quote on quote "therapist" - a buffed, exotic foreign man (Massimo Avidano) who sexually dominant with her. When things begin to fall apart for him, he discovers that greed is not good after all and that a dependency on materialism and power does not make him a big man. He finds love with the boss' daughter after all and even though he loses his girlfriend and former job, he has found a new path in life and someone to share it with. The script to this film is superior stuff, though one has to keep in mind that the dialogue is built around and between sex scenes. Frank Harper is a good actor and it appears that if he wasn't doing skinemax, he would be doing mainstream films with some success. This is the same with many of these actors. They do appear to have some dramatic training. Harper is handsome yet not a "porn stud" type but his sex scenes are terrific. Mandy Fisher is very pretty and talented as far as being "porno" and her sex scenes with Massimo Avidano (who gets the least amount of lines) is very steamy, though nothing more than mild S and M. Overall, this film is highly recommended, especially if the better skinemax films is your thing. Naked Passions? (2005)The title to this film I don't quite remember. Director Chance Levore, Screenplay by April White and Edward Gorsuch: With Randy Spears, Jezebelle Bonde, Eddie Jay, Rafe Urquhart, Dru Berrymore: The plot revolves around a red-head female novelist (Skinemax regular Jezebelle Bonde) who is experiencing a state of writer's block and who is frustrated for not being published. After a fight with her boyfriend who feels she is paying too much attention to her writing than to him, she takes a job as a research assistant to a male writer she admires. This writer (Randy Spears) is in actuality a sexist, domineering imperious prick, and she quickly discovers that the job was not as exciting or fulfilling as she thought it would be. Rather than having her collect research for his novels, he has her do errands and buy his groceries. He does not appear to respect her and he ignores her even when she wants him to read her manuscript. Another research assistant (Rafe Urquhart) becomes her competition as they both vy for the novelist's attention. Before long, the girl gets into a precarious situation involving one of the writer's lovers (Dru Berrymore) and her wild, reckless ways. She is also growing closer to the other assistant whom she had previously disliked. In the end, it turns out that the series of startling events was all a set up to get her to write better. This film starts off well, no doubt. The writing is fine. The acting is fine. It's cool to see familiar skinemax faces such as Jezebelle Bond. But the story cops out at the end when everything has turned out to be fake. It just comes at you and you don't see any signs that this is a hoax/scheme. And just to get her to write better? It's as bad as the Clue Party element in Passion Lane that really wasn't part of the story. It's just all thrown in in a messy way and attempts to be solid in plot. But the sex scenes are good. The scene with Randy Spears and blonde Dru is very hot and almost appears to be the real thing, owing perhaps to the fact Randy Spears is a veteran porn star of hardcore films and seems to enjoy transitioning to soft-core for the acting. His experience with sex on film is to his credit. In his scene with Berrymore, they are by his pool and they do it standing up, with her pinned against a wall, her legs wrapped around him. The sound of his thrusting is audible and the natural look of sex rather than the steamy, "fantasy" look of some softcore is what makes this very good and very real looking. Actors Rafe Urquhart and Jezebelle Bond have genuine chemistry and surprisingly more so through the dialog than their sex scenes, which by comparison are mild. This is a fine film if you like skinemax soft-core films with a plot, which is more plot than brainless hardcore porn. I loved it and despite some writing flaws, it's really good stuff. Naked and Betrayed (2005): Director Woquini Adams, Screenplay by Edward Gorsuch and April White, Starring Frank Harper, Gina Ryder, August Avila, Mandy Fisher, Julian Wells, Tucker Cain, Barrett Blade, Robert Baldwin: Just before the big wedding, Jason and Claire (Tucker Cain and Mandy Fisher) have a great time at the home of campaigning politician Michael (Frank Harper) where they party with his best man Cory Davidson (Barrett Blade) and Michael's press secretary Stephanie (Gina Ryder) and Claire's friend Talisa (Julian Wells). The plot revolves around this group of bachelors who screw up big time when the stripper they hired for the entertainment (played by the sexy August Avila) ends up dead after she slept with each of the men. There is very little mystery and detective story in this, probably because the film is very short and not long enough to be a real mystery thriller. Instead, it seems to be a realistic-looking story about a politician's big mistake. It is also a sort of "whodunnit" sexual roulette. The stripper slept with each of the men and was found dead so any one of the men could have done it. Twists and turns reveal surprising new revelations and the dramatic moments of the film seem to come towards the end when the conclusion unfolds. Yes, the writing on this film is surprisingly good, a little better than some other of these B movies on Skinemax. The actors have great chemistry and dialogue, and it's always nice to see skinemax regulars Mandy Fisher, Julian Wells, Frank Harper and Barrett Blade all do their thing in the nude. The sex scenes range from decent to excellent. The stripper is shown having sex with Michael the politician (Frank Harper) and it's unclear whether it's anal or doggy style and much of it is shot in semi-darkness. They are also being mysteriously videotaped. The sex scene between Michael and Stephanie (whom we are led to believe are a couple) is far more intimate but also very steamy as he takes her from behind. This one has a fine balance of sex and drama, and the sex is not just coming out of the blue but flows naturally and fits within the storyline. A wonderful B movie. Skinemax films are rarely about drama nor does it ever really get boring so it caters to men as well. Women will enjoy seeing the intimacy on screen and the fact that unlike hardcore porn, the sex is more than clinical and it makes the viewer use their imagination a lot. It is still arousing. As far as acting, don't keep your hopes up. Sometimes it has the same quality as a cheesy B-movie. It's about erotic stories come to life on TV. Before you go to bed, enjoy these films that at best serve as pre-sex entertainment.
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My name is Kaitlynne, but everyone calls me Katie. I grew up in a small farm community about one hour north of Columbus. I was pretty much a wall flower most of my life. I had thick glasses that I wore until the summer after I graduated from high school. And to make it even worse, I wore a size 32-A bra until my senior year. Flat and bespectacled was no way to go through high school. The only things I had going for me was the fact that I was a straight-A student and my naturally light blond hair (special thanks to those Scandinavian genes!). Of course, that brings us to Kevin. Kevin was skinny (5'8" and 130 pounds) and he wore pop bottles for glasses too. We hung around through most of middle school and high school in a bit of a lonely heart club. We actually started to date some our senior year when it became apparent no one else had much of an interest in either one of us. Kevin was the first, and only, guy that I have had sex with. It started late in our senior year as the heavy petting moved to oral sex, and then culminated on the night of our senior prom when I finally let Kevin make love to me. Kevin was about average in size I guess, maybe 5" long when he was erect. And it was the first experience for both of us. So it was brief and bit clumsy, but it still felt good. Over the summer we would hook up every week or so and mess around. I'd like to say it was getting better, but I really don't like to lie. But what Kevin lacked in sexual prowess, I must say he tried to make up for with enthusiasm! During the summer, Kevin and I finally decided to get contacts. By late August, we were both free from glasses. Even with the contacts, Kevin was still, well, Kevin. But between my breasts finally growing into a very perky 34-B and with my contact lenses allowing people to now see my big sky blue eyes, I was starting to get some attention that I never had before. The attention was primarily expressed in stares and cat calls of the local guys, but hey, it was a start! I had grown very nicely into my 5'3", 105 pound frame. Kevin and I both enrolled at Ohio State in the fall. I went into journalism. Kevin did too, not because he had any great interest in writing, but he really wanted to hang with me like high school. I was on scholarship and it was important for me to maintain my grades. So I made a promise to myself, no dating (other than hooking up with Kevin occasionally for sex), just studying. This kept Kevin happy and allowed me to start the first quarter with a 4.00 GPA. The first quarter was tough on Kevin though. I had a lot of guys that would hit on me in the library or in class while Kevin was with me. Most of the guys were Black, oddly. They were by far the biggest offenders of Kevin's territory, often times totally ignoring him as they would tell me how they wanted me and how they would do me. It was crude to say the least. I never gave them any response and they would eventually pimp off. There was like one black girl in our high school, so I don't think Kevin or I was prepared to handle the cultural differences. It may have been college, but these guys were definitely not rocket scientists and definitely lacking in any of the social graces that I was brought up under. I'm guessing most were in their first, and last, quarter at Ohio State. Unfortunately, Kevin didn't do to well his first quarter either. He was placed on academic probation and had to sit out 2nd quarter. He was really bummed. And in spite of his nerdiness, I'll miss him too. He was, after all, my safety net. In the first week of 2nd quarter, I went to the Lantern (the OSU student newspaper) to get my assignment for the upcoming edition. Most of the 1st quarter I did restaurant reviews, which were not a bad gig! The editor was a senior named Matt. Matt was a very good writer, but lacked any organizational skills, which can be helpful when you are the senior editor. When I walked in, Matt looked like he was at his wits end. "What's wrong Matt," I said, "you look flustered." "Damn," he exalted, "Steve ( _the sports editor_ ) went on a three day bender and can't make the Heisman recognition dinner for JD Williams tonight. And of course, Ray, the associate sports editor, tried to out do Steve and he was so blitzed, well we still can't find him. I have no one to go cover the recognition dinner tonight, and it's a page one story. No one... and it starts in less than two hours. And it's black tie too." "Why don't you cover it Steve," I asked? "I have to finish up the rest of the layout tonight, I can't leave Katie," he screamed, "I have the whole back section to do yet. Then he paused for a second, looked at me, and smiled broadly. "Katie, what are you doing tonight?" "A restaurant review," I questioned hopefully.... "No, I don't think that's what the stars have in mind for you this evening. I think you have just been anointed the'_acting_'sports editor for the Lantern. Let me look at you," he said. I just had on a short black casual dress under my rain coat. Not exactly black tie attire I thought. Matt looked me over and said, "Well, _not exactly black tie attire_, but you're cute enough to get away with it. Here, let me get you some back ground material on Williams so you don't make a complete fool of yourself." Matt paused for a second, realizing that he sounded pretty harsh and said, "Don't worry Katie, you'll do fine. This guy has an IQ of about 80 and he'll spend most of the interview just staring at you. Go over this background material and you'll have him eating out of your hand." With that Matt flipped the Williams file to me. "And here is your press pass for the event," Matt said, "Have fun kiddo!" I took my coat off and began my review of the various articles and clippings in the file. JD " _The Freak_ " Williams was 6'8", weighed 265 pounds, played tight end in football, and was a power forward on the basketball team. He ran a 4.3 forty and had a 40" vertical leap. He was an All American in basketball last season and in football this season. JD had a great senior season in football with 105 receptions, 28 receiving touchdowns, and 8 more rushing TDs. Even as a casual fan, I knew that was an incredible season. He also won the Heisman Trophy this year as the best football player in the country, the first time for a tight end. Williams had a pretty impressive athletic background. The only thing I was really in the dark about was, why the nick name? "The Freak" seemed like an odd moniker. I jotted down a reminder on my note pad to follow up on that item. I looked up at the clock and it was already 7:15 PM. With the dinner starting at 7:30, I had to hustle to get over to the campus center for the event. "See you Matt," I said as I threw on my rain coat back on and headed out the door. Matt was in the back of the Lantern office and I heard him yell back, "Remember Katie, it's a page one story!" It had been unseasonably warm for January in Ohio. But the air had cooled significantly over the last couple hours and it was looking like it could snow. With only my light rain coat on, I reached the Campus Center just before my body parts started to turn blue. I was regretting not dressing warmer _and_ a little more appropriately. I only had a pair of thongs on under my skimpy casual dress. Hell, I thought I would be doing a review of some "grill and kill it" diner, not attending a black tie event. Oh well.... The guard at the door stopped me, examined my press credentials, and pointed me toward the press box. When I reached the press area, it was already completely filled. Damn, I knew I should have left earlier. I chatted with a local newspaper writer that I recognized. He suggested I just go down on the main floor and watch the presentation. He said he would make sure that my name was added to the Williams interview list. He told me that the press coordinator would come down and get me when it was my turn, but it might be a little later in the evening, because the major publications always get first dibs. By tradition, the Lantern usually got the last interview. I headed back down to the main floor. I found a table at the back of the seating area that had an open seat. It was filled with four older couples who were, I suspected, part of the athletic booster program. The meals were being served and the dinner speeches were just beginning. The first few speakers were past Heisman trophy winners. I recognized the names but don't really remember any of them playing. Finally, the key note speaker stepped up. It was the outgoing president of the university. She lauded JD not only for his athletic skills, but for the academic excellence he achieved at the university. His last two years at Ohio State JD was an academic All American. I reflected back to what Matt, my editor, said earlier about William's IQ being about 80. It's odd that Matt was so far off base. He was usually very accurate with his statements. JD spoke briefly after the President. His speech was short but fairly well executed. It was the usual assortment of thanking everyone on the team, the coaches, his teachers, et al, for helping him get to where he was today. Even though it was a tad trite, he delivered it with seemingly genuine sincerity. That pretty much wrapped up the evening's agenda and the four older couples excused themselves. They were rushing off to see if they could get a football autographed. The hall emptied pretty quickly, and other than the clean up crew, I was about the last person left. It was about 9:10. I took the time to review my notes just to make sure that I "didn't make a fool of myself" as Matt put it. Finally, at about 10:30 a short stocky guy came running across the room. "Have you seen Steve from the Lantern." he shouted? "That would be me tonight" I responded He paused and then with a smirk said, "Whatever, follow me missy. You don't have long, JD's limo is here and he wants to head home." And with his short fat legs pumping quickly, he headed back to the press area with me chasing behind. "Whoa shorty, where are you going in such a rush," echoed a large voice. The short fat press assistant threw his hands in the air and continued back to the press room. I stopped in my tracks; in front of me stood a giant of a man. It was JD Williams. I knew he was big, but from the back of the room where I had dinner, you didn't get the same sense of the magnitude of his size as you do when standing directly in front of him. He had to tower over me by at least a foot and a half. I must have been staring and had my mouth gaping open, because he just started laughing. "Where's Steve," he cracked. "Don't tell me he went on another three day bender?" "Steve had a scheduling conflict and..." "Yeah, yeah," JD interrupted me, "he scheduled one to many bars the night before and that conflicted with his sobriety! You don't need to cover for his dead ass. OK, lets go to the limo," JD said as he headed toward the exit, "What's your name again?" "Katie," I responded, "and why are we heading to the limo Mr. Williams?" "Well, it's like this Katie," JD paused, "Steve and I have this tradition. He's always gets the last interview and we do it back at my pad. He usually brings the beer though, you got the beer Katie?" "Uh, not exactly," I stammered, "you see my editor said..." "Just kidding Katie," JD laughed, "I think there may be a couple left from the last time Steve came over. You got to lighten up some girl." And before I knew it, there I was in the back of a big black limo sitting next to JD Williams. And damn he was big. He towered over me even more sitting down. "Do you drive," I asked somewhat lamely? "Yup," JD smiled, "But the university insists on this limo thing. I guess they think it will help keep me out of trouble. At least I don't get any DWI's." "So I didn't realize you were also an Academic All American during the last two years in school," I stated a little more boldly. "Yeah, well I did ok," said JD, "But probably not that good. You see, I promised myself many years ago that if I had the opportunity to make big money, I wouldn't end up like most of the brothers who are flat broke the year after they leave professional sports. Hell, last year during the NBA strike, most of the nigga's were broke after their first week with no paycheck. And these guys were pulling down $5 million a year - so sad." "So after one year of majoring in African studies, which is short for 'getting the brothas through school without going to class', I switched my major to Finance and Economics. Pissed off the coaches, but I knew I needed to understand money to manage wealth effectively. "But why don't you think you deserve to be an Academic All American JD," I questioned. JD said, "Well, most of the Profs were surprised beyond belief that a star black athlete was even showing up for class, let alone majoring in finance. And I attended every day, turned in every assignment, participated in the discussions, the whole nine yards. But trust me, I saw the work others were doing, and mine didn't compare. Quite frankly, mine was probably C, C+ material tops. But, I think I exceeded their expectations so much, that's what earned me the grades. Bottom line, I made sure I learned what I needed to know, and that was how to manage wealth." The limo pulled over and stopped in front of a two story hillside home, looking out over a deep ravine. It looked very nice. JD saw that I was surprised. "Hey, it comes with the turf baby," JD smiled. "Wait until you see the inside." We went inside and it was, as JD said, very nice. The center hall opened up to a large great room with a glass wall along the back of the room and a stone fire place in the center. "Have a seat on the couch," JD said, "I'll grab you a beer." "I don't know if I should," I said meekly as I sat on the couch. "Don't worry," JD laughed as he went into the kitchen, "I won't tell Steve you hit his stash!" He came back in the room smiling with two MGDs. "Go ahead and make yourself at home Katie, I'm going to get out of this tux and into something a little more comfortable," JD said as he headed across the room and disappeared down a hall. I took a big gulp of the beer. It tasted good. I don't drink very often, but I was starting to feel a little nervous. Maybe the beer will help relax me. After I took a second big gulp, I fumbled through my notes. I couldn't tell if the nervousness was from worrying about the interview or anticipation of something else. After finishing my beer, I concluded it wasn't the interview that I was concerned about. It was the sexual tension I was beginning to sense. Looking back, I think it started in the limo. It must have been a combination of JD putting me at ease along with his sheer physical presence. JD startled me as he re-entered the room and I dropped my notes. I totally fumbled around trying to pick them up; I'm sure it was because JD had only a pair of boxers on as he came into the room. And my God, he was built..... His chest looked like it was carved from granite and there was not an ounce of fat anywhere on his body as he gracefully moved across the room. He stopped in front of me, looking down, smiling. I finally felt my notes on the floor and picked them up, but I never really took my eyes off of JD's magnificent body. And he continued to smile and gaze at me. After what seemed to be a very long pause, JD, still smiling said, "Katie, the strap on your dress has slipped off your shoulder and you may be showing a little more than you intend to." I glanced down and to my shock the strap of my dress had slipped off my shoulder and both of my nipples were exposed over top of my dress. They must have been out the whole time I was trying to pick up my notes. I took a deep breath, looked back up at JD, and then slowly pulled my dress strap back up on my shoulder. I was trying to cover my embarrassment by being cool about it. Not sure if I was really able to pull that off though. JD smiled and slowly reached down to pick up my empty beer. As he headed back to the kitchen to get another round of drinks he said, "Katie, if it makes you feel better, I didn't see anything. But if I would have seen anything, I would have told you how absolutely beautiful your breasts are." "Thanks," I managed to sputter out just above a whisper, much more for the second comment than the first, I thought. JD returned with two beers for us. He sat on the couch next to me. His presence was so large it was almost, no not almost, it was surreal. "Uh, your next, uh, next draft, I mean next combine....," I was stuttering badly as I tried to shape an interview question. The sexual tension I was feeling was intense and I was having difficulty concentrating on just asking a simple question. JD looked at me and calmly said, "Lets take a break Katie." "Sure," I chirped while taking another big gulp of my beer. JD rose off the couch and took me by my hand. He led me over to the glass doors overlooking a large deck. "That is the nicest hot tub in Columbus, right there Katie," JD smiled pointing to the large steaming tub against the backdrop of trees and falling snow. "It's starting to snow and the moon is full, it doesn't get any nicer than this Katie." With that JD opened the glass door, and with his back to me, slipped off his boxers and headed toward the recessed hot tub. His physique was incredible. His back was rippled with muscles. His legs were solid masses of muscle. And his ass was the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen. He slowly walked toward the hot tub. I watched, mesmerized, as he glided over to the tub. He slowly disappeared as he stepped down into the steamy water. I sat down in a chair next to the glass doors, sucked up my breath, and slipped my dress over my head. Things were moving so quickly, I felt as if I was spinning out of control as I sat topless less than 20 feet away from JD. I like staying in control, so this was not a nice feeling. But my physical attraction to this man was overwhelming my senses. And my desire to maintain control was quickly loosing ground to my own physical desire. I heard JD call out from the just beyond the still open glass doors, "The water feels great Katie, you need to come in." "JD, I really don't have anything to wear out to the tub," I called back. "Hey Katie, it's not like I haven't seen your breasts already, and from what I saw, they were way too beautiful to keep covered anyway. Now get out here before I come back in and drag you out here." My top was off and I started to go out but sat back down on the couch instead. I was almost breathless with anticipation of what might be happening. After pausing for a moment, I took another deep breath and pulled my thong off as well. One more deep breath I thought, and I'm going for it. At that moment I looked up and saw JD standing in the doorway staring at me, with just a towel around his mid section. Speechless, I just laid back on the couch and admired the most incredible physical specimen I have ever seen. The feeling and the moment was apparently being shared by JD as well. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen Katie," JD said barely above a whisper. "Absolutely and completely stunning," he repeated. We stared at each other in mutual admiration, lust, and anticipation for several poignant moments. JD came over and gently picked me up off the couch. I literally felt lost in his grasp of his large hands and arms as he carried me outside. The snow was coming down heavier now but I could not feel the cold at all. I felt safe and warm all over in JDs big arms as I closed my eyes and nuzzled against his massive chest. The next thing I felt was the hot steam escaping the water as we entered the hot tub. JD sat me on one of the seats in the tub and he sat directly in front of me. The water came up to just under my breasts and it felt wonderful. "Ok Katie, one more question, and then we are done with the interview for tonight. Fire away." "JD Williams, why do they call you 'The Freak'," I asked, proud that at least I remembered one of my questions and still had enough composure to deliver it with some gusto. JD laughed out loud. "Two reasons Katie, one football related, one not. In football, I basically run most of my sets as a wide receiver, not a tight end. That makes me a 6'9" 270 pound WR, and more often than not, I being covered by some one who is about 5'9". I'm way too strong for them to check me at the line, far too tall for them to cover, and flat out too fast for them to stick with. And in football terms, that makes me a 'Freak'. " "Makes sense," I responded, "So, JD, _what is the non-football related reason for the nick- name?_ " "I'm not sure you're ready for the other reason they call me 'The Freak' Katie," JD said with a sly smile. "Hey, I'm a big girl JD, I can handle it...Come on, tell me," I pleaded. JD smiled at me for a few more moments, and then he slowly stood up and positioned himself directly in front of me. Dangling in front of my eyes was what had to be the largest cock in the world. It was shiny black, the moon light glistening off the water that beaded across the surface of his skin. It had to be over a foot long and it had the circumference of a damn coke can. Jesus, it was longer and thicker than my forearm! I looked up at JD and asked sheepishly "Oh my gawd," I stuttered, "can I.....can I touch it?" JD had a very sincere smile and gently said, "Absolutely Katie. And now," he said softly, "You know the other reason they call me 'The Freak'." I wrapped my hand around the shiny slick shaft of JD's cock. It was so thick that my fingers didn't touch. I could feel his cock begin to move about and pulsate as I touched it and ran my hand along his shaft. Incredibly, it was starting to get longer, thicker, and more erect right in front of my eyes. The excitement of touching and feeling his huge cock was incredible as it grew even larger. I squeezed and stroked JD's cock and it jumped and gyrated within my grasp. I leaned toward JD and gently guided his large cock to my mouth. My God, I thought, I'll never get that in my mouth - but I had to try. My mouth could barely stretch over the bulbous head of his cock that I swear was the size of a small black fist. As it finally slid into my mouth, I circled his head with my tongue and stroked his shaft with both my hands. JD softly grasped my head and moved it in rhythm with his hips as he slowly pushed his cock in and pulled out of my eager mouth. JD was rock hard now. The power his cock exuded was incredible and I was totally mesmerized as it slid in and out of my mouth. JD moved one of his hands down to my breasts and began to caress me. His hand literally covered both of my breasts. "Your nipples are beautiful Katie," JD said, "They are the pinkest nipples I have ever seen." I would have thanked him for the compliment, but I really couldn't say anything with my mouth full. He slipped his hands under my arms and slowly lifted me up, out of the water. I placed my arms around his bull neck and wrapped my legs around his waist as he pulled me toward him. I was being supported by the long shaft of his rigid cock between my legs and JD had moved both his large hands and had them cupped under my ass for additional stability. JD slowly moved my ass up and down the length of his hard cock, rubbing my pussy back and forth across the entire length of his shaft. My pussy was dripping wet, a result of being in the hot tub and of my sexual desire being totally out of control, and it slid easily back and forth across JDs throbbing cock. I looked JD in the eyes and gave his a soft sensuous kiss. He had the softest lips I have ever kissed. My mouth just seemed to melt into his. I let my tongue dart between his soft lips and I playfully caressed his tongue. The next think I knew, my mouth was filled with JD's tongue. Like his cock, it was rather large and it filled my mouth as I sucked on it. "Let's go back inside Katie, I want to fuck you bad," JD said. I think I managed a make a sound that was reasonably close to a yes and JD stepped out of the hot tub, with me still draped around his body, and carried me into the house. My arms were still wrapped around his neck, my legs wrapped around his waist, and my head was buried in the warmth and safety of his chest as we moved through the living room to his bedroom. JD laid me down on the king size bed and gazed at me as he went over to the master bath. He returned with towels. "Here gorgeous, dry your self off some," JD said. JD stood beside the bed drying his magnificent body. I never took my eyes off his still bulging cock. Satisfied that he was sufficiently dry, JD slid in beside me on the bed, and we began kissing again. He rolled over on top of me. It was almost frightening to have someone that large on top of you. JD must have sensed my fear as he paused and said, "Don't worry Katie, I'll be gentle." And then JD slid his cock down and then back up across my still soaking wet pussy. He slowly repeated the motion up and down, up and down, sending shivers through my body. JD continued this for the next 5 minutes while kissing me softly and sweetly. Every so often, JD would start to gently push the head of his cock into my pussy and then he would pull it out and go back to rubbing his shaft up and down between my legs. Every time he did this my anticipation grew and I could feel myself building toward an orgasm. I came two, maybe three times during this foreplay. It was incredible and he had not really put his cock in me yet. But now, with each pass up and down his shaft JD would stop and push the head of his cock a little deeper into me. Even though my pussy was soaking wet, he was still meeting a lot of resistance. No doubt a result of his extra large cock and my very tight pussy. Something was going to have to give. Finally JD was able to work the head of his cock completely into my pussy. Even at that point, I felt filled. He started moving the head of his cock in and out a little quicker. It felt so good. But I wasn't prepared for what happened next. JD thrust hard and about half his cock made it into my pussy and he pulled it out just as quickly. Even though it was a quick move that lasted no more than a few seconds, it literally took my breath away as I let out a loud gasp. "Oh my God, JD, oh God you are so huge," I gasped. And before I could say anything else, JD thrust again, a little harder and a little deeper. And then again, harder and deeper, and again..... My eyes rolled back into my head as the intensity of the pleasure and pain was causing me to almost pass out. JD was now fucking me hard, even though he was only able to get about half his cock into my pussy. The bed was rocking hard against the wall and I swear the walls seemed to be moving, hell the whole room seemed to be spinning. I was breathless and really was just holding on to him as tight as I could, screaming now with each savage thrust of his muscular 270 pound frame and his pulsating cock. "Katie," JD said between thrusts, "Your pussy is so tight, so damn tight, it feels great wrapped around my cock." I think I managed to grunt a barely audible affirmative sound. I couldn't really form sentences in between my gasps and screams as JD's cock pushed into parts of my pussy that had never been reached before. I was having orgasm after orgasm, each seemingly a little bigger and stronger than the last. I was cumming so much that my pussy was soaked in my own juices and a large wet spot was forming on the bed under my ass. The sight of JD's cock ramming into my hot pink pussy was intense, but the squishing sound of my pussy juices being pushed in and pulled out was just incredible. I was literally on the verge of blacking out from the intensity when JD rolled me over and mounted me from behind doggy style. My arms and legs were so weak from the furious fucking that I could barely hold up my 105 pound frame. JD sensed that I was hanging from a thread and he slowed his strokes as he slowly pushed his massive throbbing cock into my soaking wet pussy. He was moving slower, but now with longer and deeper strokes. Within minutes I was totally orgasmic again, experiencing one monster orgasm right after another. JD was working his cock deeper and deeper into my tight pussy. With every penetrating stroke I would find myself literally gasping for air. It was as if he was pushing the air out of my lungs with each pounding stroke of his massive cock. My arms were so shaky and weak they finally gave out and my head fell into the fluffy pillow as JD continued to pound my pussy, driving deeper and deeper. His thrusts were now driving my whole body deeper into the pillow as he started fucking faster and harder. My eyes were rolled completely back in my head and I felt lightheaded. I had no idea that sex could be like this, none at all. The mingling of pain and pleasure had me in a state of arousal that was indescribable. JD's whole cock now disappeared into my pussy with each massive stroke in and he was pulling his monster cock almost completely out before thrusting powerfully back in. My juices were flying out of my pussy with each penetrating stroke. I could feel my juices splash over my ass and my legs as it squirted out. "Holy shit Katie, you are coming like a freight train," JD shouted. "Damn girl," JD said with obvious pride, "you are making a lake on my bed." Sure enough, under our sweaty bodies there was a puddle of my pussy juice that had squirted out during my many intense orgasms. JD was a machine, he had fucked me furiously and non-stop for over an hour in every imaginable position. My orgasms were so intense that I actually started to black out briefly as I came. Both of us were drenched in combination of our sweat and the juices which were flowing freely from my pussy. My pussy was stretched beyond what I could ever imagine possible. As JD pulled his pounding cock out of my pussy with an audible pop, I could only imagine how wide my pussy must be gaping. JD positioned himself back in the missionary position and started fucking harder than he had all night. "Katie, I'm getting close, I'm going to come hard," JD said deeply. "Can I cum on your face Katie?" "Oh God yes, JD," I panted. I wanted to tell him how much I wanted to suck every drop of his cum, but JD was fucking me so intensely that I couldn't even talk. His muscular 270 pound frame was slamming me with such force that his King size bed was moving across the room. Suddenly I had my biggest orgasm yet. I found myself screaming hysterically as I tried to match his massive thrusts with my tiny 105 pound frame while every nerve in my body was exploding with tingling sensations. JD pulled his monstrous, throbbing cock out of my pussy and scooted up until he was straddling my face. His cock was looming directly in front of my face. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was engorged with blood and I could see it throbbing. It was slick and shiny with my juices coating the entire unbelievable length I could see some of his juices had already starting to seep out of his cock. I gently took my tongue and licked the first few drops and then slid and swirled my tongue around the huge head of his cock. As JD stroked his huge cock he grasped the back of head pulled me closer. I could hear his breathing getting more rapid and I opened my mouth in eager anticipation of his climax. "Oh Katie," screamed JD, "I'm cumming, I'm cumming hard," as he ran his big hand up and down the massive shaft. JD exploded into my wide open mouth. The first shot was so strong that it stung as it hit the back of my mouth. His second and third shots were equally strong and my mouth quickly filled with his cum. The next shot I felt across my cheek, followed by shots off my forehead, the side of my nose, and again on my cheek. There was so much cum in my mouth that it was flowing out of both sides as well as down my throat. JD shoved his still squirting cock back into my mouth and I sucked as vigorously as I could on the huge head. I wanted to suck every drop of cum from his beautiful cock. "Katie, I can't tell you how beautiful you look sucking my cock with my cum all over your face." JD pulled his cock slowly out of my mouth. I wrapped both of my hands around his cock and held his head above my mouth. I licked off copious amounts of cum that remained around his head and was still seeping from the tip of his cock. I licked and sucked and swallowed every drop of his juice that I could find on his magnificent tool. JD rolled over and smiled. "Katie, I think you need a shower girl," he softly said. "Yes, but I don't think I can walk JD," I said, "and I'm not just saying that." JD picked me up from the bed and carried me into the shower. I was able to stand, barely, and he turned on the shower for me. He did not leave; he stood and watched me shower. We stared intently at each other as I soaped up my body, realizing that what we experienced that evening was a special time for both of us. "Katie," JD said haltingly, "Would you come to Chicago with me for the NFL draft next week?" It was the first time I heard anything but total confidence in his voice. I smiled at JD, but paused before responding. Sometimes you don't have to have 270 pounds of muscle to be powerful. And at that moment, I sensed that it was I who had all the power.... Coming next.... The NFL Draft
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It was quite a long journey for my wife, from Bhatinda to Munich. I received her at the airport and we departed towards our apartment. I have not seen her for six months. I could feel her radiating mild heat sitting next to me in the taxi. She had traveled for 30 hours, with two children. I could understand the state of her stiff body and lack of sleepiness. Still I wanted to have her as early as possible. We are married for 5 years. I am 33 and she is 27. We are living a happy life. We are settled in Germany. She went back to India six months before to see our family. Being a satisfied couple, I never considered having sex with any other woman in her absence. But in her absence, I have been browsing erotic stories especially of Indian origin, and these excited me a lot. I particularly liked stories related to varied adventures of married couples. So I decided to post my experiences. To begin, I am posting a real incidence. I intend to post some of my fantasies later. When we reached our apartment, our children were already asleep. We threw the suitcases and bags in the living and sat down. Pinky was wearing a blue jeans and a bulky jacket. She took off her jacket, revealing herself in a white shirt and a sweater on top of it. I looked at her healthy thighs in jeans and a round ass pushing outwards. She looked at me and smiled. She must have seen extreme desire in my eyes for her. But she sat down in front of me. Probably she was too tired to think about anything else. Looking at my children fast asleep, I moved and sat beside her. Grabbing her from back of her neck with my right hand, I buried my lips onto hers. It was a hard French kiss. After few seconds, she pushed me back. I could feel her a bit dizzy, due to intensity of kiss and partially due to her tiredness. After this first kiss in six months, I had decided to have her rudely. Looking at my mood, she stood up, saying that she had to go to toilet. As she started towards toilet, I moved behind her swinging hips. Before she could lock the door of toilet, I pushed the door and was inside with her. I could see a big surprise in her eyes. She never had me with her in the toilet in this way. Well we took bath together one or two time before, but it was after we had sex. Looking at her cute little face in astonishment, I felt an extreme hard on within my pants. I grabbed her from her small waist, leaned a bit to adjust my height (5 feet, 10 inches) to her 6 inches shorter frame and kissed her again. She pushed me away again. "What are you doing Modi," she said, but her voice was full of desire and surprise. "Nothing new," and started kissing again, this time forcing my tongue to open her closed teeth. She resisted a bit and then opened her mouth to accept my tongue. I was kissing her vigorously with my hands on her jeans clad ass now. My tongue lapping in and out of her sweet mouth, brushing her teeth and lubricating her lips with a mixed of hers and my saliva. In the process, I bit her lower lips so hard that she almost screamed. Looking at my mood, she decided to halt the proceedings, saying: "Enough, Go out, I have to use toilet." With a devilish smile on my face, I said: "No," and swung her around holding her right arm. The swing was so powerful that she sprang to a 180 degree twist. Now she was facing the mirror on top of sink with her ass towards me. I cupped her fully dressed boobs in my hands and grind my groin against her buttocks. She sighed but did not say anything to stop me. I placed my mouth just below her ear and started biting her. I knew thats what make her very horny. After a few seconds, she started moaning. I do not have words to describe the sounds generated by her mouth, though. But it was very horny making me further my quest. While I was biting her veins near her right ear, I pushed my hands inside her sweater and shirt and cupped her breasts above her bra. In the process, she sighed as my hands touched the skin of her belly after a long time. My dick was now like an iron rod, trying to push thick fabric of jeans so much that I could bet that she could feel it through her jeans grinding right in the valley of her ass cheeks. She probably knew what was coming next. That is why, she pleaded in a breathless sound: "Enough Modi... please." But who the hell was going to stop at that point. "Shut up," I said. And my hands were inside her bra, holding her naked boobs. Pinky has an excellent body. She looks so young that no one can imagine her being mother of two. She has a fairly white complexion. Though a bit on the shorter side, her overall frame is nothing but an extreme proportion. Not a pound of extra meat, she has a perfect pair of boobs and a rocking pair of ass cheeks to support her frame. I always loved her boobs in my hands, big enough to fill my big hands completely leaving just the margins out. After few minutes of relishing her boobs and making right side of her neck completely wet and bruised with my onslaught, I knew that there was no chance of her returning back from this point. I decided to try few things that I had never tried before in last five years. So I pushed my hands down to her waist. Now she was holding the sink with both hands, her head looking down. I knew she was anticipating my next move. My hands reached to her jeans zipper and undone her jeans waist button. Quickly I unzipped her jeans and grabbed her jeans from behind pushing it down. Out came her creamy ass in white cotton panties. I snaked her neck with my left hand to straighten her head and with my right hand, I pushed her smooth panties down. She was now having ass bare to the middle of her thighs and my dick was forcefully buried inside her warm valley. I gave a jerk to her neck with my left hand so that she opens her eyes. I looked into her eyes in the mirror reflection, pushing the dick further. There was nothing in her eyes except desire. I was not able to bear it anymore. I swung her around and grabbed her long black hair behind the neck. She almost cried when I pulled her hair down leaving blue veins of front of her neck for my view. Pulling her towards me, I placed my lips on hers and had a long passionate kiss. She sighed with satisfaction of our extreme love. But that was last romantic move from me on that day, because after that kiss, I pushed her down still pulling her hair. I could see an expression of surprise in her eyes. But that was not the only expression. I could clearly see a lust of anticipation of what could be the next. As she sat in from of me, my dick hard to its full capacity, a little bit more than 8 inches, was hanging in front of her eyes. She has been sucking my dick on a regular basis, but not like this. It was normally in the bed, in a dim night bulb, lying beside me and facing away from me. Obviously, not in full light and in a sitting position in front of me, so that I can see her every move. She was hesitant and knew what I wanted. I knew I didn't have to give her a chance to think. So I pulled her hair backwards with such a force that her mouth was open. At that point I leaned forward, and pushed my dick inside the passage flagged by her red wet lips. She jiggled her head to get rid of my grip and get rid of the intrusion into her mouth. But I was not in a mood to grant her decency. I kept pulling her hair. At one point she was so much in pain that I could see a disapproval in her eyes. I knew that if I continue with her like that she would revolt and would start crying. I decided to let her hair away. But before that I wanted to finish with the new thing that we had never done before. I pushed my pelvic further ahead, and in a big thrust shoved my all 8 inched down her throat. At the same time, I relieved her hair and placed both hand on back of her head, keeping her nose pushed into hair of my pelvic. I knew she would be frustrated and would resist. So I kept her head pushed towards me with both my hands. Though more than 2 inches of my cock of was inside her throat, I was so much occupied by task of keeping it that way for at least few seconds that I could not feel the sensation of doing it for the first time. It was not more than 10 seconds that I decided to set her free, expecting a fierce response. But in response she gave me first surprise of the day. She pushed her head back. A streak of saliva was hanging from her lower lip as my 2 inches dick head popped out of her mouth. She looked towards me with wet eyes and than lowered her gaze towards the red hot rod. Without wasting anytime, she placed her hands onto my thighs and slided whole of 8 inches back into the love box. This time my member slid into her throat like a knife penetrates into a buttur piece. She kept my cock there for few seconds and then moved her head back again. As soon as the head approached to her lips again, she reversed the direction of her head, and it was deep down her thorat again. My lovely wife was fucking my dick with her throat like a slut and I was in heavens. I leaned forward, grabbed her shirt and sweater from the sides and pulled those over her head. Due to this action, he lost my dick and looked towards me again. Her lips were wet and red, and a bit swollen. Without wasting time, I freed her boobs from the bra. She got rid of her jeans and panties which was still hanging in her feet. I lifted her up holding both her hands, and fetched her frame closer to me. As soon as fists of my hands reached to the ass cheeks, I raised both hands and astonished her with a powerful blow on her ass. The slap was so forceful that she jumped onto my chest, her feet loosing their grip. After balancing her body, she looked into my eyes, with a pair of eyes clearly indicating a pain inside. To my surprise, she retaliated and slap my face with her hand. I smiled and holding her head with both hands, bit her on lower lips. This time, she actually cried. But I was not in a mood to give her any mercy. I made her face the mirror again, and started slapping her ass without break. These were about 20 blows, and then I stopped. Looking down I could see her ass turning red. Without any hesitation, I sat down and stated lapping her red bruised ass cheeks with my tongue. May be she was sobbing, but I could not hear anything. After making her ass completely wet with my saliva, I parted her ass cheeks and flipped her asshole with the tip of my tongue. She shivered and bucked forward. I pushed myself up and stated tonguing her asshole. After a while I heard her voice: "mmmmmmm, hhmmmmmm," she was definitely enjoying it. Feeling her passion I hoped that tonight she would bless me with her virgin asshole. But I had to wait. For now I really needed to fuck her wet pussy. I sat on the toilet seat with my dick smiling at the roof. She was a bit hesitant to be fucked at this place, but I fetched her towards me. Automatically she parted her legs, one each side of my both knees, and started lowering her pelvic towards the target. It took a moment before I was completely buried inside her and she was sitting in my lap. I had never seen her so supportive in sex. She stretched her thighs upwards in a swift motion and grind her hips again to take my full dick. She started fucking me fanatically almost matching the speed I used to move my piston in and out of her when I was on top of her. I was astonished to see her retaining that pace in that difficult position. I had to cum really. That was more than what I expected. After few more strokes, I filled her love hole with my juices. She also ejaculated with me at the same time, mixing her juices with mine. To be continued... Please post responses and suggestion. After I land I hurry through the passport checkpoint and the luggage collectors. I know you are on the other side waiting for me. I was supposed to have arrived almost two hours ago, but who can trust the airlines anymore? I see you almost immediately as I cross the sliding doors. You look just like in the pictures you send me, and look boiling hot in that shirt and skirt you are wearing. My cock throbs with anticipation. I had a nice hotel room, but now we only have one hour until my connection flight takes off. Time to be creative. We kiss, and I tell you what is going on. I am not willing to let this opportunity pass, so I insist that we go somewhere private. Obviously we end up in the parking lot. We speed to the back of the parking and we find a medium SUV, parked distant enough to the wall so as to have room. I throw all my luggage to the floor and throw myself onto you, pushing you against the wall as I kiss you deeply in your mouth. You can feel my hard dick against your pussy and your hips rock involuntarily, grinding your cunt against it. Now I know you are horny. Soon my hand is under your skirt and on top of your dam panties. I slide my fingers um and down, not penetrating but separating your lips as they pass. You are getting very exciting I would already be moaning, if it wasn't for my mouth on yours that silences them. I can feel them, your tongue pushing harder and vibrating in my mouth. Now you are grabbing my dick though my pants and you bring it out, beginning to slide your hand up and down slowly. I have put your panties to the side and I have two fingers deep in your pussy. My fingers are fucking you and your moaning is unstoppable now. I continue to frantically fuck you with both my fingers. I can feel you are just about to come and, suddenly, I stop. My fingers are still inside your pussy, but now my finger are quite, still, until I flex them backwards and push directly on top of your G-point. Slowly I start finger fucking you again, this time slowly. Pressing hard and the releasing, once and again. Your shirt is completely open and your tits are hanging there, I put one in my mouth and suck you nipple, I alternate sucking and biting it until it is rock hard, then I begin to lap it. Your first orgasm hits and your cum poor through my fingers to the floor. You fall onto your knees, I don't know if because of eagerness, or just because your legs have given in. It doesn't matter, my dick is just there and you put it in your mouth. You begin to slurp and suck on it while your other hand plays with my balls. Then you start deepthroating me, mi dickhead on your tonsils. I can feel your throat gagging. Then you stop, put it out and then in again as you facefuck my cock once and again until I can take it no more and come litters allover your tits. You gently jerk my cock until I stop coming and a little more, slowly sucking it and cleaning it with your tongue. I grab you and make you stand up and push you against the hood of the minivan. I spread your legs and kneel down in front of you. I put one of you legs on my shoulder and put my mouth around your clit, which I begin to suck and bite and roll and twist in my mouth. Then I stop and pass my tongue, just the very tip between your anus and pussy, caressing you soft skin. Then I go back and I run my tongue by your inner lips, all around your pussy and then I french kiss it, sticking my tongue as deep as I can, twirling and twisting it. You are about to come again and I turn you around and eat you from behind, putting your whole pussy in my mouth, chewing it while one hand works your clit and the other probes the entry of your ass. You are frantically pulling and twisting your nipples and then I fell it again, you start trembling and are about to cum again, so I stand up, my hard dick in my hand I put it in the entrance of your slit. I continue to work your clit while my cock head slides up and down on your pussy entrance. You beg my to put it in you, but I don't. I continue my tease until you start cumming again, and just then I stick deep and hard in you, and I fuck you fast, deep hard, at the same time you are cumming, you cannot come down, because of my riding you just stop cumming to begin again. I bend you over the car and I fuck you from behind but up to down, sometimes hitting your sweet spot. I put a thumb up your ass at the same time with my free hand I grab one of your nipples. The sight is amazing, and I want to put it up your ass, but I am not sure whether you like it, and I am too excited to ask, so I continue pounding you and fucking your ass with my thumb until I know I am about to come. Then I put it out and once again I turn you and lie you against the hood. I put my dick between your tits for me to fuck them. As I slide up and down, you open your mouth and let the tip of my cock in your mouth and I grab the nipples that are pointing at me and turn them as radio dials. Soon I feel my balls contract and my dick explodes all over again. I check my watch. Just in time for my next connection. Abby lay on her bed in the sorority house, one giant tit lay on her torso, the other over her arm and onto the bed, both still steady leaking small amounts of milk. Talking to Jenna and Jamie was enough to get her aroused enough to need to masturbate. Her fingers deftly worked her own pussy, finding all the familiar spots she knew and softly moaning, her lips parted as she breathed heavily. The fact that she was so fat and curvy now, along with whatever had been in her drinks tonight, left her feeling like she was on a cloud. ~~~ Abby had come into the party like all the other people there, ready to eat a little, drink some, maybe get a little tipsy and have some fun. She had been waiting all year to wear the outfit she had on: A sexy green and red elf costume, complete with prosthetic ears and a neat little hat, which showed off her svelte and slim figure, it was even midriff bearing. Abby was annoyed that the catering had arrived late, but she knew that the food would be worth it. This was the same company that had catered the past couple years, and they always delivered. Abby had sworn she had seen one of the workers from the catering company before, but she wasn't sure. She didn't really care though, Abby lived for eggnog and the little finger foods they served at these, and quickly got some of both. She sat on a couch, socializing with some other sorority members and took a swig of the eggnog. Abby was taken back a bit, it was really good! She took another gulp of it, feeling a heat rise over her body, and a hunger in her stomach. She quickly ate the meager amount of finger foods she had, then went for more. Her tight clothing felt tighter, but maybe it was something in the eggnog. She paid it no mind as she filled her plate with more food. She went back to the couch, feeling strange. She nibbled at her food, soon tossing bites into her mouth as her body felt.. softer. Her top was tightening as she sat back down, feeling her chest bounce a little, she looked down to see her previously flat chest now had breasts hanging from it. She blushed and looked around, then blushed more. All around her, everyone who had eaten or drank was bigger. She gasped and panted a little, taking a swig of her eggnog. The eggnog! She took another sip and watched her body. She suppressed a moan as she felt more arousal, her body was slowly and steadily growing. Her now soft stomach growled and she quickly ate her food, she downed the rest of her eggnog then got up and hurried to the bathroom, she HAD to watch this. Feeling her softer body move while she quickly walked was an amazingly arousing experience. Abby wasn't into being fat, fat girls, or gaining weight, but something that she had ingested had her on such a sexual edge that any body part moving was keeping her absolutely dripping. Where normal she would be repulsed or turned off, she found herself that much more into whatever was happening to herself and -from what she could see- everyone else. Ashley's boobs were spilling from her dress while two others eyed them greedily. Mary's hips were so wide she took up the space of two people on the sofa she was sat on. Claire's thighs were so meaty that even as she put her feet apart and bent over to tease her boyfriend, they still touched almost to her knees. Abby could feel her own wetness running down her thighs as she finally reached the bathroom. She strode to the mirror, intently watching for the changes she could already feel. Abby looked at herself in the mirror, the pristine glass surface perfectly reflecting her body back to her. Her face was fuller, no longer did her cheeks indent or her jaw have sharp lines, now they were soft. Her shoulders had rounded, no longer bony as her top groaned. She brought her hands to her breasts, her pudgy palms meeting her burgeoning breasts far sooner than she was used to. She gasped as she felt her nipples pushing into her palms as the soft supple flesh piled up. She undid the first of the three oversized buttons, watching as her newly formed cleavage gently rose like dough from the garment, she bit her lip and undid another, her udders wobbling as her nipples continued growing, now the size of grapes. Her sheer size made her gasp again, her mouth hanging open as her brow furrowed and her head tilted back. He hands flipped down to the sink, steadying herself as she felt her own wetness full run down her legs. She had never been much of a squirter before, but - as with everything else going on- she didn't question it, she only reveled in the ecstasy of it. Her belly also rose like dough, the formerly gentle feminine curve now a soft tummy, with love handles pushing over the waist of her skirt. Her skirt, a short skirt to begin with, now tightened as her ass spilled from the bottom, the round cheeks wobbling as her feet made small movements reflective of her pleasure. These waves travelled across her tremulous thunder thighs and thick calves. Her body had become thick, plush, heavy, and soft; and she was hungry for more. Abby turned from the mirror, relishing in how her body made extra movements after turning. She moaned and held herself, feeling her arms squish into her soft fat. Her hands gripped her soft belly, then slid down to her hips, around to her plush ass, and then slid back up over her smooth and inviting skin and cupped her -what she thought at the time- gigantic breasts, the biggest she had ever seen!. She moaned again. She was so big and she loved it, but something deep inside her was ravenous for more. Abby stepped out of the bathroom, determined to get back to the buffet table, the drink station, and get as many hands on her as possible. She burst through the door and came as she bumped into a body that was far bigger than her own. Abby stumbled back against the wall and caught herself as she felt her own juices run down between her thighs, the warmth exhilarating. "Abby?" "Kenzie?" Abby responded, taking in her friend. Kenzie had been overweight before this, sporting an overall round body, no part of her particularly larger than any other. Now, however, she was huge! Her titanic tits sloped down to either side of her gigantic belly, which hid her crotch from view as it wobbled from the movements of her gargantuan legs. A thick, flabby, arm reach out to Abby and helped her steady her footing. "Abby! I'm glad you're here! Me and Ken were about to go have some fun in the bathroom." Kenzie looked back at the man with her, Ken apparently, and stroked the giant cock pulsing out of the top of his pants. "He's grown about as much as me.." she moaned, "Want to help me with him?" "Y-Yes!" Abby responded instantly, looking at Ken, his body was very muscular and toned, his pants far too small for the amount of cock and ball inside them. She felt her body quiver as she watched his package pulse. She couldn't help herself, she needed it. She wanted it. She had to have it. Abby lunged forward and placed her mouth on his cock. Ken moaned as Abby took in as much as she could, the head fully entered her eager mouth as did a few extra inches. "Aren't you eager?" Kenzie giggled and fondled Abby ass, squeezing the plush flesh through her skirt. Kenzie laughed a bit more as she felt Abby's pussy heat against her hand as she came, squirting her cum all over her hand. She brought it up to her mouth and licked it, not noticing her body grow fatter, but very much feeling her renewed arousal. Kenzie continues to finger Abby, periodically bring her hand up to lick it clean, her arousal mounting higher alongside her weight with each lick. It doesn't take much longer for Ken to orgasm, Abby eagerly trying to get as much of his cream-tasting cum into her stomach as possible. Abby's eyes popped open as she realized that her stomach had filled, her hands cradled it, feeling how full it was made her gush onto Kenzie's hand again. Abby stood up and stepped back, some of Ken's load pumping out onto the floor before another girl -one Abby didn't know- latched onto it and took a lot of it down her throat as her pudgy stomach quickly filled with it. Abby rubbed her stomach as she felt warmth spread over her, more juices running down her leg. The final button plinked off her top as her breasts surged in size, reaching down to her waist, her areola becoming the size of palms and her nipples the size of thumbs. She gasped and moaned as her belly softened and her legs thickened, her skirt barely holding on. Abby retreated back into the bathroom to see her new self. She gazed greedily at her gelatinous jugs, her eye widening at how her nipples swelled slightly, then started dripping milk. She excitedly gripped her teats, milk spraying out onto the floor. Abby moaned, cumming yet again, her sexual high almost too much for her mind to handle. She turned to exit back out when Kenzie, Ken, and a couple other girls came in, stopping as they saw Abby's milk leaking onto the floor. "Milk Me~" Abby moaned. The group pulled her in and she found herself against the wall. Ken inserted his huge meat into her slopping wet pussy as the two other girls started drinking from her overflowing tits. Abby's eyes rolled back as the waves of pleasure and orgasm overtook her, unable to make any sounds, tears rolling down her face from the sheer euphoria. The two girls heads were eclipsed by her udders. "F~Fuuhh~" Abby moaned again as Kenzie came up. This went on for a while. Abby eventually emptied, the two girls going on to suck down something else, allowing an exhausted Abby to leave. She hazily waddled out, loving the feeling of her giant udders swaying from side to side as she waddled across the main room of the party. People offered her food as she waddled, which she ate; people asked to drink from her udders, which she let them; Abby finally entered the hall to her room, and hug Jenna and Jamie, enticing them to join her... ~~~ The door slowly opens as Jenna shuffles in, not sure of what she'll find. She pauses for a moment, feeling a rush of arousal come over her as she's captivated by the sight of Abby on her bed, her succulent udders leaking creamy milk, begging to be suckled from. Abby didn't seem to hear the two enter. Jenna sets down her load of food and eggnog, taking her eyes off Abby for only a moment. "Do you think the eggnog did that too her?" Jamie whispered to Jenna. Jenna didn't respond, she just grabbed a glass of eggnog and carried it over to Abby. "Hey! I-- we, decided to join you, a-and I brought you some eggnog!" Jenna blushed at the size of Abby's tits. "Oh! Thank you, I-" Abby took a minute to sit upright, her breasts near audibly sloshing as she moved, they came to rest on her lap, her nipples still leaking. "-- was getting thirsty." she winks at Jenna as she takes a gulp, moaning while her fat body plumps up further, and moaning a slight bit as she squirms. "Did you bring anything to eat?" "Yea, we have some, b-but it's for Emily." Jamie replies, her own knees feeling a little weak at the sight before her. Abby smiled at her as Jenna brought a plate to her. "Thanks!" she responded and started eating. "I guess it is the eggnog doing this..." Jamie says, watching as Abby grew fatter right in front of her eyes, the woman's tits swelling ever larger, covering her lap and starting to rest on the milk-soaked bed. "God, isn't that eggnog just the best?" Abby asks between bites, "And I see you two have probably had some." Jenna nods excitedly "Y-yea... not much though. How much have you had?" Jamie asks "I've had... a lot," Abby giggles, "Though, a few people said my milk is pretty similar now." she turned her sentence at the end, like a tease. "Can we try some?" Jenna asks, sitting in front of Abby. "You can have as much as you want." Abby smiled, setting aside her empty plate. Jenna smiled and tried to lift Abby tit to her mouth, but it was heavy. Abby slid back down on the bed, to her back. Jenna spooned Abby's udder, wrapping her arms around it to hold it in place as the large nipple entered her mouth, a steady stream already present. Jamie felt her wetness leak down between her fat thighs as she watched Jenna start growing fatter with each gulp. Her overtaxed dress quickly overflowing with soft fat flesh and ripping apart. Her belly rose like dough and reached further down her thighs. Her thighs growing in circumference as her huge hips pushed to be twice as wide as her shoulders, her own tits filling with fat and rounding, possibly with her own milk. Jenna moaned between gulps, the feeling of the warm milk making her sensitive body fatter was a lot to take in, her inner thighs became drenched from her own orgasms. "C'mon Jamie, it's fun with more! My other udder is begging for you!." Abby called from behind her tit, moaning in pleasure between words.
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Th' expense of spirit in a waste of shame Is lust in action, and till action, lust Is perjured, murd'rous, bloody full of blame, William Shakespeare, Sonnet 129 Are some of us born more naked than others? Brought into the world ready to take in every criticism, suggestion, or unkind remark as gospel, increasing the shame and humiliation delivered along with the placenta? If so, maybe that manner of coming into the world created my submissive nature – or maybe my submissive nature merely makes me comfortable with embarrassment and shame. In the daily rush of getting through life, these are questions I don't need to answer. However, I think understanding requires going all the way back to the beginning. Firstborn, with three years of being the only child, I competed with careers, a marital relationship less than a year old when I was born, and utterly incompatible spouses who had no idea how to parent. I needed the attention every child needs, so I learned to try harder, to try all the time, and to get used to disappointment and failure. I didn't learn to love failure and disappointment, but I accepted that they were and always would be part of my life. When my brother arrived, I became the little mother at age three, seeing that caretaking might be the way in which I could get attention and love. Instead, I set a pattern for life – being the caretaker, the provider, the lover. These were roles I would fully inhabit without receiving those things in return. Continuing the pattern of my childhood, I believed it didn't matter what I did, since no one cared about me anyway, and I fell into the pattern of telling people what I thought they wanted to hear, and then doing what I wanted. I have focused on my dogs, going to great lengths to give them a good quality of life, love, attention, and care – because, in a life devoid of warm contact and happiness, my dogs have always made me feel I matter to them, that they love me, and that they are always happy to be with me, even when I'm not doing anything for them. I never got that from any people in my life, so it was easy to understand why dogs became so important to me. It didn't hurt that they didn't constantly criticize and demand more, more, and still more of me, either. People have taken all I have to give, only to demand greater sacrifices. People have watched me change myself to meet their specifications, only to seek more alterations. I have been in never-ending spirals of defeat and despair, trying to please people without pleasing myself first. Despite the certain knowledge that such a life could only end in despair, incorporating new self-affirming behaviors my daily life has been a nightmare. Since I started life as a submissive in service in January 2008, many of my ideas about who I am and what my life is about have come under attack. While the concept of being in service, of submitting myself to a Dominant, resonates with me on a very primal level, the actuality of giving up everything, of having no control, has been shattering to adjust to and to accept. The fact that I am relinquishing all of my life, my self, my ideas, my goals, and my desires to another is nearly impossible to comprehend, much less accomplish. The reality that I have spent most of my life trying to accomplish this does not make it any easier to do, since I have never had anything remotely like this in my life before. To make the transition from being responsible not only for myself, but for all the other people and things whom I hold dear in my life, to relinquishing all responsibility to the Dominant has so far been impossible for me to accomplish. I accept that the Dominant I serve requires this; further, I know from the many ways the Dominant I serve has stepped in to help me when I have been overwhelmed that he deserves that level of trust from me. But I still have yet to reach that level of submission, to attain that goal of reliance on the One whom I serve. My failure to trust adds to my constant sense of falling short; of disappointing the primary person in my life; and of never being good enough. My fear of failure, my tendency to avoid it at all costs, sets up a constant stream of advice: "Get out now. You have been in this situation before and it never ends well for you!" Yet my need for submission, for service, and for the feeling of self-esteem that I earned through expressing my true self to persevere compels me to stay. Through intense self-examination and discussion of my feelings with the Dominant I serve, I have come to realize that my past experiences with men were failures not just because the men to whom I gave myself were dismissive of the true gift they received, not just because the men whom I loved did not love me in return; or even not just because the men were selfish, self- absorbed boors who had little concern for anyone other than themselves. I have begun to understand that I chose to be in relationships with men who were all those things, not just because of my low self-esteem and unhappiness, but because, by being the giver, the facilitator, and the caretaker, I was IN CONTROL. I could give all or a little; I could try hard or coast; and I could keep most of my life separate from the relationships. Submission and service do not allow me control. The Dominant I serve wants to know everything; he requires the truth even when the truth will be unpleasant or hurtful to him and/or to me; he will be the only one in control of our relationship and of me, or he will remove himself from the relationship. Wrapping my head around the reality, which is so far removed from the fantasy perception I have had of all my past relationships; recognizing that I always was in control in the past, has been a tough journey for me. It hasn't been completed yet; I'm not "home free" with an understanding and willingness to abandon the behaviors and patterns of decades for flying on an emotional trapeze without a net. But I am trying.... At the moment, feeling fat and being fat seems like a fitting punishment for refusing to speak up for myself. I was too terrified of facing the Dominant's anger, disappointment, and censure to be honest with the Dominant about what was going on with me physically and emotionally. My fear encouraged me to give up, to let go of my goals, and to make myself so disgusting that the Dominant would dump me and release me from the never-ending cycle of disappointment and failure that was eating my soul alive. The submission and service that started as a voyage of discovery and personal expression was becoming my desperate chore that could only end in defeat. When the truth finally came out, as I know it always will, the shame and despair I felt at my weight gain and esteem loss was exacerbated and heightened by the Dominant's reaction, by his experience of my failure, disappointment, and shame as his own. I did not appreciate how personally the Dominant would take what was, to me, a completely personal defeat, just as the Dominant seems unable to accept the killing punishment and ongoing humiliation of once again having lost my battle with weight. And yet what has been most difficult for me to accept and understand has been the Dominant's refusal to give up on me; his determination to hold me accountable not only for my failure to be honest with him, but for whether my life in submission continues or is cut short. Every day, I take photos that feel like mug shots, standing convicted of being fat and ugly, and preserving the evidence for the rest of my life. Every day, I stand in a park and urinate, fearing discovery and arrest. Every day, I read stories that are full of violence and disrespect, making me fear that I am heading toward abuse and despair because I am becoming habituated to relationships that require a submissive to be less than human, whilst my goal and belief in submission has been that it makes me better and more than I was before I found that way of life. Every work day, I squeeze between the arms of a desk chair that used to be inches away from my hips. Every work day, I creep up and down stairs like an elderly woman because I fear my leg will collapse under me and people will laugh at the fat woman sprawled up the stairs. Every day, in every way, I am getting sadder and sadder. And yet, every day, I face the facts the Dominant refuses to let me hide away from: the Dominant chooses to have daily photographs so as to maintain his connection with me despite the geographical distance between us; and the Dominant uses the stories I read and write about to help me understand the wide gulf between the service some submissives endure (or perhaps enjoy) and the service I am privileged to have found. The reading helps me appreciate my needs and desires in submission, as well as the parameters of submission set by my burgeoning self-esteem and pride in service. Recognizing and accepting that the Dominant I serve, who like the men in my past told me that he did not and would not love me, expresses that denied love for me every day. The Dominant is there for me every day; his number is the first one I call when there is an emergency; he offers sympathy, understanding, and encouragement; and he cares about me – not just the part of me that is his serving submissive, but me as a professional, as a daughter, as a sister, as a friend, all the persons I am even when those persons don't touch his life in any way. The Dominant I serve went so far as to lend me a large sum of money that was required to secure specialized medical care for one of my beloved dogs, care I could not afford on my own, despite the Dominant's dislike of dogs in general and the annoyance my attention to my dogs in particular brings him. Even through my despair at my weight gain, and the hard acknowledgement of the underlying emotional issues that contributed to it, I have been encouraged by the Dominant I serve to claw out of my shame and disappointment. The Dominant I serve believes, and frequently tells me, what I have to KNOW -- that I am not as worthless and undeserving as I have told myself I am. I have begun losing weight yet again, but this time I am not just watching my food intake and increasing my exercise. Instead, I am working on ALL my weight issues, including the insidious emotional and psychological ones. I am utilizing an online program that provides me with daily contact with others dealing with many of the same (and more severe) emotional and physical issues I face. Being a part of a community of people (mostly women) who openly and honestly express the emotional, physical, and psychological impact on their lives of being overweight and unfit physically has been tremendously liberating and empowering in a struggle that has consumed much of my adult life. Being a serving submissive has taught me many things – things I didn't know about myself, things I didn't know about love, and things I didn't know about life. Submissive service not only teaches me how to serve, but how to learn all I can about the One I serve. Submissive service helps me appreciate some of the burdens and responsibilities accepted by the Dominant I serve as part of his acceptance of my service. All of these are important, vital lessons for a submissive, and for a fully functioning human being. The primary lesson I have learned and continue to learn is that being my true and authentic self, in submission, or in any other relationship, is the only way to escape shame. We treated ourselves to a holiday in the Caribbean, a small island near Tortola with just one exclusive hotel on it, we had 2 weeks to unwind and enjoy the relaxing atmosphere. We were coming to the middle of the first week and that evening we were invited to the Managers Cocktail party, Susan was wearing a stunning long black dress that clung to her fabulous figure like a second skin, her long dark hair up in a pony tail, the dress was a halter neck with a plunging neck line and no back until it got to her lower back and for good measure a long thigh high split on one side. We went to dinner a little later than usual, afterwards we decided to have coffee and a brandy by the floodlit pool. I gave the order to Clyde who was behind the pool bar and went to sit at one of the tables near the pool. There were 3 other guys sitting at another table, one of which was the hotel Manager Peter Windsor. He called over and invited us to join them which we did, the 2 other guys were Swedish business men, after about an hour one of the other guys suggested a game of cards, Susan excused herself and went to the ladies. A little while later I saw her sitting on a bar stool chatting to Clyde, as the card game progressed I glanced over to the bar and watched as she was evidently being given instructions from Clyde on the correct way to shake a cocktail, she was behind the bar with him, he was standing behind her with his hands over hers guiding the movements. We ordered another round of drinks and Clyde and Susan brought them over to us, as it was late and we were the only people there Peter told Clyde to shut the bar, if we needed any more we would help ourselves. Susan then said she was ready to retire, Peter asked Clyde to run her to our bungalow in the buggy and they left us to it. About 15 minutes later the heavens opened and we ran for cover under the pool bar roof, we decided to end the card game and call it a night and at that the rain stopped, so I made a move and walked back to the bungalow. The walk was very pleasant, the rain had cooled the air, listening to the sea and the rustle of the palms, our bungalow was the last one along the beach, reaching the door I noticed the porch light was off and I could faintly hear the heart beat rhythm of reggae music. I put my ear to the door listened and realised that the music was coming from inside, it was then that I saw the rear of the golf buggy partially hidden amongst the bushes further down the path. I knew that we didn't have any reggae CDs so where? And then it hit me, Susan must have invited Clyde into the bungalow, but why hide the buggy and why was the porch light off? To this day I don't know why I didn't put the key in the door and go in. Instead I walked to the rear of the bungalow to see if the patio doors were open, they were not and the louvered blinds had been pulled down! I started to panic, my mind working at hyper speed thinking of all the possible scenarios I would find inside, I saw a chink of light coming from a bottom corner of one door, I worked my way through the bushes until I reached the door, kneeling on the ground I peered inside. What I saw was crushing to me, I think my heart almost stopped beating, it was if I had been turned to stone. Susan and Clyde were dancing to the music but it was the way in which they were dancing that shocked me the most, he was standing close behind her, his hands on her hips, he was spooning her as they undulated to the hypnotic beat and there was no gap between them, they were moulded as one. The urge to stop it was strong, I had to stop them but Susan did something to prevent me even moving, even if I had wanted to. Her hands slid up her body onto her neck and then undid the neck tie of her dress and slowly pulled the soft clinging material down her body until she got to her hips exposing her small pert breasts, the nipples already aroused and hard. Clyde's large hands slid up her naked torso, cupping her breasts, his long slender fingers gently pulling and rolling her nipples making them even harder, her mouth opened wide, she arched her neck back against him, their bodies fused into one again, undulating in time with the music. I was like a rabbit caught in the headlights I couldn't take my eyes of them, my mind was in turmoil, my brain telling me to stop them but my body was betraying the underlying feeling of erotica as I watched them, my own cock was hard and throbbing. Without realising what was happening to me I undid my trousers, pulled my boxers down and started to jerk myself off. I became oblivious to everything around me except the highly sexed and erotic tableau that was unfolding before my eyes of my beautiful wife performing this highly charged ritual dance with this tall good looking black guy. As I watched in awe Susan then peeled the bunched part of her dress over her hips and let it fall to the floor, another shock coursed through me, she was naked and had even shaved her pussy, oh my god. She kicked the dress away and parted her beautiful slim legs; Clyde needed no other invitation as he slid one hand down her undulating body, over her flat stomach and covered her naked pussy. She reached behind her and grabbed his clothing pulling him even closer, she must have felt his hard cock pressing into her, as I watched in anticipation he then slid 2 fingers into her vagina which I had no doubt was already wet with her own juice, he then started to finger her. At that point I spurted thick ropes of cum but kept on jerking myself. I could just hear her moaning over the music and watched as her legs started to give way. Clyde very quickly caught her from collapsing and picked her up in his arms and gently placed her on the bed, from my position and view point I could only see her feet. Clyde stood at the foot of the bed and just gazed at her, then he quickly stripped showing her his stunningly toned dark body, I had a quick glimpse of his long hard erect cock as he climbed onto the bed into her open awaiting arms. I wandered slowly down to the beach, my mind numb, unable to fully comprehend what I had just witnessed. Was it erotic? Oh yes it was. Was it a betrayal of our trust in one another? I don't know. I just sat on one of the sun loungers and stared at the ocean for a long time, the first signs of the breaking dawn came as I walked back to the bungalow, the porch light was on, the golf buggy had gone. I silently let myself in and padded into the bedroom, she had left my bedside light on. I gazed at her stunning beautiful naked body lying face down on the sheet, her dark hair spread over the pillow, her slow rhythmic breathing and my mind went back to what I had witnessed and again I was betrayed by those erotic scenes as I felt myself harden again. I finally stripped off and slid into bed next to her, turning my light off and wondering whether a few hours sleep would resolve my problem. Can you help me? Jim and Ben tore through the sand dunes close to the beach, laughing and shouting. First week of summer vacation from college and they were happy and excited. The sun beat down on their already well tanned, young bodies causing a sheen of perspiration to glisten in the late afternoon light. Putting an adequate amount of distance between them, the two boys began to hurl a frisbee back and forth. Wearing only shorts, they threw and caught the plate shaped projectile with ease and delighted in the way their toned, athletic muscles bulged with each diving catch. As the time went on, the boys began to get more adventurous, putting more and more distance into their throws and leaping high into the air to make impossible catches. "Try to get this one if you can!" shouted Jim to his friend as he launched the frisbee high into the air. Ben watched the disk float and turn in the air, like a small bird caught in a sudden updraught. Up and over his head it flew, well beyond the reach of the tallest man. Ben turned quickly and, keeping his eye on the frisbee, sprinted after it, closely following its erratic flight path. "Over there, Ben," called Jim, pointing. "It's gone over that dune!" Ben could feel the tight muscles in his legs begin to ache as he tried to sprint up the high sand dune. The sand was deep and, as he pumped his thighs, he could feel his bare feet sinking further with every stride. The natural erosion of this coastal area had created some strange shaped sand dunes, but this one seemed mountainous and it was several minutes before he collapsed, completely out of breath, on the sandy summit. Wiping the sweat from his brow, Ben looked around for the frisbee. He could see his friend, many feet below him, looking up at him and waiting for the game to resume. Ben could not seem to find their toy anywhere and, turning back to his friend, held out his arms in a non-committal fashion and beckoned for Jim to join him to help search. While Ben waited for Jim to climb the dune he continued to look for the lost frisbee. From his position atop the high dune he could see down into all the rolling undulations of the lower areas. As his alert, young eyes traversed the sand, he spotted a movement some twenty feet below him. At first it was difficult to make out what it was, but as he crept closer, the shapes solidified into two human forms. Ben's eyes immediately stood out on stalks. He was looked at a couple in the throes of lovemaking. "Hey, man. What's going on?" Called Jim breathlessly as he finally joined his friend. "Where's the frisbee?" "Shhhh! Look at this, Jim." Crouching down next to his friend, Jim looked in the direction that Ben was indicating. "Jeez, man! I think she's about to suck his dick!" whispered Jim. As they began to watch, the boys could clearly make out a pretty woman in her thirties leaning over a large man of about the same age. From the conversation that they could overhear, it became apparent that the couple were married, and that their lust had just overtaken them where they were sunbathing. Both the husband and wife were dressed only in swimming costumes, and she was taking great pleasure in easing her husband's swimming trunks down his legs, revealing a huge and erect penis. The two boys gasped in unison as they saw the size of his member, and almost cried out loud as they watched her pretty, pink mouth slowly open and envelop his large glans. Jim could feel a stirring in his shorts as he continued to watch and looked over at his friend. By the look of Ben, he was also feeling the same tension in his groin and Jim could see the unmistakable shape of his friends erection as it pressed against his shorts. They looked at each other, both wondering if they dared to do what they obviously both wanted to do. Jim was the first to move, and with a grin, slipped his shorts down to his knees and began to rub on his rapidly stiffening penis. Seeing his friend's lack of inhibition, Ben did the same and they both settled down to watch the couple as they jerked their cocks in unison. The woman was now kneeling over her husband and was taking his cock deep into her throat. The man was moaning quietly, his hand pulling at the pants of her bikini and trying to get at her pussy. The boys watched closely as, for the first time in their young lives, they saw a naked vagina come into view before their eyes. This erotic sight was too much for Jim and with a stifled moan his cum shot from the tip of his throbbing cock and splashed on to the sand creating small, white indentations. Ben was torn between watching his friend ejaculate and the older man grunt his way towards his own climax deep in his wife's throat. Ben and the husband both reached orgasm together; Ben spraying his seed on the sand alongside his friend's, and the husband pulling clear of his wife's mouth and unloading his large, heavy balls over her pretty face. The two friends sat very still. As Ben had climaxed, his groan of pleasure had obviously been overheard by the couple. The woman was sitting bolt upright, her husbands excitement dripping lewdly from her chin as she looked around for the source of the noise. "Shit!, She's seen us." Whispered Ben. "It's too late to run," replied his friend. "Look, she waving to us." *********************************** Abby and her husband Frank had always enjoyed outdoor sex. They were both extremely broad-minded and were always on the lookout for different ways to satisfy each others strong needs. She had brought her husband to the dunes that day for the specific purpose of giving him a nice outdoor bow job, but now, seeing the two boys spying on them, another idea had begun to form in her mind. With Frank's cum still glistening on her lips, she was hotter than hell and wanted these boys with a ferocity born out of pure lust. She could see them hiding in the dunes a few feet above her and was waving to them, encouraging them as she watched them come down towards her. "Well, I hope you two nice boy's enjoyed the view!" she said with a grin when they were finally standing before her. "Er..y..y..yes ma'am." Ben replied for them both, stammering his words slightly. Abby looked the two boys up and down. Young, she thought. Probably not more than eighteen or so. Their bodies looked tanned and fit, and each boy still sported a solid erection behind their shorts. She was going to enjoy this! Frank was lying back on the sand, his limp cock still clearly visible as he toyed with it idly. He knew that his wife would have her way eventually. He would be happy to watch her take these two young lads. He smiled and remained silent as his wife continued. "So," she said with a wide smile. "You two guys want to do me one at a time or both together!" Both Ben and Jim were having a tough time getting words to form, and this latest declaration from the current object of their desires, did little to help. "Er..um..w..w..w..whatever, ma'am," stuttered Jim. He looked over at Frank. "You sure, man?" Frank simply smiled and nodded his assent. It was nice to see that they were polite enough to seek his approval first! In less than ten seconds, Abby had stripped off her black bikini bottoms and was lying back in the sand with a grin. Both boys looked at her, not quite knowing what to do. Her long, tanned legs were amazing, and, they observed, she had shaved off most of her pubic hair. What little remained had been sculpted into an almost perfect heart shape. Abby saw them staring. "Yes, it's nice isn't it? Frank likes me to keep it that way, he says it turns him on when he fucks me. Come on sweetie," She beckoned to Jim, "Take that nice young cock out and push it in here!" Jim needed no second invitation, and while he watched her spread those long, sexy legs and open her smooth pussy with her fingers, he quickly stripped off his shorts. Taking his cock in his hand and kneeling between Abby's spread thighs, he was not at all surprised that it was once again hard and swollen. Abby took his hand away and, replacing it with her own, guided his rigid member straight into her pussy. Jim groaned loudly as he entered her tunnel. She was wet and slick, the heat and scent emanating from her pussy was filling his nostrils and turning him on more than ever. Slowly at first, he began to pump his throbbing cock deep into her body. Her muscles gripped his shaft and sent shivers of lust through his tight body. Abby knew that as young lads, neither would have the stamina that she was used to and she wanted to experience the full enjoyment of both of them while she still could. Come over here, darling," she cooed at Ben. "Plenty of room for you in my mouth!" In a flash, Ben's shorts were off and he was kneeling next to Abby with his cock buried in her mouth. The feeling of an experienced head-giver was fantastic. She bobbed up and down gently sucking his glans deeply, forming a perfect "O" with her mouth just below his cock head. He looked down at his friend who was now thrusting his weapon deep into Abby's pussy hole with reckless abandon. Jim's face looked contorted as he groaned his way towards his second orgasm. All at once Ben experienced an amazing sensation. Abby tilted her head back and swallowed his cock whole, taking him deep in her throat. At the same time she took his left hand and slid it under her bikini top. Neither boy had seen her breasts, but Ben could feel the swell beneath his hand as she closed his fingers around a hard, pointed nipple and urged him to squeeze harder. As her hand came away and left Ben to do what he thought was right, he pinched the nipple hard. This obviously had the desired effect because within a few short seconds he could feel the vibrations against his cock as Abby groaned deep in her throat and careered into a huge orgasm. Her body shook and trembled as she came, causing Ben to lose all control and jerk his meat deeper into her throat and climax wildly himself. Abby gulped and swallowed the young mans cum as fast as she could, feeling the fluid mix with her husbands earlier deposit. She was orgasming herself almost constantly as the second lad continued to thrust his solid dick into her pussy. She wanted him to cum on her as well and knew that a little verbal encouragement should do the trick. "Come on baby," she cooed as her legs wrapped around him, pulling him in deeper. "Fuck Abby's wet pussy for her....fill her with your fresh, young cum.....do it baby....do it to me...fuck my cunt hard...harder...HARDER!!" Jim looked up into her cum stained face and plunged his final thrust into her wet hole. With a cry he pulled out and exploded over her lower belly. "Mmmmm...that's right honey...that's so nice.." She whispered as she rubbed his cum into her skin. "Feels so nice...so hot..." Jim collapsed back onto the sand as he watched Abby mop up his cum with her fingers. Frank, who had been smiling and whispering encouragement to his wife all the while, now moved back beside her and was feeding his semi erect cock back into her mouth. "You know, boys," He said as he began to fuck her face again, "I think you will agree, I have one of the hottest and sluttiest women for miles!" He passed Jim a scrap of paper. "Why don't you two come to our apartment tonight? I'm sure that we can think of lots of way's the three of us can entertain Abby for the whole night." He turned to his wife and continued. "Isn't that right baby?" With her mouth full of cock, the boys could see that there was no way that she was going to answer. But then again, they thought, actions speak louder than words! The End
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It was late afternoon on a week day and Peter was out of town for a business seminar so I thought that I might spend a few hours in the pool relaxing. While pouring myself a glass of my favorite white, I noticed yesterday's cleaner bag of his dress shirts laid over the back of a chair that I had forgot about so I decided to put them away. A few moments later I found myself in his clothes closet, just kind of looking around and thinking about him and where to put that bundle of dress shirts. I seldom go in his walk in closet because we each have our own and he prefers his clothes laundered the certain way he feels that only he can accomplish and of course I'm happy with that arrangement. I lifted and hooked the hangers on the rod and while separating them so they wouldn't wrinkle, I kind of looked around. There were his ties all hanging in the various color groups next to his suits that were sorted light to dark and his sports polo's and shorts that were all in a perfect pairing and then I noticed something out of the ordinary on top of the wire shelf in the corner to the left of his jewelry box. When I reached up to pull it down I recognized it to be a man's black silk dress hanky and an unidentified disk in a little cellophane wrapping that the hanky must have come in. The silk looked a bit soiled and as I unfolded it, it appeared a little crusty like the crotch of a woman's panty after she had worn them for a while. I stepped out into our bedroom and slipped the disk in our player and turned on the T V. What I saw next literally made my moth drop open. Here's my husband Peter fucking the shit out of my friend Mary and before I could turn it off, there was Don doing me doggie style. I would have thought this to be a cruel joke or a product of some form of a date rape drug but from the audio both Mary and I were constantly cuming and begging for more like a couple of porn stars and now I couldn't take my eyes off the screen. At the conclusion, Don was explaining to Peter how to use the hanky that I now held in my hand, to collect vaginal juice and orders for some kind of sick trophy. Instantly I was angered, bewildered and confused and I started to cry. I needed to get my thoughts together, I felt that a course of action was in order but I didn't know what course, but I did know that I had to calm down. I started to dial Mary, but canceled the call until I decided what I should actually say to her. I went out to the pool, took a lounger in the shade and sipped my wine trying to calm down and quit shaking. Near the end of the first bottle, it dawned on me and I'm sure that it wasn't all from the effects of the wine, but I knew that I had to address a few hard facts: 1) How in the world can I find this that offensive due to the fact that I (we) were enjoying the sex and literally being pleasured over and over to the point of an afterglow, besides the morning after I remember literally waking and feeling freaky marvelous. A feeling that lasted for many hours. 2) Though this whole promiscuous sharing thing is something I would never permit ordinarily, the fact that I was obviously under the influence of something, removed the moral burden of being wildly pleased by multiple partners along with any associated guilt of me being shared by my husband. 3) If I (we) were to play our cards right, we could basically manipulate each future scenario to include any partner we had ever fantasized about, right in front of our husbands and with their approval and all the while them thinking that it was their Idea and they would never be the wiser. Never be the wiser, never be the wiser, that phrase stuck in my head and as I started to become aroused thinking of all of the guiltless sex that I could have, all of this became so overwhelming to me, I knew that I needed a way to recruit Mary in this big scheme of future sexual possibilities. I decided to invite her over and to feed her enough wine (grapes and cheese) prior to telling her about our husband's antics, hoping it would help to calm her reactions much as it did mine. When I phoned, she said "that sounds perfect Jess, Don is out with some businessmen on his monthly six hour golf-o-thon, so I'll grab my suit and come right over" and I opened another bottle and set the stage at our family room's entertainment theater. After she arrived and had her first glass, I told her that I had something a bit controversial to show her but only if she promised to keep an open mind. When she asked me what It was, I handed her the little cellophane pack containing the soiled hanky and that disk and said, "pull it out and unfold it." As she complied, I asked her to please just watch and try not to comment until after she had seen everything. She grinned and said, "now you have my full undivided attention" and I hit play. Mary took in everything that was displayed on the flat screen and listened to every sound and word and when it ended she looked down at the stained silk in her hand and said, "that bastard!" Before she could react any further, I said "Take a moment and think of the possibilities that we have in front of us Mary. Look at the pleasure we had without even knowing it." Mary responded, "that's the damn problem, it was done without us even knowing it, that bastard!" And I responded, "That's my point exactly, we could never and would never have that type of fun and pleasure if we knew about it without feeling like sluts or guilty, or any other endless amounts of taboo pressures spawned by this type of thing." Mary asked, "what do you mean, exactly?" I said, "say we play along next time, but avoid whatever it is that they gave us without them knowing it." Mary asked, "and what will that give us?" I immediately fired back, "carnal pleasures without boundaries and the hassles and pressures of all the stigma associated with wives having as good a sexual time as their husbands seem to always want, and no and I mean no regrets the morning after. Mary, we can even suggest other couples for those evenings our husbands plan these antics or better yet, their single friends if they bite on it. Wasn't it you that told me not too very long ago you would like to jump the bones of that eighteen year old jock student that lives next door?" Mary said, "yes but that was just a fantasy, I really don't need as much sex as Don always seems to want." I reacted, "Mary, it's not whether you do or don't need it, it's the pressures and hassles associated with it. Without any of that, wouldn't you enjoy it more and more often?" I hit play again and fast forwarded to the part where my husband Peter had his finger deep in her ass making her scream in orgasm and pant like a puppy then I said, "you just didn't know you needed it, but it sure looks to me like you're loving it. Come on Mary, let's give it a ride, one time, what do you say?" Mary asked, "how are we ever going to get them to do that again, let alone bring in other players?" And I answered, "their stupid and selfish men, the power of suggestion is all we'll need." Mary thought for a moment, sniffed her scent off of the silk hanky and said, "fuck um, let's do it." I said, "well, first we have to figure out how whatever it was that made us act like that was administered to us." Mary said, "damn... The wine, they put that shit it in our wine!" I said, "well if we want to know we're having that kind of fun the next time, we need to figure out a way to act as if we've taken it without actually taking it. That shouldn't be too terribly hard, now should it?" Mary responded, "hell no, it shouldn't, again, let's do it, agreed?" I responded, "that's exactly what I was hoping you'd say and the reason that I called you over here for today. Pact?" Mary agreed, "yes we've got a pact." We changed into our bikinis and went out to enjoy the pool and another glass of wine. That evening Peter called from his seminar to check on me and ask me how things were going. I told him fine, then asked, "would you like to get together with Don ad Mary when you get back? We seemed to have such a good time with them the last time we were together." Before I finished the word 'together' Peter blurted out, "hell yes, that was a great time!" and I knew the hook was set. Then he said, "hey Jessie, sorry I have to let you go, there's something that I need to attend to" and I knew that that meant calling Don to arrange their next night of unbridled sex with us. Within the hour, Mary called and said that Don just got home from the 19th hole a little tipsy and suggested dinner and a hot tub for this coming Saturday evening and I said, "imagine that?" Friday morning while our husbands were at work, Mary phoned and asked what I thought of the idea of having her young next door neighbor Kyle pop in on us when we're in the midst of the action on Saturday and I said, "how are you going to get him to do that?" Mary said that she had been giving a lot of thought to what we talked about and it kept her a bit excited and she thought that maybe if we timed it right she could give him a time to show up to give her a quote on cleaning the pool and hot tub or yard work or something like that and asked what my feelings and thoughts would be and if I would mind if she had that happened. I asked, "so let me get this straight, you're suggesting that when the boys get us to what they think is under the influence and all naked, this kid shows up, catches them in the act and to keep him quiet they bring him in on it? What if he just backs out and tells his folks everything, wouldn't that ruin it for us?" Mary answered, "Jessica, he's eighteen and full of testosterone and whatever protein supplements his coaches feed him, what do you think?" I foolishly asked, "is he really all that good looking?" And Mary answered, "Jess, he looks like a statue of a Greek figure you see in the art museums!" Saturday couldn't have come fast enough for Mary and I, we both purchased new string bikinis for easy access and we both had pedicures and our nails done together that morning, but I was starting to get a little nervous over how to fake drinking the wine. As we pulled up to their house around four, I recognized the familiar smell of Don's charcoal grill and Mary met us at the door with a see through scarf like wrap over her bikini and as I handed her the two bottles of wine I noticed Peter giving her the once over while grinning from ear to ear. I can remember thinking that if it's that obvious for the men, pulling this off will be a piece of cake. After dinner, Don got out two rocks glasses and asked Peter if he would like a bourbon and turned to us and said, "more wine Ladies?" and he sat two new glasses in front of him from the cabinet and we both knew the fix was in. Mary said. "come on Jessie lets go out and start the bubbles and grab a seat and enjoy this wine while the hot tub comes up to temp and we both excused ourselves, emptied about half of our wine in the grass and had a seat while waiting on the boys. About eight minutes or so later we heard the patio door slide open and then closed and we knew we were on. Peter said, "did we give them enough time?" And we heard Don ask, "are you two girls comfortable?" and we both fake slurred that we were. Don put on the soft music like the last time we were over and Peter turned on the little cool breeze machine and they each grabbed a barstool cushion and plopped them down next to us and started to caress and fondle us through our bikinis. As we started to respond to their touch and our breathing started to quicken, Peter said, " with your permission we would like to help you out of these garments so we can better service your needs?" Without much of a response other than a sigh and a moan from each of us, we felt each other's husband untie our bikinis and gently pull them out from under us. Don was a little more patient with me this time and I could feel myself sort of melting in the moment as he petted, felt and fondled me and as I felt his hand move between my thighs just above my knees, I instinctively parted my legs for him. When I peeked over at Mary, I could see that Peter was gently working and kneading her breasts, then both men stood and stripped out of their swim trunks and I could tell from their erections that they were enjoying us as much if not more that we were enjoying them. Just at the time a shadow came over my face and I felt the pre-cum wet tip of Don's penis contact my lips, came the loud sound of a wooden gate slamming and the metal clanking of a latch closing and Don jumped back. Then I heard the worried voice of a much younger man say, "I'm so sorry, I can see this is a bad time." Before either totally surprised husband could respond, Mary said, "oh no Kyle, we're just enjoying being serviced, please stay and join in." Poor unsuspecting Kyle started to reply, "well maybe I'd better." and I cut him off. I slurred, "oh no young man, you're already in and past the point of no return, I am sure that Peter and Don won't mind if you join them." There was an awkward moment of silence and Don looked at Peter and said, "well, what do you think?" Peter said, "son, if you can keep a secret then maybe you can stay. If you decide to stay and any of this gets out, the consequences will be something you will never in your young life want to deal with." Kyle, still staring at our naked bodies now had an obvious lump in the front of his trunks and he said, "if you allow me to stay for a while, I will never breath a word of any of this, to anyone, ever. You have my word, I swear to you." Mary said, "good, now come stand between us and remove your trucks so Jessie and I can see what you have there." What he had, was a lean young body with little or no hair, a flat ripped six- pack stomach and the slightest hint of a hard little butt. His penis was long and it hovered straight out, up and to his left over a quite impressive sized set of balls and I knew in that instant that Mary was right, he did look like a Greek statue. Don said, "hold on partner, back it down a notch, there are certain ground rules here that have to be followed. No ejaculating anywhere but in their mouths, very gentle handling so nothing is raw or soar the next day and as you leave here, it's as if nothing ever happened. Understood?" Kyle replied, "yes thank you, I swear, thank you!" Peter said, "then grab a cushion off of that barstool and join us, oh and by the way, this is being recorded so if you intend to fuck us, don't." Two seconds later I was tasting the sweetest dick since my prom night and though he was trying not to be over anxious from his youth, I had to hold him back a little to keep from chocking on his shear length. Peter said, "don't get ahead of yourself and cum too fast, Mary needs a taste of you too and if you pace yourself, you can enjoy our lovely ladies for a couple of hours rather than a few minute." Kyle responded, "we'll do." Kyle was hard and long and it was so cute and rewarding the way that he savored the sensations of entering our pussies missionary style. He loved our taste and scent and he took it from everywhere on our much more mature bodies as he worked in, among and around our two husbands in a contrast of sexual prowess we couldn't have achieved without him. This third person eventually gave us the opportunities of double penetrations and what Peter referred to as spit roasting, but every second was tender, slow and never hurried so as to not jeopardize the morning after that would ultimately lead to them being found out. For the next two or so hours Mary and I were sexually pleasured by three men in every way and what made it so exciting was the fact that we had no need for the pressures of guilt and remorse and our husbands could never look down on or feel ill toward us in any way because as far as they would ever know, it was all their doing and in their minds, we were oblivious to their actions. Young Kyle shared the sweet flavor of his conclusion with both Mary and I the best he could and our husbands saw to it that he left us with two soiled silk hankies and as he thanked them he told us that this was something he would keep to himself but never forget. The next Morning I woke Peter by softly and gently stroking his hard penis, when he rolled toward me and asked me what was up, I said, "you, and Peter I had the greatest dream of being sexually pleased beyond belief. Did you make love to me last night, I have no telltale signs of it but I am quite content." Peter told me that his main focus was to please me and he didn't take the time for himself because he wanted me happy so I turned back the covers and gave him the best oral sex of his life, thinking the whole time about a boy who looks like a Greek statue. I was just over 19 when my mom died of cancer. She was just 38 and it was a long slow and horrible process to watch her die and I had a hard time with it. I was attending a small community college and was working a part-time job but didn't earn enough to pay rent so my mom's best friend Charlene, whom I had always called my Aunt, offered to let me move in to her spare room. She was the same age as my mom and because of her closeness to my mom and also because her husband had died two years earlier, she knew what I was going through. At first she let me have my space and didn't get on my case if I came home and just drank myself into oblivion. It was one of these nights that it happened though. I got home early - about 4PM on a Friday before Charlene got off work and the quietness of the house was too much to handle. I went down to the liquor store and bought a fifth of vodka and went back to the house and began to drink alone. It was about 7 when Charlene got home and I was already plastered. I was sitting alone in the dark sobbing and she could tell I was hurting more than I let on when I wasn't sober. I had taken my shirt and pants off because it was hot and was wearing a pair of silk boxers. I had gotten up to pee a few minutes before she arrived and had been too drunk to button the boxers back up. I don't remember much except that I know my member was poking out and she discretely put a blanket over my lap and sat down to talk to me. I let it all out. I cried for over an hour and told her how I missed my mom and how lonely I was inside and she just listened to me and held me with my head on her shoulder. I passed out several times and finally she led me to her bedroom to sleep it off in her bed because mine was upstairs and I was in no condition to go up a flight of stairs. I crashed on her bed. I woke up at about 1AM and my head was spinning. I walked into the bathroom to find some aspirin and came back to bed. I hadn't realized it when I got up but Charlene was lying in the bed beside me. She was evidently having a hard time herself because there was an empty bottle of wine on the bedside table, one that I had attempted to open in my drunkeness and couldn't. She must have drank the whole thing. My head was still spinning and I knew that I should try and make it to my own room but I didn't make it past the door before I felt like I was going to pass out again so I just laid down beside Charlene in her bed. I looked over at her, she was on her side with her back to me and the bright moon outside cast a line of light on her sillohuette. She was very crevaceous with a trim waistline and wide hips. I could see her move slightly with every breath. This was a close as I had ever been to a woman and the sight of her was making me hard as a rock. It started out very innocently, I just wanted to give her a thank you hug. She was wearing one of her husband's old t-shirts that went down to her knees and a pair of cut off sweat pants. I hugged her but kept on holding on for a few minutes. It just felt good to hold something and I needed to be held back. My right arm was around her and I didn't notice it at first but the palm of my hand was resting on the top of her left breast. She shifted a little in her sleep and I realized my fingers were only inches away from her nipple. I slowly reached out with my finger, not daring to touch her completely, holding the tip of my finger just above her soft nipple, then I touched it through her shirt, rubbing softly until it began to stand erect between by finger tips. She stirred again beneath my touch and I thought she was going to wake up but she didn't. I began to gently caress her arm with tender gentle strokes and every so often I would stroke her breasts and nipples. I carressed the length of her arm down along her side to her hand which rested on her hip, where I began to carress as well. At first, I just stroked the top of her hip along her leg but then I slowly found myself moving to her thighs. I carefully moved my hand underneath her shirt where I stroked her soft belly to the edge of the waistline of her cutoffs. She still hadn't moved and I became a little bolder and let my hand wander down her thighs, touching her ever so slightly. I wandered over her soft mound once or twice but was hesitant to touch it too much for fear of waking her up. I moved back up to her belly under her shirt from her belly button up to her arms, which blocked my path to her large plump breasts. I continued to stroke her belly down to her waistline and I buried my nose in her hair. It smelled pretty and before I knew it I had slipped my hand under her waistband and was now playing with the lace of her panies. My mouth was dry and I was afraid the beating of my heart would wake her up. Slowly, I caressed her thighs and could feel her soft mound of pubic hair beneath her panties. My hand meandered back up to the waist band of her panties and then underneath them, probing in the dark. He pubic hair was coarse and bristly to my touch and I stroked it gently with just my index finger, back and forth at first then my fingers began to search deeper into her fold and my middle finger slipped into a sudden wetness between the folds in her skin. The tip of my finger felt for the very first time her soft inner flesh when she rolled over on her back. Her movement startled me and I began to remove my hand but she stopped me, gently kissing my forehead she whispered "It's OK. I've been awake since you got up to pee." Her hand guided mine back down to her soft pussy as she taught me how to touch her. She looked me in the eyes, and kissed me on the lips, gently and softly. I could taste the wine on her tongue as she gently probed inside my mouth. My cock was so hard it hurt and she guided my hand to her clit and told me what it was. She still had on all her clothes but as I fingered her soft juicy pussy, she pushed her shorts off her hips and then I let her slide them all the way off. Next I helped her pull the t-shirt off her head and she let me look at her in the moonlight. She carressed my chest softly and played with my nipple and guided my had back to her pussy. With my other hand I began to fondle her breasts again, rolling her nipples between my fingertips. She was stroking my hair and kissing me softly and then her hand moved slowly, back and forth over my chest, down to my belly button and finally to my waist band. She rubbed my cock over my boxers then slipped her hand inside. Her soft touch caressed my hard cock and not being able to take it anymore, I exploded all over her hand. Embarrassed I apologized to her. "It's your first time, isn't it?" She said. "Yes - I'm so sorry!" I relplied sheepishly. "Oh baby doll, there is nothing to be sorry about! It's OK. Keep on going." She held me tight against her and I kissed her cheek and then her lips and down her neck to her breasts which I cupped and fondled as she moaned. I let my other hand go back to her pussy and began to fuck her with my fingers. She arched her back against my touch and I began to kiss down towards her stomach and around her belly button. Soon, I began to lick down towards her pussy and I wanted desperately to see what she tasted like. I kissed her pubic hair and I could smell her sweet musky womaness emmanating from the folds of ther pussy. I began to kiss her thighs, still fingering her and worked my way back up to her clit. I could taste her juice as I fingered her and now began to work on her clit with my tongue. She was now writhing and squirming beneath me, every time my fingers probed her wetness she tried to pull them in farther. I was getting hard again and then she began to moan "Yes - oh baby, oh baby - keep going." Then her whole body shuddered and I felt her pussy grab my fingers as she spasmed involuntarily to her orgasm. She was breathing heavy and she reached over and gently began to coax my cock back to full length. "I want you inside me" she moaned into my ear, gently guiding my to her. She pulled both legs up in the air and opened her pussy for me, I could see it glistening in the moonlight and I was able to find it easily. Her calves were resting on my shoulders and I placed the head of my cock gently in her opening and began to stroke. She was warm and tight, but I fit in perfectly and soon, I was fucking her with all the length of my cock. I was stroking deeply when she arched her back to me again and began to play with her clit and I felt her spasm with another powerful orgasm. I could feel mine coming to and I told her "I'm going to come again, I'm going to come again!" "Do it inside me baby, inside me!" and with that I could stroked her as fast and has hard as I could until I exploded deep inside her warm pussy. "Oh yes baby yes!" She cried out. Totally spent, I laid on the bed beside her and stroked her hair and kissed her cheek. She took me in her arms and kissed me again. "I love you Charlene - I really do." I whispered to her. Our naked bodies still pressed tightly together. "I love you too baby." She said back to me. From then on, I never bothered sleeping in the upstairs room again. That was seven years ago. Since then, we repeated this same scenario often, and though I have missed my mother from time to time, the hurt is gone now and I have Charlene to thank for that everyday.
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Nessa arrived at the General Malachar's estate midday. She had just eaten a nutritious cum pie and is now ready to please again. As she walked up the stone steps, bare feet slapping the tiles and enchanted collar tapered smoothly around the contour of her neck, Nessa was enthralled by the chirping of fluttering jays and the warm sunshine against her tanned, naked body. The house itself was majestic, befitting of a general as esteemed as Malachar. Marble and Slate pillars adorned the acropolis, while golden dragons danced in a wreath of conjured fire. It was a fitting image for the warrior-king of Dominia. Nessa reached the front doors, adorned in silvered scales and topped with platinum wings. They seemed to flutter as she approached, and a stone statue rose in front of her. It was formless, but as she neared, the stone seemed to shapeshift, interestingly into the shape of a dildo. A test, she realized. The good general's warlocks must have cast a spell capable of reading her very being. Ever since she returned from the Cosmic Rainbow, she seemed to exude a faint aura of submissiveness that gave even the lowliest creatures an inexplicable confidence over her. She recalled, one day, walking down Folk's Road on night shift, and spying a wandering mouse. Mistakenly assuming that it wasn't a threat, Nessa had continued walking, but sensing her aura of fragility and weak physique, the animal had instead ended up chasing her straight into a group of rowdy soldiers. What ensued made that night a night to remember. She recalled this with a smile, and was ready to prove herself worthy of Malachar once again. She knew what it meant, of course, this statue. All slave-girls knew the sigil of the great general. She immediately positioned herself over the member, and dropped, letting it enter her vagina with a slight moan. Rotating herself over, it, she gave two quick thrusts, and a third long, deeper descent, letting the penis do its good work. Lifting herself back up again, she sensed a deep rumble beneath the earth, and the stone statue sunk back into the earth once more, followed swiftly by the grating of heavy silver doors sliding deliberately open. It paused just enough to allow her slender form through, and closed quickly behind as she bounded in gracefully. She was in the grand entrance hall. A gleaming chandelier spun silently above her, as majestic silver deer and prancing lions chased each other across the room, captured eternally in marble. A butler approached. She gasped. It was unlike any butler she had ever seen in her old home of Aeterna. This man was taller than a full-height silvermane bear, and wider in breadth than a gorilla. He was clothed only in a short loincloth, and had eyes of burning embers. When he spoke, it shook her body to the bone. "Slave, you will follow me to your master. But first." He bent down, his shoulders settling just above her upright body, and took out a chain, the end of which consisted of a series of three rods. He moved behind her and inserted one rod in her ass. It was already lubricated, as it was law that each slave have a perpetually clean digestive tract (that they didn't need to use anyway, having already passed through the Rainbow of Lust) and consistently lubed assholes and clits. Failure to comply would result in a night of marathon running to improve their "health." She hoped to experience such a thing one day anyway. The butler then approached her vagina, and, like he'd done this a thousand times before, casually inserted another rod. Now, standing again, he beckoned for Nessa to open her mouth, and lodged the third dildo deep into the recesses of her throat. Her mouth closed around it. It didn't even occur to her to spit it out -- as far as she was concerned, the state owned her body completely. The man pulled the elaborate leash, and all three strands simultaneously jerked the girl towards the smaller, wooden doors of the slave quarters, where he said, "Malachar is waiting." And indeed he was, encased in indomitable black steel and projecting a presence of intoxicating confidence and control. One look at his butler, and the large man bowed reverently, dropping to one knee. "My lord. I have brought this slave to see you today." Malachar waved his hand. "Leave me; give me some time alone with this one." Bowing again, the butler left, closing the thick birch doors behind him with a light thud. Slave Nessa could hear his footsteps fading away in the distance. Malachar stood up, and the slave instinctively fell to her hands and knees, her head gazing at the floor and a faint whimper escaping her pathetic mouth. "What would you have this one do for you today, master?" "Report." "Since sunrise, I have pleased ten men and women with this body. Then, having drunk their seed as reward, I retreated to the punishment gardens where I was paddled and hung on a cross naked for high treason against the realm." "And what was this... treason... slave?" "Master, for not bobbing up and down the ninth man's cock at least fifty times before he came sir." Nessa trembled violently. Any punishment she had lustfully received was nothing compared to the general's judgement. "Tsk. Tsk." Malachar walked in a circle around her prone and helpless body. "I expect you to do sixty from now on, and faster. The empire runs on a clock, slave, and you must not be LAZY!!!" He said the last word with a shout as his hand descended on her ass, knocking her down with the force. The girl sprawled over the floor, whimpering and panting with lust. As she got back up to her bare hands and feet, the general paused, then beckoned. "Follow." They walked down a narrow hallway, whence at last they arrived at what Nessa could only describe as an elaborate training center. "Now." Malachar approached a line of dummy men, malleable stone dildos extended on each. "I want you to fuck yourself on each of these ten men exactly sixty times each. If you do so admirably, you will have the honor of pleasuring me. If wrong..." Nessa did not dare look up, for that would be a week chained to a pole, an insufferable punishment since she'd rather be having sex with that time. "You will have the... honor... of fucking the army on our march to war." Nessa was glowing. Pleasing the army was an honor, but an hour with the general? She knew she was favored by Malachar, but still. Her fellow slaves would gladly sacrifice their very immortality to please such a godly figure. She shivered with anticipation. "Get to work." And Nessa scrabbled over like a dog, climbing the first statue and efficiently placing her clit over the muscled stone man. She cried out. "One! Two! Three!..." As she thrust herself up and down the member, all the while silently judged by the good general. At last, panting, she reached "Sixty!!" And lifting her dripping clit off the now damp penis, made for the next. And on it went. If she could do fifty, she thought, she could do sixty. But it still wasn't easy. By the time she collapsed over the tenth statue, her chest was heaving and her muscles aching. But still, she dutifully performed her responsibilities. A slave girl had to be as lithe as a fox, as flexible as a cheetah. She was to be the most adaptable creature in the kingdom if she were to fulfill her daily duties as a slave. Thankfully, she had all of eternity to improve, all for her glorious master. "... SIXTY!!!" And with that, she withdrew from the last stone man, collapsed, and came all over her shiny, sweaty body, panting with utter exhaustion. Malachar was there for all of this, and as he approached, she could sense his approval, and this gave her more pleasure than a thousand glittering gems. She returned to her humble pose, kneeling in service to her betters. "Good girl. Good form. You will do well, serving the army." She was slightly surprised at this; did she do something wrong? She began trembling again. She didn't mean to, she didn't! She only wanted to please him... The general laughed. "Oh no, you didn't make a mistake, you dumb slave. You were perfect actually. And you deserved your time with me." He leaned in closer. "But a general always accompanies his army, yes?" Malachar smiled as understanding dawned in the slave's eyes. "Now, serve your master." The girl, smiling, took the cue. Standing to full height of about five foot 8, she reached only her master's upper biceps. Standing with legs close together and hands clasped above her head, she bared her chest and neck at her master. Malachar observed the skinny, submissive thing in front of him, and gave in to his dark desires. Roaring his approach, the lion of a man seized the girl's supple neck, and slammed her hard against the cold floor. All of a sudden, his armor disintegrated as if conjured away, and the general, just like her, was fully naked, mighty penis throbbing like the veins of a god. He dove down on her like a predator on prey, and feasted on her neck, nipping perfectly up and down as the slave moaned, overtaken with pleasure. Slave Nessa wrapped her legs around the master's midsection, and raised her eternally wet vagina to his cock. Malachar, feeling this intrusion, grabbed her back and twisted them both around in midair. He was standing up now, with his faithful slave girl bouncing away at his cock. He didn't even have to move, she was doing all the work. And indeed Nessa felt glorious. She lifted herself up and down this beautiful manhood, gasping and moaning with increasing intensity. "Oh yeah, moan for me, slave! MOAN FOR YOUR MASTER!!!" "UIHHHHH!!! OHhhnnnGGGNGNNN!!! AHHHHHHHNNNHGGHGGG!!!!" Nessa screamed with lustful abandon as she thrust her worthless body against the rock that is his indomitable presence. She felt like she was fucking a god. At last, the general, still choking her, lifted her legs, and pushed her against a wall. Grunting heavily, he began spearing her again and again, each impact shoving her against the hard surface with the slapping sound of skin and bone. Nessa's arms were splayed across the wall in a desperate bid to stay balanced. Trusting the girl to prevent herself from falling over, Malachar shoved his other hand into her open mouth, and as trained, the slave began sucking like the desperate whore she was. For no matter how much sex she had, no matter how much of a slut she became, she could never get enough, and every day was a new challenge to submit herself to ever deeper fantasies. And Malachar showed her this. Again and again, thrusting his cock sheath against the wall until the slave, unable to hold it any longer, orgasmed all over her master's dick, still deep within the walls of her clit. She briefly broke free from Malachar's fingers and leaned back, head raised to the ceiling, in a wordless moan of submissive ecstasy. This was quickly rectified as Malachar grabbed her neck again and this time, shoved her mouth over his cock, and stood to his full height, stepping onto a nearby chair. This was a problem, Slave Nessa realized. The master's cock was too high to reach prone against the wall as she was. She positioned herself in a squat, placed both hands crossed behind her back, and lifted her mouth to the tip of his penis. Thankfully, she was instinctively cock-smart. Alternating between squatting and standing, she burned her quadriceps as she propelled her mouth from tip to base of his massive shaft. She bared her chest and breasts as Malachar massaged her ribs and ran his hands up and down her slim, sexy form. He helped the rhythmic movements of her legs as he squeezed her tits with godly dominance. This gave her the last burst of excitement she needed, and, going faster than ever before, wild moaning muffled against his thick cock, finally gave the push the general needed. He came with a loud shout, and, gripping her delicate, beautiful head with both hands, shot a week's load of cum into her body. Now came the next phase, one that had taken her a year to get right. She timed her swallows, making sure to gulp down the maximum amount of cum while leaving her mouth open for more. She modulated her breathing, making sure everything went down without blacking out or choking on the thick, white liquid. She massaged her throat with her hands to help, as she moaned, the vibrations created helping it go down all the faster. Ten seconds in, she felt the stuff reach her stomach, and Twenty, felt hot white liquid pouring out her ass and pussy, streaming down her thighs, and settling in a pool beneath her feet. At last, the load stopped, and the man pulled out, leaving a dazed, lustful girl to fall over, disoriented, into the result of their hour's work. She was covered from drenched hair to nimble feet in a thick layer of cum, sweat, and saliva. But as she looked up, she noticed that the general was as clean and superior as ever. In fact, he was glowing, an inner light shining from his brow and his body gleaming like platinum armor in the glory of an afternoon sun. She struggled weakly below, finding it hard to even get up from her position of absolute humiliation. And just from this alone, the slave girl came again, body heaving weakly as her own insignificant juices flowed forth. Groaning and gasping, she let it out, making sure not to get her unworthy waters over the general's carpeted floor. She gathered it all and drank it down again, not wishing to sully her master's glory with the dirty liquids of a sex slave. Her master nodded once and marched off. With two steps, he was at the door, fully clothed again, his mighty plate armor materialized once again around his cut body. "Tomorrow," he started, stern again, "I expect you at the armory. First light." He turned around and started down the long hallway to the main entrance, where his butler was dutifully waiting. "Dismissed." Nessa began looking around for a towel. She quickly realized that she would have to use her hair and mouth instead. Alone at last, she smiled with contentment. After thirty years of marriage my husband confessed his "urge to crossdress." As if I didn't know. I slapped him, not a huge bitchslap, he didn't deserve that. More of a "Yes, you offended me" type of thing. It stung and his face swung and he turned back to me and I could see tears in his eyes. More humiliated than hurt. I snapped my fingers and pointed at the floor. I didn't do that often but he knew what I meant. He knelt and looked at my feet. It wasn't a perfect scenario as I was dressed in jeans and flats rather than exquisite hosiery and my faux Loboutins, but they were a pair of round-the- house shoes that I'd made him polish and lick clean from time to time, so he was bonded to them. "That was for your hiding it from me all this time, you cur -, you -, you - bitch! The silly wumpus, I could tell the abuse was stimulating him, his cute little prickus hardening in his tight shorts. These were women's shorts, sized to show his pretty ass and lots of thigh. Even pre-confession I 'let' him shave his legs (and mine, too, for that matter - he adores the personal service tasks I permit him.) I let my voice calm a bit. Time for some fun. "So, you want to be a girl? You've never been much of a husband and if it weren't for your oral skills I'd have junked you years ago." Thirteen. That's the most orgasms he'd given me with that pretty mouth of his, in a single session. It was a lovely warm spring afternoon by the pool at the house we were sitting for a friend. His wife had left him and all of her clothes to run off with a neighbor's gardener of all things. A tall, big girl, her bikini's fit my little sissy perfectly with the medium forms I'd glued to her chest. You should have seen the delight in her big green eyes as she pranced here and there feeling the bounce! I'd not referred to the fact I knew he had a secret stash of pretties in the garage and dressed up almost every time I left the house. My nanny cam caught him endless times vacuuming in heels with the stereo turned up. I loved the fact that I'd return from work and find the house spotless and neatened in 'her' special sissy way. But I never let on that I knew and my'making' him wear women's things was supposed to be my kink, the submission, his. Cruel mistress that I am, I reserved this for special occasions, like housesitting for the Amazon's soon-to-be ex-husband. After the marathon tonguing by the pool, I showered with him, supervising his body shave, then overseeing a spa afternoon in which I taught him the mysteries of expensive makeup systems. She was an apt pupil, focused and intent on pleasing me with her new skills. She was so good I let her do my face as well. I whacked together a field-expedient gaff for my new girlfriend and drove her to a lesbian club that evening where she was the hit of the kareoke contest, her perfectly formed orbs threatening to explode from the Amazon's bra which didn't quite fit in a good way, I mean. I fought off the good intentions of several of my friends to help me with after-club pleasure of my new doll and took her home alone to explore her newfound femininity most intimately. Anyone reading this with a sissy husband - do all of them kiss differently when in femme mode? My lovely becomes so submissive and giving it's almost embarassing. I'm not naturally butch but she draws it from me - I topped her good that evening and taught her the joys of the double-D, a lengthy purple thing that she became a nuisance later, asking me for it. "You know," she said sweetly, "The thing with heads on both ends..." I laughed and told her I'd forgotten it and now that Eric was back and had decided he was gay while in the Tuscan hills, was probably not available nor desirable for our use. I saw my love internet-shopping later and sighed, realizing I'd made a monster, or unleashed one at least. But I digress. It was time to punish the sissy kneeling before me. I should probably whack his behind red with that wooden hairbrush we reserve for that use. But another idea formed - I let the cruelty creep into my voice. "Anthony's wife is away, darling, and she gave me full rein to utilize him while she was gone. I wonder if he does special sissies like mine?" I let my voice trail away and my darling let slip an almost inaudible whimper. Anthony and Priscilla are the neighborhood players, what would have been called'swingers' when most of us were kids. They more-or-less openly provided and accepted physical intimacy to, well, anyone, I guess. I'd never heard of them saying 'No'. This would have been almost trite in the context of the twenty-first century but Anthony was very, very well-endowed and useful if one enjoyed the sight of his tall, sculpted body with that monster poking out from the middle. The neighborhood rang with the sounds of the weights he lifted and the cries of the maidens he pleasured constantly. Priscilla worked outside the home but they were married so she knew everything and anything he did and vice versa - they were a very close couple. She taught yoga and Pilates at the gym, another source of bodies for the two of them to share, so she was quite lovely to the eye as well. So my little pretty was worried about the size of Anthony's shlong? I could see his trepidation had another side, that bulging through the pretty shorts. Another whimper, this one probably lust. I dialed the phone. We both heard the weights drop to the floor as Anthony got up from the bench to grab his phone. "Anthony? This is Marta." "Hi, yes, I knew Priscilla was visiting her Mother." "I have a question." Sissy knew that I'd had Anthony in my bed before and that A. and Priscilla had given me a birthday present threesome one year he had to be on the West Coast for work instead of home celebrating with me. Oh, that monster, how a girl is pleased when she's properly bred! But Anthony's charm lessened when one got away from the essentially physical aspects - not among the brightest, our neighbor, but fun in his own unique way. Anthony's nattering tapered off as he remembered I had a question. "I have the cutest little sissy here that deserves a harsh breeding. I don't suppose -" "Oh, you love Sissy Crossdressers? Especially ones with tiny cock-lets?" I'm sure my love could hear Anthony's raving about the universality of his desires. Kind of wordy when he's excited, isn't he? Could I dress her up? Like that cute little college girl that delivers groceries to all the houses? I did wonder why he fixated on that one. There's no way she hadn't been invited inside at Priscilla and Anthony's house to get her tip. Maybe...I wish my imagination wasn't so fruitful. Now I need to order groceries... "Two questions, then, darling...what color nail polish do you most enjoy, and - our place or yours? I just had sissy-girl change the sheets on our SuperKing. Yes, the silk ones you remember. Excellent! See you at 3!" I hung up and stared down at my pretty husband. He does make a pretty girl, I must admit. A bit tall but her ass was to die for - really too big considering his biological sex but still tight from the yoga he pretends isn't to maintain 'her' slender figure. When we met he had a buzz cut but for years he'd worn it shoulder length and he seemed to adore man-buns and ponytails. Time to get her ready. "Anthony wants pink nail polish and pigtails. I have just the outfit - a miniskirt and over-the-knee socks and those silly Mary Janes I bought you for your birthday. Kind of a schoolgirl fetish, I guess, but, whatever...you must remember that -" **Chapter 01: Arrival** As I pulled onto the gravel driveway, I remembered arriving here nearly 8 years ago with Mark. It was even more secluded, just one or two houses along the shoreline. Only a few more houses had been built over the years but most of them were far away, except for one that was built about 20 yards from mine. Our place was Mark's idea for a getaway from the chaos of New York City. It took a few years for the place to be what we exactly wanted, and his salary as a physician was obviously helpful. I put the car in park and walked up to the front door. I touched the smooth wood of the door and inserted the key into the door. As I walked into the opening, the memories of all the times that the two of us had in this place, especially all the places where we had embraced in passionate heat. I walked across the living room to our bedroom door, but I was unsure of how long I would be able to use the word, "our". I sat down on the cream-colored comforter and laid back. I could smell his scent, an odor the both pleased and disgusted me. I laid there for a few moments and walked back outside to get the rest of my things. On my last trip I heard a conversation and looked over the house near mine. There were two men, probably in their mid-twenties and holding each other's' hands. One was probably about 5'8 with dark blonde hair and a nice tan. The other was close to 6'0, with short brown hair. They were an attractive couple, it reminded me of Mark and I, but I didn't want to think of the bitterness of our situation. They noticed that I was watching them and all I could muster was an awkward wave. They both smiled, the one with brown hair laughed a bit and they both walked inside. I tried to laugh off the extreme awkwardness of the situation, but I was still incredibly embarrassed. I put away my belongings and made dinner. As I sat down, I noticed a photo album on top of the refrigerator and looked through the pictures as I ate. As I scrolled through the pages I realized that this was one that contained several erotic photos, including Mark's cock in my mouth, and my ass. I missed the sweet pre-cum that oozed out of him. But I also remembered one bad habit Mark had, his tendency to put his dick in any man's hole that he wanted. Rage started to fill inside me and I threw the album against the wall. It was a Thursday when I found out about Mark's little transgressions. I went home around noon that day because I had felt disgusting the entire morning and threw up several times. It was probably food poisoning from the dinner we had a few nights before. I walked into our apartment to see his keys on the kitchen counter and heard noises coming from the hallway. I walked quietly only to find Mark with another man. He looked familiar, one of the young residents at the hospital. He was riding Mark's 8 inch cock almost as good as I. I couldn't move all I could do was watch. The resident kept riding Mark, moaning with ecstasy as each thrust slammed into his pink hole. The resident's ass slightly red from all the grabbing and smacking, something that I knew Mark loved to do to me. They quickly changed to a missionary position with Mark's cock slamming in and out of the resident's tight hole. They were sweaty, and their hair was becoming soaked. Mark quickly took out his condom- less cock and started jerking it until he let out a cry of ecstasy and came all over the man's face. The resident quickly wiped any come that wasn't in his mouth and swallowed it all. Mark quietly uttered, "I think I'm in love with you". They kissed and rest became a blur. The painful memory brought tears streaming down my face. I cleaned up my mess and put my dishes away. I went to the bedroom to check my phone and noticed several voicemails from Mark. I almost dialed his number, wanting to apologize for my outburst and to want to try to work things out. But I realized the pain from the man that I loved for more than 10 years was much stronger than the desire to call. I opened the back of my phone and took out the battery and quietly placed it in my dresser. I fell back on the bed and shed a few more tears before I drifted asleep, and escaped all the problems that life had dealt me. I awoke around noon the next day in a groggy haze. I went back into the bathroom to piss and take a shower. The hot water relaxed the tightness that had developed overnight and cleared up the mental fog I was in. I walked out of the bathroom when I was done, without my towel. I looked outside with a bit of astonishment to see my neighbors fucking in what was considered they're backyard. The shorter was riding his man with intense passion. I felt my cock get hard and I decided to jerk off in plain view. I imagined his sweet lips around my cock, working his tongue around the tip. Then I'd start fucking his sweet ass, slow at first and getting faster with each passionate thrust. I'd cum in his hole and then he'd turn me around and start pounding me from behind, pleading him to ravage my hole. As soon as came all over the window, I looked out and noticed that he was looking at me. He kept getting fucked but stared at me and smiled with his devious grin. I licked the cum off the window, hoping he'd see what I wanted from him. _This is a story that was written after a short spell of writers block. I couldn't figure out a new story to write, so I decided to hold off getting myself off until I wrote one._ ********** OK, not exactly the story I was thinking about originally when I decided to write the next story, but it is a good one, at least it was for me. This is not a fictional work at all, this is me retelling the story from one Friday afternoon. I had been trying to decide on a story for close to a week but couldn't think of a good one or at least a good way to write up any of the ones I had in my head. I kept going back to my favorite memories and fantasies, masturbating to different ones, trying to figure out which one got me going the most and which one would make the best story to read, but I could not come up with one specifically that would get me going. After a week of trying to figure it out, I had an idea. I was going to hold off on masturbating until I figured out a story to tell, figuring that the hornier I got, the more likely I was to come up with something to put on paper, so to speak. I knew I would come up with something because I was getting more frustrated as the week went on, spending hours sitting in class, time at my desk, even at home at night watching things that turned me on, stroking myself slowly, but never allowing myself to cum until I could think of something to write down. This morning I jumped on the internet and started reading while only half listening to a conference call and soon noticed I was hard again (I have been pretty much half hard since I made the decision to hold off). I was sitting there, reading a few stories on Literotica, looking across my desk at the woman in my office's tits, looking up her skirt when she crossed her legs (don't know if she was doing it on purpose or not, but I didn't care, I wasn't thinking about her directly anyways, she just provided a little extra visual stimulation), slowly stroking my now raging hard-on through my pants behind my desk, wondering if she had any idea as to what I was going to do as soon as this call was over. I found a few stories that got me going even more, and I slowed down, teasing myself more, the anticipation being more than I could handle. I went back and read a few of the stories I had written before and then went back and read the response I got to those stories. Masturbation gets me off quicker than anything, and knowing that someone else is masturbating because of a story or image I put in their mind, I can picture it completely, wanting so much to see the pleasure I brought to them, knowing I am responsible for the ecstasy they experienced (or will experience), almost caused me to cum in my seat right there. I stopped reading for a minute to try to calm my cock down enough to excuse myself but it was more difficult than I imagined. I could feel it straining against the fabric and could feel a drop of pre-cum getting ready to form, so I had to make a break for it then. I closed my browser and locked my computer and excused myself to "use the restroom." As I walked past her, my hard-on having subsided enough to not be extremely obvious, but there was still a noticeable bulge, I saw her watch as I walked by, staring intently at my crotch, before looking back down at the pad and pen in her lap. I left the room and quickly headed for the men's room. There is a small men's room in the back of the service department, near a lot of electronic equipment (so lots of noise) that I have used before. I quickly made my way there, closing and locking the door behind me. I quickly unzipped my pants and my cock sprang to life, no longer restrained. A couple of firm, slow strokes from the base up to the head and soon I had enough pre-cum to lubricate my now fully erect shaft. I leaned back against the wall, stroking my cock with deliberate strokes with my right hand, squeezing it the length of the shaft and then rubbing the head with my thumb when I got to the end. I cupped my left hand, placing my balls in my palm, holding my middle and ring fingers together, pressing up against my taint, putting pressure on my prostate, visualizing a woman fingering herself and mimicking the motions. I closed my eyes and visualizations and images flooded my mind. I saw flashes of an ex-girlfriend, a one night stand, the first time I saw a woman masturbate, and a flashback to the first time I had masturbated in front of anyone (that is another story I will soon tell). Then I started having visions of events I had never seen but were clear as they could be, visions of people masturbating to me. I pictured you reading this story, getting turned on, maybe when you couldn't do anything about it, breaking free as soon as you could, hurrying away from everyone else and fucking yourself fiercely, you're hands a blur making you cum. This is the vision that pushed me over the edge. I could feel in my left hand that my balls were tightening up and my knees began to tremble. The head of my cock grew in size and began to throb with every heartbeat. I began stroking with my right hand as fast as I could. I spread my legs out giving my left hand more access and with the fingers on my left hand I pressed hard against my taint, the pressure sending a jolt through my prostate, causing me to cum. My whole body shook, my cock bounced, ropes of cum spurting out, some hitting the wall, others landing on the floor. I was involuntarily rising up and down on my toes, like I was pushing off while fucking someone, my stomach began to cramp from cumming so hard. I slowed down as my orgasm subsided, only slowly stroking my cock now, working out the remaining cum, careful to avoid my now sensitive head. I carefully cleaned up and washed my hands and face and made it back to my office to finish the conference call. I walked back in to my office and noticed the woman who was in there when I left was now not there. I sat back down at my desk, unlocked the computer and about 5 minutes later she walked back in and sat down, looking flushed and slightly out of breath, but with a smile on her face of her own. I wonder...
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She loved to drive. Driving gave her a chance to think, to meditate, to steal a few moments for herself by herself. Driving across Florida from East to West was a special treat though. She loved the Everglades, loved the raw beauty of it. Still pristine and protected, she could see the way the southern part of Florida must have looked before all the people and the pollution and the money came. Mind you, she isn't really a nature girl, she loves her cities, but the Everglades have always had a special charm in her eyes: like anything could happen there, like it was somehow magical. She took Alligator Alley across. The old road not as well paved as the new, much more used I-75, but you can still alligators on the side of the road and if you're very, very lucky, you can see hawks fly across the swamps. She didn't see any alligators or hawks on her trip but then again she wasn't truly looking. She was meeting her lover. And just the thought of him made her ache and hunger and forget the rest of the world. It was like he was the only one that could sooth her restlessness, the only one that could satisfy that need that she had never really been able to name. He was waiting for her in the parking lot of the near empty beach. Leaning on his bike, legs crossed, big bright smile on his sensuous mouth. His dark, warm skin rested against the cool chrome of the machine beneath him, and at that very moment she wished for nothing else than to be that machine, to have him resting on her, to have his skin against hers. Soon. Patience. It was no fun if she always rushed headlong into it but it was so hard to help herself with him. She ached and hungered. She wanted and lusted after. Him. Him. Him. The Gulf of Mexico pulled into the shore behind him. Its dark waters carrying the secrets of the universe along with more marine life than she had ever seen in the smooth clear waters of the Atlantic on her side of the world. But she didn't really see it. She only had eyes for him. "Hello lover", she whispered in her breathy, soft voice. He didn't answer; instead he slowly got up and walked the 2 steps that separated them. He pulled her into his lean frame, molding her body into his. She knew from the first time she ever spoke with him that they would fit together, like a peanut butter and jelly, like Lennon and McCartney. She took the span of 3 heartbeats to just smell him, to let his scent engulf her and she closed her eyes against the onslaught of how it affected her. How the sight and smell of him made her heart race and her pussy unfurl and her nipples harden. Already. And then his lips were on hers, soft full lips, warm inviting lips. Kissing her. Fanning her fires. One hand cupping her ass, the other grabbed her hair behind her neck as if, he too, couldn't get enough of her, as if he too hungered and ached. "I missed you" he whispered in his smooth sexy voice. "Mmmmmmmmm, I missed you more" she responded against his lips, licking them, biting them, kissing them. "You know I am an insatiable woman and that my only chance of feeling the least bit sated is with you." He laughed into her neck where he was slowly kissing her, tasting her, smelling her. She smelled like white almonds and she tasted like heaven. His lover's taste. Suddenly he was the anxious one; he wanted to taste her everywhere, right there in the parking lot, right there in front of anyone that might see. "Get on the bike my insatiable woman", he told her with a wicked gleam in his eyes. She loved that look, it was the look that told her he was about to do something crazy, out of control, something wild. She did as he asked and he drove away, the wind instantly whipping through her hair, her big round breasts pressing against his back, her hands cupping his dick, slowly stroking it through the demin of his jeans as he maneuvered the bike through palm tree lined streets. He pulled into a deserted stretch of beach somewhere between Naples and Bonita Springs, parking the bike under a great big palm tree. "Take off your jeans". She could tell by his voice that he meant business and that to argue would be futile, still she hesitated, taking off her clothes in public was not something she was completely comfortable doing. But the look in his eyes did not allow for discussion, so she bent down to remove the high heeled strappy sandals that she wore. "Not the shoes, just the jeans." Oh so it was going to be like this today. Well okay. They usually went to a hotel when they met; spending the few hours they had stolen rolling like thunder between the sheets. But he had other ideas today and that was fine by her. Didn't he know? She'd take him any way she could have him. "What about the t-shirt? Do I take that off too?" she asked sweetly, getting into the game. And this game took her out of her comfort zone. But she was an adventuress at heart, and she loved the idea of not knowing what was going to happen, loved the thought of him leading her into uncharted waters. "No, leave it on. I love the way it fits over your tits. I might tell you to remove it later but keep it on for now." She took off her jeans while listening to his soft cadence. His voice has always turned her on; from the very first time she heard it. She thinks he could make her cum with just his voice and his touch on her body, but not her pussy. But that's another story for another day. She stood against his bike, her hair windblown and messy, a soft smile on her lips, with nothing on but some strappy heels, a tight black t-shirt and a tiny, black and cream colored thong. "You look good enough to eat. As a matter of fact, I think that's exactly what I'm going to do. I've been hungry for your pussy all week long waiting for you. Now be a good girl and sit on the bike and open your legs wide for me. I want to be able to see your pussy before I devour it." Damn, he made her so hot with his words. She loved it when he told her what he was going to do before he did it. She scooted up onto the seat and slowly opened her legs. He stood before her, lightly touching her thighs, lightly kissing her neck. Moving down her body with his mouth, kissing and sucking her nipples through the shirt and bra, drawing them in hard into his mouth, leaving the material wet and her nipples aching. She was so turned on, grasping, restless, needy. "Please, papi, please…more." "I'll give you more baby, you know I will." With those words she felt his fingers over the gusset of her thong, rubbing, making the material fold into her warm pussy lips. "Wet already?" So rhetorical, he knows she's been wet for him for days. "Is this for me?" "Papi, it's all yours. Please. Please." "I love it when you beg. Such a good little slut. What do you want, tell me what you want." "I want your black thick dick in my pussy. Please papi please." "Right here? Anyone could see us. Are you sure you want me to fuck you here?" "Yes baby, I don't care who sees us. I want you inside me, I dream with it. I crave it." He loved it that she was so turned on as to not care. He knew that she of the mindset that a woman should be a lady in public and a freak in bed and he had just brought the bed out in public and still she didn't tell him no. He sat on his hunches and moved the thong aside. He could see her pussy glistening in the bright sunshine. She was open and oh so wet. So wet for him. He leaned in and took a long lick, like he would dripping ice cream cone. And then another. Pausing to look up into her hooded eyes. And then again, and again. He could hear her soft moans from above but he didn't put any pressure on her clit, instead he continued with that flat tongue licking until she thought she'd simply go insane. "Papi, oh my god, please baby, please….." Her begging and the taste of her sweet pussy were totally getting to him. He could feel his dick growing harder and fatter in his jeans. He knew he was going to take her there even though he hadn't meant to do it like this. He meant to only tease her, to lick her till she was going mad and then to drive to the hotel where he could properly fuck her. But there was no way he was waiting. She was hot and ripe and ready. And he wanted to fuck her. Now. He stood up and unzipped his jeans, before he could reach in and take his cock out she was there; warm, soft hands inside his pants, snaking through his boxers till she found his hard, heavy dick. He heard her suck in a breath. It didn't matter how many times he fucked her, he loved the way she discovered him each and every time, like it was always the first time, like she was always impressed (oh and she was.) "What do you want girl?" "You know what I want, you know I want this black dick inside me:" "Oh I'm going to give it to you baby. Till you beg me to stop." He sat her straddling the seat of the bike, right on the very edge of it and with his hand on his hard dick he moved in between her legs. It was a tight fit on the bike so he leaned her back and told her to grab the back of the seat. He kissed her hard, letting her taste her delicious pussy on his lips as her legs came around his lower back. He wanted to tease her more, he really did, but instead he pushed his dick in hard, feeling all of her tight, wet pussy gripping him. One push and he was all the way inside her. Sheathed, enveloped, enclosed inside her warm wet pussy. She tried to catch her breath but she felt impaled, stuffed, helpless and full of that which she most coveted. God, she loved his dick inside her, a part of her brain was registering that he was fucking her on a motorcycle, in public, but that part of her brain didn't matter. All that mattered was how he felt inside her. And then he began to move. "I want you to cum all over my black dick baby. I want to hear you scream and moan for me and shatter into a thousand pieces just for me. Is this my pussy? Tell me this is my pussy." "Fuck papi, it's your pussy. It belongs to you. Oh fuck, yeah, just like this…." She felt her orgasm begin mere moments after he started fucking her and she held on to the bike hard and cried out his name into the wind so that it carried it across the white sands and into the ocean. He continued to move inside her while he kissed her face, her shoulders, her hair. He was as deep inside her as he could go and it still wasn't enough. More. Just like her, he always wanted more. "Damn woman, I love watching and hearing you cum. You gonna cum again for me mami, you gonna give me what I want?" He fucked her for a long time on that motorcycle, knowing that all he had to do was tell her to cum and she would. She could never deny him what he wanted. When he did finally cum, he moaned her name into the wind as she had his and he fell into her and into the seat of the bike raining kisses on her neck and mouth. He was sure someone might have seen them, and the last thing he wanted was the cops called out to the beach because a white woman and a black man were fucking in full view of anyone walking past. So he reluctantly pulled out of her warmth and back into his jeans. He stood up and looked at her. What a picture she made, legs splayed open, one hand on her breast and a look of pure satisfaction on her face. "You look sated my insatiable woman." "Oh I am, my fantasy lover. This will hold me over, till the next time you and I meet and I get my more. She had always wanted to try this: to make herself cum for a complete stranger as he watched without touching her. And she'd always been afraid to do it, for all the obvious reasons. But after chatting with him for all those months, for some reason she felt comfortable with the idea. (Her husband would be SO pissed, if he knew.) After he had suggested that she come with an escort, she had accepted his offer to meet him "for a drink" at the Hotel del Coronado. Her best friend, amazed that she could even consider such a thing, had eventually agreed to come along to protect her from such an obviously crazed lunatic. What her best friend didn't know, what she had "forgotten" to mention, was the fact that this was not, in the strictest sense, their first time. She recalled his breathless watching and enthusiastic urging when she had first masturbated for him on her webcam. When she was finally done, soaked and panting, she was more than a little bit pleased to look at her computer screen and see him stroking himself to a fine, spurting finish as well. She had watched in rapt attention as what seemed a long flood of his hot seed jetted from his rigid penis. Now, several weeks later, she and her best friend were walking through the lobby to the bar on the left of the front desk, "just to be polite". The trip over the graceful, curving arch of the bridge and through "downtown" Coronado had been uneventful, if a little bit tense. They were both (especially the friend) taken aback when he arose from his table to greet them. Much taller than she had thought, incredibly well dressed, and every inch a gentleman. After being seated by him, they had ordered drinks, and while waiting for them, entered into the normal sort of small talk one engages in when meeting with a pleasant stranger. The sun is low over Point Loma, and shore birds play in the advancing and retreating surf line. The drinks arrive, and he deftly changes the topic of conversation. She found herself telling him, in the most open manner imaginable, how much she loved being watched. How she had responded to his own orgasm. And how much she wanted to share it with him again, this time in person. "Gina!" her friend interrupted, "Are you crazy? You don't even know this guy!" What neither of them knew was that her very prim, proper friend was getting increasingly excited by their conversation. Her friend's breathing had quickened somewhat (which she was controlling with great effort), and she had started to lubricate (which she could not control, but that at least was entirely her own little secret). As his flashing eyes and wicked smile were removing any reluctance Gina may have had, her friend was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. "Gina, I'm going home now. And if you have any brains at all, you're coming with me!" Gina knew that this was the decision point. It only took her a moment to review what she knew to be the truth, and what she really wanted to do. "You go ahead, dear. I'm going to stay here and have another drink with our new friend." Casting an unbelieving look at her, Gina's friend turns on her heel and walks out. As she turned back to him, she almost fell into his eyes. Dark, happy, and more than a little bit mischievous. They have another drink, and he asks if she would like a little early dinner. She demurs, saying "Neither of us came here for the food, did we?" His wicked grin was answer enough. They leave the bar, her hand on his arm, looking for all the world like a proper, successful middle-aged couple. Even her wedding ring adds to the illusion. He guides her to a bank of elevators in the "old hotel", and when one of them arrives, presses the button for the uppermost floor. The carpet is incredibly thick in the hall, and a huge floral arrangement is on a console table in the elevator anteroom. They walk through a soundless passageway to a room, the door of which he opens. Inside she is astonished to see not only the large, lovely room she expected, but also what appears to be a professional photographer's lighting setup, which she did not. For some reason, this is incredibly exciting to her. There is a bottle of champagne in one of those fancy silver-plated buckets on the desk, next to a large photo bag.. Wordlessly, he picks up the bottle of champagne, and with a cocked eyebrow, asks if she wants some. "Sure, why not?" Sipping her champagne, she studies him over the rim of the glass. This is her last chance: get out now, or go through with it. With a soft, secret smile, she makes her decision. "Won't you excuse me for a minute?", she asks, and goes into the bathroom. Closing the door behind her, she takes a long look at herself in the mirror. "Not bad for a gal on the far side of 45", she thinks. She begins to strip in the most normal, matter of fact manner imaginable. Just like she had every night of her marriage. But not one of those nights had brought her the excitement she'd experienced in the last hour. She was surprised to see her nipples at rigid attention, a sure sign of impending delight. Stepping out of the bathroom, she succeeds in surprising him. Her wicked grin challenges his own. So far, the only time he has touched her has been to briefly shake her hand in the bar when they entered. "If he's going to jump me, this is time he's gonna do it!" she thinks to herself. She's a little bit disappointed when he smiles broadly at her, sits on the chair at the foot of the bed, and picks up a camera. Shyly, now that the moment has arrived, she sits on the edge of the huge bed. Her knees locked together, she covers her breasts with both hands. Her eyes at first closed, she opens them to look at him. With a small smile on his face, he patiently waits for her to begin. His interest, his patience, and his total lack of aggression quickly overcome her initial shyness. Legs together, she slowly starts to massage her nipples. The little buds stiffen again, and as always, friction on her nipples translates quickly to a tingling between her legs. Eyes closed again, she revels in the sensation her own touch brings. A brief flash is proof that her new friend's camera is working just fine. She smiles as one hand moves down to stroke her belly and her flank. She turns and lies down on the coverlet. For what seems like hours, but is in reality only about ten minutes, she kneads and strokes her breasts while touching her belly. However, not "down there". Not yet. Until one final tug on a nipple induces what is obviously a minor flood from her vulva. One hand on her breast, a finger on the other slowly traces the valley between her legs. Another flash. Legs parted slightly, she traces the cleft of her sex, once, from bottom to top. At the slightest brush from her fingers, her swelling inner labia moves aside, and a trickle of her own wetness oozes out, down her slit, over the puckered little rosebud of her anus. Almost of their own volition, her legs spread. She covers her whole opening with one hand, her middle finger pressed down on her cleft. Her hand slowly begins to massage her whole vulva, with most of the pressure coming on her quickly engorging clitoris. Slowly at first, she strokes the moist folds of her pussy, the inner lips and clit quickly engorging. She combs the little lips between her fingers, slides one finger briefly inside. She is not surprised to find that she is absolutely soaking. On and on she rubs, her ministrations occasionally punctuated by his electronic flash. The flash, mirrored from a reflector on the opposite side of the bed, fires in near perfect time with her rising need. Harder now, she mashes her clit between her finger and her pubis, that swollen little pearl sending wave after wave of intense pleasure up into her belly. Her need mounts, she can feel the gathering orgasm build deep in her body. Her head arches backward involuntarily, her neck straining. Her mouth twists in near agony, and then..... She simply erupts. Inchoate moans escape her lips as her hips buck in time to the stroking of her vulva. Spasmodically, her hips grind and jerk, slamming her clit even harder into her fingers. Mindlessly, one hand twists and stretches her labia as the other punishes her clitoris. Wave after wave of the most perfect orgasm wash over her. She has forgotten about him, about the camera: everything fades in the face of this most perfect orgasm. It goes on for about two minutes, but it seems timeless. Slowly she returns to reality. The bedclothes are twisted around her, her thrashing legs having disarranged them completely. Her face and chest are completely flushed, and her wetness is slowly seeping into the counterpane. It takes her a while to regain her breath (and her composure) enough to actually talk again. "Well, what do you think?" Without a word he stands up, removes his clothes and moves to the side of the bed. His stiff, swollen manhood suddenly the focus of all her attention. Gently he grasps her legs, pulls them towards him and over the edge of the bed. Widely spread, her throbbing pussy is right on the edge of the bed. "He's going to fuck me now. I knew it!" "What's fair is fair" he says. And begins stroking his already swollen penis, barely a foot from her face. "Let me" she begs, but he just smiles at her and shakes his head. His own pre-cum has completely lubricated his shaft and quickly and spasmodically he comes to an incredibly rapid orgasm of his own. Hot jets of his seed splash across her front, one squirts directly at her wet, swollen cunt. Finally, he sits down next to her. He asks "You didn't happen to bring along any toys, did you?" "No", she replies both surprised and saddened. "Well I have this little present for you." Going over to his photo bag, he slowly withdraws the biggest damn dildo she has ever seen. Her eyes widen with shock, excitement, and a little bit of fear. Wordlessly, he hands her the huge intruder, gently presses her back onto the bad, and with one hand begins to wipe his cum from her. Some he massages into her vulva, but most of it is used to anoint and lubricate the obscene plastic dong. Than he hands it to her, and reaches again for his camera.......
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_June 3_ _rd_ _1885_ _Somewhere above The Stonewall Mountains_ If there was a sound more appropriate for calculating the lifting capacity of an ellipsoid roughly eight hundred feet in length than the music from a string quartet, I was not sure what it might be. I scratched away with a ballpoint pen I had purchased in Caladon from its inventor. He had gone on at length about the reservoir of ink within and how long it could go before being needing a refilling. But what had impressed me was the fact that it could write on nearly any surface. Including, for instance, a cocktail napkin. The barkeep had looked at me as if I was speaking elvish when I had asked if he had had any paper. "What's this here?" The voice - thick and blustery - drew my attention. My brows furrowed and I looked over my shoulder, then down at the gnomish gentleman who had stepped up to the bar where I was hunched and scribbling. The gnome looked up at me through thick rimmed spectacles and was gripping onto the suspenders underneath his rustic smoking jacket as if they were the only things keeping him rooted to the carpeted floor. Behind him loomed the ominous and incongruous combination of a servants black and white finery and the iron hard muscle and greenish complexion of a truly immense half-ogre. The combination of gnome and half-ogre bodyguard was so common as to be nearly a cliché, but I will tell you this: A cliché remains effective when well used. And the low, threatening expression on the half-ogre's face was _quite_ well used. "I beg your pardon, my good sir?" I asked the gnome. The gnome seemed to become more rancorous from politeness than he might have been if I had spat in his face and strangled him with his own necktie. "What exactly are _you_ doing here at the bar, half-orc?" he asked. "Do you even have a ticket?" I sighed, then made to reach into my smoking jacket. The half-ogre clenched his fists and growled and I tensed, momentarily. A single wrong move might end my so far rather delightful voyage with a stoved in nose-bone and my brains dribbling out of my ears. I thanked whatever gods were listening that I had stowed my revolver in my room, as it meant there was nothing more threatening in my jacket than the rumpled ticket that I produced once they saw I was not carrying a weapon. The ticket, embossed with the Industrial Council's cog and the flag of the United Kingdom, was rumpled because I had grabbed it off the poker table before flinging myself through the window of the Roseborough Inn. The fellow who had wagered it had clearly believed it was impossible that a half-orc could draw royal flush without cheating and my argument that the odds were merely one in six hundred and forty nine thousand seven hundred and forty had been less than persuasive. The gnomish gentleman eyed the ticket, then harrumphed. "I see," he said. "I was not aware that any half-orc would be so adventurous and intelligent, to set foot upon the newest Wonder of Our Age." I could hear the capital letters. I smiled, then picked up the drink I had ordered before. I sipped as the quartet in the corner of the ball room started up their next set - a sprightly number that was something someone could actually dance too. When I set my drink down, I sighed, feeling the pleasant burn of the cheapest whiskey that was available sandpapered its way down my throat. Hey, I wanted a drink. But no one else here could _tell_ what I was drinking, so why bother reaching beyond what my scant few coins could manage? "Well, Mr..." I paused. "Castleburger. Godfrey Castleburger," the gnome offered. I inclined my head. "Well, Mr Castleburger-" "Senator Castleburger," he corrected. I pursed my lips fractionally. Of course he had left the _senator_ out. I repressed the first response that wanted to spring to my lips and carefully said: "Senator Castleburger. I could hardly pass up a chance to be suspended beneath three hundred tons of flammable gasses." I sipped my drink. "What _red blooded_ man wouldn't?" Senator Castleburger scoffed. "Ah, I see, you've been listening to the fear mongers aboard this fine airship." He slapped his palm against his chest with a sound not unlike a drum being struck. Gnomes tended to being scrawny, unlike halflings or dwarves, and Castleburger was no exception. His stature and his posture reminded me of nothing more or less than a greyhound that had learned to walk on his hind legs, followed by an introduction to the Academy of Posh Gits, which he graduated from. With honors. "The IFS _Zephyr_ is completely safe," he said. "Why, each section of the flight balloon is separately sealed within its own ingeniously designed self- repairing bubble of canvased fabric. There are spare hydrogen stores within the ship, in pressurized forms, themselves contained within the hardiest armor and the sturdiest tanks that the United Kingdom could devise. What is more, even if the impossible were to happen and _every_ single section of the balloon was to be perforated the _dozens_ of times that it would require for them to lose lift, the propellers can be angled _downward_, to allow us to land safely, whether we came down in University Court or...or...or...the Isle of Thanos!" I arched an eyebrow. "So, you'd go so far as to claim that this ship is unsinkable?" I asked. "Well, we're an _airship_, not a sailing ship, but...yes!" Senator Castleburger said. Which was when the quartet's music was shattered by a horrible _chatter chatter chatter_ noise, the shattering of glass, the screams of men and women, and twin buzzing roars. The half-ogre bodyguard of Senator Castleburger pushed the elderly gnome to the ground then knelt over him as he had been trained. I sighed, downed my drink, and crumpled up my napkin of equations. "But of course," I said, dryly. I started towards the door leading out of the ballroom as several crewmen, resplendent in their red jackets and tall hats, shouted for everyone to remain calm. The screaming did not abate. In the narrow corridor, I braced both hands against the walls, to keep myself from skidding away as the _Zephyr_ started to cant crazily to the left. Or was that the port? Either way, it made heading up the stairs to my chambers on the fourth deck tricky. I had to brace my feet against the insides of the stairs and use the banisters to keep myself from pitching forward. That chatter chatter noise again. But this time, I was able to see their effects and could piece together the source: The ceiling _piffed_ as holes exploded through thin wood and thinner steel. Sparks and wooden chips showered onto my shoulders and head. I lifted my arm and crouched down low and the holes passed me by, without tracing a line through my soft flesh. I shook myself and looked up at the holes. A name came to mind. I had read of it in The Tarantian, boasting of the United Kingdom's newest weapons. "A machined gun?" I whispered. And then the _Zephyr_ shuddered and rocked. My nose flared and I scented smoke. Flames. I shuddered and resumed my movements, trying to keep my feet while the slewing grew more and more intense. I had to scramble over a ledge made of what had once been a wall to reach the corridor that led, hypothetically, to my room. I saw an elven man in a suit of leather armor, clutching a still faintly luminescent longbow. He had been shot four times through the chest and head, his brains oozing upon the floor. I shook my head, scrambling past the sad scene. "Sorry, old boy," I whispered, then came to my door. I put my hands to my pockets, and realized that somewhere in the confusion, I had lost the key. Another explosion rocked the ship and I heard the massive propellers groan and sputter and _die_. Then the chattering started again. I flung myself down as best as I could. Wood splinters sprayed across my back. I looked up and saw that the lock to my door had burst apart. "My thanks," I muttered, then crawled into my room. I knew that it was essentially a talismanic gesture, but I wished to hit the ground holding my revolver. I succeeded in this task admirably. *** I opened my eyes to a splitting headache and a sense of miraculous awe. I was _alive_. Yes, my spine felt as if it had been worked over by a dwarven masseuse and my head felt as if the entire human population of the United Kingdom had stepped on it on their way to the train station, but I was _alive_. I shifted in the small hollow of wreckage that had formed around me and craned my head about to try and get a bead on where I was. It seemed that my room had _crumpled_ upon impact with the ground, forming a perfect cylinder around me that had spared me all save for the bumping and the scraping. I checked my pockets, then looked around myself once more. There was my luggage. It had been compacted almost entirely, save for a single corner of a suitcase. The leather had been torn open and I saw the pouch I kept my bullets in stuck out of the hole. I snatched it and frowned as I heard the ominous _creak_ of metal around me. I scrambled away and out of the tunnel of metal, finding my feet were now whisked out from under me by a cascade of loose debris under my feet. I tumbled, fell, and swore all the way down a roughly pyramidal shape of metal. When I hit the dirt and the brambles beyond, I stood with a slow groan. My jacket was torn positively to ribbons. "Perfect," I said. I took stock of the surrounding area. The airship had come down in the Stonewall mountains, but fortunately, it had struck a relatively clear part of the foothills. The massive heap of scrap metal and shattered wood - burning here and there - was all that was left of the greatest wonder the world had ever seen. I could spy a few bits of engine casing that were intact about half a mile away, one of which had a propeller that spun in starts as whatever dying energies within the housing flared and kicked, like a corpse in the snow. "Help...help me, please..." The wheezy, reedy voice was piercingly clear, even over the rumble and roar of flames. I looked about myself, then saw the source of the voice: A small figure, pinned beneath a chunk of interlaced metal. I sprang forward, then gritted my teeth. My muscles were not exceptional for a half-orc, but they served more than enough to shift the metal and toss it aside. Beneath, I saw the countenance of a gnome. Not the Senator - this poor fellow had none of his haughty airs, nor his sneer. Even when he saw my green skin and smallish tusks, the gnome merely nodded. I knelt down next to him. He reached out from the rubble and took my hand. "Thank you, my friend," he whispered, his eyes unfocused and wandering. I opened my mouth, about to correct him. But then he cut me off, his voice growing intense. "You _must_ find the boy!" He lifted his head and coughed, his eyes narrowing as he looked up at me. "Find the boy and give him back his _ring_..." A wracking great cough shook his slight body and blood flecked along his lips. "He will know what needs to be done..." "What-" I started. "Listen, listen to me." He leaned up more, despite the great pain that this caused him. His hand tightened on mine, frightfully strong. "We _had_ to do it. He did unspeakable things to us. We had no _choice_. We...we had to do what he said. There are so few of us left, the work...it is almost finished. And then...the evil..." His head shook and his eyes widened. I wondered what he saw then. His breath was coming in shorter and shorter gasps. "You can't _imagine_. He's _coming_ back to destroy everything. Everything and every _one_. Please...just find the boy. Tell him that I escaped, that I came to warn...he will know what to...do..." He trailed off, his hand going slack on mine. I wondered if he had passed - but then heard him draw one last breath. He whispered "It's all up to you, my friend. It's...all up..." He trailed off again. This time, he did not draw breath again. I frowned. "Sorry, old boy," I said, quietly. "But I have not the foggiest clue who you are." I reached into the old gnome's jacket, then rummaged about. I came away with but three items. The first was a small, elegantly styled ring. The interior had a small G and a small B inscribed upon it. A name, without a doubt. I shook my head and tucked the ring away, safely. I did not try it on - I had read more than a few tales in the pulp magazines about what happened to foolish adventurers who put on any old ring given them, even those passed to them by dying old men with dire portents of the end of the world. The second item was a small matchbook - lacking all save one match - that came from the very inn that I had started my journey in. I cast my mind back. I did remember, now that I thought of it, a gnome who had bustled out of the smoking room before the poker game had flown apart quite spectacularly. I tucked the matchbook away. Any proof that this fellow had come from somewhere was to be worth while. The third item was a passport, signed in the name of the King of Caladon, allowing the gnome to travel from Caladon itself to the United Kingdom's capital, Tarant. The name upon the passport was Preston Radcliffe. So. I had a battered smoking jacket, a handful of revolver bullets, my pistol, a mysterious warning about some 'great evil' and no idea where exactly I was in a mountain range. "I had wanted adventure, but this is ridiculous," I muttered under my breath. Tucking my pistol into my belt and wishing I had a holster, I turned and found myself looking at a robed figure. The robed figure stood upon a small pile of metal debris, clutching a staff to their chest. Their hood had been drawn up, casting their face in shadow. I froze. I had been so absorbed by the gnome's dying words that I hadn't even heard this fellow sneaking up on me. My eyes darted to the staff, but I saw no sign of magick flaring about it. That did not entirely swear off the chance that this was some powerful wizard. Those cropped up when mysterious rings were involved, didn't they? Slowly, my hand drifted down to my revolver and I narrowed my eyes at the figure. "I...can't...believe it!" the figure said, their voice high and youthful. Or, considering their height, feminine. They reached up and removed all doubt by whipping their hood back to reveal a woman's face and brunette hair. The appearance of a chipmunk was the first comparison that sprang to mind. It was not even meant as an insult - the woman was round cheeked and animated, with eyes that seemed to dart all over, with an intense excitement. It was quite a comely look, if not what one might call classically beautiful. She flung her arms wide, holding her staff in one hand and started to scramble down off her pile of debris. "I mean...you! And the zeppelin! And the _fire_!" She gestured at a burning chunk of wood nearby. "And the altar says that...that...do you have _any_ idea what any of this means!?" I let my hand drift away from my revolver. Despite the situation, I found myself smiling. "No, I-" "You speak!" the woman squeaked. Then, slapping her palm over her face. "Of _course_ you speak, what am I a blathering idiot!?" I was about to offer my observations on that point when the woman inhaled sharply and pointed at me. "Wait! What did you say? Maybe, uh, maybe I should be writing this down..." She started to fumble in her robes, dropping her staff in her excitement. As the staff clattered to the ground, I put my hands on my hips. "My lady, I, uh, I'm not entirely sure I follow..." She wrung her hands, giving up the hunt for pen and parchment. I blinked, then put my hand into my pocket, pulling out the ballpoint pen. She looked at it as if she had never seen a pen before. And considering the inventor claiming to have only patented it two weeks before, it was entirely possible. "I...am at a loss here!" She chuckled, looking rueful. "I don't know what to do. Uh, I mean, you are the...of course you are, I mean, you do know who you are, right?" She bit her lip, then groaned and put her palms over her face. "Of course you do, what sort of brainless, half-baked question is that for the uh..." She dragged her palms down along her face, drawing it taut before releasing it. "...what...do you call yourself?" I smirked. "Rayburn." I held out my hand. "Rayburn Cog. At your service." The girl gaped at me. She looked at my hand. Then looked at me. I blinked and slowly lowered my hand. I wasn't sure if I was being snubbed or not. "Oh." She grabbed my hand and pumped it so vigorously I swore she was about to rip it out of my socket. "Please forgive me, I'm making a bloody mess of this whole affair. My name is Virginia, sir. And I'm new to the Panarii religion, er, your religion and I, oh, wait! Wait!" She stopped the pumping and her speech, then knelt on the ground. Her knees settled and then she clasped her hands before her, bowing her head low. "I, uh, hereby dedicate my, uh, no, _commit_ my life to the Living One! I, Virginia, am at your service. Sir!" _Ah. Good,_ I thought. _She's utterly gone round the bend. Completely hysterical. Lunatic. And I'm alone in the mountains with her._ Slowly, I lifted my palms, raising my eyebrows. "Virginia, you say? I, uh, I don't _think_ I'm who you're looking for." Virginia scoffed. "Yes, yes, of course, you see...you're _him_." She chuckled, then started to stand. She brushed off her knees. "You're the uh reincarnation of er, whose his name? I can never remember...and I'm always getting him mixed up with the other fellow." She waved her hands in a measuring gesture, shrugging nervously. "The, uh, the bad one. You, well, you know how old elven names all sound the same, heh? Right?" She smiled at me, sheepishly. I found the only thing I could muster was an 'uh-huh.' Virginia tried to rally. "Well, right, uh, give me a moment. You see, the Panarii, the religion that's formed around the things that _he_ said, I mean, that _you_ said." She pointed at me, then flung up her hands, her sleeves fluttering. "Oh forget it, lets start at the beginning!...this beginning. Since there's a lot that came before this. You, sir, are the reincarnation of a powerful elf, who the Panarri worship, and whose name is..." "Wait!" I held up my hands. My _green_ hands. "I'm supposed to be an _elf_? Whose named, what, the Thraxios the Exceedingly Orcish?" Virginia barely repressed a giggle. "N-No, uh, right...the name, uh..." She screwed her eyes shut. "Wait! Wait!" She lifted her hands, as if bracing against a wall. "I remember! It's written in the scriptures. 'The Living One will live again on wings of fire!" Or, uh, no, wait, I think it was'reborn' on wings of fire." Her arms fell and she groaned. "Oh, blood and ashes, why do elves always have to be so damned cryptic!?" "It gives them something to do, I suppose?" I suggested, reaching out and clapping my hand to her robed shoulder. "Listen, ma'am-" "Virginia, please. Sir. Living One." She bowed to me so hard and so eagerly that she nearly butted my in the jaw with her head. "Listen, I know this sounds ridiculous, what with you being a half-orc." She stopped, her face going completely pale. "Not that there's anything _wrong_ with you being a half-orc! I had many half-orc friends! Growing up! I mean, half-orcs are just like regular folk! I mean..." She screwed her eyes shut again. I closed my eyes and counted to five. At the very least, Virginia here was _trying_. That went farther than it should have, considering the hand that I had been dealt at birth. And so, I forced a smile onto my face. "Lets focus on getting out of here." "Right!" Virginia said, nodding. "Listen, I was inducted into the Panarri by a wise sage, a woman named Johanna. She's down, in the village, at the base of the mountains!" She jerked her thumb over her shoulder, towards the south. "She knows far more than I! She can clear this up." She paused. "Though, we should look for other survivors, right?" "Right you are," I said, squeezing her hand, then stepping away. "This whole reincarnated elf business? That's all such and such we can leave for another day. For now, lets focus on the here and now." I smiled. She beamed at me, picking up her staff. "That sounds exactly like something that he...who...that sounds like something the Living One would say!" Her eyes shone. "How can you join a religion and not even know the founder's name?" I asked, shaking my head as I started to pick my way away from her. "Hey!" she said. "Elven names are all five syllables too long and have at least six times too many Xs and apostrophes in them! Heh. Heh. Uh..." She sighed, looking miserable as we started to poke through the rubble. *** Three grim hours later, we had determined not a soul else had survived. We had gathered the bodies and stood above them, looking down at them. I shook my head slowly as I held a small letter I had found - crumpled and singed, it had been penned enthusiastically by one of the new unrecognizable bodies. Wilhelmina had been her name, and it sparked a faint memory of a willowy, pale woman who had looked at me as if I hadn't even existed. And now she was dead, and her fiance would never learn of it. I looked at the letter, shaking my head. If I ever found him, I'd give him this. I tucked the letter up. "Should we say something?" Virginia asked. I shrugged. "A moment of silence?" Virginia nodded. "R-Right." She clutched her staff and I crossed my arms over my chest. We stood in the desolate, mountainous pass and the wind bit deep. Virginia shivered. "Come on. We should find the altar. It will have more information than my...well, than me." I nodded. "Come on." A distant wolf's howl split the air. "That is definitely a sign to make haste." We started together, walking carefully along the rough stone and between the few scrubby brushes. Virginia used her staff as most people had throughout history - to keep her balance and help her step over rocks. I, meanwhile, never let my hand wander far from my revolver. Virginia, despite her robes and her inattention to the fine details of the Panarii religion, was quite able at clambering over rough terrain, and made good progress. That is until she tripped over a half-hidden expanse of leather. She squalled out in shock, fell face first over the wooden spar she had struck, and thumped into the leather. I hurried forward and saw that she had fallen up against the strangest contraption I had ever seen. It was destroyed and smashed, but despite that, I could see the bird-like wings thrusting from a narrow harness of metal poles. That looked like a smallish steam engine of some kind. And were those propellers? Virgina scrambled to her feet, blinking as she looked down at the wreck. "Is that...a flying machine?" she asked. "A _heavier_ than air flying machine," I said, slowly, stepping to the side. I knelt down, trying to examine the pilot, who looked as completely dead as it was possible to be. Not many could live sans their lower halves. "And is that an _ogre_?" Virginia whispered. "Yes," I said. "An _ogre_ built a flying machine?" she asked. "I doubt it," I said, pointing. "That embossed symbol? That's the legend of Maxim Machinery, Caladon. They make machined guns for the Caladonese army and for the United Kingdom. And this ship wasn't shot down, it crashed. And that engine shows no damage save from the impact." I made a face. "The ogre crashed the bloody thing." Virginia, meanwhile, had her hand on a rock to keep herself balanced and was reaching out with her staff. She hooked something that glittered around the ogre's neck, then lifted and yanked the staff back. She plucked the amulet she had freed from the ogre's slanted head, then held it up for me to see. It caught the fading sunlight and glittered: A small bronze circle, with a pentagon pattern embossed across it, with a single eye engraved in the center of the pentagon. "Have you ever seen that symbol before?" she asked. "No," I said, quietly. "But I'm remembering the last, rambling words of a dying gnome and I'm beginning to think that the _evil_ might be more than just paranoia." I took the amulet. Virginia blushed. "So, I may not know _much_ about the legends...but I'm fairly certain I'd remember flying ogres." She bit her lip. "We should get to your Elder Johanna," I said, my voice grim. She nodded. The two of us started away from the wreckage and Virginia gasped out in excitement. "There! There it is!" She said, thrusting out with her staff. I saw what she was pointing at: It was a carved piece of rock, set on a plinth, almost directly across from where the _Zephyr_ had crash landed. We approached and Virginia brushed some ingrown moss off the ancient looking stone shrine. I leaned forward and read off the letters carved into it. _And the spirit of Nasrudin shall be reborn on wings of fire in hills shrouded in fog,_ _and fight the last battle with the evil one._ "Well, at least we now know what you're supposed to be called, right?" Virginia asked, smiling at me. I frowned. "Nasrudin? It doesn't exactly suit me. A tad stuffy don't you think?" "H-Hey!" Virginia squeaked. "Don't-" She saw the smile on my face and blushed, smirking at me. "Oh, I see, you're having me on." "Maybe a little," I said, winking. A snarl came from behind us. We turned as one. Virginia held her staff in two hands, with the grip of a skilled staff fighter. Her eyes had lost their wide eyed innocence. Instead, she had them narrowed and her feet had shifted into a combatant's stance. I drew my revolver as well - and saw that, in unison, about twelve wolves had emerged from behind rocks, through brushes, and out of shadows. They looked scrawny. Starving. And their eyes glowed a brilliant red. I pursed my lips. Virginia hissed. "Magick," she whispered. "Which means-" A purple figure stepped onto an outcrop of rock, holding a dagger in one hand. Their other hand flared and flickered with pale green light, swirling around his fingers. Faint hints of leaves could be seen, dancing between those fingertips. The figure was small and scrawny and had a very large head. I groaned. "Oh bloody wonderful, the mountains have a kite infestation," I said. "That's the shaman," Virginia hissed. "I know. Maybe we can work through this peacefully," I whispered back, then lifted one hand. "Ho! We're-" The kite chattered and squalled in their own language, then pointed at us with the dagger. Several other kites - these ones bright red and slightly smaller - emerged from cover, waving their knives. The wolves started forward, growling threateningly. Then they charged. I swore under my breath, leveled my revolver, and blew the shaman's brains out with a single, sharp report. The shaman sprawled and the magic in the wolves eyes faded. But they were clearly only being _encouraged_ to attack, for even without magic, they still charged. Immediately, I saw that there were far too many. Virginia did as well. She swung her staff in a wild arc and the wolves jerked back. With that momentary freedom from immediate attack, we both fled. I pumped my legs and Virginia hiked up her robes, exposing her ankles in the most daring way. I was fortunately able to keep my attention on the ground ahead of me, and spared a few moments to look back and fire wild shots over my shoulder. The _ping_ and _whine_ of bullets striking stone kept the wolves and kites from closing too quickly. "A cave, sir!" Virginia gasped out, pointing. I saw the cave a moment later. It had a narrow opening, perfect! Virginia and I reached the cave with but moments to spare. Virginia immediately turned to face the wolves and the kites charging after us. She struck with her staff - not in wide, curving arcs, but rather, in quick, thrusting motions. She whacked a wolf on the nose, pushed another on its chest, and even parried the knife of a kite hunter who sought to slash at her legs. I, meanwhile, leveled my pistol. Virginia stepped aside at my hissed order and I fired three more times. One wolf's brain exploded, another was caught in the chest. A third was shot in the flank and whined, kicking. This was enough for the pack to retreat, leaving only the kites. And the kites were either braver, or far dumber. One rushed at Virginia. She knocked its knife out of the way, then slammed the butt of her staff into its temple. The kite collapsed, twitching. I reloaded, my fingers fumbling bullets into the chambers. The kites rushed all at once - trying to overwhelm Virginia through sheer force of numbers. "Duck!" I shouted. Virginia threw herself to her belly and I snapped up my revolver, the chamber _clacking_ into the gun. My palm rode above the hammer. I pulled, feathered, pulled, feathered, pulled. Three kites sprawled, dead as door-nails and smoke rose from my revolver in a thin strand. Virginia slowly lifted her head, watching as the last survivor ran for the literal hills. She was on her feet, pumping her fist into the air. "You showed those bast- ahhh!" She cut herself off, looking horrified. "I mean...g-good hit, sir!" I sighed, quietly, then slapped her shoulder. "You did quite well too, Virginia." She smiled, shyly, then shrugged. "Johanna taught me how to fight with a staff." She held it up, then set it back down. "A-And a sword. And a few other things. Bottles! Once! Um, I think that was mostly a joke, though." She shook her head, then narrowed her eyes. "What all this then?" I turned and saw what she was eyeing. The cave was narrow and damp. But the corner at the end of it had a ruddy red glow shining from around the corner. I frowned, sliding new rounds into my revolver after dumping the spent into the chamber. I snapped it shut and walked forward, Virginia at my heels. As we entered into the darkness, Virginia whispered quietly. There was a sudden flash and glow of light behind me. I turned and saw that her palm was glowing with a luminescent sphere of magick energy. "You're a mage?" I asked, honestly surprised. She smiled, shyly. "I know a bit of white necromancy," she said, nodding. "A bit of illusion. Nothing fancy." I nodded. "Well, then. I'll tell you if I ever need to talk to the dead." "Oh, that's black necromancy," she said, quickly. " _White_ necromancy involves the healing of wounds, not causing them." "That-" My words stopped dead as we rounded the corner and saw the source of the light. A corpse sprawled in the cave right next to a well made bed. Several huge rats gnawed on the bones and nibbled at the desiccated fingers. They skittered to the corners of the cave at the shine of our light, leaving the corpse fully visible. But what had transfixed me and Virginia was what hung _above_ the corpse. A spirit, ruddy red and lit within by an internal fire, floated in the air. The face was a death's head skull, while the ribs were an open maw that showed nothing but a swirling flames between their tips. "Please..." the spirit's voice echoed, sounding wracked and tight with pain. "Please, I beg you. Help me." I looked at Virginia, then at the spirit. "Who are you, spirit?" I asked, stepping forward. The spirit made an agonized scream. Virginia clapped her hands over her ears and winced while I gritted my teeth, trying to glare the spirit down. But the scream did not end. It merely went above the pitch I could hear, remaining only as a squirming feeling at the edge of sensation. My skin crawled as words poured from the spirit. "I am Charles Brehgo...I...my friend...we were traveling...priests...we helped...we did what we could...for all we met." It wriggled and rippled. "We came upon a witch. Vile. Witch. Her name..." Its skull-like head twitched like a shuddering clock, the hands writhing and flicking around. "Aribela. She cursed us. Cursed us. With madness. Madness My friend slew me and I am trapped...trapped...until the witch...is slaaaaaaain!" I winced. I looked a t Virginia. "You're the magician, Virginia. Can a witch trap a spirit here?" "It's... _possible_," Virginia said, quietly. "Making it permanent is tricky. It'd take a great deal of power." I sighed, slowly. "Where is she?" I asked. "I can't let someone suffer like this." Virginia breathed in softly. Her eyes shone as she looked at me. I groaned inwardly. She had already been confident I was this Living One. Now I was just confirming the damn thing for her. I shook my head. Damn prophecy and damn elves, I couldn't let someone in such obvious pain suffer like this. The spirit rippled, then focused. And suddenly I _knew_ the location of the witch. It had appeared in my mind, as solidly as if I had a map. I blinked, then nodded. The spirit faded before our eyes, shimmering away, as if it had exhausted its ability to manifest. I could still feel its pain, echoing in the room. But without the spirit's glow distracting me, I noticed that the cave had a bed and a small footlocker. It had clearly been used as a hideout. I glanced at Virginia, then stepped forward to the footlocker. "What are you doing?" Virginia asked. "Virginia, we're in the wilderness. A wilderness infested by wolf packs, kite tribes, and now, barmy witches." I smiled, then kicked the footlocker open. It squealed as rusted hinges complained. "We're going to need every bit of help we can find." I looked down into the locker, pursing my lips slightly as Virginia lifted her hand, shining the light down at it. "What the bloody h-" Virginia stopped herself. "What is _that_?" That? That was dynamite. I picked up the sticks of red explosives, then rummaged around. Among the detritus of the chest - which included rotten clothes and bits of leather - I found an old rusted flintlock pistol, enough bullets to keep my revolver in keeping, and a parcel that, when opened, turned out to hold a collection of grenades. There were some spare parts for various firearms as well, and a purse of gold coins. I started to tuck the belongings into my pockets and handing them to Virginia, who had enough pockets in her robes to hold just about anything. Virginia opened her mouth, about to ask me something, but I put my finger on her lips, silencing her. I didn't know what a spirit could do - and I already was fairly certain that this Charles Brehgo was _some_ kind of liar. Once we were outside, I saw that we maybe had an hour of daylight left. And barely that - the sun had dipped
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behind the mountains, leaving nothing but a wan memory in the rock strewn landscape. I looked at Virginia and she finally let out the question she had been holding on: "What kind of wandering priest wanders around with enough explosives to refight the Charge of the Dragon Knights?" I shrugged. "I think that's something we'll have to ask our _witch_." I sighed. "Come on. I think it's this way..." I paused. "What did you say the village your Johanna is at is called?" Virginia chuckled. "I already told you, si-" She stopped. "Oh, bugger. I didn't, did I?" She groaned. "It's called Shrouded Hills." She pointed along the same line as to Aribela's house. "It's that way." "The we can kill two birds - or at least one mystery - with one stone," I said. "Come on." *** The house of the'murderous witch' was a rather nice looking farmhouse situated on the edge of a small plot of land. The terrain had been growing steadily less mountainous and more forested by the minute, and we were essentially at the furthest point where one could actually farm. Further away from the lowlands than this point, it would be too rocky. But further away from the mountains, you'd be too close to civilization. And this house appeared to be entirely self sufficient, in its design and its situation. Light shone from the windows - the warm, welcoming light of oil lamps. Virginia and I approached the front door. I rapped on the door and glanced at Virginia. She was holding her staff tightly, trying to not look nervous and failing. The door opened and I found myself looking at a half-elven woman dressed in a thick white robe. Despite the thickness and the furred rims around the wrists and the collar, I could still clearly see her quite pronounced curves. Her bust was full enough that I immediately sensed an intense wave of jealousy from Virginia, who was clearly quite a bit...less blessed in that region. The half-elf would have been beautiful, though, save for the deep, abiding sadness that had carved her face into a mask. All the light and life that would have shone in there and made her elegant curves and plush lips into something to marvel over was gone. Her eyes looked faded as she looked at the two of us. But then, to my surprise, I saw a faint flicker of life in those eyes and her lips twisted into a smile. She was making an effort, the poor dear. "Hello, might I help you?" she asked. I would have doffed my cap, had I had one. "Madame," I said. "Are you, uh, by any chance the evil witch Aribela?" That light flared as if her eyes were coals that had been pumped by bellows. Her smile became more genuine as she chuckled softly. "I have been described as a witch a few times, but never an _evil_ one. At least, not to my knowledge. Why? Who sent you?" "A tortured spirit called Charles Brehgo," I said. The light that flared in her eyes was fiercer now and her lips skinned back in a grin. "I know it's wrong, but I take great joy in learning that Mr. Brehgo met the end of his road so shortly after he _destroyed_ mine." She paused. "Come inside. Let us speak before the fire of such things." Virginia shuffled in awkwardly as I made sure to knock my muddy shoes against the ground to try and get rid of the worst of it before I stepped in. Once I had closed and latched the door, I saw Aribela shrugging off her robes. Beneath the robes, she wore a thin shirt and a broad skirt, clearly quite comfortable. Quite a bit _more_ comfortable than most women would be willing to wear in public, let alone with strangers. Let _alone_ with a half-orc. But she did not seem to mind, even as she took a seat before a crackling fire, sighing. Now, with the light of the flames, I could see the faint signs of her age - a few wrinkles around her eyes, the streak of white in her black hair. She gestured to a chair, inclining her head politely as I took my seat. Virginia dragged a third seat over, looking completely flustered. "So, I would offer you something to drink, but I'm a Priestess," Aribela said, smiling slightly. "I don't drink. That was where Charles Brehgo and his companion, Richard Fahrkus, first grew irritated with I and my husband's hospitality." Her thumb slid along her ring finger, where a wedding band did glint. I looked around, suddenly worried that a furious husband with a short temper would burst out, ready to blow me apart with a scatter-gun. But Aribela's next words killed my fear in the worst way. "But it was the treasures of my career and my golden holy symbol that led them to shoot my husband, shoot my son, and then shoot me." She frowned. "When I came too, my family was dead and the two were gone...and in my rage, I cursed them." My eyes widened. "And that curse of madness made Richard Fahrkus turn on Brehgo?" I asked. Aribela snorted, rolling her shoulders slowly. "I believe that was the curse of _greed_. No. My curse was simple and far more terrible..." She frowned. "Neither of them will ever leave this plane of existence. _Ever_." Virginia hissed. "But...the afterlife..." "We do not know for sure, none of us, what happens after we die," Aribela said, quietly. "But I know that being tied to a slowly decaying corpse, feeling every moment, for all eternity?" She shook her head. "That may be worth the life of my sweet Ebba and Thale." I paused. "I admit," I said, quietly. "I'm leery of frontier justice. If only because half-orcs are often the target of it, no matter how little they may deserve it." I grinned, fiercely. "But it sounds like it couldn't have happened to two more deserving souls." Aribela chuckled, quietly. She smiled. "It is nice to talk to someone. Who are you, anyway? And what brings you out here?" Virginia blushed. "He's-" She stopped, then stammered. "Is...a..." She looked at me. "I'm Rayburn Cog," I said, nodding. "And I'm just a wanderer, heading to Shrouded Hills." Aribela smiled. "Well, Mr. Cog, I am more than willing to put you up here. I don't often have visitors. And you, unlike my _last_ visitor..." She shook her head. "You have a good air about you." She closed her eyes. "I should have listened to my instincts that-" "No, Aribela," I said, taking her hand, reaching forward. She stiffened as I gripped her hand, squeezing it. "No. You cannot blame yourself." I paused, my eyes darting to the hearth. There was an empty space there, quite obvious. It was where the holy symbol had been, I was sure. I looked at her and smiled. "Listen, Aribela, you deserve to get at least _something_ back." I smiled. "Oh?" Aribela asked, arching an eyebrow. *** The spirit manifested before me as I walked into the cave. Aribela's guest bedroom had been plenty comfortable, even if Virginia had insisted I take the bed and had then insisted on sleeping on the floor, then kept me awake all night by shifting about in discomfort. It had been more than enough to recover our stamina and set out once more. We had made it to the cave again without running into wolves or bears or anything, and so, I was fresh and fully reloaded. Virginia stood beside me, her face grim. "You...didn't...kill...the evil witch?" Brehgo howled. "Oh, no, we had a chat. You, my good friend...are a liar," I said. "And if you _ever_ want to leave this plane of existence, you'll tell me where to find your _friend_, Mr. Fahrkus." I grinned at him, rather impressed with that bald faced lie. Half of playing poker, after all, was not letting on and all that. The spirit hovered there, shimmering, waiting. Virginia clutched her staff tighter still. "Please...release me..." the spirit whispered, whining. "Please..." "First. Tell me where _Fahrkus_ is." I growled, stepping forward. A bit of complete nonsense. Trying to threaten a _ghost_ with my physical presence. But it worked. The ghost blinked, floating back slightly, and then the mental location popped into my head. I turned and started to walk with Virginia. As we headed for the cave, I looked back and called over my shoulder. "By the way, I lied. Rot in here, forever." We walked out to the sound of screeching, to dire threats of being cursed forever, of haunting, of boils and sores and infertility. Virginia glanced back over her shoulder, then looked back over at me, gulping slightly. "Are you sure that was wise?" "No, but it was rather amusing," I said, grinning. TO BE CONTINUED "A special treat for 'Amorous Spanking' blog followers today; a live-streamed audio interview with a female spankee, and a Brit to boot. Good morning from Colorado, Chrissy." "Good evening to you, Jake, and greetings from across the pond in London." "Since we can't see you (no chance of changing your mind and doing this by Skype?) perhaps you could describe yourself?" "Sorry no visuals, a woman has to retain a few secrets, but to answer your question, I'm a straight, red-haired woman of a certain age, slender but with curves in what my Mister reckons the right places and about five feet seven inches tall." "Ungallant though it is to ask, what's a certain age?" "Let's just say I had a most enjoyable misspent youth in the '80s." "You and me both Chrissy. OK, firstly a question we ask everyone, when did you first get interested in spanking?" "I became aware of a sexually submissive streak pretty early on, but it took a while to square this this with being an independent woman. Fortunately, just as people have become more relaxed about gay and gender issues, I think there's also a greater acceptance of women being free to follow their sexual preferences." "How did you first come to be spanked by a man Chrissy?" "Completely unplanned, a fortunate accident - or perhaps me and my significant other both subconsciously recognised something in each other. When we met I had a few previous lovers, but not a great breadth of sexual experience. Before the internet information on anything other than vanilla sex was hard to find. Men had their porn mags with pictures, but female-orientated erotica was mainly story-based." "Women were said to prefer that..." "Which is rubbish, Jake. No one asked me, I love looking at pictures of pretty girls getting their bottoms spanked!" "Yet despite such obstacles to your erotic education, Chrissy, you still ended up over someone's knee?" "What are the odds? Specifically my Mister, the only person who has - and who I'd ever let - spank me." "What was the breakthrough?" "Well, unknown to me my man, who's a little older than I, had long harboured an interest in the subject and bought M/F spanking magazines well before we met." "I'm guessing you found one of his magazines, right? "True, but there was no Damascene conversion. No 'Gosh, a spanking magazine, how wonderful - the answer to a maiden's prayer', real life isn't so simple." "So talk us though it..." "Alright, we'd been together a few years and were on a bit of a sexual plateau so I decided a change of style (I'd been a bit of a Boho chick until then) might liven things up." "Did it?" "I'll say! On his birthday I surprised Mister by wearing heels (he's always complimented my legs). Then took him upstairs and slowly slid off my dress to reveal lingerie and stockings." "To his delight I image." "And mine, my alpha male ravaged me!" "He hadn't asked you to wear them before? "Thought I never agree, I was rather surprised myself but discovered I rather liked being so intensely desired, plus the heels made my bum look great." "But still not yet spanked?" "Not even on my radar, but fate took a turn when I discovered a spanking mag stashed in his toolbox when I was innocently looking for a screwdriver." "So you read it?" "Several times. Wow, what an education, and an instant turn-on. A whole new world I'd no idea existed." "And then..." "Picked my moment, showed it to Mister and asked why he hadn't shared?" "The moment of truth, huh. This is getting suspenseful Chrissy, what'd he say?" "Pretty defensive at first, expecting a row. Said he thought I'd tell him to pack his bags." "I reckon a lot of blokes never expect to meet a kindred spirit." "Quite likely Jake, but his making assumptions didn't exactly help, or allow me much say in the matter. So I gently explained that I'd enjoyed reading his magazine. Become very aroused in fact, and perhaps we could try this together?" "So it's true to say that right from the start for you spanking was always about sex, Chrissy?" "Of course it's about bloody sex, what's the point otherwise? I'm not about to get a sore arse purely for someone else's gratification and then stay frustrated!" "Some folks emphasise the punitive aspect..." "Look Jake, I'll try not to go off on one but this is important to me. Whatever floats your boat as long as it's consensual, however spanking for me is gratification, not subjugation. I'm an equal participant, a grown-up. I don't get off on domestic discipline or surrendered women scenes and Daddy/daughter play pushes the boundaries of acceptability in my view". "There's a power dynamic in any spanking relationship though?" "Nicely put, of course there is - but based on trust. Mister knows and respects my limits. When spanked by him I allow myself to be coerced, it's an adult decision, my choice." Do you have safe word? "No - but I think they're good idea. We've been doing this so long he can tell just by my voice intonation when 'no I won't' means 'tie my hands and make me' and'stop it now' means just that. Our mutual joke is that he hates to hurt me..." "And your interest in spanking has developed over time? "Very much so. Initially I did a lot of reading, but things really changed with the Internet. I discovered there are a lot of women like me - and blogs such as this." "Do you and Mister possess a wide range of spanking implements?" "We've tried most things over the years, including a lot of pervertables." "Pervertables?" "Ordinary household items put to disciplinary use. A wooden kitchen spatula is a good example. Mister also made a rather clever little tease whip from leather laces and a brush handle. I'm very lucky in having a bloke who, if you'll forgive the awful pun, is good with his hands." "Any favourites?" "Hmm, have to be careful here. If I express a preference he'll likely double the number of strokes! We've probably got about half a dozen default instruments of correction." "Talk us through them please Chrissy." "Wooden hairbrush - stingy. Plastic ruler - don't like it, marks my thighs. Cane - only comes out of the cupboard occasionally, just the words'six of the best' are enough to dampen my knickers. Don't like being caned 'cold' either, I need my bottom warmed with a spanking first. "His hand, I love been alternately stroked and smacked. Leather paddle for a long, leisurely built up of heat. "Also a couple of little whips, the one he made - smarts like crazy, has to be used with care, only when I've been very naughty - and a soft tease whip for my intimate bits." "Just hearing you list them so enthusiastically is enough to make me, and I'm sure many other followers, hot and bothered." "Me too, I'm clenching my legs together here too..." "You haven't nominated a favourite yet, Chrissy." "I know, saving the best 'til last. The riding crop, versatile, and flexible; given a choice the one I invariably pick." "Anything else?" "Don't like it, but his worn leather belt. The sound of it being pulled from the loops of his jeans makes me weak at the knees." "I've heard some spankees say they have different spanking tolerances on different days." "Absolutely Jake. Sometimes I'm a complete wimp and can't even take my allotted dose. Other times I'm wriggling my bot and inviting him to dish out more. One thing I've discovered is the more aroused I am the harder the punishment I can endure. Discipline as foreplay, the build up of sensation - Mister is very good at allowing pauses for stimulation with fingers or my favourite toys." "Do you come while being spanked?" "Nope. I know some women do but it hasn't happened to me and I'm kind of ambivalent about the idea. I crave a big finish, I want a hot, glowing, red, stinging - add your own adjectives - bottom and an orgasm with him inside me. Taken by my Mister." "A completion?" "Quite so Jake. I like to prepare for my spanking sessions, make an effort and enjoy the anticipation. Take time to do my hair and makeup, choose an outfit. My man likes a skirt to lift and knickers to take down - although he's lately become rather fond of a pair of tight white jeans... For example, recently we drove to a rather posh café for an English cream tea. I'm sitting there, among all the other respectable middle class couples, with my slinkiest panties under my most flattering frock wondering if anyone else is doing the same as us." "Which was?" "Throwing dice to determine what, how and where he's going to make my bottom smart when he gets me home." "The slow build up thing right?" "Exactly Jake, and Mister's great at thinking of imaginative variations." "Such as?" "In the café, making me to go to the bathroom, remove my knickers and then hand them to him over the table without anyone seeing. Or telling me to take them off in the car on the way home - bloody difficult to do without giving truck drivers a show!" "Sounds fun, ever been spanked fresco?" "No way, I don't need an accidental audience and I'm a girl who likes her comforts. A boutique hotel suits me very nicely" "How about spanking positions, Chrissy?" "Bit like implements really. A couple of favourites, one I hate. "Do tell." "I guess, like many women, for me OTK is lovely - close physical contact with my man, and plenty of opportunity for him to tease my pussy (I nearly said fanny but that means the opposite to you guys!) in between spanks. I'm routinely bent over the dining table and sofa, knelt on chairs, laid on the bed with a pile of pillows under my tummy... As I said, he's very inventive." "Dislikes?" "Stances which give me back strain!" "Overall favourite?" "I guess on my knees, a very convenient position for Mister to finish me off once the spanking is over." "Pet hate?" "Legs up, the 'diaper position', hard to maintain and horribly undignified, everything is on view. Oh, and when he makes me reach behind and part my bum cheeks, 'cos it means my bottom cleft and pussy are going to get punished." "But you obey..." "Of course, because a good girl will always get a reward." "Thanks so much for sharing your spanking life Chrissy, long may it continue." "You're very welcome Jake, and I'll certainly make sure it does. Goodbye." I am a 46-year old high school physics teacher. I work in a school in a suburb of a large city in Texas. I have never been much of a "ladies' man", as I am innately a shy person. Sometimes, though, things just happen and I suddenly I realize that someone is flirting with me, and I am flirting back. Such was the case one day last December. I had not been grocery shopping, nor did I feel like doing so that Saturday morning. So I went to a local (non-chain) hamburger restaurant for lunch. The place is configured so that you walk to the back, place your order at the counter, then the staff brings your food out. As I walked up to the counter, I noticed a young girl and an Asian boy working, both obviously high schoolers. Immediately I checked out the girl, and noted her pretty face, lovely light brown hair in a pony tail, and beautiful figure. She was petite, about five foot two, wearing a blue tee shirt with the restaurant's logo on the breast, and jeans that hugged her cute little ass so tight. In front, you could almost see the outline of her pussy, or was that my imagination? Of course I hoped that she would take my order, and of course I ended up with Asian Boy. As I gave him my order, I surreptitiously continued to admire the girl, trying, but failing to stay covert! She looked over just as I was admiring her body, and to my surprise gave me a big smile! I finished placing my order and giving Asian Boy my name. I found a table and sat down, and in just a few moments the girl came into the seating area to sweep up. She came right to my area and swept under my table, so I obligingly lifted my feet up and smiled at her. She smiled back and swept under my feet. I asked if she was in high school and she said that she was a senior. I mentioned that I was a senior science teacher and that I couldn't remember seeing her at school, and she replied that she didn't go to the school in my town, but the next town over. She wanted a job for Christmas break, but that everyone there had already hired all the extra help they wanted for the rest of the school year, so she ended up here. She swept a little more, then Asian Boy called out, "Jack!" The girl, (Amber, I had learned, from her name tag), came to my table with my food. "Jack?" she said. "Amber?" I said. She giggled, put my food down and said, "You know, I am having a lot of problems with physics." Suddenly it dawned on me, she was flirting with me! "Really?", I said. "Maybe I can help you out." "That would be awesome", said the lovely Amber. "Do you have Yahoo?" Maybe I could ask you questions on it and you could tutor me that way." So we exchanged ID's on napkins, and she went back to the counter. As she walked away, I thought I could safely indulge my desire to study her incredibly cute ass some more, but she turned around and caught me looking again! But again, she gave me a great big smile! Suddenly, I became aware that I had an extremely hard erection. This girl had a huge effect on me. The following week, school started again for the spring semester. I received a message that Amber had added me as a friend. I accepted, then she im'd me. She described her homework to me, and it turned out that they used the same textbooks we do. So I looked at the problems, gave her some hints, and she made some progress. The next day, I went online and found Amber online also. "How did it go?" I asked. "Better", she said, "but I think it would help even more if you could help me in person." So we arranged to meet at the public library the next afternoon. When we met, my hard on immediately returned. I hoped it wasn't too obvious. She wore a long-sleeve white shirt with a button down collar, and jeans just as tight as the last time. She smiled that big smile again, and we went inside and found a table where we could get away with some low talking. We worked on her homework and along the way, I showed her which formulas needed to be memorized, which ones didn't, and how to manipulate the formulas depending on the information given in the problems. On the outside, I was only a teacher, but inside I was a sex maniac. I constantly had a rock hard erection, and looked for every opportunity to peek down her blouse. She was attentive and seemed to be interested in what I was saying. She told me I made everything clear. We met once or twice a week for about a month. After a couple of weeks, she im'd me to say that she had made a B on the test she took a few days earlier. I congratulated her, and she gave me the credit. We met later, at the Barne's and Noble this time. I bought us both coffee, and slipped in some more personal conversation. I found out that she had no boyfriend, and wasn't interested in any guys at her school. The jocks were good looking, but jerks. The nerdy guys were nicer, but a little needy, and the stoners were, well, stoned. As we talked, I noticed that her nipples were hard and visible through her tee shirt. Again, she saw me looking. Throughout the conversation, I struggled to be strictly professional. I wanted so badly to kiss her, to take her nipples between my thumb and finger,and rub them. There was an invisible barrier there that stopped me, so instead asked when her next test was, and promised to help her get a A on it. We continued to meet for two more weeks, then she had her third test of the semester. I had given her my cell phone number and told her to call me when she found out her grade. On my way home, she excitedly called and told me, "I got an A!" I told her I would buy her another coffee to celebrate, and we agreed to meet at the bookstore later. When we met, I noticed a big change. She wore a skirt, which I had never seen her in before. It was plaid, and with the white blouse and white bra visible through it, white knee socks and loafers, it looked like a private school uniform; every horny teacher's fantasy! As we stood close together,but not touching, in line to order, I detected an ever so slight hint of perfume. I told her how great she looked. She said that later, her family was taking her out for her eighteenth birthday, which was actually a few days before. I said that I wished I had known it was to be her birthday, and she told me it was ok, because all my free tutoring was going to get her a A in physics. We sat and talked a while, me with my perpetual hard on, and her nipples showing through the white blouse a little. She said she had to be going, and we walked to her car first. She smiled at me, and said "Don't I get a birthday hug?" I said "Of course" and put my arms around her. She pressed her body tightly against mine. It felt like she was pressing her pussy firmly into my hard on! Our faces parted, and I almost kissed her, but there was that barrier again. We separated, she to her birthday dinner, me to my house. Later, I was putting some work on my own school's web site. Funny how my own students don't absorb as much as Amber! My Yahoo messenger indicated that Amber had logged on. She IM'd me, saying hi and that they had a good dinner. I said hi back, then there was a long pause. Then, she typed, "It seemed like you were about to kiss me today." After another long pause, half afraid that she was going to tell me I had made her uncomfortable, I typed, "I was thinking about it, but I just couldn't." "Why not?" she asked. "I'm a teacher, you are a student," I replied. "But you're not from my school," she replied. "Are you trying to talk me into kissing you? lol," I joked. "Maybe ;)" she responded. "Well, maybe next time I will, but not in view of the whole mall parking lot ;)" "Ok, now that I am past test number three, I need to start getting ready for the next one, so what are you doing tomorrow?" "For you, I can make time :)" "OK,"Amber replied. "I'll meet you at the Barne's and Noble again tomorrow." So, after school I went to the bookstore, and she was there. She had already ordered my favorite drink, saw me coming in, and said, "I lied, I don't have any Physics homework for the new chapter yet." She stood up,smiled, handed me my drink, and said, "Let's go somewhere in your SUV." I smiled back, and quickly agreed. I know of a nearby lake where I sometimes take my dogs. Since it was the middle of winter, I hoped no one would be there. I drove us there as quickly as I could without getting stopped. As we drove, Amber took my right hand in hers and rested it on her leg. We didn't say much on the way there. When we arrived, I was relieved to find out that I was correct; the boat ramp and picnic areas were deserted except for us. We immediately leaned toward each other over the center console and kissed. I wanted to be subtle at first, but she opened her mouth wide and thrust her tongue deep into my mouth. I eagerly responded, sucking her tongue deeper, then thrusting back into her mouth, pushing our tongues together. We both were breathing hard. "Let's get in the back seat," I said. She quickly agreed, and we exited our front door, and re-entered into the back, quickly re-engaging ourselves in our passionate kiss, our coffee forgotten in the cup holders. My hand started around her waist, but I slowly moved it upward along her side, until it touched the bottom band of her bra. I paused there with my hand as I moved my lips to the side of her face, then to her ear. I gently exhaled a hot breath into her ear, as I whispered, "I have been wanting to do this since I first saw you." As my hot breath enveloped her ear, she let out a soft moan as she said, "Me too." I lightly brushed my index finger from the bottom of her breast until I felt the hardness of her nipple through her shirt and bra, then I made slow circles across her nipple. As I did this, her breathing intensified more, her arm went around my neck, enabling her to pull me closer and pull my face into her neck. I kissed and licked her neck as my hand now cupped her whole breast through her shirt, then squeezed her nipple as I had wanted to in the library. She moaned again, louder this time. I pulled back a little and looked into her eyes. They were wide with excitement, and what I interpreted as nervousness. My impression was confirmed when she breathlessly said, "I never let anyone do this before." "Tell me if you want me to stop," I said. "No, not yet. Keep going," she replied. As I continued looking into her wide, blue, beautiful eyes, I slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. When it was completely open, I alternately cupped each of her breasts as we resumed kissing. The heaving of her chest as she breathed lifted my hand up and down. I pulled her forward a little so I could reach around and unhook her bra. She willingly followed my movements, and I pushed her blouse down over her shoulders, then the bra straps. My eyes hungrily devoured her perfect breasts; not too large, just a bit more than my cupped hand, small, pink aureoles with nipples that were extremely hard and erect. I sucked them greedily, causing her to squirm in the seat and moan. I returned my mouth to hers as my hands reveled in stimulating her nipples and breasts. My rock hard cock was aching for attention. I asked her if she had ever played with a man's cock before. Shyly, she said, "No." I asked her "Do you still want to keep going?" She quickly answered, "Yes." "Take out my cock," I told her. She leaned toward me, unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my pants. I lifted up off the seat a little and she pulled my pants and jockey shorts down, revealing my hard cock that was hot and red with arousal. "What do I do?" Amber asked innocently. "Just put your hand around it and rub it lightly," I said. She did so, and I was in ecstasy. As she rubbed, she looked at my cock with fascination, then looked up at me with a little smile. "I love it," she said with a giggle. "I want to play with it forever! I have been imagining what it would look like, but it's even better than I thought!" "Glad you like it," I said with a smile as I continued to rub her nipples. "I feel the same way about your tits!" "I want to try sucking it, I have heard it feels really good. My friends who have done it say that their boyfriends beg for it," Amber said. "What do I do?" "Just put as much as you can in your mouth, and keep your hand around the bottom," I told her. She opened her mouth wide, stretched her lips around the large purple head, and sucked a little as she stroked the shaft. "Like that?" she asked. "Exactly like that!" "I want to see it squirt semen out!" She was totally enthralled with my cock, like it was a new toy, which I suppose it was. "If you do that with your mouth a little more, I'll tell you when it's about to squirt so you can take it out and see it." "OK," she said as she eagerly put her mouth back around my cock. As she leaned over me, I rubbed her beautiful ass through her black stretch pants. In no time, I told her "Here it comes!" She raised up, and I told her "Keep rubbing it!" She did, and I came so hard, some of my cum shot up and hit Amber's face. I groaned with pleasure as my cock pumped out several waves. The rest ran down over her hand. She exclaimed, "Oh my God that was so cool! Your semen is so hot and thick. I love making you feel good like that!" as she leaned over and hungrily kissed me again. "I want to make you feel good too," I said as I pushed her back into a reclining position. I kissed her deeply as I put my hand on the inside of her thigh, lightly stroking the skin through her stretchy pants with my fingernails. Her legs initially stayed together, but as our kissing got more heated, she gradually parted them. My hand reached her pussy, and I could feel that her pants were soaked. I rubbed her pussy as she leaned back,moaned, and opened her legs wider to my ministrations. "Does this feel good?" I asked. "Oh God yes," she said. "Do you ever rub yourself?" "Sometimes," she panted. "Lately I have been thinking about you when I'm rubbing my pussy." Her back began to arch as she said, "Rub faster!" She cried out, "Ohhhh, yes!" in a tone that almost sounded like she was crying, but I knew she was cumming. Her hips pushed her pussy harder into my hand as she peaked, then with a sigh, went limp. I put my hand near her waistband, fingers pushing inside, but she held my hand back and said, "Let's stop now, OK? I have to get home." I was disappointed, but I knew there was no need to push. I knew that there would be more tutoring to come with my very promising student!
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The events in this story are true from my life's experiences, only the names have been changed. Cuckold; a man whose wife fornicates with other men. In his play, 'The Merry Wives of Windsor', William Shakespear uses the word, cuckold several times. The word comes from the chicken farmers of his day. When their rooster or cock grew old, they would bring in a younger cock to service the hens. They referred to the older cock as the cuckold. They would cut off the cuckold's spurs so it could not injure the younger cock, should they fight. Henpeck; a man who is dominated by his wife. Henpeck is another word we get from the early chicken farmers. When a cock tries to mount a hen: the hen pecks at the cock thus driving him away. Unable to mate with the hen the cock is said to be henpecked. This true story is about the deep love I had for my wife and how she took advantage of that love: making me her cuckold, henpecked husband. When my wife and I married, I was twenty one and she was nineteen. We were just two young virgin kids. My wife's manager, Warren, was a couple of years older then me. He was a tall handsome guy and my wife was very much attracted to him. He attended our wedding and on that day, I knew, my beautiful bride knew and he knew that whenever he wanted her, she would be his. He allowed us to live our first year in marital bliss before he decided take her. ...................20 Years She was now twenty years of age, with a year of marital experience, she was safe and ready for his sexual pleasure. On that morning she left for work a happy, carefree, innocent, young, newly wedded girl. That night she came home a woman, a woman with a secret; I was now her cuckold. That first week of my cuckolding left me so confused. We had been so intimately connected, we were each others confidant. Then suddenly she disconnected from me. She became distant and I could feel this invisible wall between us. She no longer reached for me. She no longer had an interest or sexual desires for me. I felt so left out, so alone. Gradually I came to realize the reason for her distance from me, she was having an affair with her boss and there was nothing I could do about it. That intimate connection that we had shared that first year, would never return. More and more we began to argue over sex and we both knew that I could never leave her. She no longer wanted to have vaginal intercourse with me. Whenever I would think of him fucking her, I would get angry. Then I would get an erection and end up masturbating. One night my wife came home from work, we kissed and she went into the bedroom to change. Then she called to me. "Jack, would you please come in here?" I walked to the bedroom doorway and she was standing there in her bra and panties, pointing down at the bed saying, "What's that?" "What's what?" "That! Right there on the bed spread!" she said, pointing her finger. Then I saw it, about five globs of my dried semen. I thought I was careful but I must have missed it. Then she said, "That's semen. Did you jerk off?" I was so ashamed and embarrassed, I answered her meekly, "Yes." Then she frightened me. I never saw her get so angry as she went into a rant, "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THAT DOES TO MY SELF ESTEEM? DO YOU KNOW HOW THAT MAKES ME FEEL? DO YOU?" She had the eyes of a mad woman as she growled, "DO YOU KNOW HOW DEGRADING THAT IS TO ME? I'll GET A KNIFE AND CUT YOUR LITTLE DICK OFF BEFORE I LET YOU DIMINISH MY SIGNIFICANCE! I WON'T STAND FOR IT! DO YOU HEAR ME? DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" I felt so humiliated, "Yes. I'm sorry." She started to calm down as she realized how neglected I've been and she said, "Look! If you feel the need to jerk off, ask me, I'll drop what I'm doing and I'll stroke it for you. You know I'm very good at that. If you can't wait till I get home, then go in the bathroom, close the door and take care of it. Just clean up after yourself and you don't have to tell me about it because I don't want to know. Okay?" "I will." Then she asked, "What brought this on? You didn't bring a Playboy magazine into this house. Did you?" "No." "Did something happen to you at work? I mean, why?" "I came home from work, I showered and I came into this room drying myself. I started thinking about Warren fucking you and I got very angry. Then I started thinking about what he would be doing to you, kissing you, feeling your tits and ass and I got an erection." She got a look of disgust and said, "Look! Warren is not fucking me. You don't have any proof. It's all in your mind, you're imagining it and if thinking of another man fucking me gives you an erection, then you are a homosexual. You know what I think? I think you have an attraction for Warren." Meekly I replied, "I don't think so and I'm not a homosexual." "Your mother really screwed you up. You need help." "Can we leave my mother out of this?" "Sorry. When will dinner be ready?" "It's ready when you are." "Okay. Give me a minute." All of my life I have struggled with homosexual tendencies and over the years, I've managed to keep them suppressed and hidden from my family and friends. Maybe I wasn't too successful in hiding those feelings from her. After that masturbation episode, she began a routine of stroking me whenever she felt I needed it. She discovered that the more she masturbated me; the more passive and submissive I became. She was denying me vaginal intercourse which prevented me from expressing my male dominance. Another man was gratifying her sexual needs by ejaculating his sperm deep in her womb but with me, she would use her hand to draw my sperm from me and then rinse it down the drain. All of these factors had the effect on me that I became psychologically castrated. If she saw me get an erection, she would reinforce my castration with a stroking. At first, I tried to resist her but she persisted and gained total control of my emotions, in effect; making me her docile eunuch. After I surrendered and became her eunuch, my life changed for the better. It became very peaceful and tranquil: for I was no longer frustrated or concerned about sex and I no longer argued, protested or became suspicious of her. Whenever she would take a shower, she would have me dry her off. I loved toweling her beautiful, warm, soft, voluptuous body. I wanted to take her in my arms, lay her on the bed, feel the comfort of her as I lay between her legs and make love to her but that was not to be; for her hand always rendered my genitals useless. When her toe nails needed attention: she would have me clip, file and paint them with nail polish. She was ever vigilant to keep me castrated. She would expose her body to me and if I showed any sign of getting an erection, she would again reinforce my castration with her stroking. One time we were in a restaurant, sitting at a table, waiting for our meal to be served and I started an innocent conversation which drifted to the subject of her boss. Not wanting to talk of her boss, she picked up the salt shaker and placed it on the table in front of her. It was crystal, cylindrical in shape about six inches tall, she said nothing but with a look of seduction, placed her fist around the shaker and slowly began to stroke it up and down. I changed the subject and she returned the shaker to it's place. I knew that I was incapable of gratifying her sexually so I tried to make it up to her in other ways. I was now doing the house work or whatever else she wanted me to do. My subservient relationship to her was kept behind closed doors as she didn't want her family to know, what she was doing to me. She decided the TV shows to watch and what time we would go to bed. If the phone rang; she would always answer it and after she had finished talking, she would hang it up, never saying who it was and I never asking. I saved her from having to lie. Some Saturday mornings she would take a shower, get dressed and go out. I never asked where she was going and she never volunteered to tell me. Later that day when she came home, I could tell that she had been with a man. There is a certain type of man that she finds irresistible and I don't think that she can help herself, especially when they make advances on her. When her boss took her, he opened the flood gates for other men. She was so beautiful, so sexy and so voluptuous that I don't think men could help themselves when they were around her, even if they happen to be my friends. One afternoon two of my friends, Bill and Mel were going to Bill's car which was parked in a parking garage. Mel started to get into Bill's car but by some strange coincidence, he looked down into the car that was parked next to him. He came face to face with my wife. She was in her boss's car, giving him a blow job. Once my friends found out that I was a cuckold they lost respect for me. Bill could forget what he saw but not Mel. Mel had been married for only a year and then his wife divorced him. He was bitter about it. Mel threatened my wife that if she didn't take care of him, then he would reveal her dark secret to me. She despised Mel but she gave in to his demands. She tried to discourage me from being friends with him but at the time, I knew nothing of what was going on. A few times Mel would stop by my house for no particular reason and while he was talking to me, he would ogle my wife. He often would rub the front of his pants in front of her. She could have walked away but she had to stay there, to make sure he didn't say anything. I thought his behavior was crude and odd at the time but now I realize, that he must have been stopping by my house quite often. Those times that he met me, I was probably home unexpectedly. To this day my wife refuses to talk about it, claiming that it is too painful. After a few years, I was offered a job in another state so we moved away from her boss and Mel. The new job paid well so my wife no longer needed to work. She was happy that I raised our standard of living and we began a new start in our marriage. In the new environment, we became like husband and wife. She no longer stroked me and our love making was like any other normal married couple, if there is a normal. By having vaginal intercourse, I regained my male dominant status. Whenever my wife and I would meet a man, he could tell right away that my wife was too much woman for me. That I could never keep her gratified. She always gave them the impression that she was restless and needed to be fucked. I could always tell when she became interested in another man. Her body language always gives her away. She could never hide her desires and passions from me. It killed me to know that she desired another man but I also found it to be very exciting and erotic. She could make herself so alluring and it built up her ego knowing she could turn a complete stranger on. I loved her so much and wanted to please her so much, that I could never prevent her from having her way with another man if that's what she chose. I didn't want to be in her way. I just wanted her to be free and happy while she was with me...................30 Years When my wife turned thirty, her type of man came into our lives. I had to have some repairs done to our house so I was getting some bids on the work. One contractor came by late one afternoon. I showed him the work that needed to be done and he went about the outside of the house taking all of his measurements. Then he came in the house and showed me his sample materials. My wife knows nothing of construction so she left us alone. The contractor left saying that he would mail me a proposal. On Saturday morning another contractor came by. This guy was my wife's type. He was in his fifties, tall and beefy but not fat. He had a full head of wavy, salt and pepper hair. He was rugged looking from his years of construction but he was handsome with blue eyes and a set of beautiful white teeth. I greeted him and he said his name was Ben. I showed him the repairs that were needed and he then went around the house taking measurements. After he finished, I showed him into our kitchen and introduced him to my wife. Immediately, I could see the favorable eye contact between them. Even though this man was twenty years older than my wife, I could see that they both liked what they were looking at and the atmosphere became sexually charged. My wife always wears a house dress and they are of thin material which drapes her hips and behind very provocatively. The front of the dress is a plain low neck line which, if she wants, she can lean forward and the material will fall away revealing her breasts. These simple dresses make her look very sexy and voluptuous. My wife got into her seductive voice, "Ben, would you like a cup of coffee?" "Yes, if you have it." "Jack, get Ben a cup and I'll have a half a cup myself." She just took over. She made me the servant. She had to show Ben that she runs this house. Ben had his samples laid out on the table. My wife folded her arms across her chest and leaned on the table. This has the effect of pushing her breasts together displaying a lot of cleavage. Looking at the samples, she asks, "What have we here?" Ben started explaining the samples to her as she was now monopolizing his attention. I watched her shift her position so she could stand closer to Ben, who was now sitting. She pretended to want to get a closer look at the samples as her thigh came to rest against his arm which he did not move away. Being an older man, Ben picked up on her signals right away. He got up from his chair and rummaged through his brief case for a folder to show her another product. As he was pointing out the features in the folder he placed his hand on her upper back. She looked up at him and smiled. He looked at me for my reaction but I showed nothing, pretending not to notice. She is in command of her own body, if a man wants to touch her, she can move away or stay. Getting a positive reaction from my wife, he began to slowly rub his hand up and down her back while talking to her. I could see that she was enjoying the feel of his touch. I know my wife, she wanted to see if she could turn this older man on but instead, he turned the tables on her. He was now getting her aroused and he knew how to play her. As he was talking, he moved his hand down to the small of her back and began massaging it. He glanced over at me to see if he was trespassing and I gave him an approving smile. I was enjoying the sight of my wife becoming aroused by another man. My penis began to stir and grow hard. When my wife gets aroused, her breasts puff up and her nipples protrude. If her arousal is not gratified, she goes into heat. When she's in heat, her buttocks become prominent and like a flower opening up to the sun, they spread apart. She was now in heat and she was very anxious, nervous and trembling. She looked at me with a look of apprehension and I could read her mind, "This man is going to fuck me and you're just standing there doing nothing about it." She walked over to the sink to get a drink of water to try and calm herself. I watched his eyes light up as they feasted on the movement of her hips and behind. He could see her buttocks straining at the material of her dress as they stretched open. Ben's face had a look of lust, surprise and wonder as he watched the vision before him. The air was filled with the aroma of her sex. We both could see that she was all open, lubricating and waiting for her bull. And her bull was ready for her as the hardness in Ben's pants became very pronounced. He was about to move towards her, when suddenly the mood was broken, our five year old daughter came into the house to wash her hands and get a drink. My wife tended to her by giving her a snack and the child went back outside. My wife had regained her composure and she came back to the table, asking Ben a lot of questions, some that I would not have thought about. How many on your staff? How reliable are they, etc? After we finished up, Ben put his samples under his arm and said that he would get a proposal out to us. We walked him to the door, where he took my wife's hand into his and said, "Well Marie, it's certainly been a pleasure meeting you and I hope you will let me do this work for you." Then his voice took on a sexual tone as he continued, "And don't worry, I'll take very good care of you." He left and we watched him pull out of our driveway. Then my wife took me by the hand and led me up stairs to our bedroom saying, "Boy! I need you, right now." In our love making, Ben's name was mentioned a few times. That Sunday night our phone rang and my wife picked it up. "Hello.... Oh, hi. How are you?... So soon? Well, that was fast.... Ha, ha, Oh, that is so sweet of you to say that.... Ha, ha. Tomorrow morning? Yes, I'll be home.... Oh, good.... My accent? I'm from New York. We moved here about three years ago and I guess I'll never lose this accent.... Oh, you're sweet.... No, it was my husband's job transfer.... You know, I have to take care of my man. He's all I've got.... Ha, ha. You are so bad. Would you like to talk to my husband? He's sitting right here.... No need?.... Okay. Then I'll see you in the morning.... You to, Bye." "That was Ben. He's going to drop off your proposal in the morning. I think we should hire this guy even if he's a little more money. I feel comfortable with him." That Monday night I looked over Ben's proposal and told my wife that yes we would hire him. Later that night when we got into bed, we sleep in the nude and when I saw her nude form, I started to get hard. I turned out the lamp and my wife snuggled up to me. She kissed me on the cheek and said, "I love you so much, I'm so lucky to have a man like you," as she began to fondle my erection. I was enjoying the sensations of her hand and I replied, "Oh honey, I love you too, I love you more than anything." She began stroking it and I said, "Hmmm, you haven't given me a hand job in a long time. That feels so good." "Just enjoy. You're so good to me. I never thought that I would be living in a big house like this, in this beautiful neighborhood and I'd be taking tennis lessons." "Talking about a big house, how long was Ben here this morning?" "O, Let's not talk about Ben." She continued stroking and I asked again, "No, really, how long was he here?" "Do you really want to know?" "Yes. I do." "Well he got here early, before I even had a chance to get dressed. I gave him a cup of coffee and he drank it while I got the kids off to school. We talked for a little while, maybe ten minutes. Then we said our good byes and I walked him to the door." I was disappointed. I wanted to hear her say that he fucked her. I asked, "Then that was it?" She asked, "Why? Did you expect him to do anything? You're going soft on me. I know Saturday when we made love, you said a lot of things about Ben fucking me and it got me real hot but they were only fantasies. Weren't they? I mean, you didn't really mean you wanted him to fuck me. Did you?" "Well, yeah." "Why?" "I saw the way you two looked at each other. I was hoping he would fuck you." "Are you really sure you would want him to fuck me? I'll ask you again, why?" "Because it would make you exciting. Give you the life experience. I think every woman should experience another man besides her husband. It would put a little spark in our marriage." "O, it would put a spark alright. He is an interesting guy. He's an estimator/salesman for the construction company but his real passion is the theater. He's a part time actor and model." I replied, "He's got the looks for it." "Yes he does, for a man in his fifties. Do you really think you could handle it, if he fucked me?" "Yes, in fact, I would enjoy that very much." "Well, I think you're strange." "I know. I'm different, maybe unique." She asked me again, "You really want him to fuck me?" "Yes, I do." Then she put her mouth to my ear and in a low seductive voice said, "Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you this but, we said our good byes and as I was walking him to the door, he said that he loved coffee but it left an awful taste in his mouth and made his breath smell bad. He asked me if I could spare a piece of gum. I told him I didn't have any but he was welcome to use my mouth wash. He said yes so I turned and started up the stairs to get it for him. Then I felt a tinge of excitement when I realized he was following me up the stairs." As she was telling me this, I could feel my cock getting hard in her hand and she noted it by saying, "O, my little friend likes my story." "Yes, go on." She continued, "We came up here to our bathroom, I was embarrassed that the bed was unmade. At the sink, we both rinsed our mouths and he said that his mouth was now kissing clean. We started kissing. God his hands were all over me." She was now lightly stroking my erection as she continued. "As we were kissing, he slipped my shift up over my head so I was nude. I started to unbutton his shirt when he stopped me, saying, "No, I want you to lay on the bed so I can look at your beauty while I undress." So I laid here and watched him undress." There was a pause as she filled her hand with saliva and then I felt the warm slickness of her hand engulf the head of my cock as she continued her stroking. I started to turn and stretch as I felt my arousal getting more intense. She continued whispering in my ear, "Then he licked my pussy a little to get me wet and then I felt his wonderful cock slide into me." I felt myself getting ready to cum, "O honey, I've got to fuck you. I've got to get on top of you and put it in you, right now." "No! No! You can't! I'm too sore down there. His cock is big and it felt like he ripped me open." "It's big?" "Yes. It's big." "O, I'm cumming, O, Ooooo." I was cuckold again. Whenever my wife takes a boyfriend, she avoids having vaginal intercourse with me. I don't know why but I end up cumming only by her hand. For as long as she has her bull, I am forbidden to touch her vagina. I can hold her in my arms and kiss her. She will let me play with her breasts and suck them until she has an orgasm but she will not let me touch her vagina. It is only for the exclusive use of her bull. We were lying there in the after glow when she asked, "Now that you came, are you still Okay with it?" "Yes. It's what I wanted." She replied, "Yeah, it's what I wanted too but I had to make sure that you'd be Okay with it." "I'm Okay." Then she said, "I have to rinse my hands." When I heard her say those words, I realized that I was once again going to be her eunuch only this time it was by choice. Like a man who forsakes everything and enters a monastery. The following night she snuggled up to me and began fondling my penis. With her mouth close to my ear she whispered, "I love you and I am so lucky to have a man like you. I called Ben today. I told him that you were Okay with everything, that you signed his proposal and he could pick it up anytime but he disappointed me. He said that he is very busy and I should just mail it. We talked for a while. He said that he can't take off during the day." "Sounds like he doesn't want to have you any more." "No. He wants me. He wants to come here at night so he has more time. I told him it would have to be late when the kids are sleeping and if it was alright with you." Her hand was giving me so much pleasure. "O honey that feels so good. Whatever you want is Okay with me." "Here, let me wet my hand. (Pause) He's married, so it would have to be during the week. He could come over next Wednesday night around ten, after we get the kids to sleep. You would have to go into the den before he gets here and don't come out until after he's gone." "Don't I get to watch?" "Of course not. I could never do that." She said as she put more saliva in her palm. Now I felt the need to fuck her, "Let me lay on you. Let me put it in you. I want to fuck you. O, I need to fuck you." "No, no. Just enjoy. Let me save it for him. I want it to be tight, fresh and wanting for him. Just feel the pleasure of my hand." "O no. I'm cumming." Wednesday night came and after the kids were settled in bed, I helped her get ready. I watched her put on the black negligee that we had purchased during the week, just for tonight. We had gotten so aroused when we were buying it and tonight, not having gratified that arousal, we were that much more so. I could see she was now in heat. We both have a great appreciation, almost a reverence, for the anticipation of our sexual gratification. The waiting, puts us in a state of high energy. We heard his car pull into the driveway so I went to our den to watch TV while my wife entertained her guest. Sitting there alone, I could feel all the emotions flooding me; apprehension, jealousy, rejection, lust and arousal. What's wrong with me? Why do I sit here with an erection, knowing that another man is fucking my wife and she's enjoying it? That she wanted it. That she initiated it and I let it happen. I encouraged it: all because I get aroused when I see her get hot for another man. About eleven-thirty I heard the front door open and close. Then my wife appeared in the doorway of the den. We kissed passionately with her expressing her love, gratitude how much she appreciated me. She led me by the hand, up to our bed which was all messed up. I undressed and laid down in a wet spot alongside of her as she put her mouth to my ear and while she stroked my cock, she described every detail her exciting experience. I was living out my suppressed homosexual desires through her. A couple of weeks later on a Wednesday night, I put the kids to bed while she got ready. It was very erotic seeing her all excited, bathed and ready for him. I put my arms around her and began kissing and feeling her. She pushed me back, reminding me that her vagina was for his exclusive use for as long as he wanted it. His car pulled into the driveway and I went to the den. I heard the front door close and they went upstairs. I sat there alone trying to get interested in the TV. Shortly there after my wife appeared in the doorway of the den. She was in her robe and she put her finger to her lips as if to say, "Be quiet." Then she beckoned me with her finger to follow her. We quietly climbed the stairs, so as not to wake the kids and she carefully opened the bedroom door. The only light in the room streamed from the partially opened door of the master bath. Ben was reclining on the bed, in the nude and when the door opened he started to get up and walk over to the far side of the room. All I could see was his large, semi-hard, penis swinging like a pendulum as he walked. It was like a big salami and I could not take my eyes off of it. He was well endowed and it made me grateful that I was dressed. My wife quietly closed the door, then turned to me and whispered, "Stand here, don't move." Over her shoulder I could see Ben stop and stand in the light stream. His beautiful form with genitals hanging like delicious fruit and the words passed through my mind, "Behold the man." She slipped her robe off as she walked over to him, he was now standing sideways to me. They embraced, started kissing and his hands went all over her body, feeling her back, her buttocks and her breasts. Standing in the light stream, they were illuminated like two actors on a stage, performing a holly ritual that only God could conceive. I felt so privileged, so honored to be able to witness this most beautiful, magnificent, majestic vision before me. My wife is caressing and kissing him and all the while, meshing her nude body against his. Her buttocks, spread open and moving in a circle as she grinds her vagina against his thigh. I see her hand stroking his wonderful erection while the other hand is rubbing up and down his buttock. He made eye contact with me as he placed his hands on the tops of her shoulders and she lowered herself to her knees. He kept the eye contact as he moved his hand to the back of my wife's head, mussing her hair as he pulled her head to his cock. His other hand, the one closer to me, he kept at his side so as not to block the view of my wife's mouth, kissing, licking and sucking his cock. I don't know for how long I was watching them when he started to move his hips. The whole time he maintained eye contact with me and I could see he was getting ready to climax. He started pushing his hips into my wife and I could see her hands on his buttocks, pulling him into her. He was now looking down at her with her head clutched in both his hands as he pushed his cock deep into her throat. She gagged then choked, and I felt a rush of adrenalin as I thought he was about to abuse her. He raised his hand away so I could see as he pulled back and I could see her hungry mouth going after him, trying to get all of him down her throat. She gagged again as he began ejaculating and she began swallowing. She was swallowing and swallowing like she could not get enough of his nectar. They stayed like that for the longest time and then he made eye contact with me again as I watched her sucking the juices off his now softening magnificent cock. Then, in a soft voice he said, "The show is over." My wife motioned with her hand for me to leave and as I was closing the door, I took one last look at that wonderful vision of her licking his beautiful now flaccid penis. As I was walking down the stairs, for the first time, I became aware of my own erection. The vision of her kneeling there, bobbing her head on his cock, will be forever etched in my mind. The next time that we met, they let me join them. Ben directed the action. He told me to suck her tit while he sucked the other. My wife was in ecstasy, having two men making love to her. What made it so erotic for her was that Ben and I were talking to each other, like we were at a gourmet buffet sampling the many delectable delights. "Ben, I like to hold her tit with both hands, like this and suck her nipple." As he was sucking her nipple he said, "Yeah, I love the way her nipples get so big when I suck on them and her pussy tastes so sweet. She has the sweetest tasting pussy that I've ever tasted." He made me feel proud when continued with his praise, "You are one lucky man. She gives the greatest blow job. I mean it. She really knows how to suck a cock." I agreed with him but I didn't have the heart to tell him that she never sucked mine and probably never will. Ben was sucking her nipple while he fingered her vagina. Then he moved his cock up to her mouth. Standing at the edge of the bed, he cupped the back of her head and pulled it toward his cock, saying, "Here baby! Wet this up while your husband wets up your pussy for me." I was sucking her tit and now his cock with his heavy balls were so close to my face. I never saw a cock up so close as I watched my wife's mouth open and start sucking it. I scooted down the bed and began licking her vagina till Ben pushed his cock there. I took him in my mouth but he pulled it away saying, "Just guide the head in. Place it at her opening." I did, saying "Wait." Then a scooted up next to my wife. Ben was leaning on his hands so I was able to get my face just above her's. Laying alongside of her and leaning on my elbow, I circled my arm around her head. I wanted to watch her facial expressions as she was experiencing the sensations of his magnificent cock sliding into her. Ben began pushing in; she rolled her head from side to side, licked her lips, clinched her lower lip with her teeth, gasping as he stretched her out. She was moaning in extreme pleasure as his cock continued to push into her. Her eyes went out of focus as she momentarily opened and closed them. He was all the way in and her face reflected the sensations and pleasures of her fullness of him. He began his in and out motion, slow and tender at first but working himself up to more forceful penetrations. When my wife and I copulate, we go for three minutes and then she has her orgasm which bathes my glans in her warm vaginal fluids causing me to climax. That's good, we both climax about the same time. The problem I have, is that I'm not fully gratified. After five minutes I get another erection and I want more but in that five minutes she goes into a deep sleep and she will get very angry if I try to wake her. Up until this evening, I never realized how violent the act of fornication can be. To witness it live and up close as an observer and not a participant. Ben was now in a furry; pounding his hot staff into her vagina, he was groaning, she was moaning, all in pleasure, her legs locked around him, her arms wrapped around his back with her hands trying to pull him ever deeper into her, her hips, thrashing up, trying to meet his forceful thrusts, the mattress bouncing up and down, the bed shaking, straining at the forces of his pounding, her breasts, in motion like waves on an angry sea, his balls swinging to and fro, loudly slapping against her anus. Slap! Slap! Slap! It's near three minutes into her pounding; she's getting ready to orgasm, her face goes pale as the blood rushes to her vaginal organs, the lines of tension fade from her face, she turns her head and looks at my face, her eyes snap into focus like she recognizes me for the first time, she opens her mouth, "Kiss me," I kiss her as she orgasms and moans into my mouth. I think that's it, Ben will now climax but her warm vaginal fluids only stimulate him into a greater frenzy as he continues to pound into her. Five minutes into her pounding; her hair is matted from the perspiration along her hair line, she begins to wither again, we kiss, my open mouth on her's, muffles her cries of pleasure as she has another orgasm. This one more intense than the last, it has no effect on Ben, he pounds into her relentlessly. Seven minutes into her pounding; she begins to have another more intense orgasm, she lifts her head up off the mattress, her body stiffens, her head slams back down into the mattress, rolling her head back and forth, I have to hold it still in my arms as I place my open mouth over her's in a desperate attempt to muffle her screams. Ben grunts, growls as he pushes all the way into her and holds himself there. The head of his cock is hot and deep in her. He begins to ejaculate with a hard jab into her, he starts to relax but again, another spasm as he ejaculates again, then another and another. When he is finished, he pulls out of her and falls over on his back. His flaccid penis flops down and rests across his thigh, glistening with their love juices. He's panting, wiping the sweat from his brow, with his eyes half closed, he murmurs, "It's your turn." Up until now my erection has been ignored. My wife brings her knees up so her feet are flat on the bed as she opens her legs and reaches for me. It has been a long time since I've been inside of her. I climb up between her legs and onto her. Her vagina is all open and my erection slips right in. Feeling the sensations of her hot wetness, I gently push all the way into her and slowly begin my
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rocking in and out of her, gently, passively, I give her my three minutes. We climax together. After I ejaculate I let it stay in her until it goes soft and when it does; it shrinks, shrivels and falls out of her on it's own. I lay on my back beside her. Our love making has stimulated Ben and I watch in disbelief as he climbs on top of her again. This time he lasts much longer and her orgasms are more intense. I have to muffle her screams with my open mouth over her's. When Ben is finished, I take my turn in her again. This time I last a much longer time and while we are making love, Ben gets dressed and leaves. We had many more of those Wednesday nights. Ben and I referred to them as tag team meetings and they lasted for about six months. Eventually Ben moved away and we never saw him again. ..................4o Years A few years later my wife's cousin, Rita called us and said that she and her husband Bob, would be moving into our area. He was making a job change. My wife invited them over when they came to town. We had been to their wedding about eight years before. They were a younger couple. Rita was thirty and Bob was thirty two. My wife was forty at the time and I could see right away that Bob was her type. When my wife first saw him that day, I could see the pupils of her eyes open up as she devoured him. She was wearing one of her light summer house dresses that accent her fully rounded hips and buttocks. Over the course of that year, there were times that I would see Bob's eyes light up as my wife bent forward in front of him. I know that she was giving him a view of her breasts. Sometimes she would give Bob an alluring smile that only he could see. All of this was going over Rita's head and I found myself purposely distracting her from my wife's actions. I guess I became my wife's enabler. It was sick of us to act this way but I found it to be very exciting and so did my wife. Another time we were sitting in the living room and I got up to make fresh drinks. When I came back into the room, I noticed that my wife's knee was open, exposing her inner thighs to Bob. She quickly covered it when she saw me and I pretended not to notice but I always do. After dinner my wife was pouring coffee into Bob's cup, she was standing close to him so that her thigh was against his arm. He moved his arm away so she placed her free hand on the back of his neck. She likes to touch and feel. That night when we went to bed, she could not get enough of me. Every time she was around Bob, she would get so aroused that she had to have intercourse with me. I never said anything to her of my observations. I just enjoyed and benefited from her arousal for another man. After the year that Rita and Bob moved into our area, we spent more time with them. Bob came to realize that my wife was available and he started responding to her signals. He was a young man and I didn't think he would ever cheat on his wife. It was all just innocent fun. It was subtle at first. He would touch her shoulder, rub his hand up her back or give her a playful hug. Each time he would get a little more familiar. I could see that she was arousing him and he now wanted to fuck her. He wanted to taste his wife's older cousin. He wanted to know what it's like to have an older experienced woman. My wife was a tennis player and Bob played tennis. He was free on Fridays so they decided to play tennis on that day. Rita worked, I worked and the kids were all in school. They had the day to themselves. That night was like any other night, nothing out of the ordinary. Over dinner my wife said that she played tennis with Bob, they had fun and they made plans to play again next Friday. Later that night when we went to bed, I was excited. She had been with Bob so I knew that she would want me to fuck her but she didn't seem to be aroused. I was. We got into bed, nude like we always do and she turned her back to me. I spooned up to her and pushed my erection up between her buttocks. "Not tonight honey. Please, I'm so tired." "Oh, I forgot. You played tennis today. How long did you guys play?" "We played from nine this morning until about eleven." "Oh. What did you do after the game?" "We came back here and I gave him lunch." "You must have been all hot and sweaty?" Now she could have ended the conversation with a "I'm tired" or "we'll talk tomorrow" but instead, she turned over on her side so she was facing me. Lying there in the dark, I felt her hand caress my erection and she gently started stroking it as she said, "We came back here and I took a shower, then changed. Bob took a shower and changed. Then I made us lunch." She was having an effect on me. I rolled onto my back, her hand continuing to stroke me. I had been walking around all day with a hard on thinking of her in her skimpy little tennis outfit with Bob so I was already on the verge of cumming. She continued, "After lunch we had a couple of gin and tonics on the patio. Anything wrong with that?" "No. Did you two shower together?" There was a pause while she put a generous amount of saliva in her palm and then resumed her stroking. Putting her mouth to my ear and in a very seductive voice, she repeated my question, "Did we shower together? "What do you think?" "No. Please, let me lay on you. I need to put it in you." "No! Lie back. Enjoy my hand. Just lie back." "Please! I need to fuck you. Please." "I said no! Just lie back. Let me do this. Let my hand sooth you." "No! Oh God, no. I'm cumming." I was cuckold again. It was about two or three weeks after Bob had cuckold me, when he and Rita stopped by our house. He had always treated me with respect but now that he had my wife, his attitude changed. He came into my house and walked around like he owned it. He treated me with respect but it was more like the respect you would give a woman. He had to be careful in front of his wife but he would freely touch my wife in front of me. One day when his wife wasn't there, I watched him running his fingers up and down the back of my wife's head while he was talking to her in a seductive tone. He was doing it with complete disregard for me and then I realized that this is the way that he rubs the back of her head when she is giving him a blow job. I wonder what my wife must say to her boyfriends about me. How does she justify her infidelity? Does she tell them that I can't perform, that I can't get it up, that I'm too small or I'm homosexual. My wife and Bob played tennis for about a year and then their relationship ended. Once again I was allowed to have vaginal intercourse with her. Rita and Bob stayed married for another two years and then Bob ran off with a girl he worked with. Our relationship with Ben was a high lite in my marriage. After Ben we tried swinging for a year but after meeting with three different couples on three different occasions, we decided that it just wasn't for us. Ben was the only threesome I ever experienced and I wish we could have had more. I would have, had I been married to someone else. I think my wife was afraid that she might end up in bed with two homosexuals. Unfortunately, she finds it's more exciting to go behind my back. During the relationship we shared with Ben, we became very close, almost like the first year of our marriage but then, after Ben, we returned to our old ways. To any couple married over seven years, I would recommend that you bring another male into your love making. Two men on one woman is very exciting. It's stimulating, erotic, very gratifying and it prevents the marriage from going stale. It worked for me but then, I have homosexual tendencies. End Note: I know this is just for fun, but I'm hoping the fantasy and fetishes can come together for some raunchy, kinky fun! Let me know if you'd like to see more! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Power Bust, Chapter One Energy ran through the cosmos, spreading throughout the universe and affecting everything. In this world, primed with raw sexual energy, humans had built their civilizations with sex as the base, influenced by the cosmic backgrounds. Here, it was no uncommon to have sexual acts in public, or even have it as entertainment. There were, of course, still day to day business, but it was sexual liberated globe. Sex Leagues were just as big a sporting event as soccer or basketball. The police also had their own Sex Task Force, making sure to help keep the citizens of their cities safe too. In New Lewd City, one woman had her world changed forever. Cynthia Rose was by all accounts like any other person in town. She was a hard worker, had a high sex drive, and always liked to help out when she could. She did hold a secret though; by night, or whenever danger called, she was the famous Power Bust! A heroine for justice and freedom! Graced with superhuman powers a few years ago under a meteor shower, Cynthia learned she could do more to help out the citizens of New Lewd City. And she loved it. She had the perfect figure already; her long brown hair was soft and shiny, hanging down almost towards her thick, juicy ass. Her skin was equally as soft; sun kissed and smooth shaven with an hour glass figure and soft, perky breasts. But since her powers, she found her already big lips were fuller, her ample breasts even bigger, and bouncing ass rounder. She had made sure to model her costume to really highlight her slim but strong figure, keeping in mind her sexual powers and skill. She may have been on the shorter side, but her 8 inch heels helped boost her up, though they were long leg boots, hugging up her leg and stopping mid thigh. She wore a mask that simple covered her eyes, though her long hair was tied up in a pony tail. And her torso revealed a lot of skin, her skin tight one piece really only managing to cover her groin, and parts of her breasts and ass. Perhaps if Cynthia hadn't been blessed with her superhuman abilities she might have risen higher up in her business company, but she made sure not to tangle too much of her time at work. She needed to be ready in case something had happen. Unfortunately, she hadn't been the only one given powers. Supervillains now ran throughout the city, aiding the underground crime now growing in the city. In fact she was alone doing some work in her office when she got an alert about a robbery at the city's largest bank. Closing her door and making sure she was in private, Cynthia quickly transformed into her slutty heroine form, before fly out into the city and heading into the bank. When Power Bust arrive at the scene, it seemed the Sex Task Force had already surrounded the building, a small crowd forming a safe distance away. Trusting the Task Force to deal with civilians, Power Bust swooped in, bursting through the doors to face the threat. "Lightning Rod! I should have expected," she snarled, hovering an inch or two in the air. "Ohhhh, looks like Power Bust finally decided to join the party," the masked villain chuckled as he turned around to face the busty heroine. Lighting Rod was tall and had the muscular frame to match. His mask covered his head though below his nose was free, showing off his cocky grin and dark stubble. His muscular torso was free of clothing, and the tight spandex that hugged his lower body did nothing to hide the monster bulge throbbing inside. "Haven't you learned, Lightning Rod? Why don't you give up now and save us the trouble?" "Oh I don't think so Super Slut! You'll be shocked with the outcome this time," he laughed at his lame pun before suddenly throwing up his hands and firing an attack. Power Bust was quick, but the literal lightning racing towards her was quicker. "OHHHHHH!" she moaned out, getting his full blast as it knocked her into the wall, her sensitive nipples hard under her revealing suit now. "I told you heroine. You're mine now," he grinned, on his prey in a flash as his fingers pinched her nipples and tugged hard on her breasts. With a wince, she was peeled off the walls, tugged by her nipples before being thrown into the air. Another attack came in, but this time Power Bust was expecting it, twisting in the air and tackling her enemy, slamming his back against a thick marble pillar. "You sure about that?" she said with a smirk as she reached down to grip his bulge. Before he could move, she firing her own energy beams, waves of purple energy blasting into his bulge, shooting pleasure and vibrations down along his hardening cock. His low moans let Power Bust know it was effective, and it wasn't long before it burst from the fabric, the thick, heavy fuck stick now exposed and already drooling. With a knowing grin, Power Bust dropped down to her knees, using her ample breasts to snap around and trap the villains drooling cock. "Ugh, fuck you and your paralyzing tits!" Lighting Rod groaned, his body locked in her power as her breasts stroked his long cock, making sure to keep him stunning in place. "Somehow I'm not so shocked by this outcome, Rod," she taunted him with his own words. "Now let loose that load and give me your power!" She leaned down, her breasts squished against his rigid rod as he stroked faster and faster. Her long tongue flicked and swirled around his head, adding to the pleasure before it overwhelmed him! "Ugh fuck! I can't... hold on...!" he groaned before erupting! Power Bust was quick, latching her lips around his head and moaning as she sucked down the strength and power of her old enemy. She made sure to drink every drop of his thick cum before pulling her sucking lips off his cock with a pop and releasing him, letting him fall to the ground with a groan. "The problem with you, Rod, is that you're too quick for your own good," she teased, licking her lips before heading out and letting the Task Force take him into custody. All in a days work for Cynthia Rose, the city's loyal slutty heroine, Power Bust!
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Aaron moaned, head rolling from side to side on his pillow. His jaw was tightly clenched, as were his fists. He thought hazily that he must be bruising the soft, perfect pear curves of her hips, but he couldn't help it. He was dying. His cock was wedged tight in the hot clench of her no-longer virgin cunt and she was riding him, tits bouncing prettily, long red corkscrew curls springing and sliding over her lightly freckled shoulders. Her mouth was a lush rose bed of pleasure, lips wet and parted on harsh, hard, eager moans. He watched her astride him, lithe body wringing and squeezing and massaging his cock while she rode up and down, and he was writhing and groaning under her, complete captive to her enchantment. So fucking close to erupting inside her... Leaning forward, she put her pretty face close to his. Her hot-sauce colored curls curtained around his face; his nose was suddenly filled with her, the woman-child sweetness of honey, strawberries, and rose. So perfect. So innocent.... "C'mon Mister Wagner," she whispered, that same innocence in her smile even as she squeezed her slick cunt around him. His hips and upper thighs were her saddle as she rode astride him mercilessly. She was sweet and wild, a newly ruined virgin, his Lolita temptress, now his sweet little cumslut. "C'mon Mister Wagner," she breathed again, this time over his lips. "You want to. Come on. Do it. Cum inside me." He exploded. His body snapped upward in a hard arc and he made a wild, open mouthed cry of pleasure that bordered on a howl. He shook while molten blasts of orgasm flashed through his blood. "Baby--" he gasped. "Sweet....sweet...baby--" Aaron Wagner woke from his erotic dream gasping those words and shaking. He lay on his back; cock spurting a few last drops of warm cum onto his belly; the final, shredded remnants of yet another wild wet dream. And, as always, inspired by the same incredible female. His neighbor. His Lolita. His best friend's daughter. Groaning, Aaron raised up on one elbow, dragging a hand through his hair before reaching across the bed to the nightstand for a tissue. Lying back on his pillow, he found himself looking at the breeze punching the curtains inward. Cleaning himself off, he caught brief glimpses of the second story window of John McAlton's house next door. He'd known John, a widower, since college. While he was still married and his own boys were off to college, John's only child, Leila, had just turned 18 and was finishing her last few months of high school. And driving him totally insane. Watching the curtains, catching brief glimpses of Leila's open window, he sighed, thinking of the night his obsession had begun. Mid October had been uncomfortably warm, the nights deep and dark and heavy with humidity. He'd been feeling restless for several months; they'd just sent their youngest son off to college weeks before and his wife had been gone for nearly a week, on the first of what would prove to be many frequent business responsibilities out of town. He and Maggie had always had a good, stable marriage he supposed, but he'd been restless in the bedroom for several years now and she'd been less than interested in spicing things up. A week before Halloween, he'd been sitting on the far side of their bedroom nursing a beer after a long, cool shower and sporting a very stiff cock. He'd leaned back, unbelting and opening his robe in an attempt to allow what little breeze existed to cool him off, sipping beer in the dark. When Leila's bedroom light suddenly poured out her open window he'd been surprised, glancing up automatically. It had been well after midnight, but she was, after all, 18 and pretty as a doll and it had been a Saturday night. With a tiny nudge of something that felt like jealousy (but he attributed at the time to nothing more than an almost fatherly concern since he was, after all, like her second father) he was relieved to see her home, and apparently happy. He couldn't have said if, before that event, he'd noticed the things he did that night: the ethereal gold-red halo that seemed to shimmer about her hair; the way her shoulders shifted--gently, with catlike grace; the sweet, almost invitational curves of her calves. She'd been wearing a short white sleeveless dress with a little matching jacket, stockings and strappy white heels. He'd been transfixed at the moment she snapped off the harsh overhead light, turning her back to him and slipping off that little jacket, baring shoulders of creamy, pale skin luminous in the moonlight. She bent forward at the waist to snap on a little table lamp, surrounding herself with soft, low light. And while she was bent down, his cock throbbed suddenly and hard at the quick glimpse of that short dress riding up over gorgeous, delicately plumped thighs encased in pretty lace topped stockings, and the shadowy lower curves of an ass that made his palms itch. He sat there in the dark, feeling incredible guilt for the purely sexual thoughts he was having about pretty little Leila and on the other hand, his cock was standing at proud attention and shouting hallelujah at the mere thought of those thighs. She switched on the stereo next to the lamp. Rather than being irritated as he sometimes was with her bass-pounding choice of something unintelligible, he found himself thanking the unintelligible band for their pure unadulterated genius, because Leila started moving her hips in a way that made his fingers twitch, dropping the nearly empty bottle of beer onto the carpet. She lifted her slender arms, taking something from her hair and letting it shower down her back, glimmering copper and fire against the stark white of the dress. Hips rolling in sensuous rhythm she stood there, her back to him, beginning a striptease that made him groan aloud in the dark. She unzipped the dress; shimmied out of it, hips wriggling. Aaron had seen her in a bikini a thousand times, but there was definitely something different about watching her dance in a skimpy white bra and panties. She reached behind her and unhooked the bra; turned to face him. In an instant, the filmy scrap hit the ground. So did Aaron Wagner's good sense. She lifted her hair off the back of her neck, hips rotating to the beat. He had to open his mouth to breathe. She slid her hands down her neck and caressingly over her high, tight breasts; the tip of her pretty tongue slid over her bottom lip. Aaron was stroking his cock at the thought of that sweet, kittenish tongue; warm, wet and slightly rough, on his tightly stretched shaft. He'd been held in an aroused thrall, filling the bedroom with his throaty, grinding moans and the scent of hot skin and salty precum. The wet sound of his fist masturbating his cock was raw and rhythmic. She'd disappeared into her bathroom, but it didn't matter then. Aaron sat staring into that room, the sight of a sweet, young, red-haired siren stripping for him lingering, bringing him to a spattering, teeth-grinding orgasm. Since then he'd watched her, shamelessly. Walking to school with a friend, her ass and thighs hugged tight by the jeans she loved to wear. Sitting on her front porch, a sunny yellow T-shirt skimming over her belly and pulled taut over her breasts. And very occasionally, a glimpse of her in bubble-gum pink babydoll pajamas or panties and bra, moving past her open window. And in some of those moments, his hunger imagined that when she looked back over her shoulder, the saucy smiles she smiled were for just for him; that every extra little wriggle of her hips was designed to entice him. Each time she waggled her fingers in passing, grinning and saying in her near Southern drawl, "Hey, Mister Wagner" he imagined a shot of hundred proof naughty in her voice. Groaning at the idea, he dragged himself out of bed before his cock had him at the mercy of his fantasies. Again. The next few weeks seemed to drag. All Aaron could think about was Leila; she seeped into his skin, invaded his thoughts, monopolized his dreams. Maggie was working more hours than she was home and Aaron found himself with plenty of time to fantasize. It also gave him plenty of excuses to sit in the dark in their bedroom, stroking his cock, hoping for a glimpse of his red-haired angel. And every day, the guilt grew. Leila was no longer a child, but he was married, for cripe's sake! He had no business thinking how badly he wanted to sneak into her bedroom late at night and get his fill of her. She was the daughter of his best friend. He shouldn't be imagining how tight the fit of her cunt would be grasping his cock, or how slick the roof of her mouth would be if he could push the swollen head of his cock back and forth against it. How she would look, hair mussed, naked, on her knees, swallowing his thick cum. With only a month left in the school year, Leila was getting ready for prom and graduation. Several nights, Aaron sat watching her parading in front of a full-length mirror trying on different outfits, each one better than the last. Despite John's obvious disapproval, she settled on a green spandex dress that hit her mid thigh and high green heels. Early the evening of the prom, Aaron was in his room, repairing one of the hinges on a closet door--one of the myriad little chores Maggie had listed on a "honey do" list on the fridge. A thousand things to keep him busy on all the evenings she was away. She'd left the house hours before, dressed to the nines, for yet another out of town business dinner and "intolerably stuffy" meetings. As his obsession with Leila grew, her increasing absences felt somehow like a slap in the face. He thought about those two things and how they might be--or were--connected: the continuation of their lack of enthusiasm for their marriage, and his increasing desire for his best friend's daughter. As he worked, he caught glimpses of Leila sprinting excitedly around her room, getting ready for the prom. She'd obviously had her hair done professionally; it was a beautiful mess of soft red curls atop her head and trailing down to tickle her throat and shoulders. She pranced, danced and sang, in her happiness clearly not caring that she was only wearing a light pink-peach bra and silky matching panties and that her curtains were wide open. And that a grown man, his cock throbbing hard and his mind projecting dream films of her riding his swollen manhood, lived next door. Aaron had ten minutes worth of work to do on the hinge. At 5:30 he sat down with his tools to repair the hinge. At 5:45 she was smoothing some luscious cream that he imagined smelled of roses and sugar all over her delectable body and the hinge was still broken. At 6:06 she threw on a robe to answer her door and hug her dad, who Aaron heard drive off a few minutes later. He wondered why on earth John would leave at a time like this. Hell, if she were his daughter, he'd want to embarrass her silly by doing the "yeah-I'm-the-parent-and-yes-I-have-to-take-pictures" routine and have a few minutes with the boy who had the nerve to think himself worthy of his princess, just to set the boy's ego straight about who the man in her life really was. And the hinge was unrepaired. At 6:18, after she'd thrown off the robe again, she proceeded to dance to something that surely was too erotic to come out of the throat of anyone as sweet as Brittany Spears. The hinge had one of six screws as loose as all of his were and his hand was on his thigh, his thumb arcing back and forth over the fly of his jeans. The denim was nearly groaning with the effort to restrain his erection. At 6:26 she bent over to smooth on a pair of iridescent gray stockings and he moaned so loudly that he was afraid she'd turn her head to look out her window and jam the curtains closed in disgust. John had mentioned that the prom was at seven, so at 6:30 when the date was no doubt close to arriving, Aaron ignored his agonizing desire to cum, grabbed his car keys from the bureau, and ran down the stairs and out to his car. Five minutes to the hardware store wasn't enough time to get his swelling down and come up with a good excuse for going to the hardware store, so he drove out into the country for an extra fifteen minutes before heading back to town from the direction opposite his house. He jacked up the volume on the radio, drank half of a stale can of cola in the drink holder, and generally gave himself hell for ever having thought the kinds of things he was thinking about sweet, innocent Leila. By the time he was pulling into the more developed end of town and heading back toward his own house, he'd decided that he really didn't need anything from the hardware store except a big chunk of common sense, and he doubted Maggie left enough on the Visa to pick up one of those. So he breathed deeply, and tried to relax in the knowledge that when he got back to the house he could finish his hinge because Leila was gone. He'd jump on the net and get off to something he didn't have to feel guilty about, and then spend the rest of his evening being responsible and husbandly. He had to admit that the ideas weren't as arousing as the thought of teaching his best friend's 18 year old daughter how to use her mouth to make a man cum, but hey, it was his life. He pulled into his driveway and the first thing he noticed was that only the porch light was on next door. His own house looked equally unappealing and empty. Locking up the car, he headed in the kitchen door at the back of the house, ignoring the lights and heading toward the front hall stairs. He needed a damn shower, but he couldn't figure out a way past the laws of physics to get the water cold enough before it froze. It was the smell that stopped him. Halfway down the hall to the living room, it drifted into his lungs, a potent paralyzing agent despite its delicacy. Lilacs. Roses? Sugar. A tiny waft of spice. "Leila." He said the name aloud, instantly recognizing her in the scent, then cursed and went forward, certain he had lost his mind. Emerging from the dark hall, he froze. She was standing in a halo of a small lamp left burning in the far corner, innocently sexy and sweetly sophisticated in her womanly hairdo and thoroughly modern prom dress: a perfect tube of emerald green hung over her slender shoulders by two thin rhinestone straps and swaging dangerously low between her exquisite breasts. Her legs, encased lovingly in the shimmering pale pearl-gray stockings were perfect as far as he could see them--halfway up her thighs--and her high heels glimmered soft green and made her look tall and mature, and her legs mouth-wateringly sexy. His best friend's daughter. His best friend's daughter....his best friend's daughter.....his best friend's daughter...... "L--Leila," he managed to choke out again, this time instead of thinking he'd lost his mind, wondering if his incredibly painful erection was noticeable in the half light. She smiled, and the world wobbled. It was innocent, and sweet and so fucking erotic he wanted to groan. But he had to stay cool...she was probably here for some perfectly reasonable explanation. "You shouldn't leave your doors unlocked," she said teasingly. "Just anybody could walk in." He nodded, feeling like his tongue was on permanent vacation. "I'll try to remember that, honey, thanks." Her smile widened a two almost imperceptible dimples appeared in her creamy pale cheeks. "You knew I was here," she murmured. "You said my name. In the hall." "Perfume," he managed, finally feeling his breathing even out....but not much. Leila nodded, setting those pretty fiery curls dancing on her throat. "Maybe I wore too much?" "Oh, no!" he said quickly. "You're perfect." She looked at him, clearly flattered by the outburst, while he was sure he blushed. "You think so?" He nodded. No reason not to agree, right? She was perfect. "Yeah. I do." "Well, " she almost whispered, blushing herself, "that will make this a whole lot easier." "T--this?" Oh, god...what was "this"? His fists clenched; his body tightened. He wasn't sure if he was awake, or dead on the side of the road. Yes, that was it...he'd had an accident and he was dreaming. "Yeah," she smiled again, taking a few steps toward him, then a few more. "This." Then she was standing in front of him, the scent of her so hot and sweet he did groan aloud, but apparently that didn't bother her, as she looked up at him and smiled while her hands took one of his, lifting it between them and smoothing his fingers away from his palm. "You're tense," she murmured. "Is that what I do to you?" "Tense?" Was he tense? All he could think about was her hands holding his, her fingers smoothing his palm, his fingers curled naturally and so close to the swell of her breast.... "Yeah," she chuckled, lifting his hand to press it to her cheek. "You're tense. Is that because of me?" He nodded. Apparently, he was incapable of lying to her, heaven help him. Her smile tilted to one side, making her so adorable he had to smile a little, too. She was still a little girl...he was going to be okay, right? It was all just a dream. Then she rubbed her cheek into the back of his hand, lost the smile in favor of a look so hot the soles of his shoes melted to the floor, and slid his knuckles down her throat...toward her cleavage.... He jerked his hand away. "Lol--um....Leila," he croaked, stepping back shakily. "Did you--" Why was she here?? What was the reasonable explanation? "Did you need something?" Oh, lord...wrong thing to say. She looked painfully unsure of herself for a fleeting instant in which he wanted to wrap her up in his arms and baby her; soothe her. Then she got a look of determination again and stepped toward him, leaving less space between them than before but, thank heavens, not touching him. "Yeah, Mister Wagner. I do." "D--don't you...have a date?" he tried to ask casually, sidestepping and walking around the long coffee table in a foggy attempt to remember where the light switches were. "You'll be late for the prom, won't you?" He glanced at the grandfather clock; it both reminded him that the prom started 20 minutes before and that he was ancient compared to her. What on earth was she doing?? "I'm not going to the prom," she informed him almost casually. "I don't have a date. Well...not from school, anyway." And she grinned at him while he nearly stumbled over the edge of a table. "Is something wrong, Mister Wagner?" "W-wrong? No....no, nothing's wrong. Why on earth would anything be wrong?" "You seem nervous," she replied. "You never seemed nervous around me before." Lowering her chin, she looked up at him through her lashes and pouted her lower lip just a tiny fraction, looking innocent and fragile. "You don't like me anymore?" she whispered. His heart broke. Moving back to her, he put his hands on her shoulders in an effort to soothe away her distress, hating that he'd made her feel that way. He was imagining shadows where none existed. He'd known this child all her life, for goodness sake. His thumbs arced up and down the soft inner skin of her upper arms; she was creamy warm in his hands. But he mustn't think about that. "Oh, honey, of course I still like you," he managed evenly. "You just startled me, that's all." He needed a drink. "Why don't you have a date? You're all dressed up." Good lord, where was the brandy? In the corner cabinet, next to the grandfather clock. Releasing her, he went to pour himself a generous glassful. "Can I have some too?" she practically purred, somehow managing to slip up behind him and lay her cheek against his shoulder from behind. Aaron jumped; brandy tilted over the side of the glass and spilled all over his nervous hand. "Oh, look what I did," she said in an I'm-innocent-but-oh-so-naughty voice, coming around him, taking his hand, complete with brandy snifter, back into both of hers. Removing the crystal from his nerveless grip, she set it down on the liquor cabinet, giving him an apologetic look. "Too bad," she whispered, glancing around them. "No towels. And I have this little mess to clean up." She grinned; she stepped closer, lifting his hand at the same moment; she licked the fleshy base of his thumb and Aaron groaned, staring at her as if she were some celestial being visiting him to inform him that the accident he'd just had ruined his brain. She licked again, this time lifting his hand higher and starting at the slightly jutting bone at his wrist and making one long, wet, warm swipe with her tongue all the way up to the end of his middle finger. Aaron stared. She parted her pink lips, taking the tip of that finger into her mouth; she sucked. He wondered how long it would be before he felt himself hitting the floor. He swallowed; she slid the finger in to the first knuckle.....making a soft murmur of approval....the second knuckle....rolling her tongue around his flesh.....then all the way in....and all the way out..... The floor was coming....the floor was coming.....surely. He never hit it. Instead, reality slapped him and her jerked away from her, leaving her in the corner looking bewildered and more desirable than before. "Leila--" She looked up at him, all pink and cream skin, innocence and fire. "Don't you want me to?" Didn't he? Didn't he want her to suck...oh YES, he wanted. Needed. Ached. Was ready to beg for. Couldn't find his voice to save his life. "Don't you want me to touch you?" she asked sweetly, reaching up with tender fingers to stroke the side of his throat. Flutter over his jaw. Her skin was velvety. Against her touch he felt rough and very, very old. She stepped closer. The first soft feel of her breath against his throat made him shudder. Her nose tentatively bumped his Adam's apple and he closed his eyes, breathing her in even while he knew he should step back. Step away. "Your skin is so hot," she whispered, her lips brushing the side of his throat. Aaron groaned. Her left hand was still on his face; her lips brushed his ear. Her every touch, every shift, every breath was sweetly awkward. He could feel her trembling. "Are you?" she whispered, her breath a warm bath for his reeling senses. "Are you hot too?" Her hip shifted, skimming his thigh. Aaron jumped. "I am," she sighed. Aaron tried to pry his tongue from the roof of his mouth. His cock was so hard he could feel the imprint of his zipper all along its length, but all he could squeeze past his vocal cords was her name, breathless and slightly broken. "Leila--" "I know you want me," she went on, ignoring his distress. "I know you've been watching me, Mister Wagner. Through the windows." "Oh no," Aaron groaned miserably. He looked down into her face; she was smiling slightly, teasingly. "Oh yes." Leila nodded. "How do you feel about blackmail?" "Blackmail??" Leila laughed softly before sliding both arms around his neck. "I was joking." Kissing the pulse at the side of his throat, she pushed her body against his. Aaron backed up, but she only came along, now kissing up his throat, nipping his rough jaw and making him shudder. "I...promise....I'll.....never do it....again," he rasped. "Oh, yes you will. You like watching me. You get off on it." Aaron curled his hands into fists, trying not to reach up; not to hold her. Leila's tongue was hot, wet and lightly rough behind his ear and her soft belly was pressing against his swollen cock. He was aroused, and ashamed of himself. "Leila, please--" "I know, I know. But you don't have to feel guilty," she answered. "I get off on it too." His cock jumped and swelled; she curled her fingers up into the hair at his nape. Aaron found himself stuck between the wall and her soft body, everything in him throbbing for her; looking down into her lovely face. "That first night," she confessed, her breath sweet on his chin and lips, "I had to run to the bathroom to play with myself. I was so excited. I knew you were watching me and..." she rotated her hips seductively against his. "...and....stroking yourself," she finished, blushing prettily. "Do you think I'm sexy Mister Wagner?" He choked on the word 'yes' as it hissed through his vocal cords; his hands-- completely of their own volition--were at her waist, clenching and unclenching in indecisive spasms. Leila smiled. Lifted her chin. Kissed his mouth. "Do you want to fuck me?" Fuck her???? Oh fuck YES. Hard. Deeply. Repeatedly. From behind. With her riding his cock. YES. FUCK HER! Aaron closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath; unfortunately rather than steeling himself against her seduction, it drew her further inside him. "Leila--" he gasped. "I can't--" "I'll tell my daddy what you've been doing," she pushed. "I'll tell him you've been jerking off watching his little girl undress." Aaron groaned. "Leila, have pity--" She shook her head, a look of cunning and absolute desire on her features. "I want you. You want me. What's so hard about that?" He shook his head. He couldn't do this. As much as he wanted to. Desperately wanted to...he couldn't. "No," he rasped. "It's....it's wrong. I can't do that to you. To your dad." The moral stand he wanted to take didn't appear to dissuade her. Instead, she stroked his hair, his face, settling her warm body tighter against his. "You can do it to me because I want you to," she murmured, rotating her hips again, rubbing his cock with her body through their clothes. "And as for my dad...." She raised one pretty brow. "Do you want to know where my dad is right now, Mister Wagner?" Aaron frowned down at her. "He's in a hotel," she whispered conspiratorially. "With his lover. Doing what I want to do with you." Leila curled her fingers in the slight gap between the top buttons of his shirt. "Do you want me to tell you, in detail, what I want to do with you?" YES!!!! "No. Leila...I'm married." He was running out of reasons not to. Or maybe he was just hoping that he was running out of them. Leila smiled the kind of smile a woman displays when she knows some deep dark secret in your heart that she can use to get what she wants. Yeah, like the fact that you're a peeping Tom who watches sweet young girls through their bedroom windows. Aaron watched her, wanted her. Positively ached for her, cock and heart and all. "Yeah," she murmured, unbuttoning the first button just under the hollow of his throat. "I know." She moved her head, her silky hair tickling his chin as she bent her lips to that little bit of skin she'd uncovered. Her lips a hairsbreadth from his body, she inhaled and shuddered, as if as affected as he. Then she kissed, and he slammed back against the wall, jarring the cabinet full of crystal and the grandfather clock the way she was jarring his last shred of resistance. "Please," he hissed, not sure if he was asking her for more, or less. "Please...Leila. I'm married." It was the last hope; the holy grail of moral right; the cross and garlic and holy water to her vampiric seduction, and he held it up like a banner, closing his eyes and taking her upper arms in his hands as she unbuttoned the next button, and gathering that last bit of strength he needed to push her away.... Then she said it. "You know," Leila whispered in that little girl-woman voice, "Where she is tonight?" He stared at her, in mid shove. Leila looked up at him, loving him in a way she'd never loved--or lusted after --anybody her own age, and felt sorry for him. But she was glad, too, that she was here, to break his fall. "You know who she's with?" He stared. Leila straightened, wrapped her arms around him; held him. Whispered about the secret she'd smiled earlier. "She's with Daddy." Aaron thought maybe his chin was on the ground, but he could feel it right where it should be. That seemed odd. And he was in his living room, holding the siren of his erotic dreams....that was odd, too. But this.... "She's on business," he threw back. "Out of town." Leila nodded, her eyes on her fingers as they went for the third button. "Yeah. Chicago. For three days. Last week, she worked late every night but Tuesday. So did Daddy. The week before that, it was Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday. Daddy had to go out of town on real business that Thursday and Friday." Releasing the third button, Leila bent and licked his skin there, making him groan. Or maybe it was the truth. "It's okay," Leila whispered against his chest, kissing the edges of his collarbones. "I'll take good care of you, Mister Wagner." His resolve broke. His hands on her upper arms, he hauled her away from him all of two inches, making her look up at him with an aroused, almost frightened look on her face, and then he jerked her back, making her gasp, and he kissed her. Hard. Moaning, she melted against him, her arms going up around his neck again, her soft, firm breasts pushing into his chest, her hips cushioning his hard cock through their clothes. He wrapped her in his arms, tilting his head, kissing her as if she were some experienced whore and not his innocent next-door- angel. He forgot, for a moment, that she was more child than woman. Opening her mouth, tasting her tongue, her teeth, the roof of her mouth, all while she moaned for him and gave, and opened and rubbed against him. She tasted like nothing he'd ever dreamed. He gentled his touch, releasing her upper arms to cradle her face in his hands. He couldn't release her mouth; the taste of her, moaning, her tongue gracefully; delicately playing with his, was too rich. Too deep, dark, secretive. Succulent. He softened his mouth on hers, seducing her as he slowed his pace, stroking her cheeks with his thumbs, all the pads of his fingertips slowly caressing her scalp. She sighed and purred and moaned under his mouth as he taught her kissing-- adult kissing--and swam in her taste and fucked her with his tongue. Somehow he turned them both until she was against the wall and he was pressing her. Between a cock and a hard place, as it were, although 'hard' definitely described the former as well as the latter. Minutes passed. Hell, it might have been hours, while the only sounds were pleasured sighs and eager mouths. And when he could finally part from her they were both working for breath and he was looking down into the sweetest expression a woman had ever worn for him. "Tell me to stop," he gasped, offering her an out. Lelia shook her head. Eyes glowing and as soft and warm as candleflame, wet lips deliciously swollen from his mouth. "No." He looked into the farthest depths of her eyes that he could reach and wanted to smile, but his cock was throbbing too painfully. "Say that again." She whispered, "No," again, gasping when he reached for her wrist, jerking her away from the wall; toward the fireplace, where he stood her in front of it, facing the sofa. "Don't move," he ordered, a feeling of incredible sexual power making him shudder to his toes as he moved to light the gas fireplace, backlighting her with a warm orange-red glow. Leaving her standing there, he went about the room, making sure that every bit of every window was covered with the heavy curtains his wife had chosen so carefully. Locking the front door and then the back, engaging the deadbolts on both, so that even if someone arrived unexpectedly, they could not enter without his allowing it. He came down the hallway a second time that evening, this time knowing she was standing there, waiting for him. Wanting him. Coming back to the living room, he walked the perimeter of it, watching her, nearly growling at the tentative, almost timid looks she gave him from under her thick lashes. He poured himself another drink. Rounded the sofa. Sat, facing her, sipping. "If you aren't sure about this, now is the time to say it," he told her plainly. She looked at him with an almost panicked expression as soon as she heard it. "Because in about five minutes, I'll be beyond letting you go." At that, Leila smiled and relaxed, but only a little. He gave her a minute, away from his body, from his influence. Finished his drink while he let her think. Finally, he put the empty glass on a side table and then stared into her face, showing her just how far gone he was already. "You have to be sure," he repeated. "I'm sure," she whispered, the sounds of the flames licking behind her almost louder than her words. "Please..." He closed his eyes, resting his head back on the thickly padded sofa. "Say that again," he told her. He heard her move; after half a second, felt her soft knee in its pretty stocking brush his knee. Felt her bend over him, her heat blanketing his senses. And then, sending electric shivers down his spine, heard her voice in his ear as her hands settled on his shoulders. "Pretty please, Mister Wagner?" He grabbed her, jerked her off balance, and onto his lap; she had to straddle him or fall over completely. Aaron held her tightly by the waist and she sat there, skirt hiding very little of her upper thighs, radiating heat from her core against his crotch, even inches away. He looked up into her face. "Now...show me what you want, baby." She looked dazed for an instant, then tilted her head a little and bent to kiss him. Experimentally, she ran her hot little tongue across his bottom lip, making him groan. She stroked his hair, his shoulders. Scooted closer until her sweet bottom was high on his lap and her cunt was separated from him only by a few thin layers of her panties and his trousers and briefs. She cooed and sighed and wriggled, all little-girl kinds of awkwardness making him harder, and hotter. They were kissing again, this time with her pressing into him, taking his tongue into her mouth, sucking at it, making the wettest, most eager kissing sounds and moaning in the bargain. His hands stroked down her hips, to her ass, skimming over the soft material of her dress, then up her spine. Every touch he gave, she moved into like a cat craving the petting. Every kiss made her writhe against him and moan and he could feel the hard little peaks of her nipples tightening and pushing at his chest, where his shirt lay open already. He didn't know how long he'd last. He took his hands from her and started on the last of his shirt buttons; without leaving his mouth she shoved his hands away and did it herself, biting at him with pretty pearl polished nails in her eagerness. She tore the last button off, popping it somewhere to the floor, before grabbing handfuls of the tail of his shirt and jerking it almost angrily, making little whining sounds into his mouth as she fought to get the thing out of his trousers. Aaron lifted his hips, letting the fabric release from where he'd tucked it in so neatly this morning; she made a noise of triumph as she moved her hands to his shoulders to push it off; by moving a bit and shrugging first one shoulder than the other, he helped her dispose of it. Her hands were all over his chest; her mouth was on his cheek, kissing...always, eagerly kissing....over to his ear. She nibbled. She sucked, making little noises that were hungry and impatient. Aaron let his head rest, arching his neck a little for her, and decided, despite his desire to rip her panties away and shove his cock up into wet, tight, young cunt, to allow her all the experimentation she liked. He stroked her hips, her back, reaching up for the tab of the zipper of her dress while she worked her mouth down the tense column of his throat. The damned tiny sliver of metal eluded him, slipping from his calloused fingertips three times before he claimed it; dragged it down fast with a long zzzzzzzzzzzzzzip to her waist. His fingers were rough against the silk of her spine and lower back; he found her shoulderblades and memorized them by fingertip. She arched her back
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and wriggled closer. Now, only a space that a breath could barely get through kept her cunt from his cock. "Baby," he gasped, the vision of his wet dreams now sitting on his lap, sucking on the opposite earlobe. "Oh, my sweet baby..." She gave both of his ears, and both sides of his throat, equal time with her luscious mouth. Then his shoulders, and his collarbones. He got the hem of the dress in his hands and, as she had been impatient with his shirt, he growled and tugged at her dress, tucked tightly between the backs of her thighs and the tops of his. Leila pushed at his shoulders, sitting up astride him. Again they were face to face, looking almost helplessly at one another, with her face a little higher than his. Aaron was breathing hard, his chest moving deeply up and down; she traced her fingertips across his collarbones, watching the motion, licking her lips. Then she looked back at him. Then back at her fingers on his body, tickling them down to his nipples, brushing. Making him groan a little. Playful experimentation. Then down, over the line to his belly. Back and forth over the top of his waistband. He knew when her eyes dropped that she was looking at his cock, wildly straining against his trousers, making a large, hard bulge. She licked her lips again. She reached for him and he grabbed her hand. "No!" he hissed. She tilted her head in a sweet little gesture of confusion. "No?" Aaron shook his head, her hand in his. "Baby, if you touch me, this will last about ten seconds. I'm old, remember?" She laughed. Musically; magically. His 18 year old siren sitting astride his thighs, laughing, her breasts bouncing just slightly as she did, captivating him as he never imagined he could be. "Oh, please," she said in that typically teenage way of disbelief. "You're not even close to old yet. You're perfect." She raised a brow playfully and winked at him, and Aaron grinned, feeling as young as she thought him to be. But that didn't change the reality of his anatomy and its age. She tried to touch him through his trousers with the other hand, and he snagged that one, too. "I mean it," he warned. She relaxed in his hold and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck; he released her wrists while she snuggled against his chest, whispering in his ear. "How many times do you think we can do this tonight?" she murmured, nibbling his earlobe. "Three?" Aaron's hands clenched on her hips. "Four?" She licked his throat. Aaron jerked. "Five?" She pushed her hips forward against his, settling her crotch against the bulge in his pants he wouldn't let her touch and Aaron moaned, grinding his teeth against the desire to cum. "If it only lasts ten seconds," she whispered seductively, "that's okay with me. I'm planning on doing it to you again. All night." "Oh sweet god," he hissed as she rotated her hips against him. "Please...baby, not like this." She raised up on her knees, reaching between them to release his cock from his strained fly and take him into her hand. Then she made a sound of excitement he hoped was because he had the biggest cock she'd ever seen (hell, he hoped it was the only cock she'd ever seen) and started stroking him, between those silky stockinged thighs. She was sitting back, moving her hips unconsciously in the rhythm of her hand, her thighs open over his. She stared, clearly fascinated. "You're so hard," she whispered in a sort of sexual awe, and moved her soft little hand so smoothly over him that he bucked up into her touch. "Baby..." he whispered. "Oh, god...baby don't stop...please." She looked at him and grinned so wickedly it made his nerve endings sing--or was that the way her fingertips teased at the head of his cock?--and when she looked down again, he followed her eyes, only to groan at the sight of his cock, thick and rigid and dark, against the soft pale perfection of her smooth hand. She used her other fingers to take the hem of her dress, and slide it up her thighs until he could see the wide, intricate lace at the top of her stockings, and then pale thighs, lightly dusted with adorable freckles he planned to lick right off her, and then...oh god...then....her panties. A tiny scrap of lace some designer had the good sense to sell to kids, heaven bless him. Aaron was breathing like a freight train and his balls, still crammed tight in his trousers, were swelling and aching like the devil. "Do it on my panties," she whispered. Aaron growled, his body tightening like a bow, nearly throwing her back, and he came. Hard...long...painfully...erotically...his body jerking, his mouth open to allow noises that were nothing less than animalistic to emerge. Spasming, he watched his body shoot hot ribbons of white cum all over her pretty hand, and those prettier thighs, and when a stream darkened her light silky panties, he came harder, moaning deeply. It subsided, after what seemed like an hour of pleasure, leaving him bodily limp, feeling as if his soul had been drained, and he rolled his head back against the couch, gasping. Leila purred as if she'd just won a gold medal, her hand slowing, making him shake and convulse every time her fingers rose on his shaft and over the head of his softening cock. He endured it, because when he looked at her, his eyes opened just a slit, she was watching herself play with him, utterly enrapt. He didn't have the heart to ask her not to touch him, even if it was almost too much sensation for him to endure. When finally she stopped the motion of her hand, he could feel himself starting to pulse again...the hot race of blood starting somewhere in the vicinity of his heart. Leila tore her gaze away from the man's cock in her hand, and looked at the man himself with soft eyes. "I want to make you feel like that again," she whispered, her voice raw with desire. Aaron put his hand over hers, their fingers threading together, both wet with his cum. He wondered if he'd ever experienced anything so blatantly sexual, or so perfectly sweet. "Baby," he murmured, "it'll take me a few minutes to recover." He chuckled softly. "That was....incredible." She blushed, and smiled almost shyly. "Yeah?" "Yeah." Looking down at their hands, she grinned devilishly. "I made a mess," she sighed playfully. "Mmmmm. Yes, you did, Princess." The term of endearment made her blush harder. "Now it's my turn." Leila raised a brow at him questioningly but he only reached for the box of tissues on the side table. After the next minute or so, he decided he never wanted to have to clean himself up alone again; having her help was too erotic. Then he tossed them to the floor, adjusted his trousers, and took her hands in his. "Stand up, baby," he ordered softly, scooting to sit at the edge of the sofa as she did, his knees apart, with her standing between them. He raised his hands to her shoulders, where the thin straps of the dress were already slipping dangerously low, sliding one finger under each strap and moving them down over her softly freckled shoulders. The bodice of the dress lost its taut position, beginning to gape. Aaron leaned forward, licking the skin there, the sides of his tongue skimming the inner slopes of her breasts, growling a little when she jumped and moaned, holding his head. His fingers slid the straps to her elbows; he tugged to get her hands down and the straps off. When he did, the bodice slumped down to her waist, revealing her perfect breasts, barely and proudly held up for his mouth by a little scrap of strapless bra that matched her panties. He kissed her, on that satiny strip of flesh just between them, inhaling the scent of aroused woman and child-innocence and her hot perfume, alternating licks with his kisses, loving the way she moaned and pressed his head into her and squirmed. He loved the way she whimpered when he kissed his way slowly, passionately, along the upper edges of her bra, over the fullness of each breast, only an inch from the hardening nipples that he felt brushing his cheek as he moved. He sucked her skin on the inside upper curve of her left breast; she moaned softly. Pulling back just a bit, he looked at her, displayed so prettily for him, and at the small, hard spots of her nipples like tight little rosebuds under the fabric, pouting for his mouth. She sighed, and he could hear the rush of her breath through her lungs and feel the warmth of her close to him each time her breath moved in her chest, pushing her forward, as if in the very act of taking in air she was begging. "Please," she whispered quietly, sounding so sweet he smiled. Then he parted his lips and put them over her left nipple, sucking her through the fabric. Leila's hands convulsed on his head, pulling him hard into her, and pushing her breast hard into his mouth. Aaron laved her with heat, sucked and nibbled and licked at her nipple until she was breathing moans and pleas. "Oh.....please.....please!" she hissed, undulating her body in innocent attempts to get her breast father into his mouth. He drew away, looking up at her, her face flushed with desire, her lips parted and wet. Then he put his hands up, cupping her tits, running his thumbs across the hardened nipples, and pinching them lightly. She bit her lip and whined softly, back arching, head falling back a little, hands on his shoulders. Aaron put his hands to the flimsy little scrap of a bra between her breasts and tore it open so it fell in shreds and threads to the floor, her pretty, plump breasts bare, nipples pale pink and tight with arousal. Aaron put his mouth back to her, taking her right nipple between his teeth, lightly teasing and raking her, then soothing with licks and sucks while her moans and whimpers grew louder; stronger. More frenzied. He felt the rough stubble of his chin and cheeks abrading her, arousing her, and growled at the knowledge that he was marking her for his own. She was his. Leila trembled as he used and adored and assaulted her breasts, Aaron by turns being gentle and forceful, taking what he wanted of her cream and honey skin. And only after a long, long time did he take himself away from her, reclining back on the sofa, looking up at her, his cock stiff as iron again. She stood there before him, shaking slightly, skin reddened from his mouth and teeth, dress around her hips. She was a siren. A slut, and an innocent angel, all at once. "Take your hair down." Leila reached up, removed the clips or pins, showering that fiery hair down over her shoulders. "Take off the dress, " he said firmly. She put her hands at her waist, pushing slightly, and the material slipped down, pooling around her feet in those ridiculously high heels. Her body was slim and plump in the right places; the slight swell of her thighs and hips were feminine and so very, very young... "You're so beautiful," Aaron breathed, and Leila relaxed visibly, as if his approval was what she'd needed; wanted. Rising, Aaron took her by the hands, turning her as she stepped out of the dress so that now he was facing the sofa and she had her back to it. He slid down to his knees in front of her, sliding his hands across her body as he did. Her arms, the sides of her breasts, her waist, hips. Her outer thighs, her calves. Then he traveled back up again, but only as far as the little pair of panties that hid her sweet pussy from his eyes; his mouth. Bending forward, he kissed her pretty little navel, sliding his tongue around it, making her giggle and gasp and her hips thrust forward. He could smell the hot arousal of her and he put his hands between her legs, pushing her thighs open a bit; she wobbled on the heels, putting her hands back on his shoulders for balance. He should have been a gentleman, he supposed, and let her take off the shoes, but hell, they made her legs seem miles long and her ankles so sweet and delicate that he didn't have the heart. The contrast of innocent little prom queen and wanton was making his cock throb painfully. Aaron looked up to find her shaking and watching him, suddenly looking small and shy and he knew she was realizing how much she'd put herself at his mercy. "Take off the panties, Princess," he growled. She put her hands on the panties, at her hips, and in a motion that was awkward and unpracticed, she slid them down over her hips. Because she was in the tight space between him and the sofa she couldn't bend down to push them farther; the panties snagged and hung, just above her knees. Aaron's nose was inches from the softest, sweetest smelling cunt he'd ever had displayed for his pleasure. She was not shaved, or even trimmed; instead, her rosebud-colored-freckles-on-milk skin boasted velvety curls the color of that hot sauce he loved so much. Her hands were knotted into fists at her sides. Aaron closed his eyes, inhaling...and his cock beat in hard time with his heart. Rising, Aaron stepped back until he could feel the fire at the backs of his thighs, staring at her, her panties around her knees, her eyes wide and waiting. Slowly, he undressed. Shoes, socks...trousers, boxers. She forgot to be nervous about her own body, staring at his. "Sit down, Leila," he said in a tone he might have used telling a child to pick up her toys. When she moved to slip off the panties first, he stopped her. "No. You can slip them down but leave them on, and sit down." Leila nudged the panties; they slid down to her ankles and she sat as gracefully as she could, with panties cuffing her ankles and those high heels a handicap in themselves, sinking down onto the sofa. "Spread your legs for me, baby," Aaron whispered. She did, as far as the panties would allow, planting her feet farther apart, hands at her sides, tits warm as fresh cream in the firelight, hair burning like his need. The soft curls between her thighs parted too, and he caught a glimpse of moist pink pussy lips, and groaned. Moving back toward the sofa, he stood over her for a moment, his cock jutting out hard and throbbing at the right height for her to lean forward and open her mouth.... He went to his knees in front of her again, reaching down to remove her panties and toss them in the direction of his clothes, fully intending to keep them. With one hand on either of her thighs, he pushed her legs open farther and she moved her feet wider, sinking back into the sofa, exposing her perfect, wet, delicious pink slit to his gaze. Aaron rocked forward, taking her nipples again, making his little angel moan, never moving his hands from her thighs. She wrapped her fingers around his head, pushing her tits into his avid mouth, whimpering and making soft begging noises, back arching, legs trembling in his grasp. Teasing and arousing her with his mouth, Aaron marked her throat and chin and shoulders and plump tits with the rough stubble of his chin and cheeks and all the while she bowed up toward him and gasped and asked for more...more.... Sliding his hands up her thighs while he sucked her tight little nipples, Aaron touched the swollen lips of her with his thumbs, parting her. Leila cried out a little, sinking farther back into the cushions. He kept her open with one hand and with the other, slid a fingertip from the base of her cunt up to her clit, and she jolted and jerked and groaned. Suddenly, he ducked his head, planting his mouth over her cunt, licking her clit. Leila screamed. Her fingernails dug into his scalp and she bucked up, pushing her cunt at his mouth, but he only gave her the one feel of his tongue. Nose-to-cunt with her, he grabbed her behind the knees, pulling her ass to the edge of the sofa, making her gasp. Then he pushed her thighs open again, farther this time, and the smell of her--hot, ripe, sweet and tart--made his mouth water. He buried himself in her cunt. Aaron ate her pussy wildly, all his intentions to be slow and make her crazy lost in his own hunger for this taste of paradise between her soft thighs. He licked and sucked at her clit, slid his tongue up and down, up and down, along her slit. Fucked her tight pink hole with his rolled tongue; wrapping his arms around her thighs, he lifted her ass off the sofa and to his mouth, feasting. Leila sobbed and begged and writhed, trying to get her fingers into the sloppy wet mess he was making of her, to stroke her clit and get off, but he wouldn't allow her to end it so fast. She was pushing his head down and her hips up in rhythmic thrusts, fucking his face like some seasoned cumslut rather than the sweet little girl he knew. She begged, then pleaded, then swore softly at him. "Oh god, pleeeease Mister Wagner," she gasped. "PLEASE. Make me cum!" Instead, he went on fucking her with his tongue, as deeply as he could, his thumbs rubbing on either side of her slippery, swollen clit. Always pushing her toward it...never letting her get there. Her cunt was oozing the sweetest arousal he'd ever tasted, the lips swelling and getting slicker. Hotter. He ate and ate at her, licked and sucked and fucked her pussy. She put her high- heeled feet on the edge of the sofa, to push herself harder at him. "Please..." she gasped as his hands grabbed her tits, pinching her tight little nipples and his mouth went back to her clit. "Please.....please.....PLEEEEEEASE!!!!!!" Aaron took her clit between his lips, rolling and sucking it, flicking it with his tongue. Leila arched and laid back her head and screamed, her hands scratching madly at his shoulders. She came, her body bouncing between his mouth and the sofa, hips wild in her passion, cunt flooding with juices that covered his lips and chin and nose. He was relentless, pushing her harder and harder, sucking her clit even as her spasms calmed and she began begging him to stop, refusing to allow her time to bottom out before pushing her up again. She made high-pitched, open mouthed cries, trying to push him away, until she passed some point of pleasure and began to moan and writhe again, nearly sobbing with the intensity of it. He gentled his mouth but continued licking and sucking at her, loving the taste of her cunt juices on his tongue; wanting her ready for the next fantasy. Leila was mewling and whimpering in pleasure when Aaron took his mouth away; she made a soft sound of disappointment until he came up to kiss her, and she had the first taste of her own cunt. Aroused and shocked by the sharing of her pleasure, she kissed him, and licked delicately, kitten-like, at his chin and lips and cheeks, cleaning him and learning her own flavor. Then he took her by the hands, her smaller, softer ones so delicate in his own, pulling her to her feet. "Come on, baby," he murmured, walking backward, leading her toward the fire. Leila's face was flushed with pleasure, her cheeks warm and pink, a look of delicious satisfaction in her eyes. Aaron drew her to her knees before the fire, lowering himself with her and they knelt there and he kissed her....over, and over and over, the heat sated for a little while, the embers banked. She sighed and moaned and made sweet, soft sounds that throbbed through his cock, her hands like delicate little wings on his skin. Aaron's hands were on her face, stroking her cheeks while he devoured her mouth and taught his little angel to suck at his tongue. He pulled her down. Lying on his back on the floor before the fire, Aaron pulled her atop him, the length of her so delicate and soft and light; his cock rubbing at the silky curls between her thighs. He raised one knee to part her legs; her knees naturally straddling him as he continued kissing her, never releasing her mouth or taking his hands from her precious face. As her thighs parted, his cock pushed up against the wet folds of her cunt and he rocked his hips up and back, parting her lips farther; getting his cock wet with her delicious juices. Leila wrapped her arms up behind his shoulders and put her weight on her elbows and knees, levering her hips up and moving against him. Aaron moved his hips up, she pushed down. He pulled down, she followed him, never letting her wet cunt lose contact with his cock. She broke from his kiss, both of them gasping, and bent down to whisper in his ear, "Fuck me." Aaron groaned, his hands tightening on her face just before he slid them down to cup and caress her breasts, his cock insistent between her thighs. "Please," she breathed in his ear, moving her hips so that the head of his cock was at the slick entrance to her cunt. "Pretty please, Mister Wagner?" Aaron had no control. He grabbed her tits, shoved his cock up; buried the whole hot, hard, pulsing length of his meat into her cunt, and arched his neck, crying out aloud at the feel of her around his shaft. It took nearly a minute for her reaction to come clearly into his fuzzy brain. Leila's hands were like claws on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. She was shaking, and he was sure that at the moment he'd taken her so roughly, she'd sobbed in his ear. "Baby....baby, what's wrong?" he murmured, stroking his big hands up and down her back. "I never..........I never......." was all she gasped. Aaron froze. "You've never....done this?" he rasped, his voice cracking a little. She shook her head on his shoulder. "I...my last boyfriend and me...we fooled around a little, but....we never...." Aaron wrapped his arms around her; smoothing his rough hands over her silk skin, calling himself all manner of filth for having been so stupid with someone so precious. "I'm sorry, baby. So sorry. I promise I won't ever hurt you again." He gentled her with his words and then with kisses, all the while, the thick, throbbing length of his dick buried so deep inside her that she was stuffed full of him and yet he stayed motionless, barely daring to breathe in an effort to let her adjust to him. He wiped tears off her cheeks; she bit her lip in that soft, blatantly sexual way that was so beautifully innocent. He murmured soothingly to her; little by little, she began to squirm, pushing a little, then rocking, her body sliding back and forth just a few inches in one direction, then the other, but it was enough to make Aaron clench his fists on the carpet and moan for her to stop. "It's okay," she whispered in his ear. "It feels..." "How does it feel, Princess?" he rasped, forcing his hands to open so he could grasp her silky hips and help her move up. Back. Up. Back. "Mmmmmmmm it feels..." she closed her eyes, moving a little harder against him, shoving her cunt down around his shaft deeper. "It feels so hard," she whispered. "Hot. It feels so good, but--" Aaron wanted to scream no. He was afraid she was going to stop; to say that it wasn't as good as she'd wanted it to be, that he wasn't what she'd wanted. But instead, she pushed at his shoulders, sitting up astride him, and his cock slid impossibly deeper into her and she gasped loudly. "Ohhhhhh," she moaned. "Yessssssssss. Like this! It's so deep. So hard..." Her eyes closed, she rose up on her knees, only to slam down again onto his erection, and Aaron cried out with pleasure. Aaron cupped her tits, rubbed over her nipples with his thumbs and forefingers; she put her hands over his and pushed herself harder into his hands. "Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes," she chanted sweetly, and every 'yes' was punctuated by her wet fist-tight cunt sliding up and down his thick cock. Every slide ended with her body mashed down against his with a wet little sound that made Aaron moan. "YES! Oh....yessss," Lelia whimpered, her body moving faster, her cunt soaking him with sweet liquid arousal. She looked down on him with her face soft and pink, flushed with need. "Oh...oh....oh.....Mister Wagner....PLEEEEASE come inside me!!!" She started to shake, her head falling back, her hands grabbing at his wrists and at the first feel of her cunt squeezing him in rhythmic waves of her orgasm, Aaron shoved his cock up into her as high and tight and far as he could reach, grabbing her hips and shoving her down onto him as he began to spurt heavy ribbons of cream into her pussy. They moaned together, bodies arching hard and spasming in mutual orgasm. Leila whimpered--a sweet, high-pitched, gasping sound of pleasure while Aaron groaned, teeth grinding hard, using her as his hot little cumslut; the sweet princess who took his thick white load. They were both shaking when it was over. Leila slumped down onto his chest and all Aaron could do was hold her, stroke her, and catch his breath. The fire licked warmth around and over them, and she snuggled into him in ways that made his cock ache, even as it softened and slid from her tight sheath with a little hot, wet sound against his thigh. He sighed, and wondered if he had ever been so satisfied in his whole long life. Then Leila stirred, rising slightly to kiss him, grin, and whispered, "That's only two." And Aaron, his angel on his chest, lifted his chin and laughed, and kissed the little minx and started thinking about number three.
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Two house slaves led her into the chamber. She was dressed - more like decorated - with shining gold cuffs on wrists and ankles. Two moderately heavy and equally bright chains linked wrists and ankles. Her hair was perfectly coiffed high on her head to show she was collarless. Earning a collar was partly the point of the auction, after all. Her make up was flawless and glittering. Gold dust made her oiled skin shine. The slavers had spared no expense in making her highly marketable. They had spared no expense anywhere. She had been training for weeks for this moment...and the new life that would follow. It had been hard training, rigorous training. It was the kind of training where failure and especially disobedience earned swift and often very harsh correction, where she learned that "No" and "I" were not words to be spoken. She was unlike many in her class. She had not been kidnapped or coerced, she had not been sold. She wanted this. She had volunteered. From the first moment when the Headmistress began her welcome speech to the 14 shackled men and women, she had known she was in the right place., had made the right decision. "Whatever you once were, whatever you did for a living, whoever you loved or called family...even your old name, that's gone now. Get used to it...fast! You are slaves to be used and abused for our pleasure and the pleasure of your eventual buyers." Her juices had immediately started flowing at the thought! From her earliest memories she had dreamed of submission, of being forced, whether it was by pirates or invading armies or whatever her schoolgirl mind could conjure. In the privacy of her room she had tried to tie herself up, whipped herself with whatever was handy. It was never enough. When she was 14 she gave herself to the first boy who asked. It had been disappointing. He had been kind and uncertain. She realized that she needed a real master, not a fumbling schoolboy. Later, after seeing a very strong looking and extremely well dressed woman, she realized that she might add'real mistress' to that dream. It made her damp. Soon she had found her way to story and video sites on the net and her imagination had taken off. Pretending to be older, she had connected with an online master for awhile. That had been wonderful, but still was not enough. Then, just before she turned 18 she found a dark web link to real slavers. On her birthday, she wrote them, begging to be taken. Weeks of silence went by. Maybe they were ignoring her. Maybe they will be checking her out to make sure she was for real. She did have one encounter with a man in a bar who more or less raped her, if anything so willingly surrendered could be termed rape. Was he a slaver's agent testing her, she wondered? Then one day, there was an e-mail, no name, just the logo of the slavers she had found- a stylized S fashioned from a braided whip. "your dream will be realized." Days of silence and anticipation and furious bouts of masturbation followed, until another email arrived. She was directed to be at a certain corner in the city wearing only a red dress and heels and carrying nothing else. She had two hours. It was now or never! Fuck! She didn't have a red dress! Gathering...well nothing except some cash and a credit card she jumped in a cab and rushed to the mall. It took three stores but she finally found a red one piece dress that clung to her curves. It was too small, but she had a feeling it wouldn't matter. She wouldn't be owning it long. On time, she paced the corner bare-assed under her skirt and feeling like a hooker. It felt delicious, like the beginning of a new life, one of which she had dreamed for so long. She gave the rest of her cash to a homeless guy who eyed her lasciviously and tossed her card and the clothes she had worn to the mall in the garbage. The instructions had said dress, heels and nothing else. She figured she should start with obedience! A van had pulled up, the side door opened, the logo was shown to her. With a deep breath she climbed in and left all she had known until now behind. That had been six weeks ago. She had learned that this was a long time for a training cycle among slavers. These folks were top drawer. She had worked hard, learned her positions, practiced her sexual skills for hours on end, ate well, exercised hard, learned to take anything they wanted up any hole and smile and groan and actually enjoy the continuing violations. She had also learned orgasm control. She had only been granted three and only came without permission twice. The corrections had been harsh. She had experienced a dozen kinds of punishments including some intense torture session designed to test her limits. She was spared nothing. More importantly, she embraced everything. _______________________________________ They worked on her body, but the Headmistress also worked on her mind and spirit once she realized that this young candidate was a born submissive, that rare commodity, a natural slave. The Mistress was used to breaking the kidnapped ones, but this one - they had assigned her the number '4' as a temporary label - was the most natural slave she had ever encountered. She did not need to be told to beg for punishment when she screwed up, never hesitated to spread when ordered, go down on someone or lick an asshole. The Mistress was pretty sure the little cunt's cunt had been wet every minute of her servitude. Some slaves didn't make the cut. They got sold off to brothels at wholesale prices. But this little gem held the promise of making the whole year profitable and earning her a healthy cash bonus. Another bonus had been those "private tutoring session" nights. This slave worked oh so very hard and willingly to make the Mistress happy. Of course much of #4's training had been filmed and had been posted to the online catalogue for several days. Potential buyers could watch her swallow cock, lick pussy, ride a man or a woman, dance under the ministrations of whip and cane. The company even threw a cocktail party with some of the more frequent customers so potential buyers could see the candidates in various social settings, serving, being ordered to strip, being ordered to perform in a crowd. There were bondage vids showing both flexibility and endurance, even some golden shower tapes. But nothing quite compared to the auction itself. It would be live. It took place in a simple soundproofed room, one that gave at the illusion of being larger than it was. Black curtains lined the walls with the S-whip logo prominently displayed in on all four walls. With technology today, serious buyers could watch in HD in the comfort of their own homes while considering their bids. No doubt a good many were being pleasured by their own slaves while they watched. Video cameras from several angles transmitted the images in full surround. VOIP devices allowed potential buyers to communicate suggestions and wishes directly to the Headmistresses' earwig. This was as much show as sale. Marketing was everything. Seven slaves had gone before #4, five women and two men. It seems like they always had a harder time finding men who embraced their submission. Four men and two women had not made it through training and had been sold off wholesale. The rejects were spending their time strapped down being face and butt-fucked in some faraway hellhole. The ones who survived would be high earners. They always were because Headmistress was a wonderful trainer and judge of slave flesh. It had been a good night so far with brisk bidding and good final prices. One reluctant bitch had balked at commands and gone under the projected price. She was being chastised in another part of the facility. ______________________________________ The two house slaves, one male, one female, bare but for attractive and complicated leather harnesses, led #4 to the dais. They attached her wrist chain to a hook and slowly winched her arms above her head, stretching her breasts up. Robotic cameras slowly panned around her, front and back, top to bottom, now close up, now full length. This perusal lasted for several minutes. Then the Headmistress entered, masked and resplendent in her red PVC catsuit. "And now Mistresses and Masters, the star of tonight's auction, the lovely #4!" The theatrical lights began to shimmer and change colours tossing hues and contrasts over the slave's body. #4 thought she must look like a piece of art at a museum. She realized, that in a manner of speaking she was. A commodity, a toy, property to be bought by the highest bidder who could then use her as she or he would for as long and as hard as they liked. Her pussy began to fairly leak down her thighs, a fact pointed out by the Mistress who stroked her soaked cunt. "Look how ready she is! This one was born to serve, and for the right price, she will serve you faithfully and passionately. You have seen her training tapes. You know she is skilled, obedient and enthusiastic. What else can we show you?" The Mistress looked up at the screen in the corner, a few low-ball bids had already appeared. #4 could hear a small buzz in the Mistresses' earwig. "Of course!" She moved to a side table and picked up a set of alligator clips with a heavy chain. Silently she moved to the suspended slave. She bent to lick a nipple to stiffen it and realized they were already protruding. "See?" she said pulling back for the cameras, " She is all ready and eager!" With no gentleness whatsoever she snapped the clips shut, first one, then the other. #4 let go a moan and closed her eyes, but did not cry out. She groaned again when Mistress simply dropped the heavy chain dragging her breasts downward. The Mistress patted her cheek, her pride and even affection communicated by a touch. The ear wig buzzed again. At a signal the winch whirred again lifting #4 fully off the ground. The Mistress reached for a bullwhip - no warm-up today. Testing her reach she let fly, a full body swing that caught #4 right across the tit clamps and swung around to her back. She had not been told to count, but did so anyway. "One, thank you Mistress. May I have another?" Because of a motor on the winch, #4 was slowly rotating, turning in full circles. The second blow caught her full across her asscheeks, the tip viciously snapping all the way around to catch her vulva. She screamed...and counted. On and on the blows came, 25 in all until she hung limply, every inch of her torso and legs in agony. No one whipped like Mistress! On the tote board the price was climbing nicely - a good number certainly, but the Mistress knew it could go higher. The earwig buzzed again. Mistress signalled to the male slave who tripped the cable release. #4 crashed to the dais in a surprised heap. He stepped in front of her. "Serve him!" cracked the Mistress' voice like a whip of a different kind. He had been chosen for this duty because of the enormous size of his cock. Silent tears streaming down her cheeks, #4 struggled to her knees and into the appropriate serving position, again lifting the painful weight of chain stretching her punished tits. Grasping his growing cock in her hand, she first licked and toyed with it. A crop struck her butt. "Get on with it!" barked the Mistress, "All the way!" In seconds #4 was diving down his shaft stretching her mouth as wide as she could. Four, five, six times she bobbed until he wrapped her hair in his hand and forced his cock all the way down. She had been ready for this and let her throat open. The monster cock slid deep into her throat, the full nine inches disappearing, her nose mashing his clean shaven pubis. And he held her there. Panic rose in her at the inability to breathe. She had often thought that when she died, it would be with a cock choking her to death. But that would not be today. She was being sold! #4 fought her reflexes and instead of gagging or struggling for air, simply took it and took it looking up for the cameras. No one would call the look on her suffocating face blissful, but it was...peaceful. In the completeness of her submission, she would give her very life if demanded. The tote board lit up with new bids each second the male slave held her firm. Her head began to swim, the edges of her vision blackening. Her eyes rolled up in her head and #4 went limp. Only then did the massive male let go. #4 fell again to the floor, gasping for breath. And then, amazingly, she crawled again to her knees assuming a catalogue perfect pose, legs spread, hands resting palm upward on thighs, breasts thrust out. The Mistress was amazed. The bids damn near broke the computer. And then it was over. "Sold! declared the Headmistress, smiling at the new record price for a single slave." She turned one more time to the table in the corner. Checking the names of several boxes stacked there she opened the appropriate one and removed the contents. She strode over and stood behind #4. "Head high, slave. You are now owned." #4 lifted her head and closed her eyes, savouring the words. New tears rolled down her cheeks, but these were tears of pride. She felt the Mistress place a collar around her neck and heard a snick of a locking mechanism that signalled the finality of a very permanent collar. #4 opened her eyes and checked the monitor. Her dishevelled and tear streaked face looked radiant as she gazed at the thin platinum ring shining duly, rings dangling at the centre and both sides. She had realized her dream...she was owned! The house slaves lifted her to her feet almost gently, removed the nipple clamps and guided her out of the auction room. The Mistress followed. She grasped #4 and spun her around, leaning down and kissing her deeply and sensuously. "You are, and I suspect will always be my best work, #4. I have seldom have had cause to say this, but I believe I will miss you. "Tomorrow you will be prepared for shipping to your new home. It is a long way off. You will be cuffed, gagged, blindfolded including sound suppressing ear plugs. Your owner demands complete sensory deprivation. You will be crated. Don't be afraid. Your owner paid a great deal for you. You will not be damaged...in transit at least. "But for one more night, you are mine. Come, let me bathe you, enjoy a fine meal with you and tonight...you have earned a mind-blowing orgasm, maybe several. It's my turn to serve your pleasure." As they walked down the corridor towards the Mistresses' lavish quarters #4 smiled as broadly as ever, proud of the confirmation of her slavery. I swing my legs out of bed and catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The dark hair between my legs draws my eye. I languidly run my fingers through it, enjoying the slight tug on my mons as they find soft knots amongst the curls. I'd been growing out my bush over the last few months and really was enjoying seeing it again after shaving bare since I was 15. I felt like an adult, a grown woman for the first time in my 19 years! I tweak each nipple while still looking in the mirror. My body responds instantly, and a jolt of pleasure races down to my vagina causing a brief clench followed by a light throb from my clit. My nipples stand erect atop their C cup mounds, indignant over the rude interruption. "Nicky! Get ready before you start something!" I admonish loudly while wrapping a towel around myself. I grab my toiletry bag and headed towards the bathroom. Steam billows from the first of the two showers and I make a beeline for the empty cubicle. The water stops in the first stall and I can hear a towel being furiously rubbed on hot wet skin shortly followed by Carmen stepping out of the cubicle. "Morning Nicki! Sleep well?" Carmen has always been an enthusiastic morning person, something I really like about her. "Very well thanks!" I replied, "Y... you?" I stuttered the moment Carmen's towel slipped to the floor. My eyes widen at the sight of her naked body, something I have seen a few times but still cannot get over what a perfect specimen of female sexuality she is. "I was in bed too early and have been up since 4 AM!" Carmen turns her back towards me and bends down to collect her towel. I catch sight of her vulva between her legs which sends a tingle to my nipples causing them to re-erect. As Carmen picks up her towel her butt cheeks separate slightly and something red and shiny winks at me very briefly. I quickly look away realizing that she is looking straight at me from between her legs! Carmen turns back towards me, the towel once again wrapped tightly around her body. She has a strange look on her face, eyes slightly narrowed, lips turned up in a slight smirk. "Oh shit, she saw me checking her out" I think to myself, blood draining from my face. I cough slightly and turn to make my way to brush my teeth at the basin, my face burning with embarrassment. "Nicky" Carmen whispers. "Did you like what you saw?" "What you mean?" I try act casual, but I can feel my hands quivering. I quickly cross my arms to try hide it. "You know what I mean Nicky. While I was picking up my towel, I saw you staring at me. Staring at my,...erm..., my newest piece of jewelry" she had a soft knowing smile on her face. "I am so sorry Carmen" I say knowing there was no point in lying any further. "I really didn't mean to intrude on your privacy! Your,...er..., jewelry twinkled and caught my eye, but I looked away as soon as I realized what I was looking at, promise!". "Nicky it's really ok, I didn't mind you staring" she says with a demur smile. "I bought it a few days ago on Etsy but today is the first time I have it in. I was curious what all the hype was about, so I have decided to try one myself" Carmen explained. "Ah" was all I managed to say, my cheeks lighting up again in embarrassment. Carmen giggled. "Why are you getting embarrassed?" "I am embarrassed that I am curious about it I guess" I admit as I hid my face in my hands. "No sweetie, no need to be embarrassed" Carmen murmured, pulling my hands away from my face. "It is natural to be curious. Healthy in fact." "I tell you what, once you feel brave enough to talk about it you come see me. I won't judge you and you can ask me anything" Carmen promised. "Ok" I managed to mutter, still feeling the shame burn high on my cheeks. "I am in room 9A in case you forgot" Carmen says with a wink. "Later 'gator" Carmen quipped and strides out the bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror as I brush my teeth. "Why are you like this" I think to myself. "You're curious about butt plugs and yet haven't even lost your virginity? Baby steps Nicky. Fucking baby steps!" I turn on the water hoping the warm spray will wash away my shame. The water streaking down over my tits felt great, the water pressure is always nice this time of the morning before the unwashed masses make their way to the bathrooms scattered all over the dorm. I close my eyes and immediately I picture Carmen bent over, her butt cheeks spread and a ruby colored stone glinting invitingly. My eyes shoot open as soon as I realize that the wetness I was feeling wasn't all from the shower water. I was getting turned on! "What the fuck Nicky! You're not a lesbian!" I say out loud. I cringe hearing the shower next door burble to life and quickly finish up and hurry back to my room. I drop the towel and search my drawers for a clean pair of panties. "You HAVE to do washing this weekend Nicky" I exclaim realizing that there was not one clean pair to be found. I sighed heavily, frustrated and annoyed. I flopped down on the bed and layback staring at the ceiling. I felt like declaring today a non-starter and just sneaking back under the covers and hide away from the world. My skin is tingling while cooling down from the hot shower and I could feel my public hair springing back to shape as the last damp evaporates. I absent-mindedly start running a finger through my full bush, fluffing it a bit where it's become entangled. I start thinking about Carmen again, that shiny delight clenched in her light-colored anus. Those puffy pussy lips extending between her legs covered in a light brown dusting of springy pubes. "I wonder what Carmen tastes like" I muse, gently inserting a fingertip into the entrance of my pussy. I feel a small dribble escape from the lips and snake down between my butt cheeks and coating my sphincter. I draw a sharp breath as I follow the wet trail down and softly touch the forbidden orifice. My anus draws tight, unused to this foreign sensation, but soon relaxes allowing me to explore further. I reach over to my nightstand and feel around trying to find my compact. I pop it open and detach the mirror, tossing the other half to the side of the bed. Up until this point I have never been curious enough to look at my anus. I've checked out my pussy in amazing detail, but my ass had remained a no-go zone until today. "Time to get to know yourself a little better my girl" I say raising my hips and spreading my legs. I feel my butt cheeks split open as I reach around my leg getting the mirror positioned. I am soon staring at my own asshole. I did not realize how much hair there was on a sphincter. I pulled at a few of the hairs with my free hand but didn't like the sensation. Little lines all along the wall point towards a tight knot which contracts even tighter when touched. I could feel my pussy lips starting to swell and spread, my little clit poking out ever so slightly. I dip a finger into my vagina which by this stage is drooling into my pubes. I rub my juice around my anus enjoying the slippery wet sensation. The knot seems to relax and unexpectedly the tip of my finger slips into my anus followed suddenly by my sphincter contracting and pulling my finger all the way in. My eyes shoot open in alarm and I try to pull my finger out. My anus is wound so tight round my finger that I can barely move it and pictures of me having to explain this at the ER start flashing in my mind! I force myself to breathe deep to calm down and slowly the sphincter muscles release my finger. "Wow" I say to the empty room. "Wow, wow, wow". I make up my mind to visit Carmen as soon as possible, I have so many questions. I really hope her offer was legit. "I'm late!" I shout as I catch a glimpse of the time and shoot up off the bed in a panic. I grab a black knee length skirt and quickly pair it with a white peasant top and black pumps. I soon realize again that there is no clean underwear and decide to go commando for the day because if I don't leave now I'll be late and get another demerit in my English Lit class. I am convinced Professor Saunders hates me and needs the littlest of excuses to dole out punishment. _Note: This is about my life as husband and boy with my Wife and Mistress. It is not fiction._ I feel I am at a cross roads and am happy to be experiencing that with you at my side but also, newly founded, as the head of our house, the woman I worship, and the woman who is my lead. All of this is true and would be true whether or not there was bdsm in our life. I want you to understand that. I feel like I have the opportunity to re-invent myself, as I said before, but I need not only your help, I need you to be clear and firm with me. I think sometimes you are too easy on me. I will explain later. Please understand what it means when I say you are the head of the household. Moving your clothes in the bedroom, you sitting at the head of the table are small symbols of that. I want you to be the boss and have final say about everything, if you wish it. Correcting me, guiding me, showing me, and disciplining me and punishing me are all apart of this. I know it takes effort and care. I thank you for taking it slow, but I think you can speed up a little, at least on my account. Some examples... I would ask that you set a date for me to quit smoking, tell me how you want me to taper off and just expect it to be done, with your help when I am cranky. Once the date hits, me smoking would mean being punished (which means punishment, not something I would like). Knowing you will follow through will help me. You might do the same with me losing weight. Yesterday I should have greeted you at the door. Yes I was a bit sad and lost, but that is no excuse. You should be greeted, shoes removed, feet kissed. If I were you, knowing what I am needing, I would have punished me, sent me to the corner, something, for a while... a punishment that matches the infraction. Please disicpline and punish me when I displease you. Slap me, send me to the storage room, whatever works for you. I think you let me cum too often. I cant believe I am saying that, but I notice that I more at the top of game when I am hungry to cum... I am not saying I never want to cum or that you shouldn't let me if it is what you want, but I am prepared to be denied. I no longer expect to cum to be honest very often. I do not expect you to make me cum. I do not expect you to suck me anymore. I want it to be all your choice and I want your pleasure to be top of mind for me. Remember, I am most excited when I am hard. I get hard serving you and when you speak to me as my Mistress, when you humiliate me, etc. I do not get hard when I cum. Think about that. I adore you. I want to be as good as I can be for you. I want to serve you and service you. I want...and I need... to obey you. Be my wife and my lover and my friend while you are also my Mistress and Goddess. Be kind and be cruel. Do as you wish with me. I trust you. **Another letter** I love you and adore you and I know I could do a better job doing both, and I want to, I need to. I have found in you someone who challenges me, loves me, and accepts me. You are smart, sexy, caring, and you deserve the best of everything. I may not have the ability to lavish you with material things, but I do have the desire – in fact it is a growing passion – to worship you, to submit to you. I have been trying to let you know this, but I am not sure you realize what I am saying, truly saying. I want to be your husband and boy, your lover and slave, your man and your toy. I believe you should be the one in charge, be my Mistress. All the years I was Dominant, underneath it all I wanted to be owned. I wanted to have a real relationship first, but I also wanted to live a bdsm life, as a boy and perhaps in time as a slave. I have realized over the last while that I could do this with you, that I could submit to you. But I want it ONLY if you want it, only if you like it and if it turns you on to own me. So what does this mean? Well, first and foremost it gets its meaning from us, not from others, so it is ours to create and change and sustain. For me, serving you means you should have your needs and wants met, whatever they are, and that it is my place to help ensure you are pleased and satisfied. I won't pretend I am all that good at it yet, which is why the other night I said I wished you will train me, show me how. Here is what I want you to understand. This is not a role play to me. This is about living our lives with you in charge and with me serving you. I would like to call you Mistress if that is okay, but even if that does not appeal to you, I want to serve you and service you. Here's the thing however. For this to work you need to not only want this. You need to exercise your dominance and control actively. I need you to control me not somehow expect me to do all of the right things. Here's how. Control my sex. Control my orgasm and allow me humiliation and pain and I will be at your command. It is hard for me to admit that, but I know I am ultimately in need of your direction, your control, and when required your discipline. In fact, when you are like this, I am turned on. Sometimes when you are mad at me, I wish you would punish me. Instead I argue with you. I want that to stop. I want you to have things your way. I want to be considered, but I want you to decide and I will obey. I promise. I will need help to get to this point but here is my vision of service to you. 1\. Your happiness is my number one concern. 2\. You no longer have to do any house work or laundry. Train me how to meet your standards and I will do these things. 3\. You decide if and when you go out with me or by yourself. It is understood that if you go out alone or with friends, I will watch Bryn and, if you so decide, clean while you are away. 4\. I will do the grocery shopping unless you wish to. 5\. I will run the errands. 6\. I will sit at your feet as a matter of course unless you allow me otherwise. 7\. I will remove your shoes and kiss your feet when you enter the house. 8\. I will serve you sexually whenever you want in whatever way you want, without expecting any release myself. 9\. I will be available anytime to rub your feet or back, run you a bath. 10\. I will not orgasm unless you allow it. I will wear a chastity device if you wish it. What do I need from you? 1\. I need you to love me and show me how to please you. 2\. I need you to respect my voice but know that ultimately you decide and I will obey. 3\. I need you to actively dominate and be in charge. This does not mean it cant be fun or sexy or done in a subtle way... Bottom line is what you say goes. 4\. I need you to use humiliation as way to remind me of my place and of your superiority. How you humiliate is your choice, but I can tell you being forced to eat my cum when I cum, whether from inside you or from your hand or from a glass... this is both a turn on for me but will be incredibly humiliating. I need that. 5\. I need pain. I will show you how to torture my cock and balls. Please let me show you how. I need you to be clear about what you want in terms of household duties. A list would be helpful that you check. I expect to live up to your standards. I ask only that you be fair in your demands. 6, Rituals would help me. Making me wear a butt plug every day for an hour for example. 7\. I need you to be condescending and sometimes mean to me. Sometimes I need you to just ridicule me, ridicule my cock. The other night when you spoke of other cocks you had and how they were bigger... please humiliate me that way. It not only turns me on, it excites me to know that you choose my cock over those bigger/better ones. 8\. Remind me of how lucky I am to have you own me, how much you put up with to be with me. I want you, Mistress, to understand your power and my need for you to have it. I do have limits but they are few: no children, no drugs, no scars, and nothing that would expose unsuspecting others to this lifestyle without their consent. There is one more limit which you may find odd for me to cite, but it is important. I will not do sexual activities with another woman. If you wished me to suck a man I would but not a woman in anyway. Other than that, you have ultimate control. I know what follows may not be what you expected, but I have to tell you because I do not want to limit you. While my sex is yours to control, I do not expect you to limit yourself. It is your choice. In other words I would be your cuckold if you wished it. There are other things I hope for but they are not needs. Like being forced to wear panties. Or forced to serve you drinks and such in front of a friend while plugged. Or forced to watch you dirty dance and whatever else you would do in a bar. Or having to drink cum for you in a public place... These are things I wish for, yours to decide of course. I know there is much to discuss. You might find this hard to believe, I don't know. I have lived too long a lie about who I am. You have freed me to be my true self, which is your boy, your man, in love with the woman I worship and wish to serve. I hope this appeals to you. _Please comment and vote. I would like to hear from you._
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_Author's note: this contains male-male sexual acts (as well as male-female)._ **************** I remember the first time Maggie walked in on me. The look on Maggie's face as I quickly tried to cup my hand around my rock hard erection was something between embarrassed shock and plain old laughter. She dropped the clean towels she was holding inside the door and then covered her face with one hand while she tried to spit out a response. "I uh. I'm so sorry!" I shouted as she backed out of the bedroom suppressing a laugh. She and my dad married several years earlier but she didn't have any kids of her own so I thought this must have been quite the shock for her. I guess she wasn't used to knocking before entering rooms since it was usually just Maggie and my dad in that wide open ranch and, for some reason, I had completely forgotten to lock my bedroom door behind me. In my defense, it was my dad's porn video. He practically led me to his stash the previous summer while I was helping him find some old clothes in the attic to give away. There was no way he could figure out that just one DVD out of so many was missing, I figured, so I just "borrowed" them one at a time. Normally, while my dad was at work, I just hung out in my room playing video games or catching up on my summer reading list for college. Maggie spent a ton of time out of the house on various hobbies or hanging out at the pool, so I usually had a ton of time to relax while I watched my dad's classic porn movies. What I loved was the reckless abandon with which the actors and actresses in the scenes went after each other. I was only nineteen, having just finished my freshman year of college, but my curiosity in sex was already straying away from the mainstream. In the scene I was watching before I was suddenly interrupted, two men were plowing away at a blonde goddess with ripe breasts that bobbed as they took turns entering her holes. At the climax of the scene, she straddled one of the mustachio'd men and rode his enormous cock while facing him. At the same time, the other man pressed his thick cock inside her hair lined slit to join the first man. Her fluids leaked down her thighs as the two cocks rubbed up against each other inside her stretched opening. I had watched this scene a dozen times already and wanted to time my orgasm for the moment when the man on top pulled out of the woman and pumped his shaft until he blasted his cumshot between the woman's firm ass cheeks and and the creamy white trail flowed onto the shaft of the man still pumping underneath. It was more than a little embarrassing to be caught by Maggie like that. Normally, I tried to avoid any sort of compromising situation with my step- mother thanks to her banging curvy body. She had wavy blonde hair that was cropped just beneath her sharp chin line. Her cheek bones were high like a model's and she had piercing blue eyes. When she hung out at the pool, she wore this red bikini that hugged every curve on her body and teased me with the amount of ripe cleavage it left bare. Maggie was thirty eight, six years younger than my dad, but I couldn't imagine she was any less popular with other guys now than when she was at my age. What did not help my embarrassment was waiting around for the "talk" I was sure my dad was going to give me about not idling around all day. To my surprise, when we sat down to talk after dinner that night, he seemed to be in a subdued mood. On mom's side of the family, things were always a little stuffy. I kind of preferred the way everybody hid their feelings and avoided talking about all- too intimate subjects. On my dad's side of the family, though, nothing was sacred and nothing was secret. We talked about everything in my dad's house growing up and his side of the family had none of the pretentious modesty like my mom's family. On my dad's side of the family, my sister and I grew up changing clothes in the same rooms or even trading places in the shower with cousins That's why I was expecting some deep and long conversation about masturbation and respecting women and their bodies, even though I was looking at his porn. Except, that wasn't the talk I got at all. I was sitting on my bed reading a magazine when my dad slowly press open the half-cracked door. We all avoided the elephant in the room at dinner but it was clear to me that the elephant was now charging head-on at me as my father approached in his work slacks and button-down shirt with his sleeves rolled up. His forearms were hairy but lean and muscular like me and all I could do was stare at that spot where his sleeve cuff met his forearm and how it flexed as it swung at his side. "Hey, man. You want to hang out tomorrow?" He asked, standing halfway between the door and me. "Sure. What's up?" I asked trying to sound calm. "Just thought I'd come home at lunch and we could shoot the shit. You know, have a drink between men and just relax for a change." And, with that, he turned and headed away down the hallway. His feet clomped on the floor as he strode away. I breathed a sigh of relief, happy that we had avoided that awkward conversation for the moment. The following day, I took my usual mid-day break from studying and hopped in the shower in the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom. After I had toweled off and headed into my room to throw on some clothes suitable for lounging around the house, I found my dad waiting on my bed with two bottles of beer in hand. Instead of his usual dress clothes, he was dressed down in a pair of basketball shorts and a grey t-shirt with a University of Florida logo on it. "It's five o'clock somewhere, right?" He joked and then stretched his arm to hand me one of the bottles. It wasn't unusual for my dad to slip me a drink. I think the only reason he didn't let me drink in the open in early years was because he didn't want my sister to see it when she was in high school. It was just strange to see him day drinking, let alone join in it. Even to my inexperienced tongue, the beer was cheap but it was cold and I could tell he was making an effort, so I tossed back a long swig and held the bottle up in a little toast. Since we had only started practicing an ounce of modesty in the few years since Maggie moved in with my dad, I went ahead and threw my towel on the bed and opened the drawer in the chest next to my bed where I kept my underwear. "Hang that thing up," my dad corrected without looking up from the sports magazine he had found laying around my room. I ducked back into the bathroom and pulled the towel over a rack. When I returned to my room, my dad was staring up at me, almost like he was checking me out. He was staring at the floor when I entered but, then, his eyes climbed up over my long leg and past the long limp cock swaying between them. His eyes scanned over my abs, which are pretty fit thanks to spending my teenage years on a soccer field, and then over my broad chest. Like my dad, I'm built from lean muscle with long limbs. Unlike him, I don't have a thin coat of dark curly hair covering my chest and stomach. At the time, I thought maybe it was just weird to see me naked since I must have looked like him at a younger age. After a moment, he finally spoke. "Listen, sport, I brought home some sandwiches so just meet me in the kitchen when you're dressed, ok?" And, then, he just stood up and walked away like it was nothing. With a pair of soccer shorts and an old Nintendo t-shirt on, I headed downstairs to the kitchen where my dad had poured a couple shots on the counter to accompany our subs. We tossed the liquor back and the tequila immediately burned down my throat. My dad tossed a lime slice to me and I gave it a hard suck until the juices drowned out the flavor of the tequila. "So, I'm guessing with that frame, you're probably keeping the family tradition alive around campus?" My dad said with a sly smile between bites. It felt weird to to hear a compliment about my body from my dad but I appreciated the attention and the approval. "I'm not really into dating, you know, with how busy I am. But it's not like I'm some nerdy virgin, you know," I said, trying not to overstate my conquests. "But you still found time to dig into my porn stash," he finally blurted out. Shredded lettuce fell from my lips as they froze in mid-bite. From his tone, it sounded like he was begging to talk about the subject. "Yeah, alright... guilty as charged." My dad poured another round of tequila shots and we both knocked them back. I could really feel a warm buzz throughout my face and chest at that point. I thought he was just trying to loosen me up so I'd talk but I had no idea there were ulterior motives, yet. "You into older women?" My dad asked with a puzzled look on his face. "Maybe. It's just that what's on the videos is so different from what you can pull up on the internet," I explained. "Plus, in those older movies, they actually let you see women naked, you know... don't rush the action." "Trust me, I get it. It's just funny that we're into the same stuff." "Same stuff?" My heart pounded as I tried to play coy. "Like, I'm guessing you're into Maggie?" The question was so straight forward, I didn't know where to start. "I guess... you did well? I guess..." My voice croaked from embarrassment at the end so I reached for a fresh beer from the pack on the counter and cracked it open. "We used to be a lot more open around the house," my dad said, with a far away look. "You know I don't think Maggie would mind if we went back to some of our old habits." "What do you mean?" "Take right now, for example. You know, Maggie has to wait for you to go to the library or lock yourself in your room watching porn just so she can sunbathe in the nude? I told her, just do what you want, Maggie. Nobody is going to complain. I mean... come with me, Boone." I stood frozen in the kitchen, head spinning while my dad tried to get a hold of my arm and drag me into the next room. I couldn't believe that, all this time, I was watching porn videos while my voluptuous step-mom lie naked in our backyard. My dad finally got a hold of my wrist and pulled me into the living room, which had a big bay window that looked out into the back deck. There was a hot tub back there with a big privacy fence built around it so the neighbors couldn't see what was in the hot tub. From our vantage point, though, we could see everything. Maggie was laying in a reclined chair at an angle that let my eyes gaze down her thick breasts that were sagging just to the sides of her bony sternum. My eyes continued down into the bushy patch of blonde hair between her thighs. I tried not to get hard in front of my dad while I stared up and down my step- mother's inviting pose. Her golden hair hair fell gently behind her head and her long legs were shimmering thanks to the lotion on her skin. "I think we could all use a little hot tub time, don't you, son?" My dad asked as he pulled off his shirt. Beneath the shirt was that notoriously dark hairy chest and stomach but he was surprisingly fit. His dad-bod was meaty but not blubbery and he only had a hint of a spare tire on his hips. He dropped the shorts to the floor next, revealing he hadn't been wearing underwear. A bulbous circumcised tip like mine capped off the meaty cock between his thighs and it looked like it was more than a handful. Maybe it was just the instinctual anticipation porn had taught me or the binge drinking but I had to admit I was getting a little turned on staring at my dad's dick. "Hurry up, Boone, she's waiting," my dad urged. My brain did a backflip in the sea of alcohol it was swimming in. All I knew was my cock yearned to be freed and I liked taking orders. I pulled my shorts and the briefs beneath them to the floor and then threw off my shirt while my dad opened the sliding glass door to the deck. As we stepped out to the wooden deck, Maggie turned her head back to us and opened her eyes. "I wondered how long you'd take," she told my father as he leaned over and pecked her on the lips. "Maggie, I think Boone wants to take a dip. Care to join us?" He asked seductively. My heart was racing. There was no way this was actually happening to me. My cock would have been standing straight up except all of the blood in my body felt trapped in my neck. My dad took Maggie's hand and they started toward the bubbling hot tub. I followed, watching her jiggly ass shake and sway while she followed my father. The little dimples in her ass bunched up and then stretched away just as quickly as her naked visage strutted away for my viewing pleasure. We all climbed into the tub: dad and I sat on the upper ledge on one side with our matching cocks dangling down toward the bubbling water while Maggie sunk down into the other end. She leaned back, letting her breasts float to the surface while her hair spread behind her head over the edge. "You see, Boone, you can chase all the virgin college tail you want but finding someone who excites you is where the real fun is. Take Maggie, here: what we really like is finding ways to fulfill each other's fantasies." While my father spoke, Maggie flashed a charming smile and then glanced down at her floating breasts as if to give me permission to oggle those magnificently buoyant floaters. When she sat up, her breasts lifted from the water like two tear drop shaped buoys. The round bottoms of her breasts remained perched on the surface while the water danced and teased around them. She watched him attentively while while I looked up and down her voluptuous curves. "Do you think you could help make a fantasy come true for Maggie?" He asked while her smile grew larger. "Whatever you'd like," I responded. "I want to watch your father suck your cock," she said sweetly. "What do you think of that?" My father asked. I couldn't help what came next. It was as though I was hypnotized by Maggie's curves and all I could think about was doing whatever she wished. "I could get my head around it. No pun intended..." And, before I knew it, my father was leaning into my lap, his lips clasped around my sensitive shaft and Maggie was threading her thin fingers between her spread lower lips a few feet away. The entire situation felt so wrong that my cock grew even harder than I thought was possible. At times, the lips sucking on the circumsized tip of my cock were almost too much to bear but I hung in there thinking only of how much it turned me on to be part of Maggie's fantasy.. After a couple minutes feeling that tight suction on my cock, I felt a tap on my side and noticed a hand beckoning me to spin around. I rotated my legs out of the jacuzzi and did what seemed natural: I lay back onto the pool deck and my father followed my movements. Soon, his thick and experienced dad-bod was hovering over me while his thick arms and hands explored my younger, leaner frame. That wasn't the only shift in the action, though. Maggie slipped through the bubbling water and emerged like a nude siren. Water streamed down her large tits and off her curvy hips. She lowered herself onto her side on the deck next to my shoulders. With her legs splayed open, I was getting a close-up of the thick pink lips that were covered only by a soft patch of light blonde hair. Her fingers slipped back down between her thighs and went back to pleasuring her dripping wet folds. "Yeah, Danny, suck him so hard he fucking erupts," Maggie instructed. I felt my father's muscular hands kneading at my bare thighs as his mouth engulfed my cock. One hand pressed my legs upward until my feet were flat on the deck and my knees were bent and then the other slipped underneath my scrotum to tease the sensitive ring around my anus. "Oh fuck, I hope this is as much fun for you as it is for me," I told Maggie. "My boy, you have no idea," she moaned through her panting breaths. I turned my attention back to my dad to see his eyes were closed and his full focus was on swallowing as much of my young cock as he could stuff into his mouth with each thrust. I crossed my arms behind my head to make it easier to watch him in action. He clearly knew what he was doing as the tip of my cock slipped into the back of his throat over and over again, sending chills up through my lower abs. "I bet Boone would really like to watch you cum," My dad finally told Maggie after spending a good couple minutes choking down my veiny cock. "You're such perverts," Maggie laughed. Then, just when I thought I was going to need a break if we were going to continue, Maggie's fingers went into overdrive flicking the little bud between her wide-spread pussy lips. She flipped her hips up toward the sky and bucked her pelvis like an invisible cock was fucking her inverted body. She moaned and shrieked as her knees fell open and her thick ass dropped back to the deck. A mix of the fluids streaming from widespread folds and the remaining water from the hot tub scattered across her inner thighs. When Maggie finally caught her breath, she turned to me with a sublime smile. "Thank you for this, Boone." She rolled over until her massive breasts were resting on my chest. I could feel her erect nipples work their way up my bare chest until her lips found my lips. "Oh God!" I moaned, pulling away from her wet lips after a moment. My body was quivering and I knew what was about to happen. "I'm going to cum," I whimpered.. For a moment, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to finish. So many strange emotions filled my mind and body. Maggie rolled back to her side but kept her melanous left breast pressed into my cheek and wrapped her arm around my head. "Don't be afraid, honey," She gently wrapped my head in her arm and her left hand circled around to caress my left cheek. "Just let it fly, honey, just let it fly." That was my dad's cue to pull his lips off my cock and he started stroking me with his meaty hand. All I could see as I looked down was Maggie's thick breasts pressing into my chest and her cute round face staring back at me. What I felt was an explosion of emotions as my cock began to spray my jiz up and onto Maggie's soft back. I couldn't control the grunts coming from my chest and Maggie patted me on my firm pecs when I finally felt the last of the slippery semen rolling down the head of my cock. Maggie smiled sweetly at me but, when she sat up to look back at my father I was suddenly full of different emotions - confusion, shame, and fear - so I quickly rolled to my feet and hurried for my bedroom. Once inside, I shut the door, wiped my cock clean with some tissues I kept near my computer, and then dropped to my messy bed and passed out. *** "Boone... Boone, are you alright?" The feminine voice was coming from my open doorway. I could hear the sound of a body gently crossing my floorboards and pressed my chest up to find Maggie approaching my bed with a clear glass of water in her hand. She offered me the glass and I took a sip of the cold lifegiving fluid inside. Day drinking had sapped most of my energy but I felt it returning when I noticed Maggie was wearing only a sheer slip that hung from the slopes of her big breasts. She sat, causing the bed to dip a little, and then twisted her body so her chest hung over my head. I rolled to my back, letting those full tits hang just inches above my head as she spoke to me. "That was really exciting for me... earlier. Thank you for being so brave," She sweetly stated, brushing a hand against my cheek. "It was... interesting. I guess I got to get off, right? That's something?" "Yeah. Listen, your dad is asleep but I think he would be ok if I gave you a bit of a reward... you know for helping me out with my fantasy?" "Wha... What?" I remember swallowing harder than I had ever swallowed in my life. My heart was surely going to erupt out through my throat at any moment. "Just relax, my sweet brave step-son," she whispered in my ear. Her hands were reaching to the thin straps on her nightgown and lowering them down to the crooks in her elbows. Her thick breasts fell forward onto my lips and, before I knew what was happening, I was sucking on a tight erect nipple and licking my tongue all over her bumpy areola. Little sighs and whimpers invited more interaction and my hands were soon reaching up to pull her breasts together to share the length of my tongue. After I teased Maggie's nipples for a couple delightful minutes, she turned and sank into me. I could feel those voluptuous breasts pressing into my ribs as she began to run her hands up and down my sensitive thighs. The short hairs on the insides of my legs picked up every gentle caress. The sensation brought my cock to full attention and her body pressing into mine caused a whole new sensation of endorphins in my body. I felt a deep sense of affection and appreciation for this woman and wondered if it was similar to what she felt earlier. Her lips were now descending on the tip of my hulking erection and I was enjoying my sideview of Maggie's half-nude curvy figure as it pressed into my abdomen. I couldn't keep my hands still so I pulled up on the frilly bottom hem of her nightie until it was just one thin strip of fabric running sideways across her back. Now, I could see all of her plump round bottom as her lower body undulated on the edge of my bed. I could watch her shoulder blades flexing and releasing as her arms continued to caress my inner thighs and her hands moved along the fleshy ridges at the base of my scrotum. Suddenly, my cock was no longer being engulfed by Maggie's loving lips. She pivoted again, this time spinning her hips to bring her eager sex on top of mine. I could feel how slick her wet lower lips were as they used my thick cock to press their folds open. "I want you, Boone. Don't you want to stuff your cock up inside my pussy?" The woman had a way with dirty words and I nearly finished without ever penetrating her juicy warm opening. I quickly grabbed the head of my cock until I felt the moment passed, though. "That sounds wonderful," was all I could reply. Then, she reached behind that heavenly cushion of an ass and took my cock in one hand while she impaled her own welcoming opening. A moan echoed off my ceiling as she reared backward. Her knees squeezed my waist and her hands squeezed my puffy pecs as her pelvis grinded slowly back and forth on top of me. I could feel the blissful pressure of her pelvic bone squeezing my cock each time it thrust deep inside her body. And then I was nearly smothered by those life-giving breasts as she fell down into me. I found my face smashed between those two massive pillows but my hands reached down to grasp two handfuls of her jiggly butt cheeks. I raised my hips to give my cock better access to the gap between her thighs and I pumped with all the youthful energy I could muster. She must have appreciated my enthusiasm because her moaning turned to wailing and then she was nearly sobbing from ecstacy. "Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" She exclaimed in a whisper. It was the only auditory sound she could make. I felt her knees twist and her fingers dance between our legs as they helped encourage the orgasm to overtake her body but my cock pounded onward and I could hear my pelvis smacking against her cushiony backside. After her orgasm seemed to subside, I slung my body around hers until I found myself behind her and on my knees. My cock was quickly re-inserted into her slippery wet opening and I grabbed the thin slip of fabric still bunched up around her waist to use as my reigns as I began to ride my step-mother from behind. "Oh, god, Boone... I can feel you in my stomach!" She wailed as I popped my pelvis against her thick ass over and over again. I couldn't believe I could get this deep inside a woman. It was unreal how tightly she could squeeze my cock using those thighs and I felt like my toes were going to curl up over themselves because my feet were clenched so tight. The wailing and moaning continued until I couldn't hold back any longer. "Maggie, I can't hold out any longer..." I whispered in her ear. She hardly missed a beat. "Just cum inside me, Boone. Paint me inside with that big young cock!" And so I did what my step-mother commanded and let out all of the anxiety from the day's earlier events and all of my pent up lust for her in one earth shattering orgasm. My thighs spasmed and my mouth locked open. I felt my shaft pump and pump and pump. When we finally finished, she gave me a love tap on the outside of my thigh, a signal to pull the rest of the way out. I collapsed backward with my knees bent underneath me. I could feel some of our slimey post-coital fluids streaming down my shaft but I was too exhausted to do anything about it. Maggie let her nightgown fall back into place and then pulled the top back up over her heaving breasts before dancing off to the little bathroom connected to my room. A few moments passed and she re-appeared in my room, settling herself on the edge of my bed. "What does this all mean?" I asked. "Well, I think you'll find that, when your father owes a favor, he is eager to repay it. He hates being in someone else's debt," Maggie explained, cryptically. I soon found out her meaning, however. I stopped closing my door when I masturbated, finding it was easier to just let Maggie or my dad decide whether or not it was a good time for them to enter. And enter they did. Sometimes, it was just my dad and me, watching his porn collection while we each masturbated. Other times, Maggie brought him to me, like a plaything, and taught me how to properly give a blowjob as we shared turns on his meaty cock. On another occasion, Maggie pretended to catch us in the act and forced us to pleasure her as our punishment. It was a summer of love and exploration and I'll never forget the bond it formed between the three of us.
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When the phone rang, I immediately jumped up to answer. I knew my daughter was out, and as all parents do, I was worried. Abby was a very responsible girl, but you know how teens are. She had just turned 18 and was out celebrating with a few friends. "Hey, Dad, would you come and pick Chelsea and me up? We've had a little too much to drink, and, well you know what you told me..." Of course, I recalled our conversation. I'd told her months before that I would rather her call home than drive under the influence. I had promised not to be angry or to lecture. Well, now was the time to prove I wasn't bullshitting. "No problem sweetie, I'll be over in a few minutes. Don't go anywhere, OK?" "OK, Dad" said Abby. Over the phone I also heard Chelsea call, "Yeah, thanks, Daddy!" Chelsea was a very close friend of my daughter's and she called me "Daddy" sometimes as a goof. "Don't tell my folks, OK?" "I suppose that would be a conversation that should be between you and your parents, Chell." On the way home they both said very little. I remained true to my promise and did not lecture. Instead I thanked then both for calling me. They sat in the back seat and cuddled up together. They've been friends since they were kids, but it took me a bit by surprise when I saw how close they seemed to be. They had too much alcohol, and were a lot more intimate than I would have imagined. I wasn't really concerned. I had heard rumors that Chelsea was into girls, but I attributed it to her boyish manner. I knew Abby liked boys. She had many boyfriends in the past and if she and Chelsea actually did sometimes play around with each other, well so what? Still, their touchy-feely way of riding home did strike me as intriguing. Chelsea had her hand on Abby's leg and Abby was nuzzling her face into Chelsea's neck. Just a little more intimate than girlfriends, I suspected. Of course, my mind began to turn this probable innocent behavior into a fantasy. Imagine if I could watch my own daughter with her friend. Naked. Having sex. Oh, god, what a sicko I am. It was a guilty pleasure that I kept in my mind. Hey, it's just a crazy fantasy, right? I would imagine Chelsea, with her tiny A cup titties on her small boyish frame lying naked by Abby's long and leggy body with her and fuller breasts. In my fantasies they licked each others pussies and made each other cum again and again. I was dreaming about my own daughter having lesbian sex with her best friend. I must truly be a pervert. I used this image many times to pleasure myself, but I always felt guilty about it afterwards. When Chelsea stayed over, I would think that maybe they were in bed together right then, totally pleasing each other. I could hear them giggle, and in my mind, they were naked, intertwined and wet, between each other's legs. I had all I could do to stop myself from peeking in on them. When the girls enrolled in different colleges, they saw each other less and less. I knew Abby would sometimes go to visit Chelsea's campus and Chelsea would also visit Abby's. I thought about them together less and less. That is until I happened to see Chelsea once again... Oddly enough, I recognized her face only after I saw her naked. I had gone to a strip club, and who of all people came out on stage - Chelsea! I really didn't recognize her right away, because she had on much more make-up that I'd ever seem her before. To tell you the truth, I wasn't looking so much at the dancer's face, anyway. She had short brown hair, with a few reddish- punky looking streaks. Her little body was well toned and sexy. She had small perky titties with tight hard nipples and a voluptuous bottom. She was down to nothing more than a G string before she noticed me. She walked over to where I was sitting and just as bold as could be she bent over, pushed her little titties in my face and said, "Hi, Daddy." I was totally floored. "Oh, my God, it's Chelsea," I thought. My face must have turned sheet white. All I could think of to say was "Don't tell Abby you saw me here!" She laughed and said, "I suppose that would be a conversation that should be between you and your daughter." We talked for a while she was onstage, and came back over when her set was over. She told me she was making some money while at college and asked me not to tell her folks about her job. "Stay around for my next set," she said. She went into the back room and I didn't see her for about a half hour. When she came out to dance again I was better prepared than before. I felt so excited to see my daughter's friend dance on stage. She kept an eye on me as she danced and took off more and more. She came over to my seat and squat down right in front of me. "I guess you'd like to see my pussy. Right, Daddy?" With that comment, she pulled off her last remaining cover and slowly ran her finger over her pussy lips. "Do you think you'd like a lap dance, Daddy?" This was of course a no-brainer. All of the blood was nowhere near my brain anyway. I followed her to the lap dance area and enjoyed a very sexy dance from a very naked Chelsea. She let my touch her breasts and even lick her nipples. I moved my hand between her legs and felt the warm, moist skin of her pussy lips. "Behave," she said. "This isn't the private area, you know." I had gotten many lap dances, but had never been to the private area. The cost of a lap dance was $20; the private area was $150. I never was really tempted before to go into a private room. How often does something like this happen? "If you're interested, you could take me there." she said. "You'd take me to the private area?" I asked. "Don't be silly," she said. "Of course. We'll have fun. And of course, no one else has to know, right?" In the private area, I sat down in a big pillowy chair. Chelsea stood in front of me and took off every thing she had on. She had the cutest little breasts, cupcakes, I'd say. Her nipples were still long and hard. Her shaved pussy lips were cute and pouty. There was a bit of labia visible just below her cleft. As she sat on my lap I admitted that I have always thought about her naked before. I told her that she looked better than I had imagined. As she rubbed her pussy against me, I admitted that I thought about her and Abby together. That made her laugh. "Yeah," she said, "your daughter certainly is a hottie. She and I had some crazy times together." I wanted to come out and ask her if she and Abby ever had sex together but decided that was not a good idea. I was worried it might spoil the moment we were sharing. As it turned out, I shouldn't have worried. "Your daughter has just about the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted," she blurted out. My cock must have gotten a lot harder at that, because Chelsea suddenly looked down at my lap in surprise. "My," she said, "that really brought someone to life!" She unzipped my pants and put her hand inside and grabbed my cock! She squeezed and I gasped. "Thinking about licking your daughter's pussy is making me very hot," she said as she took my cock out of my pants. "Quick, no one will see, put it in me," she said. There was no need to ask me twice. As I entered her, I could only think about all my fantasies starring Chelsea and Abby. She felt tight and wonderful. "I can't believe I'm fucking Abby's Dad," she whispered in my ear. "I can't wait to tell her!" I didn't have a chance to respond to that comment because I was about to cum. "Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me," she whispered in my ear. "Cum deep inside my cunt!" I did as I was told. Then I kissed her and thanked her. I asked her to please not mention anything about today to Abby. She told me that I should not worry about it at all, and I assumed that meant she would keep the secret. I told her that I would love to do this again sometime, and she told me when she would be working. I knew this wasn't the end of it. I saw Chelsea at the strip club several more times after that. It was difficult to stay away. Sometimes I'd get a lap dance; sometimes we'd go back to the private area. On one or two occasions more she let me cum in her pussy. She always enjoyed teasing me with stories about her adventures with my daughter. I discovered that Abby and Chelsea had entertained everyone that night at the party when I picked them up long ago. She told me how the guys at the party had jerked off on both of them while they licked each other's pussies. She told me about the times they shared their boyfriends with each other. She told me about how they shared their boyfriend's cum while deep kissing each other. She told me about sleepovers they had with other members of the girls' high school track team. I couldn't believe my daughter was such a slut, but in a way, I was very proud of her. Still, I was happy that Chelsea didn't seem to have said anything to Abby about our secret. She told me that Abby knew about her part time job as a nude dancer. Abby certainly didn't need to know that Chelsea had danced for, and even fucked her own father! One evening as we and I were finishing an especially hot lap dance, Chelsea mentioned that the club was going to sponsor a special private party in a few weeks. Each of the dancers was inviting some of their regular customers to this event. She told me that I was invited and should definitely come. She told me that things might pretty wild, promising that it would be well worth the $500 admission. Damn, that's a lot of money! But Chelsea promised that it would absolutely be worth any amount of money, so I agreed. On the night of the event I was extremely excited, though I really didn't know what to expect. I arrived at the club around midnight and suddenly realized that this night was going to be very different from a normal club night. There were fewer men than usual and all of the dancers were milling around totally naked, serving drinks and acting very flirtatious. Several of the men had their cocks out of their pants and were enjoying being serviced by some young lady's hand. I looked around and noticed that a gentleman was standing in a corner while a lovely long haired girl was kneeling in front of him sucking his cock. Chelsea quickly came over to me and herded me to a dark corner. She said she needed to talk with me. She explained that there were some girls that only worked when they had these special parties. These girls didn't want to strip on a regular basis, but were eager to attend these parties a few times a year where they could make some really nice cash. This all sounded interesting, but I wondered why she needed to tell me so privately. "Well, you see, Daddy, Abby is working this party tonight, too." My jaw dropped. Just as she said this, I looked around, and across the room I saw a very naked woman who resembled my daughter. She had her hand in the lap of a guy about twice her age. His cock was long and hard, and she was massaging it with her hand. It certainly was my daughter, and the sight made me weak in the knees. "That's Abby!" Chelsea said. "She wastes no time. Gotta love her." Chelsea explained that my daughter Abby sometimes worked at these parties to earn some extra spending cash. She said that she didn't tell me ahead of time because she thought I wouldn't have come. Well, she might have been right, I'll never know. But there I sat, next to a very naked Chelsea, watching my own daughter give a hand job to a total stranger. Chelsea took the opportunity to take grab hold of my cock and take it out of my pants. I don't think Abby knew I was there, because Chelsea said that we should just watch for a little while. As I watched from across the room I saw my daughter take some bills from the gentleman, get on her knees and take his cock into her mouth. She was amazing. She took the entire shaft until her lips were against his body. She bobbed up and down on his cock with amazing grace. She pulled her blonde hair back so anyone could watch the blowjob better, just like a porn star. Chelsea began sucking on my cock while I watched. As I was getting on of the greatest blowjobs in my life, I was treated to the sight of my daughter giving a blowjob to a total stranger. Several guys gathered around to watch Abby and the man. Chelsea stopped giving me head and said, "Let's go over there. You'll want to watch this." As we walked over to Abby and the man, we saw another guy come up behind my daughter and take his cock out. Abby must have expected this because she and lifted her ass high so that he could enter her while she continued to suck the first man. "I told you she was a slut." Chelsea said. "Watch her take 2 cocks in her at the same time." I did watch and I couldn't believe how hot it was. I stroked my cock in one hand and played with Chelsea's pussy with the other. As soon as the man fucking Abby from behind came he pulled out and was replaced by another guy. As I watched from the back of what was now a small crowd, I continued to jerk myself off. Chelsea left my side and sat down in a chair right beside the man receiving a blow job from my daughter. She spread her legs apart, took the man's hand and placed it on her pussy, all the time looking directly at me. The guy couldn't take any more and he came. Cum shot into my daughter's face and hair. Cum sprayed on the chair and on even some on Chelsea's leg. Abby noticed all the cum on Chelsea's leg and moved to her chair to clean it up. From there she continued up Chelsea's leg to her wet pussy. And she dove right in! From the back of the crowd, I was actually watching my daughter licking Chelsea's hot wet pussy. A new partner began fucking Abby from behind and the sight made me wild. I made my way to the front of the group and stood right behind my slutty offspring. I saw up close as his cock entered and withdrew from her cunt. Chelsea was watching me and she knew how hot it was making me. She looked directly at me as she told my daughter to stick her tongue deep in her cunt. A assumed that Abby didn't know I was at the party, so couldn't be aware that I was watching. As soon as the last doggy fucker shot his load all over Abby's back and ass I knew that his cock was soon going to be replaced by yet another hard dick. As I watched, Chelsea was about to cum under the talented tongue of my very own Abby. Then, I noticed that Chelsea was telling me to go for it. She nodded her head at me as if to say, "If you don't do it, someone else will." I can't believe that I was sick enough to do it. My cock was raging hard, and all I could think of was, "Fuck her, damn it, fuck her!" And I did! I spread her ass cheeks apart and slid my hard cock right into Abby's beautiful pussy. My own little girl. I was actually fucking my own daughter while she sucked on her friend's pussy. Men and women all watched as Chelsea shouted, "Fuck her, Daddy! Fuck her good." I knew I would be shooting off in just a few seconds when I heard my daughter respond, "Chelsea's right, Daddy. Fuck me. Fuck my cunt. Then fuck my ass. I knew you'd do it. Chelsea said you would. Cum all over me, Daddy, you fucking pervert!" Suddenly I realized that this wasn't going to be the last time the three of us would fuck. I truly am a fucking pervert. I have read many stories on here named **[Literotica 750 Word Project 2021](https://www.literotica.com/s/the-750-word-project-2021)**. I read a few and some were interesting. So hard to say something with so few words. Anyway, I decided to give it a go, here is my meagre attempt. (750 words) * As my cock slipped into Diamonds pussy and she cooed softly, her gorgeous sexy legs, her fleshy thighs caressing me, her ankles on my shoulders smooth, soft sexy. God what a woman, so fucking sexy, her wet swollen pussy swallowing my cock, damn it felt so good. In and out I plunged, ploughing her hard, my balls slapping wetly, bouncing on her arse my hard cock pounding into her. Staring down into her beatific face, her gorgeous sexy mouth and those eyes, god so deep. On and on I went faster and faster with her screeching cries of encouragement driving me on, it was a short race to orgasm, her pussy holding and clenching tightly, sucking my wet glistening cock ever deeper into her engorged haven, cum spurting into the latex sheath deep inside her writhing molten hot pussy. Afterwards bathed in cold sticky sweat, the cool flow from the overhead aircon wafting icily across us, I slipped my arm around her neck and pulled her into a deep sensuous kiss. She smiled, "I am so glad we could finish on such a wonderful note." Shocked I winced, "Finish... what do you mean?" "Sorry Dilbert, I think it's best we say goodbye. My new girlfriend wouldn't like it if we were to continue." "Girlfriend!" I spluttered. She giggled, "Sorry my sweet, but we are finished." So cold, still if that was goodbye it was a hell of a way to end it. Walking back to the office, I wondered, 'what happened,' things had been going so well. Oh well, probably best before my wife Tiffany found out. Pulling into the driveway I noticed Tiff's car was loaded to the gunnels with boxes and stuff. When I walked inside I was shocked, all of the artwork, all of her personal decorations and ornaments were gone, the house looked bare. I found her in the kitchen packing the coffee maker into a box. "What the hell are you doing?" I asked brusquely. She smiled, her face a thinly veiled mask, "Packing." "Why?" "I suppose we should talk, but I thought you would be clever enough to figure it out. I am leaving, I will be filing for divorce within the week." "But...but...why?" "Oh, don't be silly, you can't have expected to carry on an affair right under my nose and think I wouldn't find out, could you?" Come along darling." She snorted, you're an intelligent man." Contrite I mumbled, "I'm sorry honey, look can't we talk about it, I know I did the wrong thing, but please let's talk about it, don't act out of anger." She sniggered, "There will be no talking, there will be no counselling. You have been carrying on that affair for month's did you think I couldn't tell? That I couldn't smell her, taste her... You are smarter than that Dilly." "I'm sorry Tiff, please, let's talk, be reasonable, let me explain." "Explain... You fuck that young girl, and let's be honest, she is only twenty- five, Jesus Dilly, she is younger than your daughter." "I'm sorry honey, please, don't leave." I tried to reach for her, but she bent and lifted the box carrying the coffee maker out to her car, the Mercedes I had brought for her glistening in the late afternoon sun. She walked back inside to pick up another box filled with cutlery. I ran in after her, "For gods sake Tiff, talk to me, give me a chance." You want a chance, OK then, tell me why?" "I don't know honey, I didn't plan it, Jesus I'm sorry, I know it was stupid, but god cut me some slack." She grinned, I gave you a chance, and that's all you can say?" She finished packing and walked to the door, "I wish you had been stronger Dilly, I gave you my life and you through it away, and for what, A tighter pussy... better blowjobs, what, just tell me." "I can't, where are you going?" She smiled, "Let us just say I am going to feed at the same trough my love, I will taste what you tasted." Confused I spluttered, "What do you mean feed at the same trough?" She ran her fingers slowly down the side of my face, "Dilly my love, I am going to live with my lover Diamond, you showed me the way, and I like the way she tastes, pussy is so much nicer than cock." "You like the way she tastes!" I screamed. "What the fuck." I lay here in bed, my eyes closed, but I can still see you. My mind is filled with thoughts of you. However tonight laying here its not thoughts of going to the bar or watching movies. It's not even the thought of lying next to you, cuddling like I need. Tonight I'm thinking of sex, but not just sex, tonight I'm thinking of crazy monkey sex. Here and there, in this position and that position, I think of us; us having loud, hot, and sweaty crazy monkey sex. As the thought of all this sex puts a smile on my face, I feel my hand softly touching against my skin; slowly moving down my chest from breast to breast. My nipples hard thinking of you while I tweak at them, and then I give a little moaning giggle at the thought of more sex with you comes to my mind. Giving my breasts the attention they need and want. My hands sliding down my stomach; as I picture us in living room on the couch; I'm riding on top of you, looking in your eyes, watching the sweat bead down your face. Feeling you inside of me as I rock harder and faster on you; causing me to caress my breasts now just as I imagine you doing it, the thoughts of you sending the warmth through my body. My breasts dangling in your face as we pace ourselves for more and more sex, you pick me up and carry me in your arms. My legs wrapped around you as you set me on the kitchen table. I pull you in close to me, still kissing you. My hand now brushing up against my little mound of hair, I tease around it. Rubbing over my lips, needing more, I spread them open and slide a finger front to back, as I picture more of you. You spread my legs wide and rock into me. You hard cock now angled right into my little pink pussy. I slide my hand down and glide you into me again, leaving it to glide you in and out of my wetness over and over again. I watch you slide in and out of me, and this causes me to sink 2 fingers deep in me moaning for more. I slide my fingers back up to my hard clit and circle around, picturing you pushing me further onto the table, getting on top of me now. Raising my legs above your shoulders and spreading them wide. My back arched, screaming your name, wanting more and more, I circle faster. I slide back down to my wetness; sliding my fingers back in and out for more and more. I watch your face now, your arms extended with my legs, our hips moving in circles slamming into each other. Just when I think I can't take any more from you, you slide out of me and come down towards me to dig your face deep in me. I see your tongue now deep in my hole tasting the wetness, and my hands are pushing your head deeper in me. Your hands pulling my lips wide apart as I finger my clit with your tongue deep in me. Sliding back and forth from the rim of my ass to my hole sending shivers through my whole body. Back in my bed the thought of you teasing at my rim sends me into a small orgasm as I ride it out still wanting more from you, I circle harder and faster the wetness seeping down my lips. My body full of sweat I can't lay still. You roll me off the table, following close behind me; telling me to go to the bedroom. I get in the room and before I can get on the bed you push me face first on the bed. I feel your face close to my ass, and your hot breathing close to me. You lick me again from behind back to front. Your body slides up my back, and I feel your hard cock close to my rim. And with one push and a loud scream you enter inside of me. I watch me screaming into the bed of pleasure and pain as you slide in and out of me telling me how good it feels. Now circling my clit while my other hand teases in and out of my wetness, harder and faster I feel you all over my body. My eyes closed I hear you telling me how good it feels. I talk back telling you I'm close, I hear you tell me to cum. And I as you tell me I do. I circle harder and faster as I watch you finally come to rest beside me on the bed. Laying her next to me out of breath and covered in sweat. I lay here with my eyes closed and listen to my own heavy breathing and feel the beads of sweat roll down my body. Next time we have crazy monkey sex together. It should be a special day today. The flying weather forecast in GAFOR was completely Charlie, clear sky as far as the eye can see. In the charter calendar a passenger flight was registered for 1400 local time. Passenger Karin S. with the Yankee Zulu for a sightseeing flight, one hour long. Meeting point at the restaurant of the airfield. I drive to the hangar, today in the great weather with open canopy, do the preflight check, fill up 40 liters of AVGAS 100 LL and then taxi the plane on the yellow line to the restaurant of the airfield. I hopefully should hit the mark for the parking position exactly with the nose wheel, considering the numerous interested spectators at the fence. A young woman with a rather inconspicuous piece of paper in her hand catches my eye immediately. That could be her, with the voucher for the flight. I switch off the engine, get out of the aircraft and walk straight towards her. "Karin, for the sightseeing flight?" I ask her directly and she nods happily. "Hello, I'm Pit, your pilot for your sightseeing flight today." Wow, I think to myself, that's a lucky shot! Great figure, pretty deep sexy cleavage with an appreciated Cup C, blonde long hair and blue eyes. Apart from that nothing exaggerated, no color explosions in the face, no clumsy styled fingernails and also quite decent but still exciting lipstick. Actually one hundred percent fitting into my booty scheme. I immediately reject this thought; the woman wants to fly with me and nothing else. "Shall we go to the plane?" I ask her and open the door to the apron at the fence. Somehow I have the feeling that she totally enjoys being allowed to enter the terrain that is normally reserved for pilots. When she arrives at the aircraft, I explain the function of the most important components of the aircraft to her during a walk around the aircraft and then help her get into the cockpit. Unfortunately, putting on the harness belts did not work out at first go. The central lock just wouldn't lock. "Could you give me a hand with this," she asked, tilting her head slightly to my side with a smile. Now I had a problem. The buckles that extend the vertical straps were right on her breasts. Was I allowed to just reach there? No, that was not at all appropriate! My doubts suddenly disappeared: "You may touch my breasts, I don't mind, my gynecologist will do the same when he palpates them. Well, that was already an announcement! Carefully I pushed one hand under the buckle, lifted it with the other and extended the strap a good bit. Inevitably I felt the soft feel of her luxuriant bust and the contours of her somewhat stiffened nipples. No, it's not really cold today, then it's probably more the excitement, perhaps also the excitement in anticipation of what was to come. Crew ok, check completed, engine running, we can call the tower. "Bergfeld Info, Delta Echo X-ray Yankee Zulu", I call. "Delta Yankee Zulu, Bergfeld Info," the air traffic controller calls back. "Delta Yankee Zulu, a Highcraft 800 with two people, VFR local southbound, requesting departure information," I reply. "Delta Yankee Zulu, runway zero niner, QNH one zero one eight," it comes back. I confirm, release the brake, push in some throttle and we roll off towards the holding point of runway 09. The way there is a bit of a drag because we have to go to the west end of the airfield. Pilots almost always wear sunglasses because it is usually quite bright up in the air, even when it is cloudy. This makes it difficult to see what the pilot is looking at. I shamelessly take advantage of this circumstance to take a close look at her breasts unnoticed. They are simply fantastically beautiful! What I would give to be allowed to caress or kiss them gently! To gently circle her areolas and nipples with my tongue, to touch them with my lips and to suck on them discreetly; that's what I'd love to do now. The approaching markings of the holding point bring me back to reality. Set brake, engine to 2000 rpm, magnetic check for both rows of spark plugs. Everything ok, oil temperature fits in the meantime. I report ready for takeoff and roll onto the centerline. "Wind zero eight zero with niner knots", the tower reports and gives takeoff clearance. In the corner of my eye I cannot help but notice that she is breathing quite deeply, which is evident from the rhythmic raising and lowering of her breasts. But now let's go! Throttle full in, briefly check the take off power on the rev counter, rotate the machine at speed 70, take off at 90, hold the machine flat until 120 and then start climbing. Retract the flaps to zero when reaching the safety altitude and continue climbing at speed 140. After a short time, we have reached the altitude of the traffic pattern and turn into the right crosswind. Accelerate to 160 and reduce power. I sign off at the tower and we continue to climb flat to our altitude 2800 feet. Then reduce throttle to cruising performance, trim the elevator and level speed at 200. The tension has disappeared from her face and has given way to a broad, beaming smile. "I never thought it would be so beautiful up here," she confesses to me and apparently unintentionally touches my right hand, which is currently lying idly on my thigh. At the moment we have reached a relaxed phase; the machine is exactly on course, altitude and speed fit and we have very calm air. No annoying turbulences, thermal bubbles or other stuff. The highcraft is lying in the air like a board. Many interesting things pass us by. We fly over cities, a castle, industrial plants and some smaller lakes. Slowly we approach today's destination, the Obersee. In the distance, the outlines of the lake can already be seen. "Would you like to test how flying feels?" I ask her. "Are you serious about this now?" she replies and looks over at me almost a little afraid. "Sure," I say: "Just take the control stick lightly in your hand and feel how I move it when I control the machine. I immediately notice that she embraces the stick with enormous sensitivity and gently follows my movements. She has a real feeling for this. I wonder if she would take my stiff dick in her hand with the same feeling? Now there is actually no room for sexual fantasies, the pilot in Command should only concentrate on his core business, flying. In commercial flying, the pilot cannot do it with an attractive stewardess and in the meantime let the autopilot steer the aircraft. I fly some smooth turns and show her how to climb and descend. "Now it's your turn," I say with a serious, determined expression and release the control stick. "Don't look at the instruments at all, but rely more on your feeling whether the flight view fits. Keep the horizon horizontal, I'm already looking at speed and altitude so that everything is safe. She is very concentrated, but doesn't seem stressed at all. Does this new experience excite her somehow? Her clearly protruding nipples seem to confirm my suspicion. If my fingers could now glide gently over her mons pubis towards her pussy, I would have certainty. And whether she is shaved? Hollywood cut or landing strip, I would unfortunately never know! In the end, it was supposed to turn out completely different, but I didn't know that at that time. In the meantime we had reached the lake with its numerous islands and in the background the silhouette of the Alps was already clearly visible. I took over the stick again and flew with it all the sights of the islands. Normally I only fly very flat curves during passenger flights in order not to frighten the passengers. However, during a turn around the castle on Rose Island I had to put the plane a bit steeper into the curve and expected a rather anxious reaction. "Wow, that's awesome, you can see a lot more," was the surprising answer from Karin. I hadn't expected that at all, but it was good to know. Afterwards the flight maneuvers were a bit more sporty, after all we were flying in a "sports plane". She enjoyed it more and more to feel the g-forces clearly in the fast steep turns. "Shall we fly a little parabola?", I suggested to her. "If you'd like to explain what it is, I'd be happy to," she replied and looked at me questioningly. "We'll be weightless for a few seconds, maybe you'll get sick," I said and, just in case, handed her the paper bag. "We'll see about that," she was indignant and gave me a rather reproachful look. Throttle in, increase speed, pull up slightly and then push the elevator forward. Charming to observe how her breasts first lowered themselves significantly and then suddenly shot up as if weightless. She cheered with joy or should I say almost in ecstasy. A glance at the clock and also at the pointer of the instrument for the tank contents signaled to me that it was time to start the return flight after all. In a wide bend we went on the opposite course straight back to the take-off airfield Bergfeld. From up here the landscape looked simply magnificent. In the sentence: "Only flying is more beautiful", there was more than just a little bit of truth. Ten minutes before reaching the airfield I announced us via radio: "Bergfeld Info, Delta Echo X-Ray Yankee Zulu. "Delta Yankee Zulu, Bergfeld Info," the flight director returned. "Delta Yankee, Zulu, a Highcraft 800 with two people at 2800 feet, current position Holzhausen, for landing." " Delta Yankee Zulu, runway zero niner in operation, QNH one zero two zero. Next message right downwind." I descend the aircraft to 2300 feet and announce the entry into the traffic pattern. Take out some throttle, reduce speed, flaps to one and push the throttle again to keep speed 120. We descend further in the right base and soon we have the threshold of runway zero-niner in sight in the final approach. The tower reports wind from zero niner zero with a steady seven knots, which promises an unspectacular soft landing. From the corners of my eyes I notice that she has her knees firmly closed and both hands buried deep between her thighs. Is this the tension before the landing or is she just touching her cunt in passing? Unfortunately, I can't look closer because my gaze constantly oscillates between the airspeed indicator and the runway during this somewhat critical phase of the flight. We are almost down, throttle completely out, initiate interception arc, let the machine float out and touch down gently. At the next exit we leave the runway and taxi to the hangar. After landing checklist, engine off, fuel tap closed, main switch off! "Well, how was it?" I want to know from her. She takes a deep breath, her grandiose breasts lift and she hugs me wordlessly. "Pit, it was just megasuper! I never thought that flying could be so beautiful and exciting!" she confessed. And then the situation developed in a direction that I would never have thought possible in life. I would not have dared to take the first step. But Karin didn't just go one step further, she completely took the initiative. Gently she took my right hand and put it deep between her thighs. "Can you feel that?" she asked. Of course I felt the damp heat in her vulva through her jeans, how wet did it have to be right between her labia? My left hand gently guided her into her now unbuttoned blouse under her bra on her right breast. I felt the soft, warm fullness and the contours of her slightly aroused nipples. "Pit, I absolutely must have you all to myself and want to spend the night with you tonight," she breathed into my ear. I thought I was in the wrong film and pinched my knee. No, it was no dream, this woman was completely real. She wants to sleep with me, I couldn't believe it at first sight. Gently I stroked dreamily and a bit irritated, but happy about her blonde hair, her cheeks, her neck and finally our lips touched each other for a passionate long deep kiss. "This evening at seven at my place, and bring plenty of hunger and a bottle of red wine," she said and pressed a small piece of paper with her address into my hand. Then she elegantly swung out of the cockpit and hurried to the parking lot where her car was parked.
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