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I think I was in about the 7th grade when I started noticing girls' feet and feeling turned on about it. It started off pretty simply. I liked it when girls wore plain white ankle socks. I'd start getting aroused when I'd see a girl in short shorts and socks, or when watching them taking their socks off. This was also about the time when I started looking at porn (hentai being a big part of my porn appreciation development), and though I didn't really have a foot fetish that I could identify as such per se, one of my favorite things was when a girl wore nothing BUT a pair of white socks. One day I was in science class in the 7th grade, and there was this cute hispanic girl who sat in my field of view. She always wore flip flops and she would dangle them, or arch her foot, with her instep against the ground, heel in the air, and I could see the soles of her bare feet. I identify this experience as the first time I started wondering what her feet smelled like, and began thinking about sucking on her toes and licking her soles, stuff like that. As before it pretty much progressed from there. As the next several years went by I became more and more turned on by female feet, actually starting to watch them intentionally and look at porn with feet included. Maybe not foot fetish porn specifically for a while, but that kind of activity would definitely start shortly after the experience which was the reason for my writing this post. I grew up in the suburbs of Austin, Texas. One hot Texas summer day when I was about 15, my best friend at the time, who I'll call Sarah, rode her bike all the way to my house to play some Street Fighter (she was a total tomboy/anime nerd). We lived in different neighborhoods, but went to the same middle school and had become best friends and stayed that way for a few years. Now our neighborhoods were probably at least six miles apart from each other, but we were young, fit, and full of energy and excitement about it being summer and getting to do basically whatever we wanted during the day, so we often made the bike trips to each other's houses. Truth was, we were attracted to each other, but she had a boyfriend. Not that that stopped me from trying to be with her, but I digress. So she showed up at my house sometime in the mid afternoon, all hot and sweaty in these butt-hugging jeans (which, yeah, did make her cute little butt look amazing, btw), a black, girl's tee, and classic black and white converse. What an outfit for a six mile bike ride in 100 degree weather, right? Anyway, we played Street Fighter Alpha 3 for a while, and I admit, I was kicking her ass the whole time. Somehow, we started wrestling playfully on my bedroom floor. We took a break, just kinda laughing and goofing off. At some point she took her shoes off, revealing to my pleasant surprise, her bare feet in black toenail polish, which had started to peel off I guess because of sweat, or having been on those plump, juicy toes for a couple of days at that point. I know this sounds like something an avid foot lover would fabricate, because yeah it's straight out of a scenario from one of the pics on this site, but I kid you not, that smell, vaguely of vinegar and honey and sweat and the rubber soles of her shoes (you know, that perfectly sweet stink that could ONLY come from a teenage girl going barefoot in converse and completing strenuous physical activity in the summer heat). Now, I was an only child, I had no sisters, and had never had like, a REAL girlfriend at that point, so although I had been curious and turned on by the IDEA, I had never been smacked in the nose with that sweet feminine stink before. Until then I wasn't sure if I would like it. Well, let me assure you now, that, yes, I FUCKING LOVED IT. I must have gotten a boner instantly, I mean, I don't know how I could NOT have. So somehow we ended up wrestling again, this time on my bed. At one point she laughed, shoved her foot right in my face and said "Smell!" Now I knew she was kidding, or trying to gross me out, so in order to do the same to her (but I think subconsciously to fulfill my own horny teenage desires), I grabbed her foot and did just that, pressing my nose against her toes and taking a nice big sniff. I remember distinctly that her toes were still sweaty and sticky, which of course drove me crazy. Now, remember that pic at the top of the post? Her feet actually looked very very similar to that. She had that kind of shapely, plump, meaty foot. Hard to describe it with words, but they were incredible like that. We were both surprised for a second at my reaction, but what was even more surprising was that she didn't seem particularly grossed out or anything. She kinda just looked at me with wide eyes. Kinda jokingly she was like "EW! Do you have a foot fetish or something?" Not really feeling embarrassed or ashamed of that, and being that she was my best friend who I could be honest with, I told her "Yeah actually I kinda do." Then she was like, "So you like my smelly feet?" (or something like that) and again I was honest and told her that I did and that I thought she had really cute feet. She laughed playfully and, kinda lovingly making fun, she shoved her foot in my face again. I happily took her foot in my hands and sniffed it again. This time she didn't pull it away, but kinda just watched me do my thing. I think she was really more curious than anything. Since I was in so deep already, I just kinda candidly asked her if I could massage her feet. She didn't have a problem with that, and she let me. We laid on my bed while I rubbed her feet, sniffing them periodically. Eventually I got the courage to ask if I could maybe suck on her toes. Again I think she was curious, or hell, maybe the idea turned her on too, because she let me. I was in heaven, and boy did I go to town on those toes, even stealing a lick of her soles from time to time. She asked me if it really turned me on, like, sexually. Since things had gone in my favor up to this point, I remained honest with her and told me that it did, and I mentioned that I was kind of embarrassed because I had an erection which was becoming pretty damn noticeable in my shorts. She said something like "Yeah I noticed, it's alright..." What happened next damn near made my head explode. I remember her kinda biting her bottom lip and sliding her one foot up the leg of my shorts while I tended to her other with my nose and mouth. She started wiggling her sweaty and sticky toes on my hardon. Of course, being 15, and only having had one blowjob and a couple of movie theater handjobs at that point in my life, it wasn't long before I shot my wad on Sarah's toes. In my recollection it was the biggest load I had ever popped off up to that point. She was kinda turned on I think, at least her face indicated she was. She pulled her foot out of my shorts and, I guess in order to be silly, she wiped her cummy foot on my shorts. Small price to pay for what I had just received as far as I was concerned. We never really talked about that incident again and of course, eventually, life took us in opposite directions throughout high school (we went to different schools) and into college. However, from that day forward, I was in love with feet. I haven't really been able to duplicate the experience since. I mean, I've sucked on girlfriend's toes and gotten a footjob or two since then, but I guess it was because it was the first time my fantasy had come to life. Plus, a lot of girls my age don't go around barefoot in shoes AND shove their foot in your face the way a 14 year old girl would. Furthermore, much to my dismay, most of the girls I get involved with these days somehow bring up that they think feet are gross, so I don't mention my secret desire for fear of grossing them out. I guess I may never have that kind of excitement again, and that's ok. Sometimes, when I'm all alone, I'll think back to that hot summer day, and rub one out, a dedication to my Sarah's perfect feet.

It was a Tuesday night, and as such it was on my schedule to head to the 24 hour gym where I have a membership. I was 17 years old at the time, and a senior in high school. I was involved in a lot of sports and extracurricular activities, and as such I could only make it to the gym during some of their least busy hours. Although it was usually late at night when I could get a chance to get in an extra workout at the gym, keeping my fit form was important to me, and so I did what I had to do to make it work. Although only at an average height, about five feet and 8 inches, I had worked hard over the years and acquired a very desirable physique. I was cute to boot, what with my blue eyes, creamy Caucasian complexion, and my short yet roguishly appealing black hair. A lot of girls in my school were interested in me. I, however, had, shall we say, other(italic) interests. The gym was usually more or less empty at this time of the night, but I nevertheless came prepared each Tuesday night. At the times When I went to the gym, I made an effort to carefully choose the sexiest workout outfit I could find. On this particular night I had chosen a pair of black silk short shorts which would serve to accentuate my firm yet voluptuous buttocks, and my sleek, muscular thighs. The shirt I was wearing was a white sleeveless wife beater which was a little too short for me. This of course, was also part of my strategy. Having a long- standing appreciation for classic fashion, I had chosen to wear my oldest pair of black and white converse all- star high tops. I entered the sparsely populated gym and checked in with the vacant attendant at the front desk. Tonight it was a chubby Hispanic male, more concerned with whatever he was doing on his phone than the goings on in the rest of the gym behind his back. After signing in I always started my workout with a little cardio on the elliptical machine. After about ten minutes I had worked up a decent sweat and got my heart rate going. I went upstairs to the area where all the weight lifting was done, and briefly surveyed the area. Across the room was an older man, maybe in his mid 60's, pathetically curling a thirty pound barbell. A little closer to where I was standing was a college aged girl with blonde hair, doing squat thrusts in the corner. Slightly disappointed but undeterred I began my own regiment with some pull-ups and some lateral exercises It seemed as though it would be yet another uneventful evening. And lo, after approximately fifteen minutes there entered a ray of hope. He was taller than me, standing at about six feet and 3 inches. He must have been about 26 or 27 by the looks of him, and he had the body mass of a true body builder. This hunk of man had a lightish brown crew cut and big brown eyes. His chin was chiseled as if it had been crafted by a master sculptor The same apparently applied to other parts of his body as well, but more on that later. "Probably straight as an arrow," I thought, and continued my regiment as usual. Over the next twenty or thirty minutes though, I started to notice him frequently looking in my direction. I wasn't sure if I could confirm his interest in me, so I decided to give him a bit of a show and gauge his reaction from there. I casually moved into his line of sight, while still keeping a reasonable distance. I faced the mirror and kept my back turned to this sexy stud muffin. Pretending to stretch, I widened my legs and slowly bent over, sliding my hands down my toned legs and grabbing my ankles. I quivered a little as my shorts wedged themselves in between my ass cheeks. Peeking up at the mirror I could see this hot hunk of man meat's eyes fixated on my tight butt. I could have sworn that I saw him lick his lips. Thinking quickly, I devised a plan. After letting the guy watch me for several minutes, I headed over to the bench set, and loaded an amount of weight that was just a little bit too much for me. I began to lift and after a few repetitions I began to struggle. To my excitement, the man approached me. "Need a spot, bro?" He asked, slightly amused, but with a devious smirk on his mouth. "That would be great if you don't mind. Sure," I replied. "I'm Damon," I said. "What's your name?" "I'm Colin," he said with a smile. "Nice to meet you, Damon." "Likewise," I said, preparing to lift. "Ready?" "Whenever you are," said Colin, and I began to lift. I think it was during my second set when I intentionally slid up the bench to where my face could be aligned with Colin's crotch. I could notice the beginning stages of a bulge taking place under his tight bicycle shorts, which ended at the middle of his monstrous thighs. The sight of his bulge, and the light scent of his ball sweat through his shorts shot a sensation through my body which perked my own penis' interest. Colin didn't say anything, but looking up at him, I could tell that he had noticed. Being the confident cock warrior he was, Colin made the first move by intentionally moving his hips forward, his now growing bulge grazing the bridge of my nose. This in turn added to my own excitement, which Colin took as an invitation to continue. Looking around the gym, we could see that we were now the only two people left in the building, save of course for the attendant at the desk at least twenty yards away and obscured by machines and the building's support columns. As Colin increased the frequency of the contact made between his covered genitals and my face, I began to gain more of my own confidence. "If you keep doing that," I finally said, "You'd better be looking for something a little extra." "what might you have in mind?" Colin asked, a devilish grin spanning his lips. "Can I show you?" I asked, laying the barbell down on its supports and placing my hands on his hard, rippling thighs. Colin looked around and with a shrug he said, "By all means, cutie pie." "I always like to get a steam after exercising. The workout usually only gets hotter in the steam room." I said. "As do I," said Colin. "By all means, lead the way." I stood up from the bench and the two of us passed through the locker room to the pool area where the steam room was located. I could barely contain my growing arousal as we entered hot, steamy chamber. Colin closed the door behind us and I removed my shirt, a thin layer of sweat already adding shine to my rippling, slender core. Colin followed suit, tossing his shirt onto the tile bench which lined the length of the wall. His half naked body reminded me of the Greek gods of myth. I could see myself becoming engulfed in his herculean embrace, his powerful arms holding me tight against his massive chest and abdomen. I slowly approached the shiny man-god, who waited in anticipation. I slid my hands around his slick, rock-hard waist. He in turn wrapped his arms, like the trunks of trees, around me, sliding his large, masculine hands up and down my sweaty back. Our lips met in a passionate kiss as our members made contact with each other beneath our shorts. As we kissed, Colin slid his hand down the back of my shorts, groping at my firm buttocks. I slid my tongue into his mouth and he slid his fingers between the cheeks of my ass. "Mmm.." I moaned, wiggling my behind to allow his fingers better access to their obvious target. We could feel our pricks swelling against one another as Colin stroked my anus gently with his middle finger. I pulled my lips from his, and kissed a trail down his well-built pectoral muscles, and over his eight-pack abs as I lowered myself to my knees. Finally I was eye-level with his impressive bulge. I looked up at Colin, who gave a lusty sigh as I ran my hands up his thighs. Slowly I curled my fingers around the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down to his ankles. He stepped out of his shorts and kicked them to the side, now wearing nothing but his shoes and a pair of classic white briefs. I slid inward, closer to his crotch, and as I pressed my face against it, I began to salivate as I felt the pulse of his massive manhood which awaited my services. I kissed his cock over his briefs, opening my mouth wide over its head, letting my warm breath break against it. "Ooh you're a big boy aren't you?" I said with a giggle. "May I please see it?" Colin couldn't say much, except: "Uhnn.. Yeah. Take it out, baby." Of course I was happy to oblige. I looked up into Colin's eyes and bit my bottom lip as I slowly peeled open the hole in the front of his briefs. Reaching my right hand into the opening, I gently pulled out his near full erection. My eyes widened and a little gasp escaped my lips as I feasted my eyes on his beautiful phallus, which was adorned with a dolphin style piercing. "Wow.." I said, looking back up into Colin's eyes. "That's one big fucking dick.." I began working his shaft with my hand slowly, gently twisting at the head and base. The god-like cock throbbed warmly in my hand until it reached its full length. It must have been eleven inches long and four inches thick. My mouth was seriously watering now. Lifting up his dick to expose its underside, I ran my tongue upward along his shaft from the base and flicked it against his cockhole. I repeated this measure several times, looking up lustfully at Colin as I did so. Colin closed his eyes, and saying nothing, leaned his head back in pleasure. Once I could resist no more I puckered my lips and touched them to his helmet head. Pushing my lips down over his knob, my lips widened to accommodate the rest of his thickness. Colin's meaty cock was so savory, like a smooth, sweaty sugarcane. It was so irresistible, I became driven by a primal urge to take his full length in my mouth. I did so, surprising myself, as well as my recipient, as my throat muscles loosened, allowing me to take Colin's full length down my throat to its hilt. Slowly I elevated my mouth back up to his cock's head where I applied suction. As I lowered again, I ran my hands up the backs of his thighs and up under the back of his briefs, massaging his hard yet luscious ass cheeks. Colin ran his hands through my hair, pulling it and guiding my head as it bobbed up and down over his juicy cock. After several minutes I pulled my mouth from his cock to catch my breath. A long stream of precum ran from his tip to my bottom lip. I aptly approached his cock with mouth again, licking the precum from the tip of his dick. I looked up at him again, my face now flushed with uncontrollable desire. "My God... Your cock... It tastes so good." I said, almost out of breath. "I want to drink every drop of your hot sticky cum." As I leaned in to get another taste of his cum cannon, Colin gently touched my chin. "Later... For now I want to play with you a little." Colin said, almost out of breath himself. I smirked and stood up, moving over to the bench against the wall. I laid on my side with my legs splayed open seductively. "Well then," I said, "Come and get it." Colin moved over to the bench and sat at my feet. He took me by my right ankle, and started to untie my shoe. "Careful there, stud," I said, "I forget to wear socks today so my feet might be a little stinky." I giggled. "Mmm, that's just how I like them." Colin said. He had finished untying my shoe and proceeded to slip it off of my size eight and a half foot. He lifted my foot up under his nose and I wiggled my toes a little. "Mmm that feels better." I said. Colin put his nose right up against my toes and took in a long whiff. "Oh yeah, you were right. Your feet are nice and smelly. Like honey and vinegar." He said, beginning to kiss the sole of my sweaty foot up and down. After sniffing my toes a little more he began to suck on them, darting his tongue between all of my toes, savoring the flavor of every one. I slid my hand into my shorts and began stroking on my already completely erect cock. After a couple of minutes of dragging his tongue up the bottom of my foot from heel to toe, Colin stopped and reached for my other foot. "That one's clean now." He said. He untied my other shoe and slid it off. "This one though," he said, "is still nice and sweaty and stinky. I think it needs a nice tongue bath too." He stuck his nose into my shoe and inhaled deeply. Then setting the shoe aside he began to suck on my freshly exposed foot, still sticky with workout sweat. "Mmm that feels good." I said, continuing to massage my dick under my shorts. I began to rub my other foot along the length of Colin's shaft, gripping his helmet head with my toes and wiggling them all over it. I could feel more of his precum leaking out in between my toes. Colin watched me stroking myself. After a moment, and to my temporary disappointment, he stopped worshiping my foot. He leaned over me, the way a man does as he prepares to ravage his lover. As Colin gripped the waistband of my cute little silken shorts and pulled them down past my knees and over my feet, he was surprised and excited to see my little pink g-string thong, with a little white ribbon on the front under the waist. My smooth, plump balls dangled out of one side, while the front of my panties peaked like a tower, tented up by my raging hard-on, which bounced ever so slightly as my blood pumped through it. Colin leaned over me and gently rubbed the palm of his hand on my cock over my panties, gently massaging my balls with his other hand, and periodically licked them and savoring their sweaty flavor. Slowly I closed my eyes and wriggled with pleasure, biting my lower lip. I wrapped my right leg around his waist and rubbed the sole of my foot up and down his left buttock. Removing his hand Colin could see the wet spot on my panties where my own precum had seeped through. Colin slid down my body, becoming eye level with my cock tent. He stuck out his tongue and started licking the tip of my dick through my panties, making "yummy" sounds while he tasted my precum. "Do you like my cute little panties?" I asked, looking down at Colin, my fingers running through his short brown hair. Colin looked me over, his eyes glazed over, drunk with lust and desire. "Oh yeah D... Goddamn you're so fucking sexy" was all he could manage, obviously having reverted most of the blood flow from his brain to his still throbbing member, continuing to leak precum on my naked thigh. Reaching down I scooped some of his precum from my thigh with my finger, bringing it back up to to my lips. I happily sucked his juice from my finger and squealed in delight. Colin obviously couldn't take any more of this. His natural male instincts had finally taken over. I looked into his eyes, and though saying nothing, he must have heard my mind saying "Then come and fuck my brains out, baby." Colin began the final leg of his conquest by moving my g-string to the side. It was the tip of his nose I felt first, pressing against my pink puckered anus. Slowly and with intention he sniffed my butthole, beginning to stroke himself. Next it was his tongue, which he used expertly, dragging the length of it over my hole, the tip of it entering me. He gripped my ass with both hands and lifted my waist off of the bench. He buried his lips and tongue into my sweet rosebud, savoring every moment. I lifted and spread my legs farther apart, granting him easier access and offering him his final welcome. Since the bench was rather narrow, fucking in the missionary position seemed unlikely. Colin sat up against the wall with his knees spread apart. He looked like a barbarian king, sitting naked on his throne, his massive manhood towering powerfully into the air. His mighty rod reminded me of a proud young soldier, brimming with confidence. He was absolutely irresistible, glistening with sweat in this hot, steamy fuck chamber. I moved down to the floor and knelt before him, once again taking his huge cock in my mouth. I bobbed my head up and down over his eleven and a half inch serpent, salivating over it to prepare it for its entrance into my most sacred and intimate of parts. I slowly slid my mouth up over his tip and replaced it with my hand, with which I gripped him tightly, turning and squeezing it as it moved up and down his increasingly slippery shaft. My mouth hovered over his testicles and began to tickle them with the tip of my tongue, occasionally fitting one into my mouth and applying a great deal of suction. Longer translucent streams of precum leaked from his cockhole, which I spread around his helmet. "Come on baby, come get on this dick and take a ride." Said Colin. I didn't need any other invitation. I climbed up onto the bench and straddled him in the standard cowgirl position. Squeezing my ass cheeks, Colin tore my g-string, allowing himself full access to my hole. With my right hand on Colin's left shoulder, I reached down with my right and touched the warm tip of his dick to my entrance. I quivered with arousal at this contact and slowly guided him in. I lowered myself down upon his shaft inch by inch as it began to sink ever deeper into my asshole. Finally I could feel his gigantic balls rubbing on my ass cheeks, and I knew he was in me, balls deep. As I began to wiggle on top of his cock the initial pain quickly turned to unbelievable pleasure. I started moving my hips in small circles, letting him stir his wholly satisfying fuckstick within my tight and starving fuckhole. Once my anus had become accustomed to the length and girth of his cock, I began to move up and down on top of him, slowly at first and building up momentum as we both began to lose control. Before long Colin's aggressive, masculine nature took over, as he began thrusting in and out of me in time with my movements. His hands holding tightly on my ass cheeks, spreading them ever further apart, Colin began to slam me down hard over his dick. With every stroke of our sex, my ass sucked his cock of its precum. I could feel the pleasant sensation of his warm, gooey pre-ejaculate building up inside me, and leaking down the sides of his cock, air tight as our connection must have been. As we writhed together in ultimate pleasure, my cock, which at a healthy eight and half inches still seemed dwarfed compared to his, rubbed up and down against his sweaty, glistening abs. I wrapped my arms around Colin's neck, bringing us closer together so that my cock could slide between his bulging ab muscles. When I said "Fuck me harder, baby," Colin fucked me harder. When I said "Fuck me faster, baby," Colin fucked me faster. It wasn't long before he was fucking me absolutely silly. After several minutes I couldn't hold out any longer. Upon one Colin's upward thrusts, I felt the slight vibration at the base of my cock, which quickly turned to an intense tingle through my shaft, finally ending in a gratuitous burst of cum from the tip of my swollen member, which landed warm and sticky all over Colin's chest and abs The little bit that made it to his chin he licked off with his tongue. "Oh, shit-- I'm gonna fucking cum!" Colin said. "Y-yeah?" I replied, continuing to bounce on his cock, my own still pulsating and spurting out more of my own cum onto his stomach. With my hands I rubbed my cum into his skin like a lotion and licking his chest, savoring the sweet concoction of his sweat and my own cum. "Yeah... yeah, baby, it's about to.. It's coming!" Colin said, frantic and nearly out of breath. "Wait!" I said. "I told you I wanted to drink every drop of your cum!" I lifted myself off of his naked cock and back down to my knees where I lowered my mouth over his dick again and took it down my throat to the hilt. Using my lips and mouth for suction, I swirled my tongue around the underside of his cock nice and slowly. I had to admit that his cock tasted a lot better after it had been pounding my little anus for the last few minutes. This was apparently enough to cause the cum eruption of the century, as load after load of his hot, pearly ejaculate filled my mouth. I tried to keep up, swallowing each load of cum that burst forth from his cock, but there was so much that it began to dribble out of the sides of my mouth. Colin continued to feed me load after load after load of his cum, and I felt like I was trying to drink from the best kind of fire hose I had ever heard of. Colin moaned loudly, lost in his own world of total erotic pleasure. Finally, he began to tire, and he removed his now only semi-erect cock from my lips. Swallowing the last bits of cum in my mouth, I licked my lips and the sides of my mouth to collect whatever was left. I made sure to give his cock a nice cleaning, just to make sure I made good on my word not to waste a single drop. I loved the way his thick, warm, creamy cum felt as it slid down the back of my throat. If only I could have a steady supply I would surely become an addict. My body spent, I laid on the floor of the steam room, gently rubbing my cock and massaging my anus in a state of post coital bliss. Colin Joined me on the floor and took me in his arms. Our naked, sweaty bodies lay there spooning; Colin's cock nestled cozily between my ass cheeks. A real gentle man, he gently massaged my now-going-flaccid gland as we breathed heavily in the quiet, the only sound coming from the steam filling the room. "I guess tonight was my lucky night." I said, smiling, cuddling up against him. "If only I could multiply you a few times over, I'd never run out of that delicious cum of yours, and I could suck your cock all day long." "Suppose you could." Colin said coyly. "Give me your number and I'll show you a whole new world." "Intriguing," I said, "But what exactly are you talking about?" "Meet me here same time tomorrow," He said, "And you'll see what I mean."

[b]She said she Loved Me She was on one of those dating site on the web and as soon as she seen his picture she knew she wanted him. So she sent him an e-mail and hoped he would respond. The next day she was surprised to find a response from him. He sings in Bars and Clubs for a living and He had asked her to meet him at a place where he is playing at. She agreed to meet him that night and She had her friends help her get ready for their meeting. She walked into the Bar and heard him singing, and right away she was sure this was the guy for her. From the monument she walked through that door she fell in love. Mary Anne sat there all night staring at me as I sang sweet love songs to her. She had several guys ask her to dance, but she declined for reasons only she knew. We spent many nights together without having sex, just enjoying being with each other. This went on for about two weeks, until I took her to a party. At the party she got kind of drunk and ended up kissing my brother-in-law. She told me about it and I was upset just a little. The night went on and we sat together and she listened to me sing. After the party we headed to my place to spend the night. I was always being a gentleman and never tried to have sex with her up to this point. I wasn’t planning on trying this night either. But she told me she was tired and if I was going to have sex, I had better do it now. That was all it took for me to make my move and I start kissing her. I ran my hands straight to her breasts and fumbled up under her shirt. I then ran my left hand down between her legs and rubbed there for several minutes. Then pulling at her snap and zipper, so I could get her pants down. Pulling at her clothes and with her help she was naked in bed with me. At this point I undressed myself as quickly as I could without looking like I was in a big hurry. Even though I wanted to just fuck her hard and do it quickly. I started kissing up and down her neck, back up to her lips. I was trying to be romantic and take my time with her and make it last half the night. I went down to her breasts and licked each one careful as not to miss any part of these luscious tits. I ran my tongue around each nipple slowly to give her as much pleasure as I could. Then slowly ran my tongue down to her belly button and around it. I kept going until I came to her pussy and then I skipped it and went up and down her thighs. Each Thigh my tongue ran up and down the inside of each one teasing her as I went. This was driving her crazy and I enjoyed every minute of watching her squirm around. As my tongue continued to explore her body it made its way back to her tits, then back to her lips for more kissing. Then I started back down to her tits again and continued down to between her legs, up and down her thighs. As I could feel her tension mounting, I let her have it. My tongue started flicking back and forth across her clit, then down into her warm sweet love box. It was dripping by now and aching for more. My tongue continued to find its way between her clit and her love canal. Before long she was bucking and pushing my head down hard between her legs. All this took about 45 minutes before she was begging me to thrust my rod of joy into her. She began pulling me upwards and asking me “Please come up here and fuck me”. I was still licking at her clit and my tongue was driving into her hole. I reached up with my right hand and stuck in a finger. Thinking to myself that this pussy is very tight. I was fingering her for a while, when I turned my hand to the side and used another finger to push into her anal hole. I could tell she didn’t like it up her ass, but she never said a word to me about it. So I continued to finger fuck both her holes while my tongue licked and I sucked her clit. Both her holes were tight around my fingers and all I was thinking about was how good this was going to feel with my cock in there. I reached my left hand up to her breasts and played with them, which made her hornier. She was really pulling at me and begging me to do her right then and there. I felt I should not disappoint a woman, so I pulled myself up towards her face. As my mouth reached hers, it was dripping from her juices and we started kissing madly. I raised my hips to were I knew her pussy was waiting for my hard cock and planted it right at the opening of her sweet love box. I started to push it in just a bit and she told me it was a big one. I continued to push my cock into her sweet tight box, when the head of my cock entered into the place my finger was monuments ago. It was really tight around the head of my cock and it felt really good to be there. She claimed it was the biggest one she had ever had and I just couldn’t believe it. I pushed more of my cock into her and started working it in and out of her box of joy. Each time I went in I tried to get more into her, but it was too tight to get all my cock in there. So I went so slow and rocked it back and forth, side to side and back out again. She started having orgasm after orgasm and pulling me close to her. I began licking and sucking her tits, as this made her buck wildly back at me. She was losing control of herself and wanting to be fucked wildly. I continued to fuck her in my own way and she just kept Cumming, time and time again. I didn’t want to be done too quickly, so I paced myself and held back for a very long time. By now her pussy was beginning to loosen and I was ramming my manhood in all the way. She was moaning and bucking and begging me to fuck her harder. I kept driving my cock into her pussy for another 45 minutes. I was feeling really good about this woman and I was trying not to come yet. But it has been about an hour and 45 minutes since we began and I just couldn’t hold it back any longer. I drove it in hard several more times and let it rip. I was shooting my load into her pussy with such force, that she was feeling every gush of cum being pumped inside of her. I could tell that she was satisfied by the smile on her face and the tired look she had. She just wants to go to sleep now. She did ask me if I used a bucket for all my cum and I just laughed about it. We lay there and I was stroking every part of her with my hands. I could tell she was sleeping now and I really wanted to fuck again. So I just lie there beside her and run my hand up and down her body, while I look at this woman. I can’t believe her pussy was that tight and I feel I am in love. The next morning we woke up and I made coffee for the both of us. She was still naked from the night before, and I was lusting after her hoping to get some more of that wonderful tight pussy she had. I began rubbing her tits and hoping to get a notion whether she would be willing again. She told me again, that I had the biggest cock that she had ever been with. On that note I just smiled and thought to myself that she can have all she wants. We lay there for along time with me rubbing her every parts and I leaned down and began kissing her. We got hot and heavy at it again for several hours this time. With her Cumming over and over and me banging her tight love box. That tunnel of love was the sweetest and tightest one I’ve had in a long time. So I wasn’t going to let this thing get away from me without making it stretch a bit. I would lick and suck on her tits and work my tongue up her neck to her mouth. And then go back downwards again, until she was about to explode from it all. When she did have the big one her body started shaking and jerking around so much. That I thought she had something wrong with her and that I would have to take her to the hospital or something. I pushed it all the way inside her and wiggled it inside her as much as I could. She was having the biggest orgasm of her life and I was the cause of it. That made me feel like I was superman or the likes. I continued to fuck her, because I wanted to cum too. I was ramming it into her with such force, that she complained to me it was hurting her. So I went easier on her and I was trying to go faster by now. Then as I could feel the monument soon approaching, I said to her, “Oh baby, I’m Cuuummmmmiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnngggggggggg” I lay there on top of her, kissing her and running my hands across her face real lightly. She asked me if this means we are dating now and I told her yes. I wasn’t going to let this sweet tight love box of pure joy get away from me. We get up and get dressed and have another cup of coffee. Then she tells me she has to go home and that she wants to go with me that night to my gig. I am thinking that I hoped she would want to go with me. So we kiss goodbye at my door and she walks out to her car and drives away. And I am smiling away with the thought of her and her sweet tight box of joy. And those nice tits too. We date like this for a month, until one night at one of my gigs; there is a girl who starts talking to me about burning her a copy of my album. Mary Anne gets real jealous and starts drinking heavy. Soon she is drunk and her jealousy gets her feeling like fuck everything. She goes into the back room and talks with some guys. One guy asks her to dance and then they are arm in arm dancing. He bends down and kisses her and she allows him to. Because she thinks I was flirting with this other woman, that she is allowed to flirt and more. I can see her and everything she is doing and it’s tearing my heart into. But she doesn’t seem to care right now cause she is drunk. She dances with one after another of the guys and kissing each one as she is dancing. And they are getting her even more drunk by buying her more and more drinks. They tell her she can’t beat them downing a drink, all the while trying to get her dead drunk. And dancing with her and kissing her, they are rubbing up against her tits. And sometimes two dancing with her at a time, one in front and one behind her grinding up against her to get her excited. A couple of times she looked over at me and smiled. I just looked down and felt my heart sink. I knew what would happen and it was tearing me apart. I just knew she was going to end up leaving with the crowd of guys and leave me heart broken. Soon my fears came true and she was on her way out the door with one of the guys. I overheard him tell her that he had some real good stuff to drink in his car. And then a few minutes later the others were heading out the door. As she got to Chris’s car he opened the door for her to sit down and he went to the drivers side and got in. He pulled a bottle from under the seat and took the lid off and handed it to her. He told her to drink up before any of his buddies come out or she might not get any with those hounds around. She turned the bottle up and started drinking it down. When she turned it upright she had drank almost half of it. Chris then took it and took a big gulp of it and handed it back to her. She turned it back up and drank almost the rest of it. About this time bob opened the door and told her to slid over. Since it was a bench seat, he said they could all three sit in the front. He reached for the bottle and took a big gulp and handed it back to her. She turned it up and finished it and Chris threw it into the back of his car. He reached under the seat once again and pulled out yet another bottle. Took off the lid and handed it to her once more. Now the back doors flung open and three more guys got in the back. She turned the new bottle upside down and drank over half this time. Handed the bottle to Chris who took a drink and passed it to bob. Who then in turn gave it back to Mary Anne? She turned it up and drank it until it was empty. That’s when it started hitting her very hard, and she couldn’t even talk any longer. So Chris started kissing her and she was so drunk by now that she couldn’t do anything. Bob reached around her and was playing with her tits. Mary Anne was that drunk that she didn’t even notice it was bob from behind her feeling her tits. Then each guy from the back seat took turns grabbing her tits and undoing her shirt more and more. Bob reached up the back of her shirt and undid her bra, she didn’t even notice. They were all smiling and taking turns getting a feel. When Chris said to her I think we should take a walk to get away from the other guys, she thought it might help clear her head some. So she agreed to be alone with Chris for a walk in the night air. Chris helped her out of the car and held her up, for she was really drunk and couldn’t stand very well. Bob handed Chris another bottle and they walked towards the side of the building. As they got around the side to a spot that look good to Chris. He leaned Mary Anne up against a tree and then sat her down. She told him she is really drunk and don’t know what the hell she is doing and he just grinned. He opened up the bottle and took a drink, then held it up to her mouth. At first she didn’t want any and Chris kept telling her it was all right and that she would feel better if she drank more. Telling her that he has done that many times, drink himself straight. So she started drinking it down, as he kept the bottle turned up so she had no choice but to drink it. Chris had her down about ¾ of the bottle and then took another drink himself. Then he turned the bottle back up to her lips and told her there was just a little more left. That she should drink it to get herself better. When it was empty, he sat down beside her and started kissing her again. She didn’t know but her tits were showing and he was playing with them. He lowered his head to lick on her tits and felt the other one with his hand. By now she was out of it and passed out completely. As Chris realizes this, he starts pulling off her shirt. As he is doing this the other guys come over and help him. First the shirt, then the bra, then her shoes and pants and then her panties. They are all standing around talking about what they can do. Chris drops his pants and shorts, then lays down on top of her pulling her legs up so he can get into the right spot. He pushes his cock into her pussy and tells the others how tight the thing is. He fucks her for only 5 minutes because he is so excited and he cums in her. As he pulls himself from her and stands up, Bob jumps on top of her and forces his cock inside of her. He is ramming it into her with all his might, when one of the other guys tells him to hurry up. So he sits up straddling her hips, while it is still inside her. And tells them to fuck her mouth or something. So another guy drops his pants and gets down on his side and turns her head towards his cock. Then he starts pushing his cock against her lips and then into her mouth. He is fucking her mouth and driving it into her throat with each thrust as he is hammering her face. She is out but the cock is choking her in her slumber, so she starts gagging and choking at this time. This guy doesn’t care and keeps going into her throat. The rest of them are laughing about it and making fun of her while he is making her gag. Meanwhile bob is looking like a jackrabbit pumping in and out of her pussy. When all of the sudden he lets out a big moan as he shoots his load of spunk inside this tight pussy. And the other guy is hammering her face like he has never had a fuck before. He dumps his load into her mouth and throat and sees some running down her chin. They start laughing at the fact that she has cum on her face, and the other two replace the opening. One is fucking her cunt as the other is ramming it in her mouth. This goes on till they both dump their spunk into her mouth and pussy. Then Chris pulls her legs up high and straddles her hips and pushes it in her pussy. Only to take it out and put it at the mouth of her ass. He is pushing it and trying to force it in her ass, but it is too tight. He raises up and gets a better angle to drive it into this anal canal that’s never been entered before. With one hard thrust he feels her ass open and except his driving cock. She feels the pain even in her passed out state and lets out a whine. They all laugh and someone says “Oh she really likes it”. As Chris continues to drive it in further and further, he feels the tightness around his cock. It is starting to hurt him because of how tight it is, but he keeps going. He feels the muscles inside constricting around his cock. It is turning him on even more, and he keeps pumping faster and faster. Before long he feels the spunk squirting out of his now pulsating cock. He pulls out and bob gives it a try. Driving his member deep into her anal cavity time and time again. With every thrust in her ass, she lets out a whine from the pain she is feeling from her drunkenness. Her ass is being used as a poke hole to give these guys the pleasure they want. As each one takes a turn in her ass and shooting their load of cum in her ass. She just lay there passed out from the drinking. Cum is leaking out her mouth, pussy and now ass. As they continue to pump their cocks inside of her ass. When each one had fucked her ass, they decided to give her two at a time in each hole. They rolled her onto her side and one in front and one in back began to push their cocks into the same hole. First Chris and bob shoved their cocks into her pussy, stretching it beyond repair. Then two more going into her ass at once, only to rip her ass wide open. They kept up their fun until it was almost daylight, then they left and just left her laying there on the ground naked and passed out. Cum mixed with blood, draining from her ass and pussy. And cum running down across her face from the forceful blowjobs. I knew about all this cause I watched the whole thing from the windows of the building. I knew they were going to fuck her, but I never thought like that. But it made me real horny and at times I was playing with my cock. I would rub it for a while and then stop, hoping that maybe I might get the chance to go out there and drive in a load of my own. I seen them all leave and I hurried out the door, wanting my chance before it got daylight. I walked up to her and dropped my pants and lay down beside her. I first shoved it in her mouth, saying quietly to myself. “Suck this cock you fucking whore, you broke my heart tonight and you got what you deserved”. The more I said under my breath, the harder I pumped in her throat. Until I reached that time when my cock started rocking and shooting out my big load of spunk, I had been saving for her all night. She was gagging and choking with the load in her mouth and throat, and it just made me hornier then before. So then I moved to place it up her ass and ream her some more. I drove it deep with the first thrust and never stopped pumping her hard. As I was fucking her ass, I rolled her over onto her belly and got on top. I could drive it in even deeper this way and that excited me more. Under my breath I was saying, “Take every inch of my cock you fucking heart breaking cunt”. I kept pounding it in her until I felt it once again start to explode in her ass. I sat up on her ass rocking my cock slowly in and out of her. Feeling the last drop of my spunk go into her ass, I pull it out of her and pulled my pants back up. I walked away from her that morning with two feelings, one was I was feeling sorry for her for the major fuckings she took and ripped her all to pieces. And two I felt empty inside cause I really like her a lot and she broke my heart. But then again I did feel good that I got to fuck her mouth and ass, and shot the biggest loads of my life in her. Now two days later she called me up asking me to forgive her. I told her I could never forgive her because I watched her fuck all those guys. She said she don’t remember It., but felt it since. I lied and told her she was a willing partner in it all and I watched it all. Of how she allowed all those guys to fuck each hole and then two at once in each hole. About then I got to feeling real horny thinking about that night and I asked her if maybe we could get together and fuck. I didn’t want any relationship, just to fuck her. She told me to go fuck myself and hung up the phone. I still get horny whenever I think about that night and sometimes I am with someone who can take care of me and other times I have to just pull my pud and get myself off. I never heard from her again.

Chapter 1. “Now what do you want?” My lips where glossing from the lights in the dressing room, every girl getting ready for tonight. “Stop the attitude missy, now come on, you have a client.” Lea snapped at me, fixing her fishnets up to her thighs. “No, I am tired, please!” I turned to her, hoping she would let me go this once, but her response was always the same. Two years I was in this business, since I had been kidnapped and forced into the job. Now, it is worthless for me to try to escape. I prayed every night for my escape but it is always neglected, stuck in this fucking hellhole. As girls like me where called “Slaves” we had to please the many clients who came. A guy named Alexander ran the place, oh what a cruel man he was. He would kidnap girls, and sell their bodies to guys, and I was one of them. Alexander ran Slave on Bars, the name of the bar I was in. His father had died recent days, so he was now in charge, but as the manager, he was pretty young and tough, and yet he was at times good hearted. No one ever told me his real age, but he seemed 18, maybe 19 by his young features. I was 16 currently, and my honey eyes, swelling with tears. Lea had been the assistant of Alexander and she was older than him, 25 to be exact. She would hit any girl who would leave a customer unsatisfied, and were suffered by humiliation I haven’t experienced. All the girls in this room, except for Lea, had the same situation as mine. They had been all kidnapped, and forced to work here, and their ages similar as mine, from 12 to 19. But when you turn twenty, or you are misbehaving, or leaving too many customers unsatisfied, you are forced to leave life forever. They way the would terminate you was atrocious and heartless. They would take all your bones apart, rip ‘em and give them to the dogs as treats, and for the flesh you had once lived upon, were dumped in the streams, the meal for the fishes. A door opened suddenly as my thoughts rumbled, and Alexander stepped in, and watched the girls all lined up immediately. It was a drill, every time he stepped into these doors, we were instructed to line up in front of him, side by side, for unknown reasons. He snickered silently, proud to have abducted our souls, in exchange for his own uses. He touched a couple of girls down their skirts, and both of them decided to do nothing but shut their eyes tightly and moan silently. But no one ever experienced my encounters with him. He would not sleep with any of the girls in this institution, but me, because as the manger, he was not to do that, but only the professionals. (The professionals who were the real time prostitutes coming from other countries for him.) For it was our little secret that no one could know, and if there were to find out, I would be a nice treat to the dogs. He was too, the guy I lost my virginity with, and the guy I couldn’t help but order his commands. He licked his fingers after he was done, teasing the other girls, and signaling them to depart. Everyone left to start their horrifying night with aged human beings, not having any mercy on us. After everyone was released, even Lea, he orders me to stay tonight, for reasons to be predicted. His blonde highlighted bangs shined too in the intense beam. His navy blue eyes pierced onto mine. He petted my coal medium curls, my golden skin shivering by his touch. I knew that tonight’s client was to be him. “Don’t worry, you’ll have your client tonight, but,” He said, pulling my cherry miniskirt up. “I should have a little fun too.” “Please don’t!” I screamed on top of my lungs repeating my sentence, his finger making their way down. I shed tears, (every client that I ever had, waterworks would start pouring, for I was not meant to be use the way I was.) Alexander had had it with me a bunch of times; he had an obsession with my body as he said every time he would splash my face with his cum. “Hey, I am paying her to be with me, not you.” A voice came up, and Alexander stopped his way in, a guy with short bangs and spiky black hair. Hs green eyes shined too, he had the perfect features of an attractive male. Alexander grinned, but smiled afterwards. He took his hands down, but put his hands on my rear end. “Out of all the girls here, why you picked her brother?” My mouth turned dry, and my skin pale as the lights above me. “I just do.” He smiled. Brothers? I thought. I never knew Alexander had brothers, or ever expected. A deep silence covered the room, our breathing and pulse was the only sound accompanying the hush. “Well, pick someone else, this one if thirsty for me.” He licked my cheek, slowly and intensely my eyes shutting from the locomotion. I turned away in discuss, trying to push away from him, but he would do nothing but pull me closer. His brother stepped forward and grabbed my arm trying to break me free, but Alexander was just too muscular, and each of them had one of my arms. “I could share her tonight if you want to join?” Alexander’s evil smirk appeared once again. “No, I want her alone.” “You better be paying her good, Garret, cause it is your first and last time with her.” Alexander let me go, Garret a hold of me now. ‘Who says I’m not coming back for more?” Garret made the same facial expression as Alexander’s and from that, I could tell they were related. Alexander pissed of, whispered into my ear. “After your done with this bastard, you come to my office, okay?” His voice penetrated into my brain leaving a scar there to remained the full hours of darkness. “Now let’s see what you are made of.” Garret mumbled, and we exit the changing room. We stood on the hall, rooms containing the walls of it. We sauntered slowly, searching for an available room. I could hear the complaining and the satisfaction of men and girls in the rooms. Thumping was usual, and crying was expected, s how I began. I was terrified, even if I had this situation for two years already, but it felt as if it was my first time. “That’s turning me on.” He smacked his lips, and continued. I was behind him, his hand grasped into mine. For his features, he appeared a little bit older than me, but not older than Alexander. Seventeen was my presumption. He finally found a space for us, and unfastens the door, not too much in case someone was occupying the room. It was empty, so we stepped in, and he flung me violently into the rosy bed, my dark thoughts tormenting me. He stood in front of me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt off, as I sat on the middle of the bed, frightened and alarmed. He observed me as he gradually took his top off revealing his abs and all the wonders of a man, and soon his hand unzipping his jeans, leaving his boxers on, and crawling into my side. He slowly began taking my strapless tank top out of my body, my tears starting to come back as he examine my breast, a strapless bra covering my nipples. He smiled at them as if they were his two precious babies. He began slobbering my neck with his lips, which my body resisted by shaking. “Are you nervous?” He chuckled at my uncontrollable shaking. “I don’t want…” I stopped, for it was a million times I had stated this, and a million times I had been rejected. I wiped the water from my bloody red eyes away, and was prepared to sacrifice my body once again. I expected for him to laugh even harder at my half stated sentence, but instead, he had stopped. I stare at him, questioning why he wasn’t undressing me, or speaking his polluted intellect into my used ears. He sat down in front of me, both of us half undressed, as more moans surrounded us. “How long have you been working with my brother?” Garret suddenly asked me a question that I never expected a client to ask. “Two years.” My lips barely letting the words go still shocked by his remark. “Who did you loose it with, my brother?” I nodded, not exactly knowing why he asked me such questions. He gawked at me for a while, and I could see thru his boxers that he was ready to pierce that thing inside me. But he restrained himself; to ask me these questions I still could fully explain. His thumb came across my lashes, wiping the little tears left in me. “What’s your name?” He asked. But it was a rule here to not revel your identity, one of the few rules here. The other rule that also was important was to not ‘kiss’ the client on the lips, which was rare since you are having sexual contact. So, therefore, I had never had my first kiss, yet I wasn’t a virgin. “I can’t say. It’s a rule here, and you should know since you are Alexander’s brother.” I pulled a sheet form the bed to cover my breast, preventing him to be even more tempted. “Don’t be fussy, or else you ain’t getting out of here.” “What do you mean?” “I mean I could maybe get you the hell out of here.” My eyes widened as he spoke those words I thought in my entire life I wasn’t to hear. My mouth turned to a desert, gulping every, tiny saliva I had in me. Water began tumbling down my cheeks, but for the wrong reasons. No longer these tears were from harsh treatment, but for happiness, a feeling I had left behind when I was taken. My ears didn’t expect this, and my brain repeating the words he spoke a minute ago to me, making sure this was no dream. “You seem sad about what I have told you, since you are crying.” He smiled; a beautiful grin without any sin within them, pure and truthful containing every inch. “No, I am shocked, I…I didn’t except this to ever…” My words could arrange themselves for I was to energize, but soon consoling down, for he might as well just be messing with my intellect. “Don’t worry, I get you.” He stood up, putting his jeans up again. “You aren’t kidding? But why?” I asked sitting there as if I were a motionless statue. “I think you have suffered enough here, unlike other girls, they in time start liking their new job. The other girls just give in for me, but you…” He paused, giving it a thought, and continued. “You are different.” I blushed for no reason, and he could tell right away, even if I contained a golden skin. I quickly snatched my tank top, but he stopped me. He handed me his button up indigo shirt. “We don’t want you to look like one of the girls here.” Not only was he kind and good looking, but also he was smart. But his brother was too, but his kindness only showed when I was alone with him. I put it on, his cologne being so graceful and attractive. I shook my head from the spell of the smell, and waited for his next command. He told me to go under the sheets, and pretend to be asleep. I do as I am told, but leaving one eye a bit opened to see what he was to do next. He opened the door slowly, but it suddenly busted opened, Garret pushed out of the way. I saw standing in the other side of the room, Alexander, his eyes full of rage. “Are you done?” Alexander peeked over his shoulders, and saw me laying down, not showing I had his shirt on. “No, I wanted some water, but we are still going.” He said confidently. “I didn’t hear any screams from Liz, and she is a screamer.” I felt ashamed when Alexander said that, my temperature rising furiously. “Well you didn’t come soon enough to hear it.” “Finish her fast.” Alexander shut the door in front of him, leaving a silence behind. He turned to me immediately. “I didn’t know you were a screamer.” He chortled. I sat down, my eyes enraged at his comment. His fingers indicated me to come forward, next to where he stood. He opened the door once again, and locked the doorknob. He looked both ways before he grabbed my hand tightly. Then he shoots out, me behind him, as a cannon ball, closing the door softly but running fast in the empty hall. We ran straight across, and we saw an opening, the end of the hall, which I interoperated as the exit. A guard sat there wondering his on business when he spotted us. Garret made a sudden stop, and pulled a gun from his back pocket. I gave a small gasp, and at the time being, he had shot the guard, now lying dead. It was a historic moment for me, the first time in two years since I been out in the open air. Thus the air wasn’t pleasant since the club was located were the trash were dumped so Alexander wouldn’t get caught. But I had no time to admire the day I got liberated, not yet. We got on a crimson red sports car, which shone under the moonlight. He started the sucker up, and with a quick stomp, the car travel immense speeds. That was until we reached society, and he went at regular speeds as how the rest of the machines operated. We were at a highway, bright red, and white lights shone in every corner. Not including the lights besides us, from all the stores and buildings, it was a remarkable experience. He turned the volume up till my ears where throbbing from the pain with the bass. He sang some of the Rock ‘n Roll songs played by the radio, thunderous and plain for the world to hear. My foot tapped with the rhythm, and I soon began too took pleasure in the ride this stranger gave me. “So what’s your name?” His sang tuning with the song that was playing, his eyes on the road, but his soul facing me. “Liz.” I yelled from the noise of the radio. “What!” He yelled back, and turned the radio down for a descent conversation to take in. “Liz.” I repeated, and complemented my name. I thought my name was so simple and not that attractive, I wished at times I had the name Jasmine, or Susanne, Dianne, names that sounded more provocative than Liz. After our name dispute, our voices rested down, and listened to the outside world. I just breathed in the fresh air I had now the pleasure to take, and the freedom I felt. “So do you have a place to stay?” Garret parked the car, in front of us, the view of useless, lifeless, apartments. Now that I thought of it, no, I didn’t. I wanted to find my mom and my dad, the only ones I desire to see. “My parents house.” I said cheerfully, never thinking I was to speak those words. “Okay, good luck.” He said leaving the car, and going upstairs, where the repulsive apartments where. I quickly got out of the car, and climbed up, meeting him in front of one of the apartments. “Are you just going to leave me?” “Umm, yeah I have a life you know.” He barked at me, unlocking the door. “But I don’t know the way.” “So.” He discontinued leaving the door ajar. “I was hoping…” I paused; embarrassed I had to ask if I could stay. “You can stay here.” He smiled opening the door all the way. I stepped in, expecting an unorganized and filthy place, but as he turned the light on, the place was very neat. “Welcome…to my…or my girlfriends, apartment!” He said, as I stand unmoved. He had a girlfriend, and he slept with other girls? What a player! “Can I use your phone?” I felt like an intruder with all the favors he did, and I was asking more. “Sure.” He handed me his Blackberry. “Hey Jessica, I’m home babe.” Before I could dial my parent’s number, which thankfully I haven’t forgotten, I looked ahead to find myself with a good-looking female. Her eyes like no other, so crystal, sapphire eyes that illuminated the room. Her perfectly highlighted hair, made her golden locks become brighten. Her body contained the perfect curved, and her breast much larger than mine. Her smoky make up made her face look natural full of attractiveness. Her eyes met my dull eyes and quickly turned to Garret, who was heading where she was. “Who is she?” Her eyes turned back to me. “Aren’t you going to greet me?” He was now all over her, touching her, and seducing her. She was stiff as a statue, not any of his gentle touch made her tick. He sights and gets a soda out of the kitchen. “She is just my friends girlfriend. She has no home, and he dumped her.” “Do you expect me to believe that?” She sassed him, but he just sat on the couch. Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just standing here at the entrance like a total fool! “Yeah, Cause it’s the truth. She is staying for a while okay.” He said, turning back at her. “Well, she has to have her parents, what is she 14?” “15, and yeah she is going to call them.” “Okay then, she can leave tomorrow.” She said, glancing at me. Garret stands up, and tells me to go outside and call them. I obeyed, and shut the door behind me, leaving me unaccompanied in the sinister. But I had a force that attracted me to the door, and couldn’t help but to listen to their conversation. “She is staying.” Garret said in a harsh voice. “No, if you want me, you have to take her to her parents.” “Why?” “Because she is a girl!” “Calm down, I just need to stick my dick up your pussy, and you’ll change your mind.” “Shut up! No, Garret get rid of her!” “Why are you jealous?” “No, she can’t compare to me!” “You are right.” A silence grew, and I quickly step out of the door. I shook my head, forgetting that they had chat about, and dialed my mom’s phone number. It began to ring. “Mom?” “Excuse me, who is this?” It was she, the same voice, how little did her change! I was so shocked; it took a while before I responded. “Its Liz.” I shouted in happiness. “Liz, oh…I thought you where dead.” How cold my heart greeted me after her words flowed to my ear. “No, I was kidnapped and…” “This is costing me, just do a favor and just hang up.” Nothing could compare the frosty vocabulary. My blood froze by her terms; the heart beat barely making a sound. She hanged up, to her own daughter that hasn’t seen her in two years. “Something wrong?” A voice came up out of the blue. “I am leaving.” Tears again flowed, I almost felt like kneeling down and cry till my heart came out. “Where, I’ll take you.” Garret closed the door behind him. “No, I am leaving by myself.” “Where is it?” “I’m not going to my parents.” “Why?” “They don’t want me.” He didn’t ask any questions, I was better of to the place I was stuck in, believing my parents seek for me. He glanced at the moon, and turned his head forward to me. “Well, you are staying then.” “Your girl friend doesn’t want me here. I herd you guys.” “Oh, so you herd our conversation?” “That’s what I said.” “And about the part about sticking…” “Yeah that too.” “Oh, so you did hear everything you little booger!” I just gazed down. Not wanting to speak to anyone. “Well I don’t care about what she says, I am the boss.” He chuckled, and grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside. Jessica just looked away as I entered. “Plus between you and me, she ain’t that great in bed.” “You told her she was I could compare to her.” I stated. “No, that is what she said, I just agreed. She can’t compare to you. She is a total slut.” A smile popped up my face, and I was trying for it to leave, but it stayed there for a while, “You’ll sleep in the sofa tonight.” He offered a pillow and a blanket, which I had to receive. Without any good nights or any interrogations, he turned the lights off, leaving to his dormitory with Jessica. I had in mind all the things that had happened today. I was mostly concerned about my parents. My mom. She spoke so cruelly to me. Was she honestly meaning all those words? Had she really forgotten me, and believed I was dead? I gave a small weep, my face buried on the pillows so they would not hear my howl. But as the night grew old, and my eyes, could do nothing but shed tears, I heard noises from the other room. I stayed in my place, not bothering what was happening, but my curiosity was tormenting me. I inaudibly stood up, and tip toes my way to their room. The door half closed, I manage to peek there undiscovered. Garret was fucking Jessica! I required leaving, but I couldn’t resist staying and watched. She was on top of him moaning in pleasure. She rode him as he was a horse, and she went on hard. He in the other hand just lay there, while she was engorging the satisfaction. He didn’t moan, his hands placed on her hips, and nothing more. I had sat down for half and hour, and I decide to leave, but as I took my last peek, I noticed Garrets eyes. Damn it, he saw me! The obvious was to run away, but he just smiled as she humped him faster. I turned away, and quickly rested on the couch were I was supposed to be in the first place. The noise continued bothering me for a while and it suddenly stopped and I blubber was herd. I loud weep! Was she hurt? Had he fucked her so hard that it made her cry? No, I doubted it. But all the questions had to wait and whatever it was I wasn’t going to find out till tomorrow, since at that very moment, I had plunged to sleep regarding the situation in the next room.

Chapter 1. “Now what do you want?” My lips where glossing from the lights in the dressing room, every girl getting ready for tonight. “Stop the attitude missy, now come on, you have a client.” Lea snapped at me, fixing her fishnets up to her thighs. “No, I am tired, please!” I turned to her, hoping she would let me go this once, but her response was always the same. Two years I was in this business, since I had been kidnapped and forced into the job. Now, it is worthless for me to try to escape. I prayed every night for my escape but it is always neglected, stuck in this fucking hellhole. As girls like me where called “Slaves” we had to please the many clients who came. A guy named Alexander ran the place, oh what a cruel man he was. He would kidnap girls, and sell their bodies to guys, and I was one of them. Alexander ran Slave on Bars, the name of the bar I was in. His father had died recent days, so he was now in charge, but as the manager, he was pretty young and tough, and yet he was at times good hearted. No one ever told me his real age, but he seemed 18, maybe 19 by his young features. I was 16 currently, and my honey eyes, swelling with tears. Lea had been the assistant of Alexander and she was older than him, 25 to be exact. She would hit any girl who would leave a customer unsatisfied, and were suffered by humiliation I haven’t experienced. All the girls in this room, except for Lea, had the same situation as mine. They had been all kidnapped, and forced to work here, and their ages similar as mine, from 12 to 19. But when you turn twenty, or you are misbehaving, or leaving too many customers unsatisfied, you are forced to leave life forever. They way the would terminate you was atrocious and heartless. They would take all your bones apart, rip ‘em and give them to the dogs as treats, and for the flesh you had once lived upon, were dumped in the streams, the meal for the fishes. A door opened suddenly as my thoughts rumbled, and Alexander stepped in, and watched the girls all lined up immediately. It was a drill, every time he stepped into these doors, we were instructed to line up in front of him, side by side, for unknown reasons. He snickered silently, proud to have abducted our souls, in exchange for his own uses. He touched a couple of girls down their skirts, and both of them decided to do nothing but shut their eyes tightly and moan silently. But no one ever experienced my encounters with him. He would not sleep with any of the girls in this institution, but me, because as the manger, he was not to do that, but only the professionals. (The professionals who were the real time prostitutes coming from other countries for him.) For it was our little secret that no one could know, and if there were to find out, I would be a nice treat to the dogs. He was too, the guy I lost my virginity with, and the guy I couldn’t help but order his commands. He licked his fingers after he was done, teasing the other girls, and signaling them to depart. Everyone left to start their horrifying night with aged human beings, not having any mercy on us. After everyone was released, even Lea, he orders me to stay tonight, for reasons to be predicted. His blonde highlighted bangs shined too in the intense beam. His navy blue eyes pierced onto mine. He petted my coal medium curls, my golden skin shivering by his touch. I knew that tonight’s client was to be him. “Don’t worry, you’ll have your client tonight, but,” He said, pulling my cherry miniskirt up. “I should have a little fun too.” “Please don’t!” I screamed on top of my lungs repeating my sentence, his finger making their way down. I shed tears, (every client that I ever had, waterworks would start pouring, for I was not meant to be use the way I was.) Alexander had had it with me a bunch of times; he had an obsession with my body as he said every time he would splash my face with his cum. “Hey, I am paying her to be with me, not you.” A voice came up, and Alexander stopped his way in, a guy with short bangs and spiky black hair. Hs green eyes shined too, he had the perfect features of an attractive male. Alexander grinned, but smiled afterwards. He took his hands down, but put his hands on my rear end. “Out of all the girls here, why you picked her brother?” My mouth turned dry, and my skin pale as the lights above me. “I just do.” He smiled. Brothers? I thought. I never knew Alexander had brothers, or ever expected. A deep silence covered the room, our breathing and pulse was the only sound accompanying the hush. “Well, pick someone else, this one if thirsty for me.” He licked my cheek, slowly and intensely my eyes shutting from the locomotion. I turned away in discuss, trying to push away from him, but he would do nothing but pull me closer. His brother stepped forward and grabbed my arm trying to break me free, but Alexander was just too muscular, and each of them had one of my arms. “I could share her tonight if you want to join?” Alexander’s evil smirk appeared once again. “No, I want her alone.” “You better be paying her good, Garret, cause it is your first and last time with her.” Alexander let me go, Garret a hold of me now. ‘Who says I’m not coming back for more?” Garret made the same facial expression as Alexander’s and from that, I could tell they were related. Alexander pissed of, whispered into my ear. “After your done with this bastard, you come to my office, okay?” His voice penetrated into my brain leaving a scar there to remained the full hours of darkness. “Now let’s see what you are made of.” Garret mumbled, and we exit the changing room. We stood on the hall, rooms containing the walls of it. We sauntered slowly, searching for an available room. I could hear the complaining and the satisfaction of men and girls in the rooms. Thumping was usual, and crying was expected, s how I began. I was terrified, even if I had this situation for two years already, but it felt as if it was my first time. “That’s turning me on.” He smacked his lips, and continued. I was behind him, his hand grasped into mine. For his features, he appeared a little bit older than me, but not older than Alexander. Seventeen was my presumption. He finally found a space for us, and unfastens the door, not too much in case someone was occupying the room. It was empty, so we stepped in, and he flung me violently into the rosy bed, my dark thoughts tormenting me. He stood in front of me, slowly unbuttoning his shirt off, as I sat on the middle of the bed, frightened and alarmed. He observed me as he gradually took his top off revealing his abs and all the wonders of a man, and soon his hand unzipping his jeans, leaving his boxers on, and crawling into my side. He slowly began taking my strapless tank top out of my body, my tears starting to come back as he examine my breast, a strapless bra covering my nipples. He smiled at them as if they were his two precious babies. He began slobbering my neck with his lips, which my body resisted by shaking. “Are you nervous?” He chuckled at my uncontrollable shaking. “I don’t want…” I stopped, for it was a million times I had stated this, and a million times I had been rejected. I wiped the water from my bloody red eyes away, and was prepared to sacrifice my body once again. I expected for him to laugh even harder at my half stated sentence, but instead, he had stopped. I stare at him, questioning why he wasn’t undressing me, or speaking his polluted intellect into my used ears. He sat down in front of me, both of us half undressed, as more moans surrounded us. “How long have you been working with my brother?” Garret suddenly asked me a question that I never expected a client to ask. “Two years.” My lips barely letting the words go still shocked by his remark. “Who did you loose it with, my brother?” I nodded, not exactly knowing why he asked me such questions. He gawked at me for a while, and I could see thru his boxers that he was ready to pierce that thing inside me. But he restrained himself; to ask me these questions I still could fully explain. His thumb came across my lashes, wiping the little tears left in me. “What’s your name?” He asked. But it was a rule here to not revel your identity, one of the few rules here. The other rule that also was important was to not ‘kiss’ the client on the lips, which was rare since you are having sexual contact. So, therefore, I had never had my first kiss, yet I wasn’t a virgin. “I can’t say. It’s a rule here, and you should know since you are Alexander’s brother.” I pulled a sheet form the bed to cover my breast, preventing him to be even more tempted. “Don’t be fussy, or else you ain’t getting out of here.” “What do you mean?” “I mean I could maybe get you the hell out of here.” My eyes widened as he spoke those words I thought in my entire life I wasn’t to hear. My mouth turned to a desert, gulping every, tiny saliva I had in me. Water began tumbling down my cheeks, but for the wrong reasons. No longer these tears were from harsh treatment, but for happiness, a feeling I had left behind when I was taken. My ears didn’t expect this, and my brain repeating the words he spoke a minute ago to me, making sure this was no dream. “You seem sad about what I have told you, since you are crying.” He smiled; a beautiful grin without any sin within them, pure and truthful containing every inch. “No, I am shocked, I…I didn’t except this to ever…” My words could arrange themselves for I was to energize, but soon consoling down, for he might as well just be messing with my intellect. “Don’t worry, I get you.” He stood up, putting his jeans up again. “You aren’t kidding? But why?” I asked sitting there as if I were a motionless statue. “I think you have suffered enough here, unlike other girls, they in time start liking their new job. The other girls just give in for me, but you…” He paused, giving it a thought, and continued. “You are different.” I blushed for no reason, and he could tell right away, even if I contained a golden skin. I quickly snatched my tank top, but he stopped me. He handed me his button up indigo shirt. “We don’t want you to look like one of the girls here.” Not only was he kind and good looking, but also he was smart. But his brother was too, but his kindness only showed when I was alone with him. I put it on, his cologne being so graceful and attractive. I shook my head from the spell of the smell, and waited for his next command. He told me to go under the sheets, and pretend to be asleep. I do as I am told, but leaving one eye a bit opened to see what he was to do next. He opened the door slowly, but it suddenly busted opened, Garret pushed out of the way. I saw standing in the other side of the room, Alexander, his eyes full of rage. “Are you done?” Alexander peeked over his shoulders, and saw me laying down, not showing I had his shirt on. “No, I wanted some water, but we are still going.” He said confidently. “I didn’t hear any screams from Liz, and she is a screamer.” I felt ashamed when Alexander said that, my temperature rising furiously. “Well you didn’t come soon enough to hear it.” “Finish her fast.” Alexander shut the door in front of him, leaving a silence behind. He turned to me immediately. “I didn’t know you were a screamer.” He chortled. I sat down, my eyes enraged at his comment. His fingers indicated me to come forward, next to where he stood. He opened the door once again, and locked the doorknob. He looked both ways before he grabbed my hand tightly. Then he shoots out, me behind him, as a cannon ball, closing the door softly but running fast in the empty hall. We ran straight across, and we saw an opening, the end of the hall, which I interoperated as the exit. A guard sat there wondering his on business when he spotted us. Garret made a sudden stop, and pulled a gun from his back pocket. I gave a small gasp, and at the time being, he had shot the guard, now lying dead. It was a historic moment for me, the first time in two years since I been out in the open air. Thus the air wasn’t pleasant since the club was located were the trash were dumped so Alexander wouldn’t get caught. But I had no time to admire the day I got liberated, not yet. We got on a crimson red sports car, which shone under the moonlight. He started the sucker up, and with a quick stomp, the car travel immense speeds. That was until we reached society, and he went at regular speeds as how the rest of the machines operated. We were at a highway, bright red, and white lights shone in every corner. Not including the lights besides us, from all the stores and buildings, it was a remarkable experience. He turned the volume up till my ears where throbbing from the pain with the bass. He sang some of the Rock ‘n Roll songs played by the radio, thunderous and plain for the world to hear. My foot tapped with the rhythm, and I soon began too took pleasure in the ride this stranger gave me. “So what’s your name?” His sang tuning with the song that was playing, his eyes on the road, but his soul facing me. “Liz.” I yelled from the noise of the radio. “What!” He yelled back, and turned the radio down for a descent conversation to take in. “Liz.” I repeated, and complemented my name. I thought my name was so simple and not that attractive, I wished at times I had the name Jasmine, or Susanne, Dianne, names that sounded more provocative than Liz. After our name dispute, our voices rested down, and listened to the outside world. I just breathed in the fresh air I had now the pleasure to take, and the freedom I felt. “So do you have a place to stay?” Garret parked the car, in front of us, the view of useless, lifeless, apartments. Now that I thought of it, no, I didn’t. I wanted to find my mom and my dad, the only ones I desire to see. “My parents house.” I said cheerfully, never thinking I was to speak those words. “Okay, good luck.” He said leaving the car, and going upstairs, where the repulsive apartments where. I quickly got out of the car, and climbed up, meeting him in front of one of the apartments. “Are you just going to leave me?” “Umm, yeah I have a life you know.” He barked at me, unlocking the door. “But I don’t know the way.” “So.” He discontinued leaving the door ajar. “I was hoping…” I paused; embarrassed I had to ask if I could stay. “You can stay here.” He smiled opening the door all the way. I stepped in, expecting an unorganized and filthy place, but as he turned the light on, the place was very neat. “Welcome…to my…or my girlfriends, apartment!” He said, as I stand unmoved. He had a girlfriend, and he slept with other girls? What a player! “Can I use your phone?” I felt like an intruder with all the favors he did, and I was asking more. “Sure.” He handed me his Blackberry. “Hey Jessica, I’m home babe.” Before I could dial my parent’s number, which thankfully I haven’t forgotten, I looked ahead to find myself with a good-looking female. Her eyes like no other, so crystal, sapphire eyes that illuminated the room. Her perfectly highlighted hair, made her golden locks become brighten. Her body contained the perfect curved, and her breast much larger than mine. Her smoky make up made her face look natural full of attractiveness. Her eyes met my dull eyes and quickly turned to Garret, who was heading where she was. “Who is she?” Her eyes turned back to me. “Aren’t you going to greet me?” He was now all over her, touching her, and seducing her. She was stiff as a statue, not any of his gentle touch made her tick. He sights and gets a soda out of the kitchen. “She is just my friends girlfriend. She has no home, and he dumped her.” “Do you expect me to believe that?” She sassed him, but he just sat on the couch. Oh, don’t mind me, I’m just standing here at the entrance like a total fool! “Yeah, Cause it’s the truth. She is staying for a while okay.” He said, turning back at her. “Well, she has to have her parents, what is she 14?” “15, and yeah she is going to call them.” “Okay then, she can leave tomorrow.” She said, glancing at me. Garret stands up, and tells me to go outside and call them. I obeyed, and shut the door behind me, leaving me unaccompanied in the sinister. But I had a force that attracted me to the door, and couldn’t help but to listen to their conversation. “She is staying.” Garret said in a harsh voice. “No, if you want me, you have to take her to her parents.” “Why?” “Because she is a girl!” “Calm down, I just need to stick my dick up your pussy, and you’ll change your mind.” “Shut up! No, Garret get rid of her!” “Why are you jealous?” “No, she can’t compare to me!” “You are right.” A silence grew, and I quickly step out of the door. I shook my head, forgetting that they had chat about, and dialed my mom’s phone number. It began to ring. “Mom?” “Excuse me, who is this?” It was she, the same voice, how little did her change! I was so shocked; it took a while before I responded. “Its Liz.” I shouted in happiness. “Liz, oh…I thought you where dead.” How cold my heart greeted me after her words flowed to my ear. “No, I was kidnapped and…” “This is costing me, just do a favor and just hang up.” Nothing could compare the frosty vocabulary. My blood froze by her terms; the heart beat barely making a sound. She hanged up, to her own daughter that hasn’t seen her in two years. “Something wrong?” A voice came up out of the blue. “I am leaving.” Tears again flowed, I almost felt like kneeling down and cry till my heart came out. “Where, I’ll take you.” Garret closed the door behind him. “No, I am leaving by myself.” “Where is it?” “I’m not going to my parents.” “Why?” “They don’t want me.” He didn’t ask any questions, I was better of to the place I was stuck in, believing my parents seek for me. He glanced at the moon, and turned his head forward to me. “Well, you are staying then.” “Your girl friend doesn’t want me here. I herd you guys.” “Oh, so you herd our conversation?” “That’s what I said.” “And about the part about sticking…” “Yeah that too.” “Oh, so you did hear everything you little booger!” I just gazed down. Not wanting to speak to anyone. “Well I don’t care about what she says, I am the boss.” He chuckled, and grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside. Jessica just looked away as I entered. “Plus between you and me, she ain’t that great in bed.” “You told her she was I could compare to her.” I stated. “No, that is what she said, I just agreed. She can’t compare to you. She is a total slut.” A smile popped up my face, and I was trying for it to leave, but it stayed there for a while, “You’ll sleep in the sofa tonight.” He offered a pillow and a blanket, which I had to receive. Without any good nights or any interrogations, he turned the lights off, leaving to his dormitory with Jessica. I had in mind all the things that had happened today. I was mostly concerned about my parents. My mom. She spoke so cruelly to me. Was she honestly meaning all those words? Had she really forgotten me, and believed I was dead? I gave a small weep, my face buried on the pillows so they would not hear my howl. But as the night grew old, and my eyes, could do nothing but shed tears, I heard noises from the other room. I stayed in my place, not bothering what was happening, but my curiosity was tormenting me. I inaudibly stood up, and tip toes my way to their room. The door half closed, I manage to peek there undiscovered. Garret was fucking Jessica! I required leaving, but I couldn’t resist staying and watched. She was on top of him moaning in pleasure. She rode him as he was a horse, and she went on hard. He in the other hand just lay there, while she was engorging the satisfaction. He didn’t moan, his hands placed on her hips, and nothing more. I had sat down for half and hour, and I decide to leave, but as I took my last peek, I noticed Garrets eyes. Damn it, he saw me! The obvious was to run away, but he just smiled as she humped him faster. I turned away, and quickly rested on the couch were I was supposed to be in the first place. The noise continued bothering me for a while and it suddenly stopped and I blubber was herd. I loud weep! Was she hurt? Had he fucked her so hard that it made her cry? No, I doubted it. But all the questions had to wait and whatever it was I wasn’t going to find out till tomorrow, since at that very moment, I had plunged to sleep regarding the situation in the next room.

-Under the bridge, based on a true story- Tuesday: "I, uhm, I.... I really like you. I love you." I knew this was coming. I stood there as he declared his undying love, as others had before. I waited, then broke the news, "I like girls." This had happened at least three times before. Boys would 'fall in love' with me. And I'd tell them that I... bat for the other team. We were sat in the park, me and Micheal. I was sat on the swing and he was stood up next to me. He was looking down at his feet, struggling to find words. "That's cool, I don't mind." He replied and told me how he was accepting of it, but he hoped we could still be friends. "Of course! Nothing's changed with our friendship." I told him. In truth, it was annoying- having him lust after me and tell me I'm 'beautiful' all the time. Sunday: I was sat on the sofa after dinner, when there was a knock at the door. I looked out of the window, it was Micheal. I went to the door and he came in for a while, then I pulled on my leather jacket and we went out. We walked for a bit, then got to a shaded area of forest. I took him under the bridge, it was quiet under there and it was beginning to get dark. We'd watched the sun setting. I like that, watching the sun. I like to be out and surrounded by nature. We were both quiet and my thoughts were wandering. Recently I'd been having thoughts about men. I'd known all my life that I liked girls, but recently I'd been getting sexual feelings towards men. I didn't like them in a romantic way, but whenever I masturbated, I'd think about men and how I wanted so much to feel a dick inside me. I though- I hoped- that it was just some teenage phase. Perhaps. We were just standing under the darkened bridge. "What do you want to do?" I asked. "I don't mind Kacey." Micheal replied. I moved closer to him. It was awkward and there was a real sexual tension in the air. I was really wet. Micheal stood awkwardly. "Micheal...." I started. He remained quiet. I moved closer. I stopped moving toward him and lent against the wall. Micheal followed. I moved closer to him, our arms touching. I was getting really wet at the thought of what we could be doing, this could be my chance to try it out with a guy, to see if the feelings had any meaning. I moved round and lent against him- unable to take the frustration any longer. "Wha...." he started, in surprise. Right then I kissed him. It was... okay, but it was certainly making me even wetter. I was so wet my panties were soaking through. "Look, I know what I said- and I AM gay. But, I've been starting to have feelings for guys recently and I think we both know, that there is so much sexual tension right now." He gave a slight nod, not knowing what to make of the situation. I slipped my hand through his black jeans and stroked his cock. It was hard, I knew it would be. I wasn't sure what to do, I was still a virgin but I'd seen a lot of porn videos, and read a lot of stuff. We were both sixteen, so it was legal and all. I moved down slowly till I was on my knees. I unzipped his jeans and got out his massive erect cock. Even in comparison to porn videos, his cock was really big- especially for a sixteen year old. It was thick too, really thick. I got to my knees and started to lick up and down his shaft. Right from the balls to the tip, I lingered at the tip for a while, stroking my tongue over the very tip of his cock. I took the head in my mouth and started sucking on it gently, covering it with my saliva. I pushed a bit further, and further. I was going slowly. Every now and then I lingered on the tip and licked him. He let out a moan and stroked the back of my head. He was a virgin too. I started to get faster, moving my mouth swiftly up and down his big cock, getting faster and faster each time. He moaned more and I started thrusting my whole head as far as I could, each time increasing with speed and intensity. He was thrusting his pelvis against my head. as his cock slipped further onto my warm, wet mouth. His hands were on the back of my head, pushing me forward, letting me twist on the way back up. I reached up with my hands, and started to stroke his balls with one, rubbing his shaft with the other. I kept going, faster and harder. His hands reached down to grab my hair as I was sliding my mouth against his dick with intense passion. I could feel him getting ready to cum, it was making me so wet. "OOOOOOH" he cried, as he thrust his cock right into my moth, cumming straight down my throat, I clasped his cock in my mouth, It was deep, in to the balls, his love running down my throat, as I withdrew I swallowed the rest and suckled on the tip of his cock, as the last few drops squirted into my moth. I took my time cleaning him up with my tongue, and he became partially erect once more. I looked up at him and smiled, he looked down into my eyes and smiled back. "How was I?" I asked. "Fucking great," he panted in return. I stood up to meet his eyes. "I, uhm..... I want to, please you." He panted shyly. I looked down in embarrassment and laughed, "It's fine," I said, "You don't have to, I don't mind... helping you out." I said. "No." "I want to." He asserted. I looked down more, "I.... I need to Kacey." Right then his hand slipped into my jeans and I moaned. "Are you sure?" I asked him. "Yes." HE replied. "mmmmm" I moaned, his cold long fingers stroking my wet pussy. "Do you, now how to?" I asked, I wasn't expecting much." He looked unsure but said "I'll try, okay? And then you can tell me if it's okay." I nodded and he started. I thought he'd go straight for my pussy hole, and start fingering me, but to my surprise- he didn't. It was as though he knew what he was doing. Really knew. He started rubbing me softly, from my soaking wet pussy to my clit. Then, he used my juice to make small circles around my little clit. I moaned softly and lent against him. He was using his fingers to rub me, then he'd move them fast across it, varying the pressure. It felt amazing. Suddenly, he lifted me up, still rubbing me, and carried me to a nearby wall where I'd lain my jacket. He laid me down there and with his free hand, pulled down my jeans and pants. With one hand, he was rubbing my clit and with the other, rubbing my pussy hole, making circles with his hand. He pushed his fingers in slightly, but didn't penetrate me at all. I could feel it building up in my body as his movement became quicker and quicker. I groaned loudly "ohh, Micheal, yeah..." Right then, in one swift motion, he moved his finger away from my clit and pressed his mouth against it, flicking it with his tongue. He now had both hands playing with my pussy hole whilst his tongue pressed against my clit. This was it, I was going to cum. His movements got faster and harder, he slipped his fingers in to my hole and finger fucked me. I was reaching a state of pure ecstasy, he was an expert- a genius, a.... "OOOOOOOOH MY GOD!" I screamed, my head flung back and my hands pressed his head against my pussy. I Screamed and "ooooooooooooooooh" I was squirting my juice into his mouth and he was still sucking and licking and playing with me hard. I had the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, in my life. eventually he slowed as I'd emptied all my juice into his mouth. "That was... I..." I was panting. He moved me down, and kissed me, letting me taste my juice. I leaned against his strong body, I never thought I could feel this way for any man. My pussy was lent against his bare cock- he'd taken off his jeans and mine were still down. I could feel him getting even harder than he already was. We stood there for a while, embracing each other, in pure heaven. Then, he lifted me back onto the wall. I took off my jeans completely and spread my legs as he leaned against me, the wall was the perfect height for his cock to be leaning against my soaking pussy. "I want you inside me" I said then. He looked astonished. "But... I d-don't eve have a condom!" He said. "I NEED you Micheal, please." "I'm cool with it" he replied "But... only if your sure..." And right then I pushed my pussy tight against his massive, hard cock. He just nodded, and smiled. He started with the tip, putting it just inside me- driving me crazy. Then, he pushed in a bit further, inch by inch. It hurt, but felt so good. His massive cock in my virgin pussy felt amazing, no plastic between us... pure heaven. Then, I jumped onto him, still with barely the tip inside me. He knew- knew what I wanted, still holding me he turned and sat on the wall himself. And then, I sat on his cock. It went right it- until my pussy was touching his balls- I'd done it so fast and let out a massive cry, but I sat there. A tear of pain rolled down my cheek. Micheal went to talk but I put my finger to his mouth , "shhh." Then, I moved up and down, once slowly but after that...... "Micheal, I want to do this right... and fucking hard" I told him, he nodded and understood. Right then he put one hand on my clit and began rubbing it gently, following me as I shoved my pussy straight down his shaft- I screamed again but started to pound his big cock. I was pounding so fast and hard.... Micheal increased the speed and pressure with which he was rubbing me. I screamed again. "OOOOOOH" Faster and faster. Now Micheal started to thrust his pelvis, meeting with my pussy. The sound of my thighs slapping against his was so loud, and so fast- but we didn't care. We were fucking each other. That's all that mattered. We kept on for almost five minutes before we both released at the same time, I screamed so loud as we thrust hard against each other and my pussy clamped down in his dick. I felt him squirting his cum deep into my pussy and my juice squirted down his balls. I collapsed onto him. Breathing heavily. my pussy still tingling with the last few orgasmic spasms.We just sat there, his cock, still erect, deep inside me. Peaceful almost. Right then, a woman, middle aged with blonde hair walked up to the bridge we were under. I noticed her and tried quickly to move. "Don't...." she said. And put her hand up. I was scared and confused and looked at Micheal, he too looked worried. "I've been watching you..." she said with a smile. "You're good, both of you. And brave, so very brave." I was frozen, not knowing what to do. The woman walked up to us. "If you'll allow it" she said with a little laugh, "I'd like to help you out...." With this she reached around my body and put her hand on my clit and, I can't deny, it felt amazing.....

A last check around the house,everything was ready,everything in place.I loved this house,I had been fortunate buying it in Clapham before the market went insane.It had been an early suggestion of Robs',to invest in something that didn't disappear up my nose.At that time I partied hard,played hard.Twenty five and still running. Now I had my little oasis,others thought it odd we did not live together,but he knew how important it was that I could lock the door.Then there was the fact he always joked he was insufferable to live with.In my experience that’s why most relationships founder,people don't accept they are not a dream companion twenty four hours a day,seven days a week. So he had his place,I had mine,and we still shared more than the average husband and wife would ever dream of.Today was a prime example. A few years earlier we had discovered I could never have children,scarring,a reminder of unpleasant episodes in my life.We had mourned,moved on,but one dark night he forced me to confess my disappointment,the secret dream I had held hidden.Unable to bear his children he had devised this way of doing things instead.It worked,and all in all was a more realistic scenario. The scenario?Well if I could not offer him a daughter,I could do the next best thing. I looked at the clock,it was time to go,calling Holly I clipped the lead to her collar."Come on Holly,we are going for a drive"Her ears perked up.She loved the car,would sit happily for hours,her wet black nose poking out into the fume filled traffic.Supposedly dogs have a better sense of smell than us,no one seems to have told Holly that. Parking at Victoria ,was as usual, awful.I ended up on a meter,feeding it pound coins in anticipation of a long wait.This was not the day to get a parking ticket.Once in the station I sat quietly,the rush of people,arriving,parting,hugging,swearing.Some lost in music,others focused ,striding ahead.As always I started inventing lives for them.It was a hang over from my working days.This one a doctor with a guilty secret.That one a caring for a sick wife. I bent down and scratched holly between the ears.She was patient ,as I was,but this wasn’t the ideal environment for a dog .Watching the passengers wearily leave the latest bus to arrive I did not think we would be waiting much longer.It was from Newcastle.They would be tense,tired after the long dull journey south. One of the last to get off she was tall, slim,well dressed,clutching her backpack as if it contained her life savings,which it probably did.As well as books no doubt,and probably a teddy,hidden away at the bottom.I had learnt to avoid the girls with make up and fashionable clothes,the ones who knew already nothing came for free.She looked around 13,that moment between child and woman . “Come on “I said to Holly,”I think we have found her.” She was standing at the exit,drawing up the courage to plunge herself into the city.This was the point of no return,the bus will have seemed unreal,this was it,life as a runaway.. “Excuse me I think you have dropped this” She turned,looking at me then at the the purse ,confused she almost went to check her pocket,despite not recognising the purse in my hand. “Oh no that’s not mine,”Not a strong Geordie accent,I had guessed right,a nice girl from a nice family.For a moment I saw a ghost ,another girl arriving in London,running away from things she did not even admit to herself.Part of the reason I was so good at this ,I had stood,uncertain and afraid,trying to work out what to do next. “Oh, I saw it by your feet,and assumed, it was yours.I suppose I had better hand it in,some poor soul will be going mad.”See how respectable I am ,how decent and honest.I looked around,as if wondering what to do “I was only here to see my daughter off, they must have a lost property office.Could you do me a favour ,hold Holly for me while I go to look?” She looked down at Holly,her laughing mouth,her ears pricked,her tail wagging.She bent down her top hanging forward as she patted Holly on the head.I could see the small tits ,the roundness just filling her bra. “Sure “she said,smiling at the dog.As I walked away I knew I had her.A quick visit to the toilet to dump the empty purse,bought that day at Claire's accessories,We would chat ,I would express my horror at her situation and she would be persuaded to come back with me to my safe welcoming home. In the car we chatted about how I had first come to London at 15,how I couldn't stand home anymore,I wanted to be free.Putting the words she needed into her mouth.I could see her relaxing,nodding as I understood,in a way “they” did not.She told me of her parents,separated for years ,but still fighting.How they both tried to control her life,and use her to score points.I sensed other things ,untold on the edges of her words. “Here we are”I said brightly as I parked up.”Home sweet home.Can you get Hollies lead I don't want her running onto the road”.She was in fact well trained,as soon as we got in she would find her basket and remain there,no matter what she heard.But I wanted the girl to feel useful,needed. The front door closed behind us and I felt the tension building in my chest.The wetness between my legs,the desire ,the need. She put her bag down and turned towards me. A slap across her face,sudden,leaving a mark against her pale skin. “You really are a silly little slut aren’t you,did mummy never tell you not to go off with strangers?” Shock,fear,confusion.I wanted to slap her again,to feel her resist, I wondered how those arms would feel as I gripped them.But I needed to get her upstairs to the bedroom.She must be scared,not paralysed. “Upstairs ,now” I ordered. At the top of the stairs she paused,I pushed her through the open bedroom door,caught by surprise she stumbled,falling to the floor.The sight of her sprawling,looking up at me was almost to much.I took a deep breath to contain my self. “Clothes off now ” “I don't, I don't understand,”she stammered,looking up with tear filled eyes,I stood over her resisting the urge to kiss those wet cheeks. “Its very simple, you are going to remove your clothes.” “I will go to the police,I will”She said in a voice trying to sound confident. “Who will not believe you and will return you home,to the fights,even less freedom,to the hours spent in your bedroom wondering,waiting” At this last comment I glimpsed the darkness in her eyes and knew I had chosen well.I was rarely wrong,like Holly I was too well trained. She remained still,her eyes big with tears.I stood over her and looked down,not speaking.This was the moment on which it all turned.If she chose to fight now there would be violence,rage,her pale skin would be bruised and scratched.A different dance,but one with its own pleasures. But if she co operated,if she allowed herself to be used,then things could take a different path Her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned her shirt,slipping it off her thin shoulders.I decided to help her,obedience is easier for some than choosing. “Stand up,take off your shoes and trousers” She did as she was told,and then she stood in front of me,white knickers and bra,looking at the floor,her body trembling.Grabbing her arm i pulled her across to the bed,she cried out with the pain and tried to pull back,I grabbed her hair ,twisting it in my fingers and she fell to her knees.I knew the level of fear I wanted.Once she stopped struggling I released my grip slightly and she allowed herself to be moved to the bed. The restraints were in place,I was practiced in being able to fasten each of them one handed.Sitting astride her I quickly snapped them in place around her wrists.The feel of her beneath me,her twisted face,her heart beating ,I almost lost control.But that was not the plan.I wanted her,but I would take her when the fear,the excitement had reached the chosen moment. I moved,not totally trusting myself.Looking down at her arms outstretched,legs pressed close together,she knew what was coming.Just not how or when. I left the room. “I have her Sir,”The text was brief.I had not failed yet,now I would wait for the reply.Waiting the need in me grew.My clit was burning,my pussy needed to be filled.In the living room was a locked toybox.A handsome oak chest that attracted no attention .Rooting through it I took out the toy needed for later,and my favourite vibe. Lying flat on my back I imagined her struggling on the bed,legs twisting,trying to squeeze her hands out of the restraints.I started to fuck my self,feeling the vibrator fill my pussy,feeling myself tighten around it.Loosing myself in visions of her tear stained face I came as my mobile buzzed. One word ”Proceed” I stripped,out of the respectable clothes,to my natural,naked state.My breasts were still firm,my stomach flat.More muscular than expected,but that was necessary.As always I wished I could wear my dogtags for this,but it had been deemed to dangerous.Without them i still carried the scars on my back,and the circle of my branding.Both pink and twisted against my pale skin. Gathering the strap on , I headed upstairs.The orgasm had not sated me.Instead it had left me burning for more.As I climbed the stairs I could hear myself breathing,the house seemed to be waiting,holding it’s breath.Outside a car engine revved,i was hyper alert,the carpet felt rough against my feet.I could smell my own cunt,hear her still crying where i had left her.I wondered if she was a screamer. I paused before entering the bedroom,a deep breath.A flash to a different room,so many years before,paying rent in the way he suggested to the young welsh lad who had found me wandering the streets.That first time being bent over the end of his sofa in his bedsit,his thick cock entering my arse ,trying not to respond as he found my clit.Years later I still remember his breath against my neck as he came.The rough feel of the sofa beneath me.Trying not to cry,even as I came. I pushed the thoughts away,that had been 25 years ago,I doubted he would even recognise me now.I had to focus on this girl here.I opened the door. She had been lying motionless,but as she heard me enter the room she started struggling again.Her nipples were hard with fear,her eyes clenched shut.I wanted to feel her skin against mine.Putting the strap on down i walked to the bed and sat astride her.She bucked trying to push me off,as they always did.It meant her stomach rubbed against my wet cunt,each time she tried to push me off my clit touched her pale fevered skin. I lent forward,using my greater weight to stop her struggles.Holding her arms in my hands pinning her to the bed. “Be still,you cant escape but you can make this easy or hard” Leaning caused my nipples to brush against her chest,I rocked slightly savouring the sensation.Tremors going through me as I rubbed my cunt and breasts against her naked defenceless body. I wanted to taste her,I lowered my head,taking one tiny hard nipple in my mouth.She gasped,unable to help herself as I traced around it with my tongue.Sucking gently at first,then harder,pulling it slightly with my teeth.I was still holding her down ,but she was no longer struggling.I transferred my attention to the other nipple,teasing sucking ,licking,until I heard a swallowed sound from her.Halfway between a sob and a moan. Caught by her own bodies betrayal,I knew the confusion she would be feeling.The trick was to ensure her excitement over rode her pain. She did not speak,i wondered if she was wet yet?I moved my hand ,gently stroked her between the legs.She jerked in response,and slammed her thighs together.Too late to hide the fact her pussy was soaking though. “Oh,fighting,not a wise move”She looked at me,fear in her eyes.I got up and went over to the dildo,one end went inside me,the other erect,pointing upwards.A cock that was always hard,always ready,unaffected by pleas or tears. The feeling when I strapped it on,a rush went through me.I was glad she had resisted.Much as I wanted to lick her,I wanted this more. She was kicking her legs,but I had the advantage of strength and experience.I pushed her legs back,till her knees were touching her chest and slowly started to push the dildo into her.The tightness,the resistance,i forced myself to go slowly ,even as i wanted to ride uncontrolled on the end in me. She was crying,begging,i pushed harder,knowing she could take more.I started to build up a rhythm,feeling myself close to orgasm.Faster now the plastic cock was properly inside her.I let go of one leg and started playing with her clit.As I fucked her faster I knew I was close to coming,from the change in her breathing,the little cries that had replaced the sobbing,I knew she was too.Faster i rubbed her, clit her legs had relaxed now,she was lost in the sensation,then,a cry,her skin flushed and she came.Now I could loose myself,finally coming as i fucked her,fucked myself,my pussy filled,I came ,gushing over the dildo,her cunt,i cried out,lost in my orgasm,riding the waves of pleasure.She responded,starting to rise up to the thrusts.I lent forward and played with her nipples,her eyes were closed,she was panting.Coming again her legs were wide open now.I knew we had found a new slut,to train,to share,to set on her way. She was showering,embarrassed,angry ,confused,but docile.I sat on the end of the bed,watching the open bathroom door and going through her bag.Tomorrow Rob would come,she would be fucked again,willingly or unwillingly,she would learn her new role,but tonight was about reassurance and getting to know her. At the bottom of the bag was a diary,always worth reading,even if it contained awful teenage poetry.A few photographs fell out.One,a baby picture caught my eye,mum dad,a fat toddler sitting between them.A memory of a perfect family that never existed.The dad in the photo caught my eye,a strange familiarity.Looking closer,I wondered,surely it was too unlikely a coincidence? “Whats your dads name”I asked her,trying to sound casual.When she told me,all I could do was laugh.It seemed the rent had been refunded,with interest.

A last check around the house,everything was ready,everything in place.I loved this house,I had been fortunate buying it in Clapham before the market went insane.It had been an early suggestion of Robs',to invest in something that didn't disappear up my nose.At that time I partied hard,played hard.Twenty five and still running. Now I had my little oasis,others thought it odd we did not live together,but he knew how important it was that I could lock the door.Then there was the fact he always joked he was insufferable to live with.In my experience that’s why most relationships founder,people don't accept they are not a dream companion twenty four hours a day,seven days a week. So he had his place,I had mine,and we still shared more than the average husband and wife would ever dream of.Today was a prime example. A few years earlier we had discovered I could never have children,scarring,a reminder of unpleasant episodes in my life.We had mourned,moved on,but one dark night he forced me to confess my disappointment,the secret dream I had held hidden.Unable to bear his children he had devised this way of doing things instead.It worked,and all in all was a more realistic scenario. The scenario?Well if I could not offer him a daughter,I could do the next best thing. I looked at the clock,it was time to go,calling Holly I clipped the lead to her collar."Come on Holly,we are going for a drive"Her ears perked up.She loved the car,would sit happily for hours,her wet black nose poking out into the fume filled traffic.Supposedly dogs have a better sense of smell than us,no one seems to have told Holly that. Parking at Victoria ,was as usual, awful.I ended up on a meter,feeding it pound coins in anticipation of a long wait.This was not the day to get a parking ticket.Once in the station I sat quietly,the rush of people,arriving,parting,hugging,swearing.Some lost in music,others focused ,striding ahead.As always I started inventing lives for them.It was a hang over from my working days.This one a doctor with a guilty secret.That one a caring for a sick wife. I bent down and scratched holly between the ears.She was patient ,as I was,but this wasn’t the ideal environment for a dog .Watching the passengers wearily leave the latest bus to arrive I did not think we would be waiting much longer.It was from Newcastle.They would be tense,tired after the long dull journey south. One of the last to get off she was tall, slim,well dressed,clutching her backpack as if it contained her life savings,which it probably did.As well as books no doubt,and probably a teddy,hidden away at the bottom.I had learnt to avoid the girls with make up and fashionable clothes,the ones who knew already nothing came for free.She looked around 13,that moment between child and woman . “Come on “I said to Holly,”I think we have found her.” She was standing at the exit,drawing up the courage to plunge herself into the city.This was the point of no return,the bus will have seemed unreal,this was it,life as a runaway.. “Excuse me I think you have dropped this” She turned,looking at me then at the the purse ,confused she almost went to check her pocket,despite not recognising the purse in my hand. “Oh no that’s not mine,”Not a strong Geordie accent,I had guessed right,a nice girl from a nice family.For a moment I saw a ghost ,another girl arriving in London,running away from things she did not even admit to herself.Part of the reason I was so good at this ,I had stood,uncertain and afraid,trying to work out what to do next. “Oh, I saw it by your feet,and assumed, it was yours.I suppose I had better hand it in,some poor soul will be going mad.”See how respectable I am ,how decent and honest.I looked around,as if wondering what to do “I was only here to see my daughter off, they must have a lost property office.Could you do me a favour ,hold Holly for me while I go to look?” She looked down at Holly,her laughing mouth,her ears pricked,her tail wagging.She bent down her top hanging forward as she patted Holly on the head.I could see the small tits ,the roundness just filling her bra. “Sure “she said,smiling at the dog.As I walked away I knew I had her.A quick visit to the toilet to dump the empty purse,bought that day at Claire's accessories,We would chat ,I would express my horror at her situation and she would be persuaded to come back with me to my safe welcoming home. In the car we chatted about how I had first come to London at 15,how I couldn't stand home anymore,I wanted to be free.Putting the words she needed into her mouth.I could see her relaxing,nodding as I understood,in a way “they” did not.She told me of her parents,separated for years ,but still fighting.How they both tried to control her life,and use her to score points.I sensed other things ,untold on the edges of her words. “Here we are”I said brightly as I parked up.”Home sweet home.Can you get Hollies lead I don't want her running onto the road”.She was in fact well trained,as soon as we got in she would find her basket and remain there,no matter what she heard.But I wanted the girl to feel useful,needed. The front door closed behind us and I felt the tension building in my chest.The wetness between my legs,the desire ,the need. She put her bag down and turned towards me. A slap across her face,sudden,leaving a mark against her pale skin. “You really are a silly little slut aren’t you,did mummy never tell you not to go off with strangers?” Shock,fear,confusion.I wanted to slap her again,to feel her resist, I wondered how those arms would feel as I gripped them.But I needed to get her upstairs to the bedroom.She must be scared,not paralysed. “Upstairs ,now” I ordered. At the top of the stairs she paused,I pushed her through the open bedroom door,caught by surprise she stumbled,falling to the floor.The sight of her sprawling,looking up at me was almost to much.I took a deep breath to contain my self. “Clothes off now ” “I don't, I don't understand,”she stammered,looking up with tear filled eyes,I stood over her resisting the urge to kiss those wet cheeks. “Its very simple, you are going to remove your clothes.” “I will go to the police,I will”She said in a voice trying to sound confident. “Who will not believe you and will return you home,to the fights,even less freedom,to the hours spent in your bedroom wondering,waiting” At this last comment I glimpsed the darkness in her eyes and knew I had chosen well.I was rarely wrong,like Holly I was too well trained. She remained still,her eyes big with tears.I stood over her and looked down,not speaking.This was the moment on which it all turned.If she chose to fight now there would be violence,rage,her pale skin would be bruised and scratched.A different dance,but one with its own pleasures. But if she co operated,if she allowed herself to be used,then things could take a different path Her hands were shaking as she unbuttoned her shirt,slipping it off her thin shoulders.I decided to help her,obedience is easier for some than choosing. “Stand up,take off your shoes and trousers” She did as she was told,and then she stood in front of me,white knickers and bra,looking at the floor,her body trembling.Grabbing her arm i pulled her across to the bed,she cried out with the pain and tried to pull back,I grabbed her hair ,twisting it in my fingers and she fell to her knees.I knew the level of fear I wanted.Once she stopped struggling I released my grip slightly and she allowed herself to be moved to the bed. The restraints were in place,I was practiced in being able to fasten each of them one handed.Sitting astride her I quickly snapped them in place around her wrists.The feel of her beneath me,her twisted face,her heart beating ,I almost lost control.But that was not the plan.I wanted her,but I would take her when the fear,the excitement had reached the chosen moment. I moved,not totally trusting myself.Looking down at her arms outstretched,legs pressed close together,she knew what was coming.Just not how or when. I left the room. “I have her Sir,”The text was brief.I had not failed yet,now I would wait for the reply.Waiting the need in me grew.My clit was burning,my pussy needed to be filled.In the living room was a locked toybox.A handsome oak chest that attracted no attention .Rooting through it I took out the toy needed for later,and my favourite vibe. Lying flat on my back I imagined her struggling on the bed,legs twisting,trying to squeeze her hands out of the restraints.I started to fuck my self,feeling the vibrator fill my pussy,feeling myself tighten around it.Loosing myself in visions of her tear stained face I came as my mobile buzzed. One word ”Proceed” I stripped,out of the respectable clothes,to my natural,naked state.My breasts were still firm,my stomach flat.More muscular than expected,but that was necessary.As always I wished I could wear my dogtags for this,but it had been deemed to dangerous.Without them i still carried the scars on my back,and the circle of my branding.Both pink and twisted against my pale skin. Gathering the strap on , I headed upstairs.The orgasm had not sated me.Instead it had left me burning for more.As I climbed the stairs I could hear myself breathing,the house seemed to be waiting,holding it’s breath.Outside a car engine revved,i was hyper alert,the carpet felt rough against my feet.I could smell my own cunt,hear her still crying where i had left her.I wondered if she was a screamer. I paused before entering the bedroom,a deep breath.A flash to a different room,so many years before,paying rent in the way he suggested to the young welsh lad who had found me wandering the streets.That first time being bent over the end of his sofa in his bedsit,his thick cock entering my arse ,trying not to respond as he found my clit.Years later I still remember his breath against my neck as he came.The rough feel of the sofa beneath me.Trying not to cry,even as I came. I pushed the thoughts away,that had been 25 years ago,I doubted he would even recognise me now.I had to focus on this girl here.I opened the door. She had been lying motionless,but as she heard me enter the room she started struggling again.Her nipples were hard with fear,her eyes clenched shut.I wanted to feel her skin against mine.Putting the strap on down i walked to the bed and sat astride her.She bucked trying to push me off,as they always did.It meant her stomach rubbed against my wet cunt,each time she tried to push me off my clit touched her pale fevered skin. I lent forward,using my greater weight to stop her struggles.Holding her arms in my hands pinning her to the bed. “Be still,you cant escape but you can make this easy or hard” Leaning caused my nipples to brush against her chest,I rocked slightly savouring the sensation.Tremors going through me as I rubbed my cunt and breasts against her naked defenceless body. I wanted to taste her,I lowered my head,taking one tiny hard nipple in my mouth.She gasped,unable to help herself as I traced around it with my tongue.Sucking gently at first,then harder,pulling it slightly with my teeth.I was still holding her down ,but she was no longer struggling.I transferred my attention to the other nipple,teasing sucking ,licking,until I heard a swallowed sound from her.Halfway between a sob and a moan. Caught by her own bodies betrayal,I knew the confusion she would be feeling.The trick was to ensure her excitement over rode her pain. She did not speak,i wondered if she was wet yet?I moved my hand ,gently stroked her between the legs.She jerked in response,and slammed her thighs together.Too late to hide the fact her pussy was soaking though. “Oh,fighting,not a wise move”She looked at me,fear in her eyes.I got up and went over to the dildo,one end went inside me,the other erect,pointing upwards.A cock that was always hard,always ready,unaffected by pleas or tears. The feeling when I strapped it on,a rush went through me.I was glad she had resisted.Much as I wanted to lick her,I wanted this more. She was kicking her legs,but I had the advantage of strength and experience.I pushed her legs back,till her knees were touching her chest and slowly started to push the dildo into her.The tightness,the resistance,i forced myself to go slowly ,even as i wanted to ride uncontrolled on the end in me. She was crying,begging,i pushed harder,knowing she could take more.I started to build up a rhythm,feeling myself close to orgasm.Faster now the plastic cock was properly inside her.I let go of one leg and started playing with her clit.As I fucked her faster I knew I was close to coming,from the change in her breathing,the little cries that had replaced the sobbing,I knew she was too.Faster i rubbed her, clit her legs had relaxed now,she was lost in the sensation,then,a cry,her skin flushed and she came.Now I could loose myself,finally coming as i fucked her,fucked myself,my pussy filled,I came ,gushing over the dildo,her cunt,i cried out,lost in my orgasm,riding the waves of pleasure.She responded,starting to rise up to the thrusts.I lent forward and played with her nipples,her eyes were closed,she was panting.Coming again her legs were wide open now.I knew we had found a new slut,to train,to share,to set on her way. She was showering,embarrassed,angry ,confused,but docile.I sat on the end of the bed,watching the open bathroom door and going through her bag.Tomorrow Rob would come,she would be fucked again,willingly or unwillingly,she would learn her new role,but tonight was about reassurance and getting to know her. At the bottom of the bag was a diary,always worth reading,even if it contained awful teenage poetry.A few photographs fell out.One,a baby picture caught my eye,mum dad,a fat toddler sitting between them.A memory of a perfect family that never existed.The dad in the photo caught my eye,a strange familiarity.Looking closer,I wondered,surely it was too unlikely a coincidence? “Whats your dads name”I asked her,trying to sound casual.When she told me,all I could do was laugh.It seemed the rent had been refunded,with interest.

The Private school has a lot of rumors, as most schools do, but I didn’t believe half of them. I always thought that they were just jokes, stories to impress or hurt others. It wasn’t until sophomore year that I found out how many of them might had been truth. I will recall as many as I can. I am not too sure how many were true or not, but I guess you will just have to figure that one out for yourself… My first story begins with Val, the story of how he lost his virginity. Believe it or not, but this is what he said... There were three Megans: Megan M., Megan H., and Megan W., Each a different personality, clique and look. Megan M. was a tall, slender, attractive girl; she had a light brown hair that went to just below her shoulders and light brown eyes. She was very athletic, Varsity Soccer and Volleyball. She was a shy girl who had the kindest of voices. She was the kind of girl whose voice you never minded hearing. She didn’t have the largest breasts, but her tight uniform shirt always made you want to see more. She didn’t have the biggest butt, but her skirt could never be too short. Megan H. was a shorter girl, around five feet tall, she was one of the more popular and outgoing girls. She had dark brown hair and dark mischievous eyes. Megan H. had breast that were barely b-cup but that was fine, because she was sexy as hell anyways. Even the way she talked could turn you on, and just about everyone that hung out with her had fantasized about being with her, even the girls. Megan W. was shy and brainy. She was the kind who did chess club and robotics. She had long dirty blonde hair that went to just below her shoulders, and light blue-green eyes. Just because she was nerdy did not mean she wasn’t hot, she was thin with b-cup breasts, she was also a little above five feet. Val was not the most athletic guy; he was around 5’ 10” and wide shoulders. He wasn’t fat, just naturally wide with a little muscle. He had light brown eyes and dark black hair. Val was also one of the smarter kids, AP classes and higher level math, you know the type. From what he says, he is around 7”long and 1.5” wide. Enough descriptions, let’s move onto the actually story. Megan M. and I had our first and last classes together. We never ran out of things to laugh or joke about. It was nice to start and end days with that kind of humor. Our first hour was Theology, a private school (remember?), and on that particular Monday we were missing class to watch another movie on how bad sex and masturbation was, and how we should save our selves, the usual. Megan and I sat in the back row, avoiding as much of the crowd as we could, so we wouldn’t get scolded for our comments and laughing. The teacher didn’t mind too much, mainly because he had started to doze off before the intro was over. For the most part it was just the same-old cheesy movie that showed how “dangerous” sex could really be and how sinful it was. Both of us laughed at the quality and budget the movie was made with. Then it hit the second topic, masturbation. It talked about porn, and I saw a lot of guys start to shift uncomfortably. A scantily clad ex-porn star started going on about how bad she felt about being in the industry. I quickly adjusted to give my boner more room. Megan noticed and quietly laughed, starting to make jokes about my “pre-dick-ament”. I looked her in the eyes and quietly said “It’s no laughing matter; it hurts a lot when left unattended. From what I understand, if left too long it can be traumatic” That’s when things too an odd turn. “Well I really don’t want you to be in any kind of pain…” That’s when in one swift move, she looked at the sleeping teacher, unzipped my pants, and unleashed my cock. It was almost fully hard, and her soft tender hands were helping to wake it up. While still looking like she was watching the movie, she made sure no other students or the teacher could see what exactly she was doing. She gently squeezed at the base and brought her hand to the tip. Within seconds my cock was so hard it actually hurt, she kept gently stroking it, making sure she hit the bottom, then the very tip. It was then that she very innocently looked up at me and asked “Doesn’t cum shoot out near the end?” Being in such bliss I was hardly in any position to do any kind of thinking, I found the will power to nod yes. “We can’t have it shoot out all over my school shirt and arm!’ she whispered. I realized she had a point, double checking to see if anyone herd, I looked her in the eyes and said “Wait, what if you swallow it? It would take care of the mess.” Her eyes widened, she seemed excited to try that. Doing one last double take, she plunged her head into my lap and gave me the best (and first) blowjob ever. She went slow, taking about half, then coming up to the tip and plunging down. She kept this up for another minute or so, before I started to feel my balls tighten. “Megan, I’m about to cum.” I quietly warned her. She popped her head up and tightly squeezed the base of my cock, man did that hurt. “I don’t want to end the fun just yet.” She zipped up my pants and motioned me to follow, being near the back we were able to sneak across the hall to the bathrooms without being herd. We snuck into the second girls stall and started madly and passionately kissing. Her tongue plunged into my mouth and wrestled with mine, then explored every nook and crevice in my mouth. I reluctantly moved to kissing her neck madly. I quickly removed her shirt and bra and sucked on each of the beautiful mounds, first around the nipples and then right on them. Then I slid her skirt and panties to her ankles and started kissing her pussy. My tongue explored the walls, and then it hit something… her hymen. I quickly stood up and asked her "Megan, are you sure you want to go through with this?” She looked me in the eyes, with an almost pleading look in her eyes, I automatically knew the answer. I gave her a quick warning about how it was going to hurt, removed my pants so I didn’t get blood on them, and then lifted her up. With my left hand holding her weight I positioned my cock to her pussy, started a kiss and then I dropped her down. She screamed in my mouth, I let her become comfortable with the size, then started to slowly fuck her. I lasted a good minute or so before I felt that familiar tingling. I warned her again. “Cum in me.” She ordered. I didn’t need to be told twice and unloaded spurt after spurt. I set her down on the toilet and wiped off my cock. I grabbed some more T.P. and wiped off excess semen. I gently licked her outer lips, finally getting a chance to get an up-close look at her pussy. It was a brilliant pink with a finely groomed landing strip of light brown hair. I went to work licking the outer lips and flicking her clit with my tongue. After I cleaned her up and we both got dressed, we snuck back into the auditorium. Man was I glad I brought gum. The movie was almost over and no one seemed to notice we were gone. They were going over the consequences of pre-marital sex, and of course Megan and I giggled, when something they said made me think. Teenage mothers. “Shit!” I whispered. “What?” Megan quietly asked. “I came inside you, are you on the pill?” I was really worrying, I was not ready to be a dad, and I sure as hell knew I wouldn’t just leave Megan. “Its fine,” she said, “I am on the pill, and I’ve been on it for almost a year now.” “Phew” I said. Dodged that bullet, I thought to myself. The bell rang and I walked her to her locker, the entire way talking about nothing in particular. I replayed what happed through my head over and over during second hour. I was excited to see where this relationship was going. I was so lost in thought I was having a really hard time paying attention. After second hour I walked to my locker and exchanged books, all with my head in the clouds. And that’s when it happened. “Shit!” Megan H. said. “Whoops sorry.” I replied, my head was so high in the clouds; that I accidently bumped into her and knocked a few of her books down. I helped her pick up her books, because we had the same third hour I walked with her to class. “You ok?” She asked, “You seem kind of out of it.” Man she had no idea. “Yeah, I’m fine. I just had a hell of a morning.” Megan H. and I were good friends. We had third and fourth hour together, and shared a taste in music. We talked about upcoming bands and some small talk about classes. We headed on to Spanish, fourth hour together. Our fourth hour was an odd one, it was split into three 30 minute sections; we had class the first and last part, and a lunch break in the middle. We continued talking about music, discussing the work of Miike Snow and Green Day, their older stuff. That’s when it happened. “Val, are you still a virgin?” She asked. I just had to avoid the topic for another minute or so until the lunch bell rang. “I…uh…um…” I stuttered. Man I was sweating bullets and nervous as hell. “It’s ok if you are, I’m just curious.” Then the bell rang. Phew dodged that bullet. I started to get up and walk to the lunch room when she tugged at my shirt urging me to stay seated. After everyone had left the room, teacher included, she asked me again “So are you a virgin?” I started to stutter again, I looked into her mischievous eyes and saw that she really wanted to know. I was stunned; I froze and didn’t know what to do. She helped me with that. She guided me to my feet and into the hall. She pulled all the way to the end of the school that students hardly went to… near the auditorium. She pulled me to the women’s restroom and into the second stall over. Still frozen I mindlessly followed her; curious to see where this was going. She positioned me in between her and the stall door. She sat on the toilet and unzipped my pants. She maneuvered my cock through the underwear and out into the open. Even though I had just fucked this morning, I was practically hard already. I could feel her warm breath on my cock. She gripped it and started pumping faster and faster, working to get it as hard as it could be. She then took it into her mouth. All seven inches. In one thrust. To say I was impressed was an understatement. She wrapped the bottom half with her tongue and moved it left and right all while deep throating it. I really didn’t know how long I would last if she kept this up. After a few more minutes of this bliss, she stood up. “I guess I get your V-Card, huh?” She said. I didn’t reply at all, I just turned her around, lifted her skirt and started massaging her ass. I moved her panties out of the way so that I could admire all of her. I gently used my pinkie and ring fingers to finger fuck her. I started very slowly and built up speed; once I was about mid-speed I extended my pointer finger to start to massage her asshole. “Shit!” I could hear her gasp. I pushed harder and harder until I penetrated her puckered hole, I could feel both her pussy and asshole tighten as she moaned in bliss. I just gave a girl an orgasm, I thought to myself. While she was leaning over I positioned my cock to her pussy, and pushed in. After a few thrusts I figured I was lubricated enough and stopped. “What the hell!” She yelled at me “Why the fuck did you sto…” She went silent as forced the head of my cock into her tight asshole. As I went deeper and deeper into her bowels Megan H. started moaning louder and louder. I reached to her front and started fingering her clit. After a few minutes of this I felt her sphincter start to tighten. It was well more than I could handle. I came pretty hard. Spurt after spurt flooded into her, I lost count after 10. As my cock started to limp, I pulled out with a satisfying pop. Copying what I did earlier, I grabbed some T.P. and cleaned off my dick. Grabbing more, I knelt down to Megan’s bum and started to wipe off the excess jizz. I then proceeded to lick it extra clean. Once again glad I had some gum. After both of us got dressed we headed to our lockers, which were right by each other, and grabbed our lunch. “So, what did you think of it?” She asked me. “Fucking amazing, and what did you think?” “Well I’ve never had anyone in my ass before, but that was fucking amazing.” “Huh, so I popped you anal cherry? A cherry for a cherry I guess?” “Yeah I guess so. Just remember, anytime you’re pussy hungry before lunch…” “I’ll make sure I keep you in mind.” I stole a quick kiss then walked to sit with, friends and Megan with hers. “The fuck was that Val?” My friend Brian asked as I sat down. “Don’t worry about it man.” I said as I scarfed down my lunch. The rest of the lunch went by pretty quick. For the rest of the day I thought about how I go to fuck two of the hottest sophomores in the school, within five hours of each other. I was on top of the world. The rest of the day went pretty uneventful. It wasn’t until I went to seventh, the last, hour that I got to see either of the Megans. Megan M. was sitting in her usual spot right next to me. There was a test so we really didn’t talk that much, but I did get to take in her looks quite a bit. After the test I walked her to her locker and had some small talk. I told her I’d see her tomorrow, then headed to my locker grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. I saw Megan W. Standing next to her car waiting for me. Megan W. was a year ahead of me, a junior, and had given me a ride home since last year. “Hurry up Val, I haven’t got all day.” She called over to me. “Ok, ok I’m hurrying.” I called back. She drove an old white Honda. She was almost the definition of a hipster, large fake glasses, an old looking jacket and large bracelets. She was pretty damn hot. As I threw my backpack into the backseat, she plugged her iPod into the car’s radio. Miike Snow’s Animal came on and I instantly flashed back to fucking Megan H. My eyes glazed over, cock hardened, and mind wondered. As the song ended Megan asked “So, anything interesting happened to you today?” Yeah I fucked two chicks. “No, not really, just same-old same-old. Anything interesting happen to you?” “Na, pretty boring” she replied, “just a few tests.” My mind went back to the other two Megans, and my cock only grew harder. About halfway through, she veered away from the normal path, now making her way to some parking lot. As she parked, I asked “What are we doing here?” “Well, these long ass car rides aren’t exactly free…” “What do you mean, I give you gas money and I only live half a bloc…” She stopped me with a kiss, gently, without tongue. I loved it. She pulled back first. “Noticed that hard on you have. Is it just for me?” Confused, but wanting more I softly replied “You know it.” We went back to the gentle kiss, it was so soft. Her lips were warm, and smooth as silk. I felt her hand move down to my chest. She pulled off my shirt, and then I pulled off her shirt and bra. The kiss became more and more intense; I felt her tongue press against my lips. I warmly embraced it into my mouth, our tongues flicked and rubbed against each other. Her hand moved down my chest and to my belt. I started to feel her chest, gently massaging each one; I could feel her humming into my mouth. The soft vibrations intensified the feeling in my mouth. As she slid my pants of I slipped into the backseat, and pulled her into the backseat. I laid down in the back while she straddled my hips, she took her skirt off and slid her panties down, her hair partially covered her nipples in the most beautiful way. As she gently lowered herself onto my engorged cock, she quietly whispered to me “Please go slowly” She dropped on top of me, landing on my engorged cock. I felt her hymen rip under the pressure. “Shit! Megan, are you a virgin?” I asked as she got used to my size. After a few seconds, she found the strength to reply “Not anymore.” I let her control the speed, it was easier this way, because she was on top. She started off slowly, taking her time, but making sure she went as low as she could and then all the way up, until just the head was in her. Megan gently moaned, she started pumping faster and faster, her moans started to grow until I felt her pussy lips clench around my cock. She stopped as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. When it stopped she leaned down for a kiss. While we tongue fucked, a lifted her and switched positions. So now I was on top and could control the speed. I started slowly but soon I was pumping harder and harder. I lifted up one of her legs for leverage and fucked her as hard as I could. After fifteen minutes of this hard core position, felt the familiar tingling in my balls “Fuck! I’m Cumming!” “Shit, don’t cum in me, cum on me.” With all of the strength left in me, I pulled out but kept vigorously stroking my cock. It wasn’t long before spurt after spurt of semen landed on Megan’s face, chest and stomach. After another slow dramatic kiss, I grabbed a sock and went to work. I wiped my dick off, then leaned down and started wiping, kissing and sucking warm pussy. After a bit, I slid on my underwear, pants and shirt. I helped Megan slide on her panties, then her skirt, then bra and shirt. After a few more minutes of kissing, we snuggled nest to each other. Eventually she fell asleep. Even though I was also pretty tired, I woke myself up, started her car and drove her home. I pulled into her drive way and somehow managed to wiggle her out of the backseat. I carried her to her door, opened it (she usually kept in unlocked) and laid her down on her bed. Needles to say I left her on her bed for an after school nap while I walked home. The Next Day My parents brought me to school the morning. I was feeling great; I got a good night’s sleep and was actually excited for the day. My cock, on the other hand, was sore as hell from all of the sex it had yesterday. I saw Megan M. on the way to my locker; we had some small talk a passionate kiss and then went to first hour together. After the lecturing was over with, we had a few minutes to our selves. Megan was sitting right next to me in her desk and once again we found ourselves wading through small talk. It seemed like nothing had changed, that is until she grabbed my cock. “Guahhh-ahhhh” “What?” she asked. “Baby, it’s sore as hell. You must have thoroughly fucked me yesterday” “Yeah,” She gave it a firm squeeze before letting go, “Or you masturbated like hell when you got home.” “Either way, it’s tender as hell. Let’s give the poor guy a break.” I replied. “Ok” We continued our random conversations, and then the bell rang. I walked her back to her locker as usually then grabbed my second hour books. Second hour went by amazingly slow, mainly because I couldn't wait to see Megan H. I caught her on my way to Spanish and we had our usual conversations. When the bell rang I saw her start to get up and leave, I tugged on her shirt and had her wait. As soon as everyone, teacher included, left the room I said “Hey I never got to repay you from yesterday.” “Oh” was all she could say. We walked over to the girls stall we went to yesterday. I sat down on the toilet seat and pulled her skirt and panties down. I started to gently kiss her outer lips, sucking and licking them slowly. Man did I go to work. I started sliding my tongue in and out faster and faster. I then moved to her clit, sucking on it and flicking it on my tongue. “I’m about to…” Was all she let out before a long stream of her own cum shot out. Man I’ve head of squirters, seen videos of it and stuff, but it was not as hot as the real thing. “Holy Shit.” “Sorry, I generally try not to do that in front of guys.” “No, its fine” I said, “Actually, that might just have been the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” We kissed a few more times, she tried to get my pants off, but I wouldn’t let her. “Come on, let’s do it quickly.” “Megan, it’s too tender. You must’ve fucked me too hard.” “Yeah, that or you jerked off like crazy when you got home.” What the hell, I thought. Is that just what everyone thinks? “Either way…” I gently kissed her and we headed to our lockers and then the lunch room. The rest of the day went slowly. My last hour, with Megan M, went by pretty quickly. After school Megan W. gave me another ride home. She told me thanks for taking her home, but that what happened was an accident. She went on how she almost gave her virginity to her now ex-boyfriend who she caught fucking some popular girl. She really didn’t want to talk about it. The rest of the way home was pretty awkward and silent. The rest of the week went by pretty similarly. Megan M and I started dating and becoming serious. I did find out more about what happened to Megan W. Turns out, her boy friend was sleeping with… Megan H. Great. Where did she find them? Girl’s restroom by the auditorium. Even better. I knew I needed to stay away from that girl. To Be Continued… Eventually… Authors note: This is my first story, so please be gentle and only post comments with constructive criticism. If you have any questions feel free to P.M. me.

The Private school has a lot of rumors, as most schools do, but I didn't believe half of them. I always thought that they were just jokes, stories to impress or hurt others. It wasn't until sophomore year that I found out how many of them might had been truth. I will recall as many as I can. I am not too sure how many were true or not, but I guess you will just have to figure that one out for yourself? My first story begins with Val, the story of how he lost his virginity. Believe it or not, but this is what he said... There were three Megans: Megan M., Megan H., and Megan W., Each a different personality, clique and look. Megan M. was a tall, slender, attractive girl; she had a light brown hair that went to just below her shoulders and light brown eyes. She was very athletic, Varsity Soccer and Volleyball. She was a shy girl who had the kindest of voices. She was the kind of girl whose voice you never minded hearing. She didn't have the largest breasts, but her tight uniform shirt always made you want to see more. She didn't have the biggest butt, but her skirt could never be too short. Megan H. was a shorter girl, around five feet tall, she was one of the more popular and outgoing girls. She had dark brown hair and dark mischievous eyes. Megan H. had breast that were barely b-cup but that was fine, because she was sexy as hell anyways. Even the way she talked could turn you on, and just about everyone that hung out with her had fantasized about being with her, even the girls. Megan W. was shy and brainy. She was the kind who did chess club and robotics. She had long dirty blonde hair that went to just below her shoulders, and light blue-green eyes. Just because she was nerdy did not mean she wasn't hot, she was thin with b-cup breasts, she was also a little above five feet. Val was not the most athletic guy; he was around 5' 10" and wide shoulders. He wasn't fat, just naturally wide with a little muscle. He had light brown eyes and dark black hair. Val was also one of the smarter kids, AP classes and higher level math, you know the type. From what he says, he is around 7" long and 1.5" wide. Enough descriptions, let's move onto the actually story. Megan M. and I had our first and last classes together. We never ran out of things to laugh or joke about. It was nice to start and end days with that kind of humor. Our first hour was Theology, a private school (remember?), and on that particular Monday we were missing class to watch another movie on how bad sex and masturbation was, and how we should save our selves, the usual. Megan and I sat in the back row, avoiding as much of the crowd as we could, so we wouldn't get scolded for our comments and laughing. The teacher didn't mind too much, mainly because he had started to doze off before the intro was over. For the most part it was just the same-old cheesy movie that showed how "dangerous" sex could really be and how sinful it was. Both of us laughed at the quality and budget the movie was made with. Then it hit the second topic, masturbation. It talked about porn, and I saw a lot of guys start to shift uncomfortably. A scantily clad ex-porn star started going on about how bad she felt about being in the industry. I quickly adjusted to give my boner more room. Megan noticed and quietly laughed, starting to make jokes about my "pre-dick-ament". I looked her in the eyes and quietly said "It's no laughing matter; it hurts a lot when left unattended. From what I understand, if left too long it can be traumatic" That's when things too an odd turn. "Well I really don't want you to be in any kind of pain!" That's when in one swift move, she looked at the sleeping teacher, unzipped my pants, and unleashed my cock. It was almost fully hard, and her soft tender hands were helping to wake it up. While still looking like she was watching the movie, she made sure no other students or the teacher could see what exactly she was doing. She gently squeezed at the base and brought her hand to the tip. Within seconds my cock was so hard it actually hurt, she kept gently stroking it, making sure she hit the bottom, then the very tip. It was then that she very innocently looked up at me and asked "Doesn't cum shoot out near the end?" Being in such bliss I was hardly in any position to do any kind of thinking, I found the will power to nod yes. "We can't have it shoot out all over my school shirt and arm!" she whispered. I realized she had a point, double checking to see if anyone herd, I looked her in the eyes and said "Wait, what if you swallow it? It would take care of the mess." Her eyes widened, she seemed excited to try that. Doing one last double take, she plunged her head into my lap and gave me the best (and first) blowjob ever. She went slow, taking about half, then coming up to the tip and plunging down. She kept this up for another minute or so, before I started to feel my balls tighten. "Megan, I'm about to cum." I quietly warned her. She popped her head up and tightly squeezed the base of my cock, man did that hurt. "I don't want to end the fun just yet." She zipped up my pants and motioned me to follow, being near the back we were able to sneak across the hall to the bathrooms without being herd. We snuck into the second girls stall and started madly and passionately kissing. Her tongue plunged into my mouth and wrestled with mine, then explored every nook and crevice in my mouth. I reluctantly moved to kissing her neck madly. I quickly removed her shirt and bra and sucked on each of the beautiful mounds, first around the nipples and then right on them. Then I slid her skirt and panties to her ankles and started kissing her pussy. My tongue explored the walls, and then it hit something, her hymen. I quickly stood up and asked her "Megan, are you sure you want to go through with this?" She looked me in the eyes, with an almost pleading look in her eyes, I automatically knew the answer. I gave her a quick warning about how it was going to hurt, removed my pants so I didn't get blood on them, and then lifted her up. With my left hand holding her weight I positioned my cock to her pussy, started a kiss and then I dropped her down. She screamed in my mouth, I let her become comfortable with the size, then started to slowly fuck her. I lasted a good minute or so before I felt that familiar tingling. I warned her again. "Cum in me." She ordered. I didn't need to be told twice and unloaded spurt after spurt. I set her down on the toilet and wiped off my cock. I grabbed some more T.P. and wiped off excess semen. I gently licked her outer lips, finally getting a chance to get an up-close look at her pussy. It was a brilliant pink with a finely groomed landing strip of light brown hair. I went to work licking the outer lips and flicking her clit with my tongue. After I cleaned her up and we both got dressed, we snuck back into the auditorium. Man was I glad I brought gum. The movie was almost over and no one seemed to notice we were gone. They were going over the consequences of pre-marital sex, and of course Megan and" I giggled, when something they said made me think. Teenage mothers. "Shit!" I whispered. "What?" Megan quietly asked. "I came inside you, are you on the pill?" I was really worrying, I was not ready to be a dad, and I sure as hell knew I wouldn't just leave Megan. "Its fine," she said, "I am on the pill, and I've been on it for almost a year now." "Phew" I said. Dodged that bullet, I thought to myself. The bell rang and I walked her to her locker, the entire way talking about nothing in particular. I replayed what happed through my head over and over during second hour. I was excited to see where this relationship was going. I was so lost in thought I was having a really hard time paying attention. After second hour I walked to my locker and exchanged books, all with my head in the clouds. And that?s when it happened. "Shit!" Megan H. said. "Whoops sorry." I replied, my head was so high in the clouds; that I accidently bumped into her and knocked a few of her books down. I helped her pick up her books, because we had the same third hour I walked with her to class. "You ok?" She asked, "You seem kind of out of it." Man she had no idea. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just had a hell of a morning." Megan H. and I were good friends. We had third and fourth hour together, and shared a taste in music. We talked about upcoming bands and some small talk about classes. We headed on to Spanish, fourth hour together. Our fourth hour was an odd one, it was split into three 30 minute sections; we had class the first and last part, and a lunch break in the middle. We continued talking about music, discussing the work of Miike Snow and Green Day, their older stuff. That's when it happened. "Val, are you still a virgin?" She asked. I just had to avoid the topic for another minute or so until the lunch bell rang. "I...uh...um..." I stuttered. Man I was sweating bullets and nervous as hell. "It's ok if you are, I'm just curious." Then the bell rang. Phew dodged that bullet. I started to get up and walk to the lunch room when she tugged at my shirt urging me to stay seated. After everyone had left the room, teacher included, she asked me again "So are you a virgin?" I started to stutter again, I looked into her mischievous eyes and saw that she really wanted to know. I was stunned; I froze and didn"t know what to do. She helped me with that. She guided me to my feet and into the hall. She pulled all the way to the end of the school that students hardly went to, near the auditorium. She pulled me to the women's restroom and into the second stall over. Still frozen I mindlessly followed her; curious to see where this was going. She positioned me in between her and the stall door. She sat on the toilet and unzipped my pants. She maneuvered my cock through the underwear and out into the open. Even though I had just fucked this morning, I was practically hard already. I could feel her warm breath on my cock. She gripped it and started pumping faster and faster, working to get it as hard as it could be. She then took it into her mouth. All seven inches. In one thrust. To say I was impressed was an understatement. She wrapped the bottom half with her tongue and moved it left and right all while deep throating it. I really didn't know how long I would last if she kept this up. After a few more minutes of this bliss, she stood up. "I guess I get your V-Card, huh?" She said. I didn't reply at all, I just turned her around, lifted her skirt and started massaging her ass. I moved her panties out of the way so that I could admire all of her. I gently used my pinkie and ring fingers to finger fuck her. I started very slowly and built up speed; once I was about mid-speed I extended my pointer finger to start to massage her asshole. "Shit!" I could hear her gasp. I pushed harder and harder until I penetrated her puckered hole, I could feel both her pussy and asshole tighten as she moaned in bliss. I just gave a girl an orgasm, I thought to myself. While she was leaning over I positioned my cock to her pussy, and pushed in. After a few thrusts I figured I was lubricated enough and stopped. "What the hell!" She yelled at me "Why the fuck did you sto..." She went silent as forced the head of my cock into her tight asshole. As I went deeper and deeper into her bowels Megan H. started moaning louder and louder. I reached to her front and started fingering her clit. After a few minutes of this I felt her sphincter start to tighten. It was well more than I could handle. I came pretty hard. Spurt after spurt flooded into her, I lost count after 10. As my cock started to limp, I pulled out with a satisfying pop. Copying what I did earlier, I grabbed some T.P. and cleaned off my dick. Grabbing more, I knelt down to Megan's bum and started to wipe off the excess jizz. I then proceeded to lick it extra clean. Once again glad I had some gum. After both of us got dressed we headed to our lockers, which were right by each other, and grabbed our lunch. "So, what did you think of it?" She asked me. "Fucking amazing, and what did you think?" "Well I've never had anyone in my ass before, but that was fucking amazing." "Huh, so I popped you anal cherry? A cherry for a cherry I guess?" "Yeah I guess so. Just remember, anytime you're pussy hungry before lunch?" "I'll make sure I keep you in mind." I stole a quick kiss then walked to sit with, friends and Megan with hers. "The fuck was that Val?" My friend Brian asked as I sat down. "Don't worry about it man." I said as I scarfed down my lunch. The rest of the lunch went by pretty quick. For the rest of the day I thought about how I go to fuck two of the hottest sophomores in the school, within five hours of each other. I was on top of the world. The rest of the day went pretty uneventful. It wasn't until I went to seventh, the last, hour that I got to see either of the Megans. Megan M. was sitting in her usual spot right next to me. There was a test so we really didn't talk that much, but I did get to take in her looks quite a bit. After the test I walked her to her locker and had some small talk. I told her I'd see her tomorrow, then headed to my locker grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. I saw Megan W. Standing next to her car waiting for me. Megan W. was a year ahead of me, a junior, and had given me a ride home since last year. "Hurry up Val, I haven't got all day." She called over to me. "Ok, ok I'm hurrying." I called back. She drove an old white Honda. She was almost the definition of a hipster, large fake glasses, an old looking jacket and large bracelets. She was pretty damn hot. As I threw my backpack into the backseat, she plugged her iPod into the car's radio. Miike Snow's Animal came on and I instantly flashed back to fucking Megan H. My eyes glazed over, cock hardened, and mind wondered. As the song ended Megan asked "So, anything interesting happened to you today?" Yeah I fucked two chicks. "No, not really, just same-old same-old. Anything interesting happen to you?" "Na, pretty boring" she replied, "just a few tests." My mind went back to the other two Megans, and my cock only grew harder. About halfway through, she veered away from the normal path, now making her way to some parking lot. As she parked, I asked "What are we doing here?" "Well, these long ass car rides aren't exactly free..." "What do you mean, I give you gas money and I only live half a bloc...." She stopped me with a kiss, gently, without tongue. I loved it. She pulled back first. "Noticed that hard on you have. Is it just for me?" Confused, but wanting more I softly replied "You know it." We went back to the gentle kiss, it was so soft. Her lips were warm, and smooth as silk. I felt her hand move down to my chest. She pulled off my shirt, and then I pulled off her shirt and bra. The kiss became more and more intense; I felt her tongue press against my lips. I warmly embraced it into my mouth, our tongues flicked and rubbed against each other. Her hand moved down my chest and to my belt. I started to feel her chest, gently massaging each one; I could feel her humming into my mouth. The soft vibrations intensified the feeling in my mouth. As she slid my pants of I slipped into the backseat, and pulled her into the backseat. I laid down in the back while she straddled my hips, she took her skirt off and slid her panties down, her hair partially covered her nipples in the most beautiful way. As she gently lowered herself onto my engorged cock, she quietly whispered to me "Please go slowly" She dropped on top of me, landing on my engorged cock. I felt her hymen rip under the pressure. "Shit! Megan, are you a virgin?" I asked as she got used to my size. After a few seconds, she found the strength to reply "Not anymore." I let her control the speed, it was easier this way, because she was on top. She started off slowly, taking her time, but making sure she went as low as she could and then all the way up, until just the head was in her. Megan gently moaned, she started pumping faster and faster, her moans started to grow until I felt her pussy lips clench around my cock. She stopped as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. When it stopped she leaned down for a kiss. While we tongue fucked, a lifted her and switched positions. So now I was on top and could control the speed. I started slowly but soon I was pumping harder and harder. I lifted up one of her legs for leverage and fucked her as hard as I could. After fifteen minutes of this hard core position, felt the familiar tingling in my balls "Fuck! I'm Cumming!" "Shit, don't cum in me, cum on me." With all of the strength left in me, I pulled out but kept vigorously stroking my cock. It wasn't long before spurt after spurt of semen landed on Megan's face, chest and stomach. After another slow dramatic kiss, I grabbed a sock and went to work. I wiped my dick off, then leaned down and started wiping, kissing and sucking warm pussy. After a bit, I slid on my underwear, pants and shirt. I helped Megan slide on her panties, then her skirt, then bra and shirt. After a few more minutes of kissing, we snuggled nest to each other. Eventually she fell asleep. Even though I was also pretty tired, I woke myself up, started her car and drove her home. I pulled into her drive way and somehow managed to wiggle her out of the backseat. I carried her to her door, opened it (she usually kept in unlocked) and laid her down on her bed. Needles to say I left her on her bed for an after school nap while I walked home. The Next Day My parents brought me to school the morning. I was feeling great; I got a good night's sleep and was actually excited for the day. My cock, on the other hand, was sore as hell from all of the sex it had yesterday. I saw Megan M. on the way to my locker; we had some small talk a passionate kiss and then went to first hour together. After the lecturing was over with, we had a few minutes to our selves. Megan was sitting right next to me in her desk and once again we found ourselves wading through small talk. It seemed like nothing had changed, that is until she grabbed my cock. "Guahhh-ahhhh" "What?" she asked. "Baby, it's sore as hell. You must have thoroughly fucked me yesterday" "Yeah," She gave it a firm squeeze before letting go, "Or you masturbated like hell when you got home." "Either way, it's tender as hell. Let's give the poor guy a break." I replied. "Ok" We continued our random conversations, and then the bell rang. I walked her back to her locker as usually then grabbed my second hour books. Second hour went by amazingly slow, mainly because I couldn't wait to see Megan H. I caught her on my way to Spanish and we had our usual conversations. When the bell rang I saw her start to get up and leave, I tugged on her shirt and had her wait. As soon as everyone, teacher included, left the room I said "Hey I never got to repay you from yesterday." "Oh" was all she could say. We walked over to the girls stall we went to yesterday. I sat down on the toilet seat and pulled her skirt and panties down. I started to gently kiss her outer lips, sucking and licking them slowly. Man did I go to work. I started sliding my tongue in and out faster and faster. I then moved to her clit, sucking on it and flicking it on my tongue. "I'm about to..." Was all she let out before a long stream of her own cum shot out. Man I've head of squirters, seen videos of it and stuff, but it was not as hot as the real thing. "Holy Shit." "Sorry, I generally try not to do that in front of guys." "No, its fine" I said, "Actually, that might just have been the hottest thing I've ever seen." We kissed a few more times, she tried to get my pants off, but I wouldn?t let her. "Come on, let's do it quickly." "Megan, it's too tender. You must've fucked me too hard." "Yeah, that or you jerked off like crazy when you got home." What the hell, I thought. Is that just what everyone thinks? "Either way..." I gently kissed her and we headed to our lockers and then the lunch room. The rest of the day went slowly. My last hour, with Megan M, went by pretty quickly. After school Megan W. gave me another ride home. She told me thanks for taking her home, but that what happened was an accident. She went on how she almost gave her virginity to her now ex-boyfriend who she caught fucking some popular girl. She really didn't want to talk about it. The rest of the way home was pretty awkward and silent. The rest of the week went by pretty similarly. Megan M and I started dating and becoming serious. I did find out more about what happened to Megan W. Turns out, her boy friend was sleeping with? Megan H. Great. Where did she find them? Girl's restroom by the auditorium. Even better. I knew I needed to stay away from that girl. To Be Continued? Eventually?

The Private school has a lot of rumors, as most schools do, but I didn't believe half of them. I always thought that they were just jokes, stories to impress or hurt others. It wasn't until sophomore year that I found out how many of them might had been truth. I will recall as many as I can. I am not too sure how many were true or not, but I guess you will just have to figure that one out for yourself? My first story begins with Val, the story of how he lost his virginity. Believe it or not, but this is what he said... There were three Megans: Megan M., Megan H., and Megan W., Each a different personality, clique and look. Megan M. was a tall, slender, attractive girl; she had a light brown hair that went to just below her shoulders and light brown eyes. She was very athletic, Varsity Soccer and Volleyball. She was a shy girl who had the kindest of voices. She was the kind of girl whose voice you never minded hearing. She didn't have the largest breasts, but her tight uniform shirt always made you want to see more. She didn't have the biggest butt, but her skirt could never be too short. Megan H. was a shorter girl, around five feet tall, she was one of the more popular and outgoing girls. She had dark brown hair and dark mischievous eyes. Megan H. had breast that were barely b-cup but that was fine, because she was sexy as hell anyways. Even the way she talked could turn you on, and just about everyone that hung out with her had fantasized about being with her, even the girls. Megan W. was shy and brainy. She was the kind who did chess club and robotics. She had long dirty blonde hair that went to just below her shoulders, and light blue-green eyes. Just because she was nerdy did not mean she wasn't hot, she was thin with b-cup breasts, she was also a little above five feet. Val was not the most athletic guy; he was around 5' 10" and wide shoulders. He wasn't fat, just naturally wide with a little muscle. He had light brown eyes and dark black hair. Val was also one of the smarter kids, AP classes and higher level math, you know the type. From what he says, he is around 7" long and 1.5" wide. Enough descriptions, let's move onto the actually story. Megan M. and I had our first and last classes together. We never ran out of things to laugh or joke about. It was nice to start and end days with that kind of humor. Our first hour was Theology, a private school (remember?), and on that particular Monday we were missing class to watch another movie on how bad sex and masturbation was, and how we should save our selves, the usual. Megan and I sat in the back row, avoiding as much of the crowd as we could, so we wouldn't get scolded for our comments and laughing. The teacher didn't mind too much, mainly because he had started to doze off before the intro was over. For the most part it was just the same-old cheesy movie that showed how "dangerous" sex could really be and how sinful it was. Both of us laughed at the quality and budget the movie was made with. Then it hit the second topic, masturbation. It talked about porn, and I saw a lot of guys start to shift uncomfortably. A scantily clad ex-porn star started going on about how bad she felt about being in the industry. I quickly adjusted to give my boner more room. Megan noticed and quietly laughed, starting to make jokes about my "pre-dick-ament". I looked her in the eyes and quietly said "It's no laughing matter; it hurts a lot when left unattended. From what I understand, if left too long it can be traumatic" That's when things too an odd turn. "Well I really don't want you to be in any kind of pain!" That's when in one swift move, she looked at the sleeping teacher, unzipped my pants, and unleashed my cock. It was almost fully hard, and her soft tender hands were helping to wake it up. While still looking like she was watching the movie, she made sure no other students or the teacher could see what exactly she was doing. She gently squeezed at the base and brought her hand to the tip. Within seconds my cock was so hard it actually hurt, she kept gently stroking it, making sure she hit the bottom, then the very tip. It was then that she very innocently looked up at me and asked "Doesn't cum shoot out near the end?" Being in such bliss I was hardly in any position to do any kind of thinking, I found the will power to nod yes. "We can't have it shoot out all over my school shirt and arm!" she whispered. I realized she had a point, double checking to see if anyone herd, I looked her in the eyes and said "Wait, what if you swallow it? It would take care of the mess." Her eyes widened, she seemed excited to try that. Doing one last double take, she plunged her head into my lap and gave me the best (and first) blowjob ever. She went slow, taking about half, then coming up to the tip and plunging down. She kept this up for another minute or so, before I started to feel my balls tighten. "Megan, I'm about to cum." I quietly warned her. She popped her head up and tightly squeezed the base of my cock, man did that hurt. "I don't want to end the fun just yet." She zipped up my pants and motioned me to follow, being near the back we were able to sneak across the hall to the bathrooms without being herd. We snuck into the second girls stall and started madly and passionately kissing. Her tongue plunged into my mouth and wrestled with mine, then explored every nook and crevice in my mouth. I reluctantly moved to kissing her neck madly. I quickly removed her shirt and bra and sucked on each of the beautiful mounds, first around the nipples and then right on them. Then I slid her skirt and panties to her ankles and started kissing her pussy. My tongue explored the walls, and then it hit something, her hymen. I quickly stood up and asked her "Megan, are you sure you want to go through with this?" She looked me in the eyes, with an almost pleading look in her eyes, I automatically knew the answer. I gave her a quick warning about how it was going to hurt, removed my pants so I didn't get blood on them, and then lifted her up. With my left hand holding her weight I positioned my cock to her pussy, started a kiss and then I dropped her down. She screamed in my mouth, I let her become comfortable with the size, then started to slowly fuck her. I lasted a good minute or so before I felt that familiar tingling. I warned her again. "Cum in me." She ordered. I didn't need to be told twice and unloaded spurt after spurt. I set her down on the toilet and wiped off my cock. I grabbed some more T.P. and wiped off excess semen. I gently licked her outer lips, finally getting a chance to get an up-close look at her pussy. It was a brilliant pink with a finely groomed landing strip of light brown hair. I went to work licking the outer lips and flicking her clit with my tongue. After I cleaned her up and we both got dressed, we snuck back into the auditorium. Man was I glad I brought gum. The movie was almost over and no one seemed to notice we were gone. They were going over the consequences of pre-marital sex, and of course Megan and" I giggled, when something they said made me think. Teenage mothers. "Shit!" I whispered. "What?" Megan quietly asked. "I came inside you, are you on the pill?" I was really worrying, I was not ready to be a dad, and I sure as hell knew I wouldn't just leave Megan. "Its fine," she said, "I am on the pill, and I've been on it for almost a year now." "Phew" I said. Dodged that bullet, I thought to myself. The bell rang and I walked her to her locker, the entire way talking about nothing in particular. I replayed what happed through my head over and over during second hour. I was excited to see where this relationship was going. I was so lost in thought I was having a really hard time paying attention. After second hour I walked to my locker and exchanged books, all with my head in the clouds. And that?s when it happened. "Shit!" Megan H. said. "Whoops sorry." I replied, my head was so high in the clouds; that I accidently bumped into her and knocked a few of her books down. I helped her pick up her books, because we had the same third hour I walked with her to class. "You ok?" She asked, "You seem kind of out of it." Man she had no idea. "Yeah, I'm fine. I just had a hell of a morning." Megan H. and I were good friends. We had third and fourth hour together, and shared a taste in music. We talked about upcoming bands and some small talk about classes. We headed on to Spanish, fourth hour together. Our fourth hour was an odd one, it was split into three 30 minute sections; we had class the first and last part, and a lunch break in the middle. We continued talking about music, discussing the work of Miike Snow and Green Day, their older stuff. That's when it happened. "Val, are you still a virgin?" She asked. I just had to avoid the topic for another minute or so until the lunch bell rang. "I...uh...um..." I stuttered. Man I was sweating bullets and nervous as hell. "It's ok if you are, I'm just curious." Then the bell rang. Phew dodged that bullet. I started to get up and walk to the lunch room when she tugged at my shirt urging me to stay seated. After everyone had left the room, teacher included, she asked me again "So are you a virgin?" I started to stutter again, I looked into her mischievous eyes and saw that she really wanted to know. I was stunned; I froze and didn"t know what to do. She helped me with that. She guided me to my feet and into the hall. She pulled all the way to the end of the school that students hardly went to, near the auditorium. She pulled me to the women's restroom and into the second stall over. Still frozen I mindlessly followed her; curious to see where this was going. She positioned me in between her and the stall door. She sat on the toilet and unzipped my pants. She maneuvered my cock through the underwear and out into the open. Even though I had just fucked this morning, I was practically hard already. I could feel her warm breath on my cock. She gripped it and started pumping faster and faster, working to get it as hard as it could be. She then took it into her mouth. All seven inches. In one thrust. To say I was impressed was an understatement. She wrapped the bottom half with her tongue and moved it left and right all while deep throating it. I really didn't know how long I would last if she kept this up. After a few more minutes of this bliss, she stood up. "I guess I get your V-Card, huh?" She said. I didn't reply at all, I just turned her around, lifted her skirt and started massaging her ass. I moved her panties out of the way so that I could admire all of her. I gently used my pinkie and ring fingers to finger fuck her. I started very slowly and built up speed; once I was about mid-speed I extended my pointer finger to start to massage her asshole. "Shit!" I could hear her gasp. I pushed harder and harder until I penetrated her puckered hole, I could feel both her pussy and asshole tighten as she moaned in bliss. I just gave a girl an orgasm, I thought to myself. While she was leaning over I positioned my cock to her pussy, and pushed in. After a few thrusts I figured I was lubricated enough and stopped. "What the hell!" She yelled at me "Why the fuck did you sto..." She went silent as forced the head of my cock into her tight asshole. As I went deeper and deeper into her bowels Megan H. started moaning louder and louder. I reached to her front and started fingering her clit. After a few minutes of this I felt her sphincter start to tighten. It was well more than I could handle. I came pretty hard. Spurt after spurt flooded into her, I lost count after 10. As my cock started to limp, I pulled out with a satisfying pop. Copying what I did earlier, I grabbed some T.P. and cleaned off my dick. Grabbing more, I knelt down to Megan's bum and started to wipe off the excess jizz. I then proceeded to lick it extra clean. Once again glad I had some gum. After both of us got dressed we headed to our lockers, which were right by each other, and grabbed our lunch. "So, what did you think of it?" She asked me. "Fucking amazing, and what did you think?" "Well I've never had anyone in my ass before, but that was fucking amazing." "Huh, so I popped you anal cherry? A cherry for a cherry I guess?" "Yeah I guess so. Just remember, anytime you're pussy hungry before lunch?" "I'll make sure I keep you in mind." I stole a quick kiss then walked to sit with, friends and Megan with hers. "The fuck was that Val?" My friend Brian asked as I sat down. "Don't worry about it man." I said as I scarfed down my lunch. The rest of the lunch went by pretty quick. For the rest of the day I thought about how I go to fuck two of the hottest sophomores in the school, within five hours of each other. I was on top of the world. The rest of the day went pretty uneventful. It wasn't until I went to seventh, the last, hour that I got to see either of the Megans. Megan M. was sitting in her usual spot right next to me. There was a test so we really didn't talk that much, but I did get to take in her looks quite a bit. After the test I walked her to her locker and had some small talk. I told her I'd see her tomorrow, then headed to my locker grabbed my backpack and headed out the door. I saw Megan W. Standing next to her car waiting for me. Megan W. was a year ahead of me, a junior, and had given me a ride home since last year. "Hurry up Val, I haven't got all day." She called over to me. "Ok, ok I'm hurrying." I called back. She drove an old white Honda. She was almost the definition of a hipster, large fake glasses, an old looking jacket and large bracelets. She was pretty damn hot. As I threw my backpack into the backseat, she plugged her iPod into the car's radio. Miike Snow's Animal came on and I instantly flashed back to fucking Megan H. My eyes glazed over, cock hardened, and mind wondered. As the song ended Megan asked "So, anything interesting happened to you today?" Yeah I fucked two chicks. "No, not really, just same-old same-old. Anything interesting happen to you?" "Na, pretty boring" she replied, "just a few tests." My mind went back to the other two Megans, and my cock only grew harder. About halfway through, she veered away from the normal path, now making her way to some parking lot. As she parked, I asked "What are we doing here?" "Well, these long ass car rides aren't exactly free..." "What do you mean, I give you gas money and I only live half a bloc...." She stopped me with a kiss, gently, without tongue. I loved it. She pulled back first. "Noticed that hard on you have. Is it just for me?" Confused, but wanting more I softly replied "You know it." We went back to the gentle kiss, it was so soft. Her lips were warm, and smooth as silk. I felt her hand move down to my chest. She pulled off my shirt, and then I pulled off her shirt and bra. The kiss became more and more intense; I felt her tongue press against my lips. I warmly embraced it into my mouth, our tongues flicked and rubbed against each other. Her hand moved down my chest and to my belt. I started to feel her chest, gently massaging each one; I could feel her humming into my mouth. The soft vibrations intensified the feeling in my mouth. As she slid my pants of I slipped into the backseat, and pulled her into the backseat. I laid down in the back while she straddled my hips, she took her skirt off and slid her panties down, her hair partially covered her nipples in the most beautiful way. As she gently lowered herself onto my engorged cock, she quietly whispered to me "Please go slowly" She dropped on top of me, landing on my engorged cock. I felt her hymen rip under the pressure. "Shit! Megan, are you a virgin?" I asked as she got used to my size. After a few seconds, she found the strength to reply "Not anymore." I let her control the speed, it was easier this way, because she was on top. She started off slowly, taking her time, but making sure she went as low as she could and then all the way up, until just the head was in her. Megan gently moaned, she started pumping faster and faster, her moans started to grow until I felt her pussy lips clench around my cock. She stopped as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washed over her. When it stopped she leaned down for a kiss. While we tongue fucked, a lifted her and switched positions. So now I was on top and could control the speed. I started slowly but soon I was pumping harder and harder. I lifted up one of her legs for leverage and fucked her as hard as I could. After fifteen minutes of this hard core position, felt the familiar tingling in my balls "Fuck! I'm Cumming!" "Shit, don't cum in me, cum on me." With all of the strength left in me, I pulled out but kept vigorously stroking my cock. It wasn't long before spurt after spurt of semen landed on Megan's face, chest and stomach. After another slow dramatic kiss, I grabbed a sock and went to work. I wiped my dick off, then leaned down and started wiping, kissing and sucking warm pussy. After a bit, I slid on my underwear, pants and shirt. I helped Megan slide on her panties, then her skirt, then bra and shirt. After a few more minutes of kissing, we snuggled nest to each other. Eventually she fell asleep. Even though I was also pretty tired, I woke myself up, started her car and drove her home. I pulled into her drive way and somehow managed to wiggle her out of the backseat. I carried her to her door, opened it (she usually kept in unlocked) and laid her down on her bed. Needles to say I left her on her bed for an after school nap while I walked home. The Next Day My parents brought me to school the morning. I was feeling great; I got a good night's sleep and was actually excited for the day. My cock, on the other hand, was sore as hell from all of the sex it had yesterday. I saw Megan M. on the way to my locker; we had some small talk a passionate kiss and then went to first hour together. After the lecturing was over with, we had a few minutes to our selves. Megan was sitting right next to me in her desk and once again we found ourselves wading through small talk. It seemed like nothing had changed, that is until she grabbed my cock. "Guahhh-ahhhh" "What?" she asked. "Baby, it's sore as hell. You must have thoroughly fucked me yesterday" "Yeah," She gave it a firm squeeze before letting go, "Or you masturbated like hell when you got home." "Either way, it's tender as hell. Let's give the poor guy a break." I replied. "Ok" We continued our random conversations, and then the bell rang. I walked her back to her locker as usually then grabbed my second hour books. Second hour went by amazingly slow, mainly because I couldn't wait to see Megan H. I caught her on my way to Spanish and we had our usual conversations. When the bell rang I saw her start to get up and leave, I tugged on her shirt and had her wait. As soon as everyone, teacher included, left the room I said "Hey I never got to repay you from yesterday." "Oh" was all she could say. We walked over to the girls stall we went to yesterday. I sat down on the toilet seat and pulled her skirt and panties down. I started to gently kiss her outer lips, sucking and licking them slowly. Man did I go to work. I started sliding my tongue in and out faster and faster. I then moved to her clit, sucking on it and flicking it on my tongue. "I'm about to..." Was all she let out before a long stream of her own cum shot out. Man I've head of squirters, seen videos of it and stuff, but it was not as hot as the real thing. "Holy Shit." "Sorry, I generally try not to do that in front of guys." "No, its fine" I said, "Actually, that might just have been the hottest thing I've ever seen." We kissed a few more times, she tried to get my pants off, but I wouldn?t let her. "Come on, let's do it quickly." "Megan, it's too tender. You must've fucked me too hard." "Yeah, that or you jerked off like crazy when you got home." What the hell, I thought. Is that just what everyone thinks? "Either way..." I gently kissed her and we headed to our lockers and then the lunch room. The rest of the day went slowly. My last hour, with Megan M, went by pretty quickly. After school Megan W. gave me another ride home. She told me thanks for taking her home, but that what happened was an accident. She went on how she almost gave her virginity to her now ex-boyfriend who she caught fucking some popular girl. She really didn't want to talk about it. The rest of the way home was pretty awkward and silent. The rest of the week went by pretty similarly. Megan M and I started dating and becoming serious. I did find out more about what happened to Megan W. Turns out, her boy friend was sleeping with? Megan H. Great. Where did she find them? Girl's restroom by the auditorium. Even better. I knew I needed to stay away from that girl. To Be Continued? Eventually?

My name is Charles Brown, but my friends all call me Charlie. Yeah, just like that round headed kid in the comics, and, ironically, this story involves a girl with curly red hair. Her name was Mary and she was far too hot for a comic strip in any family newspaper I've ever seen. Her dark red curly hair hung down to her white shoulders, her cute little tits stood out from her slender frame and her marvelously tight tush was enough to....well, before the memory of Mary makes me any more hot and bothered, maybe I should start at the beginning. I have a brother named James. My parents were and are a couple of sick individuals. James' wedding was the family event of the season and I was stuck in a tuxedo to play usher. Mary first caught my eye at the rehearsal dinner. She had sparkling green eyes, a cute button nose on a lightly freckled face, a wonderful smile, long shapely legs and a slim sexy body. She was the bride's older sister and a bridesmaid. Though we were paired up to walk down the aisle, she was way out of my league. I'd just turned eighteen and she had about a half dozen years on me but, hey, there's no harm in silent lusting! At first glance, she wasn't extremely gifted in the chest department but from the rear she was a sight to send my hormones raging. Her tight round butt pressed against the fabric of her tight skirt. The heels she was wearing caused it to lift and separate just enough to cause me shortness of breath. I don't think I said more than ten stuttered words to her that entire night. We made it through the church wedding without any major disasters. Mary looked stunning in her emerald green bridesmaid gown, something about all that gorgeous red hair against dark green silk really set me off, though it really didn't show off her ass as well as the outfit she'd worn at the dinner. Perhaps that helped me talk to her a bit, I don't know, anyway once we got to talking we got to laughing. She had a wicked and sly sense of humor that made me real comfortable around her. After the first hour, the reception became a jeans and tee shirt affair for most of the younger crowd. Mary's small, proud, pointed breasts looked fine in a tee shirt but even more astounding was what her curvy round buns did to a tight pair of jeans. The mere sight of those twin beauties and the deep cleft between them quickly turned my mind to mush and my dick into steel. Before I could even catch my breath Mary grabbed my hand and pulled me out on to the dance floor for some sort of fast dance. If there was ever a booty that deserved shaking it was Mary's. Watching her tight round rear wiggle and writhe was almost more than I could take. She was shaking. I was stirred. When the band moved into a slow number I tried to escape but Mary pulled me close. Her perfume filled my nostrils as she pressed her firm body against mine. She was light in my arms and gently moved me across the floor, almost making it seem like I could really slow dance. She put her head on my shoulder and I could hear her giggling softly. "Why, Chuck, I'm honored!" "What, huh, ah, why?" I responded with my usual grace, style and precise elocution. "You've got yourself a rather impressive hard on, young Mr. Brown," she whispered in my ear. I could feel myself blush from my scalp to my toes. My lips refused to form words. She took her head off my shoulder and stared into my eyes. "Maybe we should do something about that," she smiled. She led me to her car. Her apartment was less than a mile away from the reception hall. Soon I was sitting on the edge of her bed watching her lift her tee shirt off. When she dropped her bra a friendly pair of pink nipples stood out from her small white breasts. Her jeans and panties quickly dropped to the floor. Her skin was like ivory, which made the crimson hair between her legs look like fire. She raised my tee shirt over my head and tossed it on the floor. She looked down at me with a suddenly serious expression on her face. "You're not one of those hair trigger teen boys, are you?" My adams apple jumped up and down, sometimes I had came a bit too quick and she had me plenty excited standing so naked, so close and so desirable. "I, um, sometimes, I guess," I confessed, "though, well, I jerked off this morning." She moved closer, a grin on her pretty face. "Thinking of me, I hope." "Yeah" I answered honestly "Thinking of my ass?" She asked as she unbuttoned my jeans. "Oh yeah!" I panted as she grabbed hold of my cock. She kissed me deeply as her hands ran up and down my cock. "Have you ever fucked a girl in the ass?" she asked in a husky voice. I shook my head no, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. She slid down my body and tugged my jeans and briefs to the floor. Then she stood before me and twirled around several times, her red hair swinging as she gave me my first glorious view of her beautiful naked bum. She stopped spinning and leaned over me. Her deep green eyes glittering as they stared into mine, a wide and wonderful smile was on her lips as she made me an offer she knew I had no chance of refusing. "Would you like to fuck my ass?" I nodded my head slowly up and down. She leaned past me and opened the drawer to her nightstand. Kneeling down in front of my throbbing erection, she slipped a condom on my cock and then squirted some lubricant into her palm. She gently and sensuously slid her hand up and down my latex clad cock, smearing it with the shiny gel. Then, she got up on the bed on her knees. Her firm round buns were in the air, a patch of crimson fire between her legs and her cute, puckered asshole staring out at me from between her ivory cheeks. "Well, come and get it, Tiger," she laughed, "the reception isn't going to go on all night." I sprung up to my knees behind her. She reached down between her legs and grabbed my eager erection. "Slide it in nice and gentle," she instructed, "and I'll get us started from there." I couldn't believe my decently endowed dick was going to fit into that tight little space but sliding between her buns was sheer heaven and when the head of my cock made contact with her tight little butthole it was like a flower opening to accept a bee. It swallowed my hardness in little gulps, little ripples of lust ran along the surface of my shaft as her ass took more and more of my length until over half of my hard eight inches was buried in her warm tightness. Mary then reached down between her legs and began stroking her pussy as her incredible rump began grinding up against me. At first I hardly moved, just soaking in the fabulous sensations that tight little hole was giving me as it massaged my cock but as the passion fired hot and red I became bolder. Grabbing hold of her powerful hips, I began to match her rhythm, gently pumping in and out of her bunghole as she slid her fingers between the red fur that surrounded her slit. Her head was buried in a pillow. Looking down I drank in the view of her dark red, curly hair against her smooth pale skinned muscular back. The muscles rippled as she rocked back and forth, her ivory skin was flushed pink at the shoulders and in patches around her ovary dimples. Her once white ass cheeks were now rosy and glowing with a thin sheen of sweat. We were both panting and softly grunting with lust. "Oh, OK, yeah, fuck me harder, fuck me deeper," she began to moan, "give me that hard young cock, fuck my ass, baby, fuck it hard." I grabbed her smooth, hard buns tightly and slid in deep. Mary let out a deep guttural groan of pleasure. My pelvis was slapping against her cheeks as my cock began pounding in and out of her, my balls slapping against her silky inner thighs as her fingers darted in and out of her pussy. We were locked in an unstoppable, rocking ride. I could feel the cum churning and fought to hold it off. Her tight hot ass was squeezing my cock with every stroke, driving me closer and closer to climax. I was biting my lower lip when I felt her body stiffen and powerful rippling sensation all along my shaft. Her ass muscles clenched as she cried out that she was cumming. Her ass had me gripped so tight that I couldn't move. My entire nervous system exploded, my balls sent forth a massive load and I squirted spasm after spasm as my hips twitched and jerked. We collapsed on the bed. I was still buried deep between the bridesmaid's buns, my face buried in her mass of curly red hair, panting and gasping. Somehow, I couldn't help thinking of my round-headed namesake. Forget Lucy and Peppermint Patty, CB, go for the curly red head girl. Mine was incredible

Fridaynight, time for a good time to celebrate the weekend. One of my best friends turned 28 last Wednesday and decided to have his party in the weekend. He bought his first house a couple of months ago, so it’s a housewarming as well. Around 9 I arrive at his house and most people are already there. Now some backround information about home parties in the Netherlands. We have two kinds. One type is most of the time with family and cake, sitting in a wide circle and full of light conversation. Yep, just as boring as it sounds. The second type is later at night, mostly with just friends. Enough booze and weed to anaesthetize a small hospital, completed with loud music. Luckily, this was the second type. Personally, I love parties at home. The best place is most of the time the kitchen (where the booze is), because everyone drops by a couple of times during the night. When the night continues, some small groups form around the house, where the intimate conversations take place. I love to move from group to group and just blend in. A bottle of booze in one hand is a great way to make friends, so never walk around without one. When I was at my friends place half an hour or so, my hart skips a beat. Susan arrives with two of her friends. Let me tell you about Susan. Years ago, Susan and I worked at the same company. It was a callcenter, a part time job which we both combined with high school. An informal company, famous for their Friday end of the day parties. Susan, at that time I think 17, was one of the most popular girls there. And she knew she was too. But instead of being an arrogant bitch, she stayed down to earth and really good company. Still, she was hot! Since then, 8 years passed. We both left the callcenter years ago and we lost contact. I meet her from time to time, at festivals or other places where you seem to meet all those people. What she didn’t know was that 8 years ago, I was crazy about her. We kissed once, both drunk and we left it at that. Not my choice, but I was to chicken to do something about it. Tonight, as she walked in, the memories of that one kiss were there at once. She greeted me with a great smile and gave me small kiss on the mouth. Not unusual in Holland if you know someone well, but this time it felt like a electric spark. She introduced me to her friends, Melissa and Jody. Both seemed a bit shy, they didn’t know many other people at the party tonight. In the next few hours, Susan and me talked briefly a couple of times, when she came to get a drink from the kitchen. Other than that, I couldn’t resist to check her out from a distance. Luckily, keeping a conversation going gets easier when the booze is flowing. So nobody noticed me looking, staring, almost hypnotized at Susan. Susan is a blond tall girl with long legs and a really tight ass. Her breasts are not so big, but they fit her figure very well. Tonight she was wearing a short skirt and a white shirt with the top couple of buttons open. My mother would say that she had at least 2 open buttons too much, just the way I like it (promise, I will not mention my mother again in this story). Ok, dear reader, still there? Now the story gets exiting! At least, I hope so. Around one o’clock I was in an excellent mood. I didn’t drink too fast, so I was still in control. I also chose not the smoke weed for now, the combination with booze can hit you hard. The party had evolved into some small parties and as I left the kitchen, I noticed that I didn’t see Susan anywhere. I took half a bottle of booze from the table and started to search the house. Around me, you could see the effect of drugs on my friends. Two friends who both think that you need to talk really loudly to make themselves heard, not realizing that they were just with the two of them. A couple kissing on the stairs, a hand in her panties just visible, but the both don’t seem to mind. A guy in the toilet for at least 15 minutes (later we found out he fell asleep) and a couple of people missing, probably going to get more beer. I still didn’t spot Susan and decided to try upstairs. Finally, in the guestroom I found Susan together with her friend Melissa. Melissa is also blond, but a lot smaller, what you call a petite girl. Or as my friends say, a girl who you expect to break in two if you fuck her. Melissa was I think 25 years old or so, but she had the body of a 16 year old. To my surprise, Melissa was really upset. I could see some signs of recent tears. I closed the door behind me and put the bottle on the nightstand. I asked Melissa if I should fetch a glass of water, but the replied that a couple of sips of the booze was fine. I understood that Jody and Melissa had a fight and Jody had left the house. They were talking about what a bitch Jody was and I joined in with additions about how ugly she was. That worked great, before I knew it I was sitting in between and we were laughing and making jokes. Suddenly I felt a hand on my leg and when I looked up I say the stare of Susan, combined with a smile that turned me on at once. Playing hard to get, I started to talk with Melissa on my other side. Susan however started to move her hand to my dick and touched it through my pants. It took little time to get rock hard, but I still focused on Melissa, who was a lot happier and getting drunk fast. We kept passing the bottle between the two of us, but I tried to take little sips. Didn’t want to get drunk now, this could turn out in a sweet fantasy. Meanwhile, Susan was able to open my pants and took my dick in her hand. Melissa still pretended not to notice, even now I’m not sure if she knew what was happening. I had a hard time to avoid Susan, who was trying to get my attention. Suddenly, she moved her head down and took the top of my dick in her mouth. What a great feeling! She was really soft and slow at first. At that moment Melissa saw what was going on, but did not seem to react. Susan moved down to her knees and the blowjob started to get going for real. I could no longer pretend to not notice and when I looked down, Susan looked straight up in my eyes, my dick almost completely in her mouth. I was not sure what to do with Melissa, but she seemed to know what to do. While I admired Susan, she started to kiss my neck and removed my shirt. I reacted by kissing her on her lips and moving my hand to her legs. Slowly I moved my way up her legs to her skirt. What a body she has! Suddenly Melissa stands up and takes of her skirt and shirt, revealing a tanned body with small tits and cute little panties, bright white. Susan was still working on my dick and I saw her looking at Melissa with a sparkling in her eyes. Without any words, Melissa got to her knees as well and Susan offered her my dick. She did not hesitate and started where Susan left off. It felt amazing, I could really feel the difference between their mouths and technique. Clearly, Melissa did not have the experience Susan had, but she made it up with enthusiasm. For the next couple of minutes, the two girls shared my dick or tried to pleasure me at the same time. By now, I was in trance, totally unaware of where I was, almost who I was. Susan suggested to Melissa to get on the bed and removed her panties. She said something about a good fuck being the best remedy for the earlier fight with Jody and the tears that followed. Melissa smiled as I layed down on the bed as well and played with her little tits. When I moved further down, Melissa started to enjoy it clearly. I kissed the insight of her legs and moved slowly to her bald pussy. She was so petite, it almost scared me. I started to kiss her pussy and continued with a teasing lick of her clit. She shivered and moaned, enough for me to continue and lick the rest of her pussy. Susan had undressed as well and was completely naked now. She sat down next to Melissa and seemed to enjoy the show. Melissa was horny as hell now, she moved her ass without control and was really wet. Susan seemed ready to take the next step and directed me above Melissa. She took my dick in her hand and moved to the entrance of Melissa’s pussy. Melissa closed her eyes while Susan directed the first part of my dick in Melissa’s pussy. She was so tight, unbelievable. Melissa kept the last part of my dick in her hand, preventing me of fully penetrate Melissa. I moved slowly, Melissa was still keeping her eyes closed. Suddenly, Susan let go of my dick and it disappeared completely in Melissa. Melissa reacted with opening her eyes wide and she let out a little scream. Horny as I was now, I lost all control and fucked Melissa hard. Her petite body below me turned me on and before I knew it, I fucked her like a beast. Melissa screamed, scratched my back till it bled and kept asking for more. Susan was the one who interrupted us. She asked me to stop and got Melissa to turn around and get on her knees. She took my dick in her hand and sucked the juices of Melissa from it. Then she directed me behind Melissa, who was now on hands and knees, her head low and a small ass in the sky. The view on her bald pussy was almost enough to make me come. I entered Melissa again and this time I trusted my whole dick in at once. Melissa screamed again, but moved her butt in the rhythm. I took her ass in my hands and increased the speed. I think I never fucked a girl that hard. Soon, I was ready to come. I moved my hand to Melissa clit while I kept fucking her. That was enough to set her off and seconds later I came in the dripping wet and tight pussy. I felt broken, but the fun was not over yet. Melissa probably felt that she needed to get Susan of as well. So after a few minutes she moved down and started to suck my dick again. Susan was ready as well and sat down on my face, so I could lick her pussy. It didn’t take long to get hard again. Susan moved over and, while I was on my back, she took top position and directed my dick in her wet pussy. Although not as tight as Melissa, she was clearly in the lead and more experienced. She started to ride me like a pro and took her time to speed up. Fine with me, I could play with her beautiful tits and enjoyed the show. Nothing as great and beautiful as seeing a blond young girl riding your dick with her eyes closed, moaning softly. She fucked me like this for a couple of minutes and I was happy it was my second time, so I could resist a bit longer. To my surprise, I heard Susan ask Melissa if you ever saw anyone have her ass fucked. Melissa never did it herself and didn’t saw it happen as well. So Susan got on her hand and knees and ask Melissa to make my dick rock hard. She answered by taking my dick in her mouth again. Then she directed my dick to the small hole of Susan, making sure she used as much spit as possible to lubricate. To be honest, I never fucked a girl in the ass before that night as well. So when I finally entered Susan (It took me a while to get in), it felt so different. But so amazing! I took it really slow, afraid to hurt Susan. But it was Susan how asked me to speed up. I fucked her harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until my whole dick was in her ass. Meanwhile, Melissa was looking really horny. Susan was working her clit at the same time and after a while I felt her come. Almost there as well, I was ready to fill her ass with cum. Just in time, Susan stopped me and asked Melissa if she wanted to try. I was surprised when I heard the answer and see the response. Melissa said sure and moved to her hand and knees again. Melissa made my dick harder than ever and licked Melissa hole as well. Before I knew it, I entered the most petite girl I ever fucked from behind. I was sure Melissa hated her respons moments later, but she didn’t show. I took it easy on her, for her but also for me. Melissa seemed to really enjoy her assfuck by now and was making noises that turned me on fast. Moments later, I filled Melissa’s ass with a big load of cum. The next thing that I know is waking up between to beautiful girls next morning! I told you, I love home parties.

He’s on the road often, so when he’s finally able to come home for a few days it’s like a breath of fresh air. We aren’t in an established relationship but our bond and chemistry are unquestionable. We’ve been at this for over 5 years now and things seem to be getting better with time. Although he’s just my “baby daddy” I still save myself for him, anticipating the days he’s able to walk through that front door. Our freaky conversations on the phone and the dirty nicknames he’ll give me, his cum bucket, slut bag, make me feel confident and sexy and I’m trying to live up to those nicknames tonight. He makes it to my apartment late that night. I fall asleep in bed while watching a movie and didn’t notice him coming in. He wakes me up and greets me with a hug. He immediately wants to take a shower and offers me to go in with him. I had a pretty rough day, so I use this as the perfect opportunity to relax. He already has the shower on when I get in the bathroom. He begins to take off my clothes for me and we both get in. The hot water feels amazing running down my body. He grabs the body wash and towel and begins to wash my body. He softly scrubs my body. He begins to massage my breasts and shoulders and I lean my head back on his chest taking in the moment. His soft and sensitive touches help me escape from the troubles of the day and as I let the hot water run down my body it’s almost as if I’m rinsing off the cares of the world. We switch spots so he is now facing the shower head. I start to wash him off and I can’t help but notice how fine he is. His broad shoulders and back, the thickness in his body, golden complexion, fat dick. He’s about 5 inches taller than me and being in this shower right now seeing how large he is compared to my slim frame makes me feel delicate and vulnerable. He doesn’t know how bad I want him right now. I appreciate when he’s intimate in a non-sexual manner, and as much as I am enjoying the moment, I’m ready for him to have his way with me. He turns me around so that I’m facing the wall. As the water continues to fall down on our backs and the steam begins to encamp the bathroom, he begins to passionately kiss me. His lips are incredibly soft and big. He’s an amazing kisser and we tongue kiss until we can no longer take the teasing. He slightly pulls my body towards his and arches my back. He slowly puts his dick inside of me and I let out a loud moan. He begins stroking. The feeling of his dick inside my pussy is exhilarating and I begin to throw my ass back at him. He leans over me and starts going harder. The feeling starts to intensify and my pussy starts to tighten around his dick as I’m about to cum. We both let out a moan and climax at the same time. We get out the shower, dry ourselves off, put on clothes, and head to the bedroom. As bad as I wanted things to down again our daughter was asleep in the bed with us that night and wasn’t budging. We call it a night and put a movie on that we can fall asleep to. I wake up early the next morning. I smile as I look across and see him and our child sound asleep. I quietly get out the bed, eat breakfast, clean up and relax for the rest of the morning. It’s now noon and they are beginning to wake up. My daughter has plans to spend the weekend with her grandparents, so we will be kid free. As I’m getting her and I dressed for the day, I purposely put on an outfit that he has complimented before and shows off my figure. As my daughter’s grandparents arrive, I bring her downstairs to their car to say my hellos and goodbyes and head back to the apartment. He’s finally out the bed and looking for something to wear. I sit on the bed and watch him get dressed. I fantasize about him dominating me, his strength overpowering my slim, petite body, and he’s fucking me until I can’t take it anymore. No man has ever made me feel this way. My desire and lust for him grows deeper and deeper. I imagine myself sucking his dick. I gently move my tongue over the tip of his dick as I feel him getting hard in my mouth. I began sucking and spitting, making sure I put every inch down my mouth till he’s in my throat, and stroking his dick while I fondle his firm balls in my mouth. I make him cum swallowing every bit of his sweetness. My phone begins to ring and my daydream is interrupted. As the day passes, he tries to make his move multiple times. I decline his approach and make it seem as though I’m upset with him about an issue we have. As bad as I want him, I want him to save it all for tonight when we have the time for each other. I refuse to settle for a quickie. We make it back home from the movies and get settled in. I go and take a shower. I know that lace panties are his favorite so I choose those and a tank top as my night wear. He’s already in bed with just his boxers on. As we are lying in bed he pulls me in closer to him. His embrace always makes me feel protected. He gently kisses me on the back with his soft, full lips and I can’t help but to be turned on by his touch. He turns me on my stomach and continues kissing me moving down my back. He leans over me and I can feel his dick getting hard against my ass. His soft kisses, subtle whispers in my ear, and touch are driving me crazy. He pauses to take off my shirt and panties, his boxers, then continues. He lays me on my back. He opens my legs and exposes me to him. He doesn’t hesitate to go right in. His tongue slowly dances across my clit. He starts sucking at it and begins moving his tongue a little faster. My toes curl up at the pleasure I am receiving right now. I can hardly contain my composure so he grabs my waist so that I can’t move. My pussy becomes wetter and wetter after each touch and my clit is throbbing. I want him more than ever. I push his head out the way and I get on all fours, letting him know that I was ready for him. I instantly let out a moan as he sticks his dick inside of me. His firm, hard dick feels amazing against my tight, warm pussy. He starts off with gentle strokes, caressing my pussy as he thrusts in and out. I feel my pussy get wetter with every stroke. I cum on his dick within a minute of him being inside of me. Me climaxing only makes me beg for more. “Fuck me harder!” I yell out. He does exactly as I please. He grabs me by my tiny waist with both hands and begins pounding my pussy like he’s never done before. I start fucking him back. The moaning becomes uncontrollable and I can’t help but call out his name. “How that dick feel girl?”, “That pussy so fucking tight!” His dirty talk, groans, and lip biting send me over the edge. A sensation courses through my body and I cum again, this orgasm being a lot stronger than the first one. He turns me on my side and starts fucking me again. He’s hitting spots that I never knew existed. His dick has me in a state of euphoria. The pleasure becomes so intense that I’m almost on the verge of tears. I tighten up my pussy with every stroke. He grabs and smacks my ass as he continues to fuck me. He lets out a moan and cums inside of me. I’m in awe and can’t do anything but just lay down. His semen begins to drip out my pussy and down my leg. I love when he marks his territory. The passion and pleasure of it all was truly extraordinary. I close my eyes to take it all in. He comes back from the bathroom and wipes off the cum that got on me. We lay down and just enjoy each other’s company until we doze off.

“Where did your wife go,” she asks as we pull up and notice her car missing. “She says she’s at work, but I’m pretty sure she’s screwing around. “How can you live like this,” she asks me as she lights another joint. “I don’t know,” is all I can answer. Once inside we sit in front of the video games and continue to get high. “Just like the good old days huh,” she says. For the first time since her plane landed I take a good look at her, the first good one in over five years. She is five-seven with medium length punk black hair. She now wears electric blue contacts, and has quite a few more piercings then I remember. She is wearing a leather bound corset, tightly accenting her features. She has fishnet gloves and matching stockings. Her girl style cargo capri pants show off her perfect ass, and she finishes the ensemble with low cut black canvas shoes. "Nah, I don't ever remember you being this beautiful in the good old days," I finally answer after feeling a little weird from checking her out. “Don’t be scared,” she tells me leaning in for a kiss. “What are you doing,” I ask. I am feeling confused, but am sure of what is going on. “Something that should have been done a long time ago. Someone should take care of you, if you know what I mean,” she says as she starts to rub my chest. She nibbles on my ear as her hand slides down to my soft dick. “Oh poor baby, has it been that bad for you that you have forgotten about a woman’s touch,” she coos while coming again to my lips for another kiss. “We can fix this,” she says moving her kiss’ down my shirt. She uses her teeth to pull at the strap of my belt, then her hands to finish opening my pants. With out any hesitation she puts my soft penis in her mouth and begins gently sucking it. I feel something strange, but so does this whole situation to me. She fully sucks in my five inches of limp and licks my balls with her pierced tongue. With my heart pounding I stand up quick from the urge, but it is too late. I start peeing, and begin to feel really embarrassed. I try to stop, pull away, and go to the bathroom, but she grabs my ass keeping me there. She keeps sucking as I continue to pee. Before I know it my eyes are rolling back in my head and I begin to feel a tingle throb through my cock. My stream continues to flow, and she continues to suck. All the while my dick gets hard for the first time in over a year. “Oooh, now were getting somewhere,” she finally says opening up for air. The last of my piss spurts across her face. She takes two fingers and wipes some from her cheek, and sucks them erotically. At this point I’m not sure if it is the weed, my hormones, or both that take over. Something surly does. I grab soft black hair in two fist full’s and begin trying to force feed her my now nine and a half inches of hard dick. She is obviously surprised by my aggressiveness and her sudden face fucking. She gags a chokes a moment, but grabs my ass again pulling me so I can’t stop. The spit and drool begin to run down her chin and over her leather corset covered 38 C’s. This gets me even hotter and I start thrusting faster. She continues to choke and tears start trickling down her face. When I pull out spit goo’s down her chin. She takes a couple of deep breaths, looks up at me with her crazy fuck me eyes, then grabs my ass. Now he is violently using me to face fuck herself. I start to feel the rumble of cum, and so does she. She releases my cock from her mouth and jerks my slick shaft. “Oh big daddy, cum on my face,” she says in between the lolly-pop licks on my dick head. I groan with the undeniable ecstasy as I begin to erupt. Spurt after spurt shoots out. First down her forehead and nose. Then across her eyes and cheeks. She moans with satisfaction as I just keep going. Her face, neck, hair, and chest are all drenched with my jizz, and my eyes roll back as the long over due cum keeps flowing. She takes me back into her mouth and I pump her to an overflowing level. She swallows all she can, but more seeps out from around her sexy lips. I grab onto her shoulders trembling from the amazing orgasm. My knees feel like giving out as I finish. She steadies me with her hands softly. “It has been a long time, huh stud,: she says. I look down at the cum covered mess I have made of her. “I never knew any man could ever blow a load like that,” she says through labored breath as she stands up. “But I’m glad you can,” she adds giving me a cum covered wink before walking off. “I can’t believe this is happening,” I say to myself. I am still shaking from the massive cumming as I pull my pants up. In the bathroom I can hear the shower turn on. Who can blame her, hell I didn’t know I could cum like that. I sit down on the sofa and light another joint. We have only been home for half an hour, and I can already tell this was going to be on hell of a day. I start to zone out thinking about what just happened. It all seems too unreal, like something out of a sexy story magazine. I hope you don’t mind but I slipped into something a little more comfortable,” she says coming out to the living room. She is now wearing a see through baby doll top in a light pink. I can see her belly button ring and nipple rings through the sleek materiel. The top come down to her matching bikini panties. To finish it she has on a matching short sleeve buttonless shirt. There are little pink ribbons to tie is closed, but she hasn’t bothered. “What,” she asks as she continues to towel dry her damp hair. “If we’re going to continue doing this then things have to be my way,” I tell her while passing the joint over. “So you like to be in control huh, to dominate,” she coos with excitement at the idea. To be honest it’s not what I originally had in mind, but seeing her reaction to the idea makes me unable to resist. “You’re damn right,” I tell her. I stand up chest to chest with her and shove her down on the couch. She wasn’t expecting this forceful of a shove. She lands sitting with her legs spread, and I notice these actions have her already wetting her panties. “I have everything in a wife and family to loose and you have nothing, understand,” I tell her keeping the upper tone. She simply answers biting her lower lip and nodding. “So we are going to do things my way or not at all,” I say slinging her towel at her. I really feel myself falling into the roll. “You are a dirty slut,” I till her pausing as she hands the joint back to me. “So you want me to be your slave,” she says half serious and half giggling. “Can my slave do what she is told,” I ask her. Before she can answer I put the joint in my mouth backwards and press my lips to hers to give her a power hit. “Yes,” she calmly says as the smoke rolls out from her trembling mouth. “Anything and everything,” I ask making sure this is what she wants. She answers with nod. “Then the first rules are simple. Only in front of me when we are alone are you to act this way. No one can ever suspect anything different. “Sure,” she says laughing. “This is no laughing matter,” I tell her mashing the joint out. “Have I already been a bad slave? Do I need a spanking,” she says getting on her knees with a smile and pointing her sheer panty covered ass at me. “I think you do,” I tell her. I sit on the opposite end of the couch from her and point down to my lap. “Come crawl over here and present your ass to me properly.” She cat crawls across the sofa and does as she is told. The first smack I give her is long and sharp. “Ouch,” she blurts out loudly from the sting. “And you are going to keep the noise down. I don’t want the neighbors hearing you,” I tell her with the next swats. She whimpers a little. I give her another and another. Through her light pink panties I can see her ass already turning red, and her crotch soaking wet. I start striking her more and more, harder and harder. Whimpers turn to small cries, cries to yelps, but I’m not listening any more. Something dormant in me is awake now...and hungry. “Ahh,” she screams out loud. “I told you quiet,” I say. “You can’t be quiet on your own fine,” I tell her taking her sexy panties off of her ass. “Put these in your mouth and shut it,” I say stuffing her wet panties in her moaning mouth. She gladly accepts them. I continue the smacks access her ass. Much lighter now as I can see the throbbing. “You like the taste of your girl creamed panties don’t you slut,” I ask her through stokes. She nods her head up and down, and through the fabric I think I can hear a muffled yes. I give her a final swat ending strong like the first. I am done, but she still submissively lays across my lap. With her pulsing red ass in the air, and her dirty panties still in her mouth. I softly grab around the back of her neck and lead her up to stand with me. spanking her like that has made me hot and hard again. She too notices my boner and smiles spitting her panties to the floor. “Pull down my pants and boxers. Turn around, bend over, and spread your ass,” I tell her. She is quick about it. Either eager, or not wanting another spanking so soon. Before I know it I see her pretty pussy spread and ready for me. I take my time and ease in. “Mmmm,” she moans with delight. It has been a long time since I have felt a soft pussy, and I take my time with long drawn out slow strokes. Her head sinks further down and she purrs with delight. “Oh baby this feels so damn good,” she tells me. I can feel her pussy clutching at my hard pecker. It feels so good but I am trying not to cum too soon. “Quit teasing me,” she moans as I take a few shot strokes. Just putting my cockhead into her, then taking it out to watch her close up. “My way,” I answer her giving her a hard slap with my dick across her already ruby red ass. “Uhhu,” she whimpers at the hit. I can only smile at this. Now to really tease her I rub my penis up and down her wet slit without any entry. “Oh god,” she moans in frustration. I can see her girl goo begin to run down her thighs. “Are you going to earn it,” I ask her trying to keep my end up. “Uh huh, I swear,” she answers pushing her ass back into me. “I’m going to give you this, but remember slave that you owe me.” “OHHH,” she hollers as I slam it into her. I burry myself balls deep and stop looking down at her. She pulls her hair aside and looks behind her up at me. “Panties,” I simply tell her. She understands, and obediently picks her panties back up off of the floor. She lowers her head again as she puts them back in her mouth. The moment they are back in I start plowing her like a madman. Moans and groans can be heard coming from her muffled mouth at I piston in and out of her. The rhythmic slapping of skin added to her cries turns me on like crazy. She rears her head back and spreads her feet. He body starts shaking and I know she is cumming. Now without any guilt I quicken my pace, and I can feel a heat through my body as my own cum swells. “Aghh,” I groan as beads of sweat fall from my forehead onto her still rosy cheeks. My knees and hips tremble and I loose my mind with the great feeling of cumming. I thrust as deep in her as I can and hold there. Like machines we throb one after another adding to the experience. “Ohhh,” she clearly says with surprise, and once again spitting the panties out. A moment later I know why. My cum starts gushing out of her and down our legs. This feels to good for me to stop though. I grab her hair and thrust in further as I pump yet even more cum in. Her moans of surprise turn into moans of delight as I continue to cum, and another orgasm washes over her. Her shaking is harder than a moment ago, but now her moans are whispers. I am still cumming, but give her a few rough thrusts to send her over the edge. My slave starts speaking in tongues. My cum collect around our feet in puddle and I pull out in time for the last squirts to shoot accords her silk covered back. I reach a hand down to rub her clit, and then she starts bucking and growling with her shaking orgasm. She falls to her knees with her ass in the air. She reaches a hand between her legs, and puts her face right down into my cum. She breaths heavy as she licks at the mess on the floor. I watch her pinch her clit roughly and with an exhausted moan she begins squirting cum of her own. Shaking uncontrollably she rolls over into our gooey mess and lays there wide eyed and silent . “Are you okay,” I ask her concerned. “Never felt better,” she says curling and stretching. I offer her a hand helping her up off of the floor. “We should start cleaning this mess up,” I tell her. “I’ve got it. You keep doing that to me and I will stay your slave...master,” she adds. “You go hop in the shower and I’ll clean up out her okay,” she says. “It’s a good thing you have hard wood floors,” she laughs starting to towel up the mess. I am shocked and respond only with a “thank you,” on my way to the shower. I get out of the shower and she is waiting for me. She is clean and changed into a cute french maids outfit. Our mess has been cleaned already, and she has a set of clothes set out for me. “You like,” she asks me for approval while I start to get dressed. Before I can answer my phone rings. “Hello,” I answer. “Yes dear. Your sister has arrived. I picked her up from the airport this morning and she is here now,” I say. I look over at my french maid who is now smiling at me. She gives me a sexy bow before taking the phone to talk to her sister. To be continued...

Finally! Home at last; it had been such a long day dealing with clients… The boss hat can be such a strain on your sanity. As you opened the door to your apartment, you were very surprised to find that all the lights were off – even more surprising was that the normal rambunctious dogs similarly did not attack you! “Hello?” you called out, more than a little nervous. Why am I being stupid you berate yourself. If you just go upstairs, you’ll find them everyone else. As you head up the stairs you become even more unnerved by how utterly quiet it is – and you barely had the thought that something is very wrong as you opened the door and were suddenly thrown against the bedroom wall. You tried to scream but only found your mouth suddenly full of cloth – what was it, a shirt? It seemed to small and silky. You couldn’t see anything as you tried to look around, just the faint outline of your bedroom and clearly the shadow of a man – but whoever had you didn’t stop there. It was so quick you barely understood what was happening as the rough ropes cinched tightly against your hands. Even quicker was how suddenly that same rope quickly thrust your arms in the air and suspended you on the tips of your toes. Your screams silenced by the gag in your mouth; you could only think “What was happening? Who was this? Where are my dogs and my family? Are they ok?” But there would be no answers, only the brutal strength of someone turning you around to face the door. You couldn’t help but struggle and kick – you wouldn’t go down silently, that is, until you felt it. The cold steel was sharp against the back of your neck and you stopped moving altogether. You whimpered but the tart taste from the cloth in your mouth only pervaded. You couldn’t even plead for him to stop as the knife turned under your shirt and started to cut away. You started to struggle again but the knife turning again on your back made you stop immediately and you resumed the pleading. It wasn’t until he had your shirt and bra off completely that you stopped – resolute in your defiance. The cold was biting – your nipples quickly standing to attention. You were embarrassed, but he didn’t stop to feel you up. He was methodical. He continued down and further removed your pants and underwear. The shiver that you felt run down your spine as his nails scraped along your shoulders and his damp breath on the back of your neck seemed to travel all the way down to your body. You hated the feeling as your pussy started to throb in anticipation – you knew exactly what he planned to do to you… You thought… They seemed to go away for a bit and suddenly you were unsure. You didn’t want to turn away – not willing to face whoever it was. Maybe this was it? Did they not have the balls to finish it? You had almost started to feel something akin to hope when your head was suddenly ripped all the way back – and nothing. The blackness was infinite, and you knew that they had blindfolded you. The lights seemed to come on, you could tell by what little seemed to make it through the cracks of your blindfold. The respite was clearly done as you felt the sting on your ass, and you couldn’t help but jerk backwards in a vain attempt to keep your ass out of the way of whatever was striking you. You were shaking in anticipation, waiting for your it to happen. But nothing seemed to happen. Was it one minute? Five? The wait seemed forever. But you couldn’t keep arched forever and slowly you straightened your back. That’s when it you felt it again – another burning ribbon across your ass, the distinctive crack against skin. FUCK! That hurt. Whoever it was, they were patient. Why was this happening? What did she do to deserve this? Where was her husband, her dogs? Again, another crack – unmistakable now as the belt connected at the crease of her ass and thighs. You couldn’t cry out but it wouldn’t stop you from trying… The sting literally sent shock waves up your body and the throbbing you felt seemed to be felt in huge waves, washing across your body so that even your pussy wasn’t immune. Again, the belt landed, and again, you couldn’t help but arch your back as much as possible. Your toes were starting to tire, and your ass was on fire. They were thorough in the approach. For the first time you felt it – his rough calloused hands on your back. They seemed to be sliding down your back… Fuck! You felt his breath against your ear, you felt the goosebumps that it always caused you. That’s when you heard it, his deep authoritative tone that was still completely foreign to your ears. “Submit.” One word. The thought made you involuntarily clench your legs, but you could still feel it – the wetness gathering in your pussy, your primal need begging to do what he told you to do. But you were resolute – you wouldn’t give in so easily – even as you felt your juices run down your thighs. He didn’t seem to wait for a response, seemingly satisfied with whatever answer your body had given him. You tried to listen, to figure out what was next, to at least prepare. Was he going to whip you more? Would he fuck you? How long would this last? What sounded like whispers in the background made you stop but you weren’t sure. Were there other people here? How many people were here? Again, you thought you heard something; like faint footsteps or something. If only you could see them it may give you some measure of control, to at least speak, to do something, to even remember… That’s when you felt it. You screamed to no avail as what felt like pure fire ran down your tits. The pain was unimaginable, and you twisted and kicked. Slowly the pain receded, and the skin felt cool and cracked – like something had dried on top of it. The taste of the clothe in your mouth was pervasive and the smell pungent. You tried to cough but couldn’t as you felt it again – the hot fire running down the opposite tit. You screamed again as you felt the fire reach your nipple. The sensitive flesh took to the hot liquid quickly, causing you to buck like crazy. Again, it cooled quickly, and you calmed as you felt it cracking. Again, the fire poured down your back and ass. You couldn’t help but moan as you felt what seemed to be nails scraped your abdomen as they traced circles. Were they examining you? The unmistakable fruity odor told you this wasn’t the same person as last time; the nails were clearly longer and sharper this time. You were suddenly very sure that there was more than just a man in here. That’s when you heard another voice; this one altogether feminine “Do you like the taste of my underwear?” A high-pitched laugh as you finally realized what was in your mouth. The thought made you gag as you now knew what the pungent odor you smelled was. The surprise on hearing a women’s voice combined with her underwear in your mouth made you squirm uncomfortably; what was happening, how could she do this? But, internally, you knew women have desires as base and primal men; clearly demonstrated by the growing stream of liquid running down your legs. She laughed again, the women finally declared “My, she seems to have sprung a leak. Would you like us to plug that for you, darling?” Her hands were somehow rougher in their groping than the mans as they worked across your stomach and down your legs, forcing them wide. “Tsk, tsk, I’d say she’s enjoying this a little too much. Maybe we should turn this up a notch!” Fuck you! You could barely stand at all anymore and slowly you felt your toes give out, much to the dismay of your wrists. Still – you had to at least try to keep yourself up. You weren’t ready to quit yet. That’s when you felt the rope get tighter and the pain was excruciating as you felt your feet leave the ground. How was this even possible? Why hadn’t anyone come to help? Clearly, they must have heard something happening. Her soft hands found your legs – somehow, you felt that you might prefer the man still. You felt her coiling something around your ankles, the same rope from your wrists, maybe? Finally, she seemed to finish, and you felt them slowly cinch onto something, your leg being stretched but at last you found something that felt like hard rubber, not the floor, but something to stand on, maybe, if you could just reach it. Again, she did the same to the other leg but pulled further out. You complied easily, anything to stop the pain in your wrists. Slowly, you were lowered until you were barely standing on the balls of your feet. The release in your wrists was staggering and you felt like you might cry just from the relief. But you suddenly noticed that you couldn’t move your legs inward or out – and the only relief for your wrists was in the exact spread pose that you were in now. “Well at least she trimmed recently – although I might consider shaving her later” the female said. “You know how much I love a bare pussy.” “Speaking of her pussy” the man began “I thought you said you were going to plug her leak, or was that all talk?” “I’ll wait until she’s begging for it; besides, that’s what your cocks are for anyway, right?” The implication of the word “cocks” was not lost on her. The thought caused her pussy to twitch – so there were multiple men here. Fuck, what did I do to deserve this? Why me? “Enough talk makes her dance for us” another man said, the tone all-too familiar. What the fuck was going on? “Entertain us” the other male said. “Yes, sir” the female responded quickly, as if a trained monkey. The thought amused her greatly, despite her predicament. Her hands quickly found your tits and grip was not gentle. You could feel her squeezing – it felt filled with need or desire. The thought of a woman grasping so passionately at your body and roughly at the simple command of these men made you… envious? No, that can’t be the term, can it? That was a strange thought as the woman seemed content to roughly exploring your body. It felt like an inspection the way she left no crevice unexplored, no detail unnoticed. As she worked her way back behind you, you heard her speak again “I think she needs more punishment before I make her please me, however. May I have you belt, sir?” “Certainly” the familiar voice said, if not colder than normal. She didn’t wait long, and you quickly felt the sting of the belt on your ass again. This hurt worst than before as it felt as if your very pride was shaken at the thought of the woman wielding the belt, bearing down on you, taunting you. Again, and again it landed on your ass. She wasn’t gentle or nice, and you felt as if you could barely move. The pain was unbearable. This time you heard her whisper in your ear “Will you submit?” Thinking you would do anything to end her torture, but barely understanding, you simply nod your head in defeat. “Good girl, you’ve earned a prize” she said tauntingly. “Unfortunately, I’ve had to wear them all night and I am a bit sore”. You hear a sigh of relief and then you felt it. The pinch on your nipples caused you to whip back – it was excruciating! “Ah, wow! Much better, don’t you think?” Her tone was so haughty. Fucking bitch! “Now, lets see what presents you have for me, huh?” Her hands started running around your pelvis and you know she means business as she carefully avoids all but the most delicate parts of your pussy. Fuck… Your thighs she squeezes and slaps; her hands darting in and around, roughly handling your body. She squeezes your ass cheeks and slaps them hard with her hand. Fuck. Then it happens. Her fingers grip your pussy and you can feel how easily they make their way inside you. I’m too fucking wet you think to yourself. Her fingers are clearly practiced as she grips and pulls you up by your pussy; the pressure on your clit tremendous and you couldn’t help but reach a desperately needed orgasm on her hand. With your body shaking and the striking feeling of your juices dripping down on the floor from her hand, you couldn’t believe you didn’t last longer. You knew you were wet, were turned on, but at least you had hoped you might last longer… As quickly as she inserted her fingers, they were out just the same. She slapped you across the face; the sting only worsened by the warm wet liquid left to cool on your face. A reminded that you had just been violated, and clearly, gotten off to it. “I never told you that you could cum, slut” she whispered. “This time hold it in, or you’ll lose a lot more than your pride” she whispered in your other ear. Again, her fingers found your pussy, and impossibly, the sweet spot you love deep inside. “Fuck” you can’t help but moan into her underwear. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it for long and you just prayed you could outlast her quickly moving fingers. You could feel how wet you were, practically her the gushing sound of your pussy; there was no stopping the amount of fluid running down your legs and the sloshing was unmistakable. The thought that she so easily manipulated your pussy made you convulse and your body started seizing as your orgasm hit. She slapped you again, and again, across your face. “She needs more discipline” “Let me borrow your whip” she said, “I will teach her to submit to you properly” “Oh, looking to exact some vengeance?” the familiar voice was cold and mocking. “Please, sir, I promise not to break the merchandise” she said. “Fine,” the familiar voice said and paused “but bring her down.” Thank god, you thought guiltily. “I want her on her knees when we finally break her; she needs to be tamed” The betrayal you felt at that mount was visceral – could he really mean to hurt you? To “break” you, as he put it? The ropes on your feet fell off and finally, the rope suspending your wrist seemed to come down. You had hoped to catch yourself on your feet but realized quickly that you somehow didn’t have any strength left and falling on your knees and elbows – clearly losing any dignity you had left. The ropes on your hands kept them together still, but at least you weren’t bound. That is until you felt your hair being yanked back roughly. You started to get up but felt a stinging on your face as you were slapped again, this time, the hand much rougher than previously, and clearly not wet from your pussy… “Stay down, slave” the familiar voice said. You got back down on all fours quickly and stayed still. “Look, she’s starting to behave” the woman said, “She looks so precious, almost like a dog!” You groaned at her mocking voice but still you kept still. You didn’t want to provoke them any further. “Your right” the familiar voice said, “But I think you need to break her in a little more” That’s when you felt the stinging sensation across your back. You arched but stayed still, you knew you couldn’t move. “I couldn’t agree more, she needs discipline, Sir.” Again, and again the whip fell; but you didn’t move. Your back arched as you silently weathered the abuse on all fours; quite like a dog indeed, you thought miserably to yourself. You were ashamed at how fucking turned on the thought made you. Then the whips stopped, and her hands found your pussy again, playing with it, toying. You knew you were an utter mess down there, the carpet you were kneeling on was soaked. Then she spread your ass and you could her spit; it landed on your ass, warm. You tried not to move as her fingers found the spot. They knew they had you when you complied. In your ass, her fingers moved in and out, circling around, playing with both your holes and you knew that she could practically make you cum on demand. “She’s starting to behave like a good girl” the other man said, “let her use her mouth for better things.” The woman pulled her fingers out of your ass and pussy and you could hear her stand up. She grabbed your face and slapped it hard, but you kept looking straight ahead. Then as the underwear was pulled out of your mouth, you tried to breath in as much as possible. The air smelled distinctly of sex, no doubt because you had cum all over the floor. The woman only gave you a few seconds before moving forward. The feeling of her skin against your face, the definite odor of her pussy, you didn’t even register what you were doing before you found yourself desperately licking her pussy.” “Ugh” the woman grunted “Not so fast.” She pulled your head away. “You need to learn patience slut” You nodded in defeated agreement and waited until she released your head. Waiting to be told to do. So, this is what it means to be broken, you think to yourself. Finally, after an agonizingly long time “You can lick her” a man side. Like a dog finally given her treat, you immediately began running your tongue over her pussy. The moans that escaped her lips didn’t dissuade you – no, rather they made you feel powerful for a change. This you could do. Again, and again you licked, savoring the taste of her pussy, the liquid running over your tongue until finally you could feel her losing control, she was shaking. Losing control, you thought. Just a little more and she would cum. But it wasn’t to be. “Stop” both men said, and immediately she stepped back. “You will be as trained as she is when we are done, Amber” The voice – still so familiar – was now confirmed, caused you to shiver. It was his belt that the woman had used, it was his ropes that tied her up, and this was his ploy. Your husband. “Come here” he called again. Obediently, you crawled on all fours to the man clearly responsible for this night. “Have you learned your lesson, Amber?” the man said. “Yes, Sir” “Are you going to be a good little slut?” “Yes, Sir” “Do you think you have earned your collar yet?” Confused, but desperately wanting his approval you said again “Yes, Sir” “We will see…” he replied, “I need you to masturbate for me.” “You see, we have an audience and they wouldn’t want to be displeased”. “Yes, Sir” you replied. You tried to stand up but the sting of a mans hand across your face put you back on all fours. “Sluts should know their place. I didn’t say get up and masturbate. You can masturbate on your face and knees” your husband said angrily. Again, you replied quickly, this time you leaned your face forward and reached back with your tied hands to toy with your pussy. It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were gushing over your fingers, and again you felt the sting across your back from the whip. “You should ask permission to cum first, slut”. “Yes, Ma’am” you responded. Resigned as you still couldn’t see them you turned to where you were sure your husband still sat. The only familiar person in this room quickly becoming uncharted territory, you buried your face into the ground to keep masturbating as instructed. Knowing you were close, you practically screamed “May I cum, sir? Pleeeassee” but he didn’t respond. It was agonizing to keep switching momentum and moving your fingers, you knew you couldn’t last. “Yes, Amber, I think you should cum for us” the woman said. It happened so quickly that your body started shaking and you knew you couldn’t take much more. You squirted again and again, as your cries of pleasure reverberated off the walls. FUCK. With your pussy dripped, your hands land on the floor and your face against the carpet, you heard them all stand up. “It’s time to truly break her in, enough of this” you heard your husband say. The thought made you tremble… What had we been doing if not “breaking” me? “Do you want your collar, Amber” your husband asked. “Yes, Sir” the thought of a collar was as revolting as it was hot. “Are you a good slut” he asked. “Yes, Sir” you responded, resigned. “Good, this man came here to help me teach you a lesson. Be a good girl and suck his cock as thanks” your husband said. The shock didn’t have time to register as the woman grabbed your hair and you were forced to sit up on your knees. The pressure at your lips told you his cock was there, and the odor was obvious. With your hair pulled back your mouth was already partly open, and it slid right in. Neither the man nor the woman was gentle as they forced your head forward and his cock deeper. You tried your best not to choke but it was inevitable the further down your throat he went. He was clearly face-fucking your mouth. It was messy and the drool and precum started smearing all over your face. All you could think about while he used your face for his own gratification was getting air between each thrust. Then the stopped as he pulled his cock out of your mouth. Desperately retching for air, couching to clear your throat, until he slapped you. “Stay still and keep your mouth open” the man grunted. “She has a present for you.” He left his cock at the edge of your tongue, an obvious reminder that you still had work to do. You heard it before you felt it, a loud vibrating sound that you took to be a wand as soon as it hit your clit from the back. You couldn’t halt the moan that escaped your lips, nor the grinding motion you started against it. There you kneeled in limbo, grinding against a vibrator, with another man’s cock on your tongue. You couldn’t believe what you were about to ask. “Please let me suck your cock” you moaned “Please” “Fine” your husband said. And you began sucking the other mans cock. The buildup was intense, and it didn’t last long before you couldn’t control it anymore and squirted all over the wand, earning yourself a hard slap on the ass. But the men said nothing as he started using your mouth again. You could fill his cock sliding deeper down your throat as he grabbed you by the fair and started face fucking you again. Then it happened, you felt his cock twitch and convulse, the spurts of cum running down your throat. You tried to swallow it, but it was too much. You started choking, coughing frantically as he very slowly withdrew his cock from your throat and mouth, finishing the last drops on your face. “Good” your husband said, “I think you have earned your collar now, slut” “Yes, Sir” you croaked. “Come here” Obediently you moved towards the noise. You smelled the leather before you felt it. The cold metal on the back of your neck as he tightened the buckle. And suddenly, there was light. As your eyes adjusted to the new freedom, you noticed your husband, the man who had clearly just used your mouth, and a woman who was also wearing a collar. “That is for being a good girl” your husband said, “but if you think this is over – your wrong.”

When I was a teenager, my friends always found it strange how I never had a girlfriend. I mean, I’m not an ugly lad, I wasn’t back then and I’m not now, I was always and still am considered to be above average, I’m 6’0 ft tall, I’m in shape, with blue eyes, and brown hair, a born and bred rocker, jeans and a band t-shirt all the way, usually Iron Maiden. I’m nice and will do anything for anyone that I care about. My problem was not that I couldn’t find a girlfriend; it’s that I didn’t want one. My interests landed squarely in the lap of older women, I found girls my age attractive, but I was mainly turned on by milfs, more importantly, cougars. It didn’t help that most of my friends had hot mums, and at 15 I was embarrassed by it. It all started when my mum used to have a friend called Diane, I was 13 at the time, and she always used to take my breath away. It didn’t help she liked to dress a little slutty and with her body that was impossible to ignore. She was a fitness freak, always toned, with paleish skin short blonde hair, large breasts and a firm tight looking arse. She was the one I masturbated through puberty to. She left the area when I was 15 and we lost contact with her. When I turned 16 (16 being the legal age to have sex in England) I decided to get a girlfriend my age, because at this point, my friends thought I was either gay or something else, so I began to date a girl called Lauren, long brown hair, dark brown eyes with a naturally tanned, slim body, with lovely breasts and a gorgeous small yet firm arse. I was attracted to her, and when I lost my virginity to her, the sex was amazing; I just couldn’t help but be more attracted to older women. My first sexual encounter with an older woman came from my oldest friend Tim’s mother Debby, she had known me all her life, seen me almost every day for 17 years and I was practically a son to her. At the time she was 38, with black hair, blue eyes, pale skin and a body to die for, half way between chubby and slender, with wide hips, a gorgeous round arse, and breasts that were still firm, and a good handful. She always wore long hippy style tie dye dresses, wore out of fashion flip flop shoes, and long sleeve cardigans. One day while at Tim’s, I had accidently seen her in the shower, I got a huge erection, it was my holy grail. I decided that day would be the day I gave it a shot. Later on while she washed dishes, I purposely spilt a glass of orange onto the table, made to look accidental obviously. “Will, you clumsy idiot, come and get a cloth and clean that up” Debby had said with her usual playful banter. I walked over to her, an erection raging in my pants, this was my big chance, I leant in from behind, making sure she felt my cock, I knew she had, her face went red. I reached round, took the cloth in my hand, pushing my hips as much as I dare into her without my friend noticing. She had become flushed, the seed of the idea was planted in her mind, she would be thinking of that all day. Throughout the day I would catch her looking over at me, from the corner of her eye, caught in a deep stare, or a passing glance. Me and Tim were in a band at the time, he was playing guitar through his amp, quite loud while we wrote songs. I needed the toilet and went to the loo. I passed Debby’s room on the way, and heard a faint sound, like someone talking under their breath. My heart pounding out of my chest, I slowly, quietly opened the door, the sight that met me, the smell, I was in heaven. Her tie dye dress pulled all the way up to her hips, her panties round her ankles. Debby was laid, knees in the air playing with herself. I could smell her wet pussy from the door, the sound of her fingers working magic filled the room, and she was moaning under her breath. My cock was a raging monster, trying to burst through the zip on my jeans, I had to wait though, I had to let her make the move. After all, it might not have been me that got her like this. Suddenly her hips thrust into the air, bucking up and down, her legs shaking as an orgasm took her. The sight was amazing. After she had calmed, she sat on the edge of the bed, a look of disbelief, almost disgust ran across her face. “I...Can’t... He’s like my son”. Electricity zapped through my body, I’d done it, and she was mine. When it came time to go home, rain was pouring outside, we were in the middle of winter, and the nights had become dark early. It was a 3 mile walk to my house through some woods. I was about to leave the house when a voice piped up from behind me, “Will, wait sweetie you can’t walk home through this” Debby had come running down the stairs, car keys in hand, she was always a good woman. “Are you sure Deb?” I implied, “I don’t want to be a fuss”. “Don’t be silly of course it’s fine” she smiles at me, but there is something else there, guilt? Longing? I said goodbye to Tim, got in the car and we were off. 3 miles doesn’t take long in a car, but the quick way to my home was blocked by a crash, so we decided to go the long way, which would take us through the back roads. Debby was looking very red, more flushed than sweaty. Every time she checked her mirrors, I noticed a quick glance to my cock, this was my chance. “Debby”? I said this in a playful; I want something voice, like you would when you ask your parents for money or something. “Yes... what’s wrong Hun”? She replies, with a quick smile. “Can we pull over? I really need to use the men’s room” I say with a giggle. “You animal” she says with a laugh “yeah ok, but be quick ok” she smiles again. We pull over in an overgrown lay by, I rush off and pretend to wee. When I get back in the car I leave my zip undone on purpose, and I know Debby has seen my erection nearly bursting through my underwear. At 17 my cock is 10 inches, and Debby is staring at it. “If you want it Debby, take it” I say to her, I undo my top button. Her hand shoots over to stop me “Will, no please, what... are...” she is cut off, she has accidentally grabbed my cock, she can feel it in her hands, and her cheeks flush red hot, eyes widened with desperate longing. “It’s so big” she whispers. “It’s all yours” I reply and push my pants down, and kick them off. My cock is out, sprung to attention, staring Debby in the eye. The look on her face is as if she is in a trance, she grabs her skirt and panties by the hem line and pushes them off onto the floor. Her eyes fixed on my cock as she steps over and straddles me, she places my cock at her entrance, which is radiating with unimaginable heat, but she looks into my eyes at the last minute. “Will...We can’t, this is... this is wrong” She goes to move, but I grab her arse, “That’s what makes it so hot” I slam her down on to my cock, her tight pussy takes me by surprise and I let out a long moan. I see the shock and pleasure launch up Debby’s body, her mouth opens wide and she lets out a squeal as her eyes role back. “FUCK!!” I’ve never heard Debby swear, her eyes lock with mine, and she has the look of a woman possessed. She begins to rotate her hips, clockwise, and then anti clockwise, she lifts her cardigan over her head and reveals no bra, just those perfect round breasts. She reaches back and lets her long black curly hair down, in this quick moment, she is a new woman. She begins to bounce back and forth on my cock, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with every impact. “Aw Yes!! Your cock feels fucking good” she squeals, the sound of wet smacking flesh fills the car. “Shit, Debby you’re so wet” I’m lost in passion, but I’m brought back to reality when she gets off me, I think she has changed her mind. She has crawled into the back of the car; the seats can fold down, making a flat even surface. She lies on her back and beckons me between her legs. I come face to face with her, she guides my cock inside her again, and I begin to thrust, “Fuck me” she whispers, and I give a hard thrust, “Fuck me” another hard thrust, “FUCK ME” she squeals, and I begin to thrust hard and fast into her. I never thought the quiet hippy woman that I had known growing up was a closet whore. She moves her legs round my shoulders, and my balls smash against her arse. “That’s it you dirty boy” she purrs, “Treat me like I’m your dirty slut, and fuck me in the back of my car!!” The filth this woman is capable of baffles me, but I find it so hot, so sexy. Her body goes rigid her eyes go misty, her legs stiffen, and her hips buck as an orgasm rocks through her body “FUCK!! Don’t stop I’m Cumming!!” I continue pounding her pussy, the orgasm won’t stop and my balls become drenched. The tightness of her pussy drives me insane. “Cum for me Will, fill me up, don’t pull out I want to feel every drop you have” the look on Debby’s face is priceless, she can’t tell whether to be disgusted with herself, or love every minute. “Shit, Debby I’m... aw!!” I shout loud as my balls empty wads of hot cum into Debby’s pussy, “Aw I can feel it!” Debby squeals in ecstasy. I role off her, both panting, laid in the dark. “We don’t have to continue you know” I say to her, expecting her to break down at any moment. “Yes...Yes we do” she replies, I’m literally shocked. “I’ll show you everything, where the G-spots are, how to best get to them, and anything you ever want to try, I’m up for it.” The lust dripping from Debby’s words sends goose bumps over my body. “So if I wanted to try anal?” I say with a grin, “Even anal” she winks. Debby was true to her word, she taught me everything I needed to know, which got me a lot of praise from Lauren in the bed room. I told Debby of how I prefer older women; she had asked if I wanted relationships with them, when I told her I just wanted sex, she said it would be a phase that would pass. I broke up with Lauren when she moved down south to go to college, we ended on good terms, which we wouldn’t have if she found out about Debby. I and Debby called it a day when I turned 20, I had been fucking other women by this point, but Tim had quit university to come home and get a job, so we found it hard to get the time. My friends found out my attraction to older women when we were on a night out once, they were trying for the group of 19 year old lasses in the corner, and I had set my sights on a 40ish year old woman at the bar, I forget her name; it was a one night stand, but after I took her back to my University dorm room and fucked her stupid all night, my friends gave me the name milf hunter. I told them it sounded stupid and made me sound like a serial killer, so one of them decided to change it to Captain Cougar. I still hated it, but it was better than bloody milf hunter. The lad that gave me the nickname, Milf hunter is called Wesley, he found it hilarious. I knew he wouldn’t if he found out I was longing for his mother Melissa. What a woman, 5’6, slender with long blonde hair, naturally lightly tanned skin, deep green eyes, average sized breasts with a tight little arse, she worked out a lot. She was 46 at the time, but looked 35, she was fantastic. They were a family from South Africa, Johannesburg I believe, the way she weaved her accent was stupidly sexy. The main problem is that she was at the time, and still is now, married. So I had to take my time with her, plan it out. I had already planted the seed into her mind. We had all become close over that year at university, and Wesley had introduced me to his family. Melissa loved my energy instantly, how I was always happy, wanting to laugh and so on. She would always give me hugs. I hugged her from behind by surprise once; I did it for a laugh in front of friends, the reality was I had an erection, and used the same method as I did with Debby, with her. She was flushed from feeling my cock, but I could tell she needed something else to get her to cheat on her husband. Wesley had a house party one summer afternoon, his sister Jen had come back from work over in Africa. She was an attractive woman, 26 years old at the time. She was between chubby and slender, but still sexy, a nice round arse, with large breasts, her mother’s blonde hair, and her father’s green eyes. She has 2 children; the father had left her before the first was born. She’s a well spoken woman, never swears, and never does anything abnormal. As the party went on I kept noticing her looking over at me, I smiled at her and she came over to talk. “Hi I’m Jen” she says with a smile. “I’m Will” I reply, returning the smile “It’s nice to finally meet you.” I add. Her accent is almost as sexy as her mothers. “So are you the milf hunter” she says with a giggle, at this point I notice she is a tad drunk. I breathe out an annoyed sigh “I hate that nickname, but yes I’m him” she reads the disapproval in my tone, but ignores it. I notice Melissa head off inside the house and upstairs, as Wesley leaves to go get more drink from the shop, he would be gone for around half an hour. The music is loud, and suddenly I notice Jen was speaking the whole time. “What was that sorry? I was miles away” she looks at me with a strange look, then says again “Your the milf hunter, and I’m the milf, so hunt me” she winks then walks into the house, swinging her arse side to side, and heads upstairs. A plan clicks to my head, if I fuck Jen while Melissa is upstairs and the music is as loud as it is; only she will hear it, which will make her think of my cock again, and show her I can use it. I felt bad about using Wesley’s sister like this, but I already wanted to fuck his mum, why stop there. I head off upstairs, I pass Melissa’s room where she is getting changed, and apparently from what I can tell someone spilt a drink on her. I walked into the bedroom next to hers, and Jen was laid on the bed naked already. I didn’t waste time either, my cock was hard from thinking about Melissa, and she would be dressed again soon, I also only had 20 minutes there about until Wesley got home. I flung my clothes off and walked to the bed, Jen got on all fours and crawled to me, taking my throbbing cock in her mouth and going to town, I could feel her tongue rubbing the underside of my shaft, this girl was a pro. I pulled out of her mouth and swooped behind her, I wanted to face the door to see if Melissa would look in. “Eager aren’t we big boy” Jen purred, “Has it been a Wh...AW FUCK!!” Jen squeals as I shove myself to the hilt, she is tight, and soaking wet, she must have been thinking about this for a while. I pull her hair back and fuck her hard, I move my hips to reach the G-spots Debby showed me. “Shit you feel good” squeals Jen “Milf hunter indee...FUCKK!!!” she squeals as I hit the G-spot I wanted. I work magic with this woman, not a cougar obviously but I can’t do anything wrong, the boiling hot walls of her pussy undulate as if by command, from the head to the hilt. She tightens around me as an orgasm erupts from her body “OH GOD!!! I’m Cumming!! You feel so good FFFUUCCKK!!” she smashes her arse back at me, meeting my every thrust, this girl is a pro. I notice movement at the door, I push Jen’s head on to the bed so she can’t see them... its Melissa. She is looking me dead in the eye, a look of forbidden longing. She isn’t fazed by the fact she is watching a man fuck her daughter. I begin to reach the point of no return “Jen, I’m close babe” I manage to gasp. “I want to taste it please!” she begs. I pull out and she swings round on the bed and takes my whole cock in her mouth. She works her magic, her tongue doing wondrous things, but my eyes are still on Melissa. My balls tighten and I explode hot wads of cum down Jen’s throat, and she gobbles every drop. While Jen polishes my cock off I mouth to Melissa “You’re next” and blow her a kiss. She grows flustered, a faraway look in her eyes. I hear Wesley come in from the shops. I look down and Jen is smiling up at me “Just in time hmm big boy” she winks, kisses my cock and we get dressed. “We should do that again sometime” she says, a sly smile across her face “Oh you can count on it” I smile back; I might as well play along. The party continues as normal after that. I keep catching Melissa looking over at me, I can tell she wants me, but she isn’t the only one. Across the room Jen and her friends keep looking over to, she must be telling them of our exploits. A couple seem uninterested, but I can tell some are tempted. As the day turns into night, and the party has reached full swing, Wesley decides we should all go to a night club in town. We call a mini bus to come pick us up, but before it arrives I learn Melissa isn’t going. I decide this to be my opportunity. I tell Wesley that I’ll catch them up in another taxi because I wasn’t feeling well. He jumps on the coach and I feel a quick squeeze on my arse, it’s Jen “Hurry along ok” she gives me a wink and bites her lip. Wesley’s dad jumps on last and they head off. Melissa doesn’t know that I decided to stay back. I let myself in the house and close the door behind me, locking it quietly. Melissa comes round from the kitchen into the living room, when she sees me she jumps. “Will!! You silly boy, you scared the life out of me” she shouts, startled. “Sorry Mel, I just wanted to surprise you” I reply, I naughty smile stretching my lips. “Did you like what you saw earlier?” I take a step forward, she stays where she is. “I...Don’t know what you mean” she tries to throw the question away. “You know exactly what I mean, I know you saw me and Jen” straight to the point. “What you do with Jen is your own business” she replies, her voice begins to tremble as she moves towards me. I pout “I put that show one for you though” the smile returns. We both stop in the middle of the room, inches from each other. “Will... I’m married, you’re my son’s best friend, and from what I can tell you are dating my daughter... this is wrong” our mouths move closer together, I brush her hair behind her ear. She is wearing a white ladies casual button up shirt, with short shorts, she is bare foot, and what I can tell through her top, she is wearing no bra. We kiss “I used Jen to turn you on, to make you want me” she tries to pull away, “That’s awful!” she falls into another kiss, our tongues doing a heated dance of passion. “You’re not the boy I thought you were” back into our heated kiss. I undo her top to reveal her breasts, lovely round fleshy orbs, just a handful. I play with them, teasing her nipples. She begins to take sharp breaths. I stroke down her stomach and begin to undo her Shorts. I slide my hand down into her soaking panties, the heat close to an oven. The touch of my cold hands causes her to jump “You should sto...ahh...p” I slide 2 fingers in, she begins to lie back on the floor. I use my thumb to rub her clit, while 2 of my fingers work inside her pussy. “Oh god...Us...” she trails off, lost in passion. “What was that Mel?” I ask, kissing her neck. “Use Me” she whispers. “Can’t quite hear you” I pinch her clit and it sends a spasm up her body “Use Me...Use Me...USE ME!! I’m yours Will just take me!!” She pushes her shorts off and kicks them away as I undo my pants. She pulls my shirt over my head and kisses my nipples as I pull my pants off, and my cock springs out to greet her “You’re so big” her eyes wide with passion and disbelief, she takes me into her mouth, lapping and slurping, surprisingly not as good as Jen in this case, she feels out of practice. She begins to get back in the swing of things, she feels fantastic “You taste good babe” she says between mouthfuls “Even better knowing Jen was on this earlier” I’m taken by surprise… did Melissa just admit she knows what Jen’s pussy tastes like? For some strange reason, this sends me into hyper drive. I grab her wrists and pin her to the floor, she wraps her legs round my waste as I push myself inside her. She is the tightest cougar I’ve ever had; she can’t have had this for a long time. I begin to fuck this blonde bombshell hard. Her breasts bounce with every hard collision of our hips; my knees begin to get sore with friction burn, my balls slap against her arse “Oh god, you feel so good babe” her accent drives me wild “You feel amazing Mel” I manage to get through a gasp, this woman truly feels amazing. I grab her legs and lift them round my shoulders. I pound her pussy hard, rotating my hips looking for the deep G-spot at the back “Oh! Oh God!!... You’re so good at this… Oh god don’t stop” Melissa’s eyes role back, as if in and out of consciousness. “Your cock feels so good…OH! There Right There Don’t Stop!!!!” She screams as I finally hit the g-spot. I fuck her as hard as a day is long. She begins to hit her hands against the floor, arch her back and pull at her hair. Her chest, neck and face begin to go deep red, flustered at the attention to her g-spot. Her pussy begins to flow with juices, which means one amazing fact, Melissa is a squirter. “You close Mel?” I ask her, she looks into my eyes and tries to focus on me, she calms her squealing enough to muster a simple response of “MmHm” then her body stiffens, her back arches, her head is thrown back as she screams into an earth shattering orgasm, her legs go stiff and spasm up my body, her toes curl going white hot before uncurling wide as if trying to separate from her feet “OHH GODD!! SHHIITT!!” Jet after hot jet of liquid squirts from her pussy, soaking me. My balls tighten, I suddenly reach the point of no return “oh god!! Mel I’m going to cum to!!” I shout “In me Will!! Fill me up!!” She is insistent, and I oblige. I pound her pussy hard, I’m mad with lust and my balls unload wads of cum into her pussy “Oh, Oh That’s good. I can feel it” she pants. We are both exhausted. We lie there on the floor for almost 20 minutes before I turn to her and ask “What did you mean when you said about Jen before?” she looks me in the eye, her face still red and flustered, her body still has random spasms from her orgasm. “Jen is adopted Will” she finally replies “I told her when she was 18, I believed she was mature enough to know by this point, but I expected tears, not what she said next” she drifts off, a sort of fond reminiscing look goes over her face. “What did she say?” I ask. “She said she was happy I wasn’t her mother” she pauses “She saw that upset me, but she put her hand on mine and said, no Mel you have been good to me, and I don’t mean it like that. I remember her touching my face then saying, I’m glad you’re not my mum because now I can do this. Then she kissed me” I look at Mel shocked “She… Kissed you” I ask trying to believe it myself. “Yes” she replied “I initially pulled away and asked what she was doing, but she grabbed me and kissed me again, and moved my hand she was holding under her skirt, she is stronger than she looks, but she wasn’t wearing panties, I felt her warm and moist… well you know, and before I knew it she was kissing my neck, and I was letting her” she pauses, a look of fond memory rather than self disgust on her face. “It’s like I had left my body and was watching myself do it, screaming to stop but I kept going. I’d begun to pleasure her, and she had slipped a hand under my dress and begun to play with me to. It felt so wrong, but it kept me going, I loved the whole taboo idea of it, I kept thinking, she’s not actually my daughter, I’m aloud to do this” she giggles and bites her lip. “She had begun to say, I’ve been a naughty girl and need punishing Mel, please punish me, spank me, I deserve it” I was so turned on by the story my cock was erect, she looked over, noticed and straddled me, guiding it inside her “This will help me think” she says, gasping as my member enters her pussy. She slowly moves herself up and down my shaft and continues “I remember, she took her skirt off and grabbed her ankles, lifting them up, spank me she kept saying, and I did, hard” she began to move her hips back and forth, lifting to the tip, and as she said hard, slammed herself back down. It’s like she was telling the story with her hips. “Spank me Mel, harder. That’s all she kept saying, and I did, I spanked her with one hand and poked her with the other. I remember looking at it, seeing how juicy it was, then I just remember going for it” she began to bounce on my cock fast and hard “I began to eat her out, I can still hear her squealing, Oh god yes Mel, don’t stop, don’t you dare” I grabbed her hips and met her thrusts “I couldn’t stop, I was lost in the moment, and then she squirted all OVER ME!!!” Melissa explodes into orgasm, taking me with her, I cum inside her again, and all I can feel is our juices mingled into one all over my waste. She lays on top of me face to face, both of us panting, recovering from another orgasm “And that Will, is how I know what Jen tastes like” she smiles, bites her lip, and kisses me. We both got up after that, and had a shower, together obviously. I called a taxi after that and went to the club to meet Wesley and the rest. I managed to catch up being drunk with them and me and Jen would spend most of the night dancing and grinding against each other. I ended up leading her to the staff private toilet, I knew the bouncer so he always looked the other way. I had her bent over the sink when she said to me “So… was Mel as good as you hoped?” I looked at her and she shot me a smile back “Yeah she was” I replied, “Told me all about you” I smile and spank her arse hard “Ooff you tease” she winks “I have been a naughty girl with her a lot” she bites her lip as I pull out, pick her up and do her against the wall. The affair between me and Melissa lasted a year. Somehow Wesley never found out about either me and Jen or me and Melissa. We never had a threesome, which I honestly regret, but I used to get videos sent to me over facebook, or on my phone of the 2 of them having sex. We only stopped because Jen had to go back to Africa to work, as she couldn’t find a job here, and Melissa and her husband moved down south. We rarely speak anymore which is understandable; it would have looked suspicious if we kept in contact. The last time I saw her was 10 months before this current event, when I was working a few weeks down south, and she would visit my hotel twice a week. We made a video for Jen and sent it to her, but we never heard a reply about it. Now we are in modern day. I’m 24 years old and I work as a lifeguard at a local leisure centre. I’m lean, 6’1, but I still kept my rocker appearance. My friend Tim had come back to town for his birthday to see us and party old school. We met at mine for pre drinks “So Captain Cougar, you on the prowl tonight” Tim punches my arm with a bellowing laugh from him and the other lads “Hell Yeah, thought I’d start with your mum as a warm up then move on to the next feisty Lady” We all laugh, me most of all, as I had for a fact fucked Debby the day before while Tim was visiting his girlfriend, in Tim’s bed no less, I’d missed her, and she still had the moves, but we knew it would be a one off. The drinks go down to easy and we head off to the local pub. Though I enjoy a night out, I had begun to lose interest in clubbing, so I would drink till last orders or before, then head home. We got to the pub and began to have the time of our lives. Wesley is out with us, and I learn Jen is back in town, and she hadn’t changed at all. “Hey Will” she smiles a broad smile and gives me a tight hug “Jen, it’s been way to long” I return the hug, and she slyly licks my ear while no one is looking “Much to long” she bites her lip and walks away. Jen hasn’t changed at all. She is wearing a crème dress that stops halfway between knee and hip, long enough so it manages to conceal her plump arse, but short enough to keep you interested, her back is revealed in the dress, showing down to just above her bum and the front reveals a nice eyeful of cleavage. Her high heel shoes match her dress with color. 11:30pm and the shots come raining in, we say cheers to Tim and down them all. I notice Jen head into the toilets; she gives me a quick wiggle of her arse across the room and vanishes into the men’s room. The camera outside has been broken for years, so she can get away with things like that. I follow her in and find her in the end cubicle, the only one where you can’t see under the door or wall, or look over, like its own separate room. She is just stood there looking at me, she lifts her arms up to the straps of her dress and pulls them down, revealing her gorgeous round breasts. I walk in and close the door behind me, locking it. Her eyes half glazed, goose bumps going up her body with hot excitement “I heard you saw my mum a few months ago while in London” she says while biting her lip “Yeah I did” I run my hands up her arms “We had a good catch up, did you enjoy our video?” I turn her round and bend her over slightly, her face is pressed gently against the wall, one of her legs is lifted onto the toilet as I rub my fingers up the back of her thigh and up under her dress, lifting it as I went. “Aww…” she purrs at me touch “I was so jealous, I’ve wanted you for so long Ah!... Aww” I slide 2 fingers inside her pussy “You did something with her in that video we had never done” her voice has become nearly a whisper, as if in a trance “What was that?” I ask, she moves her head slightly to look back at me “You fucked her in her arse, I’ve wanted that cock in my arse ever since. Go in… Shit!...” she has a quick spasm of pleasure hit her body “That felt good, go in my bag, there is lube” I stop fingering her and rummage through her bag, she takes her panties off and resumes her original position. I find the little bottle and lift her dress over her arse, and pour the lube over her arse hole. “Oh, it’s cold” she giggles “Be gentle babe, I’ve never had a cock in my arse before, and you are pretty big” she bites her lip and smiles back at me “I’ll go gentle, I promise” she knows I’m lying. I place my cock at her arse hole and begin to push in, I can tell it’s painful for her, but she is enjoying it “Shit!..FFFUCKK! oh that feels good” I keep pushing, her arse enveloping my cock, inch by inch, and after 2 minutes of easing myself in, I’m at the hilt “Oh god, this feels amazing” Jen’s mouth is wide open, her eyes tight shut, I decide she has had enough time to adjust, I pull all the way out, and slam back in and begin to fuck her hard “AH!! OH GOD!! THAT FEELS GOOD BABE YES!!” she screams and shouts, lost in this new sensation “Shh, quiet babe, don’t want anyone to hear us” I grab her hips and fuck her tiny arse hole as she covers her mouth “Shit… Shit this hurts so good” tears begin to run down her face, thank god for water proof make up. “Do you want me to pull out?” I ask concerned “Fuck no” she smiles back “I’m loving this” I smile and put one hand on the wall for leverage and reach round with the other to fondle her clit, I know we have to be quick, otherwise people will become suspicious. “We should…” she trails off, holding back a scream “Grab my phone, lets film it and send it to Mel” she drags her bag over to her and grabs her phone, she sets it up and starts filming herself “Hi Mel..Fuck! aww guess who I’m with, say hi Will” she turns the phone onto me “Hi Mel, miss you babe” I spank Jen’s arse and blow Mel a kiss to the phone. “We thought we would give you something to watch, enjoy” Jen passes me the phone and a film me fucking her arse while Jen plays with her clit. “Will I’m close, I’m so close” Jen gasps “Me to Babe… Together?” I ask “Toge…Aw Aw Aw AWW!! SHI….mmm” I cover her mouth as she meets my thrusts, our hips colliding with the force of crashing cars as she explodes all over the cubicle floor “FFUUCCK!!!” I’m not far behind as I shoot ropes of hot cum into Jen’s arse, our orgasms nearly taking us off our feet. I pull out and get close with Jen “Hope you enjoy Mel” We blow a kiss then end the video. We straighten ourselves up and leave the bathroom separately. When I asked where I had been, I just said I had been with an old flame, “Captain Cougar strikes again!” Tim joked. Jen sent the video via message on her phone to Mel, titled “Watch Alone!!” Me and Jen managed to stay off until the end of the night. I got a quick prod in the ribs at around 1:30am off Jen, she waved that she had a video message on her phone. “Will, you wouldn’t mind walking me home would you, I’m a little drunk” she giggles “Sure yeah” I reply “Let’s go” I tell the lads that I would walk her home, then get a taxi from her house to mine. We all hug good night then head off. We giggle and reminisce about old times, the private ones we couldn’t talk about in front of people. Wesley went home around 12 not feeling well, so we cut into a place called black alley on the sea front, a sheltered seating area that over looked the sea at the top of the hill. It was quite far off the path and the sea would drown out any sounds we made. I sit on the bench, and Jen sits on my lap “Ready to see what she sent” Jen giggles “Yeah” I reply with a smile. The video starts and we see the video of us on the big TV in the background, this isn’t a phone video, the video is made on an actual camera. Melissa wanders from behind it, she is completely naked, and again hasn’t changed at all “Hey kids” she says with a smile “Jen, your dad is out at work tonight, so I thought I’d show you how much I like this video you sent me” she winks, blows a kiss at the camera, and she starts our video on the TV “oh and Jen baby, get that big cock inside you, ride along with me babe” I’m hard already from seeing Melissa. We stand up, I take my pants off and put them on the seat so I don’t get a cold arse, and Jen takes her panties off. I sit back down and put my cock at Jens pussy as she sits down on it. “Aw that feels good” Jen purrs. Melissa begins to play with herself to the video we send her, and Jen rides my cock as we watch it. Melissa speaks “Oh… Fuck, I wish you 2 were here” she says breathlessly “Will I want your cock so bad, pounding inside me. And Jen I want you sat on my face, l can still taste you” Me and Jen are mesmerized by Melissa “Oh god, She’s so naughty” gasps Jen, she bounces on my cock so hard her breasts are bouncing and slapping, I meet her every bounce with a hard thrust, she somehow keeps steady hold of the phone, we are both fixated on Melissa. “Oh god, I’m close guys, try and cum with me” Melissa’s back begins to arch, and me and Jen go into over drive “We have to cum with her!” I shout “Oh god yes Will! Fuck me!! Make me cum with her!” the bench squeaks and creaks with our passionate Endeavour. Melissa’s head whips back as she cums in the video, and at the same time, me and Jen cum “Fuck Fuck!! I’m Cumming!!” squeals Jen “Oh Fuck me to!!” I follow up. I grab her shoulders and fill her up, every drop inside Jen’s pussy, Melissa squeals and bucks on the video. Me and Jen sit there, I hold my arms round her waste so she doesn’t fall off, we are gasping for breath, recovering from orgasm. Melissa is curled up in the video. She roles over and blows us a kiss then says “Miss you guys” then turns off the camera. I walk Jen home, when we get to her front door, she turns and puts her arms round my shoulders “I’ve missed you Will” she smiles and kisses me “I’ve missed you to Babe” I find that I do mean it, I have feelings for this woman. She walks inside, and closes the door, shooting me a cheeky smile beforehand. Jen becomes my frequent friend with benefits after that night, I find out she is permanently moving back to the area and is only staying with Wesley while she finds a place of her own. She moves into a house that is a former farm house about 20 minutes outside of town, and I’m pretty much there every day. I usually start work at 12 in the afternoon, after she would drop her kids off at school, she would find me parked at her house where we would go and have sex and hang out for a few hours before I went to work. I found myself falling for Jen, but at the same time, there was something eating away at me and that something was stopping me from making us official and more than just sex. I could tell Jen was ready to become official, but that something was pulling me back, like unfinished business. One night all the lads went out for drinks, when we got to the pub I found out that I had completely forgotten my wallet. I told them I would be back soon and walked back to Wesley’s where I had left it. I could have got a lift but I just fancied a nice walk, I wasn’t too bothered about getting drunk anyway. After half an hour I got to Wesley’s, grabbed my wallet and headed back. Listening to my Ipod seemed to make me walk faster, and being a fan of Metal, well I could walk pretty fast if lost in the music. For a moment I think I can hear someone shouting my name but pass it off as music, until a hand grabs my shoulder spinning me round to see a woman standing before me. “Will, is that you?” she knows my name, but how. I take a closer look at the woman, she is familiar. She is wearing a black top that shows off her cleavage and revealing a toned stomach. She is wearing black leggings that cover slender legs and a round firm arse, and on her feet she wears high heeled shoes. Her hair is short and blonde with a side fringe. The revelation dawns on me “Oh my god Diane!” I hug her hard and we laugh and giggle. “It’s been way to long” I say “Where are you staying?” the smile on my face begins to hurt; I’m overjoyed to see this woman. “Here… I live here” she points to the flat “I live on the top floor, would you like to come in and catch up?” The smile on her face is hard to say no to “Of course, lead the way”. I follow her upstairs; her arse is still as nice as I remember. Her face in the light shows she hasn’t aged much at all, the woman is 50, but doesn’t look a day over 40. “Take a seat, I’ll bring some wine in and we can talk” she heads off to the kitchen and grabs a couple of bottles. I learn that after she moved away she met a man and got married, but she had begun to miss the freedom of being single, so she left him last year, and moved back into the area. “He never liked my dress sense that man. Always said I was revealing too much, but you know me hunny, I’ve always dressed like this” she said. “Yeah you have like” I laugh “You never did leave much to the imagination” we both laugh together “Cheeky bastard” she slaps my arm “But no you are right I never was one for being shy” she sends me a foxy smile, and my boner begins to rise. I take a sip of wine and try to calm myself. “Anyway, as I recall, you liked what I wore… a lot” I go red and look at her; she has a very sly smile on her face “Oh yeah?” I reply “What makes you say that?” my body begins to shake. She takes a sip of wine and places her hand on my leg “You think I didn’t know you wanted me back then? I remember catching you in my bedroom masturbating into a pair of my knickers” she does a very sexy giggle and slides her hand up to my boner but I’m still lost for words, her direct approach blind sides me. “Oh... There he is” she smiles broadly then bites her lip “You… you saw me do that?” I’m trembling “Don’t be scared sweetie” she coos “You were young and horny, your hormones all over the place, I didn’t blame you, in all honesty I was flattered. A young lad finding me attractive enough to cop off to is fine by me” she edges closer to me, and begins to rub my boner through my jeans, I begin to lose control. Diane looks me dead in the eye “Do you think I’m still sex… mmm” I grab her and pull her into a kiss. She returns it and our tongues dance a heated tango of passion, she pushes me back on to the sofa “Sweetie, I didn’t invite you up here to kiss” she takes her top off revealing those perfect round breasts, firm and no droop in sight. Then she turns round and takes her leggings off, bending over and revealing her round tight and firm arse, and her hairless pussy. She comes over to me, swinging her hips from side to side. She undoes my pants and yanks them off, letting my throbbing cock spring free, as I remove my shirt. “That’s what I invited you up here for” she takes my cock in her hand and begins to work it up and down, I’m lost to this woman. “Ever since I saw you jerk off into my favourite panties I’ve thought of nothing but having this huge cock inside me” she gives it a lick from hilt to head then back down, and pulls away. “I didn’t want you then obviously, much too young, I knew I had to wait. And I’m glad I did, look at you, all grown up” every dream of my puberty was coming true, I was about to fuck Diane. “You’re so sexy Di, oh god I’ve dreamed of this day” I’m practically whispering, Diane is a pro at working my cock, teasing me with her hands and tongue. She licks up my cock again then when she gets to the top, takes it into her mouth, burying my cock down her throat. The sensation is driving me insane; she is such a perfect tease. She holds her head there for half a minute before coming up for air. “You taste good hunny” she smiles, pre cum dribbles down her lip “Every man I have been with, the only thing that got me through was imagining their cock was yours. Every time a man came inside me, or on my face I imagined it was yours” she took another 3 big blows of my cock, then she leant back, letting go of it. “You do look good hun... Whoa!!!” she is taken by surprise as I leap from the couch and lay her on the floor, as she lays back I part her legs and go to town eating out her pussy, all tongue and fingers “SHIT!! FUCK!! OH GOD YES WILL BABY THAT’S GOOD!!!” I fuck her pussy with my tongue and fingers, hooking them and pinching her clit. Before I know it I have 3 fingers inside her and I’m nibbling her clit. She is holding the back of my head squealing in the background somewhere, but I’m lost in concentration. The taste, the aroma, she is intoxicating, addictive like a drug that I can’t help but take. Her hips buck “FUCK!! Will... I’m... I’M... AH FUCK!!!” she squirts all over my face, a never ending jet of hot liquid coating me, her and the carpet. She lays there twitching violently as the orgasm rocks her body. I kiss up her body to her lips, we engage in another passionate dance of the tongues. She breaks the kiss “Give me it... Give me your cock... I need it” she looks longingly into my eyes as she reaches down and grasps my throbbing member. She rubs it up and down her pussy, and begins to guide it in “Shit... Di it’s yours... It’s all yours” I push in with her guidance and my cock is enveloped by the very pussy that made me who I was, that made me want to fuck all these older women, which made me Captain Cougar. I hoist her legs round my shoulders and begin to thrust in and out, slowly, savouring the moment I had waited over 10 years for. I knew Di, she was a slut through and through, I could only imagine the amount of cocks she had ridden, yet she was tighter than a virgin. Even with her pussy so drenched and lubed up with her juices, it was still incredibly tight. I get used to it, and begin to pick up the pace “Oh God... you’re so big” Diane purrs to me. She puts her hands round the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. Her hold is tight; I use my strength and stand up, managing to keep myself inside her, keeping her legs round my shoulders. “Oh you’re so strong” Di winks and kisses me “Fuck me against the wall” I press her against the wall and begin to pump her pussy so hard my balls lift up and smack her arse with every thrust, her breasts bounce with every connection of our hips “Fuck!! Yeah that’s it babe... Fuck me... Fuck me!!!” the ornaments on the shelf nearby bounce and rattle with the impacts of our passion. “SHIT SHIT I’M CUMMING!!!” Di explodes again, drenching my balls and down my legs, the feeling of her pussy becoming even tighter nearly knocks me off my feet. “Fuck put me down Will I can’t take it” her eyes are rolling back into her head; I take her to the sofa and lay her down. She spasms and twitches violently. Her hands holding her pussy, her legs clamped tight round them. Diane’s body is covered in goose bumps, her toes curled tight and turning white. “Fuck it won’t stop... Aw” she fights to control herself. After a few minutes she becomes reasonably calmed “Shit Will that was amazing” She laughs jumps up and throws her arms round me and into another deep kiss. “You ready to continue, I’m gagging to be inside you again” I shoot her a sly smile “Bedroom... Now Mr” she grabs my cock and leads me into the hallway, upstairs, and into her bedroom. “Close your eyes babe” I do as I’m told. I hear her rummaging round for what seems and eternity until I hear a strict “AHEM” I open my eyes to see her stood holding 2 pairs of handcuffs in one hand and a wooden paddle in the other. “What are they for?” I become a little nervous “For me” she replies, a look of seriousness on her face. “I’ve been so... so naughty, and you have to punish me” she goes over to the bed, a pull up bar is quite high above the bed post. Almost by instinct I follow and handcuff her to the bar. She is knelt down but her arms hoisted into the air, she is able to stand. She stands up and bends over, sticking her arse out for me “Punish me Will” I stay still. I just stand quietly like an idiot. “Spank me... hard... punish me...” I swing the paddle at her arse, a loud smacking noise fills the room and she yelps. “OW!! Yes that’s it... again” I spank her again “OW!! Oh god yes... Punish me... I’m so naughty” I spank her 3 times hard in a row, her knees buckle slightly, then she readjusts her stance “Oh... Oh god... I’ve been so naughty... I’ve longed for your cock for so long... I’m a naughty slut and I want you to fuck me!!” I throw the paddle down and lay down between her legs, she lowers herself down and I guide myself inside. “Fuck yes that’s it... I’m yours Will... Do what you want I’m your naughty fuck toy” Diane is exactly what I thought she would be in bed, a grade A no nonsense slut with a one track mind. She rotates her hips on my cock, and then slides back and forth, she moves as if she was 20 years younger. She bounces on my cock, using the force of me thrusting up at her for a higher bounce and deeper impact, we are perfectly in sink. The room is filled with the sounds of Diane screaming in passion, the wet slurping sounds of my cock entering and leaving her pussy and flesh smacking against flesh. “Will... top draw next to you” I look over and reach for the draw, I open it to find a dildo. Suddenly Di stands up and straddles my face. I am overtaken by the hot moistness of her pussy. “Eat my pussy Will... Eat my pussy and fuck my arse with that dildo” I jam the dildo into her arse; I don’t bother easing it in. “FUCK!!! Oh god yes!!! Treat me like the slut I am!!” I lap and slurp at her pussy, the taste of our mixed juices is divine. I shove the dildo in and out of her arse, treating her like nothing more than an object to satisfy my needs. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!” she explodes over my face again, her juices cascading down my body. I slide from under her and position myself behind her. “Is it your turn to cum?” she pants and throws me a weak smile “You’re damn right” I grab her hair and pull as I shove the full length of my cock inside her. “SHIT!! Yes that’s it, fuck me, fill me up with your cum!!” I pummel her pussy with my cock, I wrench her back by her hair with one hand while playing with her clit with the other... then I feel it. As Diane begins to tighten again, so do my balls “Di... I’m” she cuts me off “Do it with me, fill my pussy up... fill it up... FILL IT..... AH!!!” she hits orgasm again, her tightness starting at the head of my cock, and working its way down, causing me to explode inside her. “FUCK DI I’M CUMMING!!!” ropes after rope of hot cum hits the back of her pussy “I CAN FEEL IT!!!” Diane pushes her arse back on to my cock hard, I hold her hips so she doesn’t lose a single drop. We stay fixed in that position, panting and gasping for air. My vision becomes less fuzzy, I look round the room. I notice the clock; I left the pub nearly 3 hours ago!!! I find the key and Un cuff Diane. She sags limp to the bed. “That... That was amazing” She can barely speak. “You weren’t too bad yourself” I shoot her a sly smile, with a limp arm she gives me a weak slap. “What a send off you have given me you young stud” I look confused at her “What do you mean send off?” she sits up on the bed and lights a cigarette. “What have you noticed about my house? About me? Something I’m wearing perhaps” I look round the room and notice photographs on the bedside table. “This... Isn’t your house?” I ask confused “Got it” She smiles “This is my sister’s house, she was letting me stay here while I sorted things” That’s when I notice it “Your ring... You’re still married?” a weak smile goes across her face “Yep... You got it hunny, we have just managed to work things out me and him. I was just heading out to enjoy my last night as a single lady when I saw you.” I blush, and as does she “I couldn't pass that chance up, to fuck the young stud I’d thought of for so long” she leans over and kisses me “Thank you for making me feel 10 years younger again”. We both shower and get dressed. I found out Diane was moving the next day to be back with her husband. As I kissed her goodbye, I didn't feel sadness. I lay in bed that night, thinking hard, something was new. As the days after mine and Diane’s encounter rolled by I began to realise something. I began to show affection for Jen, I made it public we were going out with each other, I showed my affections in public rather than a dark secret affair. Diane was my unfinished business, my end game. All my lust for cougars ended where it began, with her. I sat and talked with Jen one night, we talked for hours and we decided it was just us from then on, no more Melissa, no more sleeping around; it would be me and her. We are still together to this day, living happily in her house outside of town. If you had asked me the year before if I thought my lust for Cougars would be gone by this time a year later, I’d have thought you mad. It’s funny how life plays out . This is Captain Cougar... Signing off

Bands of Lust Chapter II She had left me with a napkin with her address and quick directions. I stuffed that carefully into my pocket to avoid smearing the ink. And set out to drop off Simon and Nathan who were essentially still shifting between reality and whatever dream world they were simultaneously occupying. Nathan usually was never one to get stoned or drunk, but he was no match for Simon’s persuasion, which usually consisted of him punching Nathan in the arm until he gave in. I left them each at their houses and then turned my wheels for Terra’s place. “Two in the morning,” I said, looking at the car’s digital clock. “God I hope I don’t wake anyone up.” I parked a few blocks down from her place to avoid any awkward morning. The last thing I needed was her parents asking about a strange ca by their curb. I walked to the house, and crossed up to the front door. It was a two story brick box with a garage extension, and a matching brick wall with a black gate leading into the backyard. “Christ, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” I called the number on the napkin and waited. “Yeah?” Terra asked. Even on the phone her voice didn’t lose its honey. “It’s me. I’m, I’m outside your front door.” “Oh, my window is on the second floor on the right side of the house, hop the fence and climb up.” “Climb up?” “Yeah, you’ll see.” “Fine, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I flipped the cell shut and stuffed it into my slacks. “Okay, now I’m climbing into her room. What am I, Romeo?” I hopped her fence with a bit of effort using her garbage bin as a boost. I was just waiting for it to roll out from under me, but I managed to land on the other side. Her window gleamed with light, and then I saw what she had meant. A wooden grid painted white and covered with intertwining vines with their flowers not yet in bloom ran up the full height of the house. “I’m not athletic,” I sighed. I grabbed the rungs and started my climb. Dress shoes didn’t have any grip so I tried to go as slow as possible. As the window neared, I made a conscious effort not to look down. “Just a few more feet and, there.” I was right next to the open window sill, now came the hard part. She stuck her head out the window and smiled. “Didn’t think you could climb that,” she said. I smiled back. “Neither could I, can I get some help?” “Sure, just ease over here and put your left foot on the sill and hold the top of the window with your hands.” “I see you’ve done this before,” I said, stretching my left foot out to the sill. “A few times,” she said. I got my left hand on the top of the window, then my right, and then finally inched over until my right foot was where it needed to be. “Now what?” “Now, just swing yourself in.” “You sure I shouldn’t have just climbed up from the sill?” “Just put one foot in, hold onto the sides and slip in.” It took me a good minute to get up the nerve and three more to finally pass through in slow, jerky movements. There were at least two times I thought I was going to slip and fall to my death, or a pair of broken legs. “Oh, man, that was nuts.” I shook myself back to life, my nerves still shooting bullets of ‘scared shitless’ through my system. I dusted some green refuse from my blazer. Then my hands brushed up against Terra’s soft hands on my left arm. “Let’s get this blazer off,” she said. Her hands slid up my arms to my shoulder, her firm grip sending bolts through to my feet, but they seemed to start collecting somewhere else. Her fingers curled around the collar and slowly slipped it off before tossing it onto the chair of her desk. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she came to my front and placed her hands on my chest. “Let’s get you off those sore feet.” She kissed me, her tongue pushed into my throat. She hadn’t brushed her teeth. The thick smell of her club drinks poured down and into my stomach. I wondered how she even managed to drive back here. Then she pushed me onto her bed. “It’s only been thirty minutes since the bathroom at the club,” I said. “I know,” she said, gazing down at me as her fingers unbuttoned her vest. “I had to satisfy myself on the way over here, I couldn’t hold back.” “What the hell have I gotten myself into?” I thought. I watched the vest slip from her shoulder and hit the floor before sliding off into a corner from a kick. She pulled off her red shirt and tossed it away just as carelessly. Her breasts, the breasts I’d been seeing in my dreams and pictured naked in my mind’s eye every hallway passing, burst up with soft yearning from black satin cups traced with red flowers. She reached back, undid the clip and let the bra fall to the floor. “Oh, damn.” “The heats coming back,” she said. “Yes it is,” I blurted out without much thought. I could feel my cock pressing against my slacks. Her skirt fell and joined the other clothes. Her white panties, now soaked, hit the ground and wound up somewhere in the room, I wasn’t really watching. She stood with her striped stockings and hiking boots, and her long netted gloves. “Aren’t you going to take off your boots?” “I like fucking in these,” she said, and then she pounced. Buttons clattered against the walls as my shirt was ripped open and pulled off and discarded. “Christ!” She slid down along my body, nails raking my chest and stomach with tender pain. She undid my slacks and yanked them down with my underwear and hurled them into some forgetful corner. I didn’t even hear the belt buckle strike the wood. I managed to peer down and saw my erection throbbing with carnal vigor. “Make me cum,” I said, out of breath. “I plan to,” she said with a lush flashing of whites. She leaned forward and lowered her smooth rounded breasts down to my cock. She squeezed them and liquid ecstasy doused me like a surfer’s wave. Her soft, liquid gloves formed around my hardness with burning comfort. I could sense her heart beat through my dick, each thump sending surges of energy through my shaft. Then they rubbed against me, the softness firmly holding me as her warmness combined with my own into passionate fire. My cock slipped in and out of her cleavage, my pre-cum sticking to my shaft and making her breasts glisten. “Oh, god,” I said. I was staring up at the ceiling with my hands at hands above my head. I didn’t look down. Not seeing her do it increased the pleasure. I just stared at the ceiling and kept my mind from wandering. I stayed there and now. Her breasts were slick now with my pre-cum, the firm pressure of her cleavage massaging my shaft caused my cock to twitch and my balls to tighten up. “Oh, shit, I think I’m going to cum.” “Go ahead,” she said. She pumped her breasts faster, the softness of her skin washing my dick in pleasure. “Right into my mouth, baby.” Her head bent down and I gasped aloud as my head disappeared into her mouth. Just like when she’d cleaned me off in the bathroom half an hour ago, the lips tightened around the head and I growled in surprise as I felt her inhale. Air rushed over my cock and I nearly lost control. It vibrated off the head’s skin and sent my senses swirling, and when her tongue began to spin around it with moist slather I felt my body stiffen up. My balls finally tightened to their tightest, and my cock gave its final spasm before spraying white warmth into the back of her throat. As soon as I came, her breasts released the pressure and her mouth rushed down to take my entire length into it as a surplus of seed once held back by her breasts exploded with such force my hips rose up and my back arched. “Oh, fuck!” I cried out. When I finally relaxed, Terra kept sucking me off to take what was left of my cum down her throat. My balls had shrunk, spent, and my dick still twitched from the unexpected force of release. I felt my cock pop out of her soft, strawberry lips. It took effort, but I came up onto my elbows. She was drooling strings of spit down onto my cock and lubricating it with her soft, but aggressive fist. “How many more times can you go?” she asked. “I’m not sure,” I managed to say. “Ungh,” I groaned as my cock started to build up again to its full length, hot red fire stiffening it. There were thin pale lines along my shaft from where her teeth had gently scraped me when she’d come up. I was so dazed from the release I hadn’t even felt their soft bite. “Well, let’s see.” Once my cock was glistening and didn’t seem to be growing anymore, she straddled me and slipped her fingers down to her burning, wet lips. She spread her pussy wide, still raw from the finger fucking she’d given herself on the way home, and then lowered herself down. She took in a long lungful as my hot length stretched her even more. I groaned as I felt the pressure of her cunt constrict around my shaft, its wet warmth burning me raw with ecstatic pain. I felt my pelvis tighten up as the weight of Terra’s sex was borne down on me. “How does it feel?” she asked, fire swirling in those hazel eyes. “Warm,” I said. “Let’s see how long you can last,” she said. With her palms against my chest, her nails digging into my flesh and pulling a groan of pain from my throat, she began to pump herself up and down on my shaft harshly. Her lips smacked loudly against my pelvis with each descent, my ass and hips bouncing on the edge of her bed as she impaled herself on my cock over and over. “Terra, please, this is too much,” I groaned. I wasn’t sure if I could hold it in. “No, don’t cum yet. I’m…still…not…there yet,” she huffed. Her breasts bounced before my eyes as she worked my cock like a pole. My hips started grinding into her. I thrust my cock up into her frantic pussy, her warm furnace swallowing my burning stiffness eagerly. I could feel her stretching and shrinking with each rise and fall. Each spearing ripped her open and tore strong moans from her throat. “Yes, yes!” she screamed. “Push it deeper, I’m right there.” “Terra,” I huffed, my cock pounding her without rest. “I don’t think I can hold it, arrgh!” “Hold it, hold it,” she cried out. “I’m on the edge of it.” She rode me even harder; her pussy began to redden my sore pelvis with each pump. Her nails dug into me, scratching me with feline care. “Oh, shit!” I growled. I clenched my stomach, but I was too late. I grabbed her hips firmly at the last second. I exploded into her, every ounce of my seed adding to the gallons already within her. If she didn’t get pregnant after that, I would think it was an act of God. She screamed into the ceiling, her angelic voice ringing in my ears with a hurricane of sound and fury. Her pussy muscles relaxed as her sex came to rest on my sore pelvis, my even sorer cock still throbbing within her, the last of my seed oozing from my twitching length. I could feel her climax pouring down my shaft; its moist warmness was as thick as honey. My balls had collapsed, its second release being more volcanic than the first. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to go a third time. We both groaned with sharp burning sensation as Terra dismounted, both our raw flesh still too reactive to even the lightest touch. She rolled onto her back to my right side and spread her dripping legs open, the hem of her stockings soaked with her trailing juices. She massaged her inner thighs, and took a long look at me. “Mount me,” she said, her breathing heavy and beckoning. Her voice quivered with need, ached with her uncontrolled addiction. “Can’t we rest,” I asked, completely convinced I couldn’t get it up for at least a few hours. Her answer was to grab me and throw me on top of herself. Without a word she grabbed my cock and massaged it back to life, her tongue licking her lips in hunger. “I need you,” she said. “The heat’s still there. It’s burning me up.” My cock stiffened up and quaked with renewed vigor, and I sighed to myself. I was dripping buckets of sweat, some of those salty droplets drizzled onto her heaving stomach. She yanked me forward so suddenly that my cock’s head struck her swollen clit. She cried out in unexpected euphoria, but I felt sharp pain race up my shaft. I took in a deep breath, looked down to her soaked cunt and pushed my cock once more into her engorging folds. Her heat was still fresh. I growled through clenched teeth as my cock roared with sensation, the rawness too strong to forget. I let my breath out, and managed to look her in her eyes. They were closed and her head was tilted back, mouth slightly open. Hot, needy breath escaped her. “She’s just waiting for me to start,” I thought. I grabbed her thighs and squeezed, then I pulled out and thrust in with as much force as I could muster. The bed rocked with each thrust. Her legs wrapped themselves about my waist and her boots interlocked. I had to rise up on the balls of my feet to be eye to eye with her. My hips rose and fell as her pussy took my cock in its firm hold once more. With my palms pressing into the giving softness of her bed on either side of her head, I huffed and growled as my weight pressed her down into the frame forming mattress. Terra let her hazel eyes grow accustomed to my own black orbs. Her gloved hands massaged their way up my taut arms and then around my body. Her nails dug into my upper back, my aching shoulder blades feeling the sting oh-too-well. I released a soft groan that brought a smile to her features. Clinging to me, she raised herself up so that only her ass and lower back touched the bed and buried her moaning face into my right shoulder, her cries being muffled into my flesh. I felt her hip buck and grind against me, rising to meet each thrust with equal fervor. We fucked each other without a pause for breath. She was like a bitch in heat, her hips slamming themselves passionately into me, my cock driving into her with such speed and strength that I could hear the meeting of our pelvises like the crack of a whip. “That’s it,” she cooed. “Don’t stop, right there, baby.” Her eyes were shut, but I knew unbridled lust lay in those autumn hazel stars. As the bestial heat rose up within us both, I could feel our bodies rushing to finish. My hips were a jackhammer on autopilot, the fullness of my length boring into her body with the ease of a water slick tube. I could feel the passion’s heat rising up in my loins, my balls growing hard and heavy. I was ready to release, and she knew it. Her pussy could feel my cock’s struggling twitches within the vice grip of her vaginal muscles. She just tightened around me with desperation, her inflamed cunt trying to burn the last of my seed from me. I pumped harder and faster, my breath coming loud and heavy. Groaning in some deep beast voice, I wrapped my arms around her back and held her tight against my chest. Her supple breasts were flattened against my heaving biceps, both our hardened nipples sword fighting as we ground into one another with anticipation of our final climax. As I felt my cock spasm several times and my balls began to tighten for the surge, I counted the seconds and timed my release. When I knew I could no longer hold it, I released all mental restrictions and sunk my teeth into Terra’s supple neck for a gentle love bite. Her body stiffened at once, her hips slamming me without pause. Her cunt squeezed my cock in one final burst of aggression, her juices showering me in a rush of liquid lust. She cried out in pure uncontrolled satisfaction as her climax ripped through her senses like a storm. Seconds after, I exploded into her for the third time. My balls shrunk with spent juice, and my cock roared with fire and pain as it released what I took to be my final supply for the night. I prayed she was finally satisfied, that the heat that so often consumed her was finally gone for the night. “Arrgh!” I growled. I collapsed on top of her spent, my chest heaving in time with hers. We still held each other in a tight embrace, our faces buried in each other’s shoulders to muffle our exhaustive breath. She gasped for a long while; the last of her hips’ jerks releasing whatever cum was left within her. I could feel my cock twitching within her burning loins. “Good boy,” she said, her fingers petting the back of my head. “Thank you, Brody.” I panted into her shoulder. “No problem,” I said. “Can we sleep now?” She laughed. “Yeah, we can.” My eyes shut as if weighed down, and my consciousness fled into some other place. I could still feel the heart between our bodies, but that was all. My breath calmed and my heart slowed its pace, and I let the familiar darkness of sleep take me, the Saturday morning sun’s rise only hours away.

Bands of Lust Chapter I Gym class was a waste of time for me. I wasn’t the athletic type. Hell, I was barely the active type. However, graduation was impossible without the piss easy A+ of gym. Girls were playing basketball on the left side of the gym, while we were on the right side running football drills. Essentially, a series of suicide sprints involving the catching and throwing of a football. Fuck, I hate gym. There was one thing that made coming to gym tolerable. She was five foot-six inches, with such a body that when she arched her back plump contours of her heart shaped ass were fully realized in the cotton short-shorts the girls wore. And the sports bra beneath her white t-shirt with the name James Madison High School printed on the front just puffed out her chest like two perfect globes. They didn’t bounce too much, but damn were they firm and palm fitting. I ran up her slender, shaved thighs that glistened with the reflections of overhead lighting after bouncing off the polished wood floor, traced the smooth heart of her ass, finger walked along the small of her back and then….she turned. Wide, child rearing hips just gave more attention to her soft, flat belly and her size C breasts that the school t-shirt just didn’t seem capable of containing. Her hair was light oak framing slender cheeks, pillowy lips hiding a blinding smile, and tender hazel eyes that just left everything else I’ve said in the dust. If I could gaze into those eyes for a good hour, I’d die happy. I sighed and said under my breath, “Terra.” “What’s got your jaw dropped?” Simon’s voice blinked me back to reality. “N-noting, I’m just looking at the clock to see how much time we have left.” “Don’t bullshit me man,” said Simon. “Let’s see, who were you gawking at? Michelle, Abby, Brenda, Catlin, oh, I know.” “Shut up,” I said. Damn, I should have kept my mouth shut. “It was Terra you were drooling over.” “Ha, ha, you got me. Now, can we let it go?” “I’ll admit she’s got a bombshell of a body. Wouldn’t mind hitting that.” “I’m ashamed as it is for staring.” “Why?” asked Nathan. He was leaning in to look at me from behind Simon. “She’s hot.” Nathan wore a pair of black rimmed glasses, and kept his hair combed to the side, always. Simon on the other hand had his hair short and spiked like some punk reject. Both were what one would call outcasts, or geeks. We were A+ students, read sci-fi and fantasy books, and watched the Lord of the Rings Trilogy in a single day (Extended Editions). “Doesn’t matter,” I said. “I shouldn’t be looking at her like that.” I put up this front because I feel I don’t seem like such a drooling hound, but to tell you the truth. If she lived across from me on a second story, my telescope wouldn’t be pointed at the stars. “So,” said Simon. “Today is my birthday, and that means the three of us are officially eighteen. So, let’s go to a club tonight and see if we can get some girls.” “Can’t we just play video games or something?” asked Nathan. “What? Shit, man, you need to get more confidence. And tonight, that’s what’s going to happen.” I leaned back and kept a casual, less obvious watch on Terra. Her pony tail was whipping this way and that as she moved across the court, her skill apparent in every smooth turn and step. “What’s the point of going? We can’t even drink.” “We’ll get drunk before we go. I’ll have my brother buy us some beer.” “If we’re drunk, how are we going to drive over there?” “Damn, you’re right.” Simon thought for a moment then looked at me. “Say, Brody, wanna be the designated driver?” Whoopty fucking do. We’re at a small club called Vertigo seated on some plush seats in the corner with a vantage point of the dance floor, clogged bar, and the ladies sitting at the other tables. It was pitch black with a layer of fog creeping along the ground like some biblical omen. The dance floor was a laser show of colors and shapes that danced along with each track blaring from the club speakers. It was so loud I wondered when the woofer was going to blow. As the designated driver I was reserved to refills of two dollar cokes, while my friends were royally plastered and stoned off their minds. Heh, good luck picking up girls when you don’t even have the motor functions to walk to the bar. I sighed with boredom. Most of the girls were either in their twenties, with their men, or were in a group on a girl’s night out with total avoidance of boys, some boys at least. I had tossed on a pair of black slacks, a grayish blue shirt with the top two buttons undone, and a blue blazer. And still, I was left to unwillingly eavesdrop on a conversation about greatest comic book super villains courtesy of Simon and Nathan, who weren’t too there anyway. Trying to find a more appealing distraction, a crescent booth several paces away caught my eye. There was a single girl there dressed in black and white stripped stockings, black hiking boots, a knee length plaid skirt, a black vest tossed over a red short-sleeve shirt, and elbow length gloves with the individual toes and thumbs missing. Her hair was tied back, and she was surrounded by a group of guys smiling and flirting as if the others weren’t even present. There were several empty martini and mixed drink glasses in front of her and she seemed somewhat flustered. I was about to just look away, when a strobe light cast its pale white glamour onto that girl and my heart skipped a beat. “It can’t be.” I squinted closer. “It is her.” As if on cue she rose, said something to the guys that made them sit down when they were each about to rise and give chase, and then walked over to the bar with a delicate sensual sway. I got up and pushed my way to the bar beside her. I checked her in my peripherals and felt my tongue swell in my mouth. It was her after all. I kept my eyes straight, her face reflected in the bar’s back mirror. “So,” I said. “Didn’t think I’d see you here, Terra.” I turned to a face trying to mask surprise. “I think you have me confused,” she said. “Could I have a Strawberry vodka?” The bartender nodded and began to make her drink. “No, problem, Vixen.” God, she sounded as if she belonged here. Hell, as if she’s been here before. And…Vixen? “Oh, no, I’m pretty sure you’re Terra Minx, Senior Class President of James Madison High School, and the best forward on our girls varsity basketball team.” She suddenly grabbed my arm and yanked me from the bar. She navigated the club with such skill I was convinced she’d been here before on more than one occasion. She pushed open the women’s restroom, shoved me in, and slammed the door behind her. She locked it and stared at me with her back pressed against the door. It was a singles bathroom and didn’t look much different than the men’s one, other than it smelled nice and had a tampon dispenser, while the men’s had a condom dispenser. “Well, this is awkward,” I managed to say after a pause. “How the hell did you recognize me?” “I only look at you every day at school,” I said. “What?” she asked in disbelief. “I mean, in the hallway, you know, on the way to class.” She took in a deep breath with her eyes closed. I watched her chest rise and fall. I let those clothes turn transparent and watched as her breasts rose and fell. Her pink nipples stiffened and rock hard, just begging to be licked and bitten. “Are you with those guys?” I asked. “What?” Her eyes snapped open, but her thoughts had closed her off from the rest of the world. “Those guys, are you always here on a Friday night picking up guys and getting drunk?” I said it with stern disgust, and I’m not sure why. She was silent for a moment. Her arms actually crossed over her stomach and she squeezed her fingers into her ribs as if to hold back unease. “Yes and no.” “What do you mean?” “It’s not every Friday night. It’s every night.” If there was ever a time to look genuinely shocked this was it. “You pick up a guy here every night?” “Yes, sometimes two or three, or four.” Correction, this was the time to be shocked. “You can’t be serious.” She didn’t say anything. She just looked away, fingers pushing deeper into her ribs. “I can’t believe the girl I’ve been pining after is a-a slut.” “I’m not!” she shouted back immediately. Anger swelled. “Oh, yeah! Then what is it?” “I…I…I can’t help it.” My anger slackened a bit. “What do you mean I can’t help it?” She remained silent, detached, her eyes focused on a corner of the bathroom. I fast walked to her, snatched her shoulders and shook her to life. My black eyes drilled holes into her hazel ones. “What do you mean?” “No, let go,” she said, trying to push me back. “I don’t want to.” “Tell me what’s going on?” My hot, caffeine soaked breath struck her face. Her nostrils twitched, and then her lips parted and took in a soft lungful. Then she latched onto me. Her right hand grabbed onto the short hairs on the back of my head and shoved her moistened lips into mine. They were soft and tasted of strawberries. Her breath poured into me and I could sense the vodka and rum. It mingled with my soda breath into one intoxicating aroma. God it felt so good. I felt her breasts press against my chest, are twin heartbeats playing a duet. Her left hand flew to the crotch of my slacks and wasted no time. Her finger curled around my growing length with a tender aggression that made me take in a deep, halting breath. “Oh, god,” I muttered, my brain still reeling from the strong stink of alcohol. Her hand massaged me through my slacks with practiced ease. I grew hard beneath her touch. Her fingers traced the veins of my shaft like a road navigator. Before I could do anymore, she pulled her hand away from my hardness and shoved my right hand beneath her skirt until my fingertips felt white silk. Her hand returned to its place, and my finger, on its own, began to press the silk of her panties into her. I could feel the split between her legs part beneath the silk. I could sense heat rising from those tender lips, and soon it grew moist. “What is this?” I asked. “Why so sudden?” “I need you,” she whispered, and then she shoved her tongue into my mouth silencing me. When she pulled away, I gave a cough of relief. “It burns so much,” she continued. “I can’t take it anymore. Please, fuck me.” That’s when I realized it. “You’re an addict.” “Stop talking, and just let me have it, please,” she whimpered. She was pleading. I slid my fingers beneath her panties and felt her lips twitch at my touch. She took in a deep sigh. I passed over her swelling clit, and found her sex. It burned with heat, I shoved two fingers as deep as I could and felt the muscles tighten around them. I pushed in and then pulled out, and then shoved them back in again. I felt her hold me as I moved, the furnace of her sex burning, moist and sticky to the touch. “Oh, god, don’t stop.” I pushed my thumb up and found her swollen clit peeking from beneath its hood. I pushed down on it and felt her body jerk with energy. She began to grind herself on my fingers. I pushed them in and out, my thumb rubbing her clit roughly. “Oh, god, make me cum.” She didn’t let up on my cock, which was now threatening to break through my slacks. “Oh, shit, I don’t think I can hold it.” Her hands were harsh and moved fast. I felt the cotton of my boxer briefs rubbing against it, scraping me. I shoved my fingers into her faster. Her juices soaked through and I could feel her panties growing soaked as well. I pushed my knuckles up into her and then I just felt her clench around them, holding them there, then she jerked once, twice. I felt her hip slither against me and then she let it all out. It poured from her like sap from a tree. “Ahhh! God!’ she cried as her hips pushed down onto my hand trying to get more into her. I pulled out of her and was just in time to catch her before she fell in exhaustion. “Christ, are you okay?” My dick was still throbbing and pressing against my pants. I hadn’t cum, but the desire for release was there. “Is this how it is for you?” “The heat,” she said. “I can’t take the heat. It’s too much. I need release.” “How often does it happen?” I asked, still holding her up. We were both drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, our hearts were racing. “At least five times a day, maybe more.” My jaw dropped. “What about at school?” “I-I can’t do it there, they’d know what I was,” she sobbed. “I just satisfy myself in the bathroom.” “Then you come here to pick up guys to sedate these urges?” “Yes,” she said. “I can’t stop. It’s the only way to get rid of the heat.” The next words that came out of my mouth were the last ones I would have expected. Even to this day I don’t know why I said what I said in that bathroom, but I did. “I’ll do it.” She looked up at me puzzled, her beautiful hazel eyes glistening with tears. “What?” “You could end up getting abused, catch an STD, or end up addicted to drugs or something. If all you need is someone to absorb the heat for you. I’ll do it. You won’t have to come to these clubs anymore. You’ll have me. I promise I’ll take care of you.” “Brody,” she said. The way she said my name, I’ll never forget it. It was in disbelief, relief, and hope. “I swear I’ll take care of you.” She pushed me away then turned her back to me. He hands went up beneath her skirt and I watched her soaked panties slide down her legs and get tossed into a corner. Resting her arms against the wall, she arched her back and spread her legs so the hem rose to reveal the bottom curves of her ass and the sweetness of her sex barely peeking from beneath the curtain. “Please,” she said. “Fuck me.” It all moved with the pace of a cheap porn flick. It wasn’t so much the situation that startled me, but the fact that it was Terra pulling the routine. That, and it was no fucking movie. I sighed, pulled out my wallet and fumbled out a condom. I’d brought it more on a ‘be prepared’ motto than any real expectation of using it. “No,” she suddenly said. “No, but I don’t want to get you pregnant or anything.” “It’s alright, you won’t get me pregnant.” I wasn’t going to tell her it was a precaution against any possible STDs. “Even so, I better just-” “No, fuck me without it or get out of the bathroom. I’ll just find someone else.” It was because she said this with genuine seriousness that I caved. I stuffed the condom back into my wallet, tossed off my blazer, and pulled out my shirt tail. I moved forward. I always hated in pornos how guys fucked girls in a public places with their pants around their feet. I always felt they looked like invalids or something. Leaving my slacks buttoned, I unzipped and got my cock out through the opening of my underwear. Strangely enough, I could never understand any other reason for that slit being there than for this. I had read somewhere that sex was half instinct and half technique. Those words I held in my mind as I rubbed my cock to get it as hard as I could. Urging me on with heavy breathing and whimpering pleas for carnal satisfaction, Terra slipped her left hand between her legs, while the right crumbled her skirt up on her lower back. Legs spread apart and ass stuck out like some stuck up dog, her fingers slid up her lips and then parted those folds. Pink lips bloomed to reveal beckoning darkness. Her fingers held those pink petals apart stretching out her vagina. Below her hungry maw, her clit still throbbed with a deep rose color, its hardened head coming out from beneath its folds. She glistened with her juices and I approached and placed my hands on her hips. Stretching her cheeks apart and ignoring her whimpering, I touched the head of my cock to the rim of that gaping cave. I took a deep breath and pushed it in. It stretched to swallow me. Furnace warmth enveloped my shaft immediately; the moistness dripping off the walls seemed to sizzle with energy along my pulsing length. She let a soft moan escape her lips as her lower lips took me in with ease, a testament to her experience. The way she would carry herself at school, I always thought I’d be her first. But there was no resistance, no pain. “Oh, damn,” I growled. Her pussy tightened around my length and held it. I could feel the wet, soft walls within her massage me. Holding tight on her hips, I drew back half way before plunging it back in. She bucked, her breasts bouncing up against the wall. I retreated and then assaulted her once more with greater force. “Ahhh!” she cried out. “P-People will hear us,” I managed to say, as I found my rhythm. I was slow, letting her pleasure, as well as mine, build into eruption. I thrust hard letting my pelvis strike her heart shaped ass with each assault. It wasn’t long, however, before she started to push back. Even as I tore into her, she rode me with such unchained desire that I thought I was going to blow early. I held my stomach as tight as I could and urged myself to hold it in. Heavy exhalations escaped my lungs as I fucked her, obeying her pleas of “Faster”, “Deeper”, and “Harder.” I let her guide me, and the carnal beast within me took the wheel. I left her hips and grabbed her stomach and breasts. I pulled her away from the stability of the wall until her shoulder blades were pressed against my chest, her back arched. She tilted her head up and I bent down with a kiss. Her mouth opened and the intoxication of alcohol swirled my senses as I forced my tongue down her throat. She sucked on it, taking in my breath with as much vigor as I took in hers. Her left hand held the hair on the back of my head so hard I thought she’d rip them from the roots, but it was good pain. We heaved and moaned as two wild beasts in season. My hips pushed faster, the squelching juices creating a fragrance and ballad that drove our hearts into drum rolls. “Oh, god, I’m almost there, don’t stop,” she cried into my lips. With one hand wrapped covetously about her stomach and the other massaging her breasts, the tip of her hardened nipples pushing up from her clothes, I let my passion loose. Faster was what she wanted. Harder and deeper were her edicts. I ripped her open, stretched her beyond pain. As she ground against me, riding my thrusts on waves of pleasure, I felt her body tighten around my cock with ravenous hunger. I could feel my dick twitching, here it was. I braced myself. I sped up. It was the last stretch, and I poured every ounce of my energy into the last lap. “Oh, fuck!” she screamed. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking while her pussy hit me with a final strangle hold that made moving impossible. “Arrgh!” I growled through clenched teeth in some jungle roar. My body went rigid, my length twitched and I felt my balls tighten up. I exploded into her. Hot seed rushed up and she cried out as her body took it all. I still thought that I might get her pregnant, but I found I’d worry about that later. Doused in sweat, we both slid to the floor. She was on her knees bent forward, my twitching member sore and on fire. I began to pull out with a growl, my cock’s sensitivity still raw with heat. “No,” she said. “Leave it in. Just a little longer, Brody.” I did. We lay there steeped in sweat, smelling of each other. Our hearts were still running the marathon, and our lungs were convinced they had come up for air. “Okay,” she said. “Pull out.” I did. I was still raw and I held back a growl of discomfort as I pulled free of her. She was dripping so much that the juices had run down her inner thighs and into droplets on the linoleum. “Clean me,” she sighed, a satisfied smile regarding me. God her hazel eyes were alight. Still bent forward with her ass and pussy in the air, I parted her cheeks and ran my tongue from her throbbing, moist clit up to her warm sex. I lapped up her juices with loud slurping noises that tickled her and made her stifle a few giggles. I pushed my tongue into her hole, still plenty warm and plenty wet. I lapped up what I could around her vagina. She tasted warm and strong. Her scent flew into my nose and I instantly became drunk on it. I pulled away and fell back onto my ass. My cock was still erect and twitching from its recent release. Terra sat back onto her heels and scooted towards me. “Now, I’ll clean you.” Her tongue slowly drank up my cum and juices. When she sucked it into her mouth I felt goose bumps surge up my arms and felt an energetic twitch in my cock. She was skilled. Her lips weren’t too tight. They were a tender hug that ran up and down my sensitive length. I was still raw and even this moist act of pleasure brought up a few fiery whimpers from my throat. When she was done my cock glistened with her saliva. I stared at her for several moments. She swallowed and smiled. Then she leaned forward and gave me a deep kiss, arms wrapped about my neck, tongue parting my mouth. I hugged her and sucked in her breath once more, the vodka and rum filling me to bursting. When she pulled away I tried to go in for a kiss, but she placed a finger on my lips and shook her head. “The heat’s gone for now,” she said. She straightened up, snatched up her soaked panties and then walked ro the sink. I lifted myself up, tucked away my equipment, and sat down on the toilet seat with my blazer tossed over one shoulder. She opened her purse and took out a small plastic baggy with an extra pair of panties in it. “You carry a spare pair with you?” I asked. “I hate moist silk against my pussy,” she said. She swapped the soaked one for the dry one. The plastic bag disappeared into her purse with her spent panties, and then she gracefully stepped into her new silk pair and pulled it up under her skirt. She flattened the plaid skirt out, and then turned to look at me. “You want to see my place?”

Finally! Home at last; it had been such a long day dealing with clients… The boss hat can be such a strain on your sanity. As you opened the door to your apartment, you were very surprised to find that all the lights were off – even more surprising was that the normal rambunctious dogs similarly did not attack you! “Hello?” you called out, more than a little nervous. Why am I being stupid you berate yourself. If you just go upstairs, you’ll find them everyone else. As you head up the stairs you become even more unnerved by how utterly quiet it is – and you barely had the thought that something is very wrong as you opened the door and were suddenly thrown against the bedroom wall. You tried to scream but only found your mouth suddenly full of cloth – what was it, a shirt? It seemed to small and silky. You couldn’t see anything as you tried to look around, just the faint outline of your bedroom and clearly the shadow of a man – but whoever had you didn’t stop there. It was so quick you barely understood what was happening as the rough ropes cinched tightly against your hands. Even quicker was how suddenly that same rope quickly thrust your arms in the air and suspended you on the tips of your toes. Your screams silenced by the gag in your mouth; you could only think “What was happening? Who was this? Where are my dogs and my family? Are they ok?” But there would be no answers, only the brutal strength of someone turning you around to face the door. You couldn’t help but struggle and kick – you wouldn’t go down silently, that is, until you felt it. The cold steel was sharp against the back of your neck and you stopped moving altogether. You whimpered but the tart taste from the cloth in your mouth only pervaded. You couldn’t even plead for him to stop as the knife turned under your shirt and started to cut away. You started to struggle again but the knife turning again on your back made you stop immediately and you resumed the pleading. It wasn’t until he had your shirt and bra off completely that you stopped – resolute in your defiance. The cold was biting – your nipples quickly standing to attention. You were embarrassed, but he didn’t stop to feel you up. He was methodical. He continued down and further removed your pants and underwear. The shiver that you felt run down your spine as his nails scraped along your shoulders and his damp breath on the back of your neck seemed to travel all the way down to your body. You hated the feeling as your pussy started to throb in anticipation – you knew exactly what he planned to do to you… You thought… They seemed to go away for a bit and suddenly you were unsure. You didn’t want to turn away – not willing to face whoever it was. Maybe this was it? Did they not have the balls to finish it? You had almost started to feel something akin to hope when your head was suddenly ripped all the way back – and nothing. The blackness was infinite, and you knew that they had blindfolded you. The lights seemed to come on, you could tell by what little seemed to make it through the cracks of your blindfold. The respite was clearly done as you felt the sting on your ass, and you couldn’t help but jerk backwards in a vain attempt to keep your ass out of the way of whatever was striking you. You were shaking in anticipation, waiting for your it to happen. But nothing seemed to happen. Was it one minute? Five? The wait seemed forever. But you couldn’t keep arched forever and slowly you straightened your back. That’s when it you felt it again – another burning ribbon across your ass, the distinctive crack against skin. FUCK! That hurt. Whoever it was, they were patient. Why was this happening? What did she do to deserve this? Where was her husband, her dogs? Again, another crack – unmistakable now as the belt connected at the crease of her ass and thighs. You couldn’t cry out but it wouldn’t stop you from trying… The sting literally sent shock waves up your body and the throbbing you felt seemed to be felt in huge waves, washing across your body so that even your pussy wasn’t immune. Again, the belt landed, and again, you couldn’t help but arch your back as much as possible. Your toes were starting to tire, and your ass was on fire. They were thorough in the approach. For the first time you felt it – his rough calloused hands on your back. They seemed to be sliding down your back… Fuck! You felt his breath against your ear, you felt the goosebumps that it always caused you. That’s when you heard it, his deep authoritative tone that was still completely foreign to your ears. “Submit.” One word. The thought made you involuntarily clench your legs, but you could still feel it – the wetness gathering in your pussy, your primal need begging to do what he told you to do. But you were resolute – you wouldn’t give in so easily – even as you felt your juices run down your thighs. He didn’t seem to wait for a response, seemingly satisfied with whatever answer your body had given him. You tried to listen, to figure out what was next, to at least prepare. Was he going to whip you more? Would he fuck you? How long would this last? What sounded like whispers in the background made you stop but you weren’t sure. Were there other people here? How many people were here? Again, you thought you heard something; like faint footsteps or something. If only you could see them it may give you some measure of control, to at least speak, to do something, to even remember… That’s when you felt it. You screamed to no avail as what felt like pure fire ran down your tits. The pain was unimaginable, and you twisted and kicked. Slowly the pain receded, and the skin felt cool and cracked – like something had dried on top of it. The taste of the clothe in your mouth was pervasive and the smell pungent. You tried to cough but couldn’t as you felt it again – the hot fire running down the opposite tit. You screamed again as you felt the fire reach your nipple. The sensitive flesh took to the hot liquid quickly, causing you to buck like crazy. Again, it cooled quickly, and you calmed as you felt it cracking. Again, the fire poured down your back and ass. You couldn’t help but moan as you felt what seemed to be nails scraped your abdomen as they traced circles. Were they examining you? The unmistakable fruity odor told you this wasn’t the same person as last time; the nails were clearly longer and sharper this time. You were suddenly very sure that there was more than just a man in here. That’s when you heard another voice; this one altogether feminine “Do you like the taste of my underwear?” A high-pitched laugh as you finally realized what was in your mouth. The thought made you gag as you now knew what the pungent odor you smelled was. The surprise on hearing a women’s voice combined with her underwear in your mouth made you squirm uncomfortably; what was happening, how could she do this? But, internally, you knew women have desires as base and primal men; clearly demonstrated by the growing stream of liquid running down your legs. She laughed again, the women finally declared “My, she seems to have sprung a leak. Would you like us to plug that for you, darling?” Her hands were somehow rougher in their groping than the mans as they worked across your stomach and down your legs, forcing them wide. “Tsk, tsk, I’d say she’s enjoying this a little too much. Maybe we should turn this up a notch!” Fuck you! You could barely stand at all anymore and slowly you felt your toes give out, much to the dismay of your wrists. Still – you had to at least try to keep yourself up. You weren’t ready to quit yet. That’s when you felt the rope get tighter and the pain was excruciating as you felt your feet leave the ground. How was this even possible? Why hadn’t anyone come to help? Clearly, they must have heard something happening. Her soft hands found your legs – somehow, you felt that you might prefer the man still. You felt her coiling something around your ankles, the same rope from your wrists, maybe? Finally, she seemed to finish, and you felt them slowly cinch onto something, your leg being stretched but at last you found something that felt like hard rubber, not the floor, but something to stand on, maybe, if you could just reach it. Again, she did the same to the other leg but pulled further out. You complied easily, anything to stop the pain in your wrists. Slowly, you were lowered until you were barely standing on the balls of your feet. The release in your wrists was staggering and you felt like you might cry just from the relief. But you suddenly noticed that you couldn’t move your legs inward or out – and the only relief for your wrists was in the exact spread pose that you were in now. “Well at least she trimmed recently – although I might consider shaving her later” the female said. “You know how much I love a bare pussy.” “Speaking of her pussy” the man began “I thought you said you were going to plug her leak, or was that all talk?” “I’ll wait until she’s begging for it; besides, that’s what your cocks are for anyway, right?” The implication of the word “cocks” was not lost on her. The thought caused her pussy to twitch – so there were multiple men here. Fuck, what did I do to deserve this? Why me? “Enough talk makes her dance for us” another man said, the tone all-too familiar. What the fuck was going on? “Entertain us” the other male said. “Yes, sir” the female responded quickly, as if a trained monkey. The thought amused her greatly, despite her predicament. Her hands quickly found your tits and grip was not gentle. You could feel her squeezing – it felt filled with need or desire. The thought of a woman grasping so passionately at your body and roughly at the simple command of these men made you… envious? No, that can’t be the term, can it? That was a strange thought as the woman seemed content to roughly exploring your body. It felt like an inspection the way she left no crevice unexplored, no detail unnoticed. As she worked her way back behind you, you heard her speak again “I think she needs more punishment before I make her please me, however. May I have you belt, sir?” “Certainly” the familiar voice said, if not colder than normal. She didn’t wait long, and you quickly felt the sting of the belt on your ass again. This hurt worst than before as it felt as if your very pride was shaken at the thought of the woman wielding the belt, bearing down on you, taunting you. Again, and again it landed on your ass. She wasn’t gentle or nice, and you felt as if you could barely move. The pain was unbearable. This time you heard her whisper in your ear “Will you submit?” Thinking you would do anything to end her torture, but barely understanding, you simply nod your head in defeat. “Good girl, you’ve earned a prize” she said tauntingly. “Unfortunately, I’ve had to wear them all night and I am a bit sore”. You hear a sigh of relief and then you felt it. The pinch on your nipples caused you to whip back – it was excruciating! “Ah, wow! Much better, don’t you think?” Her tone was so haughty. Fucking bitch! “Now, lets see what presents you have for me, huh?” Her hands started running around your pelvis and you know she means business as she carefully avoids all but the most delicate parts of your pussy. Fuck… Your thighs she squeezes and slaps; her hands darting in and around, roughly handling your body. She squeezes your ass cheeks and slaps them hard with her hand. Fuck. Then it happens. Her fingers grip your pussy and you can feel how easily they make their way inside you. I’m too fucking wet you think to yourself. Her fingers are clearly practiced as she grips and pulls you up by your pussy; the pressure on your clit tremendous and you couldn’t help but reach a desperately needed orgasm on her hand. With your body shaking and the striking feeling of your juices dripping down on the floor from her hand, you couldn’t believe you didn’t last longer. You knew you were wet, were turned on, but at least you had hoped you might last longer… As quickly as she inserted her fingers, they were out just the same. She slapped you across the face; the sting only worsened by the warm wet liquid left to cool on your face. A reminded that you had just been violated, and clearly, gotten off to it. “I never told you that you could cum, slut” she whispered. “This time hold it in, or you’ll lose a lot more than your pride” she whispered in your other ear. Again, her fingers found your pussy, and impossibly, the sweet spot you love deep inside. “Fuck” you can’t help but moan into her underwear. You knew you wouldn’t be able to hold it for long and you just prayed you could outlast her quickly moving fingers. You could feel how wet you were, practically her the gushing sound of your pussy; there was no stopping the amount of fluid running down your legs and the sloshing was unmistakable. The thought that she so easily manipulated your pussy made you convulse and your body started seizing as your orgasm hit. She slapped you again, and again, across your face. “She needs more discipline” “Let me borrow your whip” she said, “I will teach her to submit to you properly” “Oh, looking to exact some vengeance?” the familiar voice was cold and mocking. “Please, sir, I promise not to break the merchandise” she said. “Fine,” the familiar voice said and paused “but bring her down.” Thank god, you thought guiltily. “I want her on her knees when we finally break her; she needs to be tamed” The betrayal you felt at that mount was visceral – could he really mean to hurt you? To “break” you, as he put it? The ropes on your feet fell off and finally, the rope suspending your wrist seemed to come down. You had hoped to catch yourself on your feet but realized quickly that you somehow didn’t have any strength left and falling on your knees and elbows – clearly losing any dignity you had left. The ropes on your hands kept them together still, but at least you weren’t bound. That is until you felt your hair being yanked back roughly. You started to get up but felt a stinging on your face as you were slapped again, this time, the hand much rougher than previously, and clearly not wet from your pussy… “Stay down, slave” the familiar voice said. You got back down on all fours quickly and stayed still. “Look, she’s starting to behave” the woman said, “She looks so precious, almost like a dog!” You groaned at her mocking voice but still you kept still. You didn’t want to provoke them any further. “Your right” the familiar voice said, “But I think you need to break her in a little more” That’s when you felt the stinging sensation across your back. You arched but stayed still, you knew you couldn’t move. “I couldn’t agree more, she needs discipline, Sir.” Again, and again the whip fell; but you didn’t move. Your back arched as you silently weathered the abuse on all fours; quite like a dog indeed, you thought miserably to yourself. You were ashamed at how fucking turned on the thought made you. Then the whips stopped, and her hands found your pussy again, playing with it, toying. You knew you were an utter mess down there, the carpet you were kneeling on was soaked. Then she spread your ass and you could her spit; it landed on your ass, warm. You tried not to move as her fingers found the spot. They knew they had you when you complied. In your ass, her fingers moved in and out, circling around, playing with both your holes and you knew that she could practically make you cum on demand. “She’s starting to behave like a good girl” the other man said, “let her use her mouth for better things.” The woman pulled her fingers out of your ass and pussy and you could hear her stand up. She grabbed your face and slapped it hard, but you kept looking straight ahead. Then as the underwear was pulled out of your mouth, you tried to breath in as much as possible. The air smelled distinctly of sex, no doubt because you had cum all over the floor. The woman only gave you a few seconds before moving forward. The feeling of her skin against your face, the definite odor of her pussy, you didn’t even register what you were doing before you found yourself desperately licking her pussy.” “Ugh” the woman grunted “Not so fast.” She pulled your head away. “You need to learn patience slut” You nodded in defeated agreement and waited until she released your head. Waiting to be told to do. So, this is what it means to be broken, you think to yourself. Finally, after an agonizingly long time “You can lick her” a man side. Like a dog finally given her treat, you immediately began running your tongue over her pussy. The moans that escaped her lips didn’t dissuade you – no, rather they made you feel powerful for a change. This you could do. Again, and again you licked, savoring the taste of her pussy, the liquid running over your tongue until finally you could feel her losing control, she was shaking. Losing control, you thought. Just a little more and she would cum. But it wasn’t to be. “Stop” both men said, and immediately she stepped back. “You will be as trained as she is when we are done, Amber” The voice – still so familiar – was now confirmed, caused you to shiver. It was his belt that the woman had used, it was his ropes that tied her up, and this was his ploy. Your husband. “Come here” he called again. Obediently, you crawled on all fours to the man clearly responsible for this night. “Have you learned your lesson, Amber?” the man said. “Yes, Sir” “Are you going to be a good little slut?” “Yes, Sir” “Do you think you have earned your collar yet?” Confused, but desperately wanting his approval you said again “Yes, Sir” “We will see…” he replied, “I need you to masturbate for me.” “You see, we have an audience and they wouldn’t want to be displeased”. “Yes, Sir” you replied. You tried to stand up but the sting of a mans hand across your face put you back on all fours. “Sluts should know their place. I didn’t say get up and masturbate. You can masturbate on your face and knees” your husband said angrily. Again, you replied quickly, this time you leaned your face forward and reached back with your tied hands to toy with your pussy. It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were gushing over your fingers, and again you felt the sting across your back from the whip. “You should ask permission to cum first, slut”. “Yes, Ma’am” you responded. Resigned as you still couldn’t see them you turned to where you were sure your husband still sat. The only familiar person in this room quickly becoming uncharted territory, you buried your face into the ground to keep masturbating as instructed. Knowing you were close, you practically screamed “May I cum, sir? Pleeeassee” but he didn’t respond. It was agonizing to keep switching momentum and moving your fingers, you knew you couldn’t last. “Yes, Amber, I think you should cum for us” the woman said. It happened so quickly that your body started shaking and you knew you couldn’t take much more. You squirted again and again, as your cries of pleasure reverberated off the walls. FUCK. With your pussy dripped, your hands land on the floor and your face against the carpet, you heard them all stand up. “It’s time to truly break her in, enough of this” you heard your husband say. The thought made you tremble… What had we been doing if not “breaking” me? “Do you want your collar, Amber” your husband asked. “Yes, Sir” the thought of a collar was as revolting as it was hot. “Are you a good slut” he asked. “Yes, Sir” you responded, resigned. “Good, this man came here to help me teach you a lesson. Be a good girl and suck his cock as thanks” your husband said. The shock didn’t have time to register as the woman grabbed your hair and you were forced to sit up on your knees. The pressure at your lips told you his cock was there, and the odor was obvious. With your hair pulled back your mouth was already partly open, and it slid right in. Neither the man nor the woman was gentle as they forced your head forward and his cock deeper. You tried your best not to choke but it was inevitable the further down your throat he went. He was clearly face-fucking your mouth. It was messy and the drool and precum started smearing all over your face. All you could think about while he used your face for his own gratification was getting air between each thrust. Then the stopped as he pulled his cock out of your mouth. Desperately retching for air, couching to clear your throat, until he slapped you. “Stay still and keep your mouth open” the man grunted. “She has a present for you.” He left his cock at the edge of your tongue, an obvious reminder that you still had work to do. You heard it before you felt it, a loud vibrating sound that you took to be a wand as soon as it hit your clit from the back. You couldn’t halt the moan that escaped your lips, nor the grinding motion you started against it. There you kneeled in limbo, grinding against a vibrator, with another man’s cock on your tongue. You couldn’t believe what you were about to ask. “Please let me suck your cock” you moaned “Please” “Fine” your husband said. And you began sucking the other mans cock. The buildup was intense, and it didn’t last long before you couldn’t control it anymore and squirted all over the wand, earning yourself a hard slap on the ass. But the men said nothing as he started using your mouth again. You could fill his cock sliding deeper down your throat as he grabbed you by the fair and started face fucking you again. Then it happened, you felt his cock twitch and convulse, the spurts of cum running down your throat. You tried to swallow it, but it was too much. You started choking, coughing frantically as he very slowly withdrew his cock from your throat and mouth, finishing the last drops on your face. “Good” your husband said, “I think you have earned your collar now, slut” “Yes, Sir” you croaked. “Come here” Obediently you moved towards the noise. You smelled the leather before you felt it. The cold metal on the back of your neck as he tightened the buckle. And suddenly, there was light. As your eyes adjusted to the new freedom, you noticed your husband, the man who had clearly just used your mouth, and a woman who was also wearing a collar. “That is for being a good girl” your husband said, “but if you think this is over – your wrong.”

When I was a teenager, my friends always found it strange how I never had a girlfriend. I mean, I’m not an ugly lad, I wasn’t back then and I’m not now, I was always and still am considered to be above average, I’m 6’0 ft tall, I’m in shape, with blue eyes, and brown hair, a born and bred rocker, jeans and a band t-shirt all the way, usually Iron Maiden. I’m nice and will do anything for anyone that I care about. My problem was not that I couldn’t find a girlfriend; it’s that I didn’t want one. My interests landed squarely in the lap of older women, I found girls my age attractive, but I was mainly turned on by milfs, more importantly, cougars. It didn’t help that most of my friends had hot mums, and at 15 I was embarrassed by it. It all started when my mum used to have a friend called Diane, I was 13 at the time, and she always used to take my breath away. It didn’t help she liked to dress a little slutty and with her body that was impossible to ignore. She was a fitness freak, always toned, with paleish skin short blonde hair, large breasts and a firm tight looking arse. She was the one I masturbated through puberty to. She left the area when I was 15 and we lost contact with her. When I turned 16 (16 being the legal age to have sex in England) I decided to get a girlfriend my age, because at this point, my friends thought I was either gay or something else, so I began to date a girl called Lauren, long brown hair, dark brown eyes with a naturally tanned, slim body, with lovely breasts and a gorgeous small yet firm arse. I was attracted to her, and when I lost my virginity to her, the sex was amazing; I just couldn’t help but be more attracted to older women. My first sexual encounter with an older woman came from my oldest friend Tim’s mother Debby, she had known me all her life, seen me almost every day for 17 years and I was practically a son to her. At the time she was 38, with black hair, blue eyes, pale skin and a body to die for, half way between chubby and slender, with wide hips, a gorgeous round arse, and breasts that were still firm, and a good handful. She always wore long hippy style tie dye dresses, wore out of fashion flip flop shoes, and long sleeve cardigans. One day while at Tim’s, I had accidently seen her in the shower, I got a huge erection, it was my holy grail. I decided that day would be the day I gave it a shot. Later on while she washed dishes, I purposely spilt a glass of orange onto the table, made to look accidental obviously. “Will, you clumsy idiot, come and get a cloth and clean that up” Debby had said with her usual playful banter. I walked over to her, an erection raging in my pants, this was my big chance, I leant in from behind, making sure she felt my cock, I knew she had, her face went red. I reached round, took the cloth in my hand, pushing my hips as much as I dare into her without my friend noticing. She had become flushed, the seed of the idea was planted in her mind, she would be thinking of that all day. Throughout the day I would catch her looking over at me, from the corner of her eye, caught in a deep stare, or a passing glance. Me and Tim were in a band at the time, he was playing guitar through his amp, quite loud while we wrote songs. I needed the toilet and went to the loo. I passed Debby’s room on the way, and heard a faint sound, like someone talking under their breath. My heart pounding out of my chest, I slowly, quietly opened the door, the sight that met me, the smell, I was in heaven. Her tie dye dress pulled all the way up to her hips, her panties round her ankles. Debby was laid, knees in the air playing with herself. I could smell her wet pussy from the door, the sound of her fingers working magic filled the room, and she was moaning under her breath. My cock was a raging monster, trying to burst through the zip on my jeans, I had to wait though, I had to let her make the move. After all, it might not have been me that got her like this. Suddenly her hips thrust into the air, bucking up and down, her legs shaking as an orgasm took her. The sight was amazing. After she had calmed, she sat on the edge of the bed, a look of disbelief, almost disgust ran across her face. “I...Can’t... He’s like my son”. Electricity zapped through my body, I’d done it, and she was mine. When it came time to go home, rain was pouring outside, we were in the middle of winter, and the nights had become dark early. It was a 3 mile walk to my house through some woods. I was about to leave the house when a voice piped up from behind me, “Will, wait sweetie you can’t walk home through this” Debby had come running down the stairs, car keys in hand, she was always a good woman. “Are you sure Deb?” I implied, “I don’t want to be a fuss”. “Don’t be silly of course it’s fine” she smiles at me, but there is something else there, guilt? Longing? I said goodbye to Tim, got in the car and we were off. 3 miles doesn’t take long in a car, but the quick way to my home was blocked by a crash, so we decided to go the long way, which would take us through the back roads. Debby was looking very red, more flushed than sweaty. Every time she checked her mirrors, I noticed a quick glance to my cock, this was my chance. “Debby”? I said this in a playful; I want something voice, like you would when you ask your parents for money or something. “Yes... what’s wrong Hun”? She replies, with a quick smile. “Can we pull over? I really need to use the men’s room” I say with a giggle. “You animal” she says with a laugh “yeah ok, but be quick ok” she smiles again. We pull over in an overgrown lay by, I rush off and pretend to wee. When I get back in the car I leave my zip undone on purpose, and I know Debby has seen my erection nearly bursting through my underwear. At 17 my cock is 10 inches, and Debby is staring at it. “If you want it Debby, take it” I say to her, I undo my top button. Her hand shoots over to stop me “Will, no please, what... are...” she is cut off, she has accidentally grabbed my cock, she can feel it in her hands, and her cheeks flush red hot, eyes widened with desperate longing. “It’s so big” she whispers. “It’s all yours” I reply and push my pants down, and kick them off. My cock is out, sprung to attention, staring Debby in the eye. The look on her face is as if she is in a trance, she grabs her skirt and panties by the hem line and pushes them off onto the floor. Her eyes fixed on my cock as she steps over and straddles me, she places my cock at her entrance, which is radiating with unimaginable heat, but she looks into my eyes at the last minute. “Will...We can’t, this is... this is wrong” She goes to move, but I grab her arse, “That’s what makes it so hot” I slam her down on to my cock, her tight pussy takes me by surprise and I let out a long moan. I see the shock and pleasure launch up Debby’s body, her mouth opens wide and she lets out a squeal as her eyes role back. “FUCK!!” I’ve never heard Debby swear, her eyes lock with mine, and she has the look of a woman possessed. She begins to rotate her hips, clockwise, and then anti clockwise, she lifts her cardigan over her head and reveals no bra, just those perfect round breasts. She reaches back and lets her long black curly hair down, in this quick moment, she is a new woman. She begins to bounce back and forth on my cock, her breasts bouncing and jiggling with every impact. “Aw Yes!! Your cock feels fucking good” she squeals, the sound of wet smacking flesh fills the car. “Shit, Debby you’re so wet” I’m lost in passion, but I’m brought back to reality when she gets off me, I think she has changed her mind. She has crawled into the back of the car; the seats can fold down, making a flat even surface. She lies on her back and beckons me between her legs. I come face to face with her, she guides my cock inside her again, and I begin to thrust, “Fuck me” she whispers, and I give a hard thrust, “Fuck me” another hard thrust, “FUCK ME” she squeals, and I begin to thrust hard and fast into her. I never thought the quiet hippy woman that I had known growing up was a closet whore. She moves her legs round my shoulders, and my balls smash against her arse. “That’s it you dirty boy” she purrs, “Treat me like I’m your dirty slut, and fuck me in the back of my car!!” The filth this woman is capable of baffles me, but I find it so hot, so sexy. Her body goes rigid her eyes go misty, her legs stiffen, and her hips buck as an orgasm rocks through her body “FUCK!! Don’t stop I’m Cumming!!” I continue pounding her pussy, the orgasm won’t stop and my balls become drenched. The tightness of her pussy drives me insane. “Cum for me Will, fill me up, don’t pull out I want to feel every drop you have” the look on Debby’s face is priceless, she can’t tell whether to be disgusted with herself, or love every minute. “Shit, Debby I’m... aw!!” I shout loud as my balls empty wads of hot cum into Debby’s pussy, “Aw I can feel it!” Debby squeals in ecstasy. I role off her, both panting, laid in the dark. “We don’t have to continue you know” I say to her, expecting her to break down at any moment. “Yes...Yes we do” she replies, I’m literally shocked. “I’ll show you everything, where the G-spots are, how to best get to them, and anything you ever want to try, I’m up for it.” The lust dripping from Debby’s words sends goose bumps over my body. “So if I wanted to try anal?” I say with a grin, “Even anal” she winks. Debby was true to her word, she taught me everything I needed to know, which got me a lot of praise from Lauren in the bed room. I told Debby of how I prefer older women; she had asked if I wanted relationships with them, when I told her I just wanted sex, she said it would be a phase that would pass. I broke up with Lauren when she moved down south to go to college, we ended on good terms, which we wouldn’t have if she found out about Debby. I and Debby called it a day when I turned 20, I had been fucking other women by this point, but Tim had quit university to come home and get a job, so we found it hard to get the time. My friends found out my attraction to older women when we were on a night out once, they were trying for the group of 19 year old lasses in the corner, and I had set my sights on a 40ish year old woman at the bar, I forget her name; it was a one night stand, but after I took her back to my University dorm room and fucked her stupid all night, my friends gave me the name milf hunter. I told them it sounded stupid and made me sound like a serial killer, so one of them decided to change it to Captain Cougar. I still hated it, but it was better than bloody milf hunter. The lad that gave me the nickname, Milf hunter is called Wesley, he found it hilarious. I knew he wouldn’t if he found out I was longing for his mother Melissa. What a woman, 5’6, slender with long blonde hair, naturally lightly tanned skin, deep green eyes, average sized breasts with a tight little arse, she worked out a lot. She was 46 at the time, but looked 35, she was fantastic. They were a family from South Africa, Johannesburg I believe, the way she weaved her accent was stupidly sexy. The main problem is that she was at the time, and still is now, married. So I had to take my time with her, plan it out. I had already planted the seed into her mind. We had all become close over that year at university, and Wesley had introduced me to his family. Melissa loved my energy instantly, how I was always happy, wanting to laugh and so on. She would always give me hugs. I hugged her from behind by surprise once; I did it for a laugh in front of friends, the reality was I had an erection, and used the same method as I did with Debby, with her. She was flushed from feeling my cock, but I could tell she needed something else to get her to cheat on her husband. Wesley had a house party one summer afternoon, his sister Jen had come back from work over in Africa. She was an attractive woman, 26 years old at the time. She was between chubby and slender, but still sexy, a nice round arse, with large breasts, her mother’s blonde hair, and her father’s green eyes. She has 2 children; the father had left her before the first was born. She’s a well spoken woman, never swears, and never does anything abnormal. As the party went on I kept noticing her looking over at me, I smiled at her and she came over to talk. “Hi I’m Jen” she says with a smile. “I’m Will” I reply, returning the smile “It’s nice to finally meet you.” I add. Her accent is almost as sexy as her mothers. “So are you the milf hunter” she says with a giggle, at this point I notice she is a tad drunk. I breathe out an annoyed sigh “I hate that nickname, but yes I’m him” she reads the disapproval in my tone, but ignores it. I notice Melissa head off inside the house and upstairs, as Wesley leaves to go get more drink from the shop, he would be gone for around half an hour. The music is loud, and suddenly I notice Jen was speaking the whole time. “What was that sorry? I was miles away” she looks at me with a strange look, then says again “Your the milf hunter, and I’m the milf, so hunt me” she winks then walks into the house, swinging her arse side to side, and heads upstairs. A plan clicks to my head, if I fuck Jen while Melissa is upstairs and the music is as loud as it is; only she will hear it, which will make her think of my cock again, and show her I can use it. I felt bad about using Wesley’s sister like this, but I already wanted to fuck his mum, why stop there. I head off upstairs, I pass Melissa’s room where she is getting changed, and apparently from what I can tell someone spilt a drink on her. I walked into the bedroom next to hers, and Jen was laid on the bed naked already. I didn’t waste time either, my cock was hard from thinking about Melissa, and she would be dressed again soon, I also only had 20 minutes there about until Wesley got home. I flung my clothes off and walked to the bed, Jen got on all fours and crawled to me, taking my throbbing cock in her mouth and going to town, I could feel her tongue rubbing the underside of my shaft, this girl was a pro. I pulled out of her mouth and swooped behind her, I wanted to face the door to see if Melissa would look in. “Eager aren’t we big boy” Jen purred, “Has it been a Wh...AW FUCK!!” Jen squeals as I shove myself to the hilt, she is tight, and soaking wet, she must have been thinking about this for a while. I pull her hair back and fuck her hard, I move my hips to reach the G-spots Debby showed me. “Shit you feel good” squeals Jen “Milf hunter indee...FUCKK!!!” she squeals as I hit the G-spot I wanted. I work magic with this woman, not a cougar obviously but I can’t do anything wrong, the boiling hot walls of her pussy undulate as if by command, from the head to the hilt. She tightens around me as an orgasm erupts from her body “OH GOD!!! I’m Cumming!! You feel so good FFFUUCCKK!!” she smashes her arse back at me, meeting my every thrust, this girl is a pro. I notice movement at the door, I push Jen’s head on to the bed so she can’t see them... its Melissa. She is looking me dead in the eye, a look of forbidden longing. She isn’t fazed by the fact she is watching a man fuck her daughter. I begin to reach the point of no return “Jen, I’m close babe” I manage to gasp. “I want to taste it please!” she begs. I pull out and she swings round on the bed and takes my whole cock in her mouth. She works her magic, her tongue doing wondrous things, but my eyes are still on Melissa. My balls tighten and I explode hot wads of cum down Jen’s throat, and she gobbles every drop. While Jen polishes my cock off I mouth to Melissa “You’re next” and blow her a kiss. She grows flustered, a faraway look in her eyes. I hear Wesley come in from the shops. I look down and Jen is smiling up at me “Just in time hmm big boy” she winks, kisses my cock and we get dressed. “We should do that again sometime” she says, a sly smile across her face “Oh you can count on it” I smile back; I might as well play along. The party continues as normal after that. I keep catching Melissa looking over at me, I can tell she wants me, but she isn’t the only one. Across the room Jen and her friends keep looking over to, she must be telling them of our exploits. A couple seem uninterested, but I can tell some are tempted. As the day turns into night, and the party has reached full swing, Wesley decides we should all go to a night club in town. We call a mini bus to come pick us up, but before it arrives I learn Melissa isn’t going. I decide this to be my opportunity. I tell Wesley that I’ll catch them up in another taxi because I wasn’t feeling well. He jumps on the coach and I feel a quick squeeze on my arse, it’s Jen “Hurry along ok” she gives me a wink and bites her lip. Wesley’s dad jumps on last and they head off. Melissa doesn’t know that I decided to stay back. I let myself in the house and close the door behind me, locking it quietly. Melissa comes round from the kitchen into the living room, when she sees me she jumps. “Will!! You silly boy, you scared the life out of me” she shouts, startled. “Sorry Mel, I just wanted to surprise you” I reply, I naughty smile stretching my lips. “Did you like what you saw earlier?” I take a step forward, she stays where she is. “I...Don’t know what you mean” she tries to throw the question away. “You know exactly what I mean, I know you saw me and Jen” straight to the point. “What you do with Jen is your own business” she replies, her voice begins to tremble as she moves towards me. I pout “I put that show one for you though” the smile returns. We both stop in the middle of the room, inches from each other. “Will... I’m married, you’re my son’s best friend, and from what I can tell you are dating my daughter... this is wrong” our mouths move closer together, I brush her hair behind her ear. She is wearing a white ladies casual button up shirt, with short shorts, she is bare foot, and what I can tell through her top, she is wearing no bra. We kiss “I used Jen to turn you on, to make you want me” she tries to pull away, “That’s awful!” she falls into another kiss, our tongues doing a heated dance of passion. “You’re not the boy I thought you were” back into our heated kiss. I undo her top to reveal her breasts, lovely round fleshy orbs, just a handful. I play with them, teasing her nipples. She begins to take sharp breaths. I stroke down her stomach and begin to undo her Shorts. I slide my hand down into her soaking panties, the heat close to an oven. The touch of my cold hands causes her to jump “You should sto...ahh...p” I slide 2 fingers in, she begins to lie back on the floor. I use my thumb to rub her clit, while 2 of my fingers work inside her pussy. “Oh god...Us...” she trails off, lost in passion. “What was that Mel?” I ask, kissing her neck. “Use Me” she whispers. “Can’t quite hear you” I pinch her clit and it sends a spasm up her body “Use Me...Use Me...USE ME!! I’m yours Will just take me!!” She pushes her shorts off and kicks them away as I undo my pants. She pulls my shirt over my head and kisses my nipples as I pull my pants off, and my cock springs out to greet her “You’re so big” her eyes wide with passion and disbelief, she takes me into her mouth, lapping and slurping, surprisingly not as good as Jen in this case, she feels out of practice. She begins to get back in the swing of things, she feels fantastic “You taste good babe” she says between mouthfuls “Even better knowing Jen was on this earlier” I’m taken by surprise… did Melissa just admit she knows what Jen’s pussy tastes like? For some strange reason, this sends me into hyper drive. I grab her wrists and pin her to the floor, she wraps her legs round my waste as I push myself inside her. She is the tightest cougar I’ve ever had; she can’t have had this for a long time. I begin to fuck this blonde bombshell hard. Her breasts bounce with every hard collision of our hips; my knees begin to get sore with friction burn, my balls slap against her arse “Oh god, you feel so good babe” her accent drives me wild “You feel amazing Mel” I manage to get through a gasp, this woman truly feels amazing. I grab her legs and lift them round my shoulders. I pound her pussy hard, rotating my hips looking for the deep G-spot at the back “Oh! Oh God!!... You’re so good at this… Oh god don’t stop” Melissa’s eyes role back, as if in and out of consciousness. “Your cock feels so good…OH! There Right There Don’t Stop!!!!” She screams as I finally hit the g-spot. I fuck her as hard as a day is long. She begins to hit her hands against the floor, arch her back and pull at her hair. Her chest, neck and face begin to go deep red, flustered at the attention to her g-spot. Her pussy begins to flow with juices, which means one amazing fact, Melissa is a squirter. “You close Mel?” I ask her, she looks into my eyes and tries to focus on me, she calms her squealing enough to muster a simple response of “MmHm” then her body stiffens, her back arches, her head is thrown back as she screams into an earth shattering orgasm, her legs go stiff and spasm up my body, her toes curl going white hot before uncurling wide as if trying to separate from her feet “OHH GODD!! SHHIITT!!” Jet after hot jet of liquid squirts from her pussy, soaking me. My balls tighten, I suddenly reach the point of no return “oh god!! Mel I’m going to cum to!!” I shout “In me Will!! Fill me up!!” She is insistent, and I oblige. I pound her pussy hard, I’m mad with lust and my balls unload wads of cum into her pussy “Oh, Oh That’s good. I can feel it” she pants. We are both exhausted. We lie there on the floor for almost 20 minutes before I turn to her and ask “What did you mean when you said about Jen before?” she looks me in the eye, her face still red and flustered, her body still has random spasms from her orgasm. “Jen is adopted Will” she finally replies “I told her when she was 18, I believed she was mature enough to know by this point, but I expected tears, not what she said next” she drifts off, a sort of fond reminiscing look goes over her face. “What did she say?” I ask. “She said she was happy I wasn’t her mother” she pauses “She saw that upset me, but she put her hand on mine and said, no Mel you have been good to me, and I don’t mean it like that. I remember her touching my face then saying, I’m glad you’re not my mum because now I can do this. Then she kissed me” I look at Mel shocked “She… Kissed you” I ask trying to believe it myself. “Yes” she replied “I initially pulled away and asked what she was doing, but she grabbed me and kissed me again, and moved my hand she was holding under her skirt, she is stronger than she looks, but she wasn’t wearing panties, I felt her warm and moist… well you know, and before I knew it she was kissing my neck, and I was letting her” she pauses, a look of fond memory rather than self disgust on her face. “It’s like I had left my body and was watching myself do it, screaming to stop but I kept going. I’d begun to pleasure her, and she had slipped a hand under my dress and begun to play with me to. It felt so wrong, but it kept me going, I loved the whole taboo idea of it, I kept thinking, she’s not actually my daughter, I’m aloud to do this” she giggles and bites her lip. “She had begun to say, I’ve been a naughty girl and need punishing Mel, please punish me, spank me, I deserve it” I was so turned on by the story my cock was erect, she looked over, noticed and straddled me, guiding it inside her “This will help me think” she says, gasping as my member enters her pussy. She slowly moves herself up and down my shaft and continues “I remember, she took her skirt off and grabbed her ankles, lifting them up, spank me she kept saying, and I did, hard” she began to move her hips back and forth, lifting to the tip, and as she said hard, slammed herself back down. It’s like she was telling the story with her hips. “Spank me Mel, harder. That’s all she kept saying, and I did, I spanked her with one hand and poked her with the other. I remember looking at it, seeing how juicy it was, then I just remember going for it” she began to bounce on my cock fast and hard “I began to eat her out, I can still hear her squealing, Oh god yes Mel, don’t stop, don’t you dare” I grabbed her hips and met her thrusts “I couldn’t stop, I was lost in the moment, and then she squirted all OVER ME!!!” Melissa explodes into orgasm, taking me with her, I cum inside her again, and all I can feel is our juices mingled into one all over my waste. She lays on top of me face to face, both of us panting, recovering from another orgasm “And that Will, is how I know what Jen tastes like” she smiles, bites her lip, and kisses me. We both got up after that, and had a shower, together obviously. I called a taxi after that and went to the club to meet Wesley and the rest. I managed to catch up being drunk with them and me and Jen would spend most of the night dancing and grinding against each other. I ended up leading her to the staff private toilet, I knew the bouncer so he always looked the other way. I had her bent over the sink when she said to me “So… was Mel as good as you hoped?” I looked at her and she shot me a smile back “Yeah she was” I replied, “Told me all about you” I smile and spank her arse hard “Ooff you tease” she winks “I have been a naughty girl with her a lot” she bites her lip as I pull out, pick her up and do her against the wall. The affair between me and Melissa lasted a year. Somehow Wesley never found out about either me and Jen or me and Melissa. We never had a threesome, which I honestly regret, but I used to get videos sent to me over facebook, or on my phone of the 2 of them having sex. We only stopped because Jen had to go back to Africa to work, as she couldn’t find a job here, and Melissa and her husband moved down south. We rarely speak anymore which is understandable; it would have looked suspicious if we kept in contact. The last time I saw her was 10 months before this current event, when I was working a few weeks down south, and she would visit my hotel twice a week. We made a video for Jen and sent it to her, but we never heard a reply about it. Now we are in modern day. I’m 24 years old and I work as a lifeguard at a local leisure centre. I’m lean, 6’1, but I still kept my rocker appearance. My friend Tim had come back to town for his birthday to see us and party old school. We met at mine for pre drinks “So Captain Cougar, you on the prowl tonight” Tim punches my arm with a bellowing laugh from him and the other lads “Hell Yeah, thought I’d start with your mum as a warm up then move on to the next feisty Lady” We all laugh, me most of all, as I had for a fact fucked Debby the day before while Tim was visiting his girlfriend, in Tim’s bed no less, I’d missed her, and she still had the moves, but we knew it would be a one off. The drinks go down to easy and we head off to the local pub. Though I enjoy a night out, I had begun to lose interest in clubbing, so I would drink till last orders or before, then head home. We got to the pub and began to have the time of our lives. Wesley is out with us, and I learn Jen is back in town, and she hadn’t changed at all. “Hey Will” she smiles a broad smile and gives me a tight hug “Jen, it’s been way to long” I return the hug, and she slyly licks my ear while no one is looking “Much to long” she bites her lip and walks away. Jen hasn’t changed at all. She is wearing a crème dress that stops halfway between knee and hip, long enough so it manages to conceal her plump arse, but short enough to keep you interested, her back is revealed in the dress, showing down to just above her bum and the front reveals a nice eyeful of cleavage. Her high heel shoes match her dress with color. 11:30pm and the shots come raining in, we say cheers to Tim and down them all. I notice Jen head into the toilets; she gives me a quick wiggle of her arse across the room and vanishes into the men’s room. The camera outside has been broken for years, so she can get away with things like that. I follow her in and find her in the end cubicle, the only one where you can’t see under the door or wall, or look over, like its own separate room. She is just stood there looking at me, she lifts her arms up to the straps of her dress and pulls them down, revealing her gorgeous round breasts. I walk in and close the door behind me, locking it. Her eyes half glazed, goose bumps going up her body with hot excitement “I heard you saw my mum a few months ago while in London” she says while biting her lip “Yeah I did” I run my hands up her arms “We had a good catch up, did you enjoy our video?” I turn her round and bend her over slightly, her face is pressed gently against the wall, one of her legs is lifted onto the toilet as I rub my fingers up the back of her thigh and up under her dress, lifting it as I went. “Aww…” she purrs at me touch “I was so jealous, I’ve wanted you for so long Ah!... Aww” I slide 2 fingers inside her pussy “You did something with her in that video we had never done” her voice has become nearly a whisper, as if in a trance “What was that?” I ask, she moves her head slightly to look back at me “You fucked her in her arse, I’ve wanted that cock in my arse ever since. Go in… Shit!...” she has a quick spasm of pleasure hit her body “That felt good, go in my bag, there is lube” I stop fingering her and rummage through her bag, she takes her panties off and resumes her original position. I find the little bottle and lift her dress over her arse, and pour the lube over her arse hole. “Oh, it’s cold” she giggles “Be gentle babe, I’ve never had a cock in my arse before, and you are pretty big” she bites her lip and smiles back at me “I’ll go gentle, I promise” she knows I’m lying. I place my cock at her arse hole and begin to push in, I can tell it’s painful for her, but she is enjoying it “Shit!..FFFUCKK! oh that feels good” I keep pushing, her arse enveloping my cock, inch by inch, and after 2 minutes of easing myself in, I’m at the hilt “Oh god, this feels amazing” Jen’s mouth is wide open, her eyes tight shut, I decide she has had enough time to adjust, I pull all the way out, and slam back in and begin to fuck her hard “AH!! OH GOD!! THAT FEELS GOOD BABE YES!!” she screams and shouts, lost in this new sensation “Shh, quiet babe, don’t want anyone to hear us” I grab her hips and fuck her tiny arse hole as she covers her mouth “Shit… Shit this hurts so good” tears begin to run down her face, thank god for water proof make up. “Do you want me to pull out?” I ask concerned “Fuck no” she smiles back “I’m loving this” I smile and put one hand on the wall for leverage and reach round with the other to fondle her clit, I know we have to be quick, otherwise people will become suspicious. “We should…” she trails off, holding back a scream “Grab my phone, lets film it and send it to Mel” she drags her bag over to her and grabs her phone, she sets it up and starts filming herself “Hi Mel..Fuck! aww guess who I’m with, say hi Will” she turns the phone onto me “Hi Mel, miss you babe” I spank Jen’s arse and blow Mel a kiss to the phone. “We thought we would give you something to watch, enjoy” Jen passes me the phone and a film me fucking her arse while Jen plays with her clit. “Will I’m close, I’m so close” Jen gasps “Me to Babe… Together?” I ask “Toge…Aw Aw Aw AWW!! SHI….mmm” I cover her mouth as she meets my thrusts, our hips colliding with the force of crashing cars as she explodes all over the cubicle floor “FFUUCCK!!!” I’m not far behind as I shoot ropes of hot cum into Jen’s arse, our orgasms nearly taking us off our feet. I pull out and get close with Jen “Hope you enjoy Mel” We blow a kiss then end the video. We straighten ourselves up and leave the bathroom separately. When I asked where I had been, I just said I had been with an old flame, “Captain Cougar strikes again!” Tim joked. Jen sent the video via message on her phone to Mel, titled “Watch Alone!!” Me and Jen managed to stay off until the end of the night. I got a quick prod in the ribs at around 1:30am off Jen, she waved that she had a video message on her phone. “Will, you wouldn’t mind walking me home would you, I’m a little drunk” she giggles “Sure yeah” I reply “Let’s go” I tell the lads that I would walk her home, then get a taxi from her house to mine. We all hug good night then head off. We giggle and reminisce about old times, the private ones we couldn’t talk about in front of people. Wesley went home around 12 not feeling well, so we cut into a place called black alley on the sea front, a sheltered seating area that over looked the sea at the top of the hill. It was quite far off the path and the sea would drown out any sounds we made. I sit on the bench, and Jen sits on my lap “Ready to see what she sent” Jen giggles “Yeah” I reply with a smile. The video starts and we see the video of us on the big TV in the background, this isn’t a phone video, the video is made on an actual camera. Melissa wanders from behind it, she is completely naked, and again hasn’t changed at all “Hey kids” she says with a smile “Jen, your dad is out at work tonight, so I thought I’d show you how much I like this video you sent me” she winks, blows a kiss at the camera, and she starts our video on the TV “oh and Jen baby, get that big cock inside you, ride along with me babe” I’m hard already from seeing Melissa. We stand up, I take my pants off and put them on the seat so I don’t get a cold arse, and Jen takes her panties off. I sit back down and put my cock at Jens pussy as she sits down on it. “Aw that feels good” Jen purrs. Melissa begins to play with herself to the video we send her, and Jen rides my cock as we watch it. Melissa speaks “Oh… Fuck, I wish you 2 were here” she says breathlessly “Will I want your cock so bad, pounding inside me. And Jen I want you sat on my face, l can still taste you” Me and Jen are mesmerized by Melissa “Oh god, She’s so naughty” gasps Jen, she bounces on my cock so hard her breasts are bouncing and slapping, I meet her every bounce with a hard thrust, she somehow keeps steady hold of the phone, we are both fixated on Melissa. “Oh god, I’m close guys, try and cum with me” Melissa’s back begins to arch, and me and Jen go into over drive “We have to cum with her!” I shout “Oh god yes Will! Fuck me!! Make me cum with her!” the bench squeaks and creaks with our passionate Endeavour. Melissa’s head whips back as she cums in the video, and at the same time, me and Jen cum “Fuck Fuck!! I’m Cumming!!” squeals Jen “Oh Fuck me to!!” I follow up. I grab her shoulders and fill her up, every drop inside Jen’s pussy, Melissa squeals and bucks on the video. Me and Jen sit there, I hold my arms round her waste so she doesn’t fall off, we are gasping for breath, recovering from orgasm. Melissa is curled up in the video. She roles over and blows us a kiss then says “Miss you guys” then turns off the camera. I walk Jen home, when we get to her front door, she turns and puts her arms round my shoulders “I’ve missed you Will” she smiles and kisses me “I’ve missed you to Babe” I find that I do mean it, I have feelings for this woman. She walks inside, and closes the door, shooting me a cheeky smile beforehand. Jen becomes my frequent friend with benefits after that night, I find out she is permanently moving back to the area and is only staying with Wesley while she finds a place of her own. She moves into a house that is a former farm house about 20 minutes outside of town, and I’m pretty much there every day. I usually start work at 12 in the afternoon, after she would drop her kids off at school, she would find me parked at her house where we would go and have sex and hang out for a few hours before I went to work. I found myself falling for Jen, but at the same time, there was something eating away at me and that something was stopping me from making us official and more than just sex. I could tell Jen was ready to become official, but that something was pulling me back, like unfinished business. One night all the lads went out for drinks, when we got to the pub I found out that I had completely forgotten my wallet. I told them I would be back soon and walked back to Wesley’s where I had left it. I could have got a lift but I just fancied a nice walk, I wasn’t too bothered about getting drunk anyway. After half an hour I got to Wesley’s, grabbed my wallet and headed back. Listening to my Ipod seemed to make me walk faster, and being a fan of Metal, well I could walk pretty fast if lost in the music. For a moment I think I can hear someone shouting my name but pass it off as music, until a hand grabs my shoulder spinning me round to see a woman standing before me. “Will, is that you?” she knows my name, but how. I take a closer look at the woman, she is familiar. She is wearing a black top that shows off her cleavage and revealing a toned stomach. She is wearing black leggings that cover slender legs and a round firm arse, and on her feet she wears high heeled shoes. Her hair is short and blonde with a side fringe. The revelation dawns on me “Oh my god Diane!” I hug her hard and we laugh and giggle. “It’s been way to long” I say “Where are you staying?” the smile on my face begins to hurt; I’m overjoyed to see this woman. “Here… I live here” she points to the flat “I live on the top floor, would you like to come in and catch up?” The smile on her face is hard to say no to “Of course, lead the way”. I follow her upstairs; her arse is still as nice as I remember. Her face in the light shows she hasn’t aged much at all, the woman is 50, but doesn’t look a day over 40. “Take a seat, I’ll bring some wine in and we can talk” she heads off to the kitchen and grabs a couple of bottles. I learn that after she moved away she met a man and got married, but she had begun to miss the freedom of being single, so she left him last year, and moved back into the area. “He never liked my dress sense that man. Always said I was revealing too much, but you know me hunny, I’ve always dressed like this” she said. “Yeah you have like” I laugh “You never did leave much to the imagination” we both laugh together “Cheeky bastard” she slaps my arm “But no you are right I never was one for being shy” she sends me a foxy smile, and my boner begins to rise. I take a sip of wine and try to calm myself. “Anyway, as I recall, you liked what I wore… a lot” I go red and look at her; she has a very sly smile on her face “Oh yeah?” I reply “What makes you say that?” my body begins to shake. She takes a sip of wine and places her hand on my leg “You think I didn’t know you wanted me back then? I remember catching you in my bedroom masturbating into a pair of my knickers” she does a very sexy giggle and slides her hand up to my boner but I’m still lost for words, her direct approach blind sides me. “Oh... There he is” she smiles broadly then bites her lip “You… you saw me do that?” I’m trembling “Don’t be scared sweetie” she coos “You were young and horny, your hormones all over the place, I didn’t blame you, in all honesty I was flattered. A young lad finding me attractive enough to cop off to is fine by me” she edges closer to me, and begins to rub my boner through my jeans, I begin to lose control. Diane looks me dead in the eye “Do you think I’m still sex… mmm” I grab her and pull her into a kiss. She returns it and our tongues dance a heated tango of passion, she pushes me back on to the sofa “Sweetie, I didn’t invite you up here to kiss” she takes her top off revealing those perfect round breasts, firm and no droop in sight. Then she turns round and takes her leggings off, bending over and revealing her round tight and firm arse, and her hairless pussy. She comes over to me, swinging her hips from side to side. She undoes my pants and yanks them off, letting my throbbing cock spring free, as I remove my shirt. “That’s what I invited you up here for” she takes my cock in her hand and begins to work it up and down, I’m lost to this woman. “Ever since I saw you jerk off into my favourite panties I’ve thought of nothing but having this huge cock inside me” she gives it a lick from hilt to head then back down, and pulls away. “I didn’t want you then obviously, much too young, I knew I had to wait. And I’m glad I did, look at you, all grown up” every dream of my puberty was coming true, I was about to fuck Diane. “You’re so sexy Di, oh god I’ve dreamed of this day” I’m practically whispering, Diane is a pro at working my cock, teasing me with her hands and tongue. She licks up my cock again then when she gets to the top, takes it into her mouth, burying my cock down her throat. The sensation is driving me insane; she is such a perfect tease. She holds her head there for half a minute before coming up for air. “You taste good hunny” she smiles, pre cum dribbles down her lip “Every man I have been with, the only thing that got me through was imagining their cock was yours. Every time a man came inside me, or on my face I imagined it was yours” she took another 3 big blows of my cock, then she leant back, letting go of it. “You do look good hun... Whoa!!!” she is taken by surprise as I leap from the couch and lay her on the floor, as she lays back I part her legs and go to town eating out her pussy, all tongue and fingers “SHIT!! FUCK!! OH GOD YES WILL BABY THAT’S GOOD!!!” I fuck her pussy with my tongue and fingers, hooking them and pinching her clit. Before I know it I have 3 fingers inside her and I’m nibbling her clit. She is holding the back of my head squealing in the background somewhere, but I’m lost in concentration. The taste, the aroma, she is intoxicating, addictive like a drug that I can’t help but take. Her hips buck “FUCK!! Will... I’m... I’M... AH FUCK!!!” she squirts all over my face, a never ending jet of hot liquid coating me, her and the carpet. She lays there twitching violently as the orgasm rocks her body. I kiss up her body to her lips, we engage in another passionate dance of the tongues. She breaks the kiss “Give me it... Give me your cock... I need it” she looks longingly into my eyes as she reaches down and grasps my throbbing member. She rubs it up and down her pussy, and begins to guide it in “Shit... Di it’s yours... It’s all yours” I push in with her guidance and my cock is enveloped by the very pussy that made me who I was, that made me want to fuck all these older women, which made me Captain Cougar. I hoist her legs round my shoulders and begin to thrust in and out, slowly, savouring the moment I had waited over 10 years for. I knew Di, she was a slut through and through, I could only imagine the amount of cocks she had ridden, yet she was tighter than a virgin. Even with her pussy so drenched and lubed up with her juices, it was still incredibly tight. I get used to it, and begin to pick up the pace “Oh God... you’re so big” Diane purrs to me. She puts her hands round the back of my head and pulls me in for a kiss. Her hold is tight; I use my strength and stand up, managing to keep myself inside her, keeping her legs round my shoulders. “Oh you’re so strong” Di winks and kisses me “Fuck me against the wall” I press her against the wall and begin to pump her pussy so hard my balls lift up and smack her arse with every thrust, her breasts bounce with every connection of our hips “Fuck!! Yeah that’s it babe... Fuck me... Fuck me!!!” the ornaments on the shelf nearby bounce and rattle with the impacts of our passion. “SHIT SHIT I’M CUMMING!!!” Di explodes again, drenching my balls and down my legs, the feeling of her pussy becoming even tighter nearly knocks me off my feet. “Fuck put me down Will I can’t take it” her eyes are rolling back into her head; I take her to the sofa and lay her down. She spasms and twitches violently. Her hands holding her pussy, her legs clamped tight round them. Diane’s body is covered in goose bumps, her toes curled tight and turning white. “Fuck it won’t stop... Aw” she fights to control herself. After a few minutes she becomes reasonably calmed “Shit Will that was amazing” She laughs jumps up and throws her arms round me and into another deep kiss. “You ready to continue, I’m gagging to be inside you again” I shoot her a sly smile “Bedroom... Now Mr” she grabs my cock and leads me into the hallway, upstairs, and into her bedroom. “Close your eyes babe” I do as I’m told. I hear her rummaging round for what seems and eternity until I hear a strict “AHEM” I open my eyes to see her stood holding 2 pairs of handcuffs in one hand and a wooden paddle in the other. “What are they for?” I become a little nervous “For me” she replies, a look of seriousness on her face. “I’ve been so... so naughty, and you have to punish me” she goes over to the bed, a pull up bar is quite high above the bed post. Almost by instinct I follow and handcuff her to the bar. She is knelt down but her arms hoisted into the air, she is able to stand. She stands up and bends over, sticking her arse out for me “Punish me Will” I stay still. I just stand quietly like an idiot. “Spank me... hard... punish me...” I swing the paddle at her arse, a loud smacking noise fills the room and she yelps. “OW!! Yes that’s it... again” I spank her again “OW!! Oh god yes... Punish me... I’m so naughty” I spank her 3 times hard in a row, her knees buckle slightly, then she readjusts her stance “Oh... Oh god... I’ve been so naughty... I’ve longed for your cock for so long... I’m a naughty slut and I want you to fuck me!!” I throw the paddle down and lay down between her legs, she lowers herself down and I guide myself inside. “Fuck yes that’s it... I’m yours Will... Do what you want I’m your naughty fuck toy” Diane is exactly what I thought she would be in bed, a grade A no nonsense slut with a one track mind. She rotates her hips on my cock, and then slides back and forth, she moves as if she was 20 years younger. She bounces on my cock, using the force of me thrusting up at her for a higher bounce and deeper impact, we are perfectly in sink. The room is filled with the sounds of Diane screaming in passion, the wet slurping sounds of my cock entering and leaving her pussy and flesh smacking against flesh. “Will... top draw next to you” I look over and reach for the draw, I open it to find a dildo. Suddenly Di stands up and straddles my face. I am overtaken by the hot moistness of her pussy. “Eat my pussy Will... Eat my pussy and fuck my arse with that dildo” I jam the dildo into her arse; I don’t bother easing it in. “FUCK!!! Oh god yes!!! Treat me like the slut I am!!” I lap and slurp at her pussy, the taste of our mixed juices is divine. I shove the dildo in and out of her arse, treating her like nothing more than an object to satisfy my needs. “FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!” she explodes over my face again, her juices cascading down my body. I slide from under her and position myself behind her. “Is it your turn to cum?” she pants and throws me a weak smile “You’re damn right” I grab her hair and pull as I shove the full length of my cock inside her. “SHIT!! Yes that’s it, fuck me, fill me up with your cum!!” I pummel her pussy with my cock, I wrench her back by her hair with one hand while playing with her clit with the other... then I feel it. As Diane begins to tighten again, so do my balls “Di... I’m” she cuts me off “Do it with me, fill my pussy up... fill it up... FILL IT..... AH!!!” she hits orgasm again, her tightness starting at the head of my cock, and working its way down, causing me to explode inside her. “FUCK DI I’M CUMMING!!!” ropes after rope of hot cum hits the back of her pussy “I CAN FEEL IT!!!” Diane pushes her arse back on to my cock hard, I hold her hips so she doesn’t lose a single drop. We stay fixed in that position, panting and gasping for air. My vision becomes less fuzzy, I look round the room. I notice the clock; I left the pub nearly 3 hours ago!!! I find the key and Un cuff Diane. She sags limp to the bed. “That... That was amazing” She can barely speak. “You weren’t too bad yourself” I shoot her a sly smile, with a limp arm she gives me a weak slap. “What a send off you have given me you young stud” I look confused at her “What do you mean send off?” she sits up on the bed and lights a cigarette. “What have you noticed about my house? About me? Something I’m wearing perhaps” I look round the room and notice photographs on the bedside table. “This... Isn’t your house?” I ask confused “Got it” She smiles “This is my sister’s house, she was letting me stay here while I sorted things” That’s when I notice it “Your ring... You’re still married?” a weak smile goes across her face “Yep... You got it hunny, we have just managed to work things out me and him. I was just heading out to enjoy my last night as a single lady when I saw you.” I blush, and as does she “I couldn't pass that chance up, to fuck the young stud I’d thought of for so long” she leans over and kisses me “Thank you for making me feel 10 years younger again”. We both shower and get dressed. I found out Diane was moving the next day to be back with her husband. As I kissed her goodbye, I didn't feel sadness. I lay in bed that night, thinking hard, something was new. As the days after mine and Diane’s encounter rolled by I began to realise something. I began to show affection for Jen, I made it public we were going out with each other, I showed my affections in public rather than a dark secret affair. Diane was my unfinished business, my end game. All my lust for cougars ended where it began, with her. I sat and talked with Jen one night, we talked for hours and we decided it was just us from then on, no more Melissa, no more sleeping around; it would be me and her. We are still together to this day, living happily in her house outside of town. If you had asked me the year before if I thought my lust for Cougars would be gone by this time a year later, I’d have thought you mad. It’s funny how life plays out . This is Captain Cougar... Signing off

Bands of Lust Chapter I Gym class was a waste of time for me. I wasn’t the athletic type. Hell, I was barely the active type. However, graduation was impossible without the piss easy A+ of gym. Girls were playing basketball on the left side of the gym, while we were on the right side running football drills. Essentially, a series of suicide sprints involving the catching and throwing of a football. Fuck, I hate gym. There was one thing that made coming to gym tolerable. She was five foot-six inches, with such a body that when she arched her back plump contours of her heart shaped ass were fully realized in the cotton short-shorts the girls wore. And the sports bra beneath her white t-shirt with the name James Madison High School printed on the front just puffed out her chest like two perfect globes. They didn’t bounce too much, but damn were they firm and palm fitting. I ran up her slender, shaved thighs that glistened with the reflections of overhead lighting after bouncing off the polished wood floor, traced the smooth heart of her ass, finger walked along the small of her back and then….she turned. Wide, child rearing hips just gave more attention to her soft, flat belly and her size C breasts that the school t-shirt just didn’t seem capable of containing. Her hair was light oak framing slender cheeks, pillowy lips hiding a blinding smile, and tender hazel eyes that just left everything else I’ve said in the dust. If I could gaze into those eyes for a good hour, I’d die happy. I sighed and said under my breath, “Terra.” “What’s got your jaw dropped?” Simon’s voice blinked me back to reality. “N-noting, I’m just looking at the clock to see how much time we have left.” “Don’t bullshit me man,” said Simon. “Let’s see, who were you gawking at? Michelle, Abby, Brenda, Catlin, oh, I know.” “Shut up,” I said. Damn, I should have kept my mouth shut. “It was Terra you were drooling over.” “Ha, ha, you got me. Now, can we let it go?” “I’ll admit she’s got a bombshell of a body. Wouldn’t mind hitting that.” “I’m ashamed as it is for staring.” “Why?” asked Nathan. He was leaning in to look at me from behind Simon. “She’s hot.” Nathan wore a pair of black rimmed glasses, and kept his hair combed to the side, always. Simon on the other hand had his hair short and spiked like some punk reject. Both were what one would call outcasts, or geeks. We were A+ students, read sci-fi and fantasy books, and watched the Lord of the Rings Trilogy in a single day (Extended Editions). “Doesn’t matter,” I said. “I shouldn’t be looking at her like that.” I put up this front because I feel I don’t seem like such a drooling hound, but to tell you the truth. If she lived across from me on a second story, my telescope wouldn’t be pointed at the stars. “So,” said Simon. “Today is my birthday, and that means the three of us are officially eighteen. So, let’s go to a club tonight and see if we can get some girls.” “Can’t we just play video games or something?” asked Nathan. “What? Shit, man, you need to get more confidence. And tonight, that’s what’s going to happen.” I leaned back and kept a casual, less obvious watch on Terra. Her pony tail was whipping this way and that as she moved across the court, her skill apparent in every smooth turn and step. “What’s the point of going? We can’t even drink.” “We’ll get drunk before we go. I’ll have my brother buy us some beer.” “If we’re drunk, how are we going to drive over there?” “Damn, you’re right.” Simon thought for a moment then looked at me. “Say, Brody, wanna be the designated driver?” Whoopty fucking do. We’re at a small club called Vertigo seated on some plush seats in the corner with a vantage point of the dance floor, clogged bar, and the ladies sitting at the other tables. It was pitch black with a layer of fog creeping along the ground like some biblical omen. The dance floor was a laser show of colors and shapes that danced along with each track blaring from the club speakers. It was so loud I wondered when the woofer was going to blow. As the designated driver I was reserved to refills of two dollar cokes, while my friends were royally plastered and stoned off their minds. Heh, good luck picking up girls when you don’t even have the motor functions to walk to the bar. I sighed with boredom. Most of the girls were either in their twenties, with their men, or were in a group on a girl’s night out with total avoidance of boys, some boys at least. I had tossed on a pair of black slacks, a grayish blue shirt with the top two buttons undone, and a blue blazer. And still, I was left to unwillingly eavesdrop on a conversation about greatest comic book super villains courtesy of Simon and Nathan, who weren’t too there anyway. Trying to find a more appealing distraction, a crescent booth several paces away caught my eye. There was a single girl there dressed in black and white stripped stockings, black hiking boots, a knee length plaid skirt, a black vest tossed over a red short-sleeve shirt, and elbow length gloves with the individual toes and thumbs missing. Her hair was tied back, and she was surrounded by a group of guys smiling and flirting as if the others weren’t even present. There were several empty martini and mixed drink glasses in front of her and she seemed somewhat flustered. I was about to just look away, when a strobe light cast its pale white glamour onto that girl and my heart skipped a beat. “It can’t be.” I squinted closer. “It is her.” As if on cue she rose, said something to the guys that made them sit down when they were each about to rise and give chase, and then walked over to the bar with a delicate sensual sway. I got up and pushed my way to the bar beside her. I checked her in my peripherals and felt my tongue swell in my mouth. It was her after all. I kept my eyes straight, her face reflected in the bar’s back mirror. “So,” I said. “Didn’t think I’d see you here, Terra.” I turned to a face trying to mask surprise. “I think you have me confused,” she said. “Could I have a Strawberry vodka?” The bartender nodded and began to make her drink. “No, problem, Vixen.” God, she sounded as if she belonged here. Hell, as if she’s been here before. And…Vixen? “Oh, no, I’m pretty sure you’re Terra Minx, Senior Class President of James Madison High School, and the best forward on our girls varsity basketball team.” She suddenly grabbed my arm and yanked me from the bar. She navigated the club with such skill I was convinced she’d been here before on more than one occasion. She pushed open the women’s restroom, shoved me in, and slammed the door behind her. She locked it and stared at me with her back pressed against the door. It was a singles bathroom and didn’t look much different than the men’s one, other than it smelled nice and had a tampon dispenser, while the men’s had a condom dispenser. “Well, this is awkward,” I managed to say after a pause. “How the hell did you recognize me?” “I only look at you every day at school,” I said. “What?” she asked in disbelief. “I mean, in the hallway, you know, on the way to class.” She took in a deep breath with her eyes closed. I watched her chest rise and fall. I let those clothes turn transparent and watched as her breasts rose and fell. Her pink nipples stiffened and rock hard, just begging to be licked and bitten. “Are you with those guys?” I asked. “What?” Her eyes snapped open, but her thoughts had closed her off from the rest of the world. “Those guys, are you always here on a Friday night picking up guys and getting drunk?” I said it with stern disgust, and I’m not sure why. She was silent for a moment. Her arms actually crossed over her stomach and she squeezed her fingers into her ribs as if to hold back unease. “Yes and no.” “What do you mean?” “It’s not every Friday night. It’s every night.” If there was ever a time to look genuinely shocked this was it. “You pick up a guy here every night?” “Yes, sometimes two or three, or four.” Correction, this was the time to be shocked. “You can’t be serious.” She didn’t say anything. She just looked away, fingers pushing deeper into her ribs. “I can’t believe the girl I’ve been pining after is a-a slut.” “I’m not!” she shouted back immediately. Anger swelled. “Oh, yeah! Then what is it?” “I…I…I can’t help it.” My anger slackened a bit. “What do you mean I can’t help it?” She remained silent, detached, her eyes focused on a corner of the bathroom. I fast walked to her, snatched her shoulders and shook her to life. My black eyes drilled holes into her hazel ones. “What do you mean?” “No, let go,” she said, trying to push me back. “I don’t want to.” “Tell me what’s going on?” My hot, caffeine soaked breath struck her face. Her nostrils twitched, and then her lips parted and took in a soft lungful. Then she latched onto me. Her right hand grabbed onto the short hairs on the back of my head and shoved her moistened lips into mine. They were soft and tasted of strawberries. Her breath poured into me and I could sense the vodka and rum. It mingled with my soda breath into one intoxicating aroma. God it felt so good. I felt her breasts press against my chest, are twin heartbeats playing a duet. Her left hand flew to the crotch of my slacks and wasted no time. Her finger curled around my growing length with a tender aggression that made me take in a deep, halting breath. “Oh, god,” I muttered, my brain still reeling from the strong stink of alcohol. Her hand massaged me through my slacks with practiced ease. I grew hard beneath her touch. Her fingers traced the veins of my shaft like a road navigator. Before I could do anymore, she pulled her hand away from my hardness and shoved my right hand beneath her skirt until my fingertips felt white silk. Her hand returned to its place, and my finger, on its own, began to press the silk of her panties into her. I could feel the split between her legs part beneath the silk. I could sense heat rising from those tender lips, and soon it grew moist. “What is this?” I asked. “Why so sudden?” “I need you,” she whispered, and then she shoved her tongue into my mouth silencing me. When she pulled away, I gave a cough of relief. “It burns so much,” she continued. “I can’t take it anymore. Please, fuck me.” That’s when I realized it. “You’re an addict.” “Stop talking, and just let me have it, please,” she whimpered. She was pleading. I slid my fingers beneath her panties and felt her lips twitch at my touch. She took in a deep sigh. I passed over her swelling clit, and found her sex. It burned with heat, I shoved two fingers as deep as I could and felt the muscles tighten around them. I pushed in and then pulled out, and then shoved them back in again. I felt her hold me as I moved, the furnace of her sex burning, moist and sticky to the touch. “Oh, god, don’t stop.” I pushed my thumb up and found her swollen clit peeking from beneath its hood. I pushed down on it and felt her body jerk with energy. She began to grind herself on my fingers. I pushed them in and out, my thumb rubbing her clit roughly. “Oh, god, make me cum.” She didn’t let up on my cock, which was now threatening to break through my slacks. “Oh, shit, I don’t think I can hold it.” Her hands were harsh and moved fast. I felt the cotton of my boxer briefs rubbing against it, scraping me. I shoved my fingers into her faster. Her juices soaked through and I could feel her panties growing soaked as well. I pushed my knuckles up into her and then I just felt her clench around them, holding them there, then she jerked once, twice. I felt her hip slither against me and then she let it all out. It poured from her like sap from a tree. “Ahhh! God!’ she cried as her hips pushed down onto my hand trying to get more into her. I pulled out of her and was just in time to catch her before she fell in exhaustion. “Christ, are you okay?” My dick was still throbbing and pressing against my pants. I hadn’t cum, but the desire for release was there. “Is this how it is for you?” “The heat,” she said. “I can’t take the heat. It’s too much. I need release.” “How often does it happen?” I asked, still holding her up. We were both drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, our hearts were racing. “At least five times a day, maybe more.” My jaw dropped. “What about at school?” “I-I can’t do it there, they’d know what I was,” she sobbed. “I just satisfy myself in the bathroom.” “Then you come here to pick up guys to sedate these urges?” “Yes,” she said. “I can’t stop. It’s the only way to get rid of the heat.” The next words that came out of my mouth were the last ones I would have expected. Even to this day I don’t know why I said what I said in that bathroom, but I did. “I’ll do it.” She looked up at me puzzled, her beautiful hazel eyes glistening with tears. “What?” “You could end up getting abused, catch an STD, or end up addicted to drugs or something. If all you need is someone to absorb the heat for you. I’ll do it. You won’t have to come to these clubs anymore. You’ll have me. I promise I’ll take care of you.” “Brody,” she said. The way she said my name, I’ll never forget it. It was in disbelief, relief, and hope. “I swear I’ll take care of you.” She pushed me away then turned her back to me. He hands went up beneath her skirt and I watched her soaked panties slide down her legs and get tossed into a corner. Resting her arms against the wall, she arched her back and spread her legs so the hem rose to reveal the bottom curves of her ass and the sweetness of her sex barely peeking from beneath the curtain. “Please,” she said. “Fuck me.” It all moved with the pace of a cheap porn flick. It wasn’t so much the situation that startled me, but the fact that it was Terra pulling the routine. That, and it was no fucking movie. I sighed, pulled out my wallet and fumbled out a condom. I’d brought it more on a ‘be prepared’ motto than any real expectation of using it. “No,” she suddenly said. “No, but I don’t want to get you pregnant or anything.” “It’s alright, you won’t get me pregnant.” I wasn’t going to tell her it was a precaution against any possible STDs. “Even so, I better just-” “No, fuck me without it or get out of the bathroom. I’ll just find someone else.” It was because she said this with genuine seriousness that I caved. I stuffed the condom back into my wallet, tossed off my blazer, and pulled out my shirt tail. I moved forward. I always hated in pornos how guys fucked girls in a public places with their pants around their feet. I always felt they looked like invalids or something. Leaving my slacks buttoned, I unzipped and got my cock out through the opening of my underwear. Strangely enough, I could never understand any other reason for that slit being there than for this. I had read somewhere that sex was half instinct and half technique. Those words I held in my mind as I rubbed my cock to get it as hard as I could. Urging me on with heavy breathing and whimpering pleas for carnal satisfaction, Terra slipped her left hand between her legs, while the right crumbled her skirt up on her lower back. Legs spread apart and ass stuck out like some stuck up dog, her fingers slid up her lips and then parted those folds. Pink lips bloomed to reveal beckoning darkness. Her fingers held those pink petals apart stretching out her vagina. Below her hungry maw, her clit still throbbed with a deep rose color, its hardened head coming out from beneath its folds. She glistened with her juices and I approached and placed my hands on her hips. Stretching her cheeks apart and ignoring her whimpering, I touched the head of my cock to the rim of that gaping cave. I took a deep breath and pushed it in. It stretched to swallow me. Furnace warmth enveloped my shaft immediately; the moistness dripping off the walls seemed to sizzle with energy along my pulsing length. She let a soft moan escape her lips as her lower lips took me in with ease, a testament to her experience. The way she would carry herself at school, I always thought I’d be her first. But there was no resistance, no pain. “Oh, damn,” I growled. Her pussy tightened around my length and held it. I could feel the wet, soft walls within her massage me. Holding tight on her hips, I drew back half way before plunging it back in. She bucked, her breasts bouncing up against the wall. I retreated and then assaulted her once more with greater force. “Ahhh!” she cried out. “P-People will hear us,” I managed to say, as I found my rhythm. I was slow, letting her pleasure, as well as mine, build into eruption. I thrust hard letting my pelvis strike her heart shaped ass with each assault. It wasn’t long, however, before she started to push back. Even as I tore into her, she rode me with such unchained desire that I thought I was going to blow early. I held my stomach as tight as I could and urged myself to hold it in. Heavy exhalations escaped my lungs as I fucked her, obeying her pleas of “Faster”, “Deeper”, and “Harder.” I let her guide me, and the carnal beast within me took the wheel. I left her hips and grabbed her stomach and breasts. I pulled her away from the stability of the wall until her shoulder blades were pressed against my chest, her back arched. She tilted her head up and I bent down with a kiss. Her mouth opened and the intoxication of alcohol swirled my senses as I forced my tongue down her throat. She sucked on it, taking in my breath with as much vigor as I took in hers. Her left hand held the hair on the back of my head so hard I thought she’d rip them from the roots, but it was good pain. We heaved and moaned as two wild beasts in season. My hips pushed faster, the squelching juices creating a fragrance and ballad that drove our hearts into drum rolls. “Oh, god, I’m almost there, don’t stop,” she cried into my lips. With one hand wrapped covetously about her stomach and the other massaging her breasts, the tip of her hardened nipples pushing up from her clothes, I let my passion loose. Faster was what she wanted. Harder and deeper were her edicts. I ripped her open, stretched her beyond pain. As she ground against me, riding my thrusts on waves of pleasure, I felt her body tighten around my cock with ravenous hunger. I could feel my dick twitching, here it was. I braced myself. I sped up. It was the last stretch, and I poured every ounce of my energy into the last lap. “Oh, fuck!” she screamed. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking while her pussy hit me with a final strangle hold that made moving impossible. “Arrgh!” I growled through clenched teeth in some jungle roar. My body went rigid, my length twitched and I felt my balls tighten up. I exploded into her. Hot seed rushed up and she cried out as her body took it all. I still thought that I might get her pregnant, but I found I’d worry about that later. Doused in sweat, we both slid to the floor. She was on her knees bent forward, my twitching member sore and on fire. I began to pull out with a growl, my cock’s sensitivity still raw with heat. “No,” she said. “Leave it in. Just a little longer, Brody.” I did. We lay there steeped in sweat, smelling of each other. Our hearts were still running the marathon, and our lungs were convinced they had come up for air. “Okay,” she said. “Pull out.” I did. I was still raw and I held back a growl of discomfort as I pulled free of her. She was dripping so much that the juices had run down her inner thighs and into droplets on the linoleum. “Clean me,” she sighed, a satisfied smile regarding me. God her hazel eyes were alight. Still bent forward with her ass and pussy in the air, I parted her cheeks and ran my tongue from her throbbing, moist clit up to her warm sex. I lapped up her juices with loud slurping noises that tickled her and made her stifle a few giggles. I pushed my tongue into her hole, still plenty warm and plenty wet. I lapped up what I could around her vagina. She tasted warm and strong. Her scent flew into my nose and I instantly became drunk on it. I pulled away and fell back onto my ass. My cock was still erect and twitching from its recent release. Terra sat back onto her heels and scooted towards me. “Now, I’ll clean you.” Her tongue slowly drank up my cum and juices. When she sucked it into her mouth I felt goose bumps surge up my arms and felt an energetic twitch in my cock. She was skilled. Her lips weren’t too tight. They were a tender hug that ran up and down my sensitive length. I was still raw and even this moist act of pleasure brought up a few fiery whimpers from my throat. When she was done my cock glistened with her saliva. I stared at her for several moments. She swallowed and smiled. Then she leaned forward and gave me a deep kiss, arms wrapped about my neck, tongue parting my mouth. I hugged her and sucked in her breath once more, the vodka and rum filling me to bursting. When she pulled away I tried to go in for a kiss, but she placed a finger on my lips and shook her head. “The heat’s gone for now,” she said. She straightened up, snatched up her soaked panties and then walked ro the sink. I lifted myself up, tucked away my equipment, and sat down on the toilet seat with my blazer tossed over one shoulder. She opened her purse and took out a small plastic baggy with an extra pair of panties in it. “You carry a spare pair with you?” I asked. “I hate moist silk against my pussy,” she said. She swapped the soaked one for the dry one. The plastic bag disappeared into her purse with her spent panties, and then she gracefully stepped into her new silk pair and pulled it up under her skirt. She flattened the plaid skirt out, and then turned to look at me. “You want to see my place?”

Bands of Lust Chapter I Gym class was a waste of time for me. I wasn’t the athletic type. Hell, I was barely the active type. However, graduation was impossible without the piss easy A+ of gym. Girls were playing basketball on the left side of the gym, while we were on the right side running football drills. Essentially, a series of suicide sprints involving the catching and throwing of a football. Fuck, I hate gym. There was one thing that made coming to gym tolerable. She was five foot-six inches, with such a body that when she arched her back plump contours of her heart shaped ass were fully realized in the cotton short-shorts the girls wore. And the sports bra beneath her white t-shirt with the name James Madison High School printed on the front just puffed out her chest like two perfect globes. They didn’t bounce too much, but damn were they firm and palm fitting. I ran up her slender, shaved thighs that glistened with the reflections of overhead lighting after bouncing off the polished wood floor, traced the smooth heart of her ass, finger walked along the small of her back and then….she turned. Wide, child rearing hips just gave more attention to her soft, flat belly and her size C breasts that the school t-shirt just didn’t seem capable of containing. Her hair was light oak framing slender cheeks, pillowy lips hiding a blinding smile, and tender hazel eyes that just left everything else I’ve said in the dust. If I could gaze into those eyes for a good hour, I’d die happy. I sighed and said under my breath, “Terra.” “What’s got your jaw dropped?” Simon’s voice blinked me back to reality. “N-noting, I’m just looking at the clock to see how much time we have left.” “Don’t bullshit me man,” said Simon. “Let’s see, who were you gawking at? Michelle, Abby, Brenda, Catlin, oh, I know.” “Shut up,” I said. Damn, I should have kept my mouth shut. “It was Terra you were drooling over.” “Ha, ha, you got me. Now, can we let it go?” “I’ll admit she’s got a bombshell of a body. Wouldn’t mind hitting that.” “I’m ashamed as it is for staring.” “Why?” asked Nathan. He was leaning in to look at me from behind Simon. “She’s hot.” Nathan wore a pair of black rimmed glasses, and kept his hair combed to the side, always. Simon on the other hand had his hair short and spiked like some punk reject. Both were what one would call outcasts, or geeks. We were A+ students, read sci-fi and fantasy books, and watched the Lord of the Rings Trilogy in a single day (Extended Editions). “Doesn’t matter,” I said. “I shouldn’t be looking at her like that.” I put up this front because I feel I don’t seem like such a drooling hound, but to tell you the truth. If she lived across from me on a second story, my telescope wouldn’t be pointed at the stars. “So,” said Simon. “Today is my birthday, and that means the three of us are officially eighteen. So, let’s go to a club tonight and see if we can get some girls.” “Can’t we just play video games or something?” asked Nathan. “What? Shit, man, you need to get more confidence. And tonight, that’s what’s going to happen.” I leaned back and kept a casual, less obvious watch on Terra. Her pony tail was whipping this way and that as she moved across the court, her skill apparent in every smooth turn and step. “What’s the point of going? We can’t even drink.” “We’ll get drunk before we go. I’ll have my brother buy us some beer.” “If we’re drunk, how are we going to drive over there?” “Damn, you’re right.” Simon thought for a moment then looked at me. “Say, Brody, wanna be the designated driver?” Whoopty fucking do. We’re at a small club called Vertigo seated on some plush seats in the corner with a vantage point of the dance floor, clogged bar, and the ladies sitting at the other tables. It was pitch black with a layer of fog creeping along the ground like some biblical omen. The dance floor was a laser show of colors and shapes that danced along with each track blaring from the club speakers. It was so loud I wondered when the woofer was going to blow. As the designated driver I was reserved to refills of two dollar cokes, while my friends were royally plastered and stoned off their minds. Heh, good luck picking up girls when you don’t even have the motor functions to walk to the bar. I sighed with boredom. Most of the girls were either in their twenties, with their men, or were in a group on a girl’s night out with total avoidance of boys, some boys at least. I had tossed on a pair of black slacks, a grayish blue shirt with the top two buttons undone, and a blue blazer. And still, I was left to unwillingly eavesdrop on a conversation about greatest comic book super villains courtesy of Simon and Nathan, who weren’t too there anyway. Trying to find a more appealing distraction, a crescent booth several paces away caught my eye. There was a single girl there dressed in black and white stripped stockings, black hiking boots, a knee length plaid skirt, a black vest tossed over a red short-sleeve shirt, and elbow length gloves with the individual toes and thumbs missing. Her hair was tied back, and she was surrounded by a group of guys smiling and flirting as if the others weren’t even present. There were several empty martini and mixed drink glasses in front of her and she seemed somewhat flustered. I was about to just look away, when a strobe light cast its pale white glamour onto that girl and my heart skipped a beat. “It can’t be.” I squinted closer. “It is her.” As if on cue she rose, said something to the guys that made them sit down when they were each about to rise and give chase, and then walked over to the bar with a delicate sensual sway. I got up and pushed my way to the bar beside her. I checked her in my peripherals and felt my tongue swell in my mouth. It was her after all. I kept my eyes straight, her face reflected in the bar’s back mirror. “So,” I said. “Didn’t think I’d see you here, Terra.” I turned to a face trying to mask surprise. “I think you have me confused,” she said. “Could I have a Strawberry vodka?” The bartender nodded and began to make her drink. “No, problem, Vixen.” God, she sounded as if she belonged here. Hell, as if she’s been here before. And…Vixen? “Oh, no, I’m pretty sure you’re Terra Minx, Senior Class President of James Madison High School, and the best forward on our girls varsity basketball team.” She suddenly grabbed my arm and yanked me from the bar. She navigated the club with such skill I was convinced she’d been here before on more than one occasion. She pushed open the women’s restroom, shoved me in, and slammed the door behind her. She locked it and stared at me with her back pressed against the door. It was a singles bathroom and didn’t look much different than the men’s one, other than it smelled nice and had a tampon dispenser, while the men’s had a condom dispenser. “Well, this is awkward,” I managed to say after a pause. “How the hell did you recognize me?” “I only look at you every day at school,” I said. “What?” she asked in disbelief. “I mean, in the hallway, you know, on the way to class.” She took in a deep breath with her eyes closed. I watched her chest rise and fall. I let those clothes turn transparent and watched as her breasts rose and fell. Her pink nipples stiffened and rock hard, just begging to be licked and bitten. “Are you with those guys?” I asked. “What?” Her eyes snapped open, but her thoughts had closed her off from the rest of the world. “Those guys, are you always here on a Friday night picking up guys and getting drunk?” I said it with stern disgust, and I’m not sure why. She was silent for a moment. Her arms actually crossed over her stomach and she squeezed her fingers into her ribs as if to hold back unease. “Yes and no.” “What do you mean?” “It’s not every Friday night. It’s every night.” If there was ever a time to look genuinely shocked this was it. “You pick up a guy here every night?” “Yes, sometimes two or three, or four.” Correction, this was the time to be shocked. “You can’t be serious.” She didn’t say anything. She just looked away, fingers pushing deeper into her ribs. “I can’t believe the girl I’ve been pining after is a-a slut.” “I’m not!” she shouted back immediately. Anger swelled. “Oh, yeah! Then what is it?” “I…I…I can’t help it.” My anger slackened a bit. “What do you mean I can’t help it?” She remained silent, detached, her eyes focused on a corner of the bathroom. I fast walked to her, snatched her shoulders and shook her to life. My black eyes drilled holes into her hazel ones. “What do you mean?” “No, let go,” she said, trying to push me back. “I don’t want to.” “Tell me what’s going on?” My hot, caffeine soaked breath struck her face. Her nostrils twitched, and then her lips parted and took in a soft lungful. Then she latched onto me. Her right hand grabbed onto the short hairs on the back of my head and shoved her moistened lips into mine. They were soft and tasted of strawberries. Her breath poured into me and I could sense the vodka and rum. It mingled with my soda breath into one intoxicating aroma. God it felt so good. I felt her breasts press against my chest, are twin heartbeats playing a duet. Her left hand flew to the crotch of my slacks and wasted no time. Her finger curled around my growing length with a tender aggression that made me take in a deep, halting breath. “Oh, god,” I muttered, my brain still reeling from the strong stink of alcohol. Her hand massaged me through my slacks with practiced ease. I grew hard beneath her touch. Her fingers traced the veins of my shaft like a road navigator. Before I could do anymore, she pulled her hand away from my hardness and shoved my right hand beneath her skirt until my fingertips felt white silk. Her hand returned to its place, and my finger, on its own, began to press the silk of her panties into her. I could feel the split between her legs part beneath the silk. I could sense heat rising from those tender lips, and soon it grew moist. “What is this?” I asked. “Why so sudden?” “I need you,” she whispered, and then she shoved her tongue into my mouth silencing me. When she pulled away, I gave a cough of relief. “It burns so much,” she continued. “I can’t take it anymore. Please, fuck me.” That’s when I realized it. “You’re an addict.” “Stop talking, and just let me have it, please,” she whimpered. She was pleading. I slid my fingers beneath her panties and felt her lips twitch at my touch. She took in a deep sigh. I passed over her swelling clit, and found her sex. It burned with heat, I shoved two fingers as deep as I could and felt the muscles tighten around them. I pushed in and then pulled out, and then shoved them back in again. I felt her hold me as I moved, the furnace of her sex burning, moist and sticky to the touch. “Oh, god, don’t stop.” I pushed my thumb up and found her swollen clit peeking from beneath its hood. I pushed down on it and felt her body jerk with energy. She began to grind herself on my fingers. I pushed them in and out, my thumb rubbing her clit roughly. “Oh, god, make me cum.” She didn’t let up on my cock, which was now threatening to break through my slacks. “Oh, shit, I don’t think I can hold it.” Her hands were harsh and moved fast. I felt the cotton of my boxer briefs rubbing against it, scraping me. I shoved my fingers into her faster. Her juices soaked through and I could feel her panties growing soaked as well. I pushed my knuckles up into her and then I just felt her clench around them, holding them there, then she jerked once, twice. I felt her hip slither against me and then she let it all out. It poured from her like sap from a tree. “Ahhh! God!’ she cried as her hips pushed down onto my hand trying to get more into her. I pulled out of her and was just in time to catch her before she fell in exhaustion. “Christ, are you okay?” My dick was still throbbing and pressing against my pants. I hadn’t cum, but the desire for release was there. “Is this how it is for you?” “The heat,” she said. “I can’t take the heat. It’s too much. I need release.” “How often does it happen?” I asked, still holding her up. We were both drenched in sweat and breathing heavily, our hearts were racing. “At least five times a day, maybe more.” My jaw dropped. “What about at school?” “I-I can’t do it there, they’d know what I was,” she sobbed. “I just satisfy myself in the bathroom.” “Then you come here to pick up guys to sedate these urges?” “Yes,” she said. “I can’t stop. It’s the only way to get rid of the heat.” The next words that came out of my mouth were the last ones I would have expected. Even to this day I don’t know why I said what I said in that bathroom, but I did. “I’ll do it.” She looked up at me puzzled, her beautiful hazel eyes glistening with tears. “What?” “You could end up getting abused, catch an STD, or end up addicted to drugs or something. If all you need is someone to absorb the heat for you. I’ll do it. You won’t have to come to these clubs anymore. You’ll have me. I promise I’ll take care of you.” “Brody,” she said. The way she said my name, I’ll never forget it. It was in disbelief, relief, and hope. “I swear I’ll take care of you.” She pushed me away then turned her back to me. He hands went up beneath her skirt and I watched her soaked panties slide down her legs and get tossed into a corner. Resting her arms against the wall, she arched her back and spread her legs so the hem rose to reveal the bottom curves of her ass and the sweetness of her sex barely peeking from beneath the curtain. “Please,” she said. “Fuck me.” It all moved with the pace of a cheap porn flick. It wasn’t so much the situation that startled me, but the fact that it was Terra pulling the routine. That, and it was no fucking movie. I sighed, pulled out my wallet and fumbled out a condom. I’d brought it more on a ‘be prepared’ motto than any real expectation of using it. “No,” she suddenly said. “No, but I don’t want to get you pregnant or anything.” “It’s alright, you won’t get me pregnant.” I wasn’t going to tell her it was a precaution against any possible STDs. “Even so, I better just-” “No, fuck me without it or get out of the bathroom. I’ll just find someone else.” It was because she said this with genuine seriousness that I caved. I stuffed the condom back into my wallet, tossed off my blazer, and pulled out my shirt tail. I moved forward. I always hated in pornos how guys fucked girls in a public places with their pants around their feet. I always felt they looked like invalids or something. Leaving my slacks buttoned, I unzipped and got my cock out through the opening of my underwear. Strangely enough, I could never understand any other reason for that slit being there than for this. I had read somewhere that sex was half instinct and half technique. Those words I held in my mind as I rubbed my cock to get it as hard as I could. Urging me on with heavy breathing and whimpering pleas for carnal satisfaction, Terra slipped her left hand between her legs, while the right crumbled her skirt up on her lower back. Legs spread apart and ass stuck out like some stuck up dog, her fingers slid up her lips and then parted those folds. Pink lips bloomed to reveal beckoning darkness. Her fingers held those pink petals apart stretching out her vagina. Below her hungry maw, her clit still throbbed with a deep rose color, its hardened head coming out from beneath its folds. She glistened with her juices and I approached and placed my hands on her hips. Stretching her cheeks apart and ignoring her whimpering, I touched the head of my cock to the rim of that gaping cave. I took a deep breath and pushed it in. It stretched to swallow me. Furnace warmth enveloped my shaft immediately; the moistness dripping off the walls seemed to sizzle with energy along my pulsing length. She let a soft moan escape her lips as her lower lips took me in with ease, a testament to her experience. The way she would carry herself at school, I always thought I’d be her first. But there was no resistance, no pain. “Oh, damn,” I growled. Her pussy tightened around my length and held it. I could feel the wet, soft walls within her massage me. Holding tight on her hips, I drew back half way before plunging it back in. She bucked, her breasts bouncing up against the wall. I retreated and then assaulted her once more with greater force. “Ahhh!” she cried out. “P-People will hear us,” I managed to say, as I found my rhythm. I was slow, letting her pleasure, as well as mine, build into eruption. I thrust hard letting my pelvis strike her heart shaped ass with each assault. It wasn’t long, however, before she started to push back. Even as I tore into her, she rode me with such unchained desire that I thought I was going to blow early. I held my stomach as tight as I could and urged myself to hold it in. Heavy exhalations escaped my lungs as I fucked her, obeying her pleas of “Faster”, “Deeper”, and “Harder.” I let her guide me, and the carnal beast within me took the wheel. I left her hips and grabbed her stomach and breasts. I pulled her away from the stability of the wall until her shoulder blades were pressed against my chest, her back arched. She tilted her head up and I bent down with a kiss. Her mouth opened and the intoxication of alcohol swirled my senses as I forced my tongue down her throat. She sucked on it, taking in my breath with as much vigor as I took in hers. Her left hand held the hair on the back of my head so hard I thought she’d rip them from the roots, but it was good pain. We heaved and moaned as two wild beasts in season. My hips pushed faster, the squelching juices creating a fragrance and ballad that drove our hearts into drum rolls. “Oh, god, I’m almost there, don’t stop,” she cried into my lips. With one hand wrapped covetously about her stomach and the other massaging her breasts, the tip of her hardened nipples pushing up from her clothes, I let my passion loose. Faster was what she wanted. Harder and deeper were her edicts. I ripped her open, stretched her beyond pain. As she ground against me, riding my thrusts on waves of pleasure, I felt her body tighten around my cock with ravenous hunger. I could feel my dick twitching, here it was. I braced myself. I sped up. It was the last stretch, and I poured every ounce of my energy into the last lap. “Oh, fuck!” she screamed. Her body convulsed, her hips bucking while her pussy hit me with a final strangle hold that made moving impossible. “Arrgh!” I growled through clenched teeth in some jungle roar. My body went rigid, my length twitched and I felt my balls tighten up. I exploded into her. Hot seed rushed up and she cried out as her body took it all. I still thought that I might get her pregnant, but I found I’d worry about that later. Doused in sweat, we both slid to the floor. She was on her knees bent forward, my twitching member sore and on fire. I began to pull out with a growl, my cock’s sensitivity still raw with heat. “No,” she said. “Leave it in. Just a little longer, Brody.” I did. We lay there steeped in sweat, smelling of each other. Our hearts were still running the marathon, and our lungs were convinced they had come up for air. “Okay,” she said. “Pull out.” I did. I was still raw and I held back a growl of discomfort as I pulled free of her. She was dripping so much that the juices had run down her inner thighs and into droplets on the linoleum. “Clean me,” she sighed, a satisfied smile regarding me. God her hazel eyes were alight. Still bent forward with her ass and pussy in the air, I parted her cheeks and ran my tongue from her throbbing, moist clit up to her warm sex. I lapped up her juices with loud slurping noises that tickled her and made her stifle a few giggles. I pushed my tongue into her hole, still plenty warm and plenty wet. I lapped up what I could around her vagina. She tasted warm and strong. Her scent flew into my nose and I instantly became drunk on it. I pulled away and fell back onto my ass. My cock was still erect and twitching from its recent release. Terra sat back onto her heels and scooted towards me. “Now, I’ll clean you.” Her tongue slowly drank up my cum and juices. When she sucked it into her mouth I felt goose bumps surge up my arms and felt an energetic twitch in my cock. She was skilled. Her lips weren’t too tight. They were a tender hug that ran up and down my sensitive length. I was still raw and even this moist act of pleasure brought up a few fiery whimpers from my throat. When she was done my cock glistened with her saliva. I stared at her for several moments. She swallowed and smiled. Then she leaned forward and gave me a deep kiss, arms wrapped about my neck, tongue parting my mouth. I hugged her and sucked in her breath once more, the vodka and rum filling me to bursting. When she pulled away I tried to go in for a kiss, but she placed a finger on my lips and shook her head. “The heat’s gone for now,” she said. She straightened up, snatched up her soaked panties and then walked ro the sink. I lifted myself up, tucked away my equipment, and sat down on the toilet seat with my blazer tossed over one shoulder. She opened her purse and took out a small plastic baggy with an extra pair of panties in it. “You carry a spare pair with you?” I asked. “I hate moist silk against my pussy,” she said. She swapped the soaked one for the dry one. The plastic bag disappeared into her purse with her spent panties, and then she gracefully stepped into her new silk pair and pulled it up under her skirt. She flattened the plaid skirt out, and then turned to look at me. “You want to see my place?”

Bands of Lust Chapter II She had left me with a napkin with her address and quick directions. I stuffed that carefully into my pocket to avoid smearing the ink. And set out to drop off Simon and Nathan who were essentially still shifting between reality and whatever dream world they were simultaneously occupying. Nathan usually was never one to get stoned or drunk, but he was no match for Simon’s persuasion, which usually consisted of him punching Nathan in the arm until he gave in. I left them each at their houses and then turned my wheels for Terra’s place. “Two in the morning,” I said, looking at the car’s digital clock. “God I hope I don’t wake anyone up.” I parked a few blocks down from her place to avoid any awkward morning. The last thing I needed was her parents asking about a strange ca by their curb. I walked to the house, and crossed up to the front door. It was a two story brick box with a garage extension, and a matching brick wall with a black gate leading into the backyard. “Christ, I can’t believe I’m actually doing this.” I called the number on the napkin and waited. “Yeah?” Terra asked. Even on the phone her voice didn’t lose its honey. “It’s me. I’m, I’m outside your front door.” “Oh, my window is on the second floor on the right side of the house, hop the fence and climb up.” “Climb up?” “Yeah, you’ll see.” “Fine, I’ll be there in a few minutes.” I flipped the cell shut and stuffed it into my slacks. “Okay, now I’m climbing into her room. What am I, Romeo?” I hopped her fence with a bit of effort using her garbage bin as a boost. I was just waiting for it to roll out from under me, but I managed to land on the other side. Her window gleamed with light, and then I saw what she had meant. A wooden grid painted white and covered with intertwining vines with their flowers not yet in bloom ran up the full height of the house. “I’m not athletic,” I sighed. I grabbed the rungs and started my climb. Dress shoes didn’t have any grip so I tried to go as slow as possible. As the window neared, I made a conscious effort not to look down. “Just a few more feet and, there.” I was right next to the open window sill, now came the hard part. She stuck her head out the window and smiled. “Didn’t think you could climb that,” she said. I smiled back. “Neither could I, can I get some help?” “Sure, just ease over here and put your left foot on the sill and hold the top of the window with your hands.” “I see you’ve done this before,” I said, stretching my left foot out to the sill. “A few times,” she said. I got my left hand on the top of the window, then my right, and then finally inched over until my right foot was where it needed to be. “Now what?” “Now, just swing yourself in.” “You sure I shouldn’t have just climbed up from the sill?” “Just put one foot in, hold onto the sides and slip in.” It took me a good minute to get up the nerve and three more to finally pass through in slow, jerky movements. There were at least two times I thought I was going to slip and fall to my death, or a pair of broken legs. “Oh, man, that was nuts.” I shook myself back to life, my nerves still shooting bullets of ‘scared shitless’ through my system. I dusted some green refuse from my blazer. Then my hands brushed up against Terra’s soft hands on my left arm. “Let’s get this blazer off,” she said. Her hands slid up my arms to my shoulder, her firm grip sending bolts through to my feet, but they seemed to start collecting somewhere else. Her fingers curled around the collar and slowly slipped it off before tossing it onto the chair of her desk. Her heels clicked on the wooden floor as she came to my front and placed her hands on my chest. “Let’s get you off those sore feet.” She kissed me, her tongue pushed into my throat. She hadn’t brushed her teeth. The thick smell of her club drinks poured down and into my stomach. I wondered how she even managed to drive back here. Then she pushed me onto her bed. “It’s only been thirty minutes since the bathroom at the club,” I said. “I know,” she said, gazing down at me as her fingers unbuttoned her vest. “I had to satisfy myself on the way over here, I couldn’t hold back.” “What the hell have I gotten myself into?” I thought. I watched the vest slip from her shoulder and hit the floor before sliding off into a corner from a kick. She pulled off her red shirt and tossed it away just as carelessly. Her breasts, the breasts I’d been seeing in my dreams and pictured naked in my mind’s eye every hallway passing, burst up with soft yearning from black satin cups traced with red flowers. She reached back, undid the clip and let the bra fall to the floor. “Oh, damn.” “The heats coming back,” she said. “Yes it is,” I blurted out without much thought. I could feel my cock pressing against my slacks. Her skirt fell and joined the other clothes. Her white panties, now soaked, hit the ground and wound up somewhere in the room, I wasn’t really watching. She stood with her striped stockings and hiking boots, and her long netted gloves. “Aren’t you going to take off your boots?” “I like fucking in these,” she said, and then she pounced. Buttons clattered against the walls as my shirt was ripped open and pulled off and discarded. “Christ!” She slid down along my body, nails raking my chest and stomach with tender pain. She undid my slacks and yanked them down with my underwear and hurled them into some forgetful corner. I didn’t even hear the belt buckle strike the wood. I managed to peer down and saw my erection throbbing with carnal vigor. “Make me cum,” I said, out of breath. “I plan to,” she said with a lush flashing of whites. She leaned forward and lowered her smooth rounded breasts down to my cock. She squeezed them and liquid ecstasy doused me like a surfer’s wave. Her soft, liquid gloves formed around my hardness with burning comfort. I could sense her heart beat through my dick, each thump sending surges of energy through my shaft. Then they rubbed against me, the softness firmly holding me as her warmness combined with my own into passionate fire. My cock slipped in and out of her cleavage, my pre-cum sticking to my shaft and making her breasts glisten. “Oh, god,” I said. I was staring up at the ceiling with my hands at hands above my head. I didn’t look down. Not seeing her do it increased the pleasure. I just stared at the ceiling and kept my mind from wandering. I stayed there and now. Her breasts were slick now with my pre-cum, the firm pressure of her cleavage massaging my shaft caused my cock to twitch and my balls to tighten up. “Oh, shit, I think I’m going to cum.” “Go ahead,” she said. She pumped her breasts faster, the softness of her skin washing my dick in pleasure. “Right into my mouth, baby.” Her head bent down and I gasped aloud as my head disappeared into her mouth. Just like when she’d cleaned me off in the bathroom half an hour ago, the lips tightened around the head and I growled in surprise as I felt her inhale. Air rushed over my cock and I nearly lost control. It vibrated off the head’s skin and sent my senses swirling, and when her tongue began to spin around it with moist slather I felt my body stiffen up. My balls finally tightened to their tightest, and my cock gave its final spasm before spraying white warmth into the back of her throat. As soon as I came, her breasts released the pressure and her mouth rushed down to take my entire length into it as a surplus of seed once held back by her breasts exploded with such force my hips rose up and my back arched. “Oh, fuck!” I cried out. When I finally relaxed, Terra kept sucking me off to take what was left of my cum down her throat. My balls had shrunk, spent, and my dick still twitched from the unexpected force of release. I felt my cock pop out of her soft, strawberry lips. It took effort, but I came up onto my elbows. She was drooling strings of spit down onto my cock and lubricating it with her soft, but aggressive fist. “How many more times can you go?” she asked. “I’m not sure,” I managed to say. “Ungh,” I groaned as my cock started to build up again to its full length, hot red fire stiffening it. There were thin pale lines along my shaft from where her teeth had gently scraped me when she’d come up. I was so dazed from the release I hadn’t even felt their soft bite. “Well, let’s see.” Once my cock was glistening and didn’t seem to be growing anymore, she straddled me and slipped her fingers down to her burning, wet lips. She spread her pussy wide, still raw from the finger fucking she’d given herself on the way home, and then lowered herself down. She took in a long lungful as my hot length stretched her even more. I groaned as I felt the pressure of her cunt constrict around my shaft, its wet warmth burning me raw with ecstatic pain. I felt my pelvis tighten up as the weight of Terra’s sex was borne down on me. “How does it feel?” she asked, fire swirling in those hazel eyes. “Warm,” I said. “Let’s see how long you can last,” she said. With her palms against my chest, her nails digging into my flesh and pulling a groan of pain from my throat, she began to pump herself up and down on my shaft harshly. Her lips smacked loudly against my pelvis with each descent, my ass and hips bouncing on the edge of her bed as she impaled herself on my cock over and over. “Terra, please, this is too much,” I groaned. I wasn’t sure if I could hold it in. “No, don’t cum yet. I’m…still…not…there yet,” she huffed. Her breasts bounced before my eyes as she worked my cock like a pole. My hips started grinding into her. I thrust my cock up into her frantic pussy, her warm furnace swallowing my burning stiffness eagerly. I could feel her stretching and shrinking with each rise and fall. Each spearing ripped her open and tore strong moans from her throat. “Yes, yes!” she screamed. “Push it deeper, I’m right there.” “Terra,” I huffed, my cock pounding her without rest. “I don’t think I can hold it, arrgh!” “Hold it, hold it,” she cried out. “I’m on the edge of it.” She rode me even harder; her pussy began to redden my sore pelvis with each pump. Her nails dug into me, scratching me with feline care. “Oh, shit!” I growled. I clenched my stomach, but I was too late. I grabbed her hips firmly at the last second. I exploded into her, every ounce of my seed adding to the gallons already within her. If she didn’t get pregnant after that, I would think it was an act of God. She screamed into the ceiling, her angelic voice ringing in my ears with a hurricane of sound and fury. Her pussy muscles relaxed as her sex came to rest on my sore pelvis, my even sorer cock still throbbing within her, the last of my seed oozing from my twitching length. I could feel her climax pouring down my shaft; its moist warmness was as thick as honey. My balls had collapsed, its second release being more volcanic than the first. I wasn’t sure I’d be able to go a third time. We both groaned with sharp burning sensation as Terra dismounted, both our raw flesh still too reactive to even the lightest touch. She rolled onto her back to my right side and spread her dripping legs open, the hem of her stockings soaked with her trailing juices. She massaged her inner thighs, and took a long look at me. “Mount me,” she said, her breathing heavy and beckoning. Her voice quivered with need, ached with her uncontrolled addiction. “Can’t we rest,” I asked, completely convinced I couldn’t get it up for at least a few hours. Her answer was to grab me and throw me on top of herself. Without a word she grabbed my cock and massaged it back to life, her tongue licking her lips in hunger. “I need you,” she said. “The heat’s still there. It’s burning me up.” My cock stiffened up and quaked with renewed vigor, and I sighed to myself. I was dripping buckets of sweat, some of those salty droplets drizzled onto her heaving stomach. She yanked me forward so suddenly that my cock’s head struck her swollen clit. She cried out in unexpected euphoria, but I felt sharp pain race up my shaft. I took in a deep breath, looked down to her soaked cunt and pushed my cock once more into her engorging folds. Her heat was still fresh. I growled through clenched teeth as my cock roared with sensation, the rawness too strong to forget. I let my breath out, and managed to look her in her eyes. They were closed and her head was tilted back, mouth slightly open. Hot, needy breath escaped her. “She’s just waiting for me to start,” I thought. I grabbed her thighs and squeezed, then I pulled out and thrust in with as much force as I could muster. The bed rocked with each thrust. Her legs wrapped themselves about my waist and her boots interlocked. I had to rise up on the balls of my feet to be eye to eye with her. My hips rose and fell as her pussy took my cock in its firm hold once more. With my palms pressing into the giving softness of her bed on either side of her head, I huffed and growled as my weight pressed her down into the frame forming mattress. Terra let her hazel eyes grow accustomed to my own black orbs. Her gloved hands massaged their way up my taut arms and then around my body. Her nails dug into my upper back, my aching shoulder blades feeling the sting oh-too-well. I released a soft groan that brought a smile to her features. Clinging to me, she raised herself up so that only her ass and lower back touched the bed and buried her moaning face into my right shoulder, her cries being muffled into my flesh. I felt her hip buck and grind against me, rising to meet each thrust with equal fervor. We fucked each other without a pause for breath. She was like a bitch in heat, her hips slamming themselves passionately into me, my cock driving into her with such speed and strength that I could hear the meeting of our pelvises like the crack of a whip. “That’s it,” she cooed. “Don’t stop, right there, baby.” Her eyes were shut, but I knew unbridled lust lay in those autumn hazel stars. As the bestial heat rose up within us both, I could feel our bodies rushing to finish. My hips were a jackhammer on autopilot, the fullness of my length boring into her body with the ease of a water slick tube. I could feel the passion’s heat rising up in my loins, my balls growing hard and heavy. I was ready to release, and she knew it. Her pussy could feel my cock’s struggling twitches within the vice grip of her vaginal muscles. She just tightened around me with desperation, her inflamed cunt trying to burn the last of my seed from me. I pumped harder and faster, my breath coming loud and heavy. Groaning in some deep beast voice, I wrapped my arms around her back and held her tight against my chest. Her supple breasts were flattened against my heaving biceps, both our hardened nipples sword fighting as we ground into one another with anticipation of our final climax. As I felt my cock spasm several times and my balls began to tighten for the surge, I counted the seconds and timed my release. When I knew I could no longer hold it, I released all mental restrictions and sunk my teeth into Terra’s supple neck for a gentle love bite. Her body stiffened at once, her hips slamming me without pause. Her cunt squeezed my cock in one final burst of aggression, her juices showering me in a rush of liquid lust. She cried out in pure uncontrolled satisfaction as her climax ripped through her senses like a storm. Seconds after, I exploded into her for the third time. My balls shrunk with spent juice, and my cock roared with fire and pain as it released what I took to be my final supply for the night. I prayed she was finally satisfied, that the heat that so often consumed her was finally gone for the night. “Arrgh!” I growled. I collapsed on top of her spent, my chest heaving in time with hers. We still held each other in a tight embrace, our faces buried in each other’s shoulders to muffle our exhaustive breath. She gasped for a long while; the last of her hips’ jerks releasing whatever cum was left within her. I could feel my cock twitching within her burning loins. “Good boy,” she said, her fingers petting the back of my head. “Thank you, Brody.” I panted into her shoulder. “No problem,” I said. “Can we sleep now?” She laughed. “Yeah, we can.” My eyes shut as if weighed down, and my consciousness fled into some other place. I could still feel the heart between our bodies, but that was all. My breath calmed and my heart slowed its pace, and I let the familiar darkness of sleep take me, the Saturday morning sun’s rise only hours away.

First week of summer break, and I’ve already ran out of things to do. All of my friends were visiting family or on summer vacation. It felt like there wasn’t another 16 year old boy in the entire state. At this point, I’d settle for anyone who could walk, talk, and play. As I was moping in my room, I heard the familiar tone of my cell phone ringing on the counter. I slowly started at it while still having my head buried in my pillow. “Hello?” I said, half expecting it to be a telemarketer. I told you, I’d settle for anybody right now. “Hey sport, so I heard you’re turning 16 in a few weeks?” said a familiar voice. I haven’t talked to my older brother ever since the divorce two years ago. “Joe, is that you?” I said shockingly. “Yeah, it’s me. I just got a new car, and I’ve noticed that I haven’t been a good brother lately, and I was wondering if you wanted to go on a road trip with me; just us, two guys having fun across the country. What do ya say?” “WOW! That sounds great! Let’s do it!” I said with renewed enthusiasm. “Great, I’ll probably be there tomorrow morning, that’ll give you some time to pack. And kid, I miss you.” I noticed a little sadness in his voice. After we said our goodbyes, I got quickly to packing. I was too excited to do anything else for that entire day. My brother lived with my dad in Fredricksburg, about a 4 hour drive from where we lived. I guessed he would be here at 10 AM, considering he probably still wakes up at 6. That gave me enough leeway to wake up at 8, and still be able to eat a good breakfast. That morning seemed like forever, I was done with breakfast at 9, and still had time left over. I paced the living room for what seemed like a lifetime, until I finally heard the sound of a car parking in our driveway. I ran to the door, completely amazed at what I saw. My brother had grown so much in two years. The divorce took a much of a toll on us as it did our parents. His 18 year-old muscles have been replaced by fully grown pythons. His stubby, short, retarded excuse for hair is replaced with a head of wavy, brown hair. He looks much healthier now. “Wow, you…changed,” was all I could muster out. “Mmmm, stop staring and let’s go!” he said playfully. We drove for much of the day. Our first stop was up north in New York City. The 7 hour drive was pretty silent, with a few conversations here and there. After a few hours, Joe started to show signs of wear. “Hey Josh, mind if we take a pit stop for the weekend? My friend Mike lives up here, it’ll be fun.” His voice begged me to say yes, and I did. “Great!” he said with enthusiasm and headed off the freeway. After 30 minutes of driving, we arrived at a nice neighborhood, and parked at the largest house there. A guy about the age of Joe walked out, grinning ear to ear. “Hey Joe, nice to see you. And I take it you’re Josh? I’m Mike. Come on in.” We conversed for a little while. I started to paw around for some food, and Mike noticed. “Hey, you’re hungry right? Let’s go find my little sister; she was supposed to cook up some lunch. She’s probably by the pool, let’s go.” Awww man, I thought. Now I have to spend the weekend with some 12 year old, probably. I almost wanted to stay home, but my hunger drove me to find her. I walked with Mike, conversing about school, sports, and somehow, girls. Namely, hot, girls. As we were talking, we neared the pool. I turned the corner and my jaw dropped. I saw the hottest chick in my life. Her brown, flowing hair grew to her shoulders. The water’s reflection glowed in her beautiful green eyes. She wore the thinnest bikini I have ever seen. I stared, admiring her amazing tan. A drop of water dripped from her hair and between her perfect softball shaped tits. My dick tingled with excitement. “Whoa…Look at that chick over there. Damn, she’s perfect.” I said admiringly. “Yeah, she’s hot, but she can’t cook for shit, though.” I continued making googly eyes at her, until I realized. “She’s…your ‘little’ sister…?” “Yeah, come on, let me introduce you.” He grinned. He was obviously used to my reaction. “Hey Heather, come here, I’ve got a friend for you.” She turned, smiled, and started at us. Her tits jiggled in tune with her pace. It was almost like she walked in slow motion. I felt like I was watching the sexiest episode of Baywatch ever. “Well hi, cutie.” She smiled, showing perfectly straight pearly whites. “Ummm…I…I’m Josh. My uh….brother knows your brother…and…” “Well, little sister, what happened to lunch, c’mon Josh is starving,” Mike came to my rescue. We walked back, I was completely oblivious to everything except her. I must have stumbled 10 times. My meatstick has cranked up from the “excited” setting to the “raging” setting. If anyone noticed, they didn’t let on. “Well? Josh?” she said, breaking my daydream. “Huh?” “Ugh, nevermind.” She grinned. Lunch was pretty good, nothing much to report. After lunch, the four of us decided to watch a movie. It was about some cars that turned into robots or something. It was alright. After the movie, Joe and Mike went to sleep, leaving me and Heather alone. “C’mon, you don’t have to be so nervous, you know. I don’t bite.” She teased. “It’s not that, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting…you. I was looking for like a 12 year old or something.” “Hmmm, sorry to have disappointed you.” She smiled, showing her perfect teeth once more. We talked for what seemed like days. She flirted the entire time, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The more we talked, the more I was rewarded with glimpses of her panties. I think I should call my doctor, because my erection has lasted longer than four hours. I learned that she was a major in Zoology at the college downtown. We had a lot in common, she liked swimming, I liked swimming. She liked racing, I liked racing. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m really tired.” She said. She started walking away, and she noticed that I had stayed put. “Well, aren’t you going to sleep?” “I’ll uhhh… go in a little bit.” I was NOT about to get up pitching a major tent like this. “Well, oookay.” She smiled for me one last time. She obviously caught on. Through the night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was the most perfect girl I have ever seen. I slowly drifted to sleep, thinking about her perfect body…perfect tits… “Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re going to the zoo. I mean, I had nothing planned, I didn’t know we were having visitors.” Heather said, waving a plate of eggs and bacon. “Mmmmm, thanks babe.” She giggled. I ate quickly, talking to Heather between mouthfuls. This early in the morning, my dick was already about to rip through the sheets. If she would just stop bending down… We went to the zoo at around noon. We flirted the entire way there, and it felt like 10 minutes. The entire time we were there, Heather kept dropping her map, rewarding me with glimpses of the twins. It happened so frequently that I knew she was doing it on purpose. She proceeded to tell me the scientific names of all the animals, like I cared. “Oooh, ooh, look!” she said, pointing to her lovely breasts. On her right breast was a brightly colored bee. She asked, “What do you see?” With newfound boldness, I joked, “Ummmmm….a bee and two C’s?” Laughs all around. She laughed, and proceeded to tell me something about it. I had an excuse to stare at her melons. The bee kept crawling around both tits, making my dick hard once again. Lucky bastard. It was time to leave. We got into the car and flirted some more. “Hey, give it back!” she said when I took her water bottle. “Come and get it!” She reached with her right hand, and used her left for support on the seat. She didn’t grab the seat. “Ohh,” she squeaked as she felt my boner. She quickly pulled back, blushing as red as an apple. “Hey, don’t you want your water back? But this time, go a little to the left.” I joked. “Mmmmmm, that sounds nice.” She shot back. I caught a glimpse of a grin from my brother, who quickly turned towards the window, trying to hide it. “Hey, let’s try to keep our hands to ourselves, at least ‘till we get back home, okay?” Mike winked at me, discreetly giving me his seal of approval. Boy, was I gonna get it on tonight! The rest of the ride was less sexual, but still filled with flirtatious acts. “Maybe I SHOULDN’T leave you two alone. C’mon Joe, Guitar Hero, right now.” Mike said, leaving the keys in the car. “It’s gonna be kind of ‘hard’ to play with you, Mike,” Joe winked at me, and left me and Heather alone, again. Heather slowly reached for my thigh, tickling me as she went. She moved towards my ever growing dick. “Heather…you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” I said with the last bit of self control I had. “Don’t worry Josh, I want to.” She pulled down my pants. My dick immediately shot up. She grinned, and started to bend down. “Ohhh…I…Heather…yes…” I moaned. She grabbed my shaft, slowly moving it back and forth. Her mouth inched closer and closer to my dick, until she started sucking. It was a wave of pleasure as she danced her tongue on my head. Her wet lips lubricated my dick. She continued stroking me and licking my glans with her hot tongue. This went on for almost forever, until… “Ohhh…Heather…I’m gonna….” “Go for it baby.” She said between licks. “Ohhhhh….” I moaned as strings of pearl colored cum squirted out and onto Heather’s face. “Mmmmmm, tasty.” Heather said as she licked up some of the cum. “Heather, it’s your turn.” I went down, pulling her short shorts with me. It seems she has neglected to wear panties today. I brought my hand down to her freshly shaven pussy. I slowly moved my middle finger down, rubbing her soft and wet pussy lips. “Ohhhh….yes…” she moaned. I rubbed her gently. Her juices made entering her pussy no problem. My middle finger gently went in. “Ohhhh…..right there…” I was now fully finger fucking her. I moved my head in and found her soft, hot clit with my tongue. I licked her clit while still moving my middle finger inside the confines of her pussy. “Ohhhh….please…you’re going to make me cum….” She moaned as she grabbed my head and pushed me onto her pussy. I increased my intensity, licking her and fucking her as hard as I could. “Yessss……don’t stop….ugh….” Her body began to shiver, her hips moving in sync with my licking. I felt a burst of warm fluid coming out of her pussy onto my face. I continued to lick her; with each lick came another shiver. Soon, the intensity of her orgasm weakened, and her breathing started to come back to normal. I brought myself up, and our lips joined together. We kissed for a long time. My dick was starting to get hard again, and I noticed Heather was wanting more. “I want you to fuck me…now…please…” she moaned. “Heather… is this really what you want? If I go any further, I don’t think I could stop myself.” “Mmmmm, you’re so sweet. Please, just fuck me…mmmm….” She laid down on her stomach. I came up behind her and my dick was rubbing her already wet pussy. She bent down on her knees, making it easier for me to penetrate her. My manhood had no trouble slipping in. I started off slowly, moving my shaft in and out of her. I picked up pace, and she moved her hips to match mine. We both moaned in pleasure. I heard the dripping of our juices onto the seat which powered me even more. “Heather…I’m gonna cum…” “Go for it, I’m on the pill, don’t worry, I want you inside of me!” she shouted. I almost reached the point of no return, and I felt her pussy tighten on my dick. “Ohh….I’m gonna cum Josh…don’t stop!” I felt waves of pleasure as she convulsed, making her pussy even wetter. I couldn’t hold my nut any longer. I felt squirt after squirt of semen exit my penis and enter her. I lost count of how many. She moaned. I moaned. She started moving her hips in and out again, each time making me pulse another wave of pleasure. The intensity slowly dissipated, and so did her hips. “That was…that was great Josh!” she said, out of breath. She slowly moved forward, pulling my member out of her. “You’re not too bad either.” I grinned. “You know, my bed is softer, if you want to join me.” What a tease! She put on her shorts and covered her tits. She started walking away. “Well? Had too much woman for one night?” She winked, turned, and walked to her room. I sighed, “Here we go again.” I grinned from ear to ear as I quickly walked to her room too. THE END

He’s on the road often, so when he’s finally able to come home for a few days it’s like a breath of fresh air. We aren’t in an established relationship but our bond and chemistry are unquestionable. We’ve been at this for over 5 years now and things seem to be getting better with time. Although he’s just my “baby daddy” I still save myself for him, anticipating the days he’s able to walk through that front door. Our freaky conversations on the phone and the dirty nicknames he’ll give me, his cum bucket, slut bag, make me feel confident and sexy and I’m trying to live up to those nicknames tonight. He makes it to my apartment late that night. I fall asleep in bed while watching a movie and didn’t notice him coming in. He wakes me up and greets me with a hug. He immediately wants to take a shower and offers me to go in with him. I had a pretty rough day, so I use this as the perfect opportunity to relax. He already has the shower on when I get in the bathroom. He begins to take off my clothes for me and we both get in. The hot water feels amazing running down my body. He grabs the body wash and towel and begins to wash my body. He softly scrubs my body. He begins to massage my breasts and shoulders and I lean my head back on his chest taking in the moment. His soft and sensitive touches help me escape from the troubles of the day and as I let the hot water run down my body it’s almost as if I’m rinsing off the cares of the world. We switch spots so he is now facing the shower head. I start to wash him off and I can’t help but notice how fine he is. His broad shoulders and back, the thickness in his body, golden complexion, fat dick. He’s about 5 inches taller than me and being in this shower right now seeing how large he is compared to my slim frame makes me feel delicate and vulnerable. He doesn’t know how bad I want him right now. I appreciate when he’s intimate in a non-sexual manner, and as much as I am enjoying the moment, I’m ready for him to have his way with me. He turns me around so that I’m facing the wall. As the water continues to fall down on our backs and the steam begins to encamp the bathroom, he begins to passionately kiss me. His lips are incredibly soft and big. He’s an amazing kisser and we tongue kiss until we can no longer take the teasing. He slightly pulls my body towards his and arches my back. He slowly puts his dick inside of me and I let out a loud moan. He begins stroking. The feeling of his dick inside my pussy is exhilarating and I begin to throw my ass back at him. He leans over me and starts going harder. The feeling starts to intensify and my pussy starts to tighten around his dick as I’m about to cum. We both let out a moan and climax at the same time. We get out the shower, dry ourselves off, put on clothes, and head to the bedroom. As bad as I wanted things to down again our daughter was asleep in the bed with us that night and wasn’t budging. We call it a night and put a movie on that we can fall asleep to. I wake up early the next morning. I smile as I look across and see him and our child sound asleep. I quietly get out the bed, eat breakfast, clean up and relax for the rest of the morning. It’s now noon and they are beginning to wake up. My daughter has plans to spend the weekend with her grandparents, so we will be kid free. As I’m getting her and I dressed for the day, I purposely put on an outfit that he has complimented before and shows off my figure. As my daughter’s grandparents arrive, I bring her downstairs to their car to say my hellos and goodbyes and head back to the apartment. He’s finally out the bed and looking for something to wear. I sit on the bed and watch him get dressed. I fantasize about him dominating me, his strength overpowering my slim, petite body, and he’s fucking me until I can’t take it anymore. No man has ever made me feel this way. My desire and lust for him grows deeper and deeper. I imagine myself sucking his dick. I gently move my tongue over the tip of his dick as I feel him getting hard in my mouth. I began sucking and spitting, making sure I put every inch down my mouth till he’s in my throat, and stroking his dick while I fondle his firm balls in my mouth. I make him cum swallowing every bit of his sweetness. My phone begins to ring and my daydream is interrupted. As the day passes, he tries to make his move multiple times. I decline his approach and make it seem as though I’m upset with him about an issue we have. As bad as I want him, I want him to save it all for tonight when we have the time for each other. I refuse to settle for a quickie. We make it back home from the movies and get settled in. I go and take a shower. I know that lace panties are his favorite so I choose those and a tank top as my night wear. He’s already in bed with just his boxers on. As we are lying in bed he pulls me in closer to him. His embrace always makes me feel protected. He gently kisses me on the back with his soft, full lips and I can’t help but to be turned on by his touch. He turns me on my stomach and continues kissing me moving down my back. He leans over me and I can feel his dick getting hard against my ass. His soft kisses, subtle whispers in my ear, and touch are driving me crazy. He pauses to take off my shirt and panties, his boxers, then continues. He lays me on my back. He opens my legs and exposes me to him. He doesn’t hesitate to go right in. His tongue slowly dances across my clit. He starts sucking at it and begins moving his tongue a little faster. My toes curl up at the pleasure I am receiving right now. I can hardly contain my composure so he grabs my waist so that I can’t move. My pussy becomes wetter and wetter after each touch and my clit is throbbing. I want him more than ever. I push his head out the way and I get on all fours, letting him know that I was ready for him. I instantly let out a moan as he sticks his dick inside of me. His firm, hard dick feels amazing against my tight, warm pussy. He starts off with gentle strokes, caressing my pussy as he thrusts in and out. I feel my pussy get wetter with every stroke. I cum on his dick within a minute of him being inside of me. Me climaxing only makes me beg for more. “Fuck me harder!” I yell out. He does exactly as I please. He grabs me by my tiny waist with both hands and begins pounding my pussy like he’s never done before. I start fucking him back. The moaning becomes uncontrollable and I can’t help but call out his name. “How that dick feel girl?”, “That pussy so fucking tight!” His dirty talk, groans, and lip biting send me over the edge. A sensation courses through my body and I cum again, this orgasm being a lot stronger than the first one. He turns me on my side and starts fucking me again. He’s hitting spots that I never knew existed. His dick has me in a state of euphoria. The pleasure becomes so intense that I’m almost on the verge of tears. I tighten up my pussy with every stroke. He grabs and smacks my ass as he continues to fuck me. He lets out a moan and cums inside of me. I’m in awe and can’t do anything but just lay down. His semen begins to drip out my pussy and down my leg. I love when he marks his territory. The passion and pleasure of it all was truly extraordinary. I close my eyes to take it all in. He comes back from the bathroom and wipes off the cum that got on me. We lay down and just enjoy each other’s company until we doze off.

After our night, I just.....couldn't stop thinking about Val. She was my heart. I loved her so much. Just the other day I stuffed kool-aid in our dad's coffee cup and blamed it on my sister and she was pissed for days on end and now, she loves me more than any guy at our school. But the fact that our parents won't accept this is a problem. Luckily, my parents weren't home most of the time because of work so me and Val were home alone few times a week and that just gave me opportunities to try out new stuff with Val. I went to the library with Val after school so we can catch up on credits for school. We both were looking for books to catch up on reading logs and I came up across a book that I think Val will be interested on. "Hay Babe, take a look at this." "Oh my goodness.....Kama..." "Yup, Kama sutra." I held on to the book until we chose the books we wanted to read and we chose a table in the far back of the library so no one can see us. There wasn't to many people in the library, none that knew us. So we sat pretty close to each other. I placed the Kama sutra book in front of us and turned at least to the middle of the book. We saw some pictures that aroused us a lot. I can tell Val was getting hot, she kept on adjusting her position....and so was I when I tried to fix my uncomfortable boner. I read a few contents and of the book. "To tense up a woman, it's good take each other's clothes off, the male proceeds to touch the female grasping the breast and using the thumbs to gently rub the nipples. Enough to make them nice and hard." "Ethan, You didn't do that to me when we first had sex." "Well because I was getting horny. And just went to it." "True but at least you could've held in your desire." "Well your just fucking hot and beautiful to resist Val." She blushed and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "We should try some of these positions." I said so contently. "Shit. Mom and dad are home all days this week." "You know how they sleep early." "Oh yea. Cause they work so early in the morning." "You should come to my bedroom at like 12." "I'll try not to sleep. I might even arrive sleepy." "Val!" "I'm just playing bro. I'm looking forward to it." We kept on reading more and more, looking at these old pictures of Chinese people fucking. Since Val was holding my hand. She guided it under the table and straight under her skirt. I rubbed the thin, wet, silky panties. Rubbing her slit until I found the hard clit. She started quietly moaning. Her moans were turning me on as much. On my other hand, I unzipped my pants and lowered my boxers a little so my penis can come out. Man, thank god no one was around when we did this and we didn't give a shit about the cameras. She eyeballed my dick and started stroking it nice and fast. I quickened my paste and she to quickened hers. She orgasmed her sweet juices on my hand and I jizzed all over her hand. She licked off the remaining cum and I quickly zipped back up. She went quickly to the restroom to freshen up. We left as soon as she left the bathroom, i put all the books in her bag and the Kama sutra book in mine. Hoping the librarian won't stop to check our bags, we booked it. As we arrived home, as we expected, our parents were home. Mom cooking dinner and dad watching sports. Very typical of my parents. I went to the bathroom and took a shower before dinner started. I was washing my hair of the shampoo until I felt hands go down my back. "Holy shit! Who's there?!" "Who do you think?" Still washing the shampoo, I realized it was my sisters voice. "How the fuck?!" "You left the door open. Don't worry I locked it. Mom is occupied with dinner and dad is sleeping on the couch.....umm I was bored so..." "Hay I don't mind just....don't fucking scare me like that." "I'm sorry baby, I know you hate scares." I washed off the remaining shampoo and and I felt Val hug me from behind. She was already nude because I felt her hard nipples and breast plus her stomach against my back. She held onto my chest. I held her hand as we took a shower together. After a minute or so, Val crouched down so she has her legs wide open. She took one hand on my shaft and started stroking. She licked the tip of my penis. For some reason it made me cringe, she hasn't gave me a blowjob yet but I was looking forward to it. She stuffed her mouth into my shaft in at least 6 inches in. Damn, she went deep inside. Her other hand rubbed her wet pussy. She let out moans and ecstasy. So did I and I was enjoying this like I was in heaven. I felt pressure. "Val! I'm gonna cum." She let out my penis but still stroking. "Cum inside my mouth, I want to feel your juices inside me." She inserted my dick back inside her mouth. "Aww! Oh my god! Fuck yes!" I came inside her mouth as much as I can. It felt like forever, I came like a fountain. I can tell she orgasmed as well, I heard the moans she's making. We kissed for a little before we ended our shower. I got out, dryed off and opened the door a little to check if anybody is outside. I fled to my room as quickly as possible. "DINNER YOU TWO!" My mom yells like a fucking alarm clock. Yet I grew up to that shit. I walked out of my room in nice comfortable clothes, in the same time my sister walked out as also, but with the same yoga pants that she gave me a handjob in and a green shirt. I saw a little stain on her pants. Shit! That was my stain! I didn't know I came on her pants. I didn't say anything. We both went down to the stares and to the kitchen where we sat and ate. It was 8 and I was not able to hold in until 12. Me and Val had a position we wanted to try very badly "Honey what is that?" My mom said to Val. "What is what mom?" "The stain on your pants?" I was fucking freaking out! I thought she was gonna say cum! "Oh this? I think it was the bleach." "Honey....we don't have bleach." HOLY SHIT! I was flipping out ! "I spilled some "milk" on her on accident. Remember Val?" I said nervously. I gave her a wink. "Oh yea! I remember! It was milk!" Val said. "Oh okay dear. Just make sure you wash that off." I breathed so fucking fast. I finished my plate and went to my room. What of we got caught? What would Val say to mom? Jesus! But thank god I broke it. I heard the door open. It was Val. "Nice job babe." She winked, closed the door slowly and left.

He’s on the road often, so when he’s finally able to come home for a few days it’s like a breath of fresh air. We aren’t in an established relationship but our bond and chemistry are unquestionable. We’ve been at this for over 5 years now and things seem to be getting better with time. Although he’s just my “baby daddy” I still save myself for him, anticipating the days he’s able to walk through that front door. Our freaky conversations on the phone and the dirty nicknames he’ll give me, his cum bucket, slut bag, make me feel confident and sexy and I’m trying to live up to those nicknames tonight. He makes it to my apartment late that night. I fall asleep in bed while watching a movie and didn’t notice him coming in. He wakes me up and greets me with a hug. He immediately wants to take a shower and offers me to go in with him. I had a pretty rough day, so I use this as the perfect opportunity to relax. He already has the shower on when I get in the bathroom. He begins to take off my clothes for me and we both get in. The hot water feels amazing running down my body. He grabs the body wash and towel and begins to wash my body. He softly scrubs my body. He begins to massage my breasts and shoulders and I lean my head back on his chest taking in the moment. His soft and sensitive touches help me escape from the troubles of the day and as I let the hot water run down my body it’s almost as if I’m rinsing off the cares of the world. We switch spots so he is now facing the shower head. I start to wash him off and I can’t help but notice how fine he is. His broad shoulders and back, the thickness in his body, golden complexion, fat dick. He’s about 5 inches taller than me and being in this shower right now seeing how large he is compared to my slim frame makes me feel delicate and vulnerable. He doesn’t know how bad I want him right now. I appreciate when he’s intimate in a non-sexual manner, and as much as I am enjoying the moment, I’m ready for him to have his way with me. He turns me around so that I’m facing the wall. As the water continues to fall down on our backs and the steam begins to encamp the bathroom, he begins to passionately kiss me. His lips are incredibly soft and big. He’s an amazing kisser and we tongue kiss until we can no longer take the teasing. He slightly pulls my body towards his and arches my back. He slowly puts his dick inside of me and I let out a loud moan. He begins stroking. The feeling of his dick inside my pussy is exhilarating and I begin to throw my ass back at him. He leans over me and starts going harder. The feeling starts to intensify and my pussy starts to tighten around his dick as I’m about to cum. We both let out a moan and climax at the same time. We get out the shower, dry ourselves off, put on clothes, and head to the bedroom. As bad as I wanted things to down again our daughter was asleep in the bed with us that night and wasn’t budging. We call it a night and put a movie on that we can fall asleep to. I wake up early the next morning. I smile as I look across and see him and our child sound asleep. I quietly get out the bed, eat breakfast, clean up and relax for the rest of the morning. It’s now noon and they are beginning to wake up. My daughter has plans to spend the weekend with her grandparents, so we will be kid free. As I’m getting her and I dressed for the day, I purposely put on an outfit that he has complimented before and shows off my figure. As my daughter’s grandparents arrive, I bring her downstairs to their car to say my hellos and goodbyes and head back to the apartment. He’s finally out the bed and looking for something to wear. I sit on the bed and watch him get dressed. I fantasize about him dominating me, his strength overpowering my slim, petite body, and he’s fucking me until I can’t take it anymore. No man has ever made me feel this way. My desire and lust for him grows deeper and deeper. I imagine myself sucking his dick. I gently move my tongue over the tip of his dick as I feel him getting hard in my mouth. I began sucking and spitting, making sure I put every inch down my mouth till he’s in my throat, and stroking his dick while I fondle his firm balls in my mouth. I make him cum swallowing every bit of his sweetness. My phone begins to ring and my daydream is interrupted. As the day passes, he tries to make his move multiple times. I decline his approach and make it seem as though I’m upset with him about an issue we have. As bad as I want him, I want him to save it all for tonight when we have the time for each other. I refuse to settle for a quickie. We make it back home from the movies and get settled in. I go and take a shower. I know that lace panties are his favorite so I choose those and a tank top as my night wear. He’s already in bed with just his boxers on. As we are lying in bed he pulls me in closer to him. His embrace always makes me feel protected. He gently kisses me on the back with his soft, full lips and I can’t help but to be turned on by his touch. He turns me on my stomach and continues kissing me moving down my back. He leans over me and I can feel his dick getting hard against my ass. His soft kisses, subtle whispers in my ear, and touch are driving me crazy. He pauses to take off my shirt and panties, his boxers, then continues. He lays me on my back. He opens my legs and exposes me to him. He doesn’t hesitate to go right in. His tongue slowly dances across my clit. He starts sucking at it and begins moving his tongue a little faster. My toes curl up at the pleasure I am receiving right now. I can hardly contain my composure so he grabs my waist so that I can’t move. My pussy becomes wetter and wetter after each touch and my clit is throbbing. I want him more than ever. I push his head out the way and I get on all fours, letting him know that I was ready for him. I instantly let out a moan as he sticks his dick inside of me. His firm, hard dick feels amazing against my tight, warm pussy. He starts off with gentle strokes, caressing my pussy as he thrusts in and out. I feel my pussy get wetter with every stroke. I cum on his dick within a minute of him being inside of me. Me climaxing only makes me beg for more. “Fuck me harder!” I yell out. He does exactly as I please. He grabs me by my tiny waist with both hands and begins pounding my pussy like he’s never done before. I start fucking him back. The moaning becomes uncontrollable and I can’t help but call out his name. “How that dick feel girl?”, “That pussy so fucking tight!” His dirty talk, groans, and lip biting send me over the edge. A sensation courses through my body and I cum again, this orgasm being a lot stronger than the first one. He turns me on my side and starts fucking me again. He’s hitting spots that I never knew existed. His dick has me in a state of euphoria. The pleasure becomes so intense that I’m almost on the verge of tears. I tighten up my pussy with every stroke. He grabs and smacks my ass as he continues to fuck me. He lets out a moan and cums inside of me. I’m in awe and can’t do anything but just lay down. His semen begins to drip out my pussy and down my leg. I love when he marks his territory. The passion and pleasure of it all was truly extraordinary. I close my eyes to take it all in. He comes back from the bathroom and wipes off the cum that got on me. We lay down and just enjoy each other’s company until we doze off.

Fridaynight, time for a good time to celebrate the weekend. One of my best friends turned 28 last Wednesday and decided to have his party in the weekend. He bought his first house a couple of months ago, so it’s a housewarming as well. Around 9 I arrive at his house and most people are already there. Now some backround information about home parties in the Netherlands. We have two kinds. One type is most of the time with family and cake, sitting in a wide circle and full of light conversation. Yep, just as boring as it sounds. The second type is later at night, mostly with just friends. Enough booze and weed to anaesthetize a small hospital, completed with loud music. Luckily, this was the second type. Personally, I love parties at home. The best place is most of the time the kitchen (where the booze is), because everyone drops by a couple of times during the night. When the night continues, some small groups form around the house, where the intimate conversations take place. I love to move from group to group and just blend in. A bottle of booze in one hand is a great way to make friends, so never walk around without one. When I was at my friends place half an hour or so, my hart skips a beat. Susan arrives with two of her friends. Let me tell you about Susan. Years ago, Susan and I worked at the same company. It was a callcenter, a part time job which we both combined with high school. An informal company, famous for their Friday end of the day parties. Susan, at that time I think 17, was one of the most popular girls there. And she knew she was too. But instead of being an arrogant bitch, she stayed down to earth and really good company. Still, she was hot! Since then, 8 years passed. We both left the callcenter years ago and we lost contact. I meet her from time to time, at festivals or other places where you seem to meet all those people. What she didn’t know was that 8 years ago, I was crazy about her. We kissed once, both drunk and we left it at that. Not my choice, but I was to chicken to do something about it. Tonight, as she walked in, the memories of that one kiss were there at once. She greeted me with a great smile and gave me small kiss on the mouth. Not unusual in Holland if you know someone well, but this time it felt like a electric spark. She introduced me to her friends, Melissa and Jody. Both seemed a bit shy, they didn’t know many other people at the party tonight. In the next few hours, Susan and me talked briefly a couple of times, when she came to get a drink from the kitchen. Other than that, I couldn’t resist to check her out from a distance. Luckily, keeping a conversation going gets easier when the booze is flowing. So nobody noticed me looking, staring, almost hypnotized at Susan. Susan is a blond tall girl with long legs and a really tight ass. Her breasts are not so big, but they fit her figure very well. Tonight she was wearing a short skirt and a white shirt with the top couple of buttons open. My mother would say that she had at least 2 open buttons too much, just the way I like it (promise, I will not mention my mother again in this story). Ok, dear reader, still there? Now the story gets exiting! At least, I hope so. Around one o’clock I was in an excellent mood. I didn’t drink too fast, so I was still in control. I also chose not the smoke weed for now, the combination with booze can hit you hard. The party had evolved into some small parties and as I left the kitchen, I noticed that I didn’t see Susan anywhere. I took half a bottle of booze from the table and started to search the house. Around me, you could see the effect of drugs on my friends. Two friends who both think that you need to talk really loudly to make themselves heard, not realizing that they were just with the two of them. A couple kissing on the stairs, a hand in her panties just visible, but the both don’t seem to mind. A guy in the toilet for at least 15 minutes (later we found out he fell asleep) and a couple of people missing, probably going to get more beer. I still didn’t spot Susan and decided to try upstairs. Finally, in the guestroom I found Susan together with her friend Melissa. Melissa is also blond, but a lot smaller, what you call a petite girl. Or as my friends say, a girl who you expect to break in two if you fuck her. Melissa was I think 25 years old or so, but she had the body of a 16 year old. To my surprise, Melissa was really upset. I could see some signs of recent tears. I closed the door behind me and put the bottle on the nightstand. I asked Melissa if I should fetch a glass of water, but the replied that a couple of sips of the booze was fine. I understood that Jody and Melissa had a fight and Jody had left the house. They were talking about what a bitch Jody was and I joined in with additions about how ugly she was. That worked great, before I knew it I was sitting in between and we were laughing and making jokes. Suddenly I felt a hand on my leg and when I looked up I say the stare of Susan, combined with a smile that turned me on at once. Playing hard to get, I started to talk with Melissa on my other side. Susan however started to move her hand to my dick and touched it through my pants. It took little time to get rock hard, but I still focused on Melissa, who was a lot happier and getting drunk fast. We kept passing the bottle between the two of us, but I tried to take little sips. Didn’t want to get drunk now, this could turn out in a sweet fantasy. Meanwhile, Susan was able to open my pants and took my dick in her hand. Melissa still pretended not to notice, even now I’m not sure if she knew what was happening. I had a hard time to avoid Susan, who was trying to get my attention. Suddenly, she moved her head down and took the top of my dick in her mouth. What a great feeling! She was really soft and slow at first. At that moment Melissa saw what was going on, but did not seem to react. Susan moved down to her knees and the blowjob started to get going for real. I could no longer pretend to not notice and when I looked down, Susan looked straight up in my eyes, my dick almost completely in her mouth. I was not sure what to do with Melissa, but she seemed to know what to do. While I admired Susan, she started to kiss my neck and removed my shirt. I reacted by kissing her on her lips and moving my hand to her legs. Slowly I moved my way up her legs to her skirt. What a body she has! Suddenly Melissa stands up and takes of her skirt and shirt, revealing a tanned body with small tits and cute little panties, bright white. Susan was still working on my dick and I saw her looking at Melissa with a sparkling in her eyes. Without any words, Melissa got to her knees as well and Susan offered her my dick. She did not hesitate and started where Susan left off. It felt amazing, I could really feel the difference between their mouths and technique. Clearly, Melissa did not have the experience Susan had, but she made it up with enthusiasm. For the next couple of minutes, the two girls shared my dick or tried to pleasure me at the same time. By now, I was in trance, totally unaware of where I was, almost who I was. Susan suggested to Melissa to get on the bed and removed her panties. She said something about a good fuck being the best remedy for the earlier fight with Jody and the tears that followed. Melissa smiled as I layed down on the bed as well and played with her little tits. When I moved further down, Melissa started to enjoy it clearly. I kissed the insight of her legs and moved slowly to her bald pussy. She was so petite, it almost scared me. I started to kiss her pussy and continued with a teasing lick of her clit. She shivered and moaned, enough for me to continue and lick the rest of her pussy. Susan had undressed as well and was completely naked now. She sat down next to Melissa and seemed to enjoy the show. Melissa was horny as hell now, she moved her ass without control and was really wet. Susan seemed ready to take the next step and directed me above Melissa. She took my dick in her hand and moved to the entrance of Melissa’s pussy. Melissa closed her eyes while Susan directed the first part of my dick in Melissa’s pussy. She was so tight, unbelievable. Melissa kept the last part of my dick in her hand, preventing me of fully penetrate Melissa. I moved slowly, Melissa was still keeping her eyes closed. Suddenly, Susan let go of my dick and it disappeared completely in Melissa. Melissa reacted with opening her eyes wide and she let out a little scream. Horny as I was now, I lost all control and fucked Melissa hard. Her petite body below me turned me on and before I knew it, I fucked her like a beast. Melissa screamed, scratched my back till it bled and kept asking for more. Susan was the one who interrupted us. She asked me to stop and got Melissa to turn around and get on her knees. She took my dick in her hand and sucked the juices of Melissa from it. Then she directed me behind Melissa, who was now on hands and knees, her head low and a small ass in the sky. The view on her bald pussy was almost enough to make me come. I entered Melissa again and this time I trusted my whole dick in at once. Melissa screamed again, but moved her butt in the rhythm. I took her ass in my hands and increased the speed. I think I never fucked a girl that hard. Soon, I was ready to come. I moved my hand to Melissa clit while I kept fucking her. That was enough to set her off and seconds later I came in the dripping wet and tight pussy. I felt broken, but the fun was not over yet. Melissa probably felt that she needed to get Susan of as well. So after a few minutes she moved down and started to suck my dick again. Susan was ready as well and sat down on my face, so I could lick her pussy. It didn’t take long to get hard again. Susan moved over and, while I was on my back, she took top position and directed my dick in her wet pussy. Although not as tight as Melissa, she was clearly in the lead and more experienced. She started to ride me like a pro and took her time to speed up. Fine with me, I could play with her beautiful tits and enjoyed the show. Nothing as great and beautiful as seeing a blond young girl riding your dick with her eyes closed, moaning softly. She fucked me like this for a couple of minutes and I was happy it was my second time, so I could resist a bit longer. To my surprise, I heard Susan ask Melissa if you ever saw anyone have her ass fucked. Melissa never did it herself and didn’t saw it happen as well. So Susan got on her hand and knees and ask Melissa to make my dick rock hard. She answered by taking my dick in her mouth again. Then she directed my dick to the small hole of Susan, making sure she used as much spit as possible to lubricate. To be honest, I never fucked a girl in the ass before that night as well. So when I finally entered Susan (It took me a while to get in), it felt so different. But so amazing! I took it really slow, afraid to hurt Susan. But it was Susan how asked me to speed up. I fucked her harder and harder, deeper and deeper, until my whole dick was in her ass. Meanwhile, Melissa was looking really horny. Susan was working her clit at the same time and after a while I felt her come. Almost there as well, I was ready to fill her ass with cum. Just in time, Susan stopped me and asked Melissa if she wanted to try. I was surprised when I heard the answer and see the response. Melissa said sure and moved to her hand and knees again. Melissa made my dick harder than ever and licked Melissa hole as well. Before I knew it, I entered the most petite girl I ever fucked from behind. I was sure Melissa hated her respons moments later, but she didn’t show. I took it easy on her, for her but also for me. Melissa seemed to really enjoy her assfuck by now and was making noises that turned me on fast. Moments later, I filled Melissa’s ass with a big load of cum. The next thing that I know is waking up between to beautiful girls next morning! I told you, I love home parties.

First week of summer break, and I’ve already ran out of things to do. All of my friends were visiting family or on summer vacation. It felt like there wasn’t another 16 year old boy in the entire state. At this point, I’d settle for anyone who could walk, talk, and play. As I was moping in my room, I heard the familiar tone of my cell phone ringing on the counter. I slowly started at it while still having my head buried in my pillow. “Hello?” I said, half expecting it to be a telemarketer. I told you, I’d settle for anybody right now. “Hey sport, so I heard you’re turning 16 in a few weeks?” said a familiar voice. I haven’t talked to my older brother ever since the divorce two years ago. “Joe, is that you?” I said shockingly. “Yeah, it’s me. I just got a new car, and I’ve noticed that I haven’t been a good brother lately, and I was wondering if you wanted to go on a road trip with me; just us, two guys having fun across the country. What do ya say?” “WOW! That sounds great! Let’s do it!” I said with renewed enthusiasm. “Great, I’ll probably be there tomorrow morning, that’ll give you some time to pack. And kid, I miss you.” I noticed a little sadness in his voice. After we said our goodbyes, I got quickly to packing. I was too excited to do anything else for that entire day. My brother lived with my dad in Fredricksburg, about a 4 hour drive from where we lived. I guessed he would be here at 10 AM, considering he probably still wakes up at 6. That gave me enough leeway to wake up at 8, and still be able to eat a good breakfast. That morning seemed like forever, I was done with breakfast at 9, and still had time left over. I paced the living room for what seemed like a lifetime, until I finally heard the sound of a car parking in our driveway. I ran to the door, completely amazed at what I saw. My brother had grown so much in two years. The divorce took a much of a toll on us as it did our parents. His 18 year-old muscles have been replaced by fully grown pythons. His stubby, short, retarded excuse for hair is replaced with a head of wavy, brown hair. He looks much healthier now. “Wow, you…changed,” was all I could muster out. “Mmmm, stop staring and let’s go!” he said playfully. We drove for much of the day. Our first stop was up north in New York City. The 7 hour drive was pretty silent, with a few conversations here and there. After a few hours, Joe started to show signs of wear. “Hey Josh, mind if we take a pit stop for the weekend? My friend Mike lives up here, it’ll be fun.” His voice begged me to say yes, and I did. “Great!” he said with enthusiasm and headed off the freeway. After 30 minutes of driving, we arrived at a nice neighborhood, and parked at the largest house there. A guy about the age of Joe walked out, grinning ear to ear. “Hey Joe, nice to see you. And I take it you’re Josh? I’m Mike. Come on in.” We conversed for a little while. I started to paw around for some food, and Mike noticed. “Hey, you’re hungry right? Let’s go find my little sister; she was supposed to cook up some lunch. She’s probably by the pool, let’s go.” Awww man, I thought. Now I have to spend the weekend with some 12 year old, probably. I almost wanted to stay home, but my hunger drove me to find her. I walked with Mike, conversing about school, sports, and somehow, girls. Namely, hot, girls. As we were talking, we neared the pool. I turned the corner and my jaw dropped. I saw the hottest chick in my life. Her brown, flowing hair grew to her shoulders. The water’s reflection glowed in her beautiful green eyes. She wore the thinnest bikini I have ever seen. I stared, admiring her amazing tan. A drop of water dripped from her hair and between her perfect softball shaped tits. My dick tingled with excitement. “Whoa…Look at that chick over there. Damn, she’s perfect.” I said admiringly. “Yeah, she’s hot, but she can’t cook for shit, though.” I continued making googly eyes at her, until I realized. “She’s…your ‘little’ sister…?” “Yeah, come on, let me introduce you.” He grinned. He was obviously used to my reaction. “Hey Heather, come here, I’ve got a friend for you.” She turned, smiled, and started at us. Her tits jiggled in tune with her pace. It was almost like she walked in slow motion. I felt like I was watching the sexiest episode of Baywatch ever. “Well hi, cutie.” She smiled, showing perfectly straight pearly whites. “Ummm…I…I’m Josh. My uh….brother knows your brother…and…” “Well, little sister, what happened to lunch, c’mon Josh is starving,” Mike came to my rescue. We walked back, I was completely oblivious to everything except her. I must have stumbled 10 times. My meatstick has cranked up from the “excited” setting to the “raging” setting. If anyone noticed, they didn’t let on. “Well? Josh?” she said, breaking my daydream. “Huh?” “Ugh, nevermind.” She grinned. Lunch was pretty good, nothing much to report. After lunch, the four of us decided to watch a movie. It was about some cars that turned into robots or something. It was alright. After the movie, Joe and Mike went to sleep, leaving me and Heather alone. “C’mon, you don’t have to be so nervous, you know. I don’t bite.” She teased. “It’s not that, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting…you. I was looking for like a 12 year old or something.” “Hmmm, sorry to have disappointed you.” She smiled, showing her perfect teeth once more. We talked for what seemed like days. She flirted the entire time, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The more we talked, the more I was rewarded with glimpses of her panties. I think I should call my doctor, because my erection has lasted longer than four hours. I learned that she was a major in Zoology at the college downtown. We had a lot in common, she liked swimming, I liked swimming. She liked racing, I liked racing. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m really tired.” She said. She started walking away, and she noticed that I had stayed put. “Well, aren’t you going to sleep?” “I’ll uhhh… go in a little bit.” I was NOT about to get up pitching a major tent like this. “Well, oookay.” She smiled for me one last time. She obviously caught on. Through the night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was the most perfect girl I have ever seen. I slowly drifted to sleep, thinking about her perfect body…perfect tits… “Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re going to the zoo. I mean, I had nothing planned, I didn’t know we were having visitors.” Heather said, waving a plate of eggs and bacon. “Mmmmm, thanks babe.” She giggled. I ate quickly, talking to Heather between mouthfuls. This early in the morning, my dick was already about to rip through the sheets. If she would just stop bending down… We went to the zoo at around noon. We flirted the entire way there, and it felt like 10 minutes. The entire time we were there, Heather kept dropping her map, rewarding me with glimpses of the twins. It happened so frequently that I knew she was doing it on purpose. She proceeded to tell me the scientific names of all the animals, like I cared. “Oooh, ooh, look!” she said, pointing to her lovely breasts. On her right breast was a brightly colored bee. She asked, “What do you see?” With newfound boldness, I joked, “Ummmmm….a bee and two C’s?” Laughs all around. She laughed, and proceeded to tell me something about it. I had an excuse to stare at her melons. The bee kept crawling around both tits, making my dick hard once again. Lucky bastard. It was time to leave. We got into the car and flirted some more. “Hey, give it back!” she said when I took her water bottle. “Come and get it!” She reached with her right hand, and used her left for support on the seat. She didn’t grab the seat. “Ohh,” she squeaked as she felt my boner. She quickly pulled back, blushing as red as an apple. “Hey, don’t you want your water back? But this time, go a little to the left.” I joked. “Mmmmmm, that sounds nice.” She shot back. I caught a glimpse of a grin from my brother, who quickly turned towards the window, trying to hide it. “Hey, let’s try to keep our hands to ourselves, at least ‘till we get back home, okay?” Mike winked at me, discreetly giving me his seal of approval. Boy, was I gonna get it on tonight! The rest of the ride was less sexual, but still filled with flirtatious acts. “Maybe I SHOULDN’T leave you two alone. C’mon Joe, Guitar Hero, right now.” Mike said, leaving the keys in the car. “It’s gonna be kind of ‘hard’ to play with you, Mike,” Joe winked at me, and left me and Heather alone, again. Heather slowly reached for my thigh, tickling me as she went. She moved towards my ever growing dick. “Heather…you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” I said with the last bit of self control I had. “Don’t worry Josh, I want to.” She pulled down my pants. My dick immediately shot up. She grinned, and started to bend down. “Ohhh…I…Heather…yes…” I moaned. She grabbed my shaft, slowly moving it back and forth. Her mouth inched closer and closer to my dick, until she started sucking. It was a wave of pleasure as she danced her tongue on my head. Her wet lips lubricated my dick. She continued stroking me and licking my glans with her hot tongue. This went on for almost forever, until… “Ohhh…Heather…I’m gonna….” “Go for it baby.” She said between licks. “Ohhhhh….” I moaned as strings of pearl colored cum squirted out and onto Heather’s face. “Mmmmmm, tasty.” Heather said as she licked up some of the cum. “Heather, it’s your turn.” I went down, pulling her short shorts with me. It seems she has neglected to wear panties today. I brought my hand down to her freshly shaven pussy. I slowly moved my middle finger down, rubbing her soft and wet pussy lips. “Ohhhh….yes…” she moaned. I rubbed her gently. Her juices made entering her pussy no problem. My middle finger gently went in. “Ohhhh…..right there…” I was now fully finger fucking her. I moved my head in and found her soft, hot clit with my tongue. I licked her clit while still moving my middle finger inside the confines of her pussy. “Ohhhh….please…you’re going to make me cum….” She moaned as she grabbed my head and pushed me onto her pussy. I increased my intensity, licking her and fucking her as hard as I could. “Yessss……don’t stop….ugh….” Her body began to shiver, her hips moving in sync with my licking. I felt a burst of warm fluid coming out of her pussy onto my face. I continued to lick her; with each lick came another shiver. Soon, the intensity of her orgasm weakened, and her breathing started to come back to normal. I brought myself up, and our lips joined together. We kissed for a long time. My dick was starting to get hard again, and I noticed Heather was wanting more. “I want you to fuck me…now…please…” she moaned. “Heather… is this really what you want? If I go any further, I don’t think I could stop myself.” “Mmmmm, you’re so sweet. Please, just fuck me…mmmm….” She laid down on her stomach. I came up behind her and my dick was rubbing her already wet pussy. She bent down on her knees, making it easier for me to penetrate her. My manhood had no trouble slipping in. I started off slowly, moving my shaft in and out of her. I picked up pace, and she moved her hips to match mine. We both moaned in pleasure. I heard the dripping of our juices onto the seat which powered me even more. “Heather…I’m gonna cum…” “Go for it, I’m on the pill, don’t worry, I want you inside of me!” she shouted. I almost reached the point of no return, and I felt her pussy tighten on my dick. “Ohh….I’m gonna cum Josh…don’t stop!” I felt waves of pleasure as she convulsed, making her pussy even wetter. I couldn’t hold my nut any longer. I felt squirt after squirt of semen exit my penis and enter her. I lost count of how many. She moaned. I moaned. She started moving her hips in and out again, each time making me pulse another wave of pleasure. The intensity slowly dissipated, and so did her hips. “That was…that was great Josh!” she said, out of breath. She slowly moved forward, pulling my member out of her. “You’re not too bad either.” I grinned. “You know, my bed is softer, if you want to join me.” What a tease! She put on her shorts and covered her tits. She started walking away. “Well? Had too much woman for one night?” She winked, turned, and walked to her room. I sighed, “Here we go again.” I grinned from ear to ear as I quickly walked to her room too. THE END

First week of summer break, and I’ve already ran out of things to do. All of my friends were visiting family or on summer vacation. It felt like there wasn’t another 16 year old boy in the entire state. At this point, I’d settle for anyone who could walk, talk, and play. As I was moping in my room, I heard the familiar tone of my cell phone ringing on the counter. I slowly started at it while still having my head buried in my pillow. “Hello?” I said, half expecting it to be a telemarketer. I told you, I’d settle for anybody right now. “Hey sport, so I heard you’re turning 16 in a few weeks?” said a familiar voice. I haven’t talked to my older brother ever since the divorce two years ago. “Joe, is that you?” I said shockingly. “Yeah, it’s me. I just got a new car, and I’ve noticed that I haven’t been a good brother lately, and I was wondering if you wanted to go on a road trip with me; just us, two guys having fun across the country. What do ya say?” “WOW! That sounds great! Let’s do it!” I said with renewed enthusiasm. “Great, I’ll probably be there tomorrow morning, that’ll give you some time to pack. And kid, I miss you.” I noticed a little sadness in his voice. After we said our goodbyes, I got quickly to packing. I was too excited to do anything else for that entire day. My brother lived with my dad in Fredricksburg, about a 4 hour drive from where we lived. I guessed he would be here at 10 AM, considering he probably still wakes up at 6. That gave me enough leeway to wake up at 8, and still be able to eat a good breakfast. That morning seemed like forever, I was done with breakfast at 9, and still had time left over. I paced the living room for what seemed like a lifetime, until I finally heard the sound of a car parking in our driveway. I ran to the door, completely amazed at what I saw. My brother had grown so much in two years. The divorce took a much of a toll on us as it did our parents. His 18 year-old muscles have been replaced by fully grown pythons. His stubby, short, retarded excuse for hair is replaced with a head of wavy, brown hair. He looks much healthier now. “Wow, you…changed,” was all I could muster out. “Mmmm, stop staring and let’s go!” he said playfully. We drove for much of the day. Our first stop was up north in New York City. The 7 hour drive was pretty silent, with a few conversations here and there. After a few hours, Joe started to show signs of wear. “Hey Josh, mind if we take a pit stop for the weekend? My friend Mike lives up here, it’ll be fun.” His voice begged me to say yes, and I did. “Great!” he said with enthusiasm and headed off the freeway. After 30 minutes of driving, we arrived at a nice neighborhood, and parked at the largest house there. A guy about the age of Joe walked out, grinning ear to ear. “Hey Joe, nice to see you. And I take it you’re Josh? I’m Mike. Come on in.” We conversed for a little while. I started to paw around for some food, and Mike noticed. “Hey, you’re hungry right? Let’s go find my little sister; she was supposed to cook up some lunch. She’s probably by the pool, let’s go.” Awww man, I thought. Now I have to spend the weekend with some 12 year old, probably. I almost wanted to stay home, but my hunger drove me to find her. I walked with Mike, conversing about school, sports, and somehow, girls. Namely, hot, girls. As we were talking, we neared the pool. I turned the corner and my jaw dropped. I saw the hottest chick in my life. Her brown, flowing hair grew to her shoulders. The water’s reflection glowed in her beautiful green eyes. She wore the thinnest bikini I have ever seen. I stared, admiring her amazing tan. A drop of water dripped from her hair and between her perfect softball shaped tits. My dick tingled with excitement. “Whoa…Look at that chick over there. Damn, she’s perfect.” I said admiringly. “Yeah, she’s hot, but she can’t cook for shit, though.” I continued making googly eyes at her, until I realized. “She’s…your ‘little’ sister…?” “Yeah, come on, let me introduce you.” He grinned. He was obviously used to my reaction. “Hey Heather, come here, I’ve got a friend for you.” She turned, smiled, and started at us. Her tits jiggled in tune with her pace. It was almost like she walked in slow motion. I felt like I was watching the sexiest episode of Baywatch ever. “Well hi, cutie.” She smiled, showing perfectly straight pearly whites. “Ummm…I…I’m Josh. My uh….brother knows your brother…and…” “Well, little sister, what happened to lunch, c’mon Josh is starving,” Mike came to my rescue. We walked back, I was completely oblivious to everything except her. I must have stumbled 10 times. My meatstick has cranked up from the “excited” setting to the “raging” setting. If anyone noticed, they didn’t let on. “Well? Josh?” she said, breaking my daydream. “Huh?” “Ugh, nevermind.” She grinned. Lunch was pretty good, nothing much to report. After lunch, the four of us decided to watch a movie. It was about some cars that turned into robots or something. It was alright. After the movie, Joe and Mike went to sleep, leaving me and Heather alone. “C’mon, you don’t have to be so nervous, you know. I don’t bite.” She teased. “It’s not that, it’s just that I wasn’t expecting…you. I was looking for like a 12 year old or something.” “Hmmm, sorry to have disappointed you.” She smiled, showing her perfect teeth once more. We talked for what seemed like days. She flirted the entire time, crossing and uncrossing her legs. The more we talked, the more I was rewarded with glimpses of her panties. I think I should call my doctor, because my erection has lasted longer than four hours. I learned that she was a major in Zoology at the college downtown. We had a lot in common, she liked swimming, I liked swimming. She liked racing, I liked racing. “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m really tired.” She said. She started walking away, and she noticed that I had stayed put. “Well, aren’t you going to sleep?” “I’ll uhhh… go in a little bit.” I was NOT about to get up pitching a major tent like this. “Well, oookay.” She smiled for me one last time. She obviously caught on. Through the night, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. She was the most perfect girl I have ever seen. I slowly drifted to sleep, thinking about her perfect body…perfect tits… “Wake up, sleepyhead. We’re going to the zoo. I mean, I had nothing planned, I didn’t know we were having visitors.” Heather said, waving a plate of eggs and bacon. “Mmmmm, thanks babe.” She giggled. I ate quickly, talking to Heather between mouthfuls. This early in the morning, my dick was already about to rip through the sheets. If she would just stop bending down… We went to the zoo at around noon. We flirted the entire way there, and it felt like 10 minutes. The entire time we were there, Heather kept dropping her map, rewarding me with glimpses of the twins. It happened so frequently that I knew she was doing it on purpose. She proceeded to tell me the scientific names of all the animals, like I cared. “Oooh, ooh, look!” she said, pointing to her lovely breasts. On her right breast was a brightly colored bee. She asked, “What do you see?” With newfound boldness, I joked, “Ummmmm….a bee and two C’s?” Laughs all around. She laughed, and proceeded to tell me something about it. I had an excuse to stare at her melons. The bee kept crawling around both tits, making my dick hard once again. Lucky bastard. It was time to leave. We got into the car and flirted some more. “Hey, give it back!” she said when I took her water bottle. “Come and get it!” She reached with her right hand, and used her left for support on the seat. She didn’t grab the seat. “Ohh,” she squeaked as she felt my boner. She quickly pulled back, blushing as red as an apple. “Hey, don’t you want your water back? But this time, go a little to the left.” I joked. “Mmmmmm, that sounds nice.” She shot back. I caught a glimpse of a grin from my brother, who quickly turned towards the window, trying to hide it. “Hey, let’s try to keep our hands to ourselves, at least ‘till we get back home, okay?” Mike winked at me, discreetly giving me his seal of approval. Boy, was I gonna get it on tonight! The rest of the ride was less sexual, but still filled with flirtatious acts. “Maybe I SHOULDN’T leave you two alone. C’mon Joe, Guitar Hero, right now.” Mike said, leaving the keys in the car. “It’s gonna be kind of ‘hard’ to play with you, Mike,” Joe winked at me, and left me and Heather alone, again. Heather slowly reached for my thigh, tickling me as she went. She moved towards my ever growing dick. “Heather…you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.” I said with the last bit of self control I had. “Don’t worry Josh, I want to.” She pulled down my pants. My dick immediately shot up. She grinned, and started to bend down. “Ohhh…I…Heather…yes…” I moaned. She grabbed my shaft, slowly moving it back and forth. Her mouth inched closer and closer to my dick, until she started sucking. It was a wave of pleasure as she danced her tongue on my head. Her wet lips lubricated my dick. She continued stroking me and licking my glans with her hot tongue. This went on for almost forever, until… “Ohhh…Heather…I’m gonna….” “Go for it baby.” She said between licks. “Ohhhhh….” I moaned as strings of pearl colored cum squirted out and onto Heather’s face. “Mmmmmm, tasty.” Heather said as she licked up some of the cum. “Heather, it’s your turn.” I went down, pulling her short shorts with me. It seems she has neglected to wear panties today. I brought my hand down to her freshly shaven pussy. I slowly moved my middle finger down, rubbing her soft and wet pussy lips. “Ohhhh….yes…” she moaned. I rubbed her gently. Her juices made entering her pussy no problem. My middle finger gently went in. “Ohhhh…..right there…” I was now fully finger fucking her. I moved my head in and found her soft, hot clit with my tongue. I licked her clit while still moving my middle finger inside the confines of her pussy. “Ohhhh….please…you’re going to make me cum….” She moaned as she grabbed my head and pushed me onto her pussy. I increased my intensity, licking her and fucking her as hard as I could. “Yessss……don’t stop….ugh….” Her body began to shiver, her hips moving in sync with my licking. I felt a burst of warm fluid coming out of her pussy onto my face. I continued to lick her; with each lick came another shiver. Soon, the intensity of her orgasm weakened, and her breathing started to come back to normal. I brought myself up, and our lips joined together. We kissed for a long time. My dick was starting to get hard again, and I noticed Heather was wanting more. “I want you to fuck me…now…please…” she moaned. “Heather… is this really what you want? If I go any further, I don’t think I could stop myself.” “Mmmmm, you’re so sweet. Please, just fuck me…mmmm….” She laid down on her stomach. I came up behind her and my dick was rubbing her already wet pussy. She bent down on her knees, making it easier for me to penetrate her. My manhood had no trouble slipping in. I started off slowly, moving my shaft in and out of her. I picked up pace, and she moved her hips to match mine. We both moaned in pleasure. I heard the dripping of our juices onto the seat which powered me even more. “Heather…I’m gonna cum…” “Go for it, I’m on the pill, don’t worry, I want you inside of me!” she shouted. I almost reached the point of no return, and I felt her pussy tighten on my dick. “Ohh….I’m gonna cum Josh…don’t stop!” I felt waves of pleasure as she convulsed, making her pussy even wetter. I couldn’t hold my nut any longer. I felt squirt after squirt of semen exit my penis and enter her. I lost count of how many. She moaned. I moaned. She started moving her hips in and out again, each time making me pulse another wave of pleasure. The intensity slowly dissipated, and so did her hips. “That was…that was great Josh!” she said, out of breath. She slowly moved forward, pulling my member out of her. “You’re not too bad either.” I grinned. “You know, my bed is softer, if you want to join me.” What a tease! She put on her shorts and covered her tits. She started walking away. “Well? Had too much woman for one night?” She winked, turned, and walked to her room. I sighed, “Here we go again.” I grinned from ear to ear as I quickly walked to her room too. THE END

Well, this happened a week after my 21st birthday. One of my best mates (Nathan) and I were playing Kings Cup. It was just the two of us so it wasn't really much of a game. Just a lot of drinking. He made the rule "no pants". So when I drew a rule card I said "no undies". We've seen each other naked plenty of times so it wasn't a big deal or anything. We ended up playing "never have I ever". I don't remember which one of us said it, but "never have I ever kissed another guy" was said. We looked at each other for a moment, then we both took a drink. The next one was something like "never have I ever wanted to hook up with another guy". Again, we both stared at each other for an awkward moment then both took a drink. So I said "let's go". We went into my room, with just our shirts on. By the time we got there, we were both hard as rock. Off went the shirts and he pushed me back on to the bed. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me. He worked his way down from my mouth, to my neck, to my nipples, and for some reason, my armpits (which was actually really good), then finishing on my throbbing cock. He sucked it for a good ten minutes or so, doing a better job than most girls I've been with. I could feel my self getting close to losing my load deep down his throat, so I pulled his head back up to my face and kissed him. I rolled him over and repeated exactly what he had just performed on me. Even the armpit thing. I was amazed at Nathan's cock. I've seen him naked plenty of times, but never hard. He was definitely bigger than me. By a couple of inches at least. He was just not as thick as me. Having a dick in my mouth felt strange at first but it became enjoyable really quickly. Just hearing him moan and feeling him thrust harder and deeper told me I was doing a great job. I decided to give deep throating a go to get an idea of what I put chicks through when I pull their heads down deep. At first I gagged only about five inches down. Quite funny. Then I managed to take it all. I held myself there for at least 10 seconds without gagging. He went wild. I reckon a few more of them he would have definitely blown straight down my throat. He must've been close to blowing because he pulled me up quite quickly so I was laying on top of him. We kissed for a while then I suggested 69 which worked really well. I was on top as we started going to town on each other. Deep throating the fuck out of each other. Fuck that was hot. He licked and sucked my balls for a while then started to lick my ass hole. Absolute best feeling that was. I tried to do the same on him but I couldn't quite reach. So I sat up and basically buried his face in my ass. I pushed down a little harder each thrust until his tongue was deep inside my hole. He ate my ass so well. I eventually allowed him to breathe and got up off him to return the favour. He told me to lay on my back. I was expecting him to mount me the way I did him but instead he grabbed my legs and dragged me to the edge of the bed where he knelt down on the floor and started sucking me once again. As he slurped up my precum covered cock he started fingering my hole. Definitely felt weird. One finger at first. Then two. Then three! That hurt. He fumbled around a bit inside me. I could feel him going deeper as he kept changing the number of fingers he used. Just as it started to feel good, he stood up and gently inserted his rock hard cock inside me. He was arched over the top of me fucking and kissing me softly. As my hole adjusted itself to accommodate him, he went deeper and deeper until all 9 or so inches were deep inside. He was fucking me. And I was loving it. He started pounding me harder and harder. Faster and faster. We tried several positions but my favourite by far was the first position we we're in. After receiving a good pounding, he whispered in my ear "my turn now" as he slowly pulled his uncut cock from my ass. He laid back on my bed as I tried to reenact what he done to me. Licking and fingering his ass felt so wrong but turned me on even more. My cock was absolutely throbbing and begging to get inside him. I probably should have loosened him up a bit more with a fourth finger because when I put my cock inside him, it really hurt and we had to stop for a little while for him to catch his breath. With the amount of pain he was in, I half expected him to lose his erection but instead stayed very solid. As the pain turned in to pleasure, with each thrust I watched his cock drip a little more precum. I just had to taste it. I pulled out and gently sucked his knob collecting as much precum I could. Delicious. I then put his legs over my shoulders and resumed fucking the shit out of him. I arched over him to kiss him when he grabbed my back and started scratching me. That was hot. I leant back and jerked his cock while still fucking him. That didn't last very long because he soon screamed out "oh shit I'm gonna cum". I felt his hole really tighten and spasm around my cock as squirt after squirt after squirt went all over his chest and stomach. I was not far behind him when all of a sudden I felt that I was about to cum. I pulled out sprayed mine over his. My first shot hit him in the chin. After we both caught our breaths, I cleaned our cum of his cock with my mouth and then licked up the puddles on his stomach. Sharing it by kissing him. Considering how much cum there was, it didn't take us very long to swallow it all. After all the cum was gone, I climbed up next to him and we just laid there kissing and stroking each others dick as they slowly started going soft. About five minutes later, we were both sound asleep. The next morning was a little awkward. We woke up spooning with hard ons. I wanted to go again, I think he may have too. But we were both running late for work. We haven't spoken about that night or done anything since. And I'm really glad that our relationship hasn't changed. If anything, it's gotten better. I will definitely do it again with him. I wish I can do it again with him. I find myself thinking about that night quite often when I jerk off.

I pick you up for a night out..... You get in the car, wearing a nice long coat. We drive towards the restaurant and you open your coat to show you’re wearing only a corset that has a shelf top and stockings. You have knee-high boots and no panties on. I can see your rings are secured with the bars and locks you have been instructed to wear. I smile with approval as I reach over and pull on your newly pierced nipples. I comment how nice they look with the second piecing. You yelp as I reach over and tug on each one. As we drive, I rub your thigh and you open your legs so I can feel the weight of the locks sealing your wet pussy. Your moan tells me you’re already on the edge of another orgasm. “You have been a naughty girl haven’t you, Pet?” “Yes, Sir, I have,” you reply as your head lowers. “I had to play while I waited for you. I didn’t mean to cum, Sir. Honestly, Sir, it was an accident.” Smiling, I flick your clit saying, “It’s ok, my pet, I have something special for you.” As we get to the restaurant parking lot I hand you two metal plugs. There is one small plug for your ass, and one x-large plug for your pussy. You begin to adjust in your seat to insert them and I instruct you to wait and just bring them with you in your hand. Confused, you smile and follow me into the restaurant. As we enter, I instruct the hostess to seat us in the back corner booth. “We would like some privacy during dinner,“ I say to her. She smiles as she notices your almost exposed breast now that your coat has shifted. She walks us to a booth buried in the back of the restaurant where no one can see us. I motion for you to slide in and just before you can, the hostess asks to help you with your coat. You look at me for directions and I smile at you both as you see me nod approval to take off your coat. Your nipples become rock hard as you open the coat. As she grabs the shoulders of the coat you put the two plugs on the table to help slip your arms out. When the hostess notices the plugs and sees you are completely naked and exposed she smiles at you as she hangs the coat next to the booth. As you start to sit down, she touches your hand and says, "If you need help with anything else, just ask," as you notice she is looking at the plugs... You smile at her and say, “Thank you very much, I’m sure I could use a hand in a few minutes.” The leather bench is cold on your naked ass; you smile as you watch me slide in to my spot next to you. You tell me how wet and aroused you are as you sit exposed to anyone that passes by our booth. When our waiter comes, you try to cover but one look from me and you know better. You feel his eyes burn into you as he stares at you, with tits that are barely contained in the corset. Your nipples are hard and your piercings are very visible. You feel a small orgasm rush through you as you see him try to cover his erection. As we order, I run my hand up your thigh, over your stockings, and begin to rub your soaked pussy. As you try to give your order you cum again as my fingers probe and play with all the rings and locks weighing your pussy down. This time you begin to squirt on the bench. The waiter can easily hear your fluids splashing everywhere. When done, he smiles and leaves us as you catch your breath. A few minutes later, our hostess returns. It's obvious she has removed her bra from under her top. Her nipples are visible through the thin material. "I understand we have a spill under the table that needs to be cleaned up." Holding a fresh rag she gets down on her knees and crawls under the table in our booth. You smile at me as you feel her wipe the puddle under your ass. As she brushes your pussy she begins to tug on your sealed, soaked cunt. She tugs on the locks and looks up at you. "If you have a key, I can help you with that first plug," she whispers. I smile as you hand her the key and both plugs. You begin to whimper as you feel her tongue on your clit and lips. She brings you to orgasm quickly as you try to stifle your screams. You feel her release your bound lips. You gasp as she opens you up and pushes the large plug into your pussy. It's been days since you had not been locked up. A tear comes to your eye as you feel her push the large plug past your lips. You’re so tight, so wet. You want to scream as you feel her hold it at its widest spot and then the tip of the small plug in your tight asshole. She pushes the small plug in, the pressure is so great you grab the table as your orgasm pushes out the big plug, causing the small plug to be sucked into your ass which sends you over the edge as you squirt all over the little hostess between your legs. Still shaking, you feel her push the plug back past your tight lips. You bite your lip as she locks your pussy lips back up with the large plug still buried in deep. You rock in your seat as you feel her clean you up. You press up next to me as she comes out from underneath the table. She smiles as we look at her soaked top. Her hard nipples are visible under the wet material. She hands me the key and leans in for a kiss. When done, you look at her and say, "I hope you enjoyed your taste, slut." She replies with, "My fucking knees are soaked from my own arousal." We enjoy our dinner. Me more than you as I watch you rock in your seat as the two plugs keep you continually stimulated. When done our meal, the hostess offers to help you with your coat. As she puts it on you, you turn to face her so she can look up into your eyes. You reach under her skirt to feel her soaked pussy and find it covered with very wet material. Smiling you say, "Take them off, I want a souvenir of this night." She looks around as she slips out of her panties and hands the little ball of soaked material to you. You smile and bring them to your nose and sniff them. Smiling at her, you tell her, "I'll enjoy these later, find us when you’re off work and you can have them back." We leave the restaurant with few noticing what all has occurred but you are pleased with what happened and what is to come next... We get back to the car but I don't unlock your door. I instruct you to get in the back as I open the door for you. You notice the second row of seats is up and a dark blanket covers something on the floor. You wonder how you failed to notice all this when you got in until you remember it was his approval you were looking for when you got in and not your surroundings. This has been something that has failed you before but usually turned out for the best... Ha-ha Once in the vehicle, you hear the door shut but your Sir has not followed you inside. Confused, you watch him circle around to the driver’s seat as you sit on the backbench of the vehicle. You are instructed to remove your jacket leaving you there exposed to anyone if they were to walk by and look in. You adjust your stockings; pull your corset up just to the bottom of your nipples. You’re told to remove the blanket and to your joy, it's the sybian. It has the flat attachment on it. You realize you Sir was prepared for you to be stuffed and locked tonight. As you sit on the sybian, you shift around to find the right spot. You feel everything shift as the plug is pushed up deeper inside of you. As your clit and ass plug find their mark, I instruct you to use the restraints on each side of the headrests in front of you, a little scared but still obedient you reach for and secure the wrist restraints to both arms. Once restrained, I start to drive out of the parking lot. The small vibration of the car makes you smile. As you feel your body flop around as I turn a corner you feel me turn on the sybian slowly. Quickly it grabs you off guard as your clit swells from the new sensation. You begin to cry as the first few small orgasms run through you. You feel me turn it up faster as we continue down the road. You grind harder; both plugs and your clit vibrating on the machine to take you to a mental place you can't believe exist. I can hear your juices splashing from each orgasm as I turn it up higher. You beg for me to stop. Your restraints prevent you from moving off of the machine as you try to free yourself from this blissful torture. I smile as I turn it all the way up. You scream for more knowing you can't stop me. You begin to thrash around as your biggest orgasm hits you. I watch as you pass out. Slumped over as your hair covers your breasts. As I turn the machine down to a small rumble, I giggle as I carry on to our destination. You, my love, have yet to come back to the real world as I pull into the parking lot of our next destination. As I find a parking stall, I reach behind and as I turn the loving machine off I firmly grip your left nipple and squeeze until you wake and whimper. “Thank you, Sir,” is all you can say in your whispery voice. Your chest heaving as you try to catch your breath. You look around through the windows, trying to get your bearings. Trying to figure out where I have brought you, where this adventure will continue. I release your restraints as the sounds of a deep sigh of relief escape from your lips. I smile and giggle to myself, thinking “she has no idea what comes next.” I watch as you are handed a bottle of water as you shuffle to the backbench to catch your breath and gain your composure. “Feeling better, my pet?” I ask with an obvious giggle behind my words. “That was amazing, Sir. Thank you very much,” is your response. As I watch you drink your water you begin to understand where we are. You see the big neon sign “24-Hour Peep Shows.” It’s the adult store just off the highway across from the truck stop. The realization of what is going to happen hits you like a brick wall. I have told you many times that I wanted to bring you here. Here to satisfy your dire need to be a good little cum slut and get what you have fantasized about since you can remember as a little girl. I look at you and say “Are you ready?” “Yes, SIR!!!” is your response. With a smile you reach for the door, “Wait a second, baby, I’ll get the door.” I quickly say, “Please don’t forget your coat, we don’t want to cause a scene just yet.” Getting out of the vehicle, you adjust your coat and outfit, you grab my arm as we walk to the door. “Do you think there will be a lot of guys tonight, Sir?” you ask as if you are a little schoolgirl again. “Yes, Pet, I am sure once the word gets out that you are here there will be a line up for you,” is all I can say while smiling down at you. As we walk in, a silence almost falls within the store. There are a few guys in the store walking around the aisle of DVDs and toys. I hand you $20 and instruct you to get tokens for the booths. With a big grin, you grab the money and head to the front counter alone. When you reach the counter, you hand the man the money and step back just enough that from his high perch he can see you from head to toe. You let your coat open as you run your hand across your hip. He can easily see your exposed breasts and as he leans over the counter you can see he can see your smooth wet pussy and the locks hanging from it. You smile as he hands you your ten tokens and walk back to me. Every eye in the room is on you and you know it. You can hear the whispers, “Fuck, that’s a hot little slut,” comes from a tall thin man in the corner. “Thank you, she is very hot,” is my response. I see you have heard me and you smile with appreciation. We walk towards the back booths. You see there are guys hanging around an open door and we peek in as you walk by. There is an older woman on her knees sucking on a man’s cock and you look at me with lust in your eyes and you pull me towards the last booth in the row. As we step in and close the door, you remove your coat. Folding it nicely, you lay it on the floor so you have somewhere soft to kneel. I take a token and place it in the machine and some old cheesy porn comes on and the flickering light lights up our little booth. “Open for business,” you whisper as you kneel at my feet and look up for approval. “Does my pet want to play for fun or does she want to make these perverts pay for this little cum slut’s talents?” As I hold you by the chin, you look at me and say, “Make them pay for my mouth, Sir.” Grinning, I know this is part of your fantasy to be turned into a little whore for money and I know you are loving it so far. Looking over, you see the flickering light from the next booth and without notice, a finger pops through. I slip a card with a clip on it into the guy’s hand that reads, “20 bucks and she swallows your cock.” Moments later the card returns with 20 bucks clipped to it. You hold back a giggle as you hand me the money and reach out for the cock as it slips through the hole in the wall. It’s a fair-sized cock, already half hard, you begin to stroke it. Feeling it get harder in your hand, you bring it to your lips and gently kiss the head. Smiling back at me I say, “Take him, swallow him whole and show him who is boss.” With that, you turn your head back to the task at hand. Gripping his cock tightly, you take your tongue and run the length of the shaft from bottom to tip. Flicking your tongue through the precum dripping from the head, you open your mouth wide and engulf the entire thing in a matter of a few seconds. Using your hands and mouth in your skillful way we quickly hear him grunt and without missing beat you pull his cock from your mouth and point him towards your tits. As the first few shots of hot cum shoot onto your tits, you get that evil smile that I love so much. The next few shots you open your mouth for and direct him to the prize. You catch a bit on the cheek as you swallow his cock and drain what is left inside. Your passion is evident as you drain every drop letting his limp cock plop from your mouth. Looking up at me, I sit in the small folding chair in the corner. Never breaking eye contact with you, I lean forward and scoop the cum from your cheek with my finger and you suck my finger clean. You begin to rub his cum into your breasts as the next cock pops out the wall. This cock is a small little thing. Again I pass the card through and quickly another $20 comes. You make quick work of this little guy and he cums quickly all over your face and chin. You give it a kiss on the tip and smile as he pulls away. As you wait for the next cock, you begin to wipe up and I instruct you, “Don’t, I prefer to see my little cum slut soiled.” These words make you smile and respond “Yes, Sir.” After a few more cocks have made their appearance and left their mark, you look at me with that glazed look. Your face has been covered in cum. It’s in your hair and your clothes are covered in the gooey mess that you desire. “Are you pleased, Sir?” you ask. “I loved feeling them cum when I wanted them to.” “Yes, baby girl, you know I love seeing you enjoy yourself,” I tell you as I point back at the wall. “Looks like you missed one.” And miss one big one she did!! We both watched as this huge cock flopped through the hole in the wall. It had to be 10” inches already and it wasn’t even hard yet. “Oh Sir, can I have this one?” you ask with puppy dog eyes. “Yes, my pet, you can have this one,” I answer. You snuggle up to the wall. First, you just admire it, caressing it with soft gentle strokes. You rub it against your cheek and look at me with that schoolgirl smile again. “Yes, baby, you can suck it first,” I instruct you as I point at the now rising member in your hand. You get in a better position to service the monster cock that has now grown to over 13” inches long and the width of a can of soda. As you begin to lick and suck the head, I reach down and pull the small plug from your ass. “Please, Sir, take out the big plug,” you plead. “I’ll never take this in my ass.” Hearing your plea for me to release your chastity brings a smile to my face. As much as I’d love to see you try to take that cock in your ass, I can see it will rip you apart. I take the keys from my pocket and reach down and unlock the three locks that seal your pussy shut. As I put the locks in my pocket, I grab the large plug and pop it out of your soaked pussy. There is already a mixture of cum from the previous guys that has run down between your legs and removing the plug has released all the sweet girl juice you have been storing up since the restaurant. Like a flood you gush as I begin to finger you as you swallow his cock. I watch you gag and gasp as you choke on that monster cock and you begin to squirt with every thrust of his cock down your throat. You can feel your jacket under your legs is soaked. You can’t take it anymore. “Please, Sir, may I please have him?” you beg me. “Yes, my little slut, take him now,” I command. You quickly jump up and turn around pushing your little ass in that big cocks direction. You reach under and between your legs and guide his thick cock towards your dripping little hole. You feel his girth begin to press against your rings and push back hard, thrusting every inch deep inside. You scream and gasp as you feel it fill you up full. You push your ass against the wall as he begins to pump all of his cock in and out at a slow, smooth pace. You moan and whimper as he picks up the pace. “He is tearing me apart, Sir,” you scream. “It’s so huge, Sir!” Giggling, I unzip my pants and pull out my hard cock and guide it down your throat. I can feel the cum that still coats your lips and face as I push all the way in. As if it is instinct you start to suck my cock. You grab my hips for balance as he pushes into you. You feel my ring touch the back of your throat. You push back harder and feel that huge cock push farther inside you than ever before. You pick up speed as you begin to feel the first huge orgasm rock through you. My cock leaves your mouth. “Oh god… oh god… Sir, he is so big.” You scream again as your knees buckle from his thrusts. “Oh, Sir, he is cumming. He is filling my cunt… oooh god yes!!” is the last this I hear as you pull away from the wall and turn to clean the cock that has just fucked you so well. I watch you take it into your mouth and suck him clean like a good slut should. I hold you by the waist to steady your legs as you enjoy the taste of cock and pussy at the same time. I reach down and slip the large plug back into your gaping pussy to save all that cum inside. You barely feel its width after taking that huge cock. Smiling, I step behind you, line my cock up to your little asshole and push forward. You reach back with your free hand and spread your ass cheeks so I can easily thrust inside. You moan loudly with his soft cock still in your mouth as I bury my cock deep into your ass. You can’t catch your breath as I pick up the pace. You hold the wall in front of you as you watch that big cock disappear from sight. After a few minutes, you start begging to cum again. The pressure of my cock in your ass and the plug in your pussy is too much. Your legs begin to wobble as the next orgasm rips through you. Quickly I grab your waist and pump for all I am worth. Moments later you feel me push deeply and hold you tight as I shoot my load deep inside you. You smile your wicked little smile to yourself as you hear my growl as I cum deep inside you. I can hear you whimper as your body collapses from everything you have just experienced. As you gain your wits and are able to focus, you look up at me and reach for my cock and begin to clean it off. You can taste a bitter mixture of ass and cock but you’re so aroused as you touch your clit you rock on the floor as another orgasm leaves you mindless for another few minutes. Looking down to you, I hand you the small plug and locks and you follow directions and slip the plug back into your ass and attach the locks to your rings and seal the big plug back in. “Are you ready to go, my pet?” I ask. “Yes, Sir, I think so,” is your response as you try to stand. I help you to your feet and help you put your coat back on. As you adjust your coat you look at me, “Am I presentable, Sir?” “Yes, my Pet, you look well used,” I say as I smile and take your hand. We slowly make our way to the door. You catch a glimpse of yourself as you walk past a mirror. Your hair is covered in cum, your coat is soaked, and your corset has cum stains all over the front. You smile at me and say, “Yes, Sir, your pet is very presentable.” We make our way to the parking lot and out to the vehicle. I open the door for you and you, very lady like, step in and sit down looking well used and happy. As I close the door and walk around the car I see you rest your head to the side and close your eyes and drift off into a well-earned sleep. I get in the vehicle and we head back to my place to finish off the evening… As I pull into the driveway, you wake from your nap. “What now, Sir?” you ask. “You’ll see, my pet,” I tell you. “We need to clean you up first.” I help you out of the car and walk you to the door. As we walk into the house you hear music playing from the living room and moaning from someone. As we round the corner, we see the waitress from the restaurant sitting on the couch in my living room, legs spread wide, rubbing her pussy in front of my dog. We stop and hide around the corner, “How did she get in the house, Sir?” you ask. “I have to confess, my Pet,” I say to you as I hold you tight, “she is my neighbor’s daughter and she watches the dog when I go out.“ “But why is she here now, Sir?” you ask again. “You told her to find us later. I’m guessing she is here for you, my pet,” I say as we watch this young girl bring herself to orgasm as her captive audience stares at her quietly at her feet. “See how wet I am, Buddy?” she says to the Rottie sitting at her feet. She holds her fingers out toward him and we watch as he licks them clean. “You like that, Buddy?” she asks the dog as if he will respond. “Want some more?” She leaves the question hanging in the air and before she can move, Buddy moves forward and sticks his nose deep between the young girl’s thighs. She squeals and tries to push him away as he begins to lick his new target. We stand there and watch in amazement as this little girl tries to fight off the huge animal and fails horribly. We watch as she gives in to his advances and spreads her legs wider and accepts that he is going to take her how he wants. As we hear her cum from his thick, rough tongue you motion to me, “Please stop him, Sir, I don’t think she is ready for him.” Looking into your worry-filled eyes I know I need to stop this now. We walk into view and she screams from embarrassment as I pull the dog away. “Outside, Buddy,” I command and the dog makes his way out the door. You grab this little girl and pull her into your arms and ask, “Did you enjoy his tongue? I know I love it. If you are good, maybe Sir will let me show you what else that Buddy can do.” She smiles back at you and says, “Yes, I did very much,” and she looks at the state you’re in, “it looks like you two had a great time without me.” Smiling at her you say, “Come take a shower with me and I’ll tell you all about it.” I watch you both walk towards the bedroom and I go to the kitchen to get you two some wine… As I walk towards the bedroom with a bottle or red and three glasses, I can hear giggling and moaning coming from the master bedroom. I enter the room to see the neighbour’s daughter spread out on the bed. You are between her young thighs sucking her clit like mad. The young girl is bucking into your mouth to meet each stroke of your tongue. I hear you whisper to her, “I know I’m not as good as Buddy, but he can’t do this.” With that said you take her clit between your teeth and suck hard as she begins to cum from your attention. As I watch you finish her off, I walk to the bed and put down the wine and glasses and say, “Looks like you two have officially met.” You grin at me and say, “Yes, Sir, Beth introduced herself and I offered to return the favour that she gave me in the restaurant.” Smiling as if it was your birthday you continue, “I hope you don’t mind, Sir.” Running my hand through your hair, I respond, “No, my pet, I do not mind. I am pleased you made friends.” The three of us giggle, as I ask, “Why don’t we all hit the shower and clean up?” At that point, you realize you’re still covered in dried cum. Smiling, you look at me and ask, “Sir, may I empty out so I can clean the cum from my ass and pussy?” I look at Beth, toss her the keys, and instruct her to remove the locks and plugs and to help clean you out. With a quick “Yes Sir” Beth jumps to switch positions with you so she can get at the locks and plugs. As I pour the wine, I watch as Beth releases you from your bonds. The plugs easily slip out, first your ass and then your pussy. Beth looks at me as both holes begin to drip out cum. “Go ahead and clean her out quickly,” I instruct. Beth slowly begins to lick from your ass upwards, getting all she can. I can hear the slurping sounds as she sucks your asshole clean. “Don’t forget to get inside,” you urge her. “Yes, Mistress,” is all Beth says and you feel a new sense of power inspire you. “Dig deep into my cunt, Slut. That huge cock buried his cum so far inside me.” Beth looks at you and before you can protest, she buries her tiny hand into your well-used cunt. “Oh, fuck!” you scream. Beth is pumping her little fist deep inside you trying to get every bit of cum out of your sweet pussy. “That’s it, slut, fist me deep!” you yell at her. As you feel your orgasm build, Beth seems to sense it and pumps harder and faster. Just as you reach that point, she pulls her fist from you in one swift movement and you explode all over her. Your body bucks and shakes as you squirt all over this little girl. She slams her fist inside two more times and each time she pulls out you shoot her in the face. Beth’s mouth is open and she has been catching all of your juices that she can. As your body calms down I see her kiss your clit one last time. “Oh god, that was amazing . You are very good at that,” you exclaim breathlessly. “Thank you, Mistress, I love how you taste,” Beth tells you. “Come on ladies, rinse off and we can all fit in the tub,” I bark out to you both as I walk into the bathroom and start a shower. Quickly, you two come in as I step out of the shower and get into the big spa tub in the corner. You start to scrub the day’s filthy little act off your skin when you realize Beth is peeing on your leg. “You little, brat!” you squeal. “I’ll fix you. Kneel!!” you command. Beth drops her head and kneels at your feet. You step up to her and raise one leg up so her face is just inches from your pussy. You spread your rings to expose your pretty pink lips. “Open your mouth, slut,” you demand with a stern voice. Beth says nothing; she opens her mouth as you begin to let your golden liquid flow. To your surprise, you see her not only let your piss in her mouth, but this little slut is swallowing it as fast as she can. You begin to rub your clit as you are so turned on from watching this little girl bathe in your pee. When done, you help her to her feet and look at me. “She is going to be a lot of fun, can I keep her Sir? I’m sure Buddy will enjoy having a second bitch around the house,” you say with a hopeful look. “Please can I stay, Sir?” Beth pleads. “I’ll behave for you both.” With my best evil grin I look at you two and say, “Why don’t you just get in the tub here and we can discuss this.” Together you both say, “Yes, Sir, thank you.” ………..

Saturday Night at the Opal Hotel's Blue Note Bar & Lounge “Cock size,” Mia said, unflinching as if she had just ordered a Coke. The guy seated across from her wearing the suede vest and grey tam –what was up with that, by the way?-- sputtered his water back into his glass. Wiping the dribble from the bottom of his lip, he coughed, “I...what? Seriously?” Mia shrugged her shoulder and popped her eyebrow. “Yeah, of course.” The guy blinked. He asked, “Cock size? Just like that? That's what you have to say is what's most important to you in a life partner?” “More like ON a life partner,” she explained, “Wouldn't make sense if it was IN him now, would it?” He sat back in his chair, shaking his head slightly, shooing away the fly of disbelief. Mia leaned forward, poking up her eyeglasses and narrowing her lids around her round, dark eyes. “Look...uh,” she squinted at the tag on the guy's vest, “Number 12?” “Arye,” he offered. “Arye,” she nodded, easing herself back in the chair, “That's what all these girls want.” The two of them paused to scan all the women seated in the lounge. When she was sure their eyes had reconnected, Mia held up her hands about a foot apart. “We all want a big, thick, long, black cock to suck on,” she declared, accentuating every adjective through a lurid little sneer on her ruby lips. “Really?” Arye responded flatly, incredulous. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah,” Mia nodded in the affirmative, taking up her cocktail glass and having a sip. “Well, I guess I can't really help you with the 'black' part,” he sighed, unconsciously giving his pale, pink cheek a little scratch. Mia arched her left brow sharply high above her eyeglasses. She eyed him and said, “Really? Are you saying you fulfill the other criteria?” “What?” Arye said, caught off guard again, “No. I mean...look, I'm just a bit surprised you would be so...uh,” “Shallow?” Mia grinned. “No,” Arye corrected, holding up his hands as he back-pedaled, “I wasn't going to say that.” He was going to say that. Mia could see a tiny little bead of sweat appear underneath the lid of that silly tam of his. “I was going to say,” he spoke slowly, “I wasn't expecting you to be so upfront about something like that. You don't look like a person who would be so...” “Whorish?” “Abrupt.” Mia closed her eyes and sighed. She checked her watch, then looked at him like a frontline nurse consoling an injured soldier. She took a deep breath, peered over the rim of her glasses, then said, “Arye, that's the nature of this soiree, isn't? 8 minutes. That's not much time at all. So many guys here, so much potential, but only 8 minutes with each of them. It's all about speed and efficiency.” She slapped the back of one hand into the palm of the other. “Speed and efficiency.” After another quick breath she continued, “A girl has to get her priorities in order and out there. You asked me what I want in a...'life partner'. Thank you for getting right down to the nitty-gritty. So for life, Arye? I want a big cock...for life. My life partner may eventually become a wrinkled carcass of a vegetable sucking porridge trough a straw in a hospital bed, but as long as I can spit out my dentures and get my pink gums around his meaty length of Oktoberfest sausage, I will be a happy woman. Oh, and a healthy inheritance, of course. I need to be well kept.” Mia settled once more against the back of her chair. Arye replied by turning into a mannequin. She took a moment to look behind him, to another couple at a table across the floor of the lounge. The woman at that table didn't break away from her conversation but did manage to make eye contact with Mia and give her a wink and broadened her smile. Well, at least her friend seemed to be enjoying herself. Mia returned her attention to Arye, still a flabbergasted mess. She cocked her head. Damn. Maybe she broke him. As she was about to snap him out of it, the angelic chime of a porter bell interrupted the room. “Time's up once again, ladies and gentlemen,” an energetic, attractive red-head declared as she strode to the center of the room. She spun on her stilettos and clasped her hands together. “Believe it or not, we've reached half-time already. Let's take 20 minutes to reset and refresh. Gentlemen, readjust your collars, and ladies, powder your noses. Grab yourselves another drink. Then it's on to Round 2!” A gentle but steady murmur rose through the dark cocktail lounge as 12 couples got up, some more readily than others. Mia brushed the skirt of her black dress back towards her knees and then picked up her purse and her 'dance card'. She held out her hand as she got up. “It was really nice talking with you, Arye,” she said. “Oh, yeah. Me too,” he said, still in his chair. They shook hands. His was a bit clammy. Speaking with a genuine and softer voice, Mia added, “I think you're a nice guy, Arye. Well, from what I can tell in 8 minutes, anyway. I hope you'll find a nice 'life partner'. Good luck. Oh, but lose the cap.” Those were the only truthful words she had said to him in the 8 minutes they shared. What stunned her was how straight a face she had maintained while doing so. She was sure she was pushing it when she quickly tacked on the old 'inheritance' schtick. Yet after six 8-minute 'speed dates' so far, it wasn't surprising to her how easily the lies came to keep herself amused. She walked directly to the bar, polished off her cocktail, then promptly asked for another. God bless half-off ladies night. As she leaned against the bar rail, another bare arm brushed up against hers. It was Sylvie, her sometimes good friend. Right now, she had a tickling urge to dunk her freckled, pixie face into a toilet. “Hello Number 7,” she said, tilting her chin towards her name tag. “Hey! How's it going?” Sylvie asked, so giddy she was almost breathless. Mia took a hard swig from her glass, gulped and replied, “Oh Lord! I am having the BEST time. I just can't stand it. Bartender, keep them coming!” Sylvie, the decidedly shorter of the two, rolled her eyes. “Oh, dear,” she exclaimed, slightly deflated, “It's not going well, is it? I'm sorry I dragged you along.” Mia shook her head. “This night's not about me, it's about you. I'm here for you.” Sylvie smiled and gave her a hug, pressing her cheek against Mia's smooth shoulder. “Thanks, Mia,” she cooed. Giving Sylvie a reassuring pat on her head, Mia said, “I'm here for you...and dinner at Portabello's next Friday.” Sylvie gave her an extra squeeze and the two of them shared a laugh. “So, any potential Mr.Right's?” Mia asked. “Maybe. I don't know.” Sylvie's face twisted into a frown. “It's so hard. Only 8 minutes to talk to a guy. It's crazy.” “Tell me about it,” Mia concurred, “How's a girl supposed to get a guy's bank account number in that time?” It was the first time either them had tried a speed dating night. Really, it was Sylvie's idea. Mia came to support her and for the half-price drinks. Mia picked up Sylvie's 'dance card' from the counter. Each person marked down the numbers of people with whom they would like to continue contact. At the end of the night, the host –the red-head-- collected the cards, matched up the numbers, then gave the contact info to the corresponding guests. It seemed simple, but even that was a grueling a process for Mia. “You marked down three numbers already?” Mia said, “Batting .500. You're doing well.” “Doesn't mean they wrote down my number on their cards,” Sylvie shrugged. “Every man should be writing down your number,” Mia said. Sylvie smiled. “I knew there was a reason I brought you along. You're the best!” “I am.” “But, I don't have to treat you if I get you hooked up tonight, though.” “Fat chance,” Mia puffed, but then she smiled at her friend, “Thanks for the thought, but just worry about yourself, m'kay?” Mia always felt protective of her. Small, cute, eager and earnest like a puppy, Sylvie sometimes seemed a bit too naïve and innocent. “So how about you?” Sylvie asked as she snatched up her card from the bar counter. She was disappointed to see it was still blank. “Nothing?” “I told you, I'm not here for myself,” Mia noted. “I know, but come on, Mia,” Sylvie encouraged, “There's actually a lot of good-looking guys here, surprisingly. And you're looking so fine tonight! I'm sure several of them have written your number down on their cards.” “Oh, I don't know about that.” Mia bit her lower lip and looked aside sheepishly. Her penchant all night for “little white lies” had possibly prevented her Number 13 from appearing on any potential suitor's cards. In one case, she was fortunate the guy didn't call 911. “I'm not really interested in finding a Mr.Right, Sylvie,” Mia said, “I just don't have much time for that these days.” Sylvie grinned and offered Mia a leery glance of her emerald eyes. “Okay fine,” she said teased, “So how about a little Mr.Right Now?” Mia paused for a moment before replying, refusing to be baited. “No,” she said, deliberately forming her lips as she spoke, “I'm not here for that either.” She gazed at the swirling liquor in her glass. Sylvie eased back and softened her grin. “I know,” she said, “I'm just kidding. I just want you to have some fun. You should relax.” “I'm relaxed.” “Just let go once in a while,” Sylvie added, “Sometimes I worry about you.” “Hey. Who's here to support who?” Mia remarked. “Just do your thing here tonight, okay? Find a guy. Get married. Have some kids. See you same time next week.” “Okay. Don't blame me for trying,” Sylvie sighed. Each of them took another sip from their glasses. “I'm going to go to the ladies' room,” Sylvie said, “You want to come?” Mia shook her head. “I'm good.” With Sylvie gone, Mia had a moment to collect herself. She didn't know why this whole idea of dating made her neck hairs bristle. Her sometimes snarky, sometimes aloof, sometimes bitchy attitude towards relationships she put on display this night was really just a reflection of how she had been feeling in general lately. She gazed into the mirror across the bar behind all the colourful bottles. Staring back at her was a young woman, clearly not unattractive but something not quite right. She stood up straight and flicked and crimped some wave back into her long raven hair, brushing one side of it back over her bare white shoulder. She adjusted her glasses, the top of the rims just above her eye-line for that intellectually suggestive look. A quick inspection of her short, black cocktail dress reaffirmed that it was the right choice to show off her yoga enhanced physique. She was dressed for an evening of man-hunting, and this particular game park appeared to be well-stocked. So why did she feel like she'd rather be at home eating a bowl of cold cereal? The carousel nature of the speed dating event definitely didn't help things. She felt like she was at a conveyor belt sushi restaurant, except she wasn't sure who was the raw fish going around in circles: the men or her. She was sure that if she could get past that plodding visual, she would find some of the guys to be rather attractive. But then there was that notion of actually dating. What if she did end up matched up with a guy? The thought of having to go through the rigors of dating –the phone calls, the meet ups, the obligatory hugs and kisses, the “okay, now is a good time” sex-- just didn't appeal to her at all. Not at this point in her life, anyway. So when, poor Number 12, Arye, brought up the notion of “life partners”, she couldn't help but feel like her powder keg had been lit. Mia leaned against the bar once more and looked towards the ladies' washrooms. Sylvie was still in there. What was taking her so long? She smirked to herself. “Maybe she's right,” she mused. Maybe she really could just use a Mr.Right Now, though she was a little shocked her sweet and innocent friend would suggest something like a One Night Stand. Still, the idea of it undeniably kindled a small spark in her otherwise cold heart and belly. No way she was going to even joke about that with Sylvie – the poor girl would likely go into shock. She was also certain that there wouldn't be a man in the lounge this night who could even stir that pot within her. She looked upwards contemplatively for a moment, the grinned and snickered, “Nope, Mia. Your panties are still as dry as a desert.” “Whose panties are what?” Sylvie asked, sidling up to her at the bar. Mia shirked aside slightly, unaware her friend had returned. “What? Oh...ah...” The little porter bell dinged again. The hostess returned to the center of the floor and clapped her hands. “Alright, ladies and gents,” she announced, “I hope you've recharged and refocused. It's time for the second half of tonight's event! Still lots of people to meet, so I hope you haven't completely filled up your cards yet!” No worries about that, Mia thought. “Ladies take your seats,” the hostess directed, “Men, you're rotating to your left, counter-clockwise.” “And the carousel continues,” Mia muttered. “Okay, back to the mines,” Sylvie chirped. “Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho,” Mia joked, “Oh, don't lean in too close to Number 16. He smells like an Old Spice truck rolled over him.” Sylvie pawed at her arm. “And you try not to scare too many of the guys permanently off women,” she scolded playfully. The men and women moved through the lounge like football players taking to the field. Mia resumed her seat and steeled herself for what was to come during the next hour. She tried to settle herself into the suede bucket chair, but just couldn't find a perfectly comfortable position. Finally she just settled with the standard demure pose: legs crossed, one hand on her lap, the other perched on the armrest. Another deep breath and she was as ready as she could be. Bring it on. A tall, lanky, blonde-haired man wearing tan pants and a blue dress-shirt -- I.T. Chic-- stepped up to the chair across from her. He flashed a very wide, toothy smile and said, “Hi, I think I'm at the right place.” “That makes one of us,” Mia replied. The man chuckled hesitantly. Inwardly, Mia scolded herself. Snarky-bitch mode was not a good way to begin. She didn't want to believe she could be such a cruel person. She managed a warmer smile and said, “Sorry. I mean, I think you're also supposed to start here, as well. Please, have a seat.” That seemed to relax him a bit. “Great,” he replied, “My name's Brad.” As he pulled the chair back, though, another man came up and also put his hand on the chair and on Brad's back. “I am very sorry, my friend. I believe this is where I'm supposed to be,” he said. With mirroring confused looks, Mia and Brad paused and frowned at the man. He looked much more reassured than either of them, a confident look in his dark eyes and a steady smile on his full lips. Brad looked toward Mia but all she could offer were raised eyebrows and a telepathic response of “Don't look at me. I have no idea.” “Uh...no, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to start here,” Brad said, his hand still on the chair. The other man also kept his hand on the chair, his expression unfazed and calm, dark black brows settling over the cool whites of his eyes. “I believe you are wrong, my friend,” he said, simply. Mia sat frozen, only her eye shifting between the two men. Brad released the chair first and stood tall, obviously trying to use his height to press his point. It didn't work. Not only was the man almost his equal in height, it was obvious he was built more solidly beneath his burgundy shirt and grey blazer. And he continued to regard him stoically, like a big dog staring down a puppy. “We're supposed to go counter-clockwise,” Brad said, motioning his finger in circles. “Ah well, there you are,” the other man exclaimed. He pointed to his wrist. “I am not wearing a watch.” Brad frowned. Mia couldn't stop the edge of her lip from curling up into an impish smile. “No. Look you have to...” Brad started to say but was interrupted by the dinging porter bell. “The gentlemen at table 6,” the hostess called out, “Can you please find your seats so we may get started?” While Brad looked over to the hostess, Mia and the other man took the opportunity to make eye contact. He winked at her. That simple gesture definitely flicked at something deep down inside of her but she couldn't say that it didn't make her feel uneasy. Brad turned back to the man and opened his mouth to say something, but instead the man spoke, “Alright, the thing is that my time tonight is short and I may be leaving very soon. I would just like the opportunity to meet with this young lady before I go. I believe you will be staying here for the entire night, yes?” Brad hesitantly nodded. “Then, my friend, I'm sure you will eventually...'counter-clockwise'...back into this chair, yes?” the man remarked, “All I am asking for is my moment with her, a fair chance. Can you begrudge me that?” “Gentlemen?” the hostess called to them again. Brad was already teetering. Mia decided to give him a little push. “He's right, Brad,” she said, “We'll get a chance to speak. Everyone spends time together, right?” While unable to hide his annoyance, Brad finally relented. “Okay...if you're alright with that.” “I'm okay with it,” she replied, hoping Brad hadn't noticed her eyes remained on the other man the entire time. The man offered his hand to Brad which was accepted begrudgingly. He even patted him on the back as he walked away. Then he took his seat across from Mia, leaning forward, elbows on his lap, hands clasped together beneath his chin. Mia almost could hear the mental sound of a “click” as his eyes locked onto hers. Dark ebony skinned and handsome, and exuding confidence, her own eyes, though looking less assured, were also fixed upon him. Her lips ebbed into a smile, belying the nerves in her belly evoked by him. The porter bell rang again. Time to begin. Mia still hadn't moved much, stuck in that ridiculous pose she had assumed since taking her seat. As the man continued to hold her in his cool, calm, undeniably magnetic gaze, she felt like a deer in headlights. 10 seconds ticked by and neither had said anything. She finally opened her mouth, still unsure of what she was actually going to say. “My suite number is 3208,” he spoke first. Mia stopped, her mouth hanging ajar. For a few precious seconds, it felt like a small rock was caught in her throat, but she finally managed to jump-start her brain enough to blurt, “What?” “In the hotel above us,” he said, lifting his eyes upwards for a moment, “Suite number 3208.” Mia scrunched her trimmed brows sharply down towards her nose. “Yes, I heard you the first time. Why would...?” “Because you don't want to be here.” Mia was speechless. “So you will be in my room in....let's say 20 minutes,” he said. Was that a request or a command? His voice, laced with an Hispanic accent, was as steady and intense as the rain. It was impossible for Mia to read the man beyond the words he spoke to her, and those were so stark and blunt, she couldn't believe what she thought he was suggesting. She swallowed then said, “To do what?” She hoped he was kidding, and decided to play along. Shadows appeared on the man's dark face accentuating strong, sharp features on his smooth, dark caramel skin. “So many things come to mind,” he replied. Mia tilted her chin away slightly, but didn't take her eyes off of him. They stayed on the man as she quickly readjusted her glasses which had slipped down her nose and then brushed back her hair over her shoulder with one deft motion. Truthfully, according to the rules of the event, she should have screamed “foul!” and had the man kicked out for such a proposal. But, for reasons she didn't want to entertain at the moment, she didn't do that. Good or bad, he managed to stir something in her. Instead, she cleared her throat and said, “Whatever comes to mind? Does that mean you have a bowling alley in your room because I really feel like I could go ten frames right about now.” That managed to draw an inner laugh and grin from the man. Good. She wanted to turn the tables a bit. “Do you have a name other than number 26?” Mia asked. Still grinning, the man leaned back into his chair. “Miguel,” he offered. “Miguel? Hello, my name is Mia,” she said, “See? This is how it's supposed to go. We say hello, introduce ourselves, then chat each other up, ask questions, and find a connection. Like...like our names: Miguel and Mia. Can't go wrong with alliterative names.” The man nodded, stroking his fingers down the sides of his impeccably sculpted goatee, a bemused expression on his face. “Very well, Mia,” he said, “What would you need to know?” Mia's eyes narrowed, and her head lowered, a flash of white reflecting in her glasses. Finally, she felt back on track. “That's a nice accent you have,” she noted, “Where do you come from?” “You need to know this?” he asked, “This is important?” Mia frowned and shrugged, “Sure it is. I have this bias against creatures not of this planet.” “Alright,” he agreed, “I live in the Dominican.” Mia cocked her head, curious. “You 'live'...?” she started, “Do you mean you're only visiting the country?” Miguel nodded. “I finished my business in the city this week. I fly out tomorrow morning.” She shook her head quickly. “Then what are you doing at a speed dating event?” He held out his large hands to his sides. “I am looking for a date,” he replied with a cool lilt in his deep voice, “Just for this evening.” Once more, Mia caught herself with her lips ajar, his words rattling around in her head for a second. Flatly she said, “You know, there are places in the city you can pay for that.” “That's not the type of company I am looking for,” he said without missing a beat. Mia mustered a stern tone in her voice, replying, “I'm not the company you're looking for.” “Yes,” Miguel corrected, “You most certainly are.” “You're mistaken.” Mia still couldn't look away from him, as if keeping her eyes on him would keep him at bay. “People here tonight are looking for lasting relationships, not some one night stand.” “All of them?” “Most of them.” “Not you, though,” Miguel suggested. “How would you know?” she asked, “You think staring at me that way allows you to read my mind?” “This big,” Miguel held his hands up and apart in front of her. Mia's brows knitted together. “What are you...?” “My size,” Miguel said. Mia felt the blood rush through her, tweaking a pink glow on her cheeks. “I also understand that you have a fetish for dwarves, that you have orgasms whenever you wash your dishes, that you live with over a dozen cats, and you may have killed at least two of your past boyfriends accidentally with cleaning detergent in their meals,” Miguel said. Mia chewed her lower lip. So apparently some of the men were sharing info during the break. Once again, Miguel leaned forward in his chair. “You don't want a relationship. You're telling false stories instead, trying to get through each 8 minute date,” he said, his voice low, knowing, cajoling, “Yet you continue to participate when you could have just walked away. Why?” “I'm...I'm only here to support my friend,” Mia answered, breathless. She could feel herself breathing more deeply now, her chest rising and falling unsteadily. Slowly Miguel shook his head. “You could have just sat at the bar and waited,” he continued, “But here you are, meeting men you care nothing about, answering and asking questions you care nothing about. And now I sit here before you, my intentions laid out and clear, breaking the rules. I see you shifting uneasily in your chair, keeping your eyes upon me like a prey upon a predator.” Her heart beat was as erratic as his voice was rhythmic and steady. Miguel pressed further, “All you need do, Mia, is raise your hand, call over the hostess and have me removed from these premises. It's very easy. Yet, you don't.” Mia swallowed again and licked the inside of her lips. “I still can,” she breathed. “You won't,” he replied. Miguel stretched out his wide, pink-brown lips, and narrowed his eyes upon her. “For the two of us, isn't tonight truly about speed and no consequences? We don't require mindless details to remember for days to come. It's all about tonight. It's all about what we experience now. No promises to break for the future.” Mia felt like she was on fire. It may have been the alcohol, but his words and the cocksure way he delivered them were incendiary. How long had they been talking? 8 minutes may as well have been 8 hours, the way her mind felt so tossed at the moment. And all the while he made his illicit proposal to her, she couldn't take her damn eyes off of him. She watched as he reached forward across the small cocktail table, and gently touched her knee, then caressed it slowly. Another rule broken. He was daring her to look away, daring her to call the hostess. “You are intrigued, are you not?” She said nothing. “Very well,” Miguel said, sitting back in his chair. He raised his hand. The hostess came over to their table. “Yes? I was about to ring the bell in about 30 seconds.” “Thank you,” Miguel stood up, adjusted his jacket and took the hand of the hostess, “I have spoken to whom I wanted to speak to and said all I wanted to say. This has been a most enjoyable evening.” “Oh, but we're not done yet,” the hostess said anxiously, looking back and forth to Mia and Miguel. “We're about to rotate...” “Yes, counter-clockwise. Unfortunately I left my watch in my room,” he said and turned back to Mia smiling almost boyishly, “I'm sorry, I can't resist recycling jokes.” “But...” “Buenas noches,” Miguel said, addressing the hostess. Again he saved the last words for Mia: “Hasta pronto, Mia. Chau.” With that, he walked out of the lounge, the hostess only taking a half-step to try to stop him. “Maybe...I guess, I'll have one of the ladies sit out each rotation,” the hostess thought aloud to know one in particular. Certainly Mia hadn't been paying attention to her. Her eyes were still tethered to the chair where Miguel had been sitting, like some elusive spectral image of the man were still there, holding her attention with his vice like words and eyes. She finally had to close her eyes to try to break the image. Yet the moment she did, it unexpectedly heightened her awareness of her pounding heart, her quickened breaths, and the heat and electricity churning deep down in her trembling gut. She shifted in her seat, and noted the dampness high along her inner thighs. A nagging longing ached through her body. “Oh...Mia,” she murmured, clasping the sides of her head, “Mia. Mia. Mia. What the devil are you thinking?” The porter bell rang. She opened her eyes. She still saw Miguel seated there. Damn. “Hey. Hello again,” Brad said, taking his seat across from her, “Take two, huh?” At first, Mia didn't flinch, but finally she blinked and shook her head like snapping out of a hypnotic funk. “I'm...sorry,” she mumbled, “Who are you?” He frowned, grinning awkwardly. He pointed to himself and said, “Brad. We just met a few minutes ago before that guy came.” Mia nodded slowly as she looked away towards the lounge's exit. “Oh yeah, that guy.” Once more the bell rang. Rubbing his hands together, Brad said, “Shall we begin? I don't want to waste another minute getting to know you.” “No...I don't want to waste another minute, either,” Mia said still looking away. “Great,” he said, “So, then, how's it going?” “Hmm? Going?” Mia replied, turning to him, yet looking past him. She nodded, “Yes. Sorry. I have to get going now.” Brad watched her as she picked up her purse and stand up. “Uh, wait. What? You're leaving?” “Yes,”she said, regaining some of her awareness, “Oh, I'm so sorry Brad. I lied about spending some time with you...and about my dwarf fetish, and orgasms, and your cock size...” “My...'cock size'?” Brad parroted. She slid past him and patted him on the shoulder. “At least you don't have to worry about me killing you with my cooking.” Leaving him behind to mull over her cryptic words, Mia walked towards the exit. She managed to catch the eye of Sylvie. As she passed her table, she fanned herself with her hand and mouthed the words, “I need some air.” Sylvie simply smiled and winked. As she got to the door, she was intercepted by the hostess, who asked earnestly, “Is there anything the matter?” “Yes. I'm sorry. I'm suddenly feeling very warm,” she explained, “I think I drank too much. I could use some air.” The hostess rolled her eyes in mild frustration. Suddenly her clients were all abandoning ship. “Why don't you go ahead and put the next woman who was supposed to spend time with Miguel with Brad over there?” Mia suggested. She already began to make her way past the hostess as soon as she had spoken. In her mind, as soon as she made her way to the hotel lobby, she turned right and headed out the doors and stepped onto the streets where the fresh air would fill her lungs and clear her head of any nonsense and confusion. A little while later, she would be at home, curled up in her bed, sheets over her head, and a pillow crushed between her thighs. In her mind. Reality betrayed her however, and she suddenly realized she was not only at the elevators, but at some point she had pressed the button. 21...20...19...18..she looked up at the floor display as the elevator descended. She checked her watch. She would be early. ...14...13...12... “You're really going to do this?” she thought fervently to herself, closing her eyes. ...8...7...6... “Just how big did he say he was?” ...3…2... “Ding!” The docile chime snapped at her like a whip and she opened her eyes with a gasp. The doors slid open. “Hello, Mia,” Miguel said, standing in the elevator car before her. Time seemed to suspend itself for a moment. Mia heard her own heart beat and breaths. “Oh God,” she whispered. She felt like she was falling backwards in slow motion. A large, dark-skinned hand snatched her wrist and pulled her into the elevator. Suddenly time not only had sped up, it went into overdrive. Miguel spun her around, pressing her back against the rear wall of the elevator. His large, smothering lips were upon her even before the doors finished sliding shut. Mia didn't have a moment to think. Her body went into automatic trying to find a steady position, her high heels sliding on the floor. She needn't worry about that, though, Miguel had a firm hold of her hips as he pressed himself upon her. He wouldn't let her fall. Her hands moved from his chest to his shoulders, then reached up around the back of his neck, holding him close as voracious, hungry kisses enveloped her mouth. With one leg stretched out, the other drew itself up against the side of his leg. Miguel assisted her, pulling her thigh up high, pressing his hand against it upward, squeezing her smooth flesh, and wrapping back around her firm bottom. For a few sizzling seconds, Mia lost herself to the heat of the moment. Everything about this man was strong: his lips, his arms, his hands, his chest...his desire. She was overwhelmed and she was barely keeping up. She fired her tongue past his broad lips into his mouth and lashed it around with his, sharing the sweet taste of saliva and alcohol. It was only when Miguel moved away from her mouth downward to suckle on her neck, did Mia realize that they weren't moving. “Uhh...Mi-Miguel,” she gasped and swallowed, “The...uhh...button...you have to press the button for the floor.” Truthfully, the man was already pushing all the right buttons. Miguel licked her throat once more then slowly stepped back. He gazed at her with a very telling, seductive smile on his lips as she leaned heavily against the elevator wall, her face flushed, her red lips parted, her bosom rising high with every quick breath. Barely glancing behind him, he reached back and pushed the button for floor 32. Mia felt the floor rise against her feet. She watched him carefully as he moved towards her in a suddenly more deliberate pace. Mia could almost describe it as a graceful swagger. His hands pressed against the mirrored wall on both sides just above her head as he continued to slowly close in on her. She rolled her eyes up to look at him. He stood there in her space, gazing down at her, seemingly inhaling her fragrance. Her heart skipped. She suddenly realized just how big and daunting this guy really was, his raw power surging upon her like a tidal wave. Yet, he managed to control his energy, angling his handsome face and inviting lips towards her in such an easy pace, it was almost cruel. By the time they came together in another slow-burn kiss and embrace, the elevator bell chimed as they arrived to floor 32. As the doors slid open, Miguel took her hand in his and led her out. Mia's steps were hesitant, her expression dreamy but his confident look assured her of one thing: she wasn't going back down to the lobby anytime soon. She followed him down the quiet hallway of the hotel, eyes always upon him. The momentary respite gave her time to face the angels and devils perched on her shoulders. Was she really about to do this? She had never done anything like this before, never thought she would be the type to have a one night stand with a complete stranger. Well, she did talk with him for 8 minutes, at least. That would just have to do. They arrived at Suite 3208. Miguel turned to face her. With one fluid motion, he slid one arm around her waist and pulled her in close, welding his mouth against hers yet again. His other hand pressed the key card to the room into her palm. Together they inserted it into the lock and shoved open the door. They stepped into the room locked in their smoldering kiss. The door closed, leaving Mia's angels and devils outside in the hallway. Only one thought remained. “Miguel,” she groaned. They rolled unsteadily along the walls of the suite's darkened foyer. Miguel's hot, rough hands were all over her, holding her face as he kissed her, pushing at her breasts, and sliding around the curves of her hips and waist. Mia sucked in air through her nose as she wrestled her tongue with his. She felt his finger tugging at her dress, cinching up the short, tight skirt above her hips, exposing the full length of her thighs and the smooth rounds of her toned bottom which he appreciatively sank his fingers into. By now her glasses had slid down to the tip of her nose and were more a nuisance than a distraction. Miguel read her mind and took them off tossing them onto a side table. At the same time, he flicked on a light switch for a small solitary lamp in the living room area of the suite, illuminating the space with a soft glow. The bedroom was separated. Both knew that they weren't going to make it to the bed. His steady hands resumed working at Mia's tingling body, sliding off her shoulder straps and unzipping her at the back. He pulled at her top and rolled her entire dress down over her hips, past her legs and all the way to the floor. He helped her step out of it while at the same time caressing her belly with his lips and tongue. Mia, with her eyes closed, sucked in her lips and braced her body against the wall as she felt him kiss, lick, and nip lower her body all over. When she felt him gnawing against the crotch of her panties, she gasped and shuddered, curling her chin towards her shoulder. Miguel rose up and stood tall before her as he took off his jacket. He burned his eyes into her while he unbuttoned his shirt. Mia's head was turned away slightly, her mouth open as she tried to steady her breaths in vain. Now dressed only in her lingerie and high heels, she watched him peel off his shirt, his muscular chest and arms practically bursting forth. He was a stallion, a hard body of carved shadow and shimmering ebony, unbridled passion and desire practically emanating from his core. And it was all about to be unleashed upon her. No sooner had that intimidating thought swept into her spinning mind did Miguel turn her around to face the wall. He leaned her forward, raising her hands over her head and holding them against the wall with the firm grip of his own hand. She soon felt his free hand explore the curves of flesh at her bottom, gliding his palm around with a silky smooth circular motion. Mia gasped and grimaced when she felt him yank at her panties, snapping one side, then again as he tore them away unceremoniously. Miguel stuffed the prize satin in his pants pocket before resuming his navigation of Mia's ass. He massaged it roughly before slapping it with a firm snap of his palm. “Ah!” Mia yelped, tossing her head back. Three more times he spanked her bottom, tanning her peach-skinned flesh a glowing pink. Both of them were breathing hard now. Miguel's hot, deep breaths filled the air around Mia's head. The spicy tingles she felt on her skin were quelled by a new, delicious sensation as he ran his middle finger down the tight trench of her butt crack. Up and down he rubbed her, his stiff digit going deeper and deeper with each plunge until it slipped upwards between her legs to her crotch. “Uhh,” Mia moaned, as he reached underneath and caressed her her outer lips. Miguel pulled back her long raven hair and kissed her cheek then sucked on her ear. He rubbed her with more fervor, delighting her trembling folds with his rigid finger. Mia stood unsteadily on her tip toes as he swirled his finger around, tickling, teasing. Her head dropped back. Her glossy red lips were spread wide. Aching sighs escaped her throat repeatedly. Just when she couldn't bear it any longer, Miguel withdrew his hand and turned her around again to face him. Mia was burning up, her heart pumping blood in waves throughout her over-stimulated body. She pressed her back against the wall, feeling unsteady. She barely moved when Miguel reached for the clasp between her bra cups and flicked it apart. Her bra dropped to the floor leaving her in her high heels alone. She only had a moment to enjoy the appreciative look on the face of the man who had just undressed her. Within amount, he was demonstrating his appreciation of her body, up close and personal. Miguel curled his long pink tongue around her perky nipple, slathering it with his saliva before inhaling it between his big lips. His hand clenched her free breast, massaging it and stroking it with his fingers. Mia felt a rush through her body like never before. The uneasiness she felt since this all began in the elevator never really subsided. Actually, it may have accentuated the illicitness of the moment. Somewhere, in the recesses of her mind, she still felt this was wrong. She just didn't care. And that felt so good. “Hu-uhh!” Mia loosed a high pitched groan as the sensation of Miguel's tongue on her slit announced itself to her. She quivered and gasped, “Oh! Oh God!” Miguel circled the tip of his tongue against her outer folds then flicked rapidly against them, eliciting a tremble from Mia's belly. He pressed his full lips against her, enveloping her. His fingers gently worked to expose her clit and he quickly indulged in nips and lick and sucks upon her sensitive hood of flesh. Mia was practically pushing herself through the wall at her back, her hands pressed against the broad shoulders of Miguel. Brows angled upward, she glared down at the head of the man who was savouring her down below. Miguel intensified his attack, lifting her leg over his shoulder, and thrusting his finger and tongue into her. Her desperate gasps now gave way to rough cries and groans that left Mia's throat raw. She was trembling and shaking all over now, uncertain of how she even remained standing. Frowning, she bit down on her lower lip, holding in her cries for as long as she could. Finally she simply gave way, held her breath for three long seconds, then moaned, “Ohhhh!” Miguel tasted her as she splashed her wetness onto his tongue, lips, and fingers. He held her strong as she hitched and trembled her full release upon him. “Oh...oh God,” Mia breathed, her head dropping and her mouth hanging open. It was as if the plug at the bottom of a well had been removed, water swirling around and around relentlessly, unimpeded. And she knew that this particular well was far from dry. She watched through watery glazed eyes as Miguel rose up to stand before her once more. He stood there, not two inches away yet their bodies not touching. There was an almost foreboding look on his face. Mia knew what that meant. “I...I don't suppose I could get a glass of water first?” she asked with a small, nervous laugh. “That, I'm afraid,” Miguel said leaning down towards her, “Will have to wait.” As they kissed, Miguel reached down and around, picking her up. Mia wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the sofa. He easily held her aloft for a minute as they folded their lips and tongues together before setting her down. Mia didn't have a moment to settle back into the soft cushions of the large sofa, however. She sat upright at the edge of the cushion, looking up at Miguel. As she had been doing all along, she was trying to quickly recover herself, prepare herself. Miguel didn't keep her waiting long, unbuckling his heavy belt and unzipping his pants. His clothing easily fell to the floor and within a moment, he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Mia's gaze drifted downward from his cool visage, past his chest and hard belly. Her eyes settled at his crotch, looking past the black underwear to the shifting bulge beneath. Her hand was drawn to it and soon it was cupping it, feeling the thick, long length swelling at her touch. Through the thin material of his underwear, she rubbed and fondled it, feeling it noticeably stiffen. Miguel took off his briefs. A dark brown, turgid length of flesh hung low and heavy before Mia. Mia's nostrils flared as she breathed deeply through them. A determined look settled into her eyes. Quickly she gathered him up. Soft white hands stroked his rippling black cock. Soon her red lips and slippery pink tongue joined them, swirling around Miguel's length before driving her mouth over him. Mia stretched her jaw wide as Miguel filled her mouth. Her head shifted backwards as his head quickly nudged against her throat. Within a few moments, the two of them found a rhythm, Mia's lips and teeth gliding back and forth over Miguel's length, covering it in a sheen of her saliva. Mia gasped and gulped, her lips glistening, her cheeks flushed. She reveled in the feel and taste of him in her mouth. Miguel stood with one hand on his waist, the other running his fingers through Mia's soft lengths of hair, every so often reaching down and fondling her shapely sloping breasts. The warmth within her mouth was the most pleasurable moment he had experienced during his entire trip, he was certain. She didn't look up, but Mia could hear him breathing, a sigh of approval coming up from his gut. It drove her on, her head bobbing back and forth, her hand rubbing up and down his length faster and faster. She pulled him out and lashed him from his tip to his sack with her tongue before plunging down upon his once more. The moment seemed endless, and boundless. Both of them were still surging towards an unknown peak of unhindered lust. With a husky grunt, Miguel pulled out from her mouth, his swollen length shining and dripping with her saliva. He was taken over by pure instinct now, truly a predator, pushing Mia down onto her back on the sofa, raising her leg onto the back rest, spreading her apart, before sliding onto it himself. Mia, still gasping and swallowing in a vain attempt to settle herself watched the dark figure of Miguel loom over her, prowl over her. It was so ominous that, despite what she had been experiencing, an uneasy sense of doubt crept through her. She tried to conjure words in her head, something witty to take the edge off the moment. She was always good at that. Yet that was futile. One look in Miguel's searing eyes and she realized she had to brace herself no matter what she said. Miguel handled his hardened length with confidence, rubbing the head against her belly and inner thighs. Then he dragged the length of it up and down along the line of her slit. Mia's eyes were locked onto his now, her hand gripping his forearm. Her body ached with anticipation. Enough talk. Enough teasing. Enough temptation. Her mind raged, “Just fuck me, dammit.” With that mental cue, Miguel steadied his shaft then drove into her with one steady thrust. “A-ah...ohh!” Mia squeezed her eyes shut as he entered her. Their crotches met as he filled her completely. For several impossible seconds he stayed inside of her, pulsing and throbbing, enjoying her warmth, her wetness, and her softness. Slowly he withdrew, almost his full length, before surging into her once again drawing another sharp cry of pleasure from Mia's lips. His speed and tempo steadily increased and soon he was pumping stiff, relentless thrusts into her. Mia gasped and moaned, her whole body shaking upon the sofa as he poured on his heated strokes. Miguel was a large man in every sense of the word, she was experiencing first hand. Every fibre in each hardened muscle in his body was working now to well-tuned perfection filling her with thrust after thrust of hot lust. She dug her high heels into his kidneys, scratched her nails into his arms and the back of his neck barely just holding on. As the muscles in her crotch clenched, she felt every swollen inch of his cock as it passed in and out of her. “Come on, Mia,” Miguel urged with a deep, raspy breath, “Up.” He withdrew for a moment and pulled Mia up from the sofa. Moving her at will, he repositioned her, bending her forward over against the back of the sofa. Mia's breaths quickened then strained as she gasped, “Ahn!” Miguel slammed into her from behind, his crotch crashing against the rounds of her butt as he thrust into her once again. He dug his fingers into her slender hips and fired his own forward with impunity over and over. “Ah! Ah!” Mia's head snapped back with each rough stroke of his cock until she felt Miguel's fingers twist themselves into the strands of her soft hair and back, raising her eyes to the ceiling. The ripe flesh on Mia's bottom was glowing pink after not so long as it slapped against Miguel's crotch. He looked down, admiring the sight of his cock sliding into the attractive woman's tenderness. As she looked up at the ceiling, Mia stared on one small dot above her and listened to her own breathing and pounding heartbeat. It allowed her to focus her mind for one brief moment on a single thought: Had she really only met this man that night, less than an hour ago? That thought, along with the others, were ripped from her head as she found herself moved from position-to-position upon the sofa at Miguel's whim as their torrid session continued. With Miguel on his back, Mia sank herself down over his length with a shudder. Hands pressed against his chest, she rode him furiously, her long hair falling across her face constantly. Her tummy rolled seductively as she matched the cadence of the dark stallion. “Oh! Oh fuck!” she cried sharply each time he bucked his hips upward beneath her. Strong hands took hold of her at her waist and flipped her over, back against the sofa. Once more he was upon her, above her, her ankles on his shoulders, toes, still in high heels, swirling through the air. Miguel was working her hard, banging his swollen length into her as fast as he could. Both their bodies were aching and glistening with sweat and oil now. Fingers clench and dug into cushions and into flesh as they strained to hold on. “Ah! Oh God! Miguel!” Mia moaned aloud. He responded with unintelligible grunts and groans and a rough grind of his hips. Mia's belly muscles tightened painfully as she sucked her lips into her mouth. She closed her eyes tightly, his raging thrusts making it impossible to look straight anyway. She scratched at his arms before digging her nails into his dark skin. Finally, she loosed her breath and cried, “Ahh-uhhn!” Once more she flowed freely upon Miguel, drenching his length even as he continued to thrust into her. Her climax coursed through her like a river of warmth and electricity and she reached out to it, letting the explicit sensation take her away. Hearing the lovely woman cry out was most satisfying but it flicked a switch in Miguel as well. The blood rushed to fill his swollen cock and every other muscle felt like they were about to tear apart. With one last, stiff thrust, he threw his head back and groaned, “Huh-hn!” One harsh stream of jism jetted from his cock into Mia. Miguel breathed deeply and held his breath as he withdrew and handled his length. He stroked it once with his palm and another stream of viscous, white cum splashed onto her trembling flat stomach all the way up to her milky white breasts. Mia felt his sticky jism pool at her belly as her chest hitched for air. Her face was red like an apple and her entire body tingled like never before. Looking off to the side, she felt Miguel shift off the sofa. A hand was at her head, raising it, turning it and suddenly her gaping mouth was filled with the mushroom tip of Miguel's moist cock. The pungent smell of their mingling fluids filled her nose just as their taste filled her mouth. Her tongue circled the entire area of the head of his cock, wiping it clean before swallowing with one swift gulp. Miguel slid behind her on the sofa and pulled her in close, wrapping one of his strong, dark arms around her. He was just as spent as she was. Mia turned her head back and they kissed. As they settled down, their bodies craving rest, Mia for a moment about asking him more questions about himself. Instead, she smiled to herself and figured if “Miguel from the Dominican” was good enough for her before they entered his hotel suite, then it was good enough for now. After a few minutes, she did manage to coax her voice to ask, “How about that glass of water?” “Certainly,” Miguel replied, “We could use a bit of refreshment before the second half of tonight's event.” * * * * * * In the early dawn, Mia and Miguel walked hand in hand out of the hotel, down the steps to two awaiting taxis. They kissed once then Miguel led Mia into the first taxi, paying in advance for her trip home. The driver of the second taxi put Miguel's luggage into the trunk before asking him which airport terminal he needed to be dropped off at. As the taxis pulled away, neither Mia or Miguel looked back, but both had lingering hints of a smile on their lips. “Oh, shit!” Mia said, snapping out of her funk. Half-way home, she finally remembered something. She pulled out her cell phone from her purse. “Sylvie?” she asked, “Did you get home okay. Did I wake you?” “Yeah, but that's okay,” Sylvie replied, dreamily, “Where are you?” Mia hesitated, grinning crookedly. “Um. I'm at home,” she said. There was no response. Perhaps a yawn. “I just wanted to say that I am so sorry that I just walked out like that last night,” Mia said trying to think on the fly, “I...I don't know...I wasn't feeling too well...” “That's okay,” Sylvie answered again, calmly. Mia frowned. Her friend was taking her disappearance rather well. Actually, now that she thought about it, there were no missed calls or messages from Sylvie on her phone, either. Maybe it was better to just let it go for now. Feeling more assured, Mia asked, “So any matches last night?” “Yeah, a couple,” Sylvie replied, “I'm not betting on any of them, to be honest.” “Yeah,” Mia said, “I know what you mean.” “Mia?” “Uh-huh?” “I don't think I have to treat you to dinner next week,” Sylvie said with a melodic voice. Mia could hear her smiling on the other end. “Wh...what?” she asked, frowning. “Try to get some sleep, Mia,” Sylvie giggled, “8 minutes is probably all you need.” “Sylvie...did you...?” *Click* Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment (hey, you've read this far; maybe you could spare a second to give some feedback, please!)

Carie had just stuffed the last corner of toast with honey into her mouth when she heard a knock on her door. She frowned. It was supposed to be a lazy Sunday morning. All she wanted to do was go back to her bedroom and hibernate under her duvet just like the rest of the normal people should have been doing. Who knocks on your door Sunday morning? Knock, knock, knock . The sound was dull and plodding; maybe it was zombies. Carie smirked and shook her head. She knew who it was. She sighed and cinched up her robe. Her rainbow striped socks dusted the floor as she shuffled over to the door. She peered through the peep-hole; all she saw was a chest. “What?” she asked. “Is apartment seven.” It was a deep, monotone voice. She rolled her eyes. “I know, Vasily. What do you want?” “Open door. I have tee-kit .” Carie pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. Always that dumb tee-kit. “Now?” she groaned. From the other side of the door he started to read aloud in a heavy eastern European accent, “'This golden tee-kit is valid at anytime 24/7 excluding Christmas...'” “Yeah! Yeah! Got it!” Carie exclaimed. “Is Christmas today?” She sighed again. Was that a joke? After a long pause, she realized that he wasn't leaving. She drew a breath, slipped on a smile, and opened the door. “Good morning,” she chimed. The man from apartment seven filled her doorway. Carie gave him the once over. Starting from his sandal covered feet, he wore a pair of navy-striped sleep pants over his tall legs, and a stretched out tank-top undershirt which did nothing to hide his broad and muscular shoulders and tattooed arms. He was quite the good-morning package except for the scraggly nest of mouse-brown hair crowning his head. Also, somewhere beneath all that facial fur must have been his chiseled jaw and perhaps a pair of lips which he rarely opened to speak to her, anyway. She scoffed, “Wow. You're a real emergency, huh?” Vasily offered a mute shrug. As he walked into her apartment, he handed her a piece of paper. Carie was familiar with it. Three months ago, at the tail-end of a late night drinking binge with a couple of girlfriends at her apartment, months of pent up frustration of trying to gain the attentions of her beefcake neighbour across the hall in apartment seven had finally come to a head. Carie needed to vent, and she took it out on the ubiquitous shag on his face. It annoyed her like a crayon mark on a Renoir. On a large yellow post-it note, she managed to scrawl: “Neanderthal Special at Chez Carie! Time to get that dead rat fur off your face, Boris! This golden ticket is good for six grooming sessions with the sexiest Asian nymph with a razor. Try a Carie Special!” After slapping it on his door, she crawled back into her apartment and passed out on the floor. Not surprisingly she forgot about it until a few days later when he knocked on her door and held it out two inches from her face. It took her a few seconds to focus on it, a few more to recognize it, but when she finally did, her jaw dropped and her cheeks went flush. Before she could sheepishly apologize for the joke, he marched right into her place, pulled out a chair, and sat stoically, hands on his thighs, waiting for her to shave him. Bewildered, perturbed, confused, and cornered, Carie couldn't recall what happened over the next few minutes but somehow found herself haphazardly sheering off his whiskers with one of her pink lady-razors. For a moment before she began, she actually thought it might be fun. Hell, she had finally gotten a reaction from the man and he was actually in her apartment. He smelled nice, too, with a spicy musk scent. Yet, any attempt to start some chit-chat, let a lone full-fledged flirting, was disregarded by the placid statue sitting in her chair. However, he did answer when she asked him his name. “Vasily.” Carie sighed. It was like talking to Tarzan. So she worked in silence, concentrating to do a proper job with inadequate tools. When she was done, she stepped back and breathed deeply; she actually felt a bit worn out. “Okay, that's it,” she said. She looked at the relatively clean-shaven Vasily. He did look much more attractive this way --the reduction of fur on his face somehow accentuating his intense, ocean-blue eyes, his high-cheek bones, and squared, dimpled chin-- but she wasn't feeling very appreciative of his looks at the moment. Without a word, Vasily stood up and turned to leave. He suddenly paused, turned towards her and held out his hand. “Tee-kit ,” he said. Carie tilted her head, confused. “ Tee-kit, ” he repeated, his hand still aloft. Hesitantly, she took the piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it back to him. “Five more,” Vasily said, spreading out his fingers on his right hand. “One, two, three, four, five,” Carie counted aloud, “Good to see none of your digits have been mauled off by a bear, Boris.” “Vasily,” he corrected, then he left. Standing there with the pink razor in her hand, it finally dawned on her that he intended to come back. Carie sneered and scoffed to herself. This joker had some nerve! As if she would actually honour some stupid piece of paper and shave his scruffy Bolshevik mug anytime he felt like it. Yet, four more times he came to her door unannounced holding that stupid piece of paper and four more times she let him in without a fuss. Each time was the same: Vasily sitting in stone-silence on the chair, Carie carefully shaving him. Not only that, she went out and got an electric clipper, some razors, and shaving cream to do the job properly. At times during their sessions, Carie caught herself lingering on his scent, or gazing into his eyes, or brushing against his arms and shoulder; even the sound of his deep, steady breaths managed to tickle her nerves. Vasily always sat like a rigid watchman: painfully upright, one hand on each leg, eyes forward. His non-reaction squelched any sort of burgeoning feelings stirring in her gut and chest. Yet these sessions were the only real direct contact she ever had with her elusive neighbour. Now, three months later, Vasily was handing her his “Golden Ticket” one last time. Though he was intruding on her normally lazy Sunday morning, Carie was ready for him. Vasily pulled out a chair into the centre of her living room and sat down quietly. After gathering up her razors, shaving cream, and a bowl of water, Carie came around and stood in front of him. As she tied up her long, raven hair into a pony tail, she asked, “The usual, m'sieu?” He looked up at her and nodded. Then with a deliberate silence, he scanned her from her feet to her face then back down again. He cocked his head and frowned. It took her a second to realize what was puzzling him. She was in her short-skirt silk “kimono” robe, black with pink trim, and white and red sakura designs. It was from a bargain basement store in Chinatown, but she liked it. While it kind of clashed with her rainbow fuzzy socks, it definitely revealed and highlighted her slender, cream legs. “Hey,” she said, hands on her waist, “You come in here on a Sunday morning, you get Carie in her cozies, okay?” His expression suddenly softened. “I don't complain,” he replied, “Looks nice.” “Oh. Okay. Well...good,” Carie said, taken aback by his response. When she caught him tilting his head for another good look, an undeniably admiring look, her mind really started spinning; her nerves soon joined in. Or maybe she was over-thinking all of this. She chewed her lip and shook it off. “Shall we get started?” “Clippers,” Vasily said. “Yeah, I was going to start with those.” “Shave head,” he continued. Carie stepped back. “You want me to shave your head?” Vasily pinched his fingers close together and said, “Leave this much.” “Ah...sure. Alright, I can do that. You're the customer,” Carie replied. As she reached for the short comb attachment, she said, “I should get a towel to wrap around you. Don't want hair all over your shirt.” Vasily looked down at his tank-top. “Wait,” he said, and then promptly pulled it over his head, tossing it aside onto her sofa. Not that the tight, thin material of the white top did anything to hide his frame in the first place, but it had certainly provided at least a semblance of decorum between the two of them. Now, facing his bare chest, Carie had to contend with the distracting thoughts of how much time he must have spent in the gym to get all those enticing bumps and smooth curves all over his upper body; must have been hell for the tattoo artist working the needle around all those deep muscle lines. Carie bit down on her upper lip as she continued to ponder this thought. “Ready,” Vasily said. “Hmm? Ready? Ready for what?” She blinked. “Hair. You cut now,” he said, “Please.” He beckoned her with a slow blink of his eyes and a persuasive nod of his head. Carie was frozen, completely caught off guard by everything about him in the last 60 seconds. She actually jumped a little when her reflexes kicked in and she switched on the electric clippers. It buzzed to life in her hand. Yet after another long pause, there was still quite the distance between her hand and his head. With a surprising gentleness, Vasily reached up and touched her wrist, pulling her hand forward, guiding the clippers to his head. When she heard the buzz quicken, Carie flinched and suddenly a small tuft of Vasily's hair floated onto his shoulder and the floor. “Oh! Oh shit!” she exclaimed, “Sorry!” “Is okay,” he said, turning his gaze straight ahead, “Continue.” Still chewing on her lips, Carie proceeded to shave his head, at first gingerly, with slow and short swipes. As more and more of his scalp was unburdened of twists of hair, she found an easy pace and stroke. She brushed away the hair from his shoulder as she moved on, every so often nonchalantly pushing her fingers across the soft, short hairs left on his head. It felt nice, comforting, like velvet Even the shape of his head felt pleasing. Carie rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. “Crap, that's right,” she thought, “You have a thing for close-shaved guys, don't you?” Once his head was done, she moved on to his beard, clipping off the thick layer of whiskers. As she sculpted the clippers around his chin and cheeks, she could feel him watching her; she didn't look him in the eyes, though. Within a couple of minutes, she was done with the clippers. “Okay,” she breathed, “Looking like you've moved up at least a few eons on the evolutionary ladder.” Vasily quietly brushed off the hair from his body and then stroked the remaining stubble on his jaw and around his mouth. Carie nodded. “I'll clean that up,” she said as she reached for a razor. “Not with that,” Vasily said, stopping her, “This.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out something. Carie frowned. “Oh. Wow. No. I've never used one of those before,” she said, shaking her head. Vasily opened up the straight-blade razor, the sharp length of steel gleaming like a mirror. He held it out to her. Again Carie shook her head. “Uh...I'm not sure you want me to use that thing.” “You worry you would not give me good shave?” “More like me worry me would slit your throat,” she replied, forcing the levity through her anxiety. Still he held the razor out for her. He nodded once, slowly. “I trust you,” he said. A look of intensity and encouragement settled into his eyes; it unexpectedly both unnerved and excited Carie. It was as if he was willing her to do it. It was as if he was willing her to do anything he asked. Carie still gave her head another subtle shake, almost in disbelief of the weirdness going on in her apartment this Sunday morning. The little twists and turns had finally taken her down a one way path. “I trust you, Carie,” Vasily repeated, still gazing at her. His voice cajoled her like fine rum. And the way he said her name....damn. Staring for a moment at the blade in his hand, she finally put down her razor and took the blade from him. Holding it in her hand, she wasn't aware of its weight. All she was aware of was the relentless way he was looking at her; it was completely different from any other time she had known him. Yet it wasn't unwelcome...not at all. Carie felt herself breathing deeply. She was out of words, out of jests to throw back at him. Putting down the blade for a moment, she picked up the shaving cream and dispensed a foamy swirl of it in her palm. They looked at one another in silence as she rubbed the cream in her hands and they continued to do so as she leaned over and brushed it onto his cheek. She worked the lather deliberately across his chin, above his lip, along his neck and up his sideburns, painting his face gently with her fingers. Carie wasn't sure, but she thought she detected a slight smile pull across his pink lips. Her mouth drew a straight line. Wiping the cream from her hands, she then picked up the blade and held it steady for three deep breaths. She focused, her almond eyes narrowing to slender lines. Finally, she stepped towards Vasily. Her first stroke was surprisingly smooth along his cheek. She knew she it had to be steady and quick; it made a satisfying scrape against his skin. She stopped to examine the smooth lane of flesh she had just made between all the lather on his face. It was a good, clean shave. The next few swipes of the blade were just as precise. Carie appeared to be a natural at this. Having a calm and assured client like Vasily certainly helped. As she moved around him she also moved closer. She inhaled his manly scent and listened to his steady breaths, deepening her concentration on the man. He tilted his head back as she stood behind him to do his neck. As she slid the razor up she tried not to be distracted by the two entrancing blue pools gazing back up at her. She worked in dutiful silence, swiping away streaks of lather and wiping it off on a towel before repeating. It was as she stood to his side, working along his ear, that she felt it. His hand had slipped from his lap and brushed up against her inner thigh, lifting up the bottom of her robe. Carie shirked back. Fortunately the blade was nowhere near Vasily at the time. She grinned and chuckled nervously, taking a momentary break, wandering behind him. “Sorry,” Vasily said. Carie felt flushed, both dizzy yet focused if that was possible. She was sure he could hear her aching heart pounding inside her chest. She raised the back of her hand against her forehead, staring at the man in the chair in front of her. It was so warm in her small apartment. She drew a deep breath and undid her ponytail, allowing her hair to fall freely down her back. “A little bit more,” she said as she came back around to his front. In a bold move that seemed to surprise them both, she stepped right up to him, leaning in so close that she propped her knee onto the seat of the chair right between his legs. Vasily pressed his back against the chair, tilting his head back slightly; she was that much on top of him. Carie placed her free hand on top of his smooth head and moved it to angle his face into a position so she could shave it. She could hear the breaths surge through his pointed nose. She could feel his eyes pierce into her with torrid intent. She also felt his warm, broad hands drift around to the back of her legs and sweep upward beneath the skirt of her robe. There wasn't going to be an apology for this move, she knew. Carie bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to calm her nerves before they raced out of control and she accidentally drew blood with the blade. Even with his strong fingers plying her bottom, she was determined to finish the job she had started. When Vasily pulled down the back of her panties and wedged a finger down the line of her tight crack, Carie had to lift the blade away as she gasped, impulsively pulling his face against her chest. As he continued to massage her lustfully, her body heaved and rolled as she breathed aloud. When she leaned back and looked down at him, she saw a smile; clearly it was a smile. It was unmistakable now: an unadulterated, wicked smile. “I...I think we're done,” she said, her voice trembling. His hands still working on her smooth bottom, Vasily shook his head. “We are not done,” he declared through his sharp grin, “No, Carie. Not by longshot.” The blade clattered to the floor as he quickly shifted a hand around her back and pulled Carie in. His now unobstructed lips found their mark, enveloping hers with a rough, fiery kiss. Carie's eyes widened, her head rolling with his, feeling his tongue surge forth into her mouth; she tasted coffee. Bracing her palms against his shoulders she pushed back, breaking from the kiss with a resounding gasp. “Wait! Uh...Va-Vasily...I-I'm...Shouldn't we...uh...” she stammered. Her mind froze, she didn't know what to say. Vasily spoke instead, “Time for Carie Special.” Carie's trim dark brows arched upward. “Oh...that,” she thought, “That stupid tee-kit...” Once more Vasily pulled her down and once again their lips collided in a smouldering, loud, wet kiss. Carie was carried along in his tide of desire, feeling his tongue lash and swirl against hers relentlessly. Their lips folded over one another voraciously and as each heated minute passed, Carie's bewildered reluctance subsided. Firm hands held her waist and guided her into position. Still seated on the chair, Vasily slid her up onto his lap, her legs spread over his thighs. They clutched each other in a heated embrace. Carie's head lolled to the side and back, unsteady breaths streaming from her glossy mouth as Vasily indulged her with kisses and licks on her throat, brushing her with the newly revealed smooth skin along his cheeks and chin. With his hands still clasped on her bottom, she squirmed seductively on his lap. She suddenly felt the rub of a potent and hard shaft against her crotch and lower belly; it made her shudder with anticipation. Vasily's fingers crawled up her back. With almost a delicate touch, he tugged at the robe, the soft, slippery silk sliding off her smooth shoulders, revealing her honey-milk skin. As he pasted more kisses on her collarbone, Carie looked down and watched as his hands came around and undid the sash. The robe opened up further, falling past her nude, round breasts, the sleeves bunching at the bend of her elbows. The look of admiration in his blue eyes was clear as he feasted them on her lovely white bosom. Vasily wasted little time and moved right in, claiming a pert, round breast with his hungry mouth. Carie hitched and gasped with each stiff flick of his tongue against her aching nipple. A large hand covered her other breast, massaging it, rolling the chestnut-hued nipple between his rough fingers. As the sizzling sensations coursed through her and upon her, Carie twisted and strained at his every touch. She clutched her hand around the back of his head, her other one pressed against his shoulder and chest; every part of the Russian stud was solid and strong, not the least of which was the hard muscle now throbbing against her. Suddenly, his hands slipped back around her bottom. With incredible ease, he sat up from the chair, lifting Carie up in his arms. He pivoted around and lowered her back down onto the chair, kneeling on the floor between her legs as he did so. Carie gulped and gasped in a vein effort to regain her composure. She couldn't even sit upright in the chair, her bottom sliding to the edge. She looked down through her parted robe, past her shimmering breasts and her hitching belly, to Vasily's blue eyes narrowed and focused. With a brisk yank, he slipped off her panties and dropped them to the floor. They were joined by her clashing rainbow socks. He arched his left brow sharply as he looked up at Carie. “No need for shave for you, huh?” he remarked with a cut-glass grin. Carie shrugged sheepishly. She breathed, “Yeah, well I...uhh!” Vasily cut her off with a quick slick of his tongue up along her clean line. Gripping the seat of the chair to steady her quivering body, Carie blurted out, “I-I've had a lot...uhh!...a lot of practice...ahh!...lately! Uhh!” Having managed to force out the satisfying quip, Carie caved to the deliciously unwavering pleasuring from Vasily's nimble and lively tongue. His forearm held her thighs apart as his fingers joined in on the fun, spreading her delicate skin, and exposing the tantalizing pink flesh below. His tongue swirled and stroked her, working slowly up to her clit. He took his time nipping and teasing her tingling hood with his lips, tongue, and teeth. A finger slid into her, wriggling deep inside before coming out glistening and moist, before gliding in and out with steady strokes. Carie's rose-shaped lips rounded wide, her cheeks blazing crimson. She grasped at Vasily's head, cursing that he no longer had anything there to tangle her fingers into. If it wasn't for him bracing her against the chair, she was certain she would have just trembled right off onto the floor. “Oh God! Ahh! Mmm!” she moaned her encouragement. Biting down on her lower lip for a moment, she held her breath then suddenly loosed a slow, straining cry, “Ah-ahh!” She shuddered repeatedly, feeling her wetness drip down her crotch and thigh, a look of satisfying release on her glowing, shiny face. Through glassy eyes, she managed to tilt her head and steal a look downward. As he continued to suck and slick her, one of his hands had moved to his crotch. With his pants pulled down his waist, she could see his large hand working his shaft with vigour, steeling it to a rigid and ample length. A pang of nervous apprehension swelled in her comparatively petite body. Once again Vasily caught her staring. Grinning, he leaned back on his knees and then stood up. His pants dropped to his ankles. Carie sat up and found herself looking straight at his cock. As he moved toward her, it waved with a mesmerizing motion. Almost instinctively, she reached up and steadied it with her hands, wrapping her fingers and palm around it. She felt Vasily's hands on her head and shoulder, pulling her in. His coaxing probably wasn't really necessary anyway. With a flick of her tongue, she licked the dome of his cock, sliding around the head round-and-round until it was slick with her saliva. Pulling back for a moment to moisten her lips, she opened wide and leaned forward to take him in. His length filled her mouth, pushing the back of her throat. Soon Carie's jaw and face moved forward, upward, and back with a supple rhythm. She hummed and gasped, enjoying the taste and feel of his hard flesh in her mouth. She pulled him out and explored his length with her tongue from the tip to his warm sack, feeling every vein surging with his blood. As Carie continued to work Vasily's cock, she felt his hands slide down and have their pleasure with her breasts. He gently rubbed and pinched her tender nipples eliciting a sweet moan from deep within her chest. She felt electric all over as she dropped a hand between her thighs and played with her moistened petals. A taste of thick, bitter spunk dripped onto her tongue. She sucked on his head, drawing a bit more and swallowing it down her gullet. With that, Vasily withdrew from Carie's dripping mouth. He plucked her up from the chair, carrying her in his strong arms. Not for long, though, as he just pivoted and turned and dropped her onto the sofa. With one glance into his eyes, the blue alight with intensity and fire, she knew the fine subtleties of their encounter were about to be tossed aside like his shirt and her panties. Vasily moved and positioned her on the cushions like how an over-stimulated child plays with a doll, unsure of even where to begin. Carie was pulled with her back low on the sofa, firm hands raising her her legs up and pushing them back with her knees almost by her chin. Vasily knelt down and licked her exposed slit, the familiar feel of his long, wet tongue drawing more gasps and groans from her. Carie was going crazy now. She had been preparing to take his shaft into her for the last few minutes and now she felt like she was shifting gears again as his tongue brought her to the brink once more. As if on mental cue, Vasily shifted his position, rising steadily up over Carie's body, kissing her tummy, licking her belly button, sucking hungrily on each of her jiggling breasts. His broad shoulder propped her legs up now and suddenly she felt his stiff cock sliding around her crotch and belly. Carie reached up, gasping and swallowing her breaths, and stroked his clean shaven face. It felt so smooth, so soft. She did that; with a straight-blade nonetheless. Amazing. “UH-ahh!” She moaned. Vasily pushed past her slit, spreading her open, taking his time to sink his throbbing length deep into Carie. Her brows pinching towards one another, her mouth slipping open, her cheeks flushed, Carie gazed up with her anxious brown eyes at Vasily as she felt him break into his strong, rigid thrusts. Everything tightened --her fingers, her belly, her toes that shook in the air-- as she clenched around his surging cock, feeling his hardened warmth with her soft inner flesh. “Oh! Oh God! Vasily! Va-ahh!” she cooed as she shook on the cushions. She could see him grit his teeth, grunting through them, as he worked himself into a frenzy, driving deeper, harder, his balls slapping against her. Vasily leaned back. Carie's legs relaxed and dropped. He pulled her from the sofa and the two of them slid onto the rug on the floor. Within a moment, Carie was riding Vasily, the tall man prone with his back on the floor. She leaned back hands on his knees, arching her limber body seductively. Her hips bucked and circled with a lovely rhythm, grinding his pulsating shaft deeper and deeper, nudging all the right spots within. Vasily reached upward, his big hands full of her soft, warm breasts. “Yeah, bay-bee!” he groaned. Carie managed a grin as she looked up at the ceiling. That accent of his was so ridiculous yet so hot! She threw herself forward, hands on his chest, as she leaned in and sucked his mouth into hers. Her tongue shot forward and collided with his, dancing and tangling together with abandon. Her undulating rhythm never ceased. Vasily's hands clamped down on her back and round ass, shoving her down as he cranked his crotch upward, crashing their bodies together, flexing his hard cock within her. Probing fingers crawled their way along her bottom, slid between her moist cheeks, and then fingered her anus. “Mmm! Ahh! Oh fuck!” Carie raised her head and cried out. She rarely ever ever felt that sex warranted an f-bomb. This was a Sunday for firsts, though. A few minutes later, it was her turn to lie on the floor, a sofa cushion at her head, and Vasily behind her on his side. Her leg swung back over his arm as Carie pressed her thighs apart, he teased her with the tip of his cock circling her opening. Through dreamy eyes she looked up at him. He was grinning back at her. After months of nothing but unmoved glances, he suddenly couldn't stop showing her his teeth. “I like when how you say 'fuck',” he said. Carie frowned. Breathing heavily she replied, “Really? Think you can get me to say it again?” Vasily's cock slipped through his fingers and delved one more into Carie. “Oh! Oh...fu-yeah!” Carie groaned. Again, she relished small victories. The two of them were glistening with perspiration as they entangled themselves on the floor during their heated session,. Carie's dark hair splayed across the cushion. The sound of the reckless colliding of flesh-on-flesh filled the apartment. Once Vasily was on his knees, anchoring her thighs with his arms, shaking Carie with his rapid fire thrusts, she could admire his muscular frame working in overdrive liking an elite engine; everything was built, honed, and tuned for moments like this. His smooth scalp was dripping sweat, falling from his chin onto her thighs and belly. A look of ferocious concentration lit up his handsome, sharp face. Growls of pleasure emanated from his gut and unexpectedly filled Carie with intense satisfaction. Her supple, slender body was just as capable as his for these rigorous sessions it seemed. Vasily braced her leg against his chest, kissing her ankle, pointing her toes straight up to the ceiling. He pushed her other leg aside, spreading her further before filling her with more unimpeded thrusts. Each powerful surge raised Carie's buttocks higher and higher off the floor, arching her slender back into the most exsquisite bow. “Ahh! Hahn!” Carie moaned. She closed her eyes and curled her lips into her mouth, biting on them. She spat out, “Ohh...fuck!” She didn't open her eyes. She knew Vasily was smiling. Fuck him. too. Strong hands gripped her once more, pulling her to her knees. Vasily spread her legs out from behind and then rolled his hips, driving into her again. He held her arms from behind and shook her with fervour. “Ahh! Ahh!” Carie's mouth was stretched open, gasping for air even as she breathed streams of it out of her lungs with every groan she uttered. As best as she could, she raised her head. Hair not stuck to her face from perspiration fell to the side. She could feel her breasts swirling and jiggling freely in the air as Vasily rocked her from behind. His hands tightened around her arms. “Huhn! Huhn! Fuck! Carie! Yeah!” Vasily's coarse grunts flew past her ears. He was straining, she could tell. They were reaching their apex with a glorious surge. They raced to the finish as they had begun: Carie on her back, bent at her stomach, legs pushed towards her head and braced by Vasily's shining upper body. They stared at each other with a vicious intensity as he poured on his final potent thrusts. His sweat dripped freely onto her face while her breaths blew across his. “Ohh! Ahh! Fuck!” Carie groaned and threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt her whole body clench before an almost painful flood of satisfaction spilled from her. She covered Vasily's shaft with her wetness. Seconds later, the big man rolled back. Once again holding a leg against his chest, he pulled out his swollen, slicked cock. He chest was heaving, his face pink, and his mouth dropping open as he worked his shaft in his hand. Carie opened her eyes just as Vasily shot out a stream of sticky white cream, splashing it across her belly and onto the bottom of her breasts. He groaned with delirious delight as he jetted another line of rich spunk, pasting her crotch and thighs. Carie felt his fluids slipping over her body, almost immediately feeling cool on her overheated skin. She blinked, her breath slowly recovering, gazing at the ceiling. Her fingers slid across her belly, pushing through Vasily's abundant cum, before slowly moving to her crotch. She ached and tingled down there; her whole body felt the same. It felt wonderful. Vasily slid down beside her on the floor. He kissed her shoulder and stroked her arm with the back of his hand. Carie grinned. Such a gentle lamb now that the bear has had his meal. It was almost noon by the time Vasily was making his way out of her apartment. So much for a lazy Sunday morning. As he opened the door, Carie cinched up her robe. Suddenly, she patted down her pockets, and frowned. “Vasily,” she said, suspicious, “Where's the ticket?” “Hmm?” Vasily said, standing in the hallway. She eyed him. “You know....the tee-kit?” Innocently, Vasily pulled the Chez Carie ticket out from his pants pocket. “My tee-kit?” he asked. Carie snatched it from his hand. “My ticket,” she corrected. She tore it in half and held it up with a taunting grin. “All services rendered, yes?” “But...” “Bye-bye, Boris!” Carie waved then shut the door. Two days later, after going to bed, Carie awoke to the sound of some sort of scratching on the door of her apartment. She clambered out of bed, slipped on her robe and shuffled in her rainbow socks to the front. Peering through the peep-hole she saw...nothing. Was she dreaming? Zombies? Whatever reason, she opened it anyway and peeked around both sides of the hallway. It was empty. Before going back in, she noticed someone had left a post-it note on her door. It smelled like vodka. The printing on it was terrible. The grammar was a step below that. “Come to Vasily's Lounge. Only deal for woman in apartment eight. Ticket is good for six massages generously for free. Big hands. Big everything! Try Vasily's Special. You come 24/7 including Christmas. We make satisfaction for sure!” Carie bit down on her lower lip but couldn't hide her grin. She gave apartment seven a telling glance then, after pocketing her tee-kit, she closed her door. Shuffling back to bed, she reminded herself to cancel her plans for next Sunday morning.

This happened in the summer of 1972. I'm writing now because I recently saw a girl on TV whose unusual name and resemblance brought the memories flooding back... She moves with graceful feline elegance. With dusky brown skin, long glossy black hair, come to bed eyes, beautiful lips just made for sucking dick, slim waste and flat stomach and very long, slender legs she is stunning. The way she moves and her beauty combine to craft one of the sexiest looking woman I’d ever seen and I’d lusted after her for months. I've always been a slim body, pert tits and long limbs man and she ticks all my boxes. But I see four problems, at around sixteen or seventeen she is much too young, she is recently married, she is Muslim and she is Pakistani. So many barriers for a single, thirty year old, agnostic Africa immigrant to break down. So what's the point of wasting time dreaming except that I enjoy every fuck my imagination gives me. I rounded the corner and there she was, picture perfect, walking a few paces behind her husband, the lucky sod. My dick began to stiffen as I feasted on her beauty. My thoughts were interrupted. "You..." I'd not really taken much notice of her husband other than thinking he's so lucky and wishing it was me in his place but I tore my eyes from the feast and looked at him. "You... You like my wife, yes?" Well she is stunning, I think a lot of guys would drool. Is he having a go because I eyed up his wife? After a few seconds silence he said "You like her, yes? You want to fuck her, yes?" He can’t be asking me if I want to fuck his wife so he must be objecting to my obvious desire. I didn’t know what to say but I managed. "I'm really sorry, she is a very beautiful woman and you are a lucky man". He stared at me for a few more seconds then glanced at his wife and nodded before turning back to me and saying, "It is good then. At ten o'clock tonight you come to my house and you fuck my wife, yes?" I stood there, mouth open in shock as he walked on and she dutifully followed, she looked very embarrassed but she reached out and touched my arm as she passed. I was unsure if it was a wind up or some kind of nigger bashing trick so I had no intention of going. Even so I ended up making an excuse and left the pub early. I reasoned that I had nothing else to do as I walked along the street just after ten, did he mean it, probably not but I lived in hope. Their door opened as I passed, "I am Malik, come". He ushered me into their hallway. I could see that he was really nervous but so was I. He said "Hira waits for you in the back room". I didn’t have any idea what to expect and was tense in anticipation of being jumped. For all I knew it could have been a group of his friends and relatives armed with cudgels and knives waiting for me, but at least I now had a name that I could put to her image when we dream fuck... Hira... I looked through the open doorway my jaw dropped. I’d had a permanent hard on since we’d met in the street over 5 hours earlier. I’d wanked off a couple of times but I still had a set of lover’s bollocks painful enough to make me walk like I’d just got off a horse. What I saw made my already hard dick jerk to attention and painfully remind me just how sore my balls were. She was dressed in shinny red and purple latex that looked like it had been sprayed on. The purple tube top hugged her upper body and she obviously didn’t wear a bra underneath. The top finished just below her perfect tits and showed about 12 inches of flawless brown skin then a tight deep red micro skirt that embraced her slender hips. A couple of inches of naked thigh separated the hem of the skirt and the top of purple latex stockings that hugged her long legs. Red stiletto heeled strappy sandals accentuated those long slender legs. Her eyeliner matched her top and lipstick matched her skirt. You have to take into account that this was almost 40 years ago when anything purple was the height of fashion and rubber clothing was unheard of outside of hazardous environments or kinky London brothels frequented by the rich, the aristocracy and Members of Parliament. The colours were perfect and that latex second skin was so slinky, perfectly figure hugging and sexy and had my erect dick twitching and ready to spurt and I’d fallen in love with latex. Hira walked toward me. She reached up to my chin and I closed my gawping mouth. I reached out for her to draw her to me but Malik said, "No kissing please". The reminder of his presence was a real killer and I felt my dick begin to shrink but without preamble or foreplay Hira undid my belt and flies, inched my strides down then reached into my underpants and flicked out my dick. For obvious reasons it was rock hard again. It was Malik who gasped, I think Hira was speechless. I didn't have the longest dick in the showers but it was acceptable at a little over eight inches but I almost always won the old party favourite 'how much beer or water can you displace from a pint pot' competition because my dick was by far the thickest. This had made me popular with some girls a few years before but I'd sort of grown out of that scene after catching a dose. Malik left the room. Hira was shaking with nerves and she quietly asked "can I use some delay cream on you please? ... Quick." I nodded and she took out a tube from her bag and began to squeeze. After a few seconds she realised it was still sealed, she punctured it with the cap, squoze a quarter of the tube onto my shaft then quickly put the tube away and began rubbing the cold clear gel into my shaft and balls before her husband came back. I guess this was her secret, but I don’t think she’d used it before because she used far too much. There was so much gel that it wouldn’t absorb right away and I was on the verge of cumming as she desperately tried to rub the slick gel in before her husband came back. I was so close that I had to stop her a few times as she massaged the gel into my erect shaft and tender balls. It took a few minutes until it began to work and I felt the urge to cum subside. She dropped to her knees and I stood there caressing her silky smooth hair while she stroked, licked and sucked my rock hard and slightly numb dick. Malik was sitting in the corner of the room where he could see his wife’s lips stretched around my dick. He held his erect but much smaller and thinner dick in his hand and was gently stroking his thumb up and down the tip. I guess he was about half my length and less than half as thick so that’s why Hira was speechless and he gasped when they first saw my dick. I guided her toward an armchair and sat her down, knelt between her legs and hitched her along so her cunt was at the edge of the seat. I took a rubber from my strides pocket and went to open the packet. She reached to stay my hand and said "I have only had intercourse with my husband and he only with me. We have no disease and we trust you also do not have disease so please not be using condom". This happened before HIV and AIDS but I'd had a dose of gonorrhoea a few years earlier, although it was easily cured it was very embarrassing so I always used a condom since. Now this dream girl was asking me to fuck her bareback. OK this was a very special situation, a dream come true so I only took me a second to think it through. If she wanted me bareback it was up to her but I certainly wasn’t going to pull out. If it came to that I think I could even stand having my dick scraped by some condescending health worker again if it meant I’d fucked the girl of my dreams. I guided the end of my naked dick towards her crack. She was very tight and I could feel my bell end pulling and stretching, without the delay dream I’d have cum right then. She yelped and tried to push me away as my thick dick stretched her. She was too dry, nerves I guess. I wish that I had cum right away, it would’ve lubricated her cunt or maybe I should have licked her first to get the juices flowing. I pulled out and went to move my head down but Malik said, "No, only fuck please". I put my hand to her mouth and asked her to spit and then I also spit into my hand. I smoothed the liquid around my shaft then eased it back into her. I worked a couple of inches in and out a few times until she was beginning to relax and open up a bit and then I thrust right in. She screamed as more than eight inches of thick black meat ploughed home then yelped as I bottomed out with that beautifully tight cunt squeezing all along my dick. I held her waste and pulled her hips to me, my tender balls squashed against her arse, oh the sensation as she squirmed and her tight little cunt grasped my dick. She moaned and struggled, my dick felt each movement of her cunt as I pulled us tightly together. I began to move and she was hurting and she gasped and whimpered. Her face screwed up, she had tears leaking from her eyes and she was very tensed up, she pushed me with each thrust I made. I was beginning to get sore myself in spite of the anaesthetic cream and spitting on my dick. I asked myself if I was doing the right thing here, should I stop, I'm sure it was hurting her too much. I asked and heard Malik say "No" as Hira gasped "no, please no". I rode her almost full length and she began to sob then openly cry but she held onto my waist, letting me know that I shouldn’t pull out. I’d rammed her tight little cunt so much that my dick felt scraped raw so I pushed in deep and began to strum the tips of my fingers over her clitoris. With my dick buried to the hilt it was like I wasn't really there, like this was all happening by remote control, I was floating around the pleasure and pain. Her weeping changed to moaning, snapping me back to what was real. I pulled us harder together and began twitching my dick and I redoubled the strumming on her clit. She started to shudder and then her cunt clamped and clenched even tighter around my dick and suddenly she was very wet. Her juices flooded and I could feel her wet warmth burning along my abraded dick, still tight but now she was so smooth and we both began enjoying the ride. I lifted her ankles onto my shoulder and I could feel the cool latex against my cheeks, I wrapped an arm around her knees and pulled towards me, her legs straightened, her latex clad calves brushed against my chest and cheeks, her thighs against my stomach. I was leaning forward against her legs and she was almost folded in two. With one arm holding her knees together I deep fucked that tight Pakistani cunt with thick black African meat. I had her on her knees and we fucked doggy style, I had her lying on her back arching across the arm of the char and I could see her belly swell as my dick slid in to fill her up. She stood, leaning forward, hands on the arms of the chair and her legs spread while I took her from behind. Malik hissed "Hira" and she ignored him. She pushed me onto my back and she straddled me, her feet on my chest and she leaned back and clutched my ankles. I had to hold her ankles to stop her sharp heels gouging my chest as she rode me, bucking her pelvis up and down my shaft. Again I heard Malik hiss "Hira", she still ignored him, I glanced across and he was still sitting on the chair, his eyes glued to my dick ploughing his wife’s cunt. He was bucking up and down fucking his clenched fist. She had cum another four times now and I was nowhere near when we moved back to the chair and she wrapped her legs round my waste. I was pounding full length and very fast and deep when I first felt the welling. I slowed to control it, I like being on the edge of cumming. It's such a great feeling to hold it back as long as possible especially with a beauty such as Hira wrapped around my dick. My balls hurt like hell and each time they slapped her arse a screaming ache shot through to my kidneys and down my legs. I was close to exploding when she came again, this was it, I was ready and I speeded up and she moaned and groaned and gasped, her cunt clenched and relaxed round my dick. Just as she was coming back down again I rammed hard home and rubbed her clitoris hard with my thumb, she locked her legs firmly around me and pulled me tight onto her. My hot sperm surged as she rose to another crescendo. My lover’s bollocks exploded their pent up loads of thick creamy sperm. It felt like I was emptying my kidneys, my arse cheeks and my thighs into her. It didn't pulse, it flowed up my shaft like a surging torrent and blasted from me and it just didn't seem to stop. She was rigid, her eyes opened wider and wider as each flowing surge spewed into her tight cunt. After an age the gushing river died down to a pulsing stream and eventually stopped. That was the best cum I've ever had in my life and I felt completely drained. I only had one as powerful since then and that was years later. I was married by then with two kids, I'd had a vasectomy four days before, my balls were being carried around in a hammock and it felt like a mule had kicked me. I wasn't really meant to ejaculate while my tubes healed but passion got the better of me. Just as powerful and it surprised the hell out of my wife but it wasn’t as good as cumming in Hira. I went to pull out but she clung onto me with her ankles and pulled me back into her. She reached and wrapped her arms around my back and pulled me toward her and began gyrating her pelvis and clenching her cunt. Again Malik hissed "Hira" and again she ignored him. I began riding her again, slowly and very gently to the sound of squelching sperm, it began to ooze out and dribble down my scrotum and inner thighs. Her face was a picture of passion and she pulled me down to kiss me but Malik spoke up and came to stand beside us, she unwound her legs and let me go when he rested a hand on her shoulder. There was a loud, wet plopping noise when I pulled my dick out and stood up. Her cunt was glistening with sperm and gapping but beginning top close up. As she closed thick white sperm oozed out and down her crack. I was tiding myself up to go when Hira and Malik began a sort of hushed, whispered argument. After a couple of minutes Malik turned, he was obviously not pleased with the outcome of their argument, I soon found out why when he asked me "Tonight you will say here, yes? You will sleep in my bed with my wife, yes? You understand that this is not my choosing but that of my wife and she ...we... ask if you will stay here tonight." That's how I found myself lying in a nice warm bed, between the legs of the most beautiful girl in my world with my dick buried in her now well used, wet and welcoming cunt. Her husband was no doubt sitting on the chair and wanking himself silly, the chair on which he’d just watched his pretty wife being fucked by a black man. We got no sleep during that perfect night. Without her husband watching we were free to kiss and we did, deeply, passionately and often. We spoke very little but we explored each other’s bodies with joy. I spent some time kissing and licking, stroking and massaging her wonderfully lithe and now naked body. She did the same with me. We kissed and licked and fucked all night. I licked her cunt until she begged me to fuck her and afterwards she sucked and played with my dick until I was hard again. Three times more she massaged delay cream into my dick and balls until the tube was empty and four times more I filled her with my cream. In the end there was no ceremony, it was just after 4am when Malik came up stars. I’d not long since pumped another load of sperm into his wife and we were lying entwined with my half hard dick still buried in her sloppy and now quite sizeable cunt. He asked me to leave before people in the street were up and about. It was still grey outside as I left and a guy across the street opened his front door when I was being ushered out. He waved at us, Hira and me, and shouted a bright "good morning". In the hallway behind us I heard Malik whisper something like "Mash’Allah". Before that night I'd seen Hira maybe a couple or three times a week, usually trailing behind her husband in the street. After that night I didn't see her again until New Year. In October I'd got a better paid job in Manchester but was back in Leeds for the holidays when I saw her again. I went into the corner shop as she was just leaving. She was very pregnant and I held the door open for her as she left and then I followed her out. She was reluctant to speak to me but I walked next to her and I think she was getting worried in case she was seen with a man other than her husband. She stopped and pulled me into a ginnel and held a finger to my lips. "Shh" she said, "Listen, our belief, our parents, our families are very strict, we are bound by our parent’s wishes and I love Malik very much and what we did is very dangerous. I do not make fun when I say that Malik’s family would kill me for what we did together. Do not misunderstand, it was a very good, enjoyable night that I will always remember with great fondness but for Malik and me it was very emotional. For shame he will never tell another, even we do not talk about that night but know that I carry your child and let that be enough for you. Inch'Allah the child has more the look of me than of you because we do not want our families to know how the child was created. Please understand this and like me, let your thoughts be the memory of that night. Do not try to speak to me again, this is important." With that she walked away. So I'd been used for a breeding stud, looking back it was not really a surprise but even so I was shocked and had no idea what to think, what was I to do? If the child was mine I had rights, I was to be a father, I felt obliged. But my feelings and my rights meant nothing if they could cause such serious problems for the most beautiful girl I knew so for the best, I did as she said. From a distance and in snatched steps in time I watched Aishah, my daughter growing up. Back in 91 she disappeared, I guess she was married off and I didn't see her for a few years. Then I spotted Hira walking with Aishah who was holding the hand of a young boy toddling along beside them. Although Aishah has the look of her mother my genes had surfaced in the child who looked more African than Asian. Now back to 2009, I was sitting reading the newspaper, my wife was watching TV when I heard the name. I looked up and gasped, it could have been her, the same long black hair, the same body shape, the same long legs and she even dressed in similar bright colours. Memory is a wonderful thing, I'm sixty seven years old and I can still raise an impressive erection now and again. My wife has recorded a few episodes because she knows that a good fuck is in the offing after I've spent a moment or two watching the duplicate of my Hira.

Well, this happened a week after my 21st birthday. One of my best mates (Nathan) and I were playing Kings Cup. It was just the two of us so it wasn't really much of a game. Just a lot of drinking. He made the rule "no pants". So when I drew a rule card I said "no undies". We've seen each other naked plenty of times so it wasn't a big deal or anything. We ended up playing "never have I ever". I don't remember which one of us said it, but "never have I ever kissed another guy" was said. We looked at each other for a moment, then we both took a drink. The next one was something like "never have I ever wanted to hook up with another guy". Again, we both stared at each other for an awkward moment then both took a drink. So I said "let's go". We went into my room, with just our shirts on. By the time we got there, we were both hard as rock. Off went the shirts and he pushed me back on to the bed. He climbed on top of me and started kissing me. He worked his way down from my mouth, to my neck, to my nipples, and for some reason, my armpits (which was actually really good), then finishing on my throbbing cock. He sucked it for a good ten minutes or so, doing a better job than most girls I've been with. I could feel my self getting close to losing my load deep down his throat, so I pulled his head back up to my face and kissed him. I rolled him over and repeated exactly what he had just performed on me. Even the armpit thing. I was amazed at Nathan's cock. I've seen him naked plenty of times, but never hard. He was definitely bigger than me. By a couple of inches at least. He was just not as thick as me. Having a dick in my mouth felt strange at first but it became enjoyable really quickly. Just hearing him moan and feeling him thrust harder and deeper told me I was doing a great job. I decided to give deep throating a go to get an idea of what I put chicks through when I pull their heads down deep. At first I gagged only about five inches down. Quite funny. Then I managed to take it all. I held myself there for at least 10 seconds without gagging. He went wild. I reckon a few more of them he would have definitely blown straight down my throat. He must've been close to blowing because he pulled me up quite quickly so I was laying on top of him. We kissed for a while then I suggested 69 which worked really well. I was on top as we started going to town on each other. Deep throating the fuck out of each other. Fuck that was hot. He licked and sucked my balls for a while then started to lick my ass hole. Absolute best feeling that was. I tried to do the same on him but I couldn't quite reach. So I sat up and basically buried his face in my ass. I pushed down a little harder each thrust until his tongue was deep inside my hole. He ate my ass so well. I eventually allowed him to breathe and got up off him to return the favour. He told me to lay on my back. I was expecting him to mount me the way I did him but instead he grabbed my legs and dragged me to the edge of the bed where he knelt down on the floor and started sucking me once again. As he slurped up my precum covered cock he started fingering my hole. Definitely felt weird. One finger at first. Then two. Then three! That hurt. He fumbled around a bit inside me. I could feel him going deeper as he kept changing the number of fingers he used. Just as it started to feel good, he stood up and gently inserted his rock hard cock inside me. He was arched over the top of me fucking and kissing me softly. As my hole adjusted itself to accommodate him, he went deeper and deeper until all 9 or so inches were deep inside. He was fucking me. And I was loving it. He started pounding me harder and harder. Faster and faster. We tried several positions but my favourite by far was the first position we we're in. After receiving a good pounding, he whispered in my ear "my turn now" as he slowly pulled his uncut cock from my ass. He laid back on my bed as I tried to reenact what he done to me. Licking and fingering his ass felt so wrong but turned me on even more. My cock was absolutely throbbing and begging to get inside him. I probably should have loosened him up a bit more with a fourth finger because when I put my cock inside him, it really hurt and we had to stop for a little while for him to catch his breath. With the amount of pain he was in, I half expected him to lose his erection but instead stayed very solid. As the pain turned in to pleasure, with each thrust I watched his cock drip a little more precum. I just had to taste it. I pulled out and gently sucked his knob collecting as much precum I could. Delicious. I then put his legs over my shoulders and resumed fucking the shit out of him. I arched over him to kiss him when he grabbed my back and started scratching me. That was hot. I leant back and jerked his cock while still fucking him. That didn't last very long because he soon screamed out "oh shit I'm gonna cum". I felt his hole really tighten and spasm around my cock as squirt after squirt after squirt went all over his chest and stomach. I was not far behind him when all of a sudden I felt that I was about to cum. I pulled out sprayed mine over his. My first shot hit him in the chin. After we both caught our breaths, I cleaned our cum of his cock with my mouth and then licked up the puddles on his stomach. Sharing it by kissing him. Considering how much cum there was, it didn't take us very long to swallow it all. After all the cum was gone, I climbed up next to him and we just laid there kissing and stroking each others dick as they slowly started going soft. About five minutes later, we were both sound asleep. The next morning was a little awkward. We woke up spooning with hard ons. I wanted to go again, I think he may have too. But we were both running late for work. We haven't spoken about that night or done anything since. And I'm really glad that our relationship hasn't changed. If anything, it's gotten better. I will definitely do it again with him. I wish I can do it again with him. I find myself thinking about that night quite often when I jerk off.

Carie had just stuffed the last corner of toast with honey into her mouth when she heard a knock on her door. She frowned. It was supposed to be a lazy Sunday morning. All she wanted to do was go back to her bedroom and hibernate under her duvet just like the rest of the normal people should have been doing. Who knocks on your door Sunday morning? Knock, knock, knock . The sound was dull and plodding; maybe it was zombies. Carie smirked and shook her head. She knew who it was. She sighed and cinched up her robe. Her rainbow striped socks dusted the floor as she shuffled over to the door. She peered through the peep-hole; all she saw was a chest. “What?” she asked. “Is apartment seven.” It was a deep, monotone voice. She rolled her eyes. “I know, Vasily. What do you want?” “Open door. I have tee-kit .” Carie pinched the bridge of her nose and took a deep breath. Always that dumb tee-kit. “Now?” she groaned. From the other side of the door he started to read aloud in a heavy eastern European accent, “'This golden tee-kit is valid at anytime 24/7 excluding Christmas...'” “Yeah! Yeah! Got it!” Carie exclaimed. “Is Christmas today?” She sighed again. Was that a joke? After a long pause, she realized that he wasn't leaving. She drew a breath, slipped on a smile, and opened the door. “Good morning,” she chimed. The man from apartment seven filled her doorway. Carie gave him the once over. Starting from his sandal covered feet, he wore a pair of navy-striped sleep pants over his tall legs, and a stretched out tank-top undershirt which did nothing to hide his broad and muscular shoulders and tattooed arms. He was quite the good-morning package except for the scraggly nest of mouse-brown hair crowning his head. Also, somewhere beneath all that facial fur must have been his chiseled jaw and perhaps a pair of lips which he rarely opened to speak to her, anyway. She scoffed, “Wow. You're a real emergency, huh?” Vasily offered a mute shrug. As he walked into her apartment, he handed her a piece of paper. Carie was familiar with it. Three months ago, at the tail-end of a late night drinking binge with a couple of girlfriends at her apartment, months of pent up frustration of trying to gain the attentions of her beefcake neighbour across the hall in apartment seven had finally come to a head. Carie needed to vent, and she took it out on the ubiquitous shag on his face. It annoyed her like a crayon mark on a Renoir. On a large yellow post-it note, she managed to scrawl: “Neanderthal Special at Chez Carie! Time to get that dead rat fur off your face, Boris! This golden ticket is good for six grooming sessions with the sexiest Asian nymph with a razor. Try a Carie Special!” After slapping it on his door, she crawled back into her apartment and passed out on the floor. Not surprisingly she forgot about it until a few days later when he knocked on her door and held it out two inches from her face. It took her a few seconds to focus on it, a few more to recognize it, but when she finally did, her jaw dropped and her cheeks went flush. Before she could sheepishly apologize for the joke, he marched right into her place, pulled out a chair, and sat stoically, hands on his thighs, waiting for her to shave him. Bewildered, perturbed, confused, and cornered, Carie couldn't recall what happened over the next few minutes but somehow found herself haphazardly sheering off his whiskers with one of her pink lady-razors. For a moment before she began, she actually thought it might be fun. Hell, she had finally gotten a reaction from the man and he was actually in her apartment. He smelled nice, too, with a spicy musk scent. Yet, any attempt to start some chit-chat, let a lone full-fledged flirting, was disregarded by the placid statue sitting in her chair. However, he did answer when she asked him his name. “Vasily.” Carie sighed. It was like talking to Tarzan. So she worked in silence, concentrating to do a proper job with inadequate tools. When she was done, she stepped back and breathed deeply; she actually felt a bit worn out. “Okay, that's it,” she said. She looked at the relatively clean-shaven Vasily. He did look much more attractive this way --the reduction of fur on his face somehow accentuating his intense, ocean-blue eyes, his high-cheek bones, and squared, dimpled chin-- but she wasn't feeling very appreciative of his looks at the moment. Without a word, Vasily stood up and turned to leave. He suddenly paused, turned towards her and held out his hand. “Tee-kit ,” he said. Carie tilted her head, confused. “ Tee-kit, ” he repeated, his hand still aloft. Hesitantly, she took the piece of paper out of her pocket and handed it back to him. “Five more,” Vasily said, spreading out his fingers on his right hand. “One, two, three, four, five,” Carie counted aloud, “Good to see none of your digits have been mauled off by a bear, Boris.” “Vasily,” he corrected, then he left. Standing there with the pink razor in her hand, it finally dawned on her that he intended to come back. Carie sneered and scoffed to herself. This joker had some nerve! As if she would actually honour some stupid piece of paper and shave his scruffy Bolshevik mug anytime he felt like it. Yet, four more times he came to her door unannounced holding that stupid piece of paper and four more times she let him in without a fuss. Each time was the same: Vasily sitting in stone-silence on the chair, Carie carefully shaving him. Not only that, she went out and got an electric clipper, some razors, and shaving cream to do the job properly. At times during their sessions, Carie caught herself lingering on his scent, or gazing into his eyes, or brushing against his arms and shoulder; even the sound of his deep, steady breaths managed to tickle her nerves. Vasily always sat like a rigid watchman: painfully upright, one hand on each leg, eyes forward. His non-reaction squelched any sort of burgeoning feelings stirring in her gut and chest. Yet these sessions were the only real direct contact she ever had with her elusive neighbour. Now, three months later, Vasily was handing her his “Golden Ticket” one last time. Though he was intruding on her normally lazy Sunday morning, Carie was ready for him. Vasily pulled out a chair into the centre of her living room and sat down quietly. After gathering up her razors, shaving cream, and a bowl of water, Carie came around and stood in front of him. As she tied up her long, raven hair into a pony tail, she asked, “The usual, m'sieu?” He looked up at her and nodded. Then with a deliberate silence, he scanned her from her feet to her face then back down again. He cocked his head and frowned. It took her a second to realize what was puzzling him. She was in her short-skirt silk “kimono” robe, black with pink trim, and white and red sakura designs. It was from a bargain basement store in Chinatown, but she liked it. While it kind of clashed with her rainbow fuzzy socks, it definitely revealed and highlighted her slender, cream legs. “Hey,” she said, hands on her waist, “You come in here on a Sunday morning, you get Carie in her cozies, okay?” His expression suddenly softened. “I don't complain,” he replied, “Looks nice.” “Oh. Okay. Well...good,” Carie said, taken aback by his response. When she caught him tilting his head for another good look, an undeniably admiring look, her mind really started spinning; her nerves soon joined in. Or maybe she was over-thinking all of this. She chewed her lip and shook it off. “Shall we get started?” “Clippers,” Vasily said. “Yeah, I was going to start with those.” “Shave head,” he continued. Carie stepped back. “You want me to shave your head?” Vasily pinched his fingers close together and said, “Leave this much.” “Ah...sure. Alright, I can do that. You're the customer,” Carie replied. As she reached for the short comb attachment, she said, “I should get a towel to wrap around you. Don't want hair all over your shirt.” Vasily looked down at his tank-top. “Wait,” he said, and then promptly pulled it over his head, tossing it aside onto her sofa. Not that the tight, thin material of the white top did anything to hide his frame in the first place, but it had certainly provided at least a semblance of decorum between the two of them. Now, facing his bare chest, Carie had to contend with the distracting thoughts of how much time he must have spent in the gym to get all those enticing bumps and smooth curves all over his upper body; must have been hell for the tattoo artist working the needle around all those deep muscle lines. Carie bit down on her upper lip as she continued to ponder this thought. “Ready,” Vasily said. “Hmm? Ready? Ready for what?” She blinked. “Hair. You cut now,” he said, “Please.” He beckoned her with a slow blink of his eyes and a persuasive nod of his head. Carie was frozen, completely caught off guard by everything about him in the last 60 seconds. She actually jumped a little when her reflexes kicked in and she switched on the electric clippers. It buzzed to life in her hand. Yet after another long pause, there was still quite the distance between her hand and his head. With a surprising gentleness, Vasily reached up and touched her wrist, pulling her hand forward, guiding the clippers to his head. When she heard the buzz quicken, Carie flinched and suddenly a small tuft of Vasily's hair floated onto his shoulder and the floor. “Oh! Oh shit!” she exclaimed, “Sorry!” “Is okay,” he said, turning his gaze straight ahead, “Continue.” Still chewing on her lips, Carie proceeded to shave his head, at first gingerly, with slow and short swipes. As more and more of his scalp was unburdened of twists of hair, she found an easy pace and stroke. She brushed away the hair from his shoulder as she moved on, every so often nonchalantly pushing her fingers across the soft, short hairs left on his head. It felt nice, comforting, like velvet Even the shape of his head felt pleasing. Carie rolled her eyes towards the ceiling. “Crap, that's right,” she thought, “You have a thing for close-shaved guys, don't you?” Once his head was done, she moved on to his beard, clipping off the thick layer of whiskers. As she sculpted the clippers around his chin and cheeks, she could feel him watching her; she didn't look him in the eyes, though. Within a couple of minutes, she was done with the clippers. “Okay,” she breathed, “Looking like you've moved up at least a few eons on the evolutionary ladder.” Vasily quietly brushed off the hair from his body and then stroked the remaining stubble on his jaw and around his mouth. Carie nodded. “I'll clean that up,” she said as she reached for a razor. “Not with that,” Vasily said, stopping her, “This.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out something. Carie frowned. “Oh. Wow. No. I've never used one of those before,” she said, shaking her head. Vasily opened up the straight-blade razor, the sharp length of steel gleaming like a mirror. He held it out to her. Again Carie shook her head. “Uh...I'm not sure you want me to use that thing.” “You worry you would not give me good shave?” “More like me worry me would slit your throat,” she replied, forcing the levity through her anxiety. Still he held the razor out for her. He nodded once, slowly. “I trust you,” he said. A look of intensity and encouragement settled into his eyes; it unexpectedly both unnerved and excited Carie. It was as if he was willing her to do it. It was as if he was willing her to do anything he asked. Carie still gave her head another subtle shake, almost in disbelief of the weirdness going on in her apartment this Sunday morning. The little twists and turns had finally taken her down a one way path. “I trust you, Carie,” Vasily repeated, still gazing at her. His voice cajoled her like fine rum. And the way he said her name....damn. Staring for a moment at the blade in his hand, she finally put down her razor and took the blade from him. Holding it in her hand, she wasn't aware of its weight. All she was aware of was the relentless way he was looking at her; it was completely different from any other time she had known him. Yet it wasn't unwelcome...not at all. Carie felt herself breathing deeply. She was out of words, out of jests to throw back at him. Putting down the blade for a moment, she picked up the shaving cream and dispensed a foamy swirl of it in her palm. They looked at one another in silence as she rubbed the cream in her hands and they continued to do so as she leaned over and brushed it onto his cheek. She worked the lather deliberately across his chin, above his lip, along his neck and up his sideburns, painting his face gently with her fingers. Carie wasn't sure, but she thought she detected a slight smile pull across his pink lips. Her mouth drew a straight line. Wiping the cream from her hands, she then picked up the blade and held it steady for three deep breaths. She focused, her almond eyes narrowing to slender lines. Finally, she stepped towards Vasily. Her first stroke was surprisingly smooth along his cheek. She knew she it had to be steady and quick; it made a satisfying scrape against his skin. She stopped to examine the smooth lane of flesh she had just made between all the lather on his face. It was a good, clean shave. The next few swipes of the blade were just as precise. Carie appeared to be a natural at this. Having a calm and assured client like Vasily certainly helped. As she moved around him she also moved closer. She inhaled his manly scent and listened to his steady breaths, deepening her concentration on the man. He tilted his head back as she stood behind him to do his neck. As she slid the razor up she tried not to be distracted by the two entrancing blue pools gazing back up at her. She worked in dutiful silence, swiping away streaks of lather and wiping it off on a towel before repeating. It was as she stood to his side, working along his ear, that she felt it. His hand had slipped from his lap and brushed up against her inner thigh, lifting up the bottom of her robe. Carie shirked back. Fortunately the blade was nowhere near Vasily at the time. She grinned and chuckled nervously, taking a momentary break, wandering behind him. “Sorry,” Vasily said. Carie felt flushed, both dizzy yet focused if that was possible. She was sure he could hear her aching heart pounding inside her chest. She raised the back of her hand against her forehead, staring at the man in the chair in front of her. It was so warm in her small apartment. She drew a deep breath and undid her ponytail, allowing her hair to fall freely down her back. “A little bit more,” she said as she came back around to his front. In a bold move that seemed to surprise them both, she stepped right up to him, leaning in so close that she propped her knee onto the seat of the chair right between his legs. Vasily pressed his back against the chair, tilting his head back slightly; she was that much on top of him. Carie placed her free hand on top of his smooth head and moved it to angle his face into a position so she could shave it. She could hear the breaths surge through his pointed nose. She could feel his eyes pierce into her with torrid intent. She also felt his warm, broad hands drift around to the back of her legs and sweep upward beneath the skirt of her robe. There wasn't going to be an apology for this move, she knew. Carie bit down hard on her lower lip, trying to calm her nerves before they raced out of control and she accidentally drew blood with the blade. Even with his strong fingers plying her bottom, she was determined to finish the job she had started. When Vasily pulled down the back of her panties and wedged a finger down the line of her tight crack, Carie had to lift the blade away as she gasped, impulsively pulling his face against her chest. As he continued to massage her lustfully, her body heaved and rolled as she breathed aloud. When she leaned back and looked down at him, she saw a smile; clearly it was a smile. It was unmistakable now: an unadulterated, wicked smile. “I...I think we're done,” she said, her voice trembling. His hands still working on her smooth bottom, Vasily shook his head. “We are not done,” he declared through his sharp grin, “No, Carie. Not by longshot.” The blade clattered to the floor as he quickly shifted a hand around her back and pulled Carie in. His now unobstructed lips found their mark, enveloping hers with a rough, fiery kiss. Carie's eyes widened, her head rolling with his, feeling his tongue surge forth into her mouth; she tasted coffee. Bracing her palms against his shoulders she pushed back, breaking from the kiss with a resounding gasp. “Wait! Uh...Va-Vasily...I-I'm...Shouldn't we...uh...” she stammered. Her mind froze, she didn't know what to say. Vasily spoke instead, “Time for Carie Special.” Carie's trim dark brows arched upward. “Oh...that,” she thought, “That stupid tee-kit...” Once more Vasily pulled her down and once again their lips collided in a smouldering, loud, wet kiss. Carie was carried along in his tide of desire, feeling his tongue lash and swirl against hers relentlessly. Their lips folded over one another voraciously and as each heated minute passed, Carie's bewildered reluctance subsided. Firm hands held her waist and guided her into position. Still seated on the chair, Vasily slid her up onto his lap, her legs spread over his thighs. They clutched each other in a heated embrace. Carie's head lolled to the side and back, unsteady breaths streaming from her glossy mouth as Vasily indulged her with kisses and licks on her throat, brushing her with the newly revealed smooth skin along his cheeks and chin. With his hands still clasped on her bottom, she squirmed seductively on his lap. She suddenly felt the rub of a potent and hard shaft against her crotch and lower belly; it made her shudder with anticipation. Vasily's fingers crawled up her back. With almost a delicate touch, he tugged at the robe, the soft, slippery silk sliding off her smooth shoulders, revealing her honey-milk skin. As he pasted more kisses on her collarbone, Carie looked down and watched as his hands came around and undid the sash. The robe opened up further, falling past her nude, round breasts, the sleeves bunching at the bend of her elbows. The look of admiration in his blue eyes was clear as he feasted them on her lovely white bosom. Vasily wasted little time and moved right in, claiming a pert, round breast with his hungry mouth. Carie hitched and gasped with each stiff flick of his tongue against her aching nipple. A large hand covered her other breast, massaging it, rolling the chestnut-hued nipple between his rough fingers. As the sizzling sensations coursed through her and upon her, Carie twisted and strained at his every touch. She clutched her hand around the back of his head, her other one pressed against his shoulder and chest; every part of the Russian stud was solid and strong, not the least of which was the hard muscle now throbbing against her. Suddenly, his hands slipped back around her bottom. With incredible ease, he sat up from the chair, lifting Carie up in his arms. He pivoted around and lowered her back down onto the chair, kneeling on the floor between her legs as he did so. Carie gulped and gasped in a vein effort to regain her composure. She couldn't even sit upright in the chair, her bottom sliding to the edge. She looked down through her parted robe, past her shimmering breasts and her hitching belly, to Vasily's blue eyes narrowed and focused. With a brisk yank, he slipped off her panties and dropped them to the floor. They were joined by her clashing rainbow socks. He arched his left brow sharply as he looked up at Carie. “No need for shave for you, huh?” he remarked with a cut-glass grin. Carie shrugged sheepishly. She breathed, “Yeah, well I...uhh!” Vasily cut her off with a quick slick of his tongue up along her clean line. Gripping the seat of the chair to steady her quivering body, Carie blurted out, “I-I've had a lot...uhh!...a lot of practice...ahh!...lately! Uhh!” Having managed to force out the satisfying quip, Carie caved to the deliciously unwavering pleasuring from Vasily's nimble and lively tongue. His forearm held her thighs apart as his fingers joined in on the fun, spreading her delicate skin, and exposing the tantalizing pink flesh below. His tongue swirled and stroked her, working slowly up to her clit. He took his time nipping and teasing her tingling hood with his lips, tongue, and teeth. A finger slid into her, wriggling deep inside before coming out glistening and moist, before gliding in and out with steady strokes. Carie's rose-shaped lips rounded wide, her cheeks blazing crimson. She grasped at Vasily's head, cursing that he no longer had anything there to tangle her fingers into. If it wasn't for him bracing her against the chair, she was certain she would have just trembled right off onto the floor. “Oh God! Ahh! Mmm!” she moaned her encouragement. Biting down on her lower lip for a moment, she held her breath then suddenly loosed a slow, straining cry, “Ah-ahh!” She shuddered repeatedly, feeling her wetness drip down her crotch and thigh, a look of satisfying release on her glowing, shiny face. Through glassy eyes, she managed to tilt her head and steal a look downward. As he continued to suck and slick her, one of his hands had moved to his crotch. With his pants pulled down his waist, she could see his large hand working his shaft with vigour, steeling it to a rigid and ample length. A pang of nervous apprehension swelled in her comparatively petite body. Once again Vasily caught her staring. Grinning, he leaned back on his knees and then stood up. His pants dropped to his ankles. Carie sat up and found herself looking straight at his cock. As he moved toward her, it waved with a mesmerizing motion. Almost instinctively, she reached up and steadied it with her hands, wrapping her fingers and palm around it. She felt Vasily's hands on her head and shoulder, pulling her in. His coaxing probably wasn't really necessary anyway. With a flick of her tongue, she licked the dome of his cock, sliding around the head round-and-round until it was slick with her saliva. Pulling back for a moment to moisten her lips, she opened wide and leaned forward to take him in. His length filled her mouth, pushing the back of her throat. Soon Carie's jaw and face moved forward, upward, and back with a supple rhythm. She hummed and gasped, enjoying the taste and feel of his hard flesh in her mouth. She pulled him out and explored his length with her tongue from the tip to his warm sack, feeling every vein surging with his blood. As Carie continued to work Vasily's cock, she felt his hands slide down and have their pleasure with her breasts. He gently rubbed and pinched her tender nipples eliciting a sweet moan from deep within her chest. She felt electric all over as she dropped a hand between her thighs and played with her moistened petals. A taste of thick, bitter spunk dripped onto her tongue. She sucked on his head, drawing a bit more and swallowing it down her gullet. With that, Vasily withdrew from Carie's dripping mouth. He plucked her up from the chair, carrying her in his strong arms. Not for long, though, as he just pivoted and turned and dropped her onto the sofa. With one glance into his eyes, the blue alight with intensity and fire, she knew the fine subtleties of their encounter were about to be tossed aside like his shirt and her panties. Vasily moved and positioned her on the cushions like how an over-stimulated child plays with a doll, unsure of even where to begin. Carie was pulled with her back low on the sofa, firm hands raising her her legs up and pushing them back with her knees almost by her chin. Vasily knelt down and licked her exposed slit, the familiar feel of his long, wet tongue drawing more gasps and groans from her. Carie was going crazy now. She had been preparing to take his shaft into her for the last few minutes and now she felt like she was shifting gears again as his tongue brought her to the brink once more. As if on mental cue, Vasily shifted his position, rising steadily up over Carie's body, kissing her tummy, licking her belly button, sucking hungrily on each of her jiggling breasts. His broad shoulder propped her legs up now and suddenly she felt his stiff cock sliding around her crotch and belly. Carie reached up, gasping and swallowing her breaths, and stroked his clean shaven face. It felt so smooth, so soft. She did that; with a straight-blade nonetheless. Amazing. “UH-ahh!” She moaned. Vasily pushed past her slit, spreading her open, taking his time to sink his throbbing length deep into Carie. Her brows pinching towards one another, her mouth slipping open, her cheeks flushed, Carie gazed up with her anxious brown eyes at Vasily as she felt him break into his strong, rigid thrusts. Everything tightened --her fingers, her belly, her toes that shook in the air-- as she clenched around his surging cock, feeling his hardened warmth with her soft inner flesh. “Oh! Oh God! Vasily! Va-ahh!” she cooed as she shook on the cushions. She could see him grit his teeth, grunting through them, as he worked himself into a frenzy, driving deeper, harder, his balls slapping against her. Vasily leaned back. Carie's legs relaxed and dropped. He pulled her from the sofa and the two of them slid onto the rug on the floor. Within a moment, Carie was riding Vasily, the tall man prone with his back on the floor. She leaned back hands on his knees, arching her limber body seductively. Her hips bucked and circled with a lovely rhythm, grinding his pulsating shaft deeper and deeper, nudging all the right spots within. Vasily reached upward, his big hands full of her soft, warm breasts. “Yeah, bay-bee!” he groaned. Carie managed a grin as she looked up at the ceiling. That accent of his was so ridiculous yet so hot! She threw herself forward, hands on his chest, as she leaned in and sucked his mouth into hers. Her tongue shot forward and collided with his, dancing and tangling together with abandon. Her undulating rhythm never ceased. Vasily's hands clamped down on her back and round ass, shoving her down as he cranked his crotch upward, crashing their bodies together, flexing his hard cock within her. Probing fingers crawled their way along her bottom, slid between her moist cheeks, and then fingered her anus. “Mmm! Ahh! Oh fuck!” Carie raised her head and cried out. She rarely ever ever felt that sex warranted an f-bomb. This was a Sunday for firsts, though. A few minutes later, it was her turn to lie on the floor, a sofa cushion at her head, and Vasily behind her on his side. Her leg swung back over his arm as Carie pressed her thighs apart, he teased her with the tip of his cock circling her opening. Through dreamy eyes she looked up at him. He was grinning back at her. After months of nothing but unmoved glances, he suddenly couldn't stop showing her his teeth. “I like when how you say 'fuck',” he said. Carie frowned. Breathing heavily she replied, “Really? Think you can get me to say it again?” Vasily's cock slipped through his fingers and delved one more into Carie. “Oh! Oh...fu-yeah!” Carie groaned. Again, she relished small victories. The two of them were glistening with perspiration as they entangled themselves on the floor during their heated session,. Carie's dark hair splayed across the cushion. The sound of the reckless colliding of flesh-on-flesh filled the apartment. Once Vasily was on his knees, anchoring her thighs with his arms, shaking Carie with his rapid fire thrusts, she could admire his muscular frame working in overdrive liking an elite engine; everything was built, honed, and tuned for moments like this. His smooth scalp was dripping sweat, falling from his chin onto her thighs and belly. A look of ferocious concentration lit up his handsome, sharp face. Growls of pleasure emanated from his gut and unexpectedly filled Carie with intense satisfaction. Her supple, slender body was just as capable as his for these rigorous sessions it seemed. Vasily braced her leg against his chest, kissing her ankle, pointing her toes straight up to the ceiling. He pushed her other leg aside, spreading her further before filling her with more unimpeded thrusts. Each powerful surge raised Carie's buttocks higher and higher off the floor, arching her slender back into the most exsquisite bow. “Ahh! Hahn!” Carie moaned. She closed her eyes and curled her lips into her mouth, biting on them. She spat out, “Ohh...fuck!” She didn't open her eyes. She knew Vasily was smiling. Fuck him. too. Strong hands gripped her once more, pulling her to her knees. Vasily spread her legs out from behind and then rolled his hips, driving into her again. He held her arms from behind and shook her with fervour. “Ahh! Ahh!” Carie's mouth was stretched open, gasping for air even as she breathed streams of it out of her lungs with every groan she uttered. As best as she could, she raised her head. Hair not stuck to her face from perspiration fell to the side. She could feel her breasts swirling and jiggling freely in the air as Vasily rocked her from behind. His hands tightened around her arms. “Huhn! Huhn! Fuck! Carie! Yeah!” Vasily's coarse grunts flew past her ears. He was straining, she could tell. They were reaching their apex with a glorious surge. They raced to the finish as they had begun: Carie on her back, bent at her stomach, legs pushed towards her head and braced by Vasily's shining upper body. They stared at each other with a vicious intensity as he poured on his final potent thrusts. His sweat dripped freely onto her face while her breaths blew across his. “Ohh! Ahh! Fuck!” Carie groaned and threw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut. She felt her whole body clench before an almost painful flood of satisfaction spilled from her. She covered Vasily's shaft with her wetness. Seconds later, the big man rolled back. Once again holding a leg against his chest, he pulled out his swollen, slicked cock. He chest was heaving, his face pink, and his mouth dropping open as he worked his shaft in his hand. Carie opened her eyes just as Vasily shot out a stream of sticky white cream, splashing it across her belly and onto the bottom of her breasts. He groaned with delirious delight as he jetted another line of rich spunk, pasting her crotch and thighs. Carie felt his fluids slipping over her body, almost immediately feeling cool on her overheated skin. She blinked, her breath slowly recovering, gazing at the ceiling. Her fingers slid across her belly, pushing through Vasily's abundant cum, before slowly moving to her crotch. She ached and tingled down there; her whole body felt the same. It felt wonderful. Vasily slid down beside her on the floor. He kissed her shoulder and stroked her arm with the back of his hand. Carie grinned. Such a gentle lamb now that the bear has had his meal. It was almost noon by the time Vasily was making his way out of her apartment. So much for a lazy Sunday morning. As he opened the door, Carie cinched up her robe. Suddenly, she patted down her pockets, and frowned. “Vasily,” she said, suspicious, “Where's the ticket?” “Hmm?” Vasily said, standing in the hallway. She eyed him. “You know....the tee-kit?” Innocently, Vasily pulled the Chez Carie ticket out from his pants pocket. “My tee-kit?” he asked. Carie snatched it from his hand. “My ticket,” she corrected. She tore it in half and held it up with a taunting grin. “All services rendered, yes?” “But...” “Bye-bye, Boris!” Carie waved then shut the door. Two days later, after going to bed, Carie awoke to the sound of some sort of scratching on the door of her apartment. She clambered out of bed, slipped on her robe and shuffled in her rainbow socks to the front. Peering through the peep-hole she saw...nothing. Was she dreaming? Zombies? Whatever reason, she opened it anyway and peeked around both sides of the hallway. It was empty. Before going back in, she noticed someone had left a post-it note on her door. It smelled like vodka. The printing on it was terrible. The grammar was a step below that. “Come to Vasily's Lounge. Only deal for woman in apartment eight. Ticket is good for six massages generously for free. Big hands. Big everything! Try Vasily's Special. You come 24/7 including Christmas. We make satisfaction for sure!” Carie bit down on her lower lip but couldn't hide her grin. She gave apartment seven a telling glance then, after pocketing her tee-kit, she closed her door. Shuffling back to bed, she reminded herself to cancel her plans for next Sunday morning.

Saturday Night at the Opal Hotel's Blue Note Bar & Lounge “Cock size,” Mia said, unflinching as if she had just ordered a Coke. The guy seated across from her wearing the suede vest and grey tam –what was up with that, by the way?-- sputtered his water back into his glass. Wiping the dribble from the bottom of his lip, he coughed, “I...what? Seriously?” Mia shrugged her shoulder and popped her eyebrow. “Yeah, of course.” The guy blinked. He asked, “Cock size? Just like that? That's what you have to say is what's most important to you in a life partner?” “More like ON a life partner,” she explained, “Wouldn't make sense if it was IN him now, would it?” He sat back in his chair, shaking his head slightly, shooing away the fly of disbelief. Mia leaned forward, poking up her eyeglasses and narrowing her lids around her round, dark eyes. “Look...uh,” she squinted at the tag on the guy's vest, “Number 12?” “Arye,” he offered. “Arye,” she nodded, easing herself back in the chair, “That's what all these girls want.” The two of them paused to scan all the women seated in the lounge. When she was sure their eyes had reconnected, Mia held up her hands about a foot apart. “We all want a big, thick, long, black cock to suck on,” she declared, accentuating every adjective through a lurid little sneer on her ruby lips. “Really?” Arye responded flatly, incredulous. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah,” Mia nodded in the affirmative, taking up her cocktail glass and having a sip. “Well, I guess I can't really help you with the 'black' part,” he sighed, unconsciously giving his pale, pink cheek a little scratch. Mia arched her left brow sharply high above her eyeglasses. She eyed him and said, “Really? Are you saying you fulfill the other criteria?” “What?” Arye said, caught off guard again, “No. I mean...look, I'm just a bit surprised you would be so...uh,” “Shallow?” Mia grinned. “No,” Arye corrected, holding up his hands as he back-pedaled, “I wasn't going to say that.” He was going to say that. Mia could see a tiny little bead of sweat appear underneath the lid of that silly tam of his. “I was going to say,” he spoke slowly, “I wasn't expecting you to be so upfront about something like that. You don't look like a person who would be so...” “Whorish?” “Abrupt.” Mia closed her eyes and sighed. She checked her watch, then looked at him like a frontline nurse consoling an injured soldier. She took a deep breath, peered over the rim of her glasses, then said, “Arye, that's the nature of this soiree, isn't? 8 minutes. That's not much time at all. So many guys here, so much potential, but only 8 minutes with each of them. It's all about speed and efficiency.” She slapped the back of one hand into the palm of the other. “Speed and efficiency.” After another quick breath she continued, “A girl has to get her priorities in order and out there. You asked me what I want in a...'life partner'. Thank you for getting right down to the nitty-gritty. So for life, Arye? I want a big cock...for life. My life partner may eventually become a wrinkled carcass of a vegetable sucking porridge trough a straw in a hospital bed, but as long as I can spit out my dentures and get my pink gums around his meaty length of Oktoberfest sausage, I will be a happy woman. Oh, and a healthy inheritance, of course. I need to be well kept.” Mia settled once more against the back of her chair. Arye replied by turning into a mannequin. She took a moment to look behind him, to another couple at a table across the floor of the lounge. The woman at that table didn't break away from her conversation but did manage to make eye contact with Mia and give her a wink and broadened her smile. Well, at least her friend seemed to be enjoying herself. Mia returned her attention to Arye, still a flabbergasted mess. She cocked her head. Damn. Maybe she broke him. As she was about to snap him out of it, the angelic chime of a porter bell interrupted the room. “Time's up once again, ladies and gentlemen,” an energetic, attractive red-head declared as she strode to the center of the room. She spun on her stilettos and clasped her hands together. “Believe it or not, we've reached half-time already. Let's take 20 minutes to reset and refresh. Gentlemen, readjust your collars, and ladies, powder your noses. Grab yourselves another drink. Then it's on to Round 2!” A gentle but steady murmur rose through the dark cocktail lounge as 12 couples got up, some more readily than others. Mia brushed the skirt of her black dress back towards her knees and then picked up her purse and her 'dance card'. She held out her hand as she got up. “It was really nice talking with you, Arye,” she said. “Oh, yeah. Me too,” he said, still in his chair. They shook hands. His was a bit clammy. Speaking with a genuine and softer voice, Mia added, “I think you're a nice guy, Arye. Well, from what I can tell in 8 minutes, anyway. I hope you'll find a nice 'life partner'. Good luck. Oh, but lose the cap.” Those were the only truthful words she had said to him in the 8 minutes they shared. What stunned her was how straight a face she had maintained while doing so. She was sure she was pushing it when she quickly tacked on the old 'inheritance' schtick. Yet after six 8-minute 'speed dates' so far, it wasn't surprising to her how easily the lies came to keep herself amused. She walked directly to the bar, polished off her cocktail, then promptly asked for another. God bless half-off ladies night. As she leaned against the bar rail, another bare arm brushed up against hers. It was Sylvie, her sometimes good friend. Right now, she had a tickling urge to dunk her freckled, pixie face into a toilet. “Hello Number 7,” she said, tilting her chin towards her name tag. “Hey! How's it going?” Sylvie asked, so giddy she was almost breathless. Mia took a hard swig from her glass, gulped and replied, “Oh Lord! I am having the BEST time. I just can't stand it. Bartender, keep them coming!” Sylvie, the decidedly shorter of the two, rolled her eyes. “Oh, dear,” she exclaimed, slightly deflated, “It's not going well, is it? I'm sorry I dragged you along.” Mia shook her head. “This night's not about me, it's about you. I'm here for you.” Sylvie smiled and gave her a hug, pressing her cheek against Mia's smooth shoulder. “Thanks, Mia,” she cooed. Giving Sylvie a reassuring pat on her head, Mia said, “I'm here for you...and dinner at Portabello's next Friday.” Sylvie gave her an extra squeeze and the two of them shared a laugh. “So, any potential Mr.Right's?” Mia asked. “Maybe. I don't know.” Sylvie's face twisted into a frown. “It's so hard. Only 8 minutes to talk to a guy. It's crazy.” “Tell me about it,” Mia concurred, “How's a girl supposed to get a guy's bank account number in that time?” It was the first time either them had tried a speed dating night. Really, it was Sylvie's idea. Mia came to support her and for the half-price drinks. Mia picked up Sylvie's 'dance card' from the counter. Each person marked down the numbers of people with whom they would like to continue contact. At the end of the night, the host –the red-head-- collected the cards, matched up the numbers, then gave the contact info to the corresponding guests. It seemed simple, but even that was a grueling a process for Mia. “You marked down three numbers already?” Mia said, “Batting .500. You're doing well.” “Doesn't mean they wrote down my number on their cards,” Sylvie shrugged. “Every man should be writing down your number,” Mia said. Sylvie smiled. “I knew there was a reason I brought you along. You're the best!” “I am.” “But, I don't have to treat you if I get you hooked up tonight, though.” “Fat chance,” Mia puffed, but then she smiled at her friend, “Thanks for the thought, but just worry about yourself, m'kay?” Mia always felt protective of her. Small, cute, eager and earnest like a puppy, Sylvie sometimes seemed a bit too naïve and innocent. “So how about you?” Sylvie asked as she snatched up her card from the bar counter. She was disappointed to see it was still blank. “Nothing?” “I told you, I'm not here for myself,” Mia noted. “I know, but come on, Mia,” Sylvie encouraged, “There's actually a lot of good-looking guys here, surprisingly. And you're looking so fine tonight! I'm sure several of them have written your number down on their cards.” “Oh, I don't know about that.” Mia bit her lower lip and looked aside sheepishly. Her penchant all night for “little white lies” had possibly prevented her Number 13 from appearing on any potential suitor's cards. In one case, she was fortunate the guy didn't call 911. “I'm not really interested in finding a Mr.Right, Sylvie,” Mia said, “I just don't have much time for that these days.” Sylvie grinned and offered Mia a leery glance of her emerald eyes. “Okay fine,” she said teased, “So how about a little Mr.Right Now?” Mia paused for a moment before replying, refusing to be baited. “No,” she said, deliberately forming her lips as she spoke, “I'm not here for that either.” She gazed at the swirling liquor in her glass. Sylvie eased back and softened her grin. “I know,” she said, “I'm just kidding. I just want you to have some fun. You should relax.” “I'm relaxed.” “Just let go once in a while,” Sylvie added, “Sometimes I worry about you.” “Hey. Who's here to support who?” Mia remarked. “Just do your thing here tonight, okay? Find a guy. Get married. Have some kids. See you same time next week.” “Okay. Don't blame me for trying,” Sylvie sighed. Each of them took another sip from their glasses. “I'm going to go to the ladies' room,” Sylvie said, “You want to come?” Mia shook her head. “I'm good.” With Sylvie gone, Mia had a moment to collect herself. She didn't know why this whole idea of dating made her neck hairs bristle. Her sometimes snarky, sometimes aloof, sometimes bitchy attitude towards relationships she put on display this night was really just a reflection of how she had been feeling in general lately. She gazed into the mirror across the bar behind all the colourful bottles. Staring back at her was a young woman, clearly not unattractive but something not quite right. She stood up straight and flicked and crimped some wave back into her long raven hair, brushing one side of it back over her bare white shoulder. She adjusted her glasses, the top of the rims just above her eye-line for that intellectually suggestive look. A quick inspection of her short, black cocktail dress reaffirmed that it was the right choice to show off her yoga enhanced physique. She was dressed for an evening of man-hunting, and this particular game park appeared to be well-stocked. So why did she feel like she'd rather be at home eating a bowl of cold cereal? The carousel nature of the speed dating event definitely didn't help things. She felt like she was at a conveyor belt sushi restaurant, except she wasn't sure who was the raw fish going around in circles: the men or her. She was sure that if she could get past that plodding visual, she would find some of the guys to be rather attractive. But then there was that notion of actually dating. What if she did end up matched up with a guy? The thought of having to go through the rigors of dating –the phone calls, the meet ups, the obligatory hugs and kisses, the “okay, now is a good time” sex-- just didn't appeal to her at all. Not at this point in her life, anyway. So when, poor Number 12, Arye, brought up the notion of “life partners”, she couldn't help but feel like her powder keg had been lit. Mia leaned against the bar once more and looked towards the ladies' washrooms. Sylvie was still in there. What was taking her so long? She smirked to herself. “Maybe she's right,” she mused. Maybe she really could just use a Mr.Right Now, though she was a little shocked her sweet and innocent friend would suggest something like a One Night Stand. Still, the idea of it undeniably kindled a small spark in her otherwise cold heart and belly. No way she was going to even joke about that with Sylvie – the poor girl would likely go into shock. She was also certain that there wouldn't be a man in the lounge this night who could even stir that pot within her. She looked upwards contemplatively for a moment, the grinned and snickered, “Nope, Mia. Your panties are still as dry as a desert.” “Whose panties are what?” Sylvie asked, sidling up to her at the bar. Mia shirked aside slightly, unaware her friend had returned. “What? Oh...ah...” The little porter bell dinged again. The hostess returned to the center of the floor and clapped her hands. “Alright, ladies and gents,” she announced, “I hope you've recharged and refocused. It's time for the second half of tonight's event! Still lots of people to meet, so I hope you haven't completely filled up your cards yet!” No worries about that, Mia thought. “Ladies take your seats,” the hostess directed, “Men, you're rotating to your left, counter-clockwise.” “And the carousel continues,” Mia muttered. “Okay, back to the mines,” Sylvie chirped. “Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho,” Mia joked, “Oh, don't lean in too close to Number 16. He smells like an Old Spice truck rolled over him.” Sylvie pawed at her arm. “And you try not to scare too many of the guys permanently off women,” she scolded playfully. The men and women moved through the lounge like football players taking to the field. Mia resumed her seat and steeled herself for what was to come during the next hour. She tried to settle herself into the suede bucket chair, but just couldn't find a perfectly comfortable position. Finally she just settled with the standard demure pose: legs crossed, one hand on her lap, the other perched on the armrest. Another deep breath and she was as ready as she could be. Bring it on. A tall, lanky, blonde-haired man wearing tan pants and a blue dress-shirt -- I.T. Chic-- stepped up to the chair across from her. He flashed a very wide, toothy smile and said, “Hi, I think I'm at the right place.” “That makes one of us,” Mia replied. The man chuckled hesitantly. Inwardly, Mia scolded herself. Snarky-bitch mode was not a good way to begin. She didn't want to believe she could be such a cruel person. She managed a warmer smile and said, “Sorry. I mean, I think you're also supposed to start here, as well. Please, have a seat.” That seemed to relax him a bit. “Great,” he replied, “My name's Brad.” As he pulled the chair back, though, another man came up and also put his hand on the chair and on Brad's back. “I am very sorry, my friend. I believe this is where I'm supposed to be,” he said. With mirroring confused looks, Mia and Brad paused and frowned at the man. He looked much more reassured than either of them, a confident look in his dark eyes and a steady smile on his full lips. Brad looked toward Mia but all she could offer were raised eyebrows and a telepathic response of “Don't look at me. I have no idea.” “Uh...no, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to start here,” Brad said, his hand still on the chair. The other man also kept his hand on the chair, his expression unfazed and calm, dark black brows settling over the cool whites of his eyes. “I believe you are wrong, my friend,” he said, simply. Mia sat frozen, only her eye shifting between the two men. Brad released the chair first and stood tall, obviously trying to use his height to press his point. It didn't work. Not only was the man almost his equal in height, it was obvious he was built more solidly beneath his burgundy shirt and grey blazer. And he continued to regard him stoically, like a big dog staring down a puppy. “We're supposed to go counter-clockwise,” Brad said, motioning his finger in circles. “Ah well, there you are,” the other man exclaimed. He pointed to his wrist. “I am not wearing a watch.” Brad frowned. Mia couldn't stop the edge of her lip from curling up into an impish smile. “No. Look you have to...” Brad started to say but was interrupted by the dinging porter bell. “The gentlemen at table 6,” the hostess called out, “Can you please find your seats so we may get started?” While Brad looked over to the hostess, Mia and the other man took the opportunity to make eye contact. He winked at her. That simple gesture definitely flicked at something deep down inside of her but she couldn't say that it didn't make her feel uneasy. Brad turned back to the man and opened his mouth to say something, but instead the man spoke, “Alright, the thing is that my time tonight is short and I may be leaving very soon. I would just like the opportunity to meet with this young lady before I go. I believe you will be staying here for the entire night, yes?” Brad hesitantly nodded. “Then, my friend, I'm sure you will eventually...'counter-clockwise'...back into this chair, yes?” the man remarked, “All I am asking for is my moment with her, a fair chance. Can you begrudge me that?” “Gentlemen?” the hostess called to them again. Brad was already teetering. Mia decided to give him a little push. “He's right, Brad,” she said, “We'll get a chance to speak. Everyone spends time together, right?” While unable to hide his annoyance, Brad finally relented. “Okay...if you're alright with that.” “I'm okay with it,” she replied, hoping Brad hadn't noticed her eyes remained on the other man the entire time. The man offered his hand to Brad which was accepted begrudgingly. He even patted him on the back as he walked away. Then he took his seat across from Mia, leaning forward, elbows on his lap, hands clasped together beneath his chin. Mia almost could hear the mental sound of a “click” as his eyes locked onto hers. Dark ebony skinned and handsome, and exuding confidence, her own eyes, though looking less assured, were also fixed upon him. Her lips ebbed into a smile, belying the nerves in her belly evoked by him. The porter bell rang again. Time to begin. Mia still hadn't moved much, stuck in that ridiculous pose she had assumed since taking her seat. As the man continued to hold her in his cool, calm, undeniably magnetic gaze, she felt like a deer in headlights. 10 seconds ticked by and neither had said anything. She finally opened her mouth, still unsure of what she was actually going to say. “My suite number is 3208,” he spoke first. Mia stopped, her mouth hanging ajar. For a few precious seconds, it felt like a small rock was caught in her throat, but she finally managed to jump-start her brain enough to blurt, “What?” “In the hotel above us,” he said, lifting his eyes upwards for a moment, “Suite number 3208.” Mia scrunched her trimmed brows sharply down towards her nose. “Yes, I heard you the first time. Why would...?” “Because you don't want to be here.” Mia was speechless. “So you will be in my room in....let's say 20 minutes,” he said. Was that a request or a command? His voice, laced with an Hispanic accent, was as steady and intense as the rain. It was impossible for Mia to read the man beyond the words he spoke to her, and those were so stark and blunt, she couldn't believe what she thought he was suggesting. She swallowed then said, “To do what?” She hoped he was kidding, and decided to play along. Shadows appeared on the man's dark face accentuating strong, sharp features on his smooth, dark caramel skin. “So many things come to mind,” he replied. Mia tilted her chin away slightly, but didn't take her eyes off of him. They stayed on the man as she quickly readjusted her glasses which had slipped down her nose and then brushed back her hair over her shoulder with one deft motion. Truthfully, according to the rules of the event, she should have screamed “foul!” and had the man kicked out for such a proposal. But, for reasons she didn't want to entertain at the moment, she didn't do that. Good or bad, he managed to stir something in her. Instead, she cleared her throat and said, “Whatever comes to mind? Does that mean you have a bowling alley in your room because I really feel like I could go ten frames right about now.” That managed to draw an inner laugh and grin from the man. Good. She wanted to turn the tables a bit. “Do you have a name other than number 26?” Mia asked. Still grinning, the man leaned back into his chair. “Miguel,” he offered. “Miguel? Hello, my name is Mia,” she said, “See? This is how it's supposed to go. We say hello, introduce ourselves, then chat each other up, ask questions, and find a connection. Like...like our names: Miguel and Mia. Can't go wrong with alliterative names.” The man nodded, stroking his fingers down the sides of his impeccably sculpted goatee, a bemused expression on his face. “Very well, Mia,” he said, “What would you need to know?” Mia's eyes narrowed, and her head lowered, a flash of white reflecting in her glasses. Finally, she felt back on track. “That's a nice accent you have,” she noted, “Where do you come from?” “You need to know this?” he asked, “This is important?” Mia frowned and shrugged, “Sure it is. I have this bias against creatures not of this planet.” “Alright,” he agreed, “I live in the Dominican.” Mia cocked her head, curious. “You 'live'...?” she started, “Do you mean you're only visiting the country?” Miguel nodded. “I finished my business in the city this week. I fly out tomorrow morning.” She shook her head quickly. “Then what are you doing at a speed dating event?” He held out his large hands to his sides. “I am looking for a date,” he replied with a cool lilt in his deep voice, “Just for this evening.” Once more, Mia caught herself with her lips ajar, his words rattling around in her head for a second. Flatly she said, “You know, there are places in the city you can pay for that.” “That's not the type of company I am looking for,” he said without missing a beat. Mia mustered a stern tone in her voice, replying, “I'm not the company you're looking for.” “Yes,” Miguel corrected, “You most certainly are.” “You're mistaken.” Mia still couldn't look away from him, as if keeping her eyes on him would keep him at bay. “People here tonight are looking for lasting relationships, not some one night stand.” “All of them?” “Most of them.” “Not you, though,” Miguel suggested. “How would you know?” she asked, “You think staring at me that way allows you to read my mind?” “This big,” Miguel held his hands up and apart in front of her. Mia's brows knitted together. “What are you...?” “My size,” Miguel said. Mia felt the blood rush through her, tweaking a pink glow on her cheeks. “I also understand that you have a fetish for dwarves, that you have orgasms whenever you wash your dishes, that you live with over a dozen cats, and you may have killed at least two of your past boyfriends accidentally with cleaning detergent in their meals,” Miguel said. Mia chewed her lower lip. So apparently some of the men were sharing info during the break. Once again, Miguel leaned forward in his chair. “You don't want a relationship. You're telling false stories instead, trying to get through each 8 minute date,” he said, his voice low, knowing, cajoling, “Yet you continue to participate when you could have just walked away. Why?” “I'm...I'm only here to support my friend,” Mia answered, breathless. She could feel herself breathing more deeply now, her chest rising and falling unsteadily. Slowly Miguel shook his head. “You could have just sat at the bar and waited,” he continued, “But here you are, meeting men you care nothing about, answering and asking questions you care nothing about. And now I sit here before you, my intentions laid out and clear, breaking the rules. I see you shifting uneasily in your chair, keeping your eyes upon me like a prey upon a predator.” Her heart beat was as erratic as his voice was rhythmic and steady. Miguel pressed further, “All you need do, Mia, is raise your hand, call over the hostess and have me removed from these premises. It's very easy. Yet, you don't.” Mia swallowed again and licked the inside of her lips. “I still can,” she breathed. “You won't,” he replied. Miguel stretched out his wide, pink-brown lips, and narrowed his eyes upon her. “For the two of us, isn't tonight truly about speed and no consequences? We don't require mindless details to remember for days to come. It's all about tonight. It's all about what we experience now. No promises to break for the future.” Mia felt like she was on fire. It may have been the alcohol, but his words and the cocksure way he delivered them were incendiary. How long had they been talking? 8 minutes may as well have been 8 hours, the way her mind felt so tossed at the moment. And all the while he made his illicit proposal to her, she couldn't take her damn eyes off of him. She watched as he reached forward across the small cocktail table, and gently touched her knee, then caressed it slowly. Another rule broken. He was daring her to look away, daring her to call the hostess. “You are intrigued, are you not?” She said nothing. “Very well,” Miguel said, sitting back in his chair. He raised his hand. The hostess came over to their table. “Yes? I was about to ring the bell in about 30 seconds.” “Thank you,” Miguel stood up, adjusted his jacket and took the hand of the hostess, “I have spoken to whom I wanted to speak to and said all I wanted to say. This has been a most enjoyable evening.” “Oh, but we're not done yet,” the hostess said anxiously, looking back and forth to Mia and Miguel. “We're about to rotate...” “Yes, counter-clockwise. Unfortunately I left my watch in my room,” he said and turned back to Mia smiling almost boyishly, “I'm sorry, I can't resist recycling jokes.” “But...” “Buenas noches,” Miguel said, addressing the hostess. Again he saved the last words for Mia: “Hasta pronto, Mia. Chau.” With that, he walked out of the lounge, the hostess only taking a half-step to try to stop him. “Maybe...I guess, I'll have one of the ladies sit out each rotation,” the hostess thought aloud to know one in particular. Certainly Mia hadn't been paying attention to her. Her eyes were still tethered to the chair where Miguel had been sitting, like some elusive spectral image of the man were still there, holding her attention with his vice like words and eyes. She finally had to close her eyes to try to break the image. Yet the moment she did, it unexpectedly heightened her awareness of her pounding heart, her quickened breaths, and the heat and electricity churning deep down in her trembling gut. She shifted in her seat, and noted the dampness high along her inner thighs. A nagging longing ached through her body. “Oh...Mia,” she murmured, clasping the sides of her head, “Mia. Mia. Mia. What the devil are you thinking?” The porter bell rang. She opened her eyes. She still saw Miguel seated there. Damn. “Hey. Hello again,” Brad said, taking his seat across from her, “Take two, huh?” At first, Mia didn't flinch, but finally she blinked and shook her head like snapping out of a hypnotic funk. “I'm...sorry,” she mumbled, “Who are you?” He frowned, grinning awkwardly. He pointed to himself and said, “Brad. We just met a few minutes ago before that guy came.” Mia nodded slowly as she looked away towards the lounge's exit. “Oh yeah, that guy.” Once more the bell rang. Rubbing his hands together, Brad said, “Shall we begin? I don't want to waste another minute getting to know you.” “No...I don't want to waste another minute, either,” Mia said still looking away. “Great,” he said, “So, then, how's it going?” “Hmm? Going?” Mia replied, turning to him, yet looking past him. She nodded, “Yes. Sorry. I have to get going now.” Brad watched her as she picked up her purse and stand up. “Uh, wait. What? You're leaving?” “Yes,”she said, regaining some of her awareness, “Oh, I'm so sorry Brad. I lied about spending some time with you...and about my dwarf fetish, and orgasms, and your cock size...” “My...'cock size'?” Brad parroted. She slid past him and patted him on the shoulder. “At least you don't have to worry about me killing you with my cooking.” Leaving him behind to mull over her cryptic words, Mia walked towards the exit. She managed to catch the eye of Sylvie. As she passed her table, she fanned herself with her hand and mouthed the words, “I need some air.” Sylvie simply smiled and winked. As she got to the door, she was intercepted by the hostess, who asked earnestly, “Is there anything the matter?” “Yes. I'm sorry. I'm suddenly feeling very warm,” she explained, “I think I drank too much. I could use some air.” The hostess rolled her eyes in mild frustration. Suddenly her clients were all abandoning ship. “Why don't you go ahead and put the next woman who was supposed to spend time with Miguel with Brad over there?” Mia suggested. She already began to make her way past the hostess as soon as she had spoken. In her mind, as soon as she made her way to the hotel lobby, she turned right and headed out the doors and stepped onto the streets where the fresh air would fill her lungs and clear her head of any nonsense and confusion. A little while later, she would be at home, curled up in her bed, sheets over her head, and a pillow crushed between her thighs. In her mind. Reality betrayed her however, and she suddenly realized she was not only at the elevators, but at some point she had pressed the button. 21...20...19...18..she looked up at the floor display as the elevator descended. She checked her watch. She would be early. ...14...13...12... “You're really going to do this?” she thought fervently to herself, closing her eyes. ...8...7...6... “Just how big did he say he was?” ...3…2... “Ding!” The docile chime snapped at her like a whip and she opened her eyes with a gasp. The doors slid open. “Hello, Mia,” Miguel said, standing in the elevator car before her. Time seemed to suspend itself for a moment. Mia heard her own heart beat and breaths. “Oh God,” she whispered. She felt like she was falling backwards in slow motion. A large, dark-skinned hand snatched her wrist and pulled her into the elevator. Suddenly time not only had sped up, it went into overdrive. Miguel spun her around, pressing her back against the rear wall of the elevator. His large, smothering lips were upon her even before the doors finished sliding shut. Mia didn't have a moment to think. Her body went into automatic trying to find a steady position, her high heels sliding on the floor. She needn't worry about that, though, Miguel had a firm hold of her hips as he pressed himself upon her. He wouldn't let her fall. Her hands moved from his chest to his shoulders, then reached up around the back of his neck, holding him close as voracious, hungry kisses enveloped her mouth. With one leg stretched out, the other drew itself up against the side of his leg. Miguel assisted her, pulling her thigh up high, pressing his hand against it upward, squeezing her smooth flesh, and wrapping back around her firm bottom. For a few sizzling seconds, Mia lost herself to the heat of the moment. Everything about this man was strong: his lips, his arms, his hands, his chest...his desire. She was overwhelmed and she was barely keeping up. She fired her tongue past his broad lips into his mouth and lashed it around with his, sharing the sweet taste of saliva and alcohol. It was only when Miguel moved away from her mouth downward to suckle on her neck, did Mia realize that they weren't moving. “Uhh...Mi-Miguel,” she gasped and swallowed, “The...uhh...button...you have to press the button for the floor.” Truthfully, the man was already pushing all the right buttons. Miguel licked her throat once more then slowly stepped back. He gazed at her with a very telling, seductive smile on his lips as she leaned heavily against the elevator wall, her face flushed, her red lips parted, her bosom rising high with every quick breath. Barely glancing behind him, he reached back and pushed the button for floor 32. Mia felt the floor rise against her feet. She watched him carefully as he moved towards her in a suddenly more deliberate pace. Mia could almost describe it as a graceful swagger. His hands pressed against the mirrored wall on both sides just above her head as he continued to slowly close in on her. She rolled her eyes up to look at him. He stood there in her space, gazing down at her, seemingly inhaling her fragrance. Her heart skipped. She suddenly realized just how big and daunting this guy really was, his raw power surging upon her like a tidal wave. Yet, he managed to control his energy, angling his handsome face and inviting lips towards her in such an easy pace, it was almost cruel. By the time they came together in another slow-burn kiss and embrace, the elevator bell chimed as they arrived to floor 32. As the doors slid open, Miguel took her hand in his and led her out. Mia's steps were hesitant, her expression dreamy but his confident look assured her of one thing: she wasn't going back down to the lobby anytime soon. She followed him down the quiet hallway of the hotel, eyes always upon him. The momentary respite gave her time to face the angels and devils perched on her shoulders. Was she really about to do this? She had never done anything like this before, never thought she would be the type to have a one night stand with a complete stranger. Well, she did talk with him for 8 minutes, at least. That would just have to do. They arrived at Suite 3208. Miguel turned to face her. With one fluid motion, he slid one arm around her waist and pulled her in close, welding his mouth against hers yet again. His other hand pressed the key card to the room into her palm. Together they inserted it into the lock and shoved open the door. They stepped into the room locked in their smoldering kiss. The door closed, leaving Mia's angels and devils outside in the hallway. Only one thought remained. “Miguel,” she groaned. They rolled unsteadily along the walls of the suite's darkened foyer. Miguel's hot, rough hands were all over her, holding her face as he kissed her, pushing at her breasts, and sliding around the curves of her hips and waist. Mia sucked in air through her nose as she wrestled her tongue with his. She felt his finger tugging at her dress, cinching up the short, tight skirt above her hips, exposing the full length of her thighs and the smooth rounds of her toned bottom which he appreciatively sank his fingers into. By now her glasses had slid down to the tip of her nose and were more a nuisance than a distraction. Miguel read her mind and took them off tossing them onto a side table. At the same time, he flicked on a light switch for a small solitary lamp in the living room area of the suite, illuminating the space with a soft glow. The bedroom was separated. Both knew that they weren't going to make it to the bed. His steady hands resumed working at Mia's tingling body, sliding off her shoulder straps and unzipping her at the back. He pulled at her top and rolled her entire dress down over her hips, past her legs and all the way to the floor. He helped her step out of it while at the same time caressing her belly with his lips and tongue. Mia, with her eyes closed, sucked in her lips and braced her body against the wall as she felt him kiss, lick, and nip lower her body all over. When she felt him gnawing against the crotch of her panties, she gasped and shuddered, curling her chin towards her shoulder. Miguel rose up and stood tall before her as he took off his jacket. He burned his eyes into her while he unbuttoned his shirt. Mia's head was turned away slightly, her mouth open as she tried to steady her breaths in vain. Now dressed only in her lingerie and high heels, she watched him peel off his shirt, his muscular chest and arms practically bursting forth. He was a stallion, a hard body of carved shadow and shimmering ebony, unbridled passion and desire practically emanating from his core. And it was all about to be unleashed upon her. No sooner had that intimidating thought swept into her spinning mind did Miguel turn her around to face the wall. He leaned her forward, raising her hands over her head and holding them against the wall with the firm grip of his own hand. She soon felt his free hand explore the curves of flesh at her bottom, gliding his palm around with a silky smooth circular motion. Mia gasped and grimaced when she felt him yank at her panties, snapping one side, then again as he tore them away unceremoniously. Miguel stuffed the prize satin in his pants pocket before resuming his navigation of Mia's ass. He massaged it roughly before slapping it with a firm snap of his palm. “Ah!” Mia yelped, tossing her head back. Three more times he spanked her bottom, tanning her peach-skinned flesh a glowing pink. Both of them were breathing hard now. Miguel's hot, deep breaths filled the air around Mia's head. The spicy tingles she felt on her skin were quelled by a new, delicious sensation as he ran his middle finger down the tight trench of her butt crack. Up and down he rubbed her, his stiff digit going deeper and deeper with each plunge until it slipped upwards between her legs to her crotch. “Uhh,” Mia moaned, as he reached underneath and caressed her her outer lips. Miguel pulled back her long raven hair and kissed her cheek then sucked on her ear. He rubbed her with more fervor, delighting her trembling folds with his rigid finger. Mia stood unsteadily on her tip toes as he swirled his finger around, tickling, teasing. Her head dropped back. Her glossy red lips were spread wide. Aching sighs escaped her throat repeatedly. Just when she couldn't bear it any longer, Miguel withdrew his hand and turned her around again to face him. Mia was burning up, her heart pumping blood in waves throughout her over-stimulated body. She pressed her back against the wall, feeling unsteady. She barely moved when Miguel reached for the clasp between her bra cups and flicked it apart. Her bra dropped to the floor leaving her in her high heels alone. She only had a moment to enjoy the appreciative look on the face of the man who had just undressed her. Within amount, he was demonstrating his appreciation of her body, up close and personal. Miguel curled his long pink tongue around her perky nipple, slathering it with his saliva before inhaling it between his big lips. His hand clenched her free breast, massaging it and stroking it with his fingers. Mia felt a rush through her body like never before. The uneasiness she felt since this all began in the elevator never really subsided. Actually, it may have accentuated the illicitness of the moment. Somewhere, in the recesses of her mind, she still felt this was wrong. She just didn't care. And that felt so good. “Hu-uhh!” Mia loosed a high pitched groan as the sensation of Miguel's tongue on her slit announced itself to her. She quivered and gasped, “Oh! Oh God!” Miguel circled the tip of his tongue against her outer folds then flicked rapidly against them, eliciting a tremble from Mia's belly. He pressed his full lips against her, enveloping her. His fingers gently worked to expose her clit and he quickly indulged in nips and lick and sucks upon her sensitive hood of flesh. Mia was practically pushing herself through the wall at her back, her hands pressed against the broad shoulders of Miguel. Brows angled upward, she glared down at the head of the man who was savouring her down below. Miguel intensified his attack, lifting her leg over his shoulder, and thrusting his finger and tongue into her. Her desperate gasps now gave way to rough cries and groans that left Mia's throat raw. She was trembling and shaking all over now, uncertain of how she even remained standing. Frowning, she bit down on her lower lip, holding in her cries for as long as she could. Finally she simply gave way, held her breath for three long seconds, then moaned, “Ohhhh!” Miguel tasted her as she splashed her wetness onto his tongue, lips, and fingers. He held her strong as she hitched and trembled her full release upon him. “Oh...oh God,” Mia breathed, her head dropping and her mouth hanging open. It was as if the plug at the bottom of a well had been removed, water swirling around and around relentlessly, unimpeded. And she knew that this particular well was far from dry. She watched through watery glazed eyes as Miguel rose up to stand before her once more. He stood there, not two inches away yet their bodies not touching. There was an almost foreboding look on his face. Mia knew what that meant. “I...I don't suppose I could get a glass of water first?” she asked with a small, nervous laugh. “That, I'm afraid,” Miguel said leaning down towards her, “Will have to wait.” As they kissed, Miguel reached down and around, picking her up. Mia wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the sofa. He easily held her aloft for a minute as they folded their lips and tongues together before setting her down. Mia didn't have a moment to settle back into the soft cushions of the large sofa, however. She sat upright at the edge of the cushion, looking up at Miguel. As she had been doing all along, she was trying to quickly recover herself, prepare herself. Miguel didn't keep her waiting long, unbuckling his heavy belt and unzipping his pants. His clothing easily fell to the floor and within a moment, he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Mia's gaze drifted downward from his cool visage, past his chest and hard belly. Her eyes settled at his crotch, looking past the black underwear to the shifting bulge beneath. Her hand was drawn to it and soon it was cupping it, feeling the thick, long length swelling at her touch. Through the thin material of his underwear, she rubbed and fondled it, feeling it noticeably stiffen. Miguel took off his briefs. A dark brown, turgid length of flesh hung low and heavy before Mia. Mia's nostrils flared as she breathed deeply through them. A determined look settled into her eyes. Quickly she gathered him up. Soft white hands stroked his rippling black cock. Soon her red lips and slippery pink tongue joined them, swirling around Miguel's length before driving her mouth over him. Mia stretched her jaw wide as Miguel filled her mouth. Her head shifted backwards as his head quickly nudged against her throat. Within a few moments, the two of them found a rhythm, Mia's lips and teeth gliding back and forth over Miguel's length, covering it in a sheen of her saliva. Mia gasped and gulped, her lips glistening, her cheeks flushed. She reveled in the feel and taste of him in her mouth. Miguel stood with one hand on his waist, the other running his fingers through Mia's soft lengths of hair, every so often reaching down and fondling her shapely sloping breasts. The warmth within her mouth was the most pleasurable moment he had experienced during his entire trip, he was certain. She didn't look up, but Mia could hear him breathing, a sigh of approval coming up from his gut. It drove her on, her head bobbing back and forth, her hand rubbing up and down his length faster and faster. She pulled him out and lashed him from his tip to his sack with her tongue before plunging down upon his once more. The moment seemed endless, and boundless. Both of them were still surging towards an unknown peak of unhindered lust. With a husky grunt, Miguel pulled out from her mouth, his swollen length shining and dripping with her saliva. He was taken over by pure instinct now, truly a predator, pushing Mia down onto her back on the sofa, raising her leg onto the back rest, spreading her apart, before sliding onto it himself. Mia, still gasping and swallowing in a vain attempt to settle herself watched the dark figure of Miguel loom over her, prowl over her. It was so ominous that, despite what she had been experiencing, an uneasy sense of doubt crept through her. She tried to conjure words in her head, something witty to take the edge off the moment. She was always good at that. Yet that was futile. One look in Miguel's searing eyes and she realized she had to brace herself no matter what she said. Miguel handled his hardened length with confidence, rubbing the head against her belly and inner thighs. Then he dragged the length of it up and down along the line of her slit. Mia's eyes were locked onto his now, her hand gripping his forearm. Her body ached with anticipation. Enough talk. Enough teasing. Enough temptation. Her mind raged, “Just fuck me, dammit.” With that mental cue, Miguel steadied his shaft then drove into her with one steady thrust. “A-ah...ohh!” Mia squeezed her eyes shut as he entered her. Their crotches met as he filled her completely. For several impossible seconds he stayed inside of her, pulsing and throbbing, enjoying her warmth, her wetness, and her softness. Slowly he withdrew, almost his full length, before surging into her once again drawing another sharp cry of pleasure from Mia's lips. His speed and tempo steadily increased and soon he was pumping stiff, relentless thrusts into her. Mia gasped and moaned, her whole body shaking upon the sofa as he poured on his heated strokes. Miguel was a large man in every sense of the word, she was experiencing first hand. Every fibre in each hardened muscle in his body was working now to well-tuned perfection filling her with thrust after thrust of hot lust. She dug her high heels into his kidneys, scratched her nails into his arms and the back of his neck barely just holding on. As the muscles in her crotch clenched, she felt every swollen inch of his cock as it passed in and out of her. “Come on, Mia,” Miguel urged with a deep, raspy breath, “Up.” He withdrew for a moment and pulled Mia up from the sofa. Moving her at will, he repositioned her, bending her forward over against the back of the sofa. Mia's breaths quickened then strained as she gasped, “Ahn!” Miguel slammed into her from behind, his crotch crashing against the rounds of her butt as he thrust into her once again. He dug his fingers into her slender hips and fired his own forward with impunity over and over. “Ah! Ah!” Mia's head snapped back with each rough stroke of his cock until she felt Miguel's fingers twist themselves into the strands of her soft hair and back, raising her eyes to the ceiling. The ripe flesh on Mia's bottom was glowing pink after not so long as it slapped against Miguel's crotch. He looked down, admiring the sight of his cock sliding into the attractive woman's tenderness. As she looked up at the ceiling, Mia stared on one small dot above her and listened to her own breathing and pounding heartbeat. It allowed her to focus her mind for one brief moment on a single thought: Had she really only met this man that night, less than an hour ago? That thought, along with the others, were ripped from her head as she found herself moved from position-to-position upon the sofa at Miguel's whim as their torrid session continued. With Miguel on his back, Mia sank herself down over his length with a shudder. Hands pressed against his chest, she rode him furiously, her long hair falling across her face constantly. Her tummy rolled seductively as she matched the cadence of the dark stallion. “Oh! Oh fuck!” she cried sharply each time he bucked his hips upward beneath her. Strong hands took hold of her at her waist and flipped her over, back against the sofa. Once more he was upon her, above her, her ankles on his shoulders, toes, still in high heels, swirling through the air. Miguel was working her hard, banging his swollen length into her as fast as he could. Both their bodies were aching and glistening with sweat and oil now. Fingers clench and dug into cushions and into flesh as they strained to hold on. “Ah! Oh God! Miguel!” Mia moaned aloud. He responded with unintelligible grunts and groans and a rough grind of his hips. Mia's belly muscles tightened painfully as she sucked her lips into her mouth. She closed her eyes tightly, his raging thrusts making it impossible to look straight anyway. She scratched at his arms before digging her nails into his dark skin. Finally, she loosed her breath and cried, “Ahh-uhhn!” Once more she flowed freely upon Miguel, drenching his length even as he continued to thrust into her. Her climax coursed through her like a river of warmth and electricity and she reached out to it, letting the explicit sensation take her away. Hearing the lovely woman cry out was most satisfying but it flicked a switch in Miguel as well. The blood rushed to fill his swollen cock and every other muscle felt like they were about to tear apart. With one last, stiff thrust, he threw his head back and groaned, “Huh-hn!” One harsh stream of jism jetted from his cock into Mia. Miguel breathed deeply and held his breath as he withdrew and handled his length. He stroked it once with his palm and another stream of viscous, white cum splashed onto her trembling flat stomach all the way up to her milky white breasts. Mia felt his sticky jism pool at her belly as her chest hitched for air. Her face was red like an apple and her entire body tingled like never before. Looking off to the side, she felt Miguel shift off the sofa. A hand was at her head, raising it, turning it and suddenly her gaping mouth was filled with the mushroom tip of Miguel's moist cock. The pungent smell of their mingling fluids filled her nose just as their taste filled her mouth. Her tongue circled the entire area of the head of his cock, wiping it clean before swallowing with one swift gulp. Miguel slid behind her on the sofa and pulled her in close, wrapping one of his strong, dark arms around her. He was just as spent as she was. Mia turned her head back and they kissed. As they settled down, their bodies craving rest, Mia for a moment about asking him more questions about himself. Instead, she smiled to herself and figured if “Miguel from the Dominican” was good enough for her before they entered his hotel suite, then it was good enough for now. After a few minutes, she did manage to coax her voice to ask, “How about that glass of water?” “Certainly,” Miguel replied, “We could use a bit of refreshment before the second half of tonight's event.” * * * * * * In the early dawn, Mia and Miguel walked hand in hand out of the hotel, down the steps to two awaiting taxis. They kissed once then Miguel led Mia into the first taxi, paying in advance for her trip home. The driver of the second taxi put Miguel's luggage into the trunk before asking him which airport terminal he needed to be dropped off at. As the taxis pulled away, neither Mia or Miguel looked back, but both had lingering hints of a smile on their lips. “Oh, shit!” Mia said, snapping out of her funk. Half-way home, she finally remembered something. She pulled out her cell phone from her purse. “Sylvie?” she asked, “Did you get home okay. Did I wake you?” “Yeah, but that's okay,” Sylvie replied, dreamily, “Where are you?” Mia hesitated, grinning crookedly. “Um. I'm at home,” she said. There was no response. Perhaps a yawn. “I just wanted to say that I am so sorry that I just walked out like that last night,” Mia said trying to think on the fly, “I...I don't know...I wasn't feeling too well...” “That's okay,” Sylvie answered again, calmly. Mia frowned. Her friend was taking her disappearance rather well. Actually, now that she thought about it, there were no missed calls or messages from Sylvie on her phone, either. Maybe it was better to just let it go for now. Feeling more assured, Mia asked, “So any matches last night?” “Yeah, a couple,” Sylvie replied, “I'm not betting on any of them, to be honest.” “Yeah,” Mia said, “I know what you mean.” “Mia?” “Uh-huh?” “I don't think I have to treat you to dinner next week,” Sylvie said with a melodic voice. Mia could hear her smiling on the other end. “Wh...what?” she asked, frowning. “Try to get some sleep, Mia,” Sylvie giggled, “8 minutes is probably all you need.” “Sylvie...did you...?” *Click* Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment (hey, you've read this far; maybe you could spare a second to give some feedback, please!)

Saturday Night at the Opal Hotel's Blue Note Bar & Lounge “Cock size,” Mia said, unflinching as if she had just ordered a Coke. The guy seated across from her wearing the suede vest and grey tam –what was up with that, by the way?-- sputtered his water back into his glass. Wiping the dribble from the bottom of his lip, he coughed, “I...what? Seriously?” Mia shrugged her shoulder and popped her eyebrow. “Yeah, of course.” The guy blinked. He asked, “Cock size? Just like that? That's what you have to say is what's most important to you in a life partner?” “More like ON a life partner,” she explained, “Wouldn't make sense if it was IN him now, would it?” He sat back in his chair, shaking his head slightly, shooing away the fly of disbelief. Mia leaned forward, poking up her eyeglasses and narrowing her lids around her round, dark eyes. “Look...uh,” she squinted at the tag on the guy's vest, “Number 12?” “Arye,” he offered. “Arye,” she nodded, easing herself back in the chair, “That's what all these girls want.” The two of them paused to scan all the women seated in the lounge. When she was sure their eyes had reconnected, Mia held up her hands about a foot apart. “We all want a big, thick, long, black cock to suck on,” she declared, accentuating every adjective through a lurid little sneer on her ruby lips. “Really?” Arye responded flatly, incredulous. “Oh yeah. Oh yeah,” Mia nodded in the affirmative, taking up her cocktail glass and having a sip. “Well, I guess I can't really help you with the 'black' part,” he sighed, unconsciously giving his pale, pink cheek a little scratch. Mia arched her left brow sharply high above her eyeglasses. She eyed him and said, “Really? Are you saying you fulfill the other criteria?” “What?” Arye said, caught off guard again, “No. I mean...look, I'm just a bit surprised you would be so...uh,” “Shallow?” Mia grinned. “No,” Arye corrected, holding up his hands as he back-pedaled, “I wasn't going to say that.” He was going to say that. Mia could see a tiny little bead of sweat appear underneath the lid of that silly tam of his. “I was going to say,” he spoke slowly, “I wasn't expecting you to be so upfront about something like that. You don't look like a person who would be so...” “Whorish?” “Abrupt.” Mia closed her eyes and sighed. She checked her watch, then looked at him like a frontline nurse consoling an injured soldier. She took a deep breath, peered over the rim of her glasses, then said, “Arye, that's the nature of this soiree, isn't? 8 minutes. That's not much time at all. So many guys here, so much potential, but only 8 minutes with each of them. It's all about speed and efficiency.” She slapped the back of one hand into the palm of the other. “Speed and efficiency.” After another quick breath she continued, “A girl has to get her priorities in order and out there. You asked me what I want in a...'life partner'. Thank you for getting right down to the nitty-gritty. So for life, Arye? I want a big cock...for life. My life partner may eventually become a wrinkled carcass of a vegetable sucking porridge trough a straw in a hospital bed, but as long as I can spit out my dentures and get my pink gums around his meaty length of Oktoberfest sausage, I will be a happy woman. Oh, and a healthy inheritance, of course. I need to be well kept.” Mia settled once more against the back of her chair. Arye replied by turning into a mannequin. She took a moment to look behind him, to another couple at a table across the floor of the lounge. The woman at that table didn't break away from her conversation but did manage to make eye contact with Mia and give her a wink and broadened her smile. Well, at least her friend seemed to be enjoying herself. Mia returned her attention to Arye, still a flabbergasted mess. She cocked her head. Damn. Maybe she broke him. As she was about to snap him out of it, the angelic chime of a porter bell interrupted the room. “Time's up once again, ladies and gentlemen,” an energetic, attractive red-head declared as she strode to the center of the room. She spun on her stilettos and clasped her hands together. “Believe it or not, we've reached half-time already. Let's take 20 minutes to reset and refresh. Gentlemen, readjust your collars, and ladies, powder your noses. Grab yourselves another drink. Then it's on to Round 2!” A gentle but steady murmur rose through the dark cocktail lounge as 12 couples got up, some more readily than others. Mia brushed the skirt of her black dress back towards her knees and then picked up her purse and her 'dance card'. She held out her hand as she got up. “It was really nice talking with you, Arye,” she said. “Oh, yeah. Me too,” he said, still in his chair. They shook hands. His was a bit clammy. Speaking with a genuine and softer voice, Mia added, “I think you're a nice guy, Arye. Well, from what I can tell in 8 minutes, anyway. I hope you'll find a nice 'life partner'. Good luck. Oh, but lose the cap.” Those were the only truthful words she had said to him in the 8 minutes they shared. What stunned her was how straight a face she had maintained while doing so. She was sure she was pushing it when she quickly tacked on the old 'inheritance' schtick. Yet after six 8-minute 'speed dates' so far, it wasn't surprising to her how easily the lies came to keep herself amused. She walked directly to the bar, polished off her cocktail, then promptly asked for another. God bless half-off ladies night. As she leaned against the bar rail, another bare arm brushed up against hers. It was Sylvie, her sometimes good friend. Right now, she had a tickling urge to dunk her freckled, pixie face into a toilet. “Hello Number 7,” she said, tilting her chin towards her name tag. “Hey! How's it going?” Sylvie asked, so giddy she was almost breathless. Mia took a hard swig from her glass, gulped and replied, “Oh Lord! I am having the BEST time. I just can't stand it. Bartender, keep them coming!” Sylvie, the decidedly shorter of the two, rolled her eyes. “Oh, dear,” she exclaimed, slightly deflated, “It's not going well, is it? I'm sorry I dragged you along.” Mia shook her head. “This night's not about me, it's about you. I'm here for you.” Sylvie smiled and gave her a hug, pressing her cheek against Mia's smooth shoulder. “Thanks, Mia,” she cooed. Giving Sylvie a reassuring pat on her head, Mia said, “I'm here for you...and dinner at Portabello's next Friday.” Sylvie gave her an extra squeeze and the two of them shared a laugh. “So, any potential Mr.Right's?” Mia asked. “Maybe. I don't know.” Sylvie's face twisted into a frown. “It's so hard. Only 8 minutes to talk to a guy. It's crazy.” “Tell me about it,” Mia concurred, “How's a girl supposed to get a guy's bank account number in that time?” It was the first time either them had tried a speed dating night. Really, it was Sylvie's idea. Mia came to support her and for the half-price drinks. Mia picked up Sylvie's 'dance card' from the counter. Each person marked down the numbers of people with whom they would like to continue contact. At the end of the night, the host –the red-head-- collected the cards, matched up the numbers, then gave the contact info to the corresponding guests. It seemed simple, but even that was a grueling a process for Mia. “You marked down three numbers already?” Mia said, “Batting .500. You're doing well.” “Doesn't mean they wrote down my number on their cards,” Sylvie shrugged. “Every man should be writing down your number,” Mia said. Sylvie smiled. “I knew there was a reason I brought you along. You're the best!” “I am.” “But, I don't have to treat you if I get you hooked up tonight, though.” “Fat chance,” Mia puffed, but then she smiled at her friend, “Thanks for the thought, but just worry about yourself, m'kay?” Mia always felt protective of her. Small, cute, eager and earnest like a puppy, Sylvie sometimes seemed a bit too naïve and innocent. “So how about you?” Sylvie asked as she snatched up her card from the bar counter. She was disappointed to see it was still blank. “Nothing?” “I told you, I'm not here for myself,” Mia noted. “I know, but come on, Mia,” Sylvie encouraged, “There's actually a lot of good-looking guys here, surprisingly. And you're looking so fine tonight! I'm sure several of them have written your number down on their cards.” “Oh, I don't know about that.” Mia bit her lower lip and looked aside sheepishly. Her penchant all night for “little white lies” had possibly prevented her Number 13 from appearing on any potential suitor's cards. In one case, she was fortunate the guy didn't call 911. “I'm not really interested in finding a Mr.Right, Sylvie,” Mia said, “I just don't have much time for that these days.” Sylvie grinned and offered Mia a leery glance of her emerald eyes. “Okay fine,” she said teased, “So how about a little Mr.Right Now?” Mia paused for a moment before replying, refusing to be baited. “No,” she said, deliberately forming her lips as she spoke, “I'm not here for that either.” She gazed at the swirling liquor in her glass. Sylvie eased back and softened her grin. “I know,” she said, “I'm just kidding. I just want you to have some fun. You should relax.” “I'm relaxed.” “Just let go once in a while,” Sylvie added, “Sometimes I worry about you.” “Hey. Who's here to support who?” Mia remarked. “Just do your thing here tonight, okay? Find a guy. Get married. Have some kids. See you same time next week.” “Okay. Don't blame me for trying,” Sylvie sighed. Each of them took another sip from their glasses. “I'm going to go to the ladies' room,” Sylvie said, “You want to come?” Mia shook her head. “I'm good.” With Sylvie gone, Mia had a moment to collect herself. She didn't know why this whole idea of dating made her neck hairs bristle. Her sometimes snarky, sometimes aloof, sometimes bitchy attitude towards relationships she put on display this night was really just a reflection of how she had been feeling in general lately. She gazed into the mirror across the bar behind all the colourful bottles. Staring back at her was a young woman, clearly not unattractive but something not quite right. She stood up straight and flicked and crimped some wave back into her long raven hair, brushing one side of it back over her bare white shoulder. She adjusted her glasses, the top of the rims just above her eye-line for that intellectually suggestive look. A quick inspection of her short, black cocktail dress reaffirmed that it was the right choice to show off her yoga enhanced physique. She was dressed for an evening of man-hunting, and this particular game park appeared to be well-stocked. So why did she feel like she'd rather be at home eating a bowl of cold cereal? The carousel nature of the speed dating event definitely didn't help things. She felt like she was at a conveyor belt sushi restaurant, except she wasn't sure who was the raw fish going around in circles: the men or her. She was sure that if she could get past that plodding visual, she would find some of the guys to be rather attractive. But then there was that notion of actually dating. What if she did end up matched up with a guy? The thought of having to go through the rigors of dating –the phone calls, the meet ups, the obligatory hugs and kisses, the “okay, now is a good time” sex-- just didn't appeal to her at all. Not at this point in her life, anyway. So when, poor Number 12, Arye, brought up the notion of “life partners”, she couldn't help but feel like her powder keg had been lit. Mia leaned against the bar once more and looked towards the ladies' washrooms. Sylvie was still in there. What was taking her so long? She smirked to herself. “Maybe she's right,” she mused. Maybe she really could just use a Mr.Right Now, though she was a little shocked her sweet and innocent friend would suggest something like a One Night Stand. Still, the idea of it undeniably kindled a small spark in her otherwise cold heart and belly. No way she was going to even joke about that with Sylvie – the poor girl would likely go into shock. She was also certain that there wouldn't be a man in the lounge this night who could even stir that pot within her. She looked upwards contemplatively for a moment, the grinned and snickered, “Nope, Mia. Your panties are still as dry as a desert.” “Whose panties are what?” Sylvie asked, sidling up to her at the bar. Mia shirked aside slightly, unaware her friend had returned. “What? Oh...ah...” The little porter bell dinged again. The hostess returned to the center of the floor and clapped her hands. “Alright, ladies and gents,” she announced, “I hope you've recharged and refocused. It's time for the second half of tonight's event! Still lots of people to meet, so I hope you haven't completely filled up your cards yet!” No worries about that, Mia thought. “Ladies take your seats,” the hostess directed, “Men, you're rotating to your left, counter-clockwise.” “And the carousel continues,” Mia muttered. “Okay, back to the mines,” Sylvie chirped. “Hi-Ho, Hi-Ho,” Mia joked, “Oh, don't lean in too close to Number 16. He smells like an Old Spice truck rolled over him.” Sylvie pawed at her arm. “And you try not to scare too many of the guys permanently off women,” she scolded playfully. The men and women moved through the lounge like football players taking to the field. Mia resumed her seat and steeled herself for what was to come during the next hour. She tried to settle herself into the suede bucket chair, but just couldn't find a perfectly comfortable position. Finally she just settled with the standard demure pose: legs crossed, one hand on her lap, the other perched on the armrest. Another deep breath and she was as ready as she could be. Bring it on. A tall, lanky, blonde-haired man wearing tan pants and a blue dress-shirt -- I.T. Chic-- stepped up to the chair across from her. He flashed a very wide, toothy smile and said, “Hi, I think I'm at the right place.” “That makes one of us,” Mia replied. The man chuckled hesitantly. Inwardly, Mia scolded herself. Snarky-bitch mode was not a good way to begin. She didn't want to believe she could be such a cruel person. She managed a warmer smile and said, “Sorry. I mean, I think you're also supposed to start here, as well. Please, have a seat.” That seemed to relax him a bit. “Great,” he replied, “My name's Brad.” As he pulled the chair back, though, another man came up and also put his hand on the chair and on Brad's back. “I am very sorry, my friend. I believe this is where I'm supposed to be,” he said. With mirroring confused looks, Mia and Brad paused and frowned at the man. He looked much more reassured than either of them, a confident look in his dark eyes and a steady smile on his full lips. Brad looked toward Mia but all she could offer were raised eyebrows and a telepathic response of “Don't look at me. I have no idea.” “Uh...no, I'm pretty sure I'm supposed to start here,” Brad said, his hand still on the chair. The other man also kept his hand on the chair, his expression unfazed and calm, dark black brows settling over the cool whites of his eyes. “I believe you are wrong, my friend,” he said, simply. Mia sat frozen, only her eye shifting between the two men. Brad released the chair first and stood tall, obviously trying to use his height to press his point. It didn't work. Not only was the man almost his equal in height, it was obvious he was built more solidly beneath his burgundy shirt and grey blazer. And he continued to regard him stoically, like a big dog staring down a puppy. “We're supposed to go counter-clockwise,” Brad said, motioning his finger in circles. “Ah well, there you are,” the other man exclaimed. He pointed to his wrist. “I am not wearing a watch.” Brad frowned. Mia couldn't stop the edge of her lip from curling up into an impish smile. “No. Look you have to...” Brad started to say but was interrupted by the dinging porter bell. “The gentlemen at table 6,” the hostess called out, “Can you please find your seats so we may get started?” While Brad looked over to the hostess, Mia and the other man took the opportunity to make eye contact. He winked at her. That simple gesture definitely flicked at something deep down inside of her but she couldn't say that it didn't make her feel uneasy. Brad turned back to the man and opened his mouth to say something, but instead the man spoke, “Alright, the thing is that my time tonight is short and I may be leaving very soon. I would just like the opportunity to meet with this young lady before I go. I believe you will be staying here for the entire night, yes?” Brad hesitantly nodded. “Then, my friend, I'm sure you will eventually...'counter-clockwise'...back into this chair, yes?” the man remarked, “All I am asking for is my moment with her, a fair chance. Can you begrudge me that?” “Gentlemen?” the hostess called to them again. Brad was already teetering. Mia decided to give him a little push. “He's right, Brad,” she said, “We'll get a chance to speak. Everyone spends time together, right?” While unable to hide his annoyance, Brad finally relented. “Okay...if you're alright with that.” “I'm okay with it,” she replied, hoping Brad hadn't noticed her eyes remained on the other man the entire time. The man offered his hand to Brad which was accepted begrudgingly. He even patted him on the back as he walked away. Then he took his seat across from Mia, leaning forward, elbows on his lap, hands clasped together beneath his chin. Mia almost could hear the mental sound of a “click” as his eyes locked onto hers. Dark ebony skinned and handsome, and exuding confidence, her own eyes, though looking less assured, were also fixed upon him. Her lips ebbed into a smile, belying the nerves in her belly evoked by him. The porter bell rang again. Time to begin. Mia still hadn't moved much, stuck in that ridiculous pose she had assumed since taking her seat. As the man continued to hold her in his cool, calm, undeniably magnetic gaze, she felt like a deer in headlights. 10 seconds ticked by and neither had said anything. She finally opened her mouth, still unsure of what she was actually going to say. “My suite number is 3208,” he spoke first. Mia stopped, her mouth hanging ajar. For a few precious seconds, it felt like a small rock was caught in her throat, but she finally managed to jump-start her brain enough to blurt, “What?” “In the hotel above us,” he said, lifting his eyes upwards for a moment, “Suite number 3208.” Mia scrunched her trimmed brows sharply down towards her nose. “Yes, I heard you the first time. Why would...?” “Because you don't want to be here.” Mia was speechless. “So you will be in my room in....let's say 20 minutes,” he said. Was that a request or a command? His voice, laced with an Hispanic accent, was as steady and intense as the rain. It was impossible for Mia to read the man beyond the words he spoke to her, and those were so stark and blunt, she couldn't believe what she thought he was suggesting. She swallowed then said, “To do what?” She hoped he was kidding, and decided to play along. Shadows appeared on the man's dark face accentuating strong, sharp features on his smooth, dark caramel skin. “So many things come to mind,” he replied. Mia tilted her chin away slightly, but didn't take her eyes off of him. They stayed on the man as she quickly readjusted her glasses which had slipped down her nose and then brushed back her hair over her shoulder with one deft motion. Truthfully, according to the rules of the event, she should have screamed “foul!” and had the man kicked out for such a proposal. But, for reasons she didn't want to entertain at the moment, she didn't do that. Good or bad, he managed to stir something in her. Instead, she cleared her throat and said, “Whatever comes to mind? Does that mean you have a bowling alley in your room because I really feel like I could go ten frames right about now.” That managed to draw an inner laugh and grin from the man. Good. She wanted to turn the tables a bit. “Do you have a name other than number 26?” Mia asked. Still grinning, the man leaned back into his chair. “Miguel,” he offered. “Miguel? Hello, my name is Mia,” she said, “See? This is how it's supposed to go. We say hello, introduce ourselves, then chat each other up, ask questions, and find a connection. Like...like our names: Miguel and Mia. Can't go wrong with alliterative names.” The man nodded, stroking his fingers down the sides of his impeccably sculpted goatee, a bemused expression on his face. “Very well, Mia,” he said, “What would you need to know?” Mia's eyes narrowed, and her head lowered, a flash of white reflecting in her glasses. Finally, she felt back on track. “That's a nice accent you have,” she noted, “Where do you come from?” “You need to know this?” he asked, “This is important?” Mia frowned and shrugged, “Sure it is. I have this bias against creatures not of this planet.” “Alright,” he agreed, “I live in the Dominican.” Mia cocked her head, curious. “You 'live'...?” she started, “Do you mean you're only visiting the country?” Miguel nodded. “I finished my business in the city this week. I fly out tomorrow morning.” She shook her head quickly. “Then what are you doing at a speed dating event?” He held out his large hands to his sides. “I am looking for a date,” he replied with a cool lilt in his deep voice, “Just for this evening.” Once more, Mia caught herself with her lips ajar, his words rattling around in her head for a second. Flatly she said, “You know, there are places in the city you can pay for that.” “That's not the type of company I am looking for,” he said without missing a beat. Mia mustered a stern tone in her voice, replying, “I'm not the company you're looking for.” “Yes,” Miguel corrected, “You most certainly are.” “You're mistaken.” Mia still couldn't look away from him, as if keeping her eyes on him would keep him at bay. “People here tonight are looking for lasting relationships, not some one night stand.” “All of them?” “Most of them.” “Not you, though,” Miguel suggested. “How would you know?” she asked, “You think staring at me that way allows you to read my mind?” “This big,” Miguel held his hands up and apart in front of her. Mia's brows knitted together. “What are you...?” “My size,” Miguel said. Mia felt the blood rush through her, tweaking a pink glow on her cheeks. “I also understand that you have a fetish for dwarves, that you have orgasms whenever you wash your dishes, that you live with over a dozen cats, and you may have killed at least two of your past boyfriends accidentally with cleaning detergent in their meals,” Miguel said. Mia chewed her lower lip. So apparently some of the men were sharing info during the break. Once again, Miguel leaned forward in his chair. “You don't want a relationship. You're telling false stories instead, trying to get through each 8 minute date,” he said, his voice low, knowing, cajoling, “Yet you continue to participate when you could have just walked away. Why?” “I'm...I'm only here to support my friend,” Mia answered, breathless. She could feel herself breathing more deeply now, her chest rising and falling unsteadily. Slowly Miguel shook his head. “You could have just sat at the bar and waited,” he continued, “But here you are, meeting men you care nothing about, answering and asking questions you care nothing about. And now I sit here before you, my intentions laid out and clear, breaking the rules. I see you shifting uneasily in your chair, keeping your eyes upon me like a prey upon a predator.” Her heart beat was as erratic as his voice was rhythmic and steady. Miguel pressed further, “All you need do, Mia, is raise your hand, call over the hostess and have me removed from these premises. It's very easy. Yet, you don't.” Mia swallowed again and licked the inside of her lips. “I still can,” she breathed. “You won't,” he replied. Miguel stretched out his wide, pink-brown lips, and narrowed his eyes upon her. “For the two of us, isn't tonight truly about speed and no consequences? We don't require mindless details to remember for days to come. It's all about tonight. It's all about what we experience now. No promises to break for the future.” Mia felt like she was on fire. It may have been the alcohol, but his words and the cocksure way he delivered them were incendiary. How long had they been talking? 8 minutes may as well have been 8 hours, the way her mind felt so tossed at the moment. And all the while he made his illicit proposal to her, she couldn't take her damn eyes off of him. She watched as he reached forward across the small cocktail table, and gently touched her knee, then caressed it slowly. Another rule broken. He was daring her to look away, daring her to call the hostess. “You are intrigued, are you not?” She said nothing. “Very well,” Miguel said, sitting back in his chair. He raised his hand. The hostess came over to their table. “Yes? I was about to ring the bell in about 30 seconds.” “Thank you,” Miguel stood up, adjusted his jacket and took the hand of the hostess, “I have spoken to whom I wanted to speak to and said all I wanted to say. This has been a most enjoyable evening.” “Oh, but we're not done yet,” the hostess said anxiously, looking back and forth to Mia and Miguel. “We're about to rotate...” “Yes, counter-clockwise. Unfortunately I left my watch in my room,” he said and turned back to Mia smiling almost boyishly, “I'm sorry, I can't resist recycling jokes.” “But...” “Buenas noches,” Miguel said, addressing the hostess. Again he saved the last words for Mia: “Hasta pronto, Mia. Chau.” With that, he walked out of the lounge, the hostess only taking a half-step to try to stop him. “Maybe...I guess, I'll have one of the ladies sit out each rotation,” the hostess thought aloud to know one in particular. Certainly Mia hadn't been paying attention to her. Her eyes were still tethered to the chair where Miguel had been sitting, like some elusive spectral image of the man were still there, holding her attention with his vice like words and eyes. She finally had to close her eyes to try to break the image. Yet the moment she did, it unexpectedly heightened her awareness of her pounding heart, her quickened breaths, and the heat and electricity churning deep down in her trembling gut. She shifted in her seat, and noted the dampness high along her inner thighs. A nagging longing ached through her body. “Oh...Mia,” she murmured, clasping the sides of her head, “Mia. Mia. Mia. What the devil are you thinking?” The porter bell rang. She opened her eyes. She still saw Miguel seated there. Damn. “Hey. Hello again,” Brad said, taking his seat across from her, “Take two, huh?” At first, Mia didn't flinch, but finally she blinked and shook her head like snapping out of a hypnotic funk. “I'm...sorry,” she mumbled, “Who are you?” He frowned, grinning awkwardly. He pointed to himself and said, “Brad. We just met a few minutes ago before that guy came.” Mia nodded slowly as she looked away towards the lounge's exit. “Oh yeah, that guy.” Once more the bell rang. Rubbing his hands together, Brad said, “Shall we begin? I don't want to waste another minute getting to know you.” “No...I don't want to waste another minute, either,” Mia said still looking away. “Great,” he said, “So, then, how's it going?” “Hmm? Going?” Mia replied, turning to him, yet looking past him. She nodded, “Yes. Sorry. I have to get going now.” Brad watched her as she picked up her purse and stand up. “Uh, wait. What? You're leaving?” “Yes,”she said, regaining some of her awareness, “Oh, I'm so sorry Brad. I lied about spending some time with you...and about my dwarf fetish, and orgasms, and your cock size...” “My...'cock size'?” Brad parroted. She slid past him and patted him on the shoulder. “At least you don't have to worry about me killing you with my cooking.” Leaving him behind to mull over her cryptic words, Mia walked towards the exit. She managed to catch the eye of Sylvie. As she passed her table, she fanned herself with her hand and mouthed the words, “I need some air.” Sylvie simply smiled and winked. As she got to the door, she was intercepted by the hostess, who asked earnestly, “Is there anything the matter?” “Yes. I'm sorry. I'm suddenly feeling very warm,” she explained, “I think I drank too much. I could use some air.” The hostess rolled her eyes in mild frustration. Suddenly her clients were all abandoning ship. “Why don't you go ahead and put the next woman who was supposed to spend time with Miguel with Brad over there?” Mia suggested. She already began to make her way past the hostess as soon as she had spoken. In her mind, as soon as she made her way to the hotel lobby, she turned right and headed out the doors and stepped onto the streets where the fresh air would fill her lungs and clear her head of any nonsense and confusion. A little while later, she would be at home, curled up in her bed, sheets over her head, and a pillow crushed between her thighs. In her mind. Reality betrayed her however, and she suddenly realized she was not only at the elevators, but at some point she had pressed the button. 21...20...19...18..she looked up at the floor display as the elevator descended. She checked her watch. She would be early. ...14...13...12... “You're really going to do this?” she thought fervently to herself, closing her eyes. ...8...7...6... “Just how big did he say he was?” ...3…2... “Ding!” The docile chime snapped at her like a whip and she opened her eyes with a gasp. The doors slid open. “Hello, Mia,” Miguel said, standing in the elevator car before her. Time seemed to suspend itself for a moment. Mia heard her own heart beat and breaths. “Oh God,” she whispered. She felt like she was falling backwards in slow motion. A large, dark-skinned hand snatched her wrist and pulled her into the elevator. Suddenly time not only had sped up, it went into overdrive. Miguel spun her around, pressing her back against the rear wall of the elevator. His large, smothering lips were upon her even before the doors finished sliding shut. Mia didn't have a moment to think. Her body went into automatic trying to find a steady position, her high heels sliding on the floor. She needn't worry about that, though, Miguel had a firm hold of her hips as he pressed himself upon her. He wouldn't let her fall. Her hands moved from his chest to his shoulders, then reached up around the back of his neck, holding him close as voracious, hungry kisses enveloped her mouth. With one leg stretched out, the other drew itself up against the side of his leg. Miguel assisted her, pulling her thigh up high, pressing his hand against it upward, squeezing her smooth flesh, and wrapping back around her firm bottom. For a few sizzling seconds, Mia lost herself to the heat of the moment. Everything about this man was strong: his lips, his arms, his hands, his chest...his desire. She was overwhelmed and she was barely keeping up. She fired her tongue past his broad lips into his mouth and lashed it around with his, sharing the sweet taste of saliva and alcohol. It was only when Miguel moved away from her mouth downward to suckle on her neck, did Mia realize that they weren't moving. “Uhh...Mi-Miguel,” she gasped and swallowed, “The...uhh...button...you have to press the button for the floor.” Truthfully, the man was already pushing all the right buttons. Miguel licked her throat once more then slowly stepped back. He gazed at her with a very telling, seductive smile on his lips as she leaned heavily against the elevator wall, her face flushed, her red lips parted, her bosom rising high with every quick breath. Barely glancing behind him, he reached back and pushed the button for floor 32. Mia felt the floor rise against her feet. She watched him carefully as he moved towards her in a suddenly more deliberate pace. Mia could almost describe it as a graceful swagger. His hands pressed against the mirrored wall on both sides just above her head as he continued to slowly close in on her. She rolled her eyes up to look at him. He stood there in her space, gazing down at her, seemingly inhaling her fragrance. Her heart skipped. She suddenly realized just how big and daunting this guy really was, his raw power surging upon her like a tidal wave. Yet, he managed to control his energy, angling his handsome face and inviting lips towards her in such an easy pace, it was almost cruel. By the time they came together in another slow-burn kiss and embrace, the elevator bell chimed as they arrived to floor 32. As the doors slid open, Miguel took her hand in his and led her out. Mia's steps were hesitant, her expression dreamy but his confident look assured her of one thing: she wasn't going back down to the lobby anytime soon. She followed him down the quiet hallway of the hotel, eyes always upon him. The momentary respite gave her time to face the angels and devils perched on her shoulders. Was she really about to do this? She had never done anything like this before, never thought she would be the type to have a one night stand with a complete stranger. Well, she did talk with him for 8 minutes, at least. That would just have to do. They arrived at Suite 3208. Miguel turned to face her. With one fluid motion, he slid one arm around her waist and pulled her in close, welding his mouth against hers yet again. His other hand pressed the key card to the room into her palm. Together they inserted it into the lock and shoved open the door. They stepped into the room locked in their smoldering kiss. The door closed, leaving Mia's angels and devils outside in the hallway. Only one thought remained. “Miguel,” she groaned. They rolled unsteadily along the walls of the suite's darkened foyer. Miguel's hot, rough hands were all over her, holding her face as he kissed her, pushing at her breasts, and sliding around the curves of her hips and waist. Mia sucked in air through her nose as she wrestled her tongue with his. She felt his finger tugging at her dress, cinching up the short, tight skirt above her hips, exposing the full length of her thighs and the smooth rounds of her toned bottom which he appreciatively sank his fingers into. By now her glasses had slid down to the tip of her nose and were more a nuisance than a distraction. Miguel read her mind and took them off tossing them onto a side table. At the same time, he flicked on a light switch for a small solitary lamp in the living room area of the suite, illuminating the space with a soft glow. The bedroom was separated. Both knew that they weren't going to make it to the bed. His steady hands resumed working at Mia's tingling body, sliding off her shoulder straps and unzipping her at the back. He pulled at her top and rolled her entire dress down over her hips, past her legs and all the way to the floor. He helped her step out of it while at the same time caressing her belly with his lips and tongue. Mia, with her eyes closed, sucked in her lips and braced her body against the wall as she felt him kiss, lick, and nip lower her body all over. When she felt him gnawing against the crotch of her panties, she gasped and shuddered, curling her chin towards her shoulder. Miguel rose up and stood tall before her as he took off his jacket. He burned his eyes into her while he unbuttoned his shirt. Mia's head was turned away slightly, her mouth open as she tried to steady her breaths in vain. Now dressed only in her lingerie and high heels, she watched him peel off his shirt, his muscular chest and arms practically bursting forth. He was a stallion, a hard body of carved shadow and shimmering ebony, unbridled passion and desire practically emanating from his core. And it was all about to be unleashed upon her. No sooner had that intimidating thought swept into her spinning mind did Miguel turn her around to face the wall. He leaned her forward, raising her hands over her head and holding them against the wall with the firm grip of his own hand. She soon felt his free hand explore the curves of flesh at her bottom, gliding his palm around with a silky smooth circular motion. Mia gasped and grimaced when she felt him yank at her panties, snapping one side, then again as he tore them away unceremoniously. Miguel stuffed the prize satin in his pants pocket before resuming his navigation of Mia's ass. He massaged it roughly before slapping it with a firm snap of his palm. “Ah!” Mia yelped, tossing her head back. Three more times he spanked her bottom, tanning her peach-skinned flesh a glowing pink. Both of them were breathing hard now. Miguel's hot, deep breaths filled the air around Mia's head. The spicy tingles she felt on her skin were quelled by a new, delicious sensation as he ran his middle finger down the tight trench of her butt crack. Up and down he rubbed her, his stiff digit going deeper and deeper with each plunge until it slipped upwards between her legs to her crotch. “Uhh,” Mia moaned, as he reached underneath and caressed her her outer lips. Miguel pulled back her long raven hair and kissed her cheek then sucked on her ear. He rubbed her with more fervor, delighting her trembling folds with his rigid finger. Mia stood unsteadily on her tip toes as he swirled his finger around, tickling, teasing. Her head dropped back. Her glossy red lips were spread wide. Aching sighs escaped her throat repeatedly. Just when she couldn't bear it any longer, Miguel withdrew his hand and turned her around again to face him. Mia was burning up, her heart pumping blood in waves throughout her over-stimulated body. She pressed her back against the wall, feeling unsteady. She barely moved when Miguel reached for the clasp between her bra cups and flicked it apart. Her bra dropped to the floor leaving her in her high heels alone. She only had a moment to enjoy the appreciative look on the face of the man who had just undressed her. Within amount, he was demonstrating his appreciation of her body, up close and personal. Miguel curled his long pink tongue around her perky nipple, slathering it with his saliva before inhaling it between his big lips. His hand clenched her free breast, massaging it and stroking it with his fingers. Mia felt a rush through her body like never before. The uneasiness she felt since this all began in the elevator never really subsided. Actually, it may have accentuated the illicitness of the moment. Somewhere, in the recesses of her mind, she still felt this was wrong. She just didn't care. And that felt so good. “Hu-uhh!” Mia loosed a high pitched groan as the sensation of Miguel's tongue on her slit announced itself to her. She quivered and gasped, “Oh! Oh God!” Miguel circled the tip of his tongue against her outer folds then flicked rapidly against them, eliciting a tremble from Mia's belly. He pressed his full lips against her, enveloping her. His fingers gently worked to expose her clit and he quickly indulged in nips and lick and sucks upon her sensitive hood of flesh. Mia was practically pushing herself through the wall at her back, her hands pressed against the broad shoulders of Miguel. Brows angled upward, she glared down at the head of the man who was savouring her down below. Miguel intensified his attack, lifting her leg over his shoulder, and thrusting his finger and tongue into her. Her desperate gasps now gave way to rough cries and groans that left Mia's throat raw. She was trembling and shaking all over now, uncertain of how she even remained standing. Frowning, she bit down on her lower lip, holding in her cries for as long as she could. Finally she simply gave way, held her breath for three long seconds, then moaned, “Ohhhh!” Miguel tasted her as she splashed her wetness onto his tongue, lips, and fingers. He held her strong as she hitched and trembled her full release upon him. “Oh...oh God,” Mia breathed, her head dropping and her mouth hanging open. It was as if the plug at the bottom of a well had been removed, water swirling around and around relentlessly, unimpeded. And she knew that this particular well was far from dry. She watched through watery glazed eyes as Miguel rose up to stand before her once more. He stood there, not two inches away yet their bodies not touching. There was an almost foreboding look on his face. Mia knew what that meant. “I...I don't suppose I could get a glass of water first?” she asked with a small, nervous laugh. “That, I'm afraid,” Miguel said leaning down towards her, “Will have to wait.” As they kissed, Miguel reached down and around, picking her up. Mia wrapped her legs around him as he carried her to the sofa. He easily held her aloft for a minute as they folded their lips and tongues together before setting her down. Mia didn't have a moment to settle back into the soft cushions of the large sofa, however. She sat upright at the edge of the cushion, looking up at Miguel. As she had been doing all along, she was trying to quickly recover herself, prepare herself. Miguel didn't keep her waiting long, unbuckling his heavy belt and unzipping his pants. His clothing easily fell to the floor and within a moment, he stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Mia's gaze drifted downward from his cool visage, past his chest and hard belly. Her eyes settled at his crotch, looking past the black underwear to the shifting bulge beneath. Her hand was drawn to it and soon it was cupping it, feeling the thick, long length swelling at her touch. Through the thin material of his underwear, she rubbed and fondled it, feeling it noticeably stiffen. Miguel took off his briefs. A dark brown, turgid length of flesh hung low and heavy before Mia. Mia's nostrils flared as she breathed deeply through them. A determined look settled into her eyes. Quickly she gathered him up. Soft white hands stroked his rippling black cock. Soon her red lips and slippery pink tongue joined them, swirling around Miguel's length before driving her mouth over him. Mia stretched her jaw wide as Miguel filled her mouth. Her head shifted backwards as his head quickly nudged against her throat. Within a few moments, the two of them found a rhythm, Mia's lips and teeth gliding back and forth over Miguel's length, covering it in a sheen of her saliva. Mia gasped and gulped, her lips glistening, her cheeks flushed. She reveled in the feel and taste of him in her mouth. Miguel stood with one hand on his waist, the other running his fingers through Mia's soft lengths of hair, every so often reaching down and fondling her shapely sloping breasts. The warmth within her mouth was the most pleasurable moment he had experienced during his entire trip, he was certain. She didn't look up, but Mia could hear him breathing, a sigh of approval coming up from his gut. It drove her on, her head bobbing back and forth, her hand rubbing up and down his length faster and faster. She pulled him out and lashed him from his tip to his sack with her tongue before plunging down upon his once more. The moment seemed endless, and boundless. Both of them were still surging towards an unknown peak of unhindered lust. With a husky grunt, Miguel pulled out from her mouth, his swollen length shining and dripping with her saliva. He was taken over by pure instinct now, truly a predator, pushing Mia down onto her back on the sofa, raising her leg onto the back rest, spreading her apart, before sliding onto it himself. Mia, still gasping and swallowing in a vain attempt to settle herself watched the dark figure of Miguel loom over her, prowl over her. It was so ominous that, despite what she had been experiencing, an uneasy sense of doubt crept through her. She tried to conjure words in her head, something witty to take the edge off the moment. She was always good at that. Yet that was futile. One look in Miguel's searing eyes and she realized she had to brace herself no matter what she said. Miguel handled his hardened length with confidence, rubbing the head against her belly and inner thighs. Then he dragged the length of it up and down along the line of her slit. Mia's eyes were locked onto his now, her hand gripping his forearm. Her body ached with anticipation. Enough talk. Enough teasing. Enough temptation. Her mind raged, “Just fuck me, dammit.” With that mental cue, Miguel steadied his shaft then drove into her with one steady thrust. “A-ah...ohh!” Mia squeezed her eyes shut as he entered her. Their crotches met as he filled her completely. For several impossible seconds he stayed inside of her, pulsing and throbbing, enjoying her warmth, her wetness, and her softness. Slowly he withdrew, almost his full length, before surging into her once again drawing another sharp cry of pleasure from Mia's lips. His speed and tempo steadily increased and soon he was pumping stiff, relentless thrusts into her. Mia gasped and moaned, her whole body shaking upon the sofa as he poured on his heated strokes. Miguel was a large man in every sense of the word, she was experiencing first hand. Every fibre in each hardened muscle in his body was working now to well-tuned perfection filling her with thrust after thrust of hot lust. She dug her high heels into his kidneys, scratched her nails into his arms and the back of his neck barely just holding on. As the muscles in her crotch clenched, she felt every swollen inch of his cock as it passed in and out of her. “Come on, Mia,” Miguel urged with a deep, raspy breath, “Up.” He withdrew for a moment and pulled Mia up from the sofa. Moving her at will, he repositioned her, bending her forward over against the back of the sofa. Mia's breaths quickened then strained as she gasped, “Ahn!” Miguel slammed into her from behind, his crotch crashing against the rounds of her butt as he thrust into her once again. He dug his fingers into her slender hips and fired his own forward with impunity over and over. “Ah! Ah!” Mia's head snapped back with each rough stroke of his cock until she felt Miguel's fingers twist themselves into the strands of her soft hair and back, raising her eyes to the ceiling. The ripe flesh on Mia's bottom was glowing pink after not so long as it slapped against Miguel's crotch. He looked down, admiring the sight of his cock sliding into the attractive woman's tenderness. As she looked up at the ceiling, Mia stared on one small dot above her and listened to her own breathing and pounding heartbeat. It allowed her to focus her mind for one brief moment on a single thought: Had she really only met this man that night, less than an hour ago? That thought, along with the others, were ripped from her head as she found herself moved from position-to-position upon the sofa at Miguel's whim as their torrid session continued. With Miguel on his back, Mia sank herself down over his length with a shudder. Hands pressed against his chest, she rode him furiously, her long hair falling across her face constantly. Her tummy rolled seductively as she matched the cadence of the dark stallion. “Oh! Oh fuck!” she cried sharply each time he bucked his hips upward beneath her. Strong hands took hold of her at her waist and flipped her over, back against the sofa. Once more he was upon her, above her, her ankles on his shoulders, toes, still in high heels, swirling through the air. Miguel was working her hard, banging his swollen length into her as fast as he could. Both their bodies were aching and glistening with sweat and oil now. Fingers clench and dug into cushions and into flesh as they strained to hold on. “Ah! Oh God! Miguel!” Mia moaned aloud. He responded with unintelligible grunts and groans and a rough grind of his hips. Mia's belly muscles tightened painfully as she sucked her lips into her mouth. She closed her eyes tightly, his raging thrusts making it impossible to look straight anyway. She scratched at his arms before digging her nails into his dark skin. Finally, she loosed her breath and cried, “Ahh-uhhn!” Once more she flowed freely upon Miguel, drenching his length even as he continued to thrust into her. Her climax coursed through her like a river of warmth and electricity and she reached out to it, letting the explicit sensation take her away. Hearing the lovely woman cry out was most satisfying but it flicked a switch in Miguel as well. The blood rushed to fill his swollen cock and every other muscle felt like they were about to tear apart. With one last, stiff thrust, he threw his head back and groaned, “Huh-hn!” One harsh stream of jism jetted from his cock into Mia. Miguel breathed deeply and held his breath as he withdrew and handled his length. He stroked it once with his palm and another stream of viscous, white cum splashed onto her trembling flat stomach all the way up to her milky white breasts. Mia felt his sticky jism pool at her belly as her chest hitched for air. Her face was red like an apple and her entire body tingled like never before. Looking off to the side, she felt Miguel shift off the sofa. A hand was at her head, raising it, turning it and suddenly her gaping mouth was filled with the mushroom tip of Miguel's moist cock. The pungent smell of their mingling fluids filled her nose just as their taste filled her mouth. Her tongue circled the entire area of the head of his cock, wiping it clean before swallowing with one swift gulp. Miguel slid behind her on the sofa and pulled her in close, wrapping one of his strong, dark arms around her. He was just as spent as she was. Mia turned her head back and they kissed. As they settled down, their bodies craving rest, Mia for a moment about asking him more questions about himself. Instead, she smiled to herself and figured if “Miguel from the Dominican” was good enough for her before they entered his hotel suite, then it was good enough for now. After a few minutes, she did manage to coax her voice to ask, “How about that glass of water?” “Certainly,” Miguel replied, “We could use a bit of refreshment before the second half of tonight's event.” * * * * * * In the early dawn, Mia and Miguel walked hand in hand out of the hotel, down the steps to two awaiting taxis. They kissed once then Miguel led Mia into the first taxi, paying in advance for her trip home. The driver of the second taxi put Miguel's luggage into the trunk before asking him which airport terminal he needed to be dropped off at. As the taxis pulled away, neither Mia or Miguel looked back, but both had lingering hints of a smile on their lips. “Oh, shit!” Mia said, snapping out of her funk. Half-way home, she finally remembered something. She pulled out her cell phone from her purse. “Sylvie?” she asked, “Did you get home okay. Did I wake you?” “Yeah, but that's okay,” Sylvie replied, dreamily, “Where are you?” Mia hesitated, grinning crookedly. “Um. I'm at home,” she said. There was no response. Perhaps a yawn. “I just wanted to say that I am so sorry that I just walked out like that last night,” Mia said trying to think on the fly, “I...I don't know...I wasn't feeling too well...” “That's okay,” Sylvie answered again, calmly. Mia frowned. Her friend was taking her disappearance rather well. Actually, now that she thought about it, there were no missed calls or messages from Sylvie on her phone, either. Maybe it was better to just let it go for now. Feeling more assured, Mia asked, “So any matches last night?” “Yeah, a couple,” Sylvie replied, “I'm not betting on any of them, to be honest.” “Yeah,” Mia said, “I know what you mean.” “Mia?” “Uh-huh?” “I don't think I have to treat you to dinner next week,” Sylvie said with a melodic voice. Mia could hear her smiling on the other end. “Wh...what?” she asked, frowning. “Try to get some sleep, Mia,” Sylvie giggled, “8 minutes is probably all you need.” “Sylvie...did you...?” *Click* Thanks for reading! Please leave a comment (hey, you've read this far; maybe you could spare a second to give some feedback, please!)

Mystery runs into the restaurant free from the pouring rain outside and smoothes down her damp dress and fiddles with the wet strands of hair falling front of her eyes. She doesn’t notice the man standing half way in the shadows only a few feet from her looking at her intently, letting his eyes roam down her body and stopping at the small round lumps of her breasts pressing against the wet top of her dress like ripe fruits ready to be picked. He figures she can’t be more then 16 or 17, well “maybe 18 at the most” he says to himself. The man watches as the girl talks to the host but not really hearing what she is saying as he is still too busy checking out every aspect of this girls body. He can almost visualize what she might feel like should he reach out and touch her but this wasn’t the right time. “The time will come soon though”, he thinks, “very soon”. He moves back even fuller into the shadows not wanting his “prey” to notice him just yet. He was looking forward to this hunt and in the end he knows he can convince this girl to be his …. “And his alone”, he grins to himself. The host leads Mystery towards the back of the restaurant and slides into a booth not noticing the man grinning even more in the shadows. “This is perfect”, the man nods his head in approval towards the host who doesn’t even know he is approving her choice for the girl. It was as if the host knew even though logically the man knew the host had no clue what was going on in his head. For several moments the man stayed in his place in the shadows watching this young girl, observing her movements and actions. He was a good reader of people and was able to know that the girl was alone, to most an obvious observation but not his true meaning. She was alone period, no parents to think of or a boyfriend much less friends in general. Sure she looked satisfied with her life from outward appearances but the man knew better. He could save her and he planned to do just that. He waited for just the right moment and then started his way across the room towards her. She was like any other woman, making her order and then sliding out of the booth to make her way towards the powder room. This is what he waited for and was able to time his actions accordingly. For the brief second that her back was to him he walked up behind her and whispered into her ear, “I can help you girl.” The girl is startled and freezes as she listens to his deep sexy voice but she doesn’t respond to him. His hand goes around her waist and his palm presses against her lower abdomen while his other hand goes onto the side of her thigh and slowly starts moving up towards her hip in a very precise movement, like he knew exactly what he is doing. Still the girl doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t even move away from his grasp. There is something about him that makes her want to stay where she is although she isn’t sure what just yet. The server starts walking towards the girls table with her drink and stops in mid-stride seeing the man and how he is holding the girl. The server isn’t sure if the girl is in danger or if she knew this man. She stands there staring and the man feeling eyes on his back turns his head toward her without loosening his grip on the girl and nods towards, “I will need one of those drinks as well Miss, we will be sharing a table”, nodding towards the girl in his arms. The server nods saying, “Very Well Sir,” and sets Mystery’s glass down and hurries away to get another. Mystery hears the server leave and can’t help but to wonder what kind of man this is to receive all his needs met without hesitation. The man almost seeming to read her thoughts says, “I come here often and everyone knows their place.” Then leaning even closer to her ear he whispers, “but do you know yours girl?” Mystery shakes her head no and the man laughs a loud sexy laugh and then whispers again, “you will know my girl, you will know.” “Now let me get a look at you, love,” he says as he turns her around to face him finally. He uses a finger to move some hair away from her face and his eyes start moving very slowly down her face. Whispering to himself, “stunning, absolutely stunning”, while he runs his palm softly down her cheek and leans in towards her neck and kisses it softly. He knows he must control himself for a bit longer but his hormones were in full alert and wanting anything to break free and consume this girl. The man then continues the tour of her body down her neck and towards her chest and once again stopping to get another good look at her small breasts protruding through her top. While still looking her body up and down he says, “so tell me, why have you not screamed or at least tried to run my girl?” Mystery stares back at him not really knowing the answer. Logically she knows that is what she should have done long ago but there is something about this man that seems … interesting. All she could think to say is, “I am not sure.” Almost instantly after he hears her words she hears him saying in an almost stern sounding voice, “Sir!” Mystery quickly moves her face towards his and stares at him with a question look to which he replies, “Sir! That is what you will say following everything you say to me. You understand my girl?” Mystery is a little taken back at first but finds her head nodding yes and hears what she believes is her own voice saying, “yes Sir”. The man smiles at her and runs his hand down her face, “Good Girl. That isn’t so hard is it?” Mystery shakes her head and says, “No, Sir”. Again the man smiles and leans in and places a soft kiss on her lips and whispers, “The sweet sound of your voice calling me Sir is like music to my ears”. Just then the server comes back with the man drink and the man takes it right from her hand and nods towards her in appreciation. Just as she was walking away the man calls out to her, “Hold the girls meal, we will dine later, until then I would like some privacy in this corner of the restaurant, therefore I will pay for the use of every table near ours. He then nods and grins at the server, “Thank you, I will call on you later and believe me you will be tipped for your services well.” The server then nods and walks away mumbling, “Yes Sir”. I look towards this stranger and ask, “Why does everyone call you Sir.. Sir?” The man grins, “You remembered my girl and that makes me proud of you.” Mystery blushes and half smiles at his compliment, “Thank you Sir.” The man then continues, “The server calling me Sir is out of respect. She calls every man in this place Sir. Now you, my beautiful girl, Call me Sir because I asked you too and you have chosen to obey and therefore, once again, I will say how proud I am of you.” Mystery nods again in understand even though she wasn’t sure she really understood. “Now where were we girl?” he asks her. She just looks up into his eyes and sees him staring back into hers, “Oh yes,” he interrupts the mutual gaze, “I was in the process of taking a good look at you. From what I can tell, you are perfect in every way.” Mystery waits a moment and then asks, “Perfect for what .. Sir?” “Why perfect for me, my dear,” he says with a smile. Then he puts his hands on her hips and sets her up on the table behind her and moves his hands to her thighs gentle caressing her legs through her nylons. Moving his body forward while at the same time spreading her thighs so he can stand between her legs. Mystery’s short dress starts moving up high on her thighs the more he spreads them. His hands moving up higher and higher on her thighs as well moving up the dress even more. Mystery still isn’t sure what is going on or what is going to happen and her head keeps telling her to fight and get away from this strange man but another part of her keeps her there. There is still something about him that intrigues her and compels her to stay put and see what transpires. The man looks down at her and says quietly, “You aren’t sure if you should stay or if you should run are you girl?” Mystery is once again startled by hearing the words in her head said out loud by this man and shakes her head yes. The man then continues, “That is totally up to you dear, but I do wish you would trust me and stay a bit longer.” Mystery looks up at him and asks, “Why Sir? Why should I trust you?” And the man smiles and places his hand against her face, “I will never hurt you only help you. You will learn who you are and what your place is in this great world. I will protect you and you will learn to let me. You will learn to love me just as I love you.” Mystery interrupts him saying, “Love you like you love me? You only just met me! I can’t believe you can really love me.” The man glares at her after she is finished and Mystery glares back then quickly adds, “Sir” to her last comment.” The man smiles widely. “You are already learning my girl and he kisses her once again on the lips.” The man continues his little speech, “If you obey me I can give you everything you want and need. If you should choose to disobey me then I can take it all away again. If you chose to leave, even now, I will still receive you back if you beg for my forgiveness. You will be mine and will always be mine. You will never be alone again.” Mystery starts shaking her head thinking this man must be insane and still telling herself that he can’t love her for they just met. “Enough words for now, you will learn it all in time. For now let’s get to know each other better shall we?” Mystery shakes her head yes, “Yes Sir”. The man presses himself even further between her thighs until she can feel his pants almost rubbing against her private areas which are almost exposed with her dressed pushed up so high on thighs. The man leans in and starts kissing her neck and feels his hips move closer to her and hears him taking in deep breaths through his nose and letting it out slowly across her neck. “You smell absolutely wonderful girl.” His hands start moving through her hair slowly and he pushes some of it back from her neck only to continue kissing it and the girl can’t help but angle her head in such a way that he gets good access to it. The man smiles to himself and continues the kisses up her jaw line and eventually getting over to her lips, so young and full and very sweet. He can’t help but want to get a taste of her and easily pries her lips open with no opposition from her and dips his tongue into the sweet wet opening exploring all of it. He hears the girl moan slightly and that makes a certain organ on his body twitch as he gives a small moan of his own in return. His hands find her hips and slowly start moving up the sides of her thin small body high and high until they are adjacent from her small round breast and without hesitation he moves over and grabs them both into his big strong hands and starts kneading them gently. They feeling like putty in his hands and he hears again a moan from his prize, the girl. He pulls away from the kiss and grins down at her while still kneading her breasts between his fingers and whispers, “Does my little beauty like that?” Mystery can’t help but say, “Yes Sir” and that causes the man to grin even more, “very good my dear” as he pushes forward even more causing her to move back. He takes one hand and puts it on the back of her head and leans closer and whispers, “Lay back” and starts guiding her backwards so she is lying on the table top with her legs dangling over the edge and him standing between her thighs still. He then stands up right and looks down at this little beauty on the table in front of him and licks his lips. “All mine” he says to himself, “and soon she will want it no other way”. He places his hands on her thighs and starts’ moving them up higher and higher until her skirt is up high enough to see her thong beneath the nylons. Not wanting to rush things he just stands there looking as if trying to decide where to start. It feels similar to a birthday and this girl, this lovely young girl is his gift and he wants to open it as carefully as he can. He looks into the girls eyes and holds the gaze while he fans his fingers out and starts running his hands up even higher pushing the dress up even more. It gets stuck where her body is laying on the table and with just one look she obeys his unsaid command and lifts her hips slightly and he continues sliding the dress up to her waist. He lets his gaze move down her body slowly and stops it at the small of her stomach just barely showing at this point and watches his own hands as he pushes the dress up even more… causing more and more of this young body to be revealed. He almost gasps as his thumbs touch her bare flesh for the first time and the girl’s body jerks slightly and she moans. “Yes, my dear, enjoy it”, he says in his head to himself. After the dress is slightly passed her belly button he stops and lifts one of her legs and slowly undoes the buckle on her sandal and slips it off and lets it fall to the floor. He looks into her eyes and she looks back at him. He realizes that she wants him to continue and he certainly wants to as well, just it makes things easier when the girl is willing to accept her role. Oh yes, she will be loved always and yet she will also love me in return and when that moment comes things like this will turn into an art that is shared. For now though, she is his art and he will craft her to his liking and she will let him, she IS letting him even now. He does the same with the second sandal and then moves his hands up to her waist and slowly while watching her eyes starts pulling her nylons down her body and legs until they too are laying on the ground at his feet. He looks down at her half naked body before him forgetting that they are in middle of a restaurant, that fact doesn’t bother him at all as takes in the view. Looking back at her face he smiles at her, “Still want to get out of her my dear?” Mystery shakes her head no and says, “No Sir, but at the same time I know I should but I can’t.” He asks, “Why can’t you?” To which she replies, “I am not sure Sir.” He smiles at her and then a hand around her arm and pulls her upright again and reaches around the back of her. He finds the zipper to her dress and while slowly moving it down he whispers unto her ear, “Does the fact that you are about to be naked in middle of a restaurant frighten you girl?” Mystery nods her head, “yes Sir” as she quickly scans the room. There is no one in the tables near but there are people at further tables who she is sure could see everything if they looked this way. “I said I would protect you girl so you do not need to be frightened, you hear?” She nods her and says, “Yes Sir” quietly. Once the man has the zipper down he start moving the dress up the rest of her body and slowly lifts it over her head and drops it on the floor with everything else. The girl feels a slight chill and shivers slightly and the man grins as he pushes her back once again and guides her down so she is once again lying on the table in front of him, only her bra and thong remain and the table is cold against her bare back. The man starts to move his hands up her thighs again and up onto her stomach not stopping as they get higher and higher until once again his palms are resting on her breasts and he is kneading them. He hears her moaning again and smiles at her nodding his head in approval. His eyes move to her breasts and he notices an almost hidden clasp right in front of her bra and without stopping he lets his thumbs work at opening it and once successful he eager pushes the bra aside and gasps quietly at the sight of her breasts in the flesh. They appear to be bordering on “young girl trying to grow into woman” form but not quite womanly just yet. He nods his head to himself again and Mystery is fascinated at that as he seems to be doing it a lot tonight at the same time it makes Mystery feel good that he seems to be approving of her. No one has ever approved of her before and maybe that is what is driving her to stay even though she knows she shouldn’t. Just at this moment Mystery sees movement from the side and looks that way and the man looks that way as well and sees the server making her way to our table and Mystery starts to fidget and tries to cover herself but the man turns towards her saying, “stay just how you are girl, everything will be alright, I can promise you that” and then he turns back towards the coming server and smiles at her broadly. “Hello Miss, would you be a dear and grab my bag that I left at the coat counter, thank you” and then he turns back to me dismissing the server before she has time to respond saying, “Now, where were we again my girl?” Before the server even leaves the man starts running his hands on mystery like there wasn’t just an interruption and that surprises Mystery but something inside her made her grin back at him. It frightened her immensely but at the same time it was a bit of a thrill how the man acted as if this was a normal occurrence and the girl lays her head back on the table and relaxes once again moaning at the feel of his hands roaming her body once again. “Yes, I might get used to this after all” she says to herself. She heard him tell the server to get something which means they will be interrupted once again and that thought does bring her some fear but she knows that once the server leaves the second time she will also feel the wave of excitement it caused and that seemed to make the experience worth it somehow. “I promised that you would naked here and naked you will be for me girl.” The man interrupts Mystery’s thoughts by starting to pull her thong down her legs and soon enough they too join the rest of the girls’ clothes on the floor and here she lays in all her naked glory and the man feasts upon the scene with his hungry eyes. It wasn’t long before the server returns and hands the man his bag to which he thank her and turned back to Mystery. The server looks over the scene briefly before walking away shaking her head. The man laughs, “Don’t worry about her girl, your only job tonight is entertaining your Master.” Mystery looks up at him and says, “Master? Sir.” The man nods his yes, “That would be me my beautiful young girl and tonight you will become mine.” He said it in such a way that brought fear and excitement at the exact same time to the girl and she doesn’t say a word back to him as she doesn’t really know what to say. The man lays his bag onto the seat beside the table and sees him open it and he pulls out a silver collar with jewels on it and what appears to be a lock of some sort and he says, “This will bind you to me but not until you are ready to bound. You may beg to have it at any time tonight or you may chose to not have it all at which time I will leave and let you think on it longer. You can, Like I said before, come back to me and beg for it at anytime but I will never force you to have it. You understand girl?” Mystery nods and says quietly, “Yes Sir” as he lays it on the table beside her. “ I will lay it here so you can look upon it tonight as you consider my offer.” After his words and seeing him lay the collar on the table Mystery looks back up at him and sees that he is once again looking down at her body. It is quiet for a long time and Mystery decides to ask, “What do you mean by ‘entertain’, Sir? Looking up at the girls face he smiles saying, “You are starting to entertain me quite well my girl, but there is more that can be done.” Like what Sir?” she asks him and he shakes his head and laughs, “That is for you to figure out my dear” and steps away from the table no longer standing between her thighs and crosses his arms and looks at her. “I am completely confident that you will be able to figure out how to entertain your Master my lovely girl.” Mystery sits up on the edge of the table while thinking and of course looking over him almost the same way that he looked at her before. He was very handsome but slightly older then she was by 10 years or slightly more maybe. He wore a white shirt with buttons but it was untucked, she can’t remember if it was untucked the whole time or not though, but that didn’t matter he still looked just as handsome as he would if it was tucked in. His hair was mostly short but slightly longer in some areas. The way some of it hanged over his face was quite sexy and she smiled at her own thought. It seemed somewhat odd that she would think this stranger that undressed her in a very public spot and leaves her sitting here naked in front of him as sexy. Most girls in this position would use this very opportunity to run away from him but she can’t make herself do that. Maybe it was how he made her feel special or how he approved of her, or maybe it was how he kept talking to her saying she was lovely and calling her “my girl” like he owns her somehow. She still cannot figure it out but she wasn’t ready to give up and leave just yet. He was creepy kind of and yet she still felt safe in his presence. Yes, she decided that she would “try” and entertain this creepy sexy man and then see what transpires. She will trust him as he has asked her too. Mystery gets up off the table and stands in front of him for a long time, completely naked and once again his eyes are rushing around her body and out of nowhere he says almost sternly but still somewhat loving at the same time,” kneel girl”. Mystery looks at him startled but then does as he asks and once again he is nodding and saying, “Very good girl” to her. She smiles at his approval, it somehow warming her heart in a way that she never experienced before. He starts walking toward her and gets right front of her and he looks down at her and she looks up at him. “You are even more beautiful to me on your knees girl.” And Mystery nods her head and blushes, “thank you Sir”. The reaches his hand down and runs it through her hair a few times before holding onto a clump of it and pulling her head back further and smiling at her again with a softness in his eyes. “The way you obey me girl excites me. Your willingness to do as I ask makes me love you more. You body makes me want to devour it. Everything about you makes me want to make you mine and to own you for all time. With that ownership, you will do all I ask. Your willingness to do what I ask will always excite me and my love will grow each time I see you kneel before me. I hope you are starting to understand girl what all I am saying.” Mystery nods her head yes, “Yes Sir” and without thinking much about it first she asks, “Sir, this girl would like to start entertaining her Master.” Pulling the girl up by her hair he plants a hard kiss onto her lips and then grins at her and says, “Very well, you may girl” and then he goes to a near by table and get a chair putting it down in front of the girl and sits down in it and says, “On your knees love” to which Mystery does without hesitation this time. He leans back in the chair and puts his legs out in front of him while partly laying back with his hands behind his head. “The first thing I want you to do girl is get me more relaxed, you may start with the shoes”. Mystery moves quickly and unties first one shoe and then the next taking them both off. “You may leave the socks on girl, but come closer and unbuckle my belt for me.” The girl moves closer quickly and does as he asks to which she is rewarded again with a smile and nod. “Now stand girl right here in front of me and turn around slowly and each time I say something I want you to respond by saying, “Yes Master or No, Master, you understand girl?” “Yes Master” Mystery responds and he nods at her again, “Very good”. Mystery stands up in front of him and he looks her over again. “Does it excite you to have an older man looking at your naked young body girl?” Mystery thinks for a moment and replies truthfully, “Yes Master.” The man smiles replying, “good”. For a few moments there isn’t anything said and then the man turns slightly in his chair and calls for the server to come over and Mystery steps back trying to hide in the shadow to which the man says, “Stay still girl, remember that you do not need to be afraid, I will not let anything harm you ever!” His voice is somewhat stern as if it is something he wants her to always remember and he is trying to drill it into her and she steps back out towards him, “Yes Master”. “Good, now hold just a second and don’t move .. you look absolutely lovely and I want to look at you while I order your meal”. Mystery nods, “Yes Master”, and sure enough he never takes his eyes off her while he is ordering their food. The man then hands the server a hundred dollar bill and tells her not to put the order in until he tells her too and also tells her to stay after her shift and continue to serve him and his girl, nodding over to Mystery while saying “his girl” and saying she will be greatly tipped. The server nods her head and agrees knowing she will more than likely walk away from her job tonight with several hundred dollars in hand that she couldn’t say no too. The man turns back to Mystery once the server leaves and grins, “Now that that is taken care of let me ask you girl, ‘Did that make you uncomfortable?” Nodding her head she replies, “Yes Master”. The man leans forward in his chair saying “Come closer girl” and when she does he grabs her around the waist and pulls her stomach towards his mouth and kisses it in several places while mumbling between them “When you are mine I will have you like this all the time so you best get used to because I can not tear my eyes away from your lovely body for even a second.” He Then pulls her down onto his lap and lifts his hips up so the front of his pants are pressed against her pussy and continues, “When you are mine you will entertain me wherever and whenever I ask you too and you will grow to love doing it.” Then reaching between them he drags his zipper down and pulls his mostly hard cock out and rubs it against her clit, “You will be rewarded for your services all the time my lovely girl, that I can promise you.” Then he pushes her down off his lap and spread his legs apart and pulls his cock out even more and starts to pump it in his hands … “This will belong to you and you alone. No other girl will see it or touch it when you are mine and this I can also promise you. I will love you for all time and make myself yours as much as you are making yourself mine. You understand girl?” Mystery shakes her head yes, “Yes Master” The man lets go of his cock but leaves it laying outside of his pants and leans back again with his hands behind his head. Mystery tries not to stare at his cock but it is hard not too. Even in it’s semi hard state it still looks quite big and she does wish she could touch it but she is afraid to ask. The man interrupts her thoughts, “What is it girl?” Mystery looks up at him and starts to blush and the man grins, “What thoughts are playing in your head girl, your Master wants to know.” The girls opens her mouth to say something and the man interrupts again, “You may” and then grins broadly at her and she looks at him with wide eyes and can’t seem to continue talking and closes her mouth. The man laughs a hearty laugh and grins, “You want to touch my cock girl don’t you? I can see it in your eyes and I said you may.” Then he winks at her and she blushes again. “ The girl moves closer and slowly starts reaching her hand out to which he grabs her wrist and pulls faster and wraps her fingers around his cock and moans, “Yes my girl that is just delightful!” Then he leans back and closes his eyes with a smile on his lips and a little laugh. The girl just sits there for a moment and feels the man’s cock twitch beneath her fingers. She shifts her body slightly and starts to slowly move her hand like he was doing himself a few moments before and this causes him to moan more and the girl smiles and continues. She could tell she was pleasing him and she wanted to please him more although she still wondered why pleasing him was exciting her so much. She doesn’t even know this man and yet she is finding excitement in his “game”. She vowed from that moment on she would do her best to please him tonight and she really meant that. Mystery continues moving her hand up and down his cock for a few moments and then the man lifts his head forward and looks down at her and smiles and starts running a hand through her hair mumbling now and then, “yes” … “yes” .. and sometimes using his other hand to rub across her cheek and over her lips all the while still moaning now and then. “More my girl, your Master needs more” and then he using the hand that is in her hair to push her face forward and his other hand on her cheek he uses on her chin to open her mouth, “Yes girl please your Master” he says so lovingly that the girl can’t say no and she lets him guide her mouth to his cock and she takes it into her mouth and he gasps harder than other times and says “good girl” again and then reaches over to sip his soda. The girl continues to suck on his cock moving her mouth back and forth over the shaft and letting her tongue run across the tip tasting the precum on it. While she continues the man yells out “Server!” and places a hand on the back of the girls head to keep it there saying “don’t stop girl your Master is VERY pleased”. The server comes over and the man asks for a refill of his soda and the server stands there staring at the scene and then rushes away with the glass. “Yes my love yes!” the man exclaims several times through moans not even caring that we are in a restaurant and the girl seeming to forget that fact as well as she sucks harder and a bit faster. Mystery can feel Master’s cock getting harder and harder inside her mouth and yet she continues picking up her pace as does and the man starts pushing his hips towards her making his cock reach further and further into her mouth. Eventually the server comes back with a full glass and is instructed to wait a moment while Mystery’s tries to reach for his wallet seemingly trying to take a long time on purpose so the server can watch the girl eagerly sucking his cock. The man notices the server watching and grins at her saying, “My girl is doing a lovely job pleasing me tonight, I hope the food you server later is the best here as she will be rewarded, you hear?” The server nods her head and the man finally getting his wallet from his back pocket uses one hand to pull out another hundred and using his other hand he pushes his girls head harder causing his cock to slip down her throat and the man moans loudly, “Yes my girl take your Masters’ cock I am so proud of you.” Then turning to the waiting server he hands the bill to her and says, “In a few minutes I want you to return and stand right there and I will tip you again Miss.” The server nods, grabs the bill and walks away quickly as the man laughs and looks upon his girl with a mouth full of his cock. “You my dear are the loveliest creature I have ever seen and this view of you is by far the best yet!” He smiles broadly and forces his cock deeper still knowing that the girl is taking all of his huge hard cock deep into her throat and at this moment he couldn’t be more proud of her. The man leans back in the chair still holding onto her head and grabbing some of her he holds her close and lets his cock twitch into her throat then leaning forward once more he says, “I am going to cum three times tonight before we leave this place girl.” Then he nods satisfied with his statement and starts pumping himself in and out of her throat and the girl complies completely letting this strange man fuck her throat while being naked in this restaurant with him. Sure enough a few moments later the server comes back and the man grins at her and then smiles down at his girl, “Let show the server here how proud you make your Master shall we girl?” The girl just shakes her head as she can’t speak at the moment. The man starts to fuck her mouth even hard causing her to gag somewhat but still he keeps on going and then after a few moments he looks down at the girls and nods his head and pulls his cock out of her, “Lean back girl” he says and she does it and not a second later hot sticky cum shoots down her neck and over her small breasts and he reaches down with one hand and starts rubbing it into her breasts slightly firmly to which the girl starts moaning and rubbing the cum in as well to her stomach and her neck. Next thing she knows his cock is back into her mouth and he tells her to continue and “Again my love Master needs it harder than before!” and he whips out another hundred and gives it to the server and tells her to leave and not return unless he calls for her. She rushes away with only a nod and the man laughs while rubbing his hand across his girls face, “You are such a good little girl and I want you to be mine girl. I will not force you though like I promised. I am just saying what I want and most the time I get what I want. The girl continues to suck and the man continues to pump his hips towards her fucking her mouth again getting hard again. Before too long the man pulls out of her mouth and stands up and picks up the girl in front of him and lays he back onto the table grinning. “I promised rewards girl and I don’t break my promises and with that he pulls her thighs apart and leans down and runs his tongue over her clit tasting her for the first time. He then continues moving his tongue up and down firmly across it because after that first taste it only made him want more. Wrapping his arms under the girls legs the man pulls her body so that her ass is hanging half off the table and he lifts her legs and places his hands under her ass and presses his tongue deep within her whole moaning at the sweet taste of her nectar and eagerly eating more getting faster and faster because at this point he can’t stop himself from wanting her sweetness. The girl moans over and over and that just makes him want more, more of her juices, more of her moans, more of everything. He dives in as far as he can get with his tongue and circles around inside her pumping his tongue in and out really fast and the girls moans get louder and louder and other guest in the restaurant start to look over towards them but the man doesn’t stop. He wants his girl to cum right here and right now in front of everyone in this place and on his tongue. Usually he would stop and tell his girl to cum but not this time because be can’t bear the thought of pulling away from her juices for even a second and so decides that this first time she will not be required to beg but to instead just let it happen and go with it. There will be a time for begging later and he knows without a doubt she will beg and he will comply because he can’t say no at this point either. He sees her grab the edge of the table and in his head he is screaming “Yes Girl, cum for your Master” and he fucks her even harder with his tongue so much that she can’t hold back and reaching with his thumb he rubs her clit vigorously and then it happens. She screams and she screams loud and if every person in the restaurant wasn’t watching yet, they certainly would be now as this girl gives her juices to her Master and he will be her Master there is no denying that! The girl cums and her juices pour out onto his tongue and he sucks hard to gather it all into his mouth. No better feast could be served in his honor then this right here and he wasn’t going to let a single drop go to waste! Even after she cums he continues and doesn’t slow down and he can feel her body writhing on the table and it excites him. He has to have more and he will have more and so he continues rubbing her clit and fucking her with his tongue and only this time he does lift his head briefly and says loudly for the benefit of the onlookers, “Again girl! Master is still hungry!” And he forces his tongue back into her tight little hole and fucks her some more and the girl cums again. This time she is louder than the last time and the man screams “yes” in his head. He knew he had made a good choice tonight of all the girls in this place he only wanted one and in walked her and she is his now. After the second time the man stands up and puts his hand onto her hips and looks down at her saying “from now on girl you will beg me to let you cum and you will not cum unless I approve you hear?” The girl nods, “Yes Master” and the man replies, “Good girl” and pulls her body towards his waiting hard cock and lets it rub against her clit for a few moments first back and forth over its sensitivity and the man looks towards the collar on the table and back at the girl, at her neck, he knew it would be a perfect fit and can’t wait for the moment when she asks him to give it to her. The girl sees where his eyes were and looks at the collar as well and then back at him. They stare at each other for a long time neither saying a word while he moved his hips back and forth letting his cock massage her tiny hard clit and he cocks his head slightly and asks, “Yes girl?” The girl reaches over and picks up the collar and holds it towards him and he looks at her puzzled, knowing what she wants but pretending like he didn’t. “What do you want girl? Say it!” The girl says, “I want this to be mine, Master” to which the man grins and pulls back slightly and pushes forward letting his cock push into her tiny hole breaking her cherry (which made him even prouder that she waited for him all her life) and while she screams out in the initial pain of that action he says calmly with a grin, “Then you must beg for it my girl” and he starts fucking her right then and there. Not slowly but fast and careful as he never wants to wound her. He only wants to have her as his own and once he claims this part of her then he is that much closer. The girl starts moaning loudly feeling his cock pumping in and out of her all while he is grinning at her saying, “Beg girl” over and over. The girl is finding it hard to beg while being fucked but she tries and yet he still wants her to beg more. “Again girl!” “Please Master this girl wants to be yours!” “Again girl! He says as he pumps far into her and holds it there. “Please Master! She cries out to him. “Why?” he yells back at her (only because of the noise). “I want to please you Master!” and again he says. “Why girl?” Because I want to learn to love you Master. The man smiles, “You don’t need to learn girl, it is already there in your heart you just have to accept it.” He leans down over her body on the table and starts kissing her while still moving his cock in and out of her. Kissing her deeply and noticing how she is kissing him back. Feeling her hands in his hair and her eager tongue looking for his. He wraps his arms around her and under her body and picks her up so he is holding her against him and her legs around him and they kiss deeply and she mumbles into face and neck and hair “Please Master Please” over and over and he continues to fuck her with a huge grin. “Yes she is mine finally” he says in his head and he leans her against the nearest wall and holds onto her body tight kissing and fucking her hard all at the same time. The man after a while leans towards her ear and whispers, “Cum for your Master girl, right now” and she does just like he asks her too. Then moving his mouth to her other ear he says, “Again girl, Cum for me” and again she does because her body is his to command now and she will obey him .. always. After a few more minutes he asks her, “Do you want your Master to cum girl?” The nods “Oh yes Master I do” and the man smiles and says, “Then I will my girl” and with that his head goes back and he shoves into hard and she can feel his hot cum shooting deep into her pussy and she hears him say, “Girl! Cum Now!” The girl cums and her tense muscles squeeze his cock hard and he moans loudly still pumping in and out of her tight tense pussy. “Oh yes my girl, Your Master accepts you as his own. You are mine and like I promised girl, I am yours!” After several minutes of hard breathing by both of them the man looks into her eyes and then grins, “Do not think you are finished yet my girl for we have just begun!” And with that he carries her over to the table and drops her onto it and continues pumping his still semi hard cock in and out of her while she is sitting up looking at him. He pulls her hair away from her neck and rubs his fingers around it and grins. “You will be loved my pet from this night forward and with that he picks up the collar and puts it around her neck and locks it into place and there is almost a tear in his eye as she smiles at her. “It looks lovely my girl!” And he takes her hands and brings them up to touch the collar. “You are mine girl”. He leans down and kisses her softly as he lays her back on the table once again and continues to slowly pump his cock in and out of her over and over again while kissing her body in any place he can reach with his lips moaning softly while exploring her body more thoroughly by touch and feel. While he makes love to her softly and gently he starts running his hands up and down her arms one at a time and a few minutes later the girls feels him putting a metal cuff around wrist and then on her upper arm which is then followed by doing the same to her other arm and wrist. The girl just lays there enjoying his kisses and his cock inside her. He finds a leg and places a cuff around her thigh and then her ankle and the same with her other leg and ankle, locking them all into place. The girl isn’t scared though even though this isn’t what she expected. She trusts him to know what he is doing. Whispering in her ear he says, “One more time girl then we will do something else and with that he pulls her down to the floor and stands in front of her and opens her mouth and pushed his cock inside it and nods at her. She starts to suck and he starts to rub his hand on her head and through her hair as he stands there with his head slightly back moaning softly. “Yes girl, don’t stop” and the girl doesn’t. He tells her to lift her arms behind her head and she does and he chains them together and then holds onto both wrists with one hand while looking down at her and he tells her to look up at him and when she does his heart almost beats out of his chest. His girl holding his cock in her mouth looking up at him was one of the most beautiful sights he has ever seen and he nods his approval and keeps looking not wanting this vision of beauty to end. Before long the girls Master is hard again and he pulls out of her mouth and lifts her up to her feet and kisses her firmly yet lovingly while wrapping his hands around her and rubbing her ass. This is the only place he hasn’t claimed yet and he will now he decides and turns her around so she is facing the table and bends her over it so her cute little ass is sticking out towards him and with one hand he reaches between her thighs and spreads her legs apart and moves his hand up to the crack of her ass. He moans in anticipation as he leans his body closer to her letting his cock move up and down along the crack gently. He positions himself just right behind her and starts leaning over her and whispers, “Just relax girl” as he pushes the head of his cock toward her cute little asshole. Moving up and down the crack deeper between the ass cheeks he moves on hand around her body and seeks out her clit and starts rubbing it slightly fast as he pulls her ass out towards him more and lets his cock slip into the open. He moans loudly at the tightness of it and pushes a bit more letting more slip insider her. He starts rubbing her clit harder now so to give her something pleasant to feel as he pushes harder and lets the rest of his cock into her tight ass. Then holding onto her hip with one he starts pumping in and out of her. Slowly at first but hearing her moans he gets a bit faster and he leans down encouraging her, “Yes girl, enjoy Master’s cock because it’s yours”. To keep up with his girls moans, the man starts moving faster and faster inside her ass. The tightness of it feeling better than ever so much so that he can’t help but to go even faster. He grabs her hips with both hands and goes deeper yet until he can’t go any further and before he knows he is all out fucking her ass and his girl is moaning loudly. “Yes! My girl likes it as much as I do! He exclaims to himself. He yells at her to cum and she does and he just goes faster and harder. His balls are hitting her pussy hard and the table is rubbing her clit for him and he can’t bring himself to slow down because he has to have this ass of hers! “Girl! When I cum, you cum .. you hear?” “Yes Master, she replies and he smiles and starts concentrating on fucking her again. Her body moving back and forth across the table as he pushes and pulls his cock in and out of her ass. “Yes girl yes, your Master will cum very soon!” And after saying that the girls feels hot jets shooting off like rockets inside her ass and her Master is screaming “CUM NOW GIRL!” and she does .. and hard. He continues pumping in her as he can’t stop. He has already cum but he wants more. Over and over he continues to fuck her and she continues to cum each time he tells her too and his excitement keeps growing and driving him for more. Soon he can’t take it anymore and flips her over and forces his cock into her pussy once again and fucks her with newly found energy over and over harder and harder until he cums again. Never before has he cum 4 times so quickly but this girl is more than worth it and he would do it again if he could. But he knew he should rest and that is what he will do but first, one last time .. for now .. he looks at her and leans down on her body one last and while wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly he whispers, “Cum one last time for your Master girl, make me proud!” and she puts her arms around him and holds him close to her body and cums. He can feel every jerk or her body and hear every moan like it was coming from him instead of her. “Yes girl, your Master is proud!” He leans down and kisses her and continues to hold her close for a few moments before picking her up and sitting down in the chair with her on his lap and his cock still pushed up inside her. He hugs her close to him and just holds her this way for a long time. After both of them have caught their breath the man asks, “Is my lovely girl hungry?” to which she replies, “Only for you Master” and that makes him smile and he hugs her close again. “Good answer my love!” He calls the server over and cancels the order and gives her 500 hundred dollars and says “We will be leaving now. But from now on when my girl and I visit this place you will be our server.” The server nods and hurries away and the man laughs. “Let’s go home love so that I may devour you once again!” And with that the man stands and closes his pants back up and puts on his shoes and leads his girl out of the restaurant on a leash and still completely naked for all to see and the girl doesn’t even flinch at the stares but instead keeps her eyes on her Master the whole time. She was his and he WILL protect her… he promised and she … trusted that to be true.

Fun with Sherry I couldn’t believe how lucky I got when my sister-in-law Sherry came to visit her sister (my wife, Cara). Sherry’s single and Cara is her only sister. I was feeling a little down at the time as I was unemployed and upset with myself for allowing myself to get out of shape and pack on some extra pounds. One morning while Cara was at work, I was lounging around on the living room sofa in a t-shirt and shorts when Sherry came into the room wearing gym shots and a t-shirt, complaining her feet were bothering her. Sherry is 40, but a knockout. The combination of her short, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, slim figure, tight ass and 36D breasts never fails to turn me on. I often fantasize about fucking her from behind or having a threesome with Sherry and Cara. I offered to give her a foot rub, which she accepted. We made small talk while I massaged her feet, occasionally sliding a hand up to massage her calves as well. She just smiled and said the massage felt good, not commenting on my hands roaming up above her ankles. I offered to massage the rest of her legs and she said that would be nice. So I draped her feet over my legs while sitting next to her (she was laying down) and proceeded to massage her thighs, making sure my fingers stopped at the bottom of her shorts. Although I had the hots for her, I didn’t want to get her pissed off and tell Cara that I was attempting to make a pass at her, so I was very careful with how high up her legs my hands went. However I did notice that she had her eyes closed a big smile on her face. When I finished she said “that was wonderful, do you think you could massage my back?” I responded “Sure” and she asked would it be easier if she was bent over leaning on a table or flat on her stomach on the floor. I responded with bent over the table. As we got up Sherry’s foot brushed against my cock. Despite the fact that she’s never shown any interest in me I had to wonder if it was accidental or intentional. Soon I was giving her the massage, keeping my hands outside the t-shirt for fear of her telling Cara I made a pass at her. As I massaged I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra as there were no bra straps in the way of my hands. After 5-10 minutes she said to me “maybe this will make things easier for you” and proceeded to take off her shirt bringing those beautiful 36Ds into view. I stared for a minute and felt my cock begin to get hard. She just chuckled, winked, and said “You’re married to my kid sister, don’t get any ideas.” However I did get an idea and decided to throw caution into the wind. While continuing the back massage I would let my fingertips “accidentally” go under the waistband of the shorts to I was brushing them against the top of her ass, making it seem like it was part of the massage. I felt myself getting harder the longer she was bent over in front of me and topless. Then she shocked me by asking “if I said it was ok for you to make a move on me, what would you do?” With that I took a step forward so she could feel my hard-on pressing against her ass and brought my hands down off her shoulders and went directly for her breasts – caressing them in my hands and rolling the nipples between two fingers I then leaned forward licked from her neck to her ear and whispered “I’d probably start like this” She responded “that’s good, but I’m sure you can do better. let’s see what else you’ve got” So I continued the massage for another minute, once again pausing to caress her breasts while my hands were on their way down, but this time I didn’t stop at the top of her gym shorts, I proceeded to pull them down to discover that she was naked underneath. I then used two fingers to gently massage her clit, and brought the other hand up to massage her breast. I leaned into her and asked “is this better?” With that she sighed as she reached back and pulled out my cock stroking it gently and said “does this answer your question?” I told her it did and hurriedly took off my own clothes so I was naked as well. Then I stepped up right behind her and started to massage her ass, pulling the cheeks apart every so often while she continued to stroke me and caress my balls. But I couldn’t resist those magnificent breasts so I stood her up and turned her around so we were face-to-face. We shared a passionate kiss – our tongues intertwined Then I moved my mouth down and started sucking on the breasts one at a time, nibbling on the nipples while right hand was busy alternating between rubbing her clit and sliding two fingers slowly inside her All the while she was slowly stroking my cock and caressing my balls with a perfect touch. Every few strokes she’d pause to spit on her hand to make sure this prime hand job was a wet one. After a good 10-15 minutes I said “do you want me inside you” to which Sherry whispered “yes”. I turned her around and bent her over and slowly eased my wet, aching cock into her tight, wet pussy. I leaned forward to grab her breasts and held onto them as I pumped into her for several minutes alternating between quick, hard thrusts and slow pumps. She was moaning softly saying how good it felt. I pulled out and said “you might like this better” and held her ass, spreading her cheeks apart as I slowly slid my pussy-juice lubed cock into her tight ass. She groaned “yeah baby that feels so good” as I inched my way in. Once I was all the way in, I grabbed her hips and started pumping into her hard and fast. I was trying to go faster and harder with each thrust and she kept perfect time by bucking back against me, making the sound of our bodies slapping together even louder. She was rubbing her clit hard while I fucked her ass. After afew minutes she again shouted “yeah baby that feels so fucking good” and I couldn’t agree more as I felt my own orgasm starting to build. A minute later she shouted “I’m cumming!” and seconds later I shouted “So am I” and shot my load into her tight ass. As we slumped forward, our sweaty bodies pressed together, I reached forward, grabbed her tits and pulled her upright against me and said “That was fantastic, but we can’t tell Cara about this” Sherry said “Maybe we won’t, but you did disappointment me” I said “How?” Sherry said “With all the attention you were paying to my tits I thought for sure I was going to get to see you shoot your load all over them.” and with that she brought a nipple up to her tongue and licked it. I said “sorry about that” Sherry said “I’ll forgive you, however keeping it a secret from Cara will depend on one thing.” Horrified I asked “What?” Sherry gave an evil smile and said “You have to fuck me that good anytime and anywhere I want the rest of my visit.” Little did I realize how often she’d want it (to be continued…)

The couple stumbled out into the biting night air and unconsciously chose a direction in which to walk. The man, dressed as a puppeteer, clutched his companion tight around the waist and said, “You’re my most beautiful doll.” And she was. She had the perfect height and figure for this puppeteer. She just barely had to prop her slim, gorgeous body up on her toes to give him the kiss his compliment had aimed for. She held it just a second longer than he expected, and when she pulled away the puppeteer could not take his eyes off her moist ruby red lips. The doll said, “That’s easy since I’m the only doll you have. What makes me so special?” “The way you do exactly as you’re told, that’s what,” he said. “I do exactly what I want,” she said, “it just so happens that it mostly corresponds with what I’m told.” “Spin around,” he told her. She spun around. As he watched her he grew excited. The flick of her curly blonde hair and the rouge on her cheeks made her a caricature of her own beauty. Her black and white dress that just barely gave away a hint of the shape of her buttocks when she spun made the puppeteers heart jump, and when her eyes caught his as she slowed her turn he gave her a mischievous smile. “What?” she asked. “Why did you want to leave the party?” he responded. “It’s late. I thought we might be able to have more fun ourselves.” “Oh, really? And where is that?” “Right here looks good to me,” she said. She stopped walking. The puppeteer looked around and found that they were somehow alone in a park. It was dark, the moon above them only a sliver of light. The night was silent. The city street they had left was invisible in every direction and the air was undisturbed by anything but their soft and excited breathing. “So what kind of fun are we going to have?” asked the puppeteer. And the doll said, “Practice. You’re going to practice.” “Practice what?” “Being my puppeteer, silly” she said, “what else?” “Oh. Right,” he added belatedly. “Well? Tell me what to do, Master,” and she gave him a look that betrayed her obedience, but made him want to be that Master more than ever. “Before we do anything else,” he said, “I think we’re going to need some fire to stay warm. So fetch some sticks.” “Found one,” she said as she grabbed the entirety of his manhood in her hands. The puppeteer gave a jolt. Her face inches from his and his penis was swelling rapidly in her fist. The feeling of her hot breath on his neck made him want to thrust his own hand right up her frilly little skirt and find was he knew was waiting for him. But, no, there would be plenty of time for that. He roughly spun her around and whispered in her ear from behind, “Some sticks that are made of wood, please.” She lingered a second and then pranced away like the doll that she was, never turning around to reveal the smile on her face. For she wasn’t ready just yet to let the puppeteer know how much she enjoyed taking his orders, or how much more she would enjoy disobeying them. She walked around the edge of their little clearing picking up twigs and branches and remembering the feeling of the puppeteers growing cock in her hand... “Stop,” came the puppeteer’s voice. Again the doll kept her back to him. “You’re doing it wrong, little one.” At this she turned to face him. “How so, Master?” “I would like you to turn back around and pick up that branch, without bending your knees.” Bastard, she thought. If you’re going to rush the game like that, why don’t you just come over here and fuck me now? But she obeyed. And the puppeteer watched as his little doll planted her high-heeled feet twice her shoulders’ width apart and bent over with straight legs and the sexiest arched back he had ever seen. She’s flexible, he thought, that might be useful. When she could easily have reached the branch on the ground, she continued to bend over until the was almost folded in two, and as she did this the back of her skirt rode up to reveal a perfectly round, smooth ass at the top of those beautifully muscled legs. And in the bright moonlight the puppeteer could just make out the outline of her parted vagina lips framing a white glint off the hot wetness accumulating on her clitoris. I knew it, he said to himself. Resisting the temptation to creep up behind and slide a finger inside her, he said, “That should be good for now. Come over here.” He met her gaze with a newly confident and self-satisfied smile as she approached him, and said, “Just drop them there.” “Are you sure I shouldn’t turn around first, Master?” “Uh, well,” he said taken by surprise, “only if you desire it, love.” And she dropped the pile of sticks at his feet where she stood, giving him a smile that for the first time hinted at defiance. Not ready to give over his power so easily, the puppeteer decided to show her who was in charge. “Now. Kiss me,” he commanded. The doll’s gaze did not falter. She held it for a second, just to make him doubt the force of his orders, and then she took a step towards him, grabbing the back of his neck and planting her rose-red lips onto his. She had been more than ready to seduce her puppeteer into submission, but when his tongue entered her mouth the shock her body took drew all other thoughts from her mind. Their tongues met in wet heat and for the first time, she noticed the burning between her legs. Her thighs rubbed together and she realized that they were soaking wet. Did the puppeteer know how he was affecting her? No, she thought, and then she stopped thinking, again. He bit down on her bottom lip at the same time her clitoris met the top of his leg and a small orgasm pulsed through her entire body. She rocked back and forth pleasuring herself against him while their tongues and lips and teeth continued to wrestle in their passion. The puppeteer, despite his confident outlook could not believe the fervor with which his innocent-looking doll attacked him. He could feel the wetness from her panty-less crotch beginning to soak through his pant leg but he didn’t care. It was all he could do to keep up with the rapid intensity of their tongue play. He was now fully erect and hardly aware of his own thrusting returning those of his relentless puppet on his thigh. Then her hip bone rolled up against the underside of his head through his pants in such a way that he thought he would cum immediately. Instead, he slapped both of his hands onto the doll’s now bare buttocks, her skirt having ridden all the way up to her waist. He squeezed those perfect ass cheeks and forced her even closer to him, as their kissing gave way to the furious biting and sucking of each other’s necks. His doll began to speed up her thrusting and all the puppeteer could manage to think was of the wet heat of her pussy that had reached his fingertips. Suddenly they were on the ground and she was on top of him, still thrusting, even harder than before. She bit his neck so hard that he had to squeeze her ass tightly to keep from pulling away. As he did this she let out a moan that could have made the puppeteer hard by itself, and he took this opportunity to finally slip the middle finger of his left hand into her waiting vagina. He slid it down over her asshole and it was excepted like an old friend by her smooth hairless lips, and at last it was surrounded by her warmth. Everything stopped. The doll was now straddling her puppeteer, and she grasped his left hand which still had a single finger inside of her. “I’m cold,” she said with a pout. She was back. “What?” “Don’t you think we should make the fire like you said?” And after a beat she added, “Master.” “It’s just so difficult for me to stay focussed on your orders if I’m cold.” She cupped her still covered breasts in her hands. “Okay,” he said. “Okay. There are a couple of logs over there, why don’t you grab them?” “Oh, baby, I don’t know if I can lift those. They look heavy.” “Alright, then. Why don’t you get off me so I can go grab them?” “Oh,” she giggled, “right.” She stood up, pulling the puppeteer’s finger out of her still moist vagina, fixed her skirt, and then walked straight over his head giving him a perfect view of goal he had been so close to achieving. He stood up and awkwardly tucked his erection into his waistband. He then begrudgingly gathered a couple of logs and threw them on top of the kindling. He pulled a lighter from his pocket and tried to light the twigs. After a few failed attempts he said, “It won’t work, the kindling is too wet.” “We’ll just have to burn something else to dry it out then,” said the doll. “Like what?” “Take off your clothes,” she said. “What?” “Do you want me, Master? Then take off your clothes and set fire to them.” “I give the orders here,” he said. “You take off your dress.” “Okay, Master, I’m just afraid I won’t be able to stay excited for you in this sort of cold.” He hesitated, and said, “Alright, alright. But when I’m done with this you’re taking off your dress.” “Okay, Master.” The puppeteer took off his shirt to reveal tan skin and a lean muscled torso. The doll looked on with an eager smile while he stuffed his shirt under the logs and lit it on fire. When he turned back to her the smile was gone, replaced with a blank and innocent look. The wood did not catch, and so the puppeteer had to remove his shoes to get to his socks, and then his slacks, and finally his underwear had to be added to the fire as well before it would really start. The doll stood there looking at his naked body, with its bronze color and muscle lines defined in the flickering firelight. Despite the distraction his penis was long and still hard, and the doll could not help but imagine taking it in her fist and sliding it deep inside of her while she wrapped her legs over this man’s strong back. “Now take off your dress,” he said. She grabbed the bottom of the skirt, pulling it up over her head and thought, That’s the last order you’ll give tonight. Puppeteer watched as all he desired was revealed before him. The skirt came up above the perfectly bare vagina that had so briefly been his. He could still see her wetness glistening around it. Then came her hips and flat, white stomach with skin that just begged to be touched. And finally her breasts. As she pulled the dress off of them they bounced and the puppeteer saw that the nipples were puffy and a light pink, looking not at all as if they had been cold. But he never noticed. He was entranced by the small perky breasts and how they seemed to be inviting him to bury his face in them. She stared back at him apathetically. The puppeteer began to approach her when she spoke. “Warm me up,” she said. “Put your arms around me.” As all the puppeteer was wanted to do was touch that incredible body, he obliged. He pressed his hairy chest against her delicate breasts and wrapped her in his arms. His penis was pushed to one side against her stomach but she seemed not to notice as he gently thrust against her. He was appreciating the fine grooves of her back and about to venture below to her ass again when she spoke a second time. “Now I want you to make me hot.” He stepped back. “What?” The doll sat down then on the ground right in front of him. His dick was jouncing only inches from her face. She leaned back on her hands and open he legs and told him, “Eat me.” The puppeteer could hardly believe his ears, but instantly all he wanted to do was to fulfill this wish. Without question, he got down on his hands and knees. He began to kiss gently her inner thighs. He could taste her juices from earlier on when they had spread as she used him as a pleasure tool. His eyes were now so close to her vagina that he could barely focus on it. Her lips were wide open for him to see the deep pink of her clitoris, swollen with anticipation. He looked up at her once before diving in and received an expectant gaze that told him he should no longer delay. The doll let out a quick exhale of breath as her puppeteer touched his lips to her. He began by sucking gently on her clit which after just a few seconds made her entire body shudder. All of a sudden he let out his tongue to stroke up and down the entrance to her vagina. She grabbed his hair with in a fist, almost losing her balance and falling back. He looked up at her and she pushed his face back down. As he licked and sucked on her she watched him, and her desire grew even stronger as she grew nearer and nearer to climax. She began to thrust herself against his mouth, the pressure of the strong muscle of his tongue against her clit almost becoming too much to bare. He sped up his motions until the doll thought she could not take it anymore and so she pulled his head up. She said, “Since you’ve been such a good boy now I will give you something too. But don’t think you get to stop. Get on your back.” He obeyed. She climbed on top of him and slid her tongue into his mouth for a brief and passionate second before turning around so that her pussy and asshole were right in his face. “This won’t last very long, so enjoy it while you can,” she said. And with that the puppeteer suddenly felt his entire cock engulfed in warmth. Through her legs and past her hanging breasts he could see her head move up and down rapidly over his penis. Her lips stretched out over the base of his cock before they sucked straight back up to the tip, just to do it again, and again. He was totally entranced by this vision when the doll lowered her pussy down onto his face. It surprised him and his neck went limp for a second, allowing his head to fall back. Then he immediately bounced back and thrust his tongue inside of her. The smell and taste of her overwhelmed his senses as he toyed with the soft tissue of her clitoris. At the same time he could not help himself but begin to thrust his own member deeper into her mouth. She responded merely by thrusting back down on his face. After only about a minute of this, the puppeteers penis started to throb as he approached orgasm. But the doll must have sensed this, for she sat suddenly upright. She allowed the puppeteer to continue to pleasure her for another 30 seconds, which he gladly did. Then she stood up, turned around, and without a word sat down on his penis. She rubbed her wet, open vagina up and down the underside of the shaft to protesting moans from the puppeteer. Then, without a word, she grabbed his cock, pointed it upward and slipped it inside of her. It went deeper than she expected and gave her a jolt, which only made her desire for the puppeteer increase several times. She leaned down to kiss him, and when their mouths met she grabbed his torso and rolled them over so that he was on top. “It’s your turn now,” she said. He looked at her with an intensity like he could devour her in a second, and she smiled and dug her nails into his ass cheeks. He began to thrust hard and fast. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his body and his penis entered her even more deeply than before. He continued to thrust faster and faster while the doll began to moan aloud in spite of herself. She needed to do something with her pleasure, so she reached down and grabbed the puppeteer by the balls, squeezing just enough to make him wince but not to deter him from his purpose. With her other hand she caressed his asshole and he changed his thrusts to long, deep ones, getting further inside the puppeteer than ever. But the doll wanted more. She pushed the puppeteer off of her and faced the other way, getting up on her hands and knees and spreading her legs. The puppeteer understood. He grabbed her hips and inserted himself into the waiting opening, now hotter than ever. The doll screamed and the puppeteer moaned as his knees felt weak. But there was no stopping now, only passion. His pushed and pushed into her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around the squeeze and play with her clit while they both got closer and closer to orgasm. He sped up now, his balls slapping up against her on every thrust, her breathing audible and now sounding desperate to cum. Just when the puppeteer thought he would explode inside of her, the doll got off of his dick, pushed him over on his back, and reinserted him into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and with one huge thrust against him she came. The puppeteer returned it with one of his own and he had an orgasm that seemed to last minutes while they held each other close in the grass. The fire next to them was now reduced to embers. Lying on their backs in the softening moonlight, the doll looked over at her puppeteer, smiled and said, “Now make me warm.” “Yes, Master,” he said, and he rolled over on top of her.

[My First Time It was the school holidays and I had been visiting a relative and I was on my was home. I needed to pee and walked into the public loo…you know the sort, smelly and dirty. An old guy was already in there I stood at the urinal, desperate to unzip and get my cock out before I started to pee. Only just making it in time I sensed I was being watched. I glanced across at the only guy there and he was watching me as he stroked his semi hard cock. I couldn’t help but look at it and my 14 year old cock started to involuntarily get hard. I had started to play with myself some months earlier so I knew what was happening. The old guy obviously seen my growing cock as an invite and turned to face me and openly stroked his cock…my eyes were transfixed on his growing cock as he looked at my young cock get hard. He moved closer and I let him take my cock in his hand….he only stroked me 2 or 3 times before I cum in his hand. He took some tissue out of his pocket and wiped my cum off his hand. I didn’t know what to do, I was in a bit of a daze, so I quickly zipped up, cum still dripping from my softening cock and rushed out the loo. That night at home I realised I had enjoyed the feeling of an old man’s hand on my cock. The next day I went back to the public loo hoping to see the old perv again and have my cock tugged again….I walked in and disappointment hit me as all the urinals were empty. Oh well, yesterday must have been a one off. As I stood there having a pee I heard footsteps and a guy of about 50 walked to the urinal….it wasn’t the old perv from yesterday and I was just about to zip up when I glanced across and much to my surprise he was stroking….I took my hardening cock out again and just stood there pretending to pee, gently stroking my cock. The guy was looking around and edged closer to get a good look at my cock….I was getting harder and felt like I was on the verge of cumming without much stroking. His cock was hard as he moved closer and I turned to let him see my hard cock…he smiled and grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. I stroked it as he grabbed mine. Again, it wasn’t long before I was cumming and I was disappointed not to have lasted longer but instead of zipping up and fleeing as I had done yesterday I stood there stroking him. He had a look of enjoyment on his face as I stroked him to a full erection. He was looking around to ensure no one else was entering. Then, with a grunt, he shot a rope of hot cum over my wrist, then another and a final small load. He smiled and handed me some tissue to wipe up his seed. He zipped up, thanked me and left. I was hooked….i loved the excitement of getting played with and playing with old cock. Making them happy having a 14 year old hand bringing them to a climax. The rest of the holidays was spent going to the loo and playing with cock, rarely playing with the same cock 2 days running. Some guys didn’t want to be played with in the loo and I remember the first time a guy said he had a car and did I want to go somewhere quiet. Off I went and he drove to some back street where we wouldn’t be disturbed and he pulled down his trousers and pants – that was the first time I had seen an old cock that wasn’t just jutting out of a pair of trousers as I stroked it. He leaned back and placed my hand on his balls and directed me to play with them and stroke him. He told me to take my trousers down so he could do the same to me…I obeyed without question and he squeezed my balls. Without warning, he leaned over and took me in his mouth….I was shocked and thrilled at the same time and it wasn’t long before I filled his mouth with my young cum …wow, I loved it. He tried to get me to suck him but I refused (that was to be the one and only time ) and I stroked him until he grunted and emptied. I think he was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t take him in my mouth. Then one day, a guy of about 60 said he lived close by and we could drive there and have some fun in his flat. I agreed and off we went. Once inside his flat he was kissing me and grabbing me, up until then It was limited to playing with cock, this was another step as his tongue was in my mouth. He took my clothes off and stripped himself. Another first, an old naked man stood in front of me, his limp cock hanging down. He beckoned me forward to touch him, I obeyed and soon he was growing in my hand. He forced me to my knees and placed his cock near my face. I tried to turn away but he held my head in place and moved his hardening cock nearer. ‘Suck it’ he said thrusting forward, I was a little scared….this was something a little too far. Not knowing what was going to happen I reluctantly opened my mouth a little as he thrust forward again. The tip of his cock touched my lips and he pushed again…this time my mouth opened a little more and he invaded my mouth with about 2’’ of his cock. I gagged a little as he started to fuck my mouth. I gradually got used to it as he got into a rhythm. I knelt there as he used my mouth for his enjoyment without any thought for me. This went on for some time before I felt his cock twitch in my mouth as he shot his seed into my mouth, it felt like gallons as it oozed out the corner of my mouth. I gagged and he pulled out as his cum spilled from my mouth onto his floor. I had been used as a cum dump for the first time….deep down I knew it wouldn’t be the last

Chelsea woke up in the morning determined to execute her plan. Her husband, James, had been gone for so long, she couldn’t stand not being able to experience life and explore as a person. James had worked for only a few years as a world-famous travelling photograph in an upscale art registry. However, she felt the neglect, she knew that James had loved her, but he travelled so much while she waited and waited, not knowing that her husband had the same things in mind. It wasn’t that she hated or disliked her husband, it was the complete opposite. She and James had met in college, senior year, they quickly fell in love after sharing so many common interests. They both entered with art degrees, Chelsea hoped to be an interior designer and fell in love with the industry. James graduated with a photography, but his career had already skyrocketed before school was even over. He flew around the world to hand high portfolio clients, yes, they had been a lot of model clients and magazines wanting half-nude girls, but it was his profession. As difficult as it may be to believe, Chelsea wasn’t jealous, she knew that James was loyal, otherwise, she never would have married him. She just felt trapped, unsure of what to do with her life now, they had been married for a couple years, together for four. James made so much money she didn’t need to work, so she just spent a lot of her time exercising and designing mockups for hypothetical clients. Maybe she was jealous, James had been so successful while she sat at home doing close to nothing. As Chelsea got up, she picked out a red and black sports bra, sliding it over her well rounded, twenty-four year old body. She put on her tight, yoga running shorts and laced her shoes to get ready for pre-lunch workout. She worked out after breakfast until noon, showered before a light lunch, and went for a stretch yoga class before James would come home. Throughout the day, she felt relaxed, with a sense of purpose. But as she waited for James to come home, she thought: what if she was making a mistake? Her husband had been quite the lover over the years, raining presents on holidays and as random surprises. He never missed a FaceTime session, he really did love her. Chelsea wasn’t sure what to do, she felt limited, unambitious. James came through the door with his suitcase and backpack. “Chels, you home?” “Hello there, who’s this stranger?” Cut that out Chelsea, you need to tell him what you want and that’s that. James walked up to her, picked her up and kissed her parting lips, so soft and firm, he hardened at the sight of her. Chelsea hadn’t had sex in over a month, James was overseas, as she waited and waited, she was dying to be fucked. The thought of his hard cock thrusting inside of her made her wet. He always so sexy, the sight of him and his chiseled body ran shivers through her body. She hardly could remember what she had to talk about. His hands ran all over her body as he could only press her so close to his body. His cock swelled at the sight of his lovely wife. She was always smaller than James, but the height difference was perfect, she was 5’6”, 135 lbs, tanned with her smooth Columbian mix, and had a tight body. She worked so hard for it and he could always tell whenever he saw her. Her years of yoga and cardio workouts had toned her upper body, giving her a tightness he couldn’t describe. Her workouts had rounded her ass making it pillowy and spankable. After a certain point, her ass didn’t get firmer, it started swelling giving her a body gifted from a goddess. Standing in front of him with her pink shirt and black pants he could see her curves accentuated in the light, making her 34Ds look larger than normal. He took control of his wife and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you until I can’t get hard anymore.” Chelsea moaned as James started taking off her shirt, his fingernails running against her smooth sides. Chelsea had changed into a loose fitting pink crop top after her stretch class. Her new bra, red and black, was specially designed to make her boobs look sexily pushed up and pillowy. She could feel her matching panties getting moist from James’ roughness. She didn't know he could still do this to her. She wanted him, she could feel the sexual tension coursing around her, waiting to explode. She pushed James back onto the couch, so she could start unbuckling his jeans. As soon as Chelsea got his cock out James leaned over and spanked Chelsea over her tight fitting yoga pants. He had missed her big, juicy ass ever since he took the departure flight from home. He grabbed her ass firmly right before Chelsea swallowed his cock, causing her mouth to open even more as his penis swelled in size. James knew he was larger than normal, models in other countries always tried to hit on him, grabbing his cock as a way to tease him. Some girls were surprised by the packaging they were handling. Chelsea enveloped the head of James’ hard cock before slowly going deeper, flicking her tongue against the bottom of his cock. She felt his cock getting to its full size, filling her mouth even more, she had forgotten how big James’ cock was. She pictured it sliding into her wet, hairless pussy, she wanted it lodged in her ass until she could feel it poking out her front. But, James would never want that. James thought about all the nasty things was going to do to his wife, making her writhe in pleasure. He thought about getting lube for anal, but knew that his wife wasn’t interested in anything past standard sex. He was fine with it, ready to fuck her to climax. He picked up Chelsea and put her upside down on the couch. He kneeled letting Chelsea lick the tip of his cock as he slowly breathed hot air on Chelsea’s already wet pussy. His tongue extended slowly into her honey pot tasting the juices, before spreading her pussy lips with his fingers. James let his tongue lick Chelsea’s pussy from top to bottom, he pushed into her pussy cavity, making her moan with his cock in her mouth. He worked his way to the clit, spitting on it and started to rub her pussy. He was going to make her beg to cum. His tongue found the little punching bag and he tongue-punched it, top to bottom, causing Chelsea to gasp. He wrapped his lips around her pussy, and slowly sucked and licked and sucked and licked until Chelsea was writhing in pleasure. James’s tongue got further and further into Chelsea’s pussy until she was screaming. “Oh fuck, James… Fuck me… I need your cock inside me right now… Pound my pussy, baby. I need your big dick to fill me up” “You want this?” James pointed to his full enlarged member, standing at 8”, James wanted to split his wife into halves and make her black out from orgasms. “Yes, baby. Come give me that cock.’ James climbed up onto the couch, Chelsea’s ass still up in the air, supported by the couch, to slide his long member into his wife’s tight, slippery pussy. Before James got half way in, Chelsea paused and said, “Wait.” James held back a sigh, thinking she was going to stop sex from happening. She had done it before, but he misjudged her. “Sit on the couch, I want to ride your cock until I cum all over it.” James picked up his wife and sat down, placing her directly over top his 8” of engorged cock. James was a strong man, at least 70 lbs heavier than Chelsea and towered over her at 6’2”. She lowered her on to his thick member, half expecting needing to slow down, Chelsea moaned as his large cock filled her tight pussy. She didn’t know how much she could handle, she practiced with dildos the size of his cock beforehand, making sure she could stretch to his size. James kept going, surprised she bottomed out on his cock and had been able to stretch that much. He felt reinvigorated, he was going to fuck his wife so well, she would never forget it. He stood up and picked his wife as he began to slide deep inside and out of her velvet pussy. Thrusting his cock into her repeatedly. James wanted to fuck her until they felt utter exhaustion. James sped up, his thrusting jackhammering into Chelsea’s pussy. “Oh fuck, baby, your big cock feels sooooooo gooooood.” Chelsea shouted as he began to pound her hard. Her body was shaking from the sensation, making her hornier and wetter. She much preferred his cock over her toys, picturing him inside her each time her rubbed her pussy, wanting to me stretched out. Chelsea’s big ass rippled from the pounding, making her firm butt jiggle repeatedly. She moaned, she screamed, she swore, she shouted. “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME. Make me your little cum slut, I want to feel you explode all over me. Drench me in cum.” His body glistening in sweat, he slowed down slightly to put her down and bend her over the chair in the corner. He lined his cock up, but bent down to spit on her already wet pussy, sliding two fingers into her gaping sex pot. He missed having her next to him, being with her, and being able to talk her. He wouldn’t deny how much he missed fucking her. James stood up, his wife’s pussy lubed for the taking, thrusting in. He split her pussy wide open and groaned in pleasure as his wife accommodated his cock. Chelsea felt James’ long dick pushing inside her expanding her wet pussy, making her moan feeling her month-virgin tight walls covered in orgasmic pussy juices. She felt his cock go so deep inside her, she thought she would split into two. James smiled. She loved how his cock felt deep inside her, she practiced so he could fit his whole cock into her. Her walls began to vibrate, feeling an intense need to cum. “Oh fuck, baby, you’re going to make me cum.” “Nuh-uh, you’re not allowed just yet.” Chelsea didn’t know if she could stave off her massive orgasm, mounting from the pounding he was giving her. James flipped her over, picked her up, placed her on the couch and started missionary fucking her. Chelsea gripped the cushions as his cock plunged into her silk walls. She had missed feeling so fulfilled and emotionally connected. Chelsea’s pussy began to uncontrollably shake as James’ cock made her pussy walls so wet she began to be unable to hold back her orgasm. “Baby, please, please, let me cum. I’ll do anything. I can’t handle it. Please,” begging her strong husband to cum, she wanted to explode all over his cock, letting the sensations roll through her toned body. “That’s a naughty thing for you to say, I think I’ll hold you to it.” James started pounding away as hard as he could wanting to make his beautiful slut of wife cum. Chelsea couldn’t hold back any more, her body exploded with feeling, her pussy was so hot, she couldn’t handle how intense her orgasm became. Her vision went blurry, she began to moan so loudly that she had forgotten neighbours ever existed. Her body shook from the immense pleasure rocking her body to the core. James continued to pound recklessly. Her nipples stood on its ends, feeling so nice in the cool air. Her breasts heaved up and down as James plunged deep into her, James reached up and squeeze her big breasts, pinching her nipples gently enough to leak juices. Chelsea was so sensitive she couldn’t hold back her second orgasm, ravaging her body and mind. “OHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK.” Rolls of her second orgasm pleasured her every being, radiating through her nipples and pussy, she leaked more slick liquid out of her perky, jutting breasts. James pulled his cock out of Chelsea, grabbing her hair and pulling her to her knees, he came all over her pleasured face. Rocking from her second full body orgasm, Chelsea reached unspeakable heights of orgasming as the first rope of cum landed on her face. She rubbed her pussy viciously, trying to rub every last piece of pleasure out of her body. Cum roped over her face, leading from her mouth to her forehead. A third orgasm rocked her very being, Chelsea began to see spots.

I've been looking at the site for a few months now and decided to write a story about the first time I had sex with the person who would become my wife... I'm not a professional writer so be easy on me. This was 2 months over 40 years ago, so the details may be off and the conversations may not be totally accurate but I tried to convey the feeling at the time. All names mentioned are not our real names, of course. =========================================================================================== I had transferred from a two year junior college to a four year university in Air Force ROTC and had just gotten to the university from ROTC summer camp. I also was active in marching band at the university. This is were I met a very nice lady, Kay (for the purposes of this story). Then she was about 5'7", shoulder length dishwater blond hair and glasses but what attracted me to her was her 'larger than normal' back end, OK butt. She played clarinet and usually marched a few people in front of me in band formations as I played percussion. Kay was also involved with ROTC as a sophomore when we met. I talked to her a few times after marching band rehearsal and found out she lived about 30 miles from the town where the university is. I thought that I wasn't making any headway on getting to know her better so I just left it at that. About a month after school started, on a Thursday night, I was at the student union playing pinball in the bowling alley in the union (this was1976 just after the bicentennial) and Kay comes into the bowling alley to shoot some pool on the one snooker table the union had. It turned out she had come to the union for a club meeting that night and was killing some time. I came over to her and started talking to her. She invited me to play against her. I had never played snooker before so I had no idea what I was doing. She explained the game to me and we started playing. As expected, she pretty much beat me hands down the first match. She racked the balls up again and we played the second game. I got better this time as I learned the game and it was much closer than the first game. The third game started and Kay said something that floored me, figuratively. Kay said "Brad, if you ever beet me, I'll have sex with you". I asked, a single game or 2 out of 3. Kay said 2 out of 3. This made things much more "interesting". I asked Kay if she had a boy friend and she said currently, no. I thought things may be looking up, but I didn't want to go too fast, even if I did beat her at some point. Kay beat me again, 3 straight games. I paid for the table rental and thank Kay for teaching me the game. She said she loves to play snooker and learned to play from her older brother. I thought this might be a one night only deal and didn't think she would show up next Thursday. All night in the dorm I thought about Kay and playing snooker and how I might having sex with her, if I beat her. My mind was running on overdrive and the different possibilities raced. I did want to have sex with her but need to play it cool. A week later, Kay did show up at the student union bowling ally and again, we played snooker. She was dressed in gray slacks and a cotton blouse with a bra underneath. This is the night things changed. She beat me the first game as usual but the next game, I just barely beat her. She seemed surprised and a little nervous with the possibility that she would have to come through with her bet. The third game was tight, going back and forth. In the middle of the game, Kay asked me if I had a condom. I said yes, but I thought she might be on the pill. She was, but she wanted to be "doubly sure". I made the winning shot and Kay took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Then said, " OK, pay for the table", which I did. She took my hand and led me to her car, a few blocks away from the Union. Outside, she took my arm as we walked down the street to her car (a late 1960's Chrysler with bucket seats in the front and bench seat in the back) "You learn fast. I thought it would be a few more weeks before you would beat me", she said, "let's see what else you can learn tonight", placing her head on my shoulder. "Pretty night", I said, "almost as pretty as the company I'm width" "Thank you" and then said, "I've seen you glancing at me from time to time in band and drill" "Was I that obvious?" "Yes, and I've been glancing at you too. I thought it was time we got to know each other. I wasn't too interested at first, but you grew on me. You didn't push yourself at me and I liked that. All my other boy friends, all of them, tended to touch first and ask questions later." We both laughed at that as we got to her car. She unlocked the passenger side for me to get in, I reached over and unlocked the driver side. Getting in the car, Kay stared it and we drove off into the early night. I said, "So you thought I would beat you sometime?" "There was always that possibility, but I was prepared if you did" "Prepared?", I blurted. "I'm not a virgin. I do like intercourse, with the right guy. I thought maybe, well....ahhh" "That I was a virgin", I said, "well, I'm not but I've only been with one other woman that didn't last that long" "How long?" "Five times, once with out a condom and I came rather quickly", I came back Kay then goes on to tell me, she had been on the pill since 16. And thank goodness for that because most of her boy friends didn't like to use a rubber. Kay lights up a Swishier Sweet and goes on. Of the guys she had been with until then, didn't do to much to get her off, most of the time it was a one time session. A thought was starting to form in my mind. If this was going to go any where, I had better learn how to please Kay. Driving on the rural roads near town, we got out into the country about 20 miles when we came to a dirt road. Kay turns on the dirt road and drives a few hundred feet to another path where there was a gate. Kay pulls up to the gate and tells me to open it and she will pull through then close it behind the car. I did that and got back in. Kay said that this land was her Uncle Chris's land and we drive a few hundred more feet to a clump of tress where Kay turns off the engine. Kay opens her door after she moves the driver seat all the way forward and tells me to get in the back seat with her and change sides, so I was now on the driver side in the back seat. It was dark but just enough light to have an idea what was going on. Knowing we had come out there to have sex, I leaned forward and took Kay in my arms and began to kiss her. Fist on the lips and I could smell the tobacco on them, then gradually into french kissing. I started kisses her cheek and to her ear and started nibbling on her left earlobe. I could feel Kay start to take deep breaths has I moved around her face from ear lobe to earlobe. Then she reaches up and starts to run her fingers through my hair. I took my left hand and started to gently massage her right breasts, through the material of her blouse and bra. I could get a slight feel of her nipple getting hard through the material. I felt the weight of her breast and gently kneaded it. Wanting a good feel of the breast, I started to unbutton Kay blouse, getting all the buttons undone. I could then see her bra in the low light. Opening up her collar, I started kissing down Kay's neck to her shoulders. I also started to pull her blouse from out of her slacks, being gentle as I go. Getting her blouse out, I reach behind kay and tried to unhook her bra. Kay stopped me, sat up, reached behind her and unclasps it, removing her blouse before taking off her bra. I took my shirt off over my head and we were now both topless... Kay has some very nice breasts with eraser size nipples of about 2" in diameter and nice brown areolas.. I started fondling her breasts again as we started french kissing again still tasting a bit of tobacco. I raised up and looked down between us. There were no light on in the back seat but there was a bright moon out, not sure if it was full then. I was able to make out details between us. I brushed my nipples against hers left and right as she sighed. Kay put her hands on my shoulders and pressed down, giving me a hint that she wanted me to "go further south". I took the left nipple into my mouth and stated sucking on it and felt it swell in my mouth. My tongue moving over it and my teeth gently grabbed it. Kay's breathing started to get shallow after she took a deep breath. I moved to the right nipple and did the same thing. I remember that Kay wore slacks that had a zipper on the left hip as I tried to unzip her pants. After I got Kay’s pants unzipped. I pulled her pants and panties down. She lifted her butt off the back seat as I was able to get the pants down to her knees. Kay was "natural" down there with a night black bush. Kay pushed me down further and I thought, If I am to have another chance with Kay, I'd better do as she request. I got her pants all the way down to the floor board. I was able to wedge myself between the front and back seat, my legs crossing the drive shaft cover. Fumbling with my wallet, I was able to drop it to the floor as well (that's where I had the condom for later use). Spreading Kay"s legs, I moved closer to her groin and opening Kay's vaginal lips with my fingers In high school and junior college, I had been reading off and on the Penthouse Forum, this was my opportunity to try out some of the stuff I had read about. I slightly blew on Kay's groin and she let out a audible "ahhh". Moving closer, I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her exposed clit and moved my tongue up and down on it. Kay pushed my head into her vagina and said "ohmygod, yes". Slowly she started to push her lips into my face and pull back. I sucked in her clit in my mouth and wrapped my teeth in my lips to hold her clit in place. Started to move my tongue over her clit and around it. "Oh, god, Brad yes!!!...That's it" she blurted out. I then inserted a finger into her vagina and curled it up to massage the upper wall of her vagina. Pulling my finger out then in, I started to finger fuck Kay. She got wetter as I moved my finger in and out as I licked her clit with my tongue. Kay increased her hip rotation as I tried to stay in contact with her groin. Lifting her ample butt of the back seat then brought it back down. Her breathing now was raspy and shallow. "Yes....yes....yes, that's it...oh my, yes." Kay goes on. "Oh, please, oh please....love it" And after a few minutes of this, she raises her butt of the seat and screams, "YESsssssss". I felt her vaginal muscles clasps around my finger as she throws her head back and collapse on the seat..."ahhhh...ahhhh....ahhhh" she goes on. She seemed like she had past out, but I still kept eating her. Finally Kay says, "Oh please stop. It's starting to hurt". I rose up slightly and reach for my wallet and found the condom package. I pulled down my pants and under pants, then rolled the condom on my penis. I was moving into position to enter Kay, but she put her hands up and stopped me. "Not yet, Brad. Let me calm down a bit." I thought Kay was going to change her mind and we would be leaving in a few moments but she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my lips down to hers and we French kissed. "Thank you....Thank you" Kay goes on over and over. "only one other guy I've been with has done that, and he didn’t get me off like that." There was a big smile on my face and I thought, I might be able to do this again with Kay. Then we French kissed again and I moved off her lips and started kissing her cheek and nibbling on her left earlobe. Wrapped her arms, again, around my neck and we laid there for a few moments. Kay nodded 'yes' and said "Ok". Raising up I aimed my penis at Kay's vagina. She also guided me to her opening and I felt her lips open up to the head of my penis in the condom. Sliding in, and I went all the way in, balls deep. It felt incredible as I slid in. It felt like the only thing that existed was my penis in Kay's vagina. I would like to say, I lasted a good 10 minutes and gave her another orgasm, but I didn't. I really lasted about 7 to 10 strokes before I came in the condom. Telling her that I had just cum, she asked if I had another one. I said I only had the one that night. She whispered in my ear as we held each other close, "Next time, bring more" Wow, she wants a 'next time'. I was starting to go soft as I pulled out and held onto the condom so it didn't pull off. Sitting on the bench seat next to Kay, I pulled the condom off and tied it off. We had the back windows rolled down a bit, Kay pulls out another Swishier and lights it up. I was going to put my pants back on but Kay said, "Not so fast, we wont be bothered here. We have a while." I said, "It sounds like you've done this before here." "Yes, a few times. Like I've said, I'm not a virgin." she came back and flicked some ashes out the window. Kay and I sat there for a while, naked, talking about ourselves, about our schooling, what we wanted in ROTC. We moved to each other in the center of the back seat and held each other as we talked, then hugged. Kay is the oldest daughter of 4 kids, a older brother, then Kay, younger brother and sister, in that order. We finally decided to go back to the University and she drove me back to the dorm (after we got dressed). At the dorm, I kissed her good night and we talked that we should keep the night quiet and keep it cool in band and ROTC group class. When I got in to the dorm, I took the condom and flushed it. I wasn't sure if I should have kept it as a reminder of a wonderful night. Laying in bed, I went over the whole night, over and over again. Trying to remember everything we did. I slept with a smile on my face, thinking of Kay and hoping there would be a 'next time'. The next day and a few days after, we played it as if nothing happened. I hope to write more later.

This is part 2 of my sexual experiences with the lady who would become my wife. I'm not a professional writer so be easy on me. This was a little over 40 years ago so the actual conversations may not be accurate, I've tried to recount them as best I could. All names mentioned are not our real names, of course. ====================================================================== The following week after our first time together, we played it "cool'. We did say hi to each other and talked for a few minutes but we tried not to let on to what happened. Whenever we would talk, it was hard for me not to have a wide grin on my face but I did try. I had ti bad for Kay. Thursday came along and I thought that since Kay and I did have sex, she wouldn't be coming by to play snooker in the Student Center or go to her Computer Science Club meeting. She was a Computer Science major and I was an Education Major. Well, Kay did come by and we did play snooker. Kay beat me 3 straight frames. Yes, I was a little disappointed but the deal was I had to beat her at snooker for us to have sex. Weekend came and went and the half time show for the marching band we were in. The following week, we were becoming more friendly to each other and more comfortable talking. The Thursday came, so did AFROTC Group meeting class and marching band that afternoon. We had a another half time show coming up on that Saturday afternoon. Well, that evening, I met up with Kay at the bowling ally in the Student Center and we, again, played snooker. This time it was close matches all 3 frames. I won the first frame, then Kay the second. The third frame, we were each potting a red ball then a colored ball, but couldn't follow it up with another red ball. As an aside, the university didn't have regulation snooker balls, oh, hey did have the 15 red balls, but they used standard billiard balls, 1 through 7. We had potted the red balls and were trying to finish the frame. I was about to pot (I think) the 4 ball and Kay made "kissy" noised to try to distract me to keep from potting it. I looked at her and said, "not playing fair now, are we?" "I don't know what you are talking about" she came back. Well, I did knock it in but couldn't pot the 5. Kay missed potting the 5 and gave me an straight in shot to win which I took. I smiled at Kay and said, "I won". Kay said with a big smile, "Yes you did" walked up to me and our fronts touched each others and then she light, quick kiss on the lips, then said "Go pay for the table" which I did. Driving out, Kay lit up a Swishier, like she did last time but as we drove, she said, "I'm glad you didn't win last week" I came back with "Why?" "I was on my period", Kay said. "I didn't know if you would like to make love with me on a heavy flow. I tend to cramp a lot. The birth control pills helps with the cramps". "You've stopped, now right", I asked. "I mean I don't think it would bother me too much as long as we didn't make a mess. This is your car" "It's mom and dad's second car", Kay came back. "Usually mom drives this". We got our things and walking out to the card, Kay took my arm and held me close. We drove back out to her uncles property out of town ad got situated in the back seat like last time. I pulled Kay close to me and started kissing her, first on the cheek then moving to her lips. Kay put her arms around my head and pulled me in, gradually moving into French kissing. My tongue darting around hers and vise a versa. Then we held each other close. After a pause we started kissing again and I moved to her earlobe and started nibbling on it. First the left ear then the right ear. Kay started nibbling on my earlobe too. I started feeling my erection trying to get out of my pants. We parted slightly and I reach to Kay and started to fondle her breasts through her blouse then started to unbutton it. Kay started to rub my penis through my pants. She asked me, "How many condoms did you bring tonight?" "Three" I said. With a laugh in her voice, "Do you think that will be enough?". I said, "It better be because that's all I bought". I got her blouse off then her bra and started to play with her nipples, Watching them get hard. Kay got me out of my shirt and was rubbing my chest. Kay surprised me by saying, "I've been thinking about this the past two weeks". "Having sex with me?", I asked. "Making love" she said. "You are such that gentle lover" "You said that last time" I responded. "I know, and I appreciate that. You're not like the other guys I've had." "How many guys have you 'been with'? "Including you, six. How about you?" I said, "Including you, two". Kay questioned, "How did you learn how to go down on a woman?" "Penthouse Magazine" I said as I squeezed and fondled Kay's breasts. Kay unbuckled my belt and pulled down my pants and my underpants, exposing my throbbing penis. Kay got out some Kleenex, took a hold of my penis and started to stroke it. "My turn" Kay said then to my surprise she took the head into her mouth. Twirling her tongue around the head and were the head joins the shaft. I almost lost it then put was able to hold off. The other woman I had been with would only take just the head in her mouth and not move her tongue. Kay was slowly moving up and down the shaft as I threw my head back to enjoy what she was doing. I started rubbing Kay's bare back and run my fingers through her hair as she bobbed up and down. Stopping for a few seconds to swirls her tongue around the head. I was enjoying this a lot. I was surprised that I lasted as long as I did and I knew I wouldn't last too long as Kay was blowing me. She must have sensed this for just before I came, I felt Kay come off my penis and wrapped a Kleenex around the head and I came in the Kleenex. I had my eyes closed and my head thrown back in pleasure. "That should take the edge off" she said. I found out that Kay didn't like the taste of seamen and learned to tell when a guy was about to explode. Sitting back on the back seat, Kay lightly held the shaft and it wilted. I leaned over and started kissing Kay again. Moving my hands down to her slacks, I unzipped them and gently let them fall to the floorboard. Then I removed her panties. This time Kay was wearing bikini panties. Like last time, I got on the floorboard and gently started to lick Kay's clit, opening her labia lips with my fingers and sticking out my tongue to start. Moving up and own on her clit, I took in her sent, making sure to remember just how she smells down there. Kay held my head to her crotch. Kay whispered, "Yes, so good. You're getting me wetter." I wanted to feel how wet she was so I pushed in my middle finger and yes, she was wet. Started finger fucking Kay first with one finger then put in another. Curling my fingers up so I can massage the folds of her upper vaginal wall, feeling her ridges. I then did what I did last time and that was to suck her clit into my mouth holding it with my lips wrapped around my teeth so I wouldn't hurt her. Kay let out a audible "Ahhh!!!" as I did and pushed my head hard against her crotch. I so much wanted to get Kay off again like last time. Her vaginal muscles started grasping my fingers as I moved them in and out. "Oh...my...god..." she cried out. I was glad we were in a secluded spot were no one could her us. Kay started moving her hips up and down to movement of my tongue on her clit. I could her Kay's breathing get shallower and shallower, almost like she was trying to catch her breath put she kept encourage me on to eat her. It was like that for several minutes, Kay would make noises that she was enjoying this and then I could feel her muscles clamp around my fingers. "Oh god...oh god...oh god" she would say. Then, "I'm going to cum...yes" she exclaimed as I felt a hard pulse in her muscles pulling my fingers in. Holding my head, again, hard against her crotch. Then Kay said to stop. "Oh please stop", saying. She had pretty much put my head in a vise grip between her legs as she came. "That was good, thank you" she finally said. "That was, so good. I needed that". I got a condom out of my wallet and rolled it on, crunched in on the back seat floorboard. Waited for Kay to calm down, gently kissing her tights on either leg. Kay was rubbing my hair. I raised up and started kissing up Kay's body, her stomach then licking up to her breasts. I took a nipple into my mouth and licked around it. Her nipple was really hard and I love sucking on it. Then moved to the other nipple. I did this for a few minutes before I continued up and we started French kissing again. Kay reached down and took my penis and guided it to her vagina. I slowly pushed in until I, once again, was balls deep in her. I was amazed that I wasn't about to cum like I did the last time we had sex. Kay let out a long sigh as I started thrusting in and out then we started French kissing again. Kay then laid her legs over my hips and held me close as we moved. I was enjoying this. I had my legs bent so I could fit on the back seat as we made love with my feet about 3/4 of the way up the back window. "Love it, love it" Kay panted. "Me too", I said between thrusts. Kay then put her hands on my butt and encouraged me to thrust harder into her. I started to pick up speed as we made love, trying to feel her cervix with the tip of my penis through the condom. I then started to nibble, again, on the earlobe near my mouth then Kay held my head close to hers. My heart was racing and I could feel Kay's doing the same. I saw Kay tilt her head back and let out a silent scream as I felt her vaginal muscles clamp around my penis. I had just brought her off with my dick. As she calmed down a bit, she asked, "Are you close?"...."Getting there" I said. Whispering, Kay said "good"... A few more strokes and I came in the condom. Kay asked, "How does it feel to be multi orgasmic?" Calming down myself, I said "well, you made me this way" with a smile on my face. Kay responded "Yes, I did. You are only the second guy that has fucked me more than once." "I felt you orgasm too", I said. Kay smiles and shook her head yes. I started going soft and told Kay. I grabbed the base of the condom and slowly pulled out and sat on the back seat. Kay also sat up and lit up a Swisher. Flicking the ash out the window. I was starting to feel ok being nude around Kay and I felt she was comfortable being nude around me too. I mentioned, next time, we need to bring a blanket and do it outside. Kay said "not a bad idea, but it's going to get chilly outside in a couple of weeks.". I then asked Kay if we could start dating, "Ok? What did you have in mind?, Kay says. "Well, homecoming is in a few weeks, after the game we could go out to dinner and go to the concert", I responded. "But I'd have to drive". to which I said "there are plenty of places around campus. I wouldn't be bad to walk" "Ok" she said. And there it was, we would be officially dating. We continued to talk in the car, relaxing the holding each other. I started caressing her back and then down her butt which first attracted me to Kay. It must have been another hour of sitting, talking and touching before we decided to head back to the dorm and Kay back to her parents place. On the way back to the dorm, we held hands (automatic transmission) and traded small talk. I had the biggest grin on my face as I walked in, luckily no one was around to see me and Kay kiss in the parking lot. Laying in bed I thought, 'we did it again' and hoped there would be more opportunity to have sex with Kay. More to come in part 3.

Just another Saturday. Or so I thought... Chapter 1 - Morning It was about 9am on a Saturday morning. It began just like any other Saturday did for last 6 months. I woke up, looked over to see one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on. My girlfriend Rachel who was 19 at the time, I was 27. She moved in with me about 6 months prior because she was sick of living by her parents rules. I didn't mind since I did need some help financially. Also because she was only 5'0 and weighed 85 lbs! Her hair was long, straight dark brown that shined in the light and smelled so good. She had deep, dark eyes that anyone could get lost looking into. Her cute little nose krinkled when she would smile and her smile was perfect. Straight, white teeth surrounded by beautiful pouty lips that got me horny every time I saw her. She was very skinny but not boney and her breasts were a decent b cup, maybe 36? Pretty little flat belly with a belly button stud that always got me going. Her butt is just indescribable, perfect and tasted so good. Her tan showed off her legs in the most sexy way. And then there were her feet... Tiny little feet that I could almost fit half into my mouth, with tiny little polished toes that just begged to be sucked on! I met Rachel about a year and a half before these events at a bar I was a regular. I saw her dancing and I cut right in and she took an instant liking to me. We sat and talked and I bought rounds of drinks, so we were getting sauced up a little. I asked her what she did for a living (assuming since she was in a bar she must be old enough) and she said she was attending school and working part-time. The subject quickly changed, which didn't really raise any flags since she asked about where I lived. I described my nice 2 bedroom condo that also has two bathrooms, whirlpool bath, a balcony, basement, living room, dining room and nice sized kitchen. She asked who my room mate was and I let her know I lived alone. She proceeded to invite herself back to my place. I didn't care. This chick was smokin!! Just the kind of girl I've always wanted!! We went back there and drank the dranky dranks and got saucy hot and started making out and feeling each others bodies. My dick stood to attention almost immediately. I hadn't had sex with anyone but myself for the past two years!! She and I fucked for 2 hours and 47 minutes! Yes I kept track... Thank goodness for whiskey dick (sometimes). The next morning the sound of Rachel's phone woke me. I saw her looking at her phone and cursing whoever sent her the message she received. I put my hand on her bare back and rubbed while I asked her what was up. She scowled that it was nothing and instantly apologized for snapping. I thought nothing of it and got up to go to the bathroom. While I peed I heard her walk up behind me and clear her throat. "Ray?" she said in a nervous voice. "yes?" I answered. Then she proceeded to tell me she was only 17 and she had a fake id to get into bars and clubs. I got angry. I yelled out some stuff about too young and jail time but I calmed down because I knew I had to think right about then. While I was sitting there on the toilet, I was breathing rythymically, trying to catch my self. Meanwhile Rachel was explaining that she doesn't get along with her parents, which drives her away to do things they would never approve of. Drinking at bars with a fake ID helped her to find guys that will take her home with them. Her intentions seemed to be guided by some sub-conscious yearning for passionate, yet true love. Apparently in one night of being with me she had found her guy. Wow. For me, I really liked her and had a great time. Her personality definitely turned me on to her. She discussed topics that I enjoy as well as bringing in her own brand. She got my jokes and laughed delightfully. Yes she is truly a gem. But. She should have been honest with me. Now I have this to think about, with nervous behavior taking control. And think about it I did. Basically I decided I had a great time with her and wanted to keep seeing her. However, I told her I couldn't see her again until she turned 18. She pouted a bit and pleaded that we keep hanging out, just hanging out. I firmly said no. It turned out she was turning eighteen in just two months! Sweet. She finally agreed with me when I told her two months isn't shit. And so the waiting began. In that two months I thought about that night with Rachel very often. About how hot she was but mostly about how young she was. She was underage and I had sex with her. It's hard to explain the feelings I felt when I thought about it. Paranoia, happiness, youthfulness, and sheer horniness. I found myself thinking of younger women I saw on tv and wondering what it would be like to have sex with them. Then while in public I started noticing all the young girls everywhere and how cute they were. I couldn't help but stare at them and wonder. They started getting younger. I mean young, like nine and ten years old young. I was actually checking out these youngins. I found myself getting too excited about it too often. Those two months couldn't have gone any slower. She finally had her birthday and we've been together ever since. I obviously didn't tell her of my new fantasies but we became very close. She awoke and looked at me staring at her and smiled. I smiled back and we exchanged a smooth and relaxing kiss. The kind of kiss that would melt in your hand. She got up, showing off her beautiful naked body as she stretched and primed herself for the morning. I loved this part of the day. Absolutely fabulous. She turned to me and instructed I wash and get ready for breakfast. I happily complied as I went to the bathroom and washed my hands and face. I left the bathroom, returned to the bedroom where I put some pjs on, laid in bed and flipped the tv on. I snoozed off for a bit and Rachel, called up and said breakfast was done. When I got to the table I looked upon a great deal of apple pancakes, strawberries, sausage, milk and orange juice. She really is the best. We were enjoying our food when she thanked me again for going with her to her family reunion. "Oh fuck!!!" I thought. I completely forgot I told her I'd go. That was seriously 2 months ago. I pretended that it didn't bother me but Saturday is my day off and I d much rather stay home and watch movies or bang my girlfriend all day then go to a family reunion where I'll know nobody. She finished and put her dishes in the sink and proceeded to pull my chair away from the table, rolling the swivel wheels on the tile floor. She massaged my shoulders and chest paying attention to my nipples. Inching her way down my front nearing my crotch, she nibbled my ear and whispered more thank yous for being a great guy. By the time she had found my dick, it had grown to its full potential. Rachel then slid my dick through the pj pants and jerked me off from behind, while nibbling my ears and neck. She waited til I almost came and stopped. She approached my front and stripped on the way, all the way. My clothes were next as she pulled my shirt off and slid my pants down, exposing my nude body to hers. She stood in front of me and started to masturbate her sweet little hairless pussy. I jerked it while watching her as she gazed into my eyes and moaned with enjoyment. Next, she moved down to her knees, between my legs and grabbed my cock and shoved it into her mouth going all the way down to the balls. Sensational. She gave the best head of any other person I have gotten a blowie from. She literally throat fucked my dick while humming songs.As she did this I got an idea. I told her to do a standing 69. I stood as she acrobatically inclined her legs in the air. From there I hugged around her mid section and picked her up. When her snatch was even with my face I felt her mouth cover my cock. As we ate and sucked each others public parts, I started to wonder if any young girls would be at this thing today... This got me excited and I threw everything off the table, set her on it and spread my girl apart. I inched my dick to her vag slow at first but when reached her opening, I felt that it was wet enough so I shoved it in, deep, with no warning. She cried with ecstasy as I started pounding her tight hole while I imagined the possibilities that could come about later. I flipped her around and grabbed her small hips and slid back in and fucked her hard. We were both being loud with our feelings of pleasure. I felt my balls stirring as I looked down at her tiny back and pumped away. She could be a young teenager, the way she looked from behind. That sent me to the point of no return. I told her I was going to cum and she spun around and swallowed me whole and I shot my load in her throat as she licked my balls. It was absolutely amazing the way this woman could make me feel. Now it's time for a shower and to get ready for the party... Chapter 2 - The Party We arrived at the party when there were only a dozen or so people there. Rachel, of course knew all of them being that this was a Family Reunion. Everyone seemed very nice, engaging conversation with me having no objections to my age compared to Rachel. I actually was hitting it off quite well with everyone I spoke to. I couldn't believe her parents were such jerks when all these people were very sweet and respectable. An Uncle of Rachel's named Frank invited me in the house for a beer. We went to the basement and there was a wet bar with a fuseball table and a pool table. Oh and some great craft beer on tap. We began talking about sports and cars and various other things. We played a few games and ended up being down there for over an hour! Finally Rachel came down and pulled me away telling me I needed to meet some people. With a buzz on I didn't even care, in fact I was excited. We walked out the back door and there must have been about 60 or more people there now. Old people, people my age, teenagers, kids and babies. She took me all around and I met everyone, I thought. I noticed game courses being set up and I wasn't aware anything like that would be happening. From what I could gather, there would be an egg toss, water balloon toss, three legged race and volleyball. I wasn't into anything so I just kinda watched and kept drinking beer. Luckily they had good beers in the coolers outside as well. I started to get hungry and decided to grab a burger and some potato salad. I ate those and had a hot dog too. I was hungry. Just then some of the women were collecting names in a hat for the three legged race. Aunt Sophia, Frank's wife, came right up to me and gave me a piece of paper and a pencil. I had to do it! I put it in the hat and she walked away. Rachel was so happy I was going to do it and she kissed me hard and wet. I was a bit surprised but no body seemed to care. Her parents thankfully didn't bother to come so that was pleasant. I learned that all the names in the hat were adults and the kids had to choose a name to get a partner. This way everybody could participate and it would be fair, blah blah blah. I stood there waiting and I heard Sophia call my name. She walked over and let me know my partner was her daughter and that we would have fun. "oook..." I thought. There she was. The cutest little girl I had ever saw. She stood about 4'4 and weighed maybe 70-75 lbs. She had long dirty blond hair with blue eyes and a mildly tan complexion. She was wearing a polka dotted sun dress that was just above her knees and gave away the fact that she was flat chested. On her little feet she had some sandals with daisies on them. How cute!! She was gorgeous and I couldn't help but be totally infatuated. I was indeed a salivating perverted man. The only thing was that she was crying. Rachel came up and told me to cheer her up and that she knew I could do it. So I agreed and stood across from the beauty, said hi and asked her name. She told me in a broken voice that her name was Roslyn. "What a pretty name for such a pretty girl" I told her. "My name is Ray and its nice to meet you, Roslyn!" She didn't smile or even barely look at me. Oh boy I thought. I asked her what was wrong and she shook her head 'no'. I said "aww c'mon! We are going to be on a team in this race, you gotta trust me!" she replied, "Well, I was playing in the egg toss and I missed the egg on the first throw and it broke. Then I broke the water balloon on the third throw, and it broke too! I am no good and I'm too young to ever win anything!" "Pish posh! I replied. "You're on my team now, and we are going to win this race! You're not THAT young! How old are you?" She smiled and told me she turned ten, two months ago. She seemed genuinely excited now. Roslyn thanked me for helping her smile and I could see Rachel in the corner of my eye looking on, very pleased too. I guess I'm in now? We started to prepare for the race by stretching our arms and legs. I was showing her all the stretches I learned back when I was in wrestling. We won't be wrestling, at least not now, but stretches are stretches. She seemed pretty limber too, which is a plus, in more ways than one! I got the strap to tie our legs together as she plopped on the grass to take her sandals off. Her legs were bent at the knees as she bent her torso to reach her feet. When she did this, her dress was open enough to expose her little white cotton panties which floored me. I almost couldn't look away. Once I did I looked up at her face and she was looking at me with a mischievous gleam in her eye. She knew what I was looking at and opened her legs wider. My gosh! Luckily nobody was around us close enough to notice. I sat beside her and started to put in the strap. First on my leg, then on hers. I spent way longer putting it on her leg though. It gave me the chance to cop a feel, which I did. I rubbed her foot up to her calf, up and down. It was so soft and smooth, it was getting me hard, so I stopped. Rachel came up behind and wished us luck and patted us both on the back. I had hoped she didn't notice what I was doing before that. Roslyn was now looking at me with a puppy love look on her face. Perfect! "I hope we win" she said. "Oh we will, trust me!" I replied. She reached over and grabbed my leg and said "I trust you" After regaining my composure I was ready to get this race over with! Us and everyone who was in the race got on our marks and waited for the whistle. I looked down at my angel strapped to my leg and winked at her. The whistle sounded and we were off. We were behind by two teams about half way to the first checkpoint. I told Roslyn we had to go faster on the way back. We did just that and made it to the finish before the others. We won! We jumped up and down and she turned and hugged me. I was as good as in. Just then, family members were congratulating us and we received gold medals to wear around our necks. What a great feeling. Rachel told me how proud she was of us and gave me a tasty kiss with a butt squeeze which Roslyn watched and giggled. We took our strap off and I headed inside to use the bathroom. I decided to go downstairs and get a IPA from the bar and to use that toilet. I was peeing and I heard the door open behind me. "hey Rach, this party is great. Your family is awesome!" "we like you too" I heard in a small voice. It was Roslyn. She closed the door and walked toward me. I hurried and put my junk away. I turned to her and asked what she was doing. "We could get in trouble for this!!" "Don't worry, I made sure no body saw me come down here" I still didn't agree with the whole thing and I started toward the door and she she pulled up her dress and down with the panties. I was drawn to the sight before me. She sat on the toilet and started peeing. She had her legs open wider than what most girls would when they peed. She wanted me to look, so I did. My penis started to fill with blood and she noticed my pants sticking out. "What's that? Is that a boner? You got a boner from looking at me!!" she asked. "Well uh, yeah" I fumbled. She wiped the pee, from her gift, with a wad of paper and smiled at me. Then she stood up and kicked her panties away and started towards me. My heart began pounding furiously. "Can I see it?" she asked. "I don't think that's a good idea right now sweetie" "Aww why not?" "we could get caught and I would be going away for a long time" I explained to her what people said about things like that. She understood but she still persisted and grabbed my hand and lead it to her mound. I couldn't help but rub it. She cooed and giggled. My mega raging hard on was ready to explode when I got a text from Rachel, asking where I was. I quickly thought of a plan. I told Rosalyn to hang out with Rachel and compliment her hair and clothes and stuff. "Once you and her talk for a while, ask her if you can come spend the night at our place tonight." She agreed and I went back to the party after I told her to hang out downstairs for a few. I found Rachel and told her I had a bathroom emergency. She just laughed with a disgusted look. I grabbed us a couple drinks and we sat down to visit with some family. We were joking and laughing when Roslyn came up and told Rachel how much she liked her hair. Rachel thanked her and returned the compliment. Frank and Sophia were nearby and I engaged a convo with them as Roslyn tried her magic. Frank thanked me for helping cheer Roslyn up. I just told him it was no big deal and I was glad to see her smile. I could hear the two girls carrying on about hair and makeup and clothes and shoes and and and... I heard Rachel tell her she'd love to give her a makeover. Just then, Ros ran to her parents very excitedly to ask their permission to stay at MY condo that night. They looked at me like I had the power to decide. I looked at Rachel and she nodded Iike I better say yes. "I have no problem with that if you guys don't" "Absolutely fine with us" Sophia stated. "It'll give us a chance to spend a nice night together." "It's settled then" said Rachel. "You're coming home with us Ros!!" "Yayyyyy!!" Roslyn exclaimed. We got back to the condo and I had to hide my excitement since I knew what I wanted to do that night. I changed into my pjs and plopped on the couch to watch tv. I heard the girls doing their thing as they walked to the living room. Ros wanted to know what they were gonna do first. Rachel explained that a bath was the first thing before a makeover. I got excited just by hearing that. Rachel left the room and came back with a tshirt and told Ros to put it on while she drew a bath. As she went upstairs, Ros turned away from me and stripped to the nude. She looked back at me and giggled. Her butt was so nice. She bent over with her legs slightly apart to pick up the shirt. I could see her little slit and I reached my hand into my pj pants and rubbed my dick while I watched her. She brought her hand between her legs and rubbed her lips while she watched me rub my dick. She put the shirt on and ran upstairs giggling. A few minutes later Rachel came back down and sat right on my lap. Luckily my boner deflated enough to where she didn't know. But soon enough it was back because she stuck her hand on it!! Just then her phone rang. It was her mom. She walked into the kitchen and was asking what the problem was and she yelled something incoherent. She came back to say she had to go to her parents house because her mom needs emergency help with something. Since it was a emergency, I offered to come with her. She knew I didn't really wanna go. She said I had to watch Ros. I played it off like it was a chore. "You'll both have fun, you guys are friends now." I agreed and she said she'd be back ASAP. I thought about that and realized her parents lived almost 2 hours away!!! This seemed too easy. So she left about five minutes after that and I was alone with Roslyn. I stared at the tv but I wasn't watching it. All I could think about was the naked ten year old in my bathroom. Thoughts of going up there, and starting something that there is no point in stopping until it's finished, ran through my mind. Then I thought about how it might be a bad idea to do this. Just then she called out for Rachel to come to the bathroom. I better go up and let her know that Rachel had left. I quickly got up and went up the stairs. I crept toward he bathroom door, which was slightly cracked. I peeked in the crack and Roslyn was in the big whirlpool tub playing in the soap suds. I couldn't see any part of her but her head and shoulders. I opened the door and she was startled when she saw me come in. "hey Ros, Rachel had to go to her moms house to help her with an emergency." "aww really? I thought I was gonna get a makeover..." she replied with a pout. "It's ok, when she gets back you'll get one." "how long will she be gone? I moved closer to the tub. "Prolly about 3-3.5 hours" "Oh ok." The suds were starting to dissipate and I could see some of her chest now. Little nipples just beginning to develop and a nice flatness. She saw me looking at her and smiled big at me. I asked her if I could get in with her. She told me no because the water was getting cold. I laughed and said I could turn on the heater and fix that. I turned it on and she said she could feel the water getting warmer. She asked me to leave for a minute, so she could go to the toilet. I walked to the hallway and listened to her pee. She flushed and and told me to come back. I walked in just as her nudeness went out of sight. I started taking my clothes off as she watched with a serious look. I stripped to my boxers and hopped in the tub. The water was very warm and just about all clear. I installed a light switch with a remote control about a month or two before. The remote was mounted on the wall next the tub in a water sealed clear plastic cover. It controlled the over head lights as well as the lights in the tub. I reached over, dimmed the main lights down and turned on the tub lights. Now I could see her nakedness under the water. She looked so good. All wet with child excitement about what was happening. I told her to come to me and sit in my lap. She sat with her back to me and my hands were instantly around her and I kissed her neck. She giggled but didn't stop me. As I kissed and licked her neck, I started to rub my hands around her body. I worked my way from her belly up to her chest where I gently pinched her nipples, which made her twitch and giggle. I did this for a while, just making out with her neck and rubbing her belly and chest. I moved my down her front until I reached her vagina and skipped over it to her legs and inner thighs. She opened her legs for me when I reached for her legs. Each time I got near to her pussy I could feel her tremble a bit, anticipating that wonderful moment when contact is made. I do this four or five times, that way I tease myself too. Finally I put my hand right on it and slowly rub, when she started moaning with pleasure. I told her to stand up and face me and she did. Her crotch was now even with my face and I leaned forward. I put my hands around her on to her ass and pulled her toward my face til she was about six inches away. I told her to rub herself on her vagina. Now I was sitting there watching this sweet little ten year old girl play with her pussy just six inches from my face. She stopped and asked, "Now can I see your boner?" "yes, I think you waited long enough" Picking up my ass, I slid my boxers off and threw them on the floor. She knelt in the tub and looked down. "I can't really see it" she said. I stood up and her eyes widened with surprise. She stared at it for a bit and asked if she could touch it. I grabbed her hand and put it around my dick. I told her to gently squeeze and move up and down. Now she was jacking me off and doing an awesome job of it. I took her other hand and told her to play with my balls as she jerked me off. She giggled and complied. After a few minutes I suggested we get out of the tub and get dried off. We could continue in the bedroom. We dried off and I picked her up and ran to the bedroom. I tossed her in the bed and she laughed and started rubbing her pussy. I jumped on the bed and put my body on top of her. I decided to kiss her on the lips and she was a little hesitant at first but soon gave in to the wonderful feeling. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she met it with hers. Our tongues danced around and my dick was hard as hell! I started moving down to her neck and inched my hand down toward her little pussy. I licked and sucked all over her neck and chest as I rubbed all around her crotch without actually touching it. When I neared her nipple I also brought my hand close to her cunny and when I met her nipple with my mouth. I grabbed her lips with my thumb and forefinger. Now I was sucking and nibbling her nips as I pinch and rolled her vagina. After about a minute of this I let go of her vag and started to kiss down her chest and belly, stopping at her belly button to tongue tickle for a second. I reached her mound and licked all over it and kept going down to her thighs. I put my hands about halfway up each of her legs and spread them wide. She was staring down, breathing heavily and moaning loudly, watching my every move. I continued rubbing her legs while they were spread before me. I put my face down to her virgin pussy and smelled the sweetness of my prize. I leaned in and touched it with my tongue and she jumped with a giggle. I could no longer hold back, I pushed my tongue against the lips and clit and lapped nice and slow but with great pressure, studying each feature I could feel. My mouth muscle was giving this little girl the most intense feeling she had ever felt and she was loving it! Her hands were on the back of my head full of my hair as she squeezed. Her legs were grasping my head and her hips were bucking up and down. Her pleasure screams were turning me on so much. "Can I put my pee pee in yours, Roslyn?" "Will it hurt?" "Yes, at first. But after a while, it will be really nice!" "Well ok, I trust you..." I leaned in and have her a nice kiss on lips and looked at her naked body some more and I couldn't believe what I had in my bed. I ate her out some more to get her mind of the pain she is going to feel. I licked and she moaned until her whole shook with a fierce orgasm and she screamed for me to put in my penis. I got up, grabbed hold of my cock, jerked it a little and touched to her opening. Slowly I pushed the head passed her lips until I felt resistance. I moved it in and out like that to get her lubed up. I started getting further in and she winced a little and I stopped. "keep going" she said. "Ok honey, just tell me if it hurts too much" I pushed in more and more. I felt what I figured was her hymen and broke through with a thrust. I stopped as Roslyn whimpered a bit. She told me go deeper so I did. I went all the way until I felt resistance again and pulled it back back out. Sliding it back in I decided to go faster and pump that little hairless pussy while she cried a little. The more I fucked her the less she cried and started to enjoy it with little moans and breathing. I watched my dick slide in and out of the youngest little pussy I ever ate and fucked. I felt my balls about to explode and I jumped up to face and told her to open her mouth. She opened wide and rubbed her pussy while I stuck my dick in her mouth and fucked it. I told her I was going to cum in her mouth and she starting humming!! Then it came, I shot my load in her mouth and she went as deep she could and swallowed everything I had. I pulled out and stared down at my beautiful little fuck pal. She smiled be thanked me for everything. I could tell she was very satisfied. I got up to get cleaned up and when I turned around, Rachel was in the doorway looking at me... Part 2 maybe along

Mystery runs into the restaurant free from the pouring rain outside and smoothes down her damp dress and fiddles with the wet strands of hair falling front of her eyes. She doesn’t notice the man standing half way in the shadows only a few feet from her looking at her intently, letting his eyes roam down her body and stopping at the small round lumps of her breasts pressing against the wet top of her dress like ripe fruits ready to be picked. He figures she can’t be more then 16 or 17, well “maybe 18 at the most” he says to himself. The man watches as the girl talks to the host but not really hearing what she is saying as he is still too busy checking out every aspect of this girls body. He can almost visualize what she might feel like should he reach out and touch her but this wasn’t the right time. “The time will come soon though”, he thinks, “very soon”. He moves back even fuller into the shadows not wanting his “prey” to notice him just yet. He was looking forward to this hunt and in the end he knows he can convince this girl to be his …. “And his alone”, he grins to himself. The host leads Mystery towards the back of the restaurant and slides into a booth not noticing the man grinning even more in the shadows. “This is perfect”, the man nods his head in approval towards the host who doesn’t even know he is approving her choice for the girl. It was as if the host knew even though logically the man knew the host had no clue what was going on in his head. For several moments the man stayed in his place in the shadows watching this young girl, observing her movements and actions. He was a good reader of people and was able to know that the girl was alone, to most an obvious observation but not his true meaning. She was alone period, no parents to think of or a boyfriend much less friends in general. Sure she looked satisfied with her life from outward appearances but the man knew better. He could save her and he planned to do just that. He waited for just the right moment and then started his way across the room towards her. She was like any other woman, making her order and then sliding out of the booth to make her way towards the powder room. This is what he waited for and was able to time his actions accordingly. For the brief second that her back was to him he walked up behind her and whispered into her ear, “I can help you girl.” The girl is startled and freezes as she listens to his deep sexy voice but she doesn’t respond to him. His hand goes around her waist and his palm presses against her lower abdomen while his other hand goes onto the side of her thigh and slowly starts moving up towards her hip in a very precise movement, like he knew exactly what he is doing. Still the girl doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t even move away from his grasp. There is something about him that makes her want to stay where she is although she isn’t sure what just yet. The server starts walking towards the girls table with her drink and stops in mid-stride seeing the man and how he is holding the girl. The server isn’t sure if the girl is in danger or if she knew this man. She stands there staring and the man feeling eyes on his back turns his head toward her without loosening his grip on the girl and nods towards, “I will need one of those drinks as well Miss, we will be sharing a table”, nodding towards the girl in his arms. The server nods saying, “Very Well Sir,” and sets Mystery’s glass down and hurries away to get another. Mystery hears the server leave and can’t help but to wonder what kind of man this is to receive all his needs met without hesitation. The man almost seeming to read her thoughts says, “I come here often and everyone knows their place.” Then leaning even closer to her ear he whispers, “but do you know yours girl?” Mystery shakes her head no and the man laughs a loud sexy laugh and then whispers again, “you will know my girl, you will know.” “Now let me get a look at you, love,” he says as he turns her around to face him finally. He uses a finger to move some hair away from her face and his eyes start moving very slowly down her face. Whispering to himself, “stunning, absolutely stunning”, while he runs his palm softly down her cheek and leans in towards her neck and kisses it softly. He knows he must control himself for a bit longer but his hormones were in full alert and wanting anything to break free and consume this girl. The man then continues the tour of her body down her neck and towards her chest and once again stopping to get another good look at her small breasts protruding through her top. While still looking her body up and down he says, “so tell me, why have you not screamed or at least tried to run my girl?” Mystery stares back at him not really knowing the answer. Logically she knows that is what she should have done long ago but there is something about this man that seems … interesting. All she could think to say is, “I am not sure.” Almost instantly after he hears her words she hears him saying in an almost stern sounding voice, “Sir!” Mystery quickly moves her face towards his and stares at him with a question look to which he replies, “Sir! That is what you will say following everything you say to me. You understand my girl?” Mystery is a little taken back at first but finds her head nodding yes and hears what she believes is her own voice saying, “yes Sir”. The man smiles at her and runs his hand down her face, “Good Girl. That isn’t so hard is it?” Mystery shakes her head and says, “No, Sir”. Again the man smiles and leans in and places a soft kiss on her lips and whispers, “The sweet sound of your voice calling me Sir is like music to my ears”. Just then the server comes back with the man drink and the man takes it right from her hand and nods towards her in appreciation. Just as she was walking away the man calls out to her, “Hold the girls meal, we will dine later, until then I would like some privacy in this corner of the restaurant, therefore I will pay for the use of every table near ours. He then nods and grins at the server, “Thank you, I will call on you later and believe me you will be tipped for your services well.” The server then nods and walks away mumbling, “Yes Sir”. I look towards this stranger and ask, “Why does everyone call you Sir.. Sir?” The man grins, “You remembered my girl and that makes me proud of you.” Mystery blushes and half smiles at his compliment, “Thank you Sir.” The man then continues, “The server calling me Sir is out of respect. She calls every man in this place Sir. Now you, my beautiful girl, Call me Sir because I asked you too and you have chosen to obey and therefore, once again, I will say how proud I am of you.” Mystery nods again in understand even though she wasn’t sure she really understood. “Now where were we girl?” he asks her. She just looks up into his eyes and sees him staring back into hers, “Oh yes,” he interrupts the mutual gaze, “I was in the process of taking a good look at you. From what I can tell, you are perfect in every way.” Mystery waits a moment and then asks, “Perfect for what .. Sir?” “Why perfect for me, my dear,” he says with a smile. Then he puts his hands on her hips and sets her up on the table behind her and moves his hands to her thighs gentle caressing her legs through her nylons. Moving his body forward while at the same time spreading her thighs so he can stand between her legs. Mystery’s short dress starts moving up high on her thighs the more he spreads them. His hands moving up higher and higher on her thighs as well moving up the dress even more. Mystery still isn’t sure what is going on or what is going to happen and her head keeps telling her to fight and get away from this strange man but another part of her keeps her there. There is still something about him that intrigues her and compels her to stay put and see what transpires. The man looks down at her and says quietly, “You aren’t sure if you should stay or if you should run are you girl?” Mystery is once again startled by hearing the words in her head said out loud by this man and shakes her head yes. The man then continues, “That is totally up to you dear, but I do wish you would trust me and stay a bit longer.” Mystery looks up at him and asks, “Why Sir? Why should I trust you?” And the man smiles and places his hand against her face, “I will never hurt you only help you. You will learn who you are and what your place is in this great world. I will protect you and you will learn to let me. You will learn to love me just as I love you.” Mystery interrupts him saying, “Love you like you love me? You only just met me! I can’t believe you can really love me.” The man glares at her after she is finished and Mystery glares back then quickly adds, “Sir” to her last comment.” The man smiles widely. “You are already learning my girl and he kisses her once again on the lips.” The man continues his little speech, “If you obey me I can give you everything you want and need. If you should choose to disobey me then I can take it all away again. If you chose to leave, even now, I will still receive you back if you beg for my forgiveness. You will be mine and will always be mine. You will never be alone again.” Mystery starts shaking her head thinking this man must be insane and still telling herself that he can’t love her for they just met. “Enough words for now, you will learn it all in time. For now let’s get to know each other better shall we?” Mystery shakes her head yes, “Yes Sir”. The man presses himself even further between her thighs until she can feel his pants almost rubbing against her private areas which are almost exposed with her dressed pushed up so high on thighs. The man leans in and starts kissing her neck and feels his hips move closer to her and hears him taking in deep breaths through his nose and letting it out slowly across her neck. “You smell absolutely wonderful girl.” His hands start moving through her hair slowly and he pushes some of it back from her neck only to continue kissing it and the girl can’t help but angle her head in such a way that he gets good access to it. The man smiles to himself and continues the kisses up her jaw line and eventually getting over to her lips, so young and full and very sweet. He can’t help but want to get a taste of her and easily pries her lips open with no opposition from her and dips his tongue into the sweet wet opening exploring all of it. He hears the girl moan slightly and that makes a certain organ on his body twitch as he gives a small moan of his own in return. His hands find her hips and slowly start moving up the sides of her thin small body high and high until they are adjacent from her small round breast and without hesitation he moves over and grabs them both into his big strong hands and starts kneading them gently. They feeling like putty in his hands and he hears again a moan from his prize, the girl. He pulls away from the kiss and grins down at her while still kneading her breasts between his fingers and whispers, “Does my little beauty like that?” Mystery can’t help but say, “Yes Sir” and that causes the man to grin even more, “very good my dear” as he pushes forward even more causing her to move back. He takes one hand and puts it on the back of her head and leans closer and whispers, “Lay back” and starts guiding her backwards so she is lying on the table top with her legs dangling over the edge and him standing between her thighs still. He then stands up right and looks down at this little beauty on the table in front of him and licks his lips. “All mine” he says to himself, “and soon she will want it no other way”. He places his hands on her thighs and starts’ moving them up higher and higher until her skirt is up high enough to see her thong beneath the nylons. Not wanting to rush things he just stands there looking as if trying to decide where to start. It feels similar to a birthday and this girl, this lovely young girl is his gift and he wants to open it as carefully as he can. He looks into the girls eyes and holds the gaze while he fans his fingers out and starts running his hands up even higher pushing the dress up even more. It gets stuck where her body is laying on the table and with just one look she obeys his unsaid command and lifts her hips slightly and he continues sliding the dress up to her waist. He lets his gaze move down her body slowly and stops it at the small of her stomach just barely showing at this point and watches his own hands as he pushes the dress up even more… causing more and more of this young body to be revealed. He almost gasps as his thumbs touch her bare flesh for the first time and the girl’s body jerks slightly and she moans. “Yes, my dear, enjoy it”, he says in his head to himself. After the dress is slightly passed her belly button he stops and lifts one of her legs and slowly undoes the buckle on her sandal and slips it off and lets it fall to the floor. He looks into her eyes and she looks back at him. He realizes that she wants him to continue and he certainly wants to as well, just it makes things easier when the girl is willing to accept her role. Oh yes, she will be loved always and yet she will also love me in return and when that moment comes things like this will turn into an art that is shared. For now though, she is his art and he will craft her to his liking and she will let him, she IS letting him even now. He does the same with the second sandal and then moves his hands up to her waist and slowly while watching her eyes starts pulling her nylons down her body and legs until they too are laying on the ground at his feet. He looks down at her half naked body before him forgetting that they are in middle of a restaurant, that fact doesn’t bother him at all as takes in the view. Looking back at her face he smiles at her, “Still want to get out of her my dear?” Mystery shakes her head no and says, “No Sir, but at the same time I know I should but I can’t.” He asks, “Why can’t you?” To which she replies, “I am not sure Sir.” He smiles at her and then a hand around her arm and pulls her upright again and reaches around the back of her. He finds the zipper to her dress and while slowly moving it down he whispers unto her ear, “Does the fact that you are about to be naked in middle of a restaurant frighten you girl?” Mystery nods her head, “yes Sir” as she quickly scans the room. There is no one in the tables near but there are people at further tables who she is sure could see everything if they looked this way. “I said I would protect you girl so you do not need to be frightened, you hear?” She nods her and says, “Yes Sir” quietly. Once the man has the zipper down he start moving the dress up the rest of her body and slowly lifts it over her head and drops it on the floor with everything else. The girl feels a slight chill and shivers slightly and the man grins as he pushes her back once again and guides her down so she is once again lying on the table in front of him, only her bra and thong remain and the table is cold against her bare back. The man starts to move his hands up her thighs again and up onto her stomach not stopping as they get higher and higher until once again his palms are resting on her breasts and he is kneading them. He hears her moaning again and smiles at her nodding his head in approval. His eyes move to her breasts and he notices an almost hidden clasp right in front of her bra and without stopping he lets his thumbs work at opening it and once successful he eager pushes the bra aside and gasps quietly at the sight of her breasts in the flesh. They appear to be bordering on “young girl trying to grow into woman” form but not quite womanly just yet. He nods his head to himself again and Mystery is fascinated at that as he seems to be doing it a lot tonight at the same time it makes Mystery feel good that he seems to be approving of her. No one has ever approved of her before and maybe that is what is driving her to stay even though she knows she shouldn’t. Just at this moment Mystery sees movement from the side and looks that way and the man looks that way as well and sees the server making her way to our table and Mystery starts to fidget and tries to cover herself but the man turns towards her saying, “stay just how you are girl, everything will be alright, I can promise you that” and then he turns back towards the coming server and smiles at her broadly. “Hello Miss, would you be a dear and grab my bag that I left at the coat counter, thank you” and then he turns back to me dismissing the server before she has time to respond saying, “Now, where were we again my girl?” Before the server even leaves the man starts running his hands on mystery like there wasn’t just an interruption and that surprises Mystery but something inside her made her grin back at him. It frightened her immensely but at the same time it was a bit of a thrill how the man acted as if this was a normal occurrence and the girl lays her head back on the table and relaxes once again moaning at the feel of his hands roaming her body once again. “Yes, I might get used to this after all” she says to herself. She heard him tell the server to get something which means they will be interrupted once again and that thought does bring her some fear but she knows that once the server leaves the second time she will also feel the wave of excitement it caused and that seemed to make the experience worth it somehow. “I promised that you would naked here and naked you will be for me girl.” The man interrupts Mystery’s thoughts by starting to pull her thong down her legs and soon enough they too join the rest of the girls’ clothes on the floor and here she lays in all her naked glory and the man feasts upon the scene with his hungry eyes. It wasn’t long before the server returns and hands the man his bag to which he thank her and turned back to Mystery. The server looks over the scene briefly before walking away shaking her head. The man laughs, “Don’t worry about her girl, your only job tonight is entertaining your Master.” Mystery looks up at him and says, “Master? Sir.” The man nods his yes, “That would be me my beautiful young girl and tonight you will become mine.” He said it in such a way that brought fear and excitement at the exact same time to the girl and she doesn’t say a word back to him as she doesn’t really know what to say. The man lays his bag onto the seat beside the table and sees him open it and he pulls out a silver collar with jewels on it and what appears to be a lock of some sort and he says, “This will bind you to me but not until you are ready to bound. You may beg to have it at any time tonight or you may chose to not have it all at which time I will leave and let you think on it longer. You can, Like I said before, come back to me and beg for it at anytime but I will never force you to have it. You understand girl?” Mystery nods and says quietly, “Yes Sir” as he lays it on the table beside her. “ I will lay it here so you can look upon it tonight as you consider my offer.” After his words and seeing him lay the collar on the table Mystery looks back up at him and sees that he is once again looking down at her body. It is quiet for a long time and Mystery decides to ask, “What do you mean by ‘entertain’, Sir? Looking up at the girls face he smiles saying, “You are starting to entertain me quite well my girl, but there is more that can be done.” Like what Sir?” she asks him and he shakes his head and laughs, “That is for you to figure out my dear” and steps away from the table no longer standing between her thighs and crosses his arms and looks at her. “I am completely confident that you will be able to figure out how to entertain your Master my lovely girl.” Mystery sits up on the edge of the table while thinking and of course looking over him almost the same way that he looked at her before. He was very handsome but slightly older then she was by 10 years or slightly more maybe. He wore a white shirt with buttons but it was untucked, she can’t remember if it was untucked the whole time or not though, but that didn’t matter he still looked just as handsome as he would if it was tucked in. His hair was mostly short but slightly longer in some areas. The way some of it hanged over his face was quite sexy and she smiled at her own thought. It seemed somewhat odd that she would think this stranger that undressed her in a very public spot and leaves her sitting here naked in front of him as sexy. Most girls in this position would use this very opportunity to run away from him but she can’t make herself do that. Maybe it was how he made her feel special or how he approved of her, or maybe it was how he kept talking to her saying she was lovely and calling her “my girl” like he owns her somehow. She still cannot figure it out but she wasn’t ready to give up and leave just yet. He was creepy kind of and yet she still felt safe in his presence. Yes, she decided that she would “try” and entertain this creepy sexy man and then see what transpires. She will trust him as he has asked her too. Mystery gets up off the table and stands in front of him for a long time, completely naked and once again his eyes are rushing around her body and out of nowhere he says almost sternly but still somewhat loving at the same time,” kneel girl”. Mystery looks at him startled but then does as he asks and once again he is nodding and saying, “Very good girl” to her. She smiles at his approval, it somehow warming her heart in a way that she never experienced before. He starts walking toward her and gets right front of her and he looks down at her and she looks up at him. “You are even more beautiful to me on your knees girl.” And Mystery nods her head and blushes, “thank you Sir”. The reaches his hand down and runs it through her hair a few times before holding onto a clump of it and pulling her head back further and smiling at her again with a softness in his eyes. “The way you obey me girl excites me. Your willingness to do as I ask makes me love you more. You body makes me want to devour it. Everything about you makes me want to make you mine and to own you for all time. With that ownership, you will do all I ask. Your willingness to do what I ask will always excite me and my love will grow each time I see you kneel before me. I hope you are starting to understand girl what all I am saying.” Mystery nods her head yes, “Yes Sir” and without thinking much about it first she asks, “Sir, this girl would like to start entertaining her Master.” Pulling the girl up by her hair he plants a hard kiss onto her lips and then grins at her and says, “Very well, you may girl” and then he goes to a near by table and get a chair putting it down in front of the girl and sits down in it and says, “On your knees love” to which Mystery does without hesitation this time. He leans back in the chair and puts his legs out in front of him while partly laying back with his hands behind his head. “The first thing I want you to do girl is get me more relaxed, you may start with the shoes”. Mystery moves quickly and unties first one shoe and then the next taking them both off. “You may leave the socks on girl, but come closer and unbuckle my belt for me.” The girl moves closer quickly and does as he asks to which she is rewarded again with a smile and nod. “Now stand girl right here in front of me and turn around slowly and each time I say something I want you to respond by saying, “Yes Master or No, Master, you understand girl?” “Yes Master” Mystery responds and he nods at her again, “Very good”. Mystery stands up in front of him and he looks her over again. “Does it excite you to have an older man looking at your naked young body girl?” Mystery thinks for a moment and replies truthfully, “Yes Master.” The man smiles replying, “good”. For a few moments there isn’t anything said and then the man turns slightly in his chair and calls for the server to come over and Mystery steps back trying to hide in the shadow to which the man says, “Stay still girl, remember that you do not need to be afraid, I will not let anything harm you ever!” His voice is somewhat stern as if it is something he wants her to always remember and he is trying to drill it into her and she steps back out towards him, “Yes Master”. “Good, now hold just a second and don’t move .. you look absolutely lovely and I want to look at you while I order your meal”. Mystery nods, “Yes Master”, and sure enough he never takes his eyes off her while he is ordering their food. The man then hands the server a hundred dollar bill and tells her not to put the order in until he tells her too and also tells her to stay after her shift and continue to serve him and his girl, nodding over to Mystery while saying “his girl” and saying she will be greatly tipped. The server nods her head and agrees knowing she will more than likely walk away from her job tonight with several hundred dollars in hand that she couldn’t say no too. The man turns back to Mystery once the server leaves and grins, “Now that that is taken care of let me ask you girl, ‘Did that make you uncomfortable?” Nodding her head she replies, “Yes Master”. The man leans forward in his chair saying “Come closer girl” and when she does he grabs her around the waist and pulls her stomach towards his mouth and kisses it in several places while mumbling between them “When you are mine I will have you like this all the time so you best get used to because I can not tear my eyes away from your lovely body for even a second.” He Then pulls her down onto his lap and lifts his hips up so the front of his pants are pressed against her pussy and continues, “When you are mine you will entertain me wherever and whenever I ask you too and you will grow to love doing it.” Then reaching between them he drags his zipper down and pulls his mostly hard cock out and rubs it against her clit, “You will be rewarded for your services all the time my lovely girl, that I can promise you.” Then he pushes her down off his lap and spread his legs apart and pulls his cock out even more and starts to pump it in his hands … “This will belong to you and you alone. No other girl will see it or touch it when you are mine and this I can also promise you. I will love you for all time and make myself yours as much as you are making yourself mine. You understand girl?” Mystery shakes her head yes, “Yes Master” The man lets go of his cock but leaves it laying outside of his pants and leans back again with his hands behind his head. Mystery tries not to stare at his cock but it is hard not too. Even in it’s semi hard state it still looks quite big and she does wish she could touch it but she is afraid to ask. The man interrupts her thoughts, “What is it girl?” Mystery looks up at him and starts to blush and the man grins, “What thoughts are playing in your head girl, your Master wants to know.” The girls opens her mouth to say something and the man interrupts again, “You may” and then grins broadly at her and she looks at him with wide eyes and can’t seem to continue talking and closes her mouth. The man laughs a hearty laugh and grins, “You want to touch my cock girl don’t you? I can see it in your eyes and I said you may.” Then he winks at her and she blushes again. “ The girl moves closer and slowly starts reaching her hand out to which he grabs her wrist and pulls faster and wraps her fingers around his cock and moans, “Yes my girl that is just delightful!” Then he leans back and closes his eyes with a smile on his lips and a little laugh. The girl just sits there for a moment and feels the man’s cock twitch beneath her fingers. She shifts her body slightly and starts to slowly move her hand like he was doing himself a few moments before and this causes him to moan more and the girl smiles and continues. She could tell she was pleasing him and she wanted to please him more although she still wondered why pleasing him was exciting her so much. She doesn’t even know this man and yet she is finding excitement in his “game”. She vowed from that moment on she would do her best to please him tonight and she really meant that. Mystery continues moving her hand up and down his cock for a few moments and then the man lifts his head forward and looks down at her and smiles and starts running a hand through her hair mumbling now and then, “yes” … “yes” .. and sometimes using his other hand to rub across her cheek and over her lips all the while still moaning now and then. “More my girl, your Master needs more” and then he using the hand that is in her hair to push her face forward and his other hand on her cheek he uses on her chin to open her mouth, “Yes girl please your Master” he says so lovingly that the girl can’t say no and she lets him guide her mouth to his cock and she takes it into her mouth and he gasps harder than other times and says “good girl” again and then reaches over to sip his soda. The girl continues to suck on his cock moving her mouth back and forth over the shaft and letting her tongue run across the tip tasting the precum on it. While she continues the man yells out “Server!” and places a hand on the back of the girls head to keep it there saying “don’t stop girl your Master is VERY pleased”. The server comes over and the man asks for a refill of his soda and the server stands there staring at the scene and then rushes away with the glass. “Yes my love yes!” the man exclaims several times through moans not even caring that we are in a restaurant and the girl seeming to forget that fact as well as she sucks harder and a bit faster. Mystery can feel Master’s cock getting harder and harder inside her mouth and yet she continues picking up her pace as does and the man starts pushing his hips towards her making his cock reach further and further into her mouth. Eventually the server comes back with a full glass and is instructed to wait a moment while Mystery’s tries to reach for his wallet seemingly trying to take a long time on purpose so the server can watch the girl eagerly sucking his cock. The man notices the server watching and grins at her saying, “My girl is doing a lovely job pleasing me tonight, I hope the food you server later is the best here as she will be rewarded, you hear?” The server nods her head and the man finally getting his wallet from his back pocket uses one hand to pull out another hundred and using his other hand he pushes his girls head harder causing his cock to slip down her throat and the man moans loudly, “Yes my girl take your Masters’ cock I am so proud of you.” Then turning to the waiting server he hands the bill to her and says, “In a few minutes I want you to return and stand right there and I will tip you again Miss.” The server nods, grabs the bill and walks away quickly as the man laughs and looks upon his girl with a mouth full of his cock. “You my dear are the loveliest creature I have ever seen and this view of you is by far the best yet!” He smiles broadly and forces his cock deeper still knowing that the girl is taking all of his huge hard cock deep into her throat and at this moment he couldn’t be more proud of her. The man leans back in the chair still holding onto her head and grabbing some of her he holds her close and lets his cock twitch into her throat then leaning forward once more he says, “I am going to cum three times tonight before we leave this place girl.” Then he nods satisfied with his statement and starts pumping himself in and out of her throat and the girl complies completely letting this strange man fuck her throat while being naked in this restaurant with him. Sure enough a few moments later the server comes back and the man grins at her and then smiles down at his girl, “Let show the server here how proud you make your Master shall we girl?” The girl just shakes her head as she can’t speak at the moment. The man starts to fuck her mouth even hard causing her to gag somewhat but still he keeps on going and then after a few moments he looks down at the girls and nods his head and pulls his cock out of her, “Lean back girl” he says and she does it and not a second later hot sticky cum shoots down her neck and over her small breasts and he reaches down with one hand and starts rubbing it into her breasts slightly firmly to which the girl starts moaning and rubbing the cum in as well to her stomach and her neck. Next thing she knows his cock is back into her mouth and he tells her to continue and “Again my love Master needs it harder than before!” and he whips out another hundred and gives it to the server and tells her to leave and not return unless he calls for her. She rushes away with only a nod and the man laughs while rubbing his hand across his girls face, “You are such a good little girl and I want you to be mine girl. I will not force you though like I promised. I am just saying what I want and most the time I get what I want. The girl continues to suck and the man continues to pump his hips towards her fucking her mouth again getting hard again. Before too long the man pulls out of her mouth and stands up and picks up the girl in front of him and lays he back onto the table grinning. “I promised rewards girl and I don’t break my promises and with that he pulls her thighs apart and leans down and runs his tongue over her clit tasting her for the first time. He then continues moving his tongue up and down firmly across it because after that first taste it only made him want more. Wrapping his arms under the girls legs the man pulls her body so that her ass is hanging half off the table and he lifts her legs and places his hands under her ass and presses his tongue deep within her whole moaning at the sweet taste of her nectar and eagerly eating more getting faster and faster because at this point he can’t stop himself from wanting her sweetness. The girl moans over and over and that just makes him want more, more of her juices, more of her moans, more of everything. He dives in as far as he can get with his tongue and circles around inside her pumping his tongue in and out really fast and the girls moans get louder and louder and other guest in the restaurant start to look over towards them but the man doesn’t stop. He wants his girl to cum right here and right now in front of everyone in this place and on his tongue. Usually he would stop and tell his girl to cum but not this time because be can’t bear the thought of pulling away from her juices for even a second and so decides that this first time she will not be required to beg but to instead just let it happen and go with it. There will be a time for begging later and he knows without a doubt she will beg and he will comply because he can’t say no at this point either. He sees her grab the edge of the table and in his head he is screaming “Yes Girl, cum for your Master” and he fucks her even harder with his tongue so much that she can’t hold back and reaching with his thumb he rubs her clit vigorously and then it happens. She screams and she screams loud and if every person in the restaurant wasn’t watching yet, they certainly would be now as this girl gives her juices to her Master and he will be her Master there is no denying that! The girl cums and her juices pour out onto his tongue and he sucks hard to gather it all into his mouth. No better feast could be served in his honor then this right here and he wasn’t going to let a single drop go to waste! Even after she cums he continues and doesn’t slow down and he can feel her body writhing on the table and it excites him. He has to have more and he will have more and so he continues rubbing her clit and fucking her with his tongue and only this time he does lift his head briefly and says loudly for the benefit of the onlookers, “Again girl! Master is still hungry!” And he forces his tongue back into her tight little hole and fucks her some more and the girl cums again. This time she is louder than the last time and the man screams “yes” in his head. He knew he had made a good choice tonight of all the girls in this place he only wanted one and in walked her and she is his now. After the second time the man stands up and puts his hand onto her hips and looks down at her saying “from now on girl you will beg me to let you cum and you will not cum unless I approve you hear?” The girl nods, “Yes Master” and the man replies, “Good girl” and pulls her body towards his waiting hard cock and lets it rub against her clit for a few moments first back and forth over its sensitivity and the man looks towards the collar on the table and back at the girl, at her neck, he knew it would be a perfect fit and can’t wait for the moment when she asks him to give it to her. The girl sees where his eyes were and looks at the collar as well and then back at him. They stare at each other for a long time neither saying a word while he moved his hips back and forth letting his cock massage her tiny hard clit and he cocks his head slightly and asks, “Yes girl?” The girl reaches over and picks up the collar and holds it towards him and he looks at her puzzled, knowing what she wants but pretending like he didn’t. “What do you want girl? Say it!” The girl says, “I want this to be mine, Master” to which the man grins and pulls back slightly and pushes forward letting his cock push into her tiny hole breaking her cherry (which made him even prouder that she waited for him all her life) and while she screams out in the initial pain of that action he says calmly with a grin, “Then you must beg for it my girl” and he starts fucking her right then and there. Not slowly but fast and careful as he never wants to wound her. He only wants to have her as his own and once he claims this part of her then he is that much closer. The girl starts moaning loudly feeling his cock pumping in and out of her all while he is grinning at her saying, “Beg girl” over and over. The girl is finding it hard to beg while being fucked but she tries and yet he still wants her to beg more. “Again girl!” “Please Master this girl wants to be yours!” “Again girl! He says as he pumps far into her and holds it there. “Please Master! She cries out to him. “Why?” he yells back at her (only because of the noise). “I want to please you Master!” and again he says. “Why girl?” Because I want to learn to love you Master. The man smiles, “You don’t need to learn girl, it is already there in your heart you just have to accept it.” He leans down over her body on the table and starts kissing her while still moving his cock in and out of her. Kissing her deeply and noticing how she is kissing him back. Feeling her hands in his hair and her eager tongue looking for his. He wraps his arms around her and under her body and picks her up so he is holding her against him and her legs around him and they kiss deeply and she mumbles into face and neck and hair “Please Master Please” over and over and he continues to fuck her with a huge grin. “Yes she is mine finally” he says in his head and he leans her against the nearest wall and holds onto her body tight kissing and fucking her hard all at the same time. The man after a while leans towards her ear and whispers, “Cum for your Master girl, right now” and she does just like he asks her too. Then moving his mouth to her other ear he says, “Again girl, Cum for me” and again she does because her body is his to command now and she will obey him .. always. After a few more minutes he asks her, “Do you want your Master to cum girl?” The nods “Oh yes Master I do” and the man smiles and says, “Then I will my girl” and with that his head goes back and he shoves into hard and she can feel his hot cum shooting deep into her pussy and she hears him say, “Girl! Cum Now!” The girl cums and her tense muscles squeeze his cock hard and he moans loudly still pumping in and out of her tight tense pussy. “Oh yes my girl, Your Master accepts you as his own. You are mine and like I promised girl, I am yours!” After several minutes of hard breathing by both of them the man looks into her eyes and then grins, “Do not think you are finished yet my girl for we have just begun!” And with that he carries her over to the table and drops her onto it and continues pumping his still semi hard cock in and out of her while she is sitting up looking at him. He pulls her hair away from her neck and rubs his fingers around it and grins. “You will be loved my pet from this night forward and with that he picks up the collar and puts it around her neck and locks it into place and there is almost a tear in his eye as she smiles at her. “It looks lovely my girl!” And he takes her hands and brings them up to touch the collar. “You are mine girl”. He leans down and kisses her softly as he lays her back on the table once again and continues to slowly pump his cock in and out of her over and over again while kissing her body in any place he can reach with his lips moaning softly while exploring her body more thoroughly by touch and feel. While he makes love to her softly and gently he starts running his hands up and down her arms one at a time and a few minutes later the girls feels him putting a metal cuff around wrist and then on her upper arm which is then followed by doing the same to her other arm and wrist. The girl just lays there enjoying his kisses and his cock inside her. He finds a leg and places a cuff around her thigh and then her ankle and the same with her other leg and ankle, locking them all into place. The girl isn’t scared though even though this isn’t what she expected. She trusts him to know what he is doing. Whispering in her ear he says, “One more time girl then we will do something else and with that he pulls her down to the floor and stands in front of her and opens her mouth and pushed his cock inside it and nods at her. She starts to suck and he starts to rub his hand on her head and through her hair as he stands there with his head slightly back moaning softly. “Yes girl, don’t stop” and the girl doesn’t. He tells her to lift her arms behind her head and she does and he chains them together and then holds onto both wrists with one hand while looking down at her and he tells her to look up at him and when she does his heart almost beats out of his chest. His girl holding his cock in her mouth looking up at him was one of the most beautiful sights he has ever seen and he nods his approval and keeps looking not wanting this vision of beauty to end. Before long the girls Master is hard again and he pulls out of her mouth and lifts her up to her feet and kisses her firmly yet lovingly while wrapping his hands around her and rubbing her ass. This is the only place he hasn’t claimed yet and he will now he decides and turns her around so she is facing the table and bends her over it so her cute little ass is sticking out towards him and with one hand he reaches between her thighs and spreads her legs apart and moves his hand up to the crack of her ass. He moans in anticipation as he leans his body closer to her letting his cock move up and down along the crack gently. He positions himself just right behind her and starts leaning over her and whispers, “Just relax girl” as he pushes the head of his cock toward her cute little asshole. Moving up and down the crack deeper between the ass cheeks he moves on hand around her body and seeks out her clit and starts rubbing it slightly fast as he pulls her ass out towards him more and lets his cock slip into the open. He moans loudly at the tightness of it and pushes a bit more letting more slip insider her. He starts rubbing her clit harder now so to give her something pleasant to feel as he pushes harder and lets the rest of his cock into her tight ass. Then holding onto her hip with one he starts pumping in and out of her. Slowly at first but hearing her moans he gets a bit faster and he leans down encouraging her, “Yes girl, enjoy Master’s cock because it’s yours”. To keep up with his girls moans, the man starts moving faster and faster inside her ass. The tightness of it feeling better than ever so much so that he can’t help but to go even faster. He grabs her hips with both hands and goes deeper yet until he can’t go any further and before he knows he is all out fucking her ass and his girl is moaning loudly. “Yes! My girl likes it as much as I do! He exclaims to himself. He yells at her to cum and she does and he just goes faster and harder. His balls are hitting her pussy hard and the table is rubbing her clit for him and he can’t bring himself to slow down because he has to have this ass of hers! “Girl! When I cum, you cum .. you hear?” “Yes Master, she replies and he smiles and starts concentrating on fucking her again. Her body moving back and forth across the table as he pushes and pulls his cock in and out of her ass. “Yes girl yes, your Master will cum very soon!” And after saying that the girls feels hot jets shooting off like rockets inside her ass and her Master is screaming “CUM NOW GIRL!” and she does .. and hard. He continues pumping in her as he can’t stop. He has already cum but he wants more. Over and over he continues to fuck her and she continues to cum each time he tells her too and his excitement keeps growing and driving him for more. Soon he can’t take it anymore and flips her over and forces his cock into her pussy once again and fucks her with newly found energy over and over harder and harder until he cums again. Never before has he cum 4 times so quickly but this girl is more than worth it and he would do it again if he could. But he knew he should rest and that is what he will do but first, one last time .. for now .. he looks at her and leans down on her body one last and while wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly he whispers, “Cum one last time for your Master girl, make me proud!” and she puts her arms around him and holds him close to her body and cums. He can feel every jerk or her body and hear every moan like it was coming from him instead of her. “Yes girl, your Master is proud!” He leans down and kisses her and continues to hold her close for a few moments before picking her up and sitting down in the chair with her on his lap and his cock still pushed up inside her. He hugs her close to him and just holds her this way for a long time. After both of them have caught their breath the man asks, “Is my lovely girl hungry?” to which she replies, “Only for you Master” and that makes him smile and he hugs her close again. “Good answer my love!” He calls the server over and cancels the order and gives her 500 hundred dollars and says “We will be leaving now. But from now on when my girl and I visit this place you will be our server.” The server nods and hurries away and the man laughs. “Let’s go home love so that I may devour you once again!” And with that the man stands and closes his pants back up and puts on his shoes and leads his girl out of the restaurant on a leash and still completely naked for all to see and the girl doesn’t even flinch at the stares but instead keeps her eyes on her Master the whole time. She was his and he WILL protect her… he promised and she … trusted that to be true.

Mystery runs into the restaurant free from the pouring rain outside and smoothes down her damp dress and fiddles with the wet strands of hair falling front of her eyes. She doesn’t notice the man standing half way in the shadows only a few feet from her looking at her intently, letting his eyes roam down her body and stopping at the small round lumps of her breasts pressing against the wet top of her dress like ripe fruits ready to be picked. He figures she can’t be more then 16 or 17, well “maybe 18 at the most” he says to himself. The man watches as the girl talks to the host but not really hearing what she is saying as he is still too busy checking out every aspect of this girls body. He can almost visualize what she might feel like should he reach out and touch her but this wasn’t the right time. “The time will come soon though”, he thinks, “very soon”. He moves back even fuller into the shadows not wanting his “prey” to notice him just yet. He was looking forward to this hunt and in the end he knows he can convince this girl to be his …. “And his alone”, he grins to himself. The host leads Mystery towards the back of the restaurant and slides into a booth not noticing the man grinning even more in the shadows. “This is perfect”, the man nods his head in approval towards the host who doesn’t even know he is approving her choice for the girl. It was as if the host knew even though logically the man knew the host had no clue what was going on in his head. For several moments the man stayed in his place in the shadows watching this young girl, observing her movements and actions. He was a good reader of people and was able to know that the girl was alone, to most an obvious observation but not his true meaning. She was alone period, no parents to think of or a boyfriend much less friends in general. Sure she looked satisfied with her life from outward appearances but the man knew better. He could save her and he planned to do just that. He waited for just the right moment and then started his way across the room towards her. She was like any other woman, making her order and then sliding out of the booth to make her way towards the powder room. This is what he waited for and was able to time his actions accordingly. For the brief second that her back was to him he walked up behind her and whispered into her ear, “I can help you girl.” The girl is startled and freezes as she listens to his deep sexy voice but she doesn’t respond to him. His hand goes around her waist and his palm presses against her lower abdomen while his other hand goes onto the side of her thigh and slowly starts moving up towards her hip in a very precise movement, like he knew exactly what he is doing. Still the girl doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t even move away from his grasp. There is something about him that makes her want to stay where she is although she isn’t sure what just yet. The server starts walking towards the girls table with her drink and stops in mid-stride seeing the man and how he is holding the girl. The server isn’t sure if the girl is in danger or if she knew this man. She stands there staring and the man feeling eyes on his back turns his head toward her without loosening his grip on the girl and nods towards, “I will need one of those drinks as well Miss, we will be sharing a table”, nodding towards the girl in his arms. The server nods saying, “Very Well Sir,” and sets Mystery’s glass down and hurries away to get another. Mystery hears the server leave and can’t help but to wonder what kind of man this is to receive all his needs met without hesitation. The man almost seeming to read her thoughts says, “I come here often and everyone knows their place.” Then leaning even closer to her ear he whispers, “but do you know yours girl?” Mystery shakes her head no and the man laughs a loud sexy laugh and then whispers again, “you will know my girl, you will know.” “Now let me get a look at you, love,” he says as he turns her around to face him finally. He uses a finger to move some hair away from her face and his eyes start moving very slowly down her face. Whispering to himself, “stunning, absolutely stunning”, while he runs his palm softly down her cheek and leans in towards her neck and kisses it softly. He knows he must control himself for a bit longer but his hormones were in full alert and wanting anything to break free and consume this girl. The man then continues the tour of her body down her neck and towards her chest and once again stopping to get another good look at her small breasts protruding through her top. While still looking her body up and down he says, “so tell me, why have you not screamed or at least tried to run my girl?” Mystery stares back at him not really knowing the answer. Logically she knows that is what she should have done long ago but there is something about this man that seems … interesting. All she could think to say is, “I am not sure.” Almost instantly after he hears her words she hears him saying in an almost stern sounding voice, “Sir!” Mystery quickly moves her face towards his and stares at him with a question look to which he replies, “Sir! That is what you will say following everything you say to me. You understand my girl?” Mystery is a little taken back at first but finds her head nodding yes and hears what she believes is her own voice saying, “yes Sir”. The man smiles at her and runs his hand down her face, “Good Girl. That isn’t so hard is it?” Mystery shakes her head and says, “No, Sir”. Again the man smiles and leans in and places a soft kiss on her lips and whispers, “The sweet sound of your voice calling me Sir is like music to my ears”. Just then the server comes back with the man drink and the man takes it right from her hand and nods towards her in appreciation. Just as she was walking away the man calls out to her, “Hold the girls meal, we will dine later, until then I would like some privacy in this corner of the restaurant, therefore I will pay for the use of every table near ours. He then nods and grins at the server, “Thank you, I will call on you later and believe me you will be tipped for your services well.” The server then nods and walks away mumbling, “Yes Sir”. I look towards this stranger and ask, “Why does everyone call you Sir.. Sir?” The man grins, “You remembered my girl and that makes me proud of you.” Mystery blushes and half smiles at his compliment, “Thank you Sir.” The man then continues, “The server calling me Sir is out of respect. She calls every man in this place Sir. Now you, my beautiful girl, Call me Sir because I asked you too and you have chosen to obey and therefore, once again, I will say how proud I am of you.” Mystery nods again in understand even though she wasn’t sure she really understood. “Now where were we girl?” he asks her. She just looks up into his eyes and sees him staring back into hers, “Oh yes,” he interrupts the mutual gaze, “I was in the process of taking a good look at you. From what I can tell, you are perfect in every way.” Mystery waits a moment and then asks, “Perfect for what .. Sir?” “Why perfect for me, my dear,” he says with a smile. Then he puts his hands on her hips and sets her up on the table behind her and moves his hands to her thighs gentle caressing her legs through her nylons. Moving his body forward while at the same time spreading her thighs so he can stand between her legs. Mystery’s short dress starts moving up high on her thighs the more he spreads them. His hands moving up higher and higher on her thighs as well moving up the dress even more. Mystery still isn’t sure what is going on or what is going to happen and her head keeps telling her to fight and get away from this strange man but another part of her keeps her there. There is still something about him that intrigues her and compels her to stay put and see what transpires. The man looks down at her and says quietly, “You aren’t sure if you should stay or if you should run are you girl?” Mystery is once again startled by hearing the words in her head said out loud by this man and shakes her head yes. The man then continues, “That is totally up to you dear, but I do wish you would trust me and stay a bit longer.” Mystery looks up at him and asks, “Why Sir? Why should I trust you?” And the man smiles and places his hand against her face, “I will never hurt you only help you. You will learn who you are and what your place is in this great world. I will protect you and you will learn to let me. You will learn to love me just as I love you.” Mystery interrupts him saying, “Love you like you love me? You only just met me! I can’t believe you can really love me.” The man glares at her after she is finished and Mystery glares back then quickly adds, “Sir” to her last comment.” The man smiles widely. “You are already learning my girl and he kisses her once again on the lips.” The man continues his little speech, “If you obey me I can give you everything you want and need. If you should choose to disobey me then I can take it all away again. If you chose to leave, even now, I will still receive you back if you beg for my forgiveness. You will be mine and will always be mine. You will never be alone again.” Mystery starts shaking her head thinking this man must be insane and still telling herself that he can’t love her for they just met. “Enough words for now, you will learn it all in time. For now let’s get to know each other better shall we?” Mystery shakes her head yes, “Yes Sir”. The man presses himself even further between her thighs until she can feel his pants almost rubbing against her private areas which are almost exposed with her dressed pushed up so high on thighs. The man leans in and starts kissing her neck and feels his hips move closer to her and hears him taking in deep breaths through his nose and letting it out slowly across her neck. “You smell absolutely wonderful girl.” His hands start moving through her hair slowly and he pushes some of it back from her neck only to continue kissing it and the girl can’t help but angle her head in such a way that he gets good access to it. The man smiles to himself and continues the kisses up her jaw line and eventually getting over to her lips, so young and full and very sweet. He can’t help but want to get a taste of her and easily pries her lips open with no opposition from her and dips his tongue into the sweet wet opening exploring all of it. He hears the girl moan slightly and that makes a certain organ on his body twitch as he gives a small moan of his own in return. His hands find her hips and slowly start moving up the sides of her thin small body high and high until they are adjacent from her small round breast and without hesitation he moves over and grabs them both into his big strong hands and starts kneading them gently. They feeling like putty in his hands and he hears again a moan from his prize, the girl. He pulls away from the kiss and grins down at her while still kneading her breasts between his fingers and whispers, “Does my little beauty like that?” Mystery can’t help but say, “Yes Sir” and that causes the man to grin even more, “very good my dear” as he pushes forward even more causing her to move back. He takes one hand and puts it on the back of her head and leans closer and whispers, “Lay back” and starts guiding her backwards so she is lying on the table top with her legs dangling over the edge and him standing between her thighs still. He then stands up right and looks down at this little beauty on the table in front of him and licks his lips. “All mine” he says to himself, “and soon she will want it no other way”. He places his hands on her thighs and starts’ moving them up higher and higher until her skirt is up high enough to see her thong beneath the nylons. Not wanting to rush things he just stands there looking as if trying to decide where to start. It feels similar to a birthday and this girl, this lovely young girl is his gift and he wants to open it as carefully as he can. He looks into the girls eyes and holds the gaze while he fans his fingers out and starts running his hands up even higher pushing the dress up even more. It gets stuck where her body is laying on the table and with just one look she obeys his unsaid command and lifts her hips slightly and he continues sliding the dress up to her waist. He lets his gaze move down her body slowly and stops it at the small of her stomach just barely showing at this point and watches his own hands as he pushes the dress up even more… causing more and more of this young body to be revealed. He almost gasps as his thumbs touch her bare flesh for the first time and the girl’s body jerks slightly and she moans. “Yes, my dear, enjoy it”, he says in his head to himself. After the dress is slightly passed her belly button he stops and lifts one of her legs and slowly undoes the buckle on her sandal and slips it off and lets it fall to the floor. He looks into her eyes and she looks back at him. He realizes that she wants him to continue and he certainly wants to as well, just it makes things easier when the girl is willing to accept her role. Oh yes, she will be loved always and yet she will also love me in return and when that moment comes things like this will turn into an art that is shared. For now though, she is his art and he will craft her to his liking and she will let him, she IS letting him even now. He does the same with the second sandal and then moves his hands up to her waist and slowly while watching her eyes starts pulling her nylons down her body and legs until they too are laying on the ground at his feet. He looks down at her half naked body before him forgetting that they are in middle of a restaurant, that fact doesn’t bother him at all as takes in the view. Looking back at her face he smiles at her, “Still want to get out of her my dear?” Mystery shakes her head no and says, “No Sir, but at the same time I know I should but I can’t.” He asks, “Why can’t you?” To which she replies, “I am not sure Sir.” He smiles at her and then a hand around her arm and pulls her upright again and reaches around the back of her. He finds the zipper to her dress and while slowly moving it down he whispers unto her ear, “Does the fact that you are about to be naked in middle of a restaurant frighten you girl?” Mystery nods her head, “yes Sir” as she quickly scans the room. There is no one in the tables near but there are people at further tables who she is sure could see everything if they looked this way. “I said I would protect you girl so you do not need to be frightened, you hear?” She nods her and says, “Yes Sir” quietly. Once the man has the zipper down he start moving the dress up the rest of her body and slowly lifts it over her head and drops it on the floor with everything else. The girl feels a slight chill and shivers slightly and the man grins as he pushes her back once again and guides her down so she is once again lying on the table in front of him, only her bra and thong remain and the table is cold against her bare back. The man starts to move his hands up her thighs again and up onto her stomach not stopping as they get higher and higher until once again his palms are resting on her breasts and he is kneading them. He hears her moaning again and smiles at her nodding his head in approval. His eyes move to her breasts and he notices an almost hidden clasp right in front of her bra and without stopping he lets his thumbs work at opening it and once successful he eager pushes the bra aside and gasps quietly at the sight of her breasts in the flesh. They appear to be bordering on “young girl trying to grow into woman” form but not quite womanly just yet. He nods his head to himself again and Mystery is fascinated at that as he seems to be doing it a lot tonight at the same time it makes Mystery feel good that he seems to be approving of her. No one has ever approved of her before and maybe that is what is driving her to stay even though she knows she shouldn’t. Just at this moment Mystery sees movement from the side and looks that way and the man looks that way as well and sees the server making her way to our table and Mystery starts to fidget and tries to cover herself but the man turns towards her saying, “stay just how you are girl, everything will be alright, I can promise you that” and then he turns back towards the coming server and smiles at her broadly. “Hello Miss, would you be a dear and grab my bag that I left at the coat counter, thank you” and then he turns back to me dismissing the server before she has time to respond saying, “Now, where were we again my girl?” Before the server even leaves the man starts running his hands on mystery like there wasn’t just an interruption and that surprises Mystery but something inside her made her grin back at him. It frightened her immensely but at the same time it was a bit of a thrill how the man acted as if this was a normal occurrence and the girl lays her head back on the table and relaxes once again moaning at the feel of his hands roaming her body once again. “Yes, I might get used to this after all” she says to herself. She heard him tell the server to get something which means they will be interrupted once again and that thought does bring her some fear but she knows that once the server leaves the second time she will also feel the wave of excitement it caused and that seemed to make the experience worth it somehow. “I promised that you would naked here and naked you will be for me girl.” The man interrupts Mystery’s thoughts by starting to pull her thong down her legs and soon enough they too join the rest of the girls’ clothes on the floor and here she lays in all her naked glory and the man feasts upon the scene with his hungry eyes. It wasn’t long before the server returns and hands the man his bag to which he thank her and turned back to Mystery. The server looks over the scene briefly before walking away shaking her head. The man laughs, “Don’t worry about her girl, your only job tonight is entertaining your Master.” Mystery looks up at him and says, “Master? Sir.” The man nods his yes, “That would be me my beautiful young girl and tonight you will become mine.” He said it in such a way that brought fear and excitement at the exact same time to the girl and she doesn’t say a word back to him as she doesn’t really know what to say. The man lays his bag onto the seat beside the table and sees him open it and he pulls out a silver collar with jewels on it and what appears to be a lock of some sort and he says, “This will bind you to me but not until you are ready to bound. You may beg to have it at any time tonight or you may chose to not have it all at which time I will leave and let you think on it longer. You can, Like I said before, come back to me and beg for it at anytime but I will never force you to have it. You understand girl?” Mystery nods and says quietly, “Yes Sir” as he lays it on the table beside her. “ I will lay it here so you can look upon it tonight as you consider my offer.” After his words and seeing him lay the collar on the table Mystery looks back up at him and sees that he is once again looking down at her body. It is quiet for a long time and Mystery decides to ask, “What do you mean by ‘entertain’, Sir? Looking up at the girls face he smiles saying, “You are starting to entertain me quite well my girl, but there is more that can be done.” Like what Sir?” she asks him and he shakes his head and laughs, “That is for you to figure out my dear” and steps away from the table no longer standing between her thighs and crosses his arms and looks at her. “I am completely confident that you will be able to figure out how to entertain your Master my lovely girl.” Mystery sits up on the edge of the table while thinking and of course looking over him almost the same way that he looked at her before. He was very handsome but slightly older then she was by 10 years or slightly more maybe. He wore a white shirt with buttons but it was untucked, she can’t remember if it was untucked the whole time or not though, but that didn’t matter he still looked just as handsome as he would if it was tucked in. His hair was mostly short but slightly longer in some areas. The way some of it hanged over his face was quite sexy and she smiled at her own thought. It seemed somewhat odd that she would think this stranger that undressed her in a very public spot and leaves her sitting here naked in front of him as sexy. Most girls in this position would use this very opportunity to run away from him but she can’t make herself do that. Maybe it was how he made her feel special or how he approved of her, or maybe it was how he kept talking to her saying she was lovely and calling her “my girl” like he owns her somehow. She still cannot figure it out but she wasn’t ready to give up and leave just yet. He was creepy kind of and yet she still felt safe in his presence. Yes, she decided that she would “try” and entertain this creepy sexy man and then see what transpires. She will trust him as he has asked her too. Mystery gets up off the table and stands in front of him for a long time, completely naked and once again his eyes are rushing around her body and out of nowhere he says almost sternly but still somewhat loving at the same time,” kneel girl”. Mystery looks at him startled but then does as he asks and once again he is nodding and saying, “Very good girl” to her. She smiles at his approval, it somehow warming her heart in a way that she never experienced before. He starts walking toward her and gets right front of her and he looks down at her and she looks up at him. “You are even more beautiful to me on your knees girl.” And Mystery nods her head and blushes, “thank you Sir”. The reaches his hand down and runs it through her hair a few times before holding onto a clump of it and pulling her head back further and smiling at her again with a softness in his eyes. “The way you obey me girl excites me. Your willingness to do as I ask makes me love you more. You body makes me want to devour it. Everything about you makes me want to make you mine and to own you for all time. With that ownership, you will do all I ask. Your willingness to do what I ask will always excite me and my love will grow each time I see you kneel before me. I hope you are starting to understand girl what all I am saying.” Mystery nods her head yes, “Yes Sir” and without thinking much about it first she asks, “Sir, this girl would like to start entertaining her Master.” Pulling the girl up by her hair he plants a hard kiss onto her lips and then grins at her and says, “Very well, you may girl” and then he goes to a near by table and get a chair putting it down in front of the girl and sits down in it and says, “On your knees love” to which Mystery does without hesitation this time. He leans back in the chair and puts his legs out in front of him while partly laying back with his hands behind his head. “The first thing I want you to do girl is get me more relaxed, you may start with the shoes”. Mystery moves quickly and unties first one shoe and then the next taking them both off. “You may leave the socks on girl, but come closer and unbuckle my belt for me.” The girl moves closer quickly and does as he asks to which she is rewarded again with a smile and nod. “Now stand girl right here in front of me and turn around slowly and each time I say something I want you to respond by saying, “Yes Master or No, Master, you understand girl?” “Yes Master” Mystery responds and he nods at her again, “Very good”. Mystery stands up in front of him and he looks her over again. “Does it excite you to have an older man looking at your naked young body girl?” Mystery thinks for a moment and replies truthfully, “Yes Master.” The man smiles replying, “good”. For a few moments there isn’t anything said and then the man turns slightly in his chair and calls for the server to come over and Mystery steps back trying to hide in the shadow to which the man says, “Stay still girl, remember that you do not need to be afraid, I will not let anything harm you ever!” His voice is somewhat stern as if it is something he wants her to always remember and he is trying to drill it into her and she steps back out towards him, “Yes Master”. “Good, now hold just a second and don’t move .. you look absolutely lovely and I want to look at you while I order your meal”. Mystery nods, “Yes Master”, and sure enough he never takes his eyes off her while he is ordering their food. The man then hands the server a hundred dollar bill and tells her not to put the order in until he tells her too and also tells her to stay after her shift and continue to serve him and his girl, nodding over to Mystery while saying “his girl” and saying she will be greatly tipped. The server nods her head and agrees knowing she will more than likely walk away from her job tonight with several hundred dollars in hand that she couldn’t say no too. The man turns back to Mystery once the server leaves and grins, “Now that that is taken care of let me ask you girl, ‘Did that make you uncomfortable?” Nodding her head she replies, “Yes Master”. The man leans forward in his chair saying “Come closer girl” and when she does he grabs her around the waist and pulls her stomach towards his mouth and kisses it in several places while mumbling between them “When you are mine I will have you like this all the time so you best get used to because I can not tear my eyes away from your lovely body for even a second.” He Then pulls her down onto his lap and lifts his hips up so the front of his pants are pressed against her pussy and continues, “When you are mine you will entertain me wherever and whenever I ask you too and you will grow to love doing it.” Then reaching between them he drags his zipper down and pulls his mostly hard cock out and rubs it against her clit, “You will be rewarded for your services all the time my lovely girl, that I can promise you.” Then he pushes her down off his lap and spread his legs apart and pulls his cock out even more and starts to pump it in his hands … “This will belong to you and you alone. No other girl will see it or touch it when you are mine and this I can also promise you. I will love you for all time and make myself yours as much as you are making yourself mine. You understand girl?” Mystery shakes her head yes, “Yes Master” The man lets go of his cock but leaves it laying outside of his pants and leans back again with his hands behind his head. Mystery tries not to stare at his cock but it is hard not too. Even in it’s semi hard state it still looks quite big and she does wish she could touch it but she is afraid to ask. The man interrupts her thoughts, “What is it girl?” Mystery looks up at him and starts to blush and the man grins, “What thoughts are playing in your head girl, your Master wants to know.” The girls opens her mouth to say something and the man interrupts again, “You may” and then grins broadly at her and she looks at him with wide eyes and can’t seem to continue talking and closes her mouth. The man laughs a hearty laugh and grins, “You want to touch my cock girl don’t you? I can see it in your eyes and I said you may.” Then he winks at her and she blushes again. “ The girl moves closer and slowly starts reaching her hand out to which he grabs her wrist and pulls faster and wraps her fingers around his cock and moans, “Yes my girl that is just delightful!” Then he leans back and closes his eyes with a smile on his lips and a little laugh. The girl just sits there for a moment and feels the man’s cock twitch beneath her fingers. She shifts her body slightly and starts to slowly move her hand like he was doing himself a few moments before and this causes him to moan more and the girl smiles and continues. She could tell she was pleasing him and she wanted to please him more although she still wondered why pleasing him was exciting her so much. She doesn’t even know this man and yet she is finding excitement in his “game”. She vowed from that moment on she would do her best to please him tonight and she really meant that. Mystery continues moving her hand up and down his cock for a few moments and then the man lifts his head forward and looks down at her and smiles and starts running a hand through her hair mumbling now and then, “yes” … “yes” .. and sometimes using his other hand to rub across her cheek and over her lips all the while still moaning now and then. “More my girl, your Master needs more” and then he using the hand that is in her hair to push her face forward and his other hand on her cheek he uses on her chin to open her mouth, “Yes girl please your Master” he says so lovingly that the girl can’t say no and she lets him guide her mouth to his cock and she takes it into her mouth and he gasps harder than other times and says “good girl” again and then reaches over to sip his soda. The girl continues to suck on his cock moving her mouth back and forth over the shaft and letting her tongue run across the tip tasting the precum on it. While she continues the man yells out “Server!” and places a hand on the back of the girls head to keep it there saying “don’t stop girl your Master is VERY pleased”. The server comes over and the man asks for a refill of his soda and the server stands there staring at the scene and then rushes away with the glass. “Yes my love yes!” the man exclaims several times through moans not even caring that we are in a restaurant and the girl seeming to forget that fact as well as she sucks harder and a bit faster. Mystery can feel Master’s cock getting harder and harder inside her mouth and yet she continues picking up her pace as does and the man starts pushing his hips towards her making his cock reach further and further into her mouth. Eventually the server comes back with a full glass and is instructed to wait a moment while Mystery’s tries to reach for his wallet seemingly trying to take a long time on purpose so the server can watch the girl eagerly sucking his cock. The man notices the server watching and grins at her saying, “My girl is doing a lovely job pleasing me tonight, I hope the food you server later is the best here as she will be rewarded, you hear?” The server nods her head and the man finally getting his wallet from his back pocket uses one hand to pull out another hundred and using his other hand he pushes his girls head harder causing his cock to slip down her throat and the man moans loudly, “Yes my girl take your Masters’ cock I am so proud of you.” Then turning to the waiting server he hands the bill to her and says, “In a few minutes I want you to return and stand right there and I will tip you again Miss.” The server nods, grabs the bill and walks away quickly as the man laughs and looks upon his girl with a mouth full of his cock. “You my dear are the loveliest creature I have ever seen and this view of you is by far the best yet!” He smiles broadly and forces his cock deeper still knowing that the girl is taking all of his huge hard cock deep into her throat and at this moment he couldn’t be more proud of her. The man leans back in the chair still holding onto her head and grabbing some of her he holds her close and lets his cock twitch into her throat then leaning forward once more he says, “I am going to cum three times tonight before we leave this place girl.” Then he nods satisfied with his statement and starts pumping himself in and out of her throat and the girl complies completely letting this strange man fuck her throat while being naked in this restaurant with him. Sure enough a few moments later the server comes back and the man grins at her and then smiles down at his girl, “Let show the server here how proud you make your Master shall we girl?” The girl just shakes her head as she can’t speak at the moment. The man starts to fuck her mouth even hard causing her to gag somewhat but still he keeps on going and then after a few moments he looks down at the girls and nods his head and pulls his cock out of her, “Lean back girl” he says and she does it and not a second later hot sticky cum shoots down her neck and over her small breasts and he reaches down with one hand and starts rubbing it into her breasts slightly firmly to which the girl starts moaning and rubbing the cum in as well to her stomach and her neck. Next thing she knows his cock is back into her mouth and he tells her to continue and “Again my love Master needs it harder than before!” and he whips out another hundred and gives it to the server and tells her to leave and not return unless he calls for her. She rushes away with only a nod and the man laughs while rubbing his hand across his girls face, “You are such a good little girl and I want you to be mine girl. I will not force you though like I promised. I am just saying what I want and most the time I get what I want. The girl continues to suck and the man continues to pump his hips towards her fucking her mouth again getting hard again. Before too long the man pulls out of her mouth and stands up and picks up the girl in front of him and lays he back onto the table grinning. “I promised rewards girl and I don’t break my promises and with that he pulls her thighs apart and leans down and runs his tongue over her clit tasting her for the first time. He then continues moving his tongue up and down firmly across it because after that first taste it only made him want more. Wrapping his arms under the girls legs the man pulls her body so that her ass is hanging half off the table and he lifts her legs and places his hands under her ass and presses his tongue deep within her whole moaning at the sweet taste of her nectar and eagerly eating more getting faster and faster because at this point he can’t stop himself from wanting her sweetness. The girl moans over and over and that just makes him want more, more of her juices, more of her moans, more of everything. He dives in as far as he can get with his tongue and circles around inside her pumping his tongue in and out really fast and the girls moans get louder and louder and other guest in the restaurant start to look over towards them but the man doesn’t stop. He wants his girl to cum right here and right now in front of everyone in this place and on his tongue. Usually he would stop and tell his girl to cum but not this time because be can’t bear the thought of pulling away from her juices for even a second and so decides that this first time she will not be required to beg but to instead just let it happen and go with it. There will be a time for begging later and he knows without a doubt she will beg and he will comply because he can’t say no at this point either. He sees her grab the edge of the table and in his head he is screaming “Yes Girl, cum for your Master” and he fucks her even harder with his tongue so much that she can’t hold back and reaching with his thumb he rubs her clit vigorously and then it happens. She screams and she screams loud and if every person in the restaurant wasn’t watching yet, they certainly would be now as this girl gives her juices to her Master and he will be her Master there is no denying that! The girl cums and her juices pour out onto his tongue and he sucks hard to gather it all into his mouth. No better feast could be served in his honor then this right here and he wasn’t going to let a single drop go to waste! Even after she cums he continues and doesn’t slow down and he can feel her body writhing on the table and it excites him. He has to have more and he will have more and so he continues rubbing her clit and fucking her with his tongue and only this time he does lift his head briefly and says loudly for the benefit of the onlookers, “Again girl! Master is still hungry!” And he forces his tongue back into her tight little hole and fucks her some more and the girl cums again. This time she is louder than the last time and the man screams “yes” in his head. He knew he had made a good choice tonight of all the girls in this place he only wanted one and in walked her and she is his now. After the second time the man stands up and puts his hand onto her hips and looks down at her saying “from now on girl you will beg me to let you cum and you will not cum unless I approve you hear?” The girl nods, “Yes Master” and the man replies, “Good girl” and pulls her body towards his waiting hard cock and lets it rub against her clit for a few moments first back and forth over its sensitivity and the man looks towards the collar on the table and back at the girl, at her neck, he knew it would be a perfect fit and can’t wait for the moment when she asks him to give it to her. The girl sees where his eyes were and looks at the collar as well and then back at him. They stare at each other for a long time neither saying a word while he moved his hips back and forth letting his cock massage her tiny hard clit and he cocks his head slightly and asks, “Yes girl?” The girl reaches over and picks up the collar and holds it towards him and he looks at her puzzled, knowing what she wants but pretending like he didn’t. “What do you want girl? Say it!” The girl says, “I want this to be mine, Master” to which the man grins and pulls back slightly and pushes forward letting his cock push into her tiny hole breaking her cherry (which made him even prouder that she waited for him all her life) and while she screams out in the initial pain of that action he says calmly with a grin, “Then you must beg for it my girl” and he starts fucking her right then and there. Not slowly but fast and careful as he never wants to wound her. He only wants to have her as his own and once he claims this part of her then he is that much closer. The girl starts moaning loudly feeling his cock pumping in and out of her all while he is grinning at her saying, “Beg girl” over and over. The girl is finding it hard to beg while being fucked but she tries and yet he still wants her to beg more. “Again girl!” “Please Master this girl wants to be yours!” “Again girl! He says as he pumps far into her and holds it there. “Please Master! She cries out to him. “Why?” he yells back at her (only because of the noise). “I want to please you Master!” and again he says. “Why girl?” Because I want to learn to love you Master. The man smiles, “You don’t need to learn girl, it is already there in your heart you just have to accept it.” He leans down over her body on the table and starts kissing her while still moving his cock in and out of her. Kissing her deeply and noticing how she is kissing him back. Feeling her hands in his hair and her eager tongue looking for his. He wraps his arms around her and under her body and picks her up so he is holding her against him and her legs around him and they kiss deeply and she mumbles into face and neck and hair “Please Master Please” over and over and he continues to fuck her with a huge grin. “Yes she is mine finally” he says in his head and he leans her against the nearest wall and holds onto her body tight kissing and fucking her hard all at the same time. The man after a while leans towards her ear and whispers, “Cum for your Master girl, right now” and she does just like he asks her too. Then moving his mouth to her other ear he says, “Again girl, Cum for me” and again she does because her body is his to command now and she will obey him .. always. After a few more minutes he asks her, “Do you want your Master to cum girl?” The nods “Oh yes Master I do” and the man smiles and says, “Then I will my girl” and with that his head goes back and he shoves into hard and she can feel his hot cum shooting deep into her pussy and she hears him say, “Girl! Cum Now!” The girl cums and her tense muscles squeeze his cock hard and he moans loudly still pumping in and out of her tight tense pussy. “Oh yes my girl, Your Master accepts you as his own. You are mine and like I promised girl, I am yours!” After several minutes of hard breathing by both of them the man looks into her eyes and then grins, “Do not think you are finished yet my girl for we have just begun!” And with that he carries her over to the table and drops her onto it and continues pumping his still semi hard cock in and out of her while she is sitting up looking at him. He pulls her hair away from her neck and rubs his fingers around it and grins. “You will be loved my pet from this night forward and with that he picks up the collar and puts it around her neck and locks it into place and there is almost a tear in his eye as she smiles at her. “It looks lovely my girl!” And he takes her hands and brings them up to touch the collar. “You are mine girl”. He leans down and kisses her softly as he lays her back on the table once again and continues to slowly pump his cock in and out of her over and over again while kissing her body in any place he can reach with his lips moaning softly while exploring her body more thoroughly by touch and feel. While he makes love to her softly and gently he starts running his hands up and down her arms one at a time and a few minutes later the girls feels him putting a metal cuff around wrist and then on her upper arm which is then followed by doing the same to her other arm and wrist. The girl just lays there enjoying his kisses and his cock inside her. He finds a leg and places a cuff around her thigh and then her ankle and the same with her other leg and ankle, locking them all into place. The girl isn’t scared though even though this isn’t what she expected. She trusts him to know what he is doing. Whispering in her ear he says, “One more time girl then we will do something else and with that he pulls her down to the floor and stands in front of her and opens her mouth and pushed his cock inside it and nods at her. She starts to suck and he starts to rub his hand on her head and through her hair as he stands there with his head slightly back moaning softly. “Yes girl, don’t stop” and the girl doesn’t. He tells her to lift her arms behind her head and she does and he chains them together and then holds onto both wrists with one hand while looking down at her and he tells her to look up at him and when she does his heart almost beats out of his chest. His girl holding his cock in her mouth looking up at him was one of the most beautiful sights he has ever seen and he nods his approval and keeps looking not wanting this vision of beauty to end. Before long the girls Master is hard again and he pulls out of her mouth and lifts her up to her feet and kisses her firmly yet lovingly while wrapping his hands around her and rubbing her ass. This is the only place he hasn’t claimed yet and he will now he decides and turns her around so she is facing the table and bends her over it so her cute little ass is sticking out towards him and with one hand he reaches between her thighs and spreads her legs apart and moves his hand up to the crack of her ass. He moans in anticipation as he leans his body closer to her letting his cock move up and down along the crack gently. He positions himself just right behind her and starts leaning over her and whispers, “Just relax girl” as he pushes the head of his cock toward her cute little asshole. Moving up and down the crack deeper between the ass cheeks he moves on hand around her body and seeks out her clit and starts rubbing it slightly fast as he pulls her ass out towards him more and lets his cock slip into the open. He moans loudly at the tightness of it and pushes a bit more letting more slip insider her. He starts rubbing her clit harder now so to give her something pleasant to feel as he pushes harder and lets the rest of his cock into her tight ass. Then holding onto her hip with one he starts pumping in and out of her. Slowly at first but hearing her moans he gets a bit faster and he leans down encouraging her, “Yes girl, enjoy Master’s cock because it’s yours”. To keep up with his girls moans, the man starts moving faster and faster inside her ass. The tightness of it feeling better than ever so much so that he can’t help but to go even faster. He grabs her hips with both hands and goes deeper yet until he can’t go any further and before he knows he is all out fucking her ass and his girl is moaning loudly. “Yes! My girl likes it as much as I do! He exclaims to himself. He yells at her to cum and she does and he just goes faster and harder. His balls are hitting her pussy hard and the table is rubbing her clit for him and he can’t bring himself to slow down because he has to have this ass of hers! “Girl! When I cum, you cum .. you hear?” “Yes Master, she replies and he smiles and starts concentrating on fucking her again. Her body moving back and forth across the table as he pushes and pulls his cock in and out of her ass. “Yes girl yes, your Master will cum very soon!” And after saying that the girls feels hot jets shooting off like rockets inside her ass and her Master is screaming “CUM NOW GIRL!” and she does .. and hard. He continues pumping in her as he can’t stop. He has already cum but he wants more. Over and over he continues to fuck her and she continues to cum each time he tells her too and his excitement keeps growing and driving him for more. Soon he can’t take it anymore and flips her over and forces his cock into her pussy once again and fucks her with newly found energy over and over harder and harder until he cums again. Never before has he cum 4 times so quickly but this girl is more than worth it and he would do it again if he could. But he knew he should rest and that is what he will do but first, one last time .. for now .. he looks at her and leans down on her body one last and while wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly he whispers, “Cum one last time for your Master girl, make me proud!” and she puts her arms around him and holds him close to her body and cums. He can feel every jerk or her body and hear every moan like it was coming from him instead of her. “Yes girl, your Master is proud!” He leans down and kisses her and continues to hold her close for a few moments before picking her up and sitting down in the chair with her on his lap and his cock still pushed up inside her. He hugs her close to him and just holds her this way for a long time. After both of them have caught their breath the man asks, “Is my lovely girl hungry?” to which she replies, “Only for you Master” and that makes him smile and he hugs her close again. “Good answer my love!” He calls the server over and cancels the order and gives her 500 hundred dollars and says “We will be leaving now. But from now on when my girl and I visit this place you will be our server.” The server nods and hurries away and the man laughs. “Let’s go home love so that I may devour you once again!” And with that the man stands and closes his pants back up and puts on his shoes and leads his girl out of the restaurant on a leash and still completely naked for all to see and the girl doesn’t even flinch at the stares but instead keeps her eyes on her Master the whole time. She was his and he WILL protect her… he promised and she … trusted that to be true.

This is my first attempt at writing for others. Constructive criticism is welcome. However, rudeness will be ignored. If the story is like I will continue. Sorry, I forgot to set the comments. I’m 37 years old recently divorced after 18 years and my name is Rick. I’m 6’ tall and 190 pounds. My marriage started out with a lot of sizzle. The sex was great. Over the years it became less and less frequent and seemed to lack the passion it once had. Like most men, I love sex. I have always believed that there are three kinds of sex. First there is fucking. That is just sex where there is no emotional connection. Second there is sex. That is where there is some emotional connection like a new couple or friends with benefits kind of thing. Then the third and my favorite, is making love. That is a deep personal connection where every moment is bliss. By the end of my marriage trying to achieve that feeling was like work though the sex was still great. I had moved in with some relatives in a large house that we all rented out in the country. It was a great arrangement. One big beautiful house that we all shared in an upscale location and we split all of the bills so it was cheap. The neighbors were all nice. I am not a social person by nature but I had met them and felt comfortable talking to them. All accept this pretty blond that lived down the road about a ¼ of a mile. She walked twice a day and every time I saw her, she would scowl and keep walking. One day I was getting the mail and she was walking down the street. I decided to wait a moment and try to strike up a conversation. As she approached she had that same disgruntled look she always had. I smiled at her and said, “Hello, nice day for a walk”. I know, a little weak but I had to start somewhere. “Hi” was all she said as she walked away. Needless to say it didn’t seem too likely that I would ever be able to crack that hard shell. So I puttered around in the yard for a while hoping to get another chance. Then I saw her coming down the road back towards her house. If anything, she looked even more annoyed when she noticed me. “Was it something I said or did or what” I asked slightly annoyed. To my surprise she stopped, turned, and looked at me glaringly. “Not yet, but I am sure there is some kind of lame line you’re going to try to use to pick me up. I’m not interested. I’m married and I don’t need another horny dog trying to hump my leg.” Then she walked away quickly. I know I’m not Don Juan or Rico Suave but I felt that was a little harsh. But I was sure that I would see her another time so I could try again. I wasn’t trying to start anything. I was just trying to be friendly. But my guess is that she had been hit on so much that it was natural for her to be defensive. It was two or maybe three weeks later that I was outside again and saw her walking by again. Once again I smiled, “Hello, have a nice walk. By the way I’m not a dog. I’m a neighbor just being polite.” It seemed like she ignored me and kept walking. I didn’t wait around for her this time figuring that it might be considered kind of creepy. A couple days later I was outside again and she was walking by again. This time she turned down my driveway and walked right up to me. As she walked closer I went from thinking this woman was pretty to holy shit she looks amazing. You could see her tight toned muscles through the fabric of her exercise outfit. I tried to keep my cool but I was having difficulties. How long had it been since an attractive woman walked up to me? As she walked up to me, I noticed that her usual hostile facial expression was softer and not as annoyed. As she stopped directly in front of me, I just kept my eyes on her eyes hoping to have some kind of hint of what she was doing here. “I was going to stop on my way back the other day but you had gone in already. But I didn’t want to disturb you and your wife.” I laughed a little which seemed to annoy her a little. “I’m not married, actually just recently divorced. I live here with some relatives and my son. We all lease the property together to make it more affordable.” She seemed to relax a little after this. “Oh, I had seen a couple of other people and assumed one might be your wife. My name is Karen. So were you hitting on me then? Like I said I am married you know.” She asked with a kind of expression that the glaring was about to come back. “No, I am not hitting on you. I am just trying to get to know my neighbors and you are the only one I haven’t met yet. And as I said before, I am just being neighborly. Would you like to sit and have a water before you continue your walk?” I asked hoping to continue my conversation with her. “No, I should really go and finish my walk. If it’s ok I will stop on my way back though and have that water then.” “Ok, then you could tell me what you wanted to talk about when you were going to stop the other day.” As she walked away I noticed that she had a great ass. I looked away quickly not wanting to get caught checking her out. In my mind, I noticed she had an athletic build, about 5’ 4” tall, and probably had large B or possibly C cup breasts. In any case, she was a classically attractive blonde woman. It was about this time I notice I was getting a little uncomfortable and could use a little time to relax. I adjourned to the shower to clean up and rub one out as I had not been laid in about 6 months. After a twenty minute shower and an adequate orgasm, I got dressed and went back outside. I sat and waited patiently with several ice cold waters in a cooler between the two chairs on the front porch. A short time later I saw her walking down the street towards my house. I noticed that she had worked up a sweet during her walk as it was a warm day and we lived on a hill. I had a couple minutes before she would be there so I ran inside and grabbed a clean towel and brought it out with me. She was just coming down the driveway when I came out. “I thought you were going to avoid me the way you ran into the house.” She laughed as she joked. I politely handed her the towel and retrieved water for her. “I noticed that you were a little sweaty and thought you might appreciate a towel.” Then I offered her a seat in the chair next to the cooler. “There are several there if you need more.” I noticed that when I had given her the towel that she had a musky scent that comes from exertion. I also noticed that this stirred some very pleasant thoughts and my mind wasn’t the only part of me reacting. I sat down hoping I could hide my current discomfort. “I felt the need to run a little bit on the way up the hill when I was coming back.” She replied. We talked about how she had been living on the hill for about 8 years with her husband and two children. Both their kids were in college now. One of their daughters was 21and starting her 3rd year at college and the other would turn 19 right before she started her first year at college. I laughingly told her she had to be lying. There was no way she had kids in college. “What is that supposed to mean?” she asked me looking at me suspiciously. “First off, you do not look like you have had any kids. Secondly you do not look old enough to have kids in college already. I figured you and your husband for a younger couple. However, I can’t say for sure about your husband since I’ve never seen him.” “Well I do have two children and that is why I exercise so much. Thank you for the compliment though. My husband is away working all of the time. He works in the city and stays there during the week and comes home some weekends.” She said with a kind of detached tone and a look that had a little defensiveness in it. “That’s too bad. I would like to meet him sometime. You will have to bring him by some time. We can have a few drinks and get to know each other. “How about a couple drinks now?” she asked smiling at me. “What would you like to drink?” I asked not knowing what she might like. “I have beer, wine and whiskey.” “Let’s go with beer and whiskey.” She said smiling broadly at me. Needless to say, I had not expected that. So I went inside and brought out several bottles of beer, a bottle of Jameson Irish Whiskey and two glasses. This was going to get interesting, or I hoped it would at least. As we talked I got to know her better and she was a really amazing woman. After graduating high school, she put herself through college and got her RN. She had practically raised her two girls by herself since her husband was never around. The sun was setting as we sat there sipping our beers. She started to relax more as time went by. We chatted together about her work as a nurse and my work as a technical consultant. We had already had one shot each, a toast to new friends. She called for another shot to toast having jobs that couldn’t lay us off. I laughed at this and poured the drinks. “This goes down really smooth.” She noted after she drank her shot. I had finished mine as well and had been thinking where this might be going. Then she leaned in towards me and said, “Did you know my husband has a mistress in the city and that is where he stays all the time?” “I’m sorry. Why would he cheat when he has such a wonderful woman at home? What is wrong with him?” I asked a little annoyed that some asshole would cheat on a woman that was so amazing. She’s attractive, has a good job, and seemed to be really nice once you get beyond her barriers. She gave a little cry and sniffle. I got up and approached her laying a hand on her shoulder and told her everything would be ok. I’m not sure if it helped too much but I wanted to try and help in some way. After she quieted down a little, I sat back down and gave her another shot for her nerves and had one myself. She proceeded to tell me that over the years he just seemed to lose interest in her and then started to stay in the city more and more. So she started to work out and he didn’t seem to notice the difference. We continued to drink until late. We were both drunk and it was dark out. “I should walk you home to make sure you get there safely.” I said. “You’re probably right. I’m drunk enough that I might not get there on my own.” She laughed. We got up and started walking down the driveway. We were both kind of swaying as we walked along. When we finally reached her door, I was about to say my goodbyes and go back home when she said, “would you like to come in for a while?” I gave this some serious thought as I was still hoping that this might go somewhere. Especially since finding out that their marriage was on the rocks. But my better judgment kicked in and I told her, “I don’t think I should right now. I am really drunk and I need to sleep it off.” She looked disappointed and said, “Ok, fine, your loss. We could have had some fun.” “We could always talk about that tomorrow if you like. I could stop by in the afternoon. What do you think?” “Ok, sounds good. See you tomorrow.” Walking home I kept beating myself up over not going in and seeing what kind of fun we might have had. I mean what kind of idiot doesn’t take a shot like that with a beautiful woman? This kind of idiot, that’s who. I am such a dumb ass. I had to take another shower before going to bed as I was wound up pretty good. All I could think about was how her sweaty clothes clung to her leaving very little to the imagination and thinking about how great she smelled. This time when I came it was more than adequate, it was great. As far jerking off goes anyways. The next morning I got up, got dressed and ran some errands. I got home shortly after noon. I started to make some lunch and was thinking about when I should stop by to visit Karen. Should I wait? Should I go now? Yup, I’m a dumb ass. After lunch I started walking down the road towards Karen’s house and there was a small moving van in the driveway. Ok, this might not be the best time to show up, so I went back home and messed around the house doing odds and ends things that needed to be done. Later that afternoon, maybe four hours later, the doorbell rang. When I answered the door, it was Karen and eyes were red and puffy like she had been crying and her cheeks were tear streaked. “Karen, what’s wrong? Come in and tell me about it.” I said urging her through the door. “That’s it, he left me for that whore in the city, boob-zilla, skank, slut that she is. I knew it was over but I didn’t think it would hurt like this. I just need to talk. Is that ok?” she looked at me hopefully. “Sure, no problem. What can I do to help?” I asked not sure what to do but just be there. Karen sat next to me for a couple of hours and we talked about their relationship, and my relationship with my ex. We talked about mistakes made and time lost. It was a great emotional outpouring for both of us as we both had a great deal of emotional baggage to unload. When she left she seemed to be feeling much better. “Thank you so much for being there for me and listening to me. You never did come over this afternoon.” She smiled at me. “I came over but saw the moving van and thought that maybe then was not the best time, so I left.” I told her casually. “Tell you what, tomorrow night, my place, 8pm. Dinner and drinks. All you have to bring is yourself. I will take care of everything else.” This time she smiled broadly at me. I was not sure how to take it. But I had my hopes up so high I was having a hard time breathing. “Ok, I will see you tomorrow night then, good night.” I said smiling back at her. As she left, I watched her walk away and there was something different in that walk. There was a kind of strut now. My head was spinning at the possibilities of what this meant and what might happen. Seems like it’s time for another shower, hehehe. The next morning I got up, did some work, ran some errands and the day just seemed to drag by. In the early afternoon I hit the gym to work out a bit. I must look my best after all. I had exercised infrequently but overall I was in ok shape. Not overly muscular but not flabby either. I might have to step that up a bit I thought as I worked out. If I was going to enter the singles scene I might want to think about my appearance a little more. This led me thinking about a haircut and maybe a new set of clothes. Oh my god, I’m acting like one of those women from the chick-flicks, ahhhhhh. After exercising, haircut, and some shopping I went home and showered. No masturbation this time. If the night went well, I needed to conserve energy so to speak. All cleaned up and the time was getting close. The anticipation was getting to me and I was getting close to bursting. Finally at 7:50 I started walking down to Karen’s house. On my way there, my nerves got tighter and tighter. I hadn’t been this nervous in years. When I finally reached her house, I waited for a second before ringing the bell. Before I could ring the bell, the door opened. “Come in.” Karen said from behind the door peeking around the edge. When I entered the foyer she closed the door behind me. I turned to look at her and there she was, in this skimpy black little maid outfit with thigh’s and a garters. The outfit pushed her breasts up nicely and seems to give them an extra enhancement that made them all the more delicious looking. My heart was pounding in my chest. My cock immediately jumped to say hello. I must have looked like I was about to pass out because then she said, “Follow me and have a seat.” When she passed me I noticed she had on a light perfume that made my stomach feel like it was full of butterflies. I noticed that the front of the skirt was longer than the back and could just see the bottom of her ass peeking out. It appeared that she was either wearing some very skimpy panties or none at all. She sat me at the table and served dinner staying quiet the whole time. I really didn’t know what to say as I believe I left my voice at the door. She served a nice dinner of grilled chicken with fresh vegetables smothered in a light sauce and white wine. I quietly ate the meal set before me trying my best to find my voice, maybe in a pocket somewhere. Karen looked at me contently and said, “You look very nice. Is that a new haircut for me?” she laughed. “Um, actually, it’s a new haircut and new outfit. I wanted to make a good impression.” I said finally finding my voice after so long a silence. Karen smiled at me and said, “You look very nice, I like it. Are you almost finished with dinner? I hope you have room for desert”. “Oh, yeah, I’m done.” I said a little surprised she was rushing this along so quickly. “Ok, I will take the plates and be right back with desert. Stay here.” She said smiling at me. “Yes ma’am.” I said with a slight salute. Karen took the plates into the kitchen and shut the door behind her. As I sat there looking around the dining room, I noticed that all of the blinds were closed. Pretty soon the lights dimmed down and it became just light enough to make out shapes barely. “Close your eyes, I have a special treat and I hope you enjoy it.” Karen said with a little laugh. I sat back in my chair closed my eyes and said, “Ok, ready.” I heard the door open fully and shut from the kitchen, and then the chair across the table from me moved. Then I heard a motion on the table. What was going on? “Ok, you can open your eyes now.” She breathed right in front of me. What sat, on the table, directly in front of me was a naked woman with whipped cream covering her breasts and her pussy. She sat there with a bowl full of fresh fruit next to her. She picked up a strawberry, ran it down her left breast, gathering up a large quantity of whipped cream, and put it to my lips. I opened my mouth slowly and she pushed it into my mouth. Next was a grape, the right breast, and into my mouth that one went. This went on for a short while. Different fruit same situation though. Then she asked me, “Are you ready for the best part?” “I can’t wait.” I said feeling the strain of pent up sexual tension deep in my groin. She pulled out a cherry. She leaned back on one elbow, slowly pushed the cherry into her pussy, pulled it out and dabbed a little whipped cream on the end for something extra. I eagerly accepted the cherry. I could taste the cherry, the whipped cream and Karen’s cream as well. It was an intoxicating flavor that mixed with all the others stood out enhancing its flavor so much more. Karen’s pussy was delicious. I couldn’t take any more. I kicked my chair out from under me, fell to my knees and started lapping at her pussy. God she was so wet it was dripping out of her onto the table. I lapped that up to. I licked and sucked for all I was worth. The whole time Karen was grunting and groaning. She mumbled something about never being eaten like that or something. I wasn’t paying any attention to that right now. I was in oral bliss dining on the sacred nectar of the goddess that was Karen. Before I knew it, she grabbed my head roughly and smashed my face into her pussy. She came with such force it was everything I could do to keep from drowning. She came and she came. I kept drinking it in. It was like trying to drink in an entire river to keep from drowning. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her body stopped shaking. I lapped up the last of her juices and the rest of the whipped cream on her pussy. She giggled and twitched a few more times before I was done. She had an exhilarated look on her face as she tried to catch her breath. “That was amazing” she said between panting breaths. “I haven’t had my pussy eaten in years. You have no idea how much I have missed it. Now how can I return the favor? Do you want me to suck your cock or do you just want to fuck the hell out of me and make me cum all over your cock?” she asked looking eager to do everything she could think of. “What would you like to do if you had it your way?” I asked. “I would have you fuck me as hard as you can for as long as you can until you are ready to cum. When you are ready to cum, I would then have you get in a 69 and fuck my mouth until you came in my throat.” Karen said licking her lips. My cock was so hard at the thought of all of that that I was ready to cum right there. I took a couple moments to calm down and caressed her naked body. God she was beautiful. My cock was aching in anticipation of penetrating this beautiful woman. She was still lying on the table, her body glistening with sweat. “And where would you like this to happen? Here? Or somewhere else?” I asked. “I think we should move to my bedroom. If you’re as good as I hope you are, it’s going to get loud and I don’t want any distractions. We will have more room to play to.” Karen said with a smile. We pushed the chairs in, gathered our things and went into her bedroom. There was a king size bed, all of the drapes had been pulled. She walked in, turned on a dim light and led me next to the bed. There she started unbuttoning my shirt and helped me out of my clothes. When she got to my new boxer briefs, she could see the outline of my raging hard on through the flimsy material and she ran her fingernails over the shaft of my cock. The sensation sent shivers through my body. Then she reached for the waistband and started to pull down my underwear. My cock sprang out, finally set free from restriction. She gave my cock a slight squeeze and a couple tugs then crawled onto the bed, looking over her shoulder at me with a smile that screamed she wanted me. She twisted and lay on her back and motioned for me to come to her. I moved to her body, kissing her ankle, then her calf, then her thigh. I skipped the fun part and moved up to her stomach and kissed around her belly button. Then I moved up between her breasts, not touching them though and started kissing and nibbling her neck. I moved to her ear, licked the edge and whispered quietly, “Is there a specific position you would like me to start in?” Then I sucked in her earlobe and gave it a little nibble. She shivered slightly and sighed audibly. “Any way you want is fine, just ram that beautiful cock in me and make me cum.” She said huskily. I knelt beside her, rolled her so she was laying on her right side. I straddled her right leg put her left leg on my right shoulder. She was spread wide and ready for the taking. I could see her girl goo oozing out of her delicious pussy. I pushed my cock-head down to slippery pussy lips. I slowly slid my cock into her warm wet pussy. Karen took a long deep settling sigh as inch after inch was slid into her soaked pussy. Finally, I was completely in her. I could not go in any further and she wiggled with anticipation. “Now you said you wanted it hard, right?” I asked while sliding in and out slowly to prolong the sensation. “Just fuck me already, get that cock moving. Pleeeeeease???” she begged. How could I refuse? With a final slow withdrawal, I slammed my cock back into her. I preceded to slam-fuck her as hard as I could. Within a couple minutes she built up to an impressive orgasm that just about forced me out of her now gushing pussy. But I kept pumping as hard as I could. Several minutes later she came again and I slapped my hand to her pussy to finger her clit while she came. It magnified her orgasm and she started contorting and spasming. The look of sheer ecstasy on her face was exhilarating. She came several more times and each time I would rub her clit while she came. I was building up fast. God I wanted to blow my hot load in this woman’s already flooded pussy. “I’m going to cum soon.” I grunted into her ear. She pushed out from under me, swiveled around, and slid between my legs. I fell forward to my hands as she engulfed my cock with her mouth. She grabbed my ass and forced my cock as deep as it would go down her throat. I continued to fuck her mouth for as long as I could but I didn’t hold out long. I exploded into her mouth and I heard her grunt. I could feel her throat contract as she swallowed spurt after spurt of my cum. I don’t think I had ever cum that much in my life. It was like it wouldn’t stop. When it finally did, my balls ached with sudden emptiness. Karen continued to lick and suck my cock and balls. Cleaning up all of the cum from both of us. I rolled over and laid there on the bed totally spent. After a couple moments, Karen got up, put on a robe, and said, “ok, you need to go now. I have to get to bed and be up early tomorrow to pick up my girls. I should be back in the afternoon if you want to come over and you can meet my girls.

The couple stumbled out into the biting night air and unconsciously chose a direction in which to walk. The man, dressed as a puppeteer, clutched his companion tight around the waist and said, “You’re my most beautiful doll.” And she was. She had the perfect height and figure for this puppeteer. She just barely had to prop her slim, gorgeous body up on her toes to give him the kiss his compliment had aimed for. She held it just a second longer than he expected, and when she pulled away the puppeteer could not take his eyes off her moist ruby red lips. The doll said, “That’s easy since I’m the only doll you have. What makes me so special?” “The way you do exactly as you’re told, that’s what,” he said. “I do exactly what I want,” she said, “it just so happens that it mostly corresponds with what I’m told.” “Spin around,” he told her. She spun around. As he watched her he grew excited. The flick of her curly blonde hair and the rouge on her cheeks made her a caricature of her own beauty. Her black and white dress that just barely gave away a hint of the shape of her buttocks when she spun made the puppeteers heart jump, and when her eyes caught his as she slowed her turn he gave her a mischievous smile. “What?” she asked. “Why did you want to leave the party?” he responded. “It’s late. I thought we might be able to have more fun ourselves.” “Oh, really? And where is that?” “Right here looks good to me,” she said. She stopped walking. The puppeteer looked around and found that they were somehow alone in a park. It was dark, the moon above them only a sliver of light. The night was silent. The city street they had left was invisible in every direction and the air was undisturbed by anything but their soft and excited breathing. “So what kind of fun are we going to have?” asked the puppeteer. And the doll said, “Practice. You’re going to practice.” “Practice what?” “Being my puppeteer, silly” she said, “what else?” “Oh. Right,” he added belatedly. “Well? Tell me what to do, Master,” and she gave him a look that betrayed her obedience, but made him want to be that Master more than ever. “Before we do anything else,” he said, “I think we’re going to need some fire to stay warm. So fetch some sticks.” “Found one,” she said as she grabbed the entirety of his manhood in her hands. The puppeteer gave a jolt. Her face inches from his and his penis was swelling rapidly in her fist. The feeling of her hot breath on his neck made him want to thrust his own hand right up her frilly little skirt and find was he knew was waiting for him. But, no, there would be plenty of time for that. He roughly spun her around and whispered in her ear from behind, “Some sticks that are made of wood, please.” She lingered a second and then pranced away like the doll that she was, never turning around to reveal the smile on her face. For she wasn’t ready just yet to let the puppeteer know how much she enjoyed taking his orders, or how much more she would enjoy disobeying them. She walked around the edge of their little clearing picking up twigs and branches and remembering the feeling of the puppeteers growing cock in her hand... “Stop,” came the puppeteer’s voice. Again the doll kept her back to him. “You’re doing it wrong, little one.” At this she turned to face him. “How so, Master?” “I would like you to turn back around and pick up that branch, without bending your knees.” Bastard, she thought. If you’re going to rush the game like that, why don’t you just come over here and fuck me now? But she obeyed. And the puppeteer watched as his little doll planted her high-heeled feet twice her shoulders’ width apart and bent over with straight legs and the sexiest arched back he had ever seen. She’s flexible, he thought, that might be useful. When she could easily have reached the branch on the ground, she continued to bend over until the was almost folded in two, and as she did this the back of her skirt rode up to reveal a perfectly round, smooth ass at the top of those beautifully muscled legs. And in the bright moonlight the puppeteer could just make out the outline of her parted vagina lips framing a white glint off the hot wetness accumulating on her clitoris. I knew it, he said to himself. Resisting the temptation to creep up behind and slide a finger inside her, he said, “That should be good for now. Come over here.” He met her gaze with a newly confident and self-satisfied smile as she approached him, and said, “Just drop them there.” “Are you sure I shouldn’t turn around first, Master?” “Uh, well,” he said taken by surprise, “only if you desire it, love.” And she dropped the pile of sticks at his feet where she stood, giving him a smile that for the first time hinted at defiance. Not ready to give over his power so easily, the puppeteer decided to show her who was in charge. “Now. Kiss me,” he commanded. The doll’s gaze did not falter. She held it for a second, just to make him doubt the force of his orders, and then she took a step towards him, grabbing the back of his neck and planting her rose-red lips onto his. She had been more than ready to seduce her puppeteer into submission, but when his tongue entered her mouth the shock her body took drew all other thoughts from her mind. Their tongues met in wet heat and for the first time, she noticed the burning between her legs. Her thighs rubbed together and she realized that they were soaking wet. Did the puppeteer know how he was affecting her? No, she thought, and then she stopped thinking, again. He bit down on her bottom lip at the same time her clitoris met the top of his leg and a small orgasm pulsed through her entire body. She rocked back and forth pleasuring herself against him while their tongues and lips and teeth continued to wrestle in their passion. The puppeteer, despite his confident outlook could not believe the fervor with which his innocent-looking doll attacked him. He could feel the wetness from her panty-less crotch beginning to soak through his pant leg but he didn’t care. It was all he could do to keep up with the rapid intensity of their tongue play. He was now fully erect and hardly aware of his own thrusting returning those of his relentless puppet on his thigh. Then her hip bone rolled up against the underside of his head through his pants in such a way that he thought he would cum immediately. Instead, he slapped both of his hands onto the doll’s now bare buttocks, her skirt having ridden all the way up to her waist. He squeezed those perfect ass cheeks and forced her even closer to him, as their kissing gave way to the furious biting and sucking of each other’s necks. His doll began to speed up her thrusting and all the puppeteer could manage to think was of the wet heat of her pussy that had reached his fingertips. Suddenly they were on the ground and she was on top of him, still thrusting, even harder than before. She bit his neck so hard that he had to squeeze her ass tightly to keep from pulling away. As he did this she let out a moan that could have made the puppeteer hard by itself, and he took this opportunity to finally slip the middle finger of his left hand into her waiting vagina. He slid it down over her asshole and it was excepted like an old friend by her smooth hairless lips, and at last it was surrounded by her warmth. Everything stopped. The doll was now straddling her puppeteer, and she grasped his left hand which still had a single finger inside of her. “I’m cold,” she said with a pout. She was back. “What?” “Don’t you think we should make the fire like you said?” And after a beat she added, “Master.” “It’s just so difficult for me to stay focussed on your orders if I’m cold.” She cupped her still covered breasts in her hands. “Okay,” he said. “Okay. There are a couple of logs over there, why don’t you grab them?” “Oh, baby, I don’t know if I can lift those. They look heavy.” “Alright, then. Why don’t you get off me so I can go grab them?” “Oh,” she giggled, “right.” She stood up, pulling the puppeteer’s finger out of her still moist vagina, fixed her skirt, and then walked straight over his head giving him a perfect view of goal he had been so close to achieving. He stood up and awkwardly tucked his erection into his waistband. He then begrudgingly gathered a couple of logs and threw them on top of the kindling. He pulled a lighter from his pocket and tried to light the twigs. After a few failed attempts he said, “It won’t work, the kindling is too wet.” “We’ll just have to burn something else to dry it out then,” said the doll. “Like what?” “Take off your clothes,” she said. “What?” “Do you want me, Master? Then take off your clothes and set fire to them.” “I give the orders here,” he said. “You take off your dress.” “Okay, Master, I’m just afraid I won’t be able to stay excited for you in this sort of cold.” He hesitated, and said, “Alright, alright. But when I’m done with this you’re taking off your dress.” “Okay, Master.” The puppeteer took off his shirt to reveal tan skin and a lean muscled torso. The doll looked on with an eager smile while he stuffed his shirt under the logs and lit it on fire. When he turned back to her the smile was gone, replaced with a blank and innocent look. The wood did not catch, and so the puppeteer had to remove his shoes to get to his socks, and then his slacks, and finally his underwear had to be added to the fire as well before it would really start. The doll stood there looking at his naked body, with its bronze color and muscle lines defined in the flickering firelight. Despite the distraction his penis was long and still hard, and the doll could not help but imagine taking it in her fist and sliding it deep inside of her while she wrapped her legs over this man’s strong back. “Now take off your dress,” he said. She grabbed the bottom of the skirt, pulling it up over her head and thought, That’s the last order you’ll give tonight. Puppeteer watched as all he desired was revealed before him. The skirt came up above the perfectly bare vagina that had so briefly been his. He could still see her wetness glistening around it. Then came her hips and flat, white stomach with skin that just begged to be touched. And finally her breasts. As she pulled the dress off of them they bounced and the puppeteer saw that the nipples were puffy and a light pink, looking not at all as if they had been cold. But he never noticed. He was entranced by the small perky breasts and how they seemed to be inviting him to bury his face in them. She stared back at him apathetically. The puppeteer began to approach her when she spoke. “Warm me up,” she said. “Put your arms around me.” As all the puppeteer was wanted to do was touch that incredible body, he obliged. He pressed his hairy chest against her delicate breasts and wrapped her in his arms. His penis was pushed to one side against her stomach but she seemed not to notice as he gently thrust against her. He was appreciating the fine grooves of her back and about to venture below to her ass again when she spoke a second time. “Now I want you to make me hot.” He stepped back. “What?” The doll sat down then on the ground right in front of him. His dick was jouncing only inches from her face. She leaned back on her hands and open he legs and told him, “Eat me.” The puppeteer could hardly believe his ears, but instantly all he wanted to do was to fulfill this wish. Without question, he got down on his hands and knees. He began to kiss gently her inner thighs. He could taste her juices from earlier on when they had spread as she used him as a pleasure tool. His eyes were now so close to her vagina that he could barely focus on it. Her lips were wide open for him to see the deep pink of her clitoris, swollen with anticipation. He looked up at her once before diving in and received an expectant gaze that told him he should no longer delay. The doll let out a quick exhale of breath as her puppeteer touched his lips to her. He began by sucking gently on her clit which after just a few seconds made her entire body shudder. All of a sudden he let out his tongue to stroke up and down the entrance to her vagina. She grabbed his hair with in a fist, almost losing her balance and falling back. He looked up at her and she pushed his face back down. As he licked and sucked on her she watched him, and her desire grew even stronger as she grew nearer and nearer to climax. She began to thrust herself against his mouth, the pressure of the strong muscle of his tongue against her clit almost becoming too much to bare. He sped up his motions until the doll thought she could not take it anymore and so she pulled his head up. She said, “Since you’ve been such a good boy now I will give you something too. But don’t think you get to stop. Get on your back.” He obeyed. She climbed on top of him and slid her tongue into his mouth for a brief and passionate second before turning around so that her pussy and asshole were right in his face. “This won’t last very long, so enjoy it while you can,” she said. And with that the puppeteer suddenly felt his entire cock engulfed in warmth. Through her legs and past her hanging breasts he could see her head move up and down rapidly over his penis. Her lips stretched out over the base of his cock before they sucked straight back up to the tip, just to do it again, and again. He was totally entranced by this vision when the doll lowered her pussy down onto his face. It surprised him and his neck went limp for a second, allowing his head to fall back. Then he immediately bounced back and thrust his tongue inside of her. The smell and taste of her overwhelmed his senses as he toyed with the soft tissue of her clitoris. At the same time he could not help himself but begin to thrust his own member deeper into her mouth. She responded merely by thrusting back down on his face. After only about a minute of this, the puppeteers penis started to throb as he approached orgasm. But the doll must have sensed this, for she sat suddenly upright. She allowed the puppeteer to continue to pleasure her for another 30 seconds, which he gladly did. Then she stood up, turned around, and without a word sat down on his penis. She rubbed her wet, open vagina up and down the underside of the shaft to protesting moans from the puppeteer. Then, without a word, she grabbed his cock, pointed it upward and slipped it inside of her. It went deeper than she expected and gave her a jolt, which only made her desire for the puppeteer increase several times. She leaned down to kiss him, and when their mouths met she grabbed his torso and rolled them over so that he was on top. “It’s your turn now,” she said. He looked at her with an intensity like he could devour her in a second, and she smiled and dug her nails into his ass cheeks. He began to thrust hard and fast. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his body and his penis entered her even more deeply than before. He continued to thrust faster and faster while the doll began to moan aloud in spite of herself. She needed to do something with her pleasure, so she reached down and grabbed the puppeteer by the balls, squeezing just enough to make him wince but not to deter him from his purpose. With her other hand she caressed his asshole and he changed his thrusts to long, deep ones, getting further inside the puppeteer than ever. But the doll wanted more. She pushed the puppeteer off of her and faced the other way, getting up on her hands and knees and spreading her legs. The puppeteer understood. He grabbed her hips and inserted himself into the waiting opening, now hotter than ever. The doll screamed and the puppeteer moaned as his knees felt weak. But there was no stopping now, only passion. His pushed and pushed into her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around the squeeze and play with her clit while they both got closer and closer to orgasm. He sped up now, his balls slapping up against her on every thrust, her breathing audible and now sounding desperate to cum. Just when the puppeteer thought he would explode inside of her, the doll got off of his dick, pushed him over on his back, and reinserted him into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and with one huge thrust against him she came. The puppeteer returned it with one of his own and he had an orgasm that seemed to last minutes while they held each other close in the grass. The fire next to them was now reduced to embers. Lying on their backs in the softening moonlight, the doll looked over at her puppeteer, smiled and said, “Now make me warm.” “Yes, Master,” he said, and he rolled over on top of her.

The couple stumbled out into the biting night air and unconsciously chose a direction in which to walk. The man, dressed as a puppeteer, clutched his companion tight around the waist and said, “You’re my most beautiful doll.” And she was. She had the perfect height and figure for this puppeteer. She just barely had to prop her slim, gorgeous body up on her toes to give him the kiss his compliment had aimed for. She held it just a second longer than he expected, and when she pulled away the puppeteer could not take his eyes off her moist ruby red lips. The doll said, “That’s easy since I’m the only doll you have. What makes me so special?” “The way you do exactly as you’re told, that’s what,” he said. “I do exactly what I want,” she said, “it just so happens that it mostly corresponds with what I’m told.” “Spin around,” he told her. She spun around. As he watched her he grew excited. The flick of her curly blonde hair and the rouge on her cheeks made her a caricature of her own beauty. Her black and white dress that just barely gave away a hint of the shape of her buttocks when she spun made the puppeteers heart jump, and when her eyes caught his as she slowed her turn he gave her a mischievous smile. “What?” she asked. “Why did you want to leave the party?” he responded. “It’s late. I thought we might be able to have more fun ourselves.” “Oh, really? And where is that?” “Right here looks good to me,” she said. She stopped walking. The puppeteer looked around and found that they were somehow alone in a park. It was dark, the moon above them only a sliver of light. The night was silent. The city street they had left was invisible in every direction and the air was undisturbed by anything but their soft and excited breathing. “So what kind of fun are we going to have?” asked the puppeteer. And the doll said, “Practice. You’re going to practice.” “Practice what?” “Being my puppeteer, silly” she said, “what else?” “Oh. Right,” he added belatedly. “Well? Tell me what to do, Master,” and she gave him a look that betrayed her obedience, but made him want to be that Master more than ever. “Before we do anything else,” he said, “I think we’re going to need some fire to stay warm. So fetch some sticks.” “Found one,” she said as she grabbed the entirety of his manhood in her hands. The puppeteer gave a jolt. Her face inches from his and his penis was swelling rapidly in her fist. The feeling of her hot breath on his neck made him want to thrust his own hand right up her frilly little skirt and find was he knew was waiting for him. But, no, there would be plenty of time for that. He roughly spun her around and whispered in her ear from behind, “Some sticks that are made of wood, please.” She lingered a second and then pranced away like the doll that she was, never turning around to reveal the smile on her face. For she wasn’t ready just yet to let the puppeteer know how much she enjoyed taking his orders, or how much more she would enjoy disobeying them. She walked around the edge of their little clearing picking up twigs and branches and remembering the feeling of the puppeteers growing cock in her hand... “Stop,” came the puppeteer’s voice. Again the doll kept her back to him. “You’re doing it wrong, little one.” At this she turned to face him. “How so, Master?” “I would like you to turn back around and pick up that branch, without bending your knees.” Bastard, she thought. If you’re going to rush the game like that, why don’t you just come over here and fuck me now? But she obeyed. And the puppeteer watched as his little doll planted her high-heeled feet twice her shoulders’ width apart and bent over with straight legs and the sexiest arched back he had ever seen. She’s flexible, he thought, that might be useful. When she could easily have reached the branch on the ground, she continued to bend over until the was almost folded in two, and as she did this the back of her skirt rode up to reveal a perfectly round, smooth ass at the top of those beautifully muscled legs. And in the bright moonlight the puppeteer could just make out the outline of her parted vagina lips framing a white glint off the hot wetness accumulating on her clitoris. I knew it, he said to himself. Resisting the temptation to creep up behind and slide a finger inside her, he said, “That should be good for now. Come over here.” He met her gaze with a newly confident and self-satisfied smile as she approached him, and said, “Just drop them there.” “Are you sure I shouldn’t turn around first, Master?” “Uh, well,” he said taken by surprise, “only if you desire it, love.” And she dropped the pile of sticks at his feet where she stood, giving him a smile that for the first time hinted at defiance. Not ready to give over his power so easily, the puppeteer decided to show her who was in charge. “Now. Kiss me,” he commanded. The doll’s gaze did not falter. She held it for a second, just to make him doubt the force of his orders, and then she took a step towards him, grabbing the back of his neck and planting her rose-red lips onto his. She had been more than ready to seduce her puppeteer into submission, but when his tongue entered her mouth the shock her body took drew all other thoughts from her mind. Their tongues met in wet heat and for the first time, she noticed the burning between her legs. Her thighs rubbed together and she realized that they were soaking wet. Did the puppeteer know how he was affecting her? No, she thought, and then she stopped thinking, again. He bit down on her bottom lip at the same time her clitoris met the top of his leg and a small orgasm pulsed through her entire body. She rocked back and forth pleasuring herself against him while their tongues and lips and teeth continued to wrestle in their passion. The puppeteer, despite his confident outlook could not believe the fervor with which his innocent-looking doll attacked him. He could feel the wetness from her panty-less crotch beginning to soak through his pant leg but he didn’t care. It was all he could do to keep up with the rapid intensity of their tongue play. He was now fully erect and hardly aware of his own thrusting returning those of his relentless puppet on his thigh. Then her hip bone rolled up against the underside of his head through his pants in such a way that he thought he would cum immediately. Instead, he slapped both of his hands onto the doll’s now bare buttocks, her skirt having ridden all the way up to her waist. He squeezed those perfect ass cheeks and forced her even closer to him, as their kissing gave way to the furious biting and sucking of each other’s necks. His doll began to speed up her thrusting and all the puppeteer could manage to think was of the wet heat of her pussy that had reached his fingertips. Suddenly they were on the ground and she was on top of him, still thrusting, even harder than before. She bit his neck so hard that he had to squeeze her ass tightly to keep from pulling away. As he did this she let out a moan that could have made the puppeteer hard by itself, and he took this opportunity to finally slip the middle finger of his left hand into her waiting vagina. He slid it down over her asshole and it was excepted like an old friend by her smooth hairless lips, and at last it was surrounded by her warmth. Everything stopped. The doll was now straddling her puppeteer, and she grasped his left hand which still had a single finger inside of her. “I’m cold,” she said with a pout. She was back. “What?” “Don’t you think we should make the fire like you said?” And after a beat she added, “Master.” “It’s just so difficult for me to stay focussed on your orders if I’m cold.” She cupped her still covered breasts in her hands. “Okay,” he said. “Okay. There are a couple of logs over there, why don’t you grab them?” “Oh, baby, I don’t know if I can lift those. They look heavy.” “Alright, then. Why don’t you get off me so I can go grab them?” “Oh,” she giggled, “right.” She stood up, pulling the puppeteer’s finger out of her still moist vagina, fixed her skirt, and then walked straight over his head giving him a perfect view of goal he had been so close to achieving. He stood up and awkwardly tucked his erection into his waistband. He then begrudgingly gathered a couple of logs and threw them on top of the kindling. He pulled a lighter from his pocket and tried to light the twigs. After a few failed attempts he said, “It won’t work, the kindling is too wet.” “We’ll just have to burn something else to dry it out then,” said the doll. “Like what?” “Take off your clothes,” she said. “What?” “Do you want me, Master? Then take off your clothes and set fire to them.” “I give the orders here,” he said. “You take off your dress.” “Okay, Master, I’m just afraid I won’t be able to stay excited for you in this sort of cold.” He hesitated, and said, “Alright, alright. But when I’m done with this you’re taking off your dress.” “Okay, Master.” The puppeteer took off his shirt to reveal tan skin and a lean muscled torso. The doll looked on with an eager smile while he stuffed his shirt under the logs and lit it on fire. When he turned back to her the smile was gone, replaced with a blank and innocent look. The wood did not catch, and so the puppeteer had to remove his shoes to get to his socks, and then his slacks, and finally his underwear had to be added to the fire as well before it would really start. The doll stood there looking at his naked body, with its bronze color and muscle lines defined in the flickering firelight. Despite the distraction his penis was long and still hard, and the doll could not help but imagine taking it in her fist and sliding it deep inside of her while she wrapped her legs over this man’s strong back. “Now take off your dress,” he said. She grabbed the bottom of the skirt, pulling it up over her head and thought, That’s the last order you’ll give tonight. Puppeteer watched as all he desired was revealed before him. The skirt came up above the perfectly bare vagina that had so briefly been his. He could still see her wetness glistening around it. Then came her hips and flat, white stomach with skin that just begged to be touched. And finally her breasts. As she pulled the dress off of them they bounced and the puppeteer saw that the nipples were puffy and a light pink, looking not at all as if they had been cold. But he never noticed. He was entranced by the small perky breasts and how they seemed to be inviting him to bury his face in them. She stared back at him apathetically. The puppeteer began to approach her when she spoke. “Warm me up,” she said. “Put your arms around me.” As all the puppeteer was wanted to do was touch that incredible body, he obliged. He pressed his hairy chest against her delicate breasts and wrapped her in his arms. His penis was pushed to one side against her stomach but she seemed not to notice as he gently thrust against her. He was appreciating the fine grooves of her back and about to venture below to her ass again when she spoke a second time. “Now I want you to make me hot.” He stepped back. “What?” The doll sat down then on the ground right in front of him. His dick was jouncing only inches from her face. She leaned back on her hands and open he legs and told him, “Eat me.” The puppeteer could hardly believe his ears, but instantly all he wanted to do was to fulfill this wish. Without question, he got down on his hands and knees. He began to kiss gently her inner thighs. He could taste her juices from earlier on when they had spread as she used him as a pleasure tool. His eyes were now so close to her vagina that he could barely focus on it. Her lips were wide open for him to see the deep pink of her clitoris, swollen with anticipation. He looked up at her once before diving in and received an expectant gaze that told him he should no longer delay. The doll let out a quick exhale of breath as her puppeteer touched his lips to her. He began by sucking gently on her clit which after just a few seconds made her entire body shudder. All of a sudden he let out his tongue to stroke up and down the entrance to her vagina. She grabbed his hair with in a fist, almost losing her balance and falling back. He looked up at her and she pushed his face back down. As he licked and sucked on her she watched him, and her desire grew even stronger as she grew nearer and nearer to climax. She began to thrust herself against his mouth, the pressure of the strong muscle of his tongue against her clit almost becoming too much to bare. He sped up his motions until the doll thought she could not take it anymore and so she pulled his head up. She said, “Since you’ve been such a good boy now I will give you something too. But don’t think you get to stop. Get on your back.” He obeyed. She climbed on top of him and slid her tongue into his mouth for a brief and passionate second before turning around so that her pussy and asshole were right in his face. “This won’t last very long, so enjoy it while you can,” she said. And with that the puppeteer suddenly felt his entire cock engulfed in warmth. Through her legs and past her hanging breasts he could see her head move up and down rapidly over his penis. Her lips stretched out over the base of his cock before they sucked straight back up to the tip, just to do it again, and again. He was totally entranced by this vision when the doll lowered her pussy down onto his face. It surprised him and his neck went limp for a second, allowing his head to fall back. Then he immediately bounced back and thrust his tongue inside of her. The smell and taste of her overwhelmed his senses as he toyed with the soft tissue of her clitoris. At the same time he could not help himself but begin to thrust his own member deeper into her mouth. She responded merely by thrusting back down on his face. After only about a minute of this, the puppeteers penis started to throb as he approached orgasm. But the doll must have sensed this, for she sat suddenly upright. She allowed the puppeteer to continue to pleasure her for another 30 seconds, which he gladly did. Then she stood up, turned around, and without a word sat down on his penis. She rubbed her wet, open vagina up and down the underside of the shaft to protesting moans from the puppeteer. Then, without a word, she grabbed his cock, pointed it upward and slipped it inside of her. It went deeper than she expected and gave her a jolt, which only made her desire for the puppeteer increase several times. She leaned down to kiss him, and when their mouths met she grabbed his torso and rolled them over so that he was on top. “It’s your turn now,” she said. He looked at her with an intensity like he could devour her in a second, and she smiled and dug her nails into his ass cheeks. He began to thrust hard and fast. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his body and his penis entered her even more deeply than before. He continued to thrust faster and faster while the doll began to moan aloud in spite of herself. She needed to do something with her pleasure, so she reached down and grabbed the puppeteer by the balls, squeezing just enough to make him wince but not to deter him from his purpose. With her other hand she caressed his asshole and he changed his thrusts to long, deep ones, getting further inside the puppeteer than ever. But the doll wanted more. She pushed the puppeteer off of her and faced the other way, getting up on her hands and knees and spreading her legs. The puppeteer understood. He grabbed her hips and inserted himself into the waiting opening, now hotter than ever. The doll screamed and the puppeteer moaned as his knees felt weak. But there was no stopping now, only passion. His pushed and pushed into her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around the squeeze and play with her clit while they both got closer and closer to orgasm. He sped up now, his balls slapping up against her on every thrust, her breathing audible and now sounding desperate to cum. Just when the puppeteer thought he would explode inside of her, the doll got off of his dick, pushed him over on his back, and reinserted him into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and with one huge thrust against him she came. The puppeteer returned it with one of his own and he had an orgasm that seemed to last minutes while they held each other close in the grass. The fire next to them was now reduced to embers. Lying on their backs in the softening moonlight, the doll looked over at her puppeteer, smiled and said, “Now make me warm.” “Yes, Master,” he said, and he rolled over on top of her.

The couple stumbled out into the biting night air and unconsciously chose a direction in which to walk. The man, dressed as a puppeteer, clutched his companion tight around the waist and said, “You’re my most beautiful doll.” And she was. She had the perfect height and figure for this puppeteer. She just barely had to prop her slim, gorgeous body up on her toes to give him the kiss his compliment had aimed for. She held it just a second longer than he expected, and when she pulled away the puppeteer could not take his eyes off her moist ruby red lips. The doll said, “That’s easy since I’m the only doll you have. What makes me so special?” “The way you do exactly as you’re told, that’s what,” he said. “I do exactly what I want,” she said, “it just so happens that it mostly corresponds with what I’m told.” “Spin around,” he told her. She spun around. As he watched her he grew excited. The flick of her curly blonde hair and the rouge on her cheeks made her a caricature of her own beauty. Her black and white dress that just barely gave away a hint of the shape of her buttocks when she spun made the puppeteers heart jump, and when her eyes caught his as she slowed her turn he gave her a mischievous smile. “What?” she asked. “Why did you want to leave the party?” he responded. “It’s late. I thought we might be able to have more fun ourselves.” “Oh, really? And where is that?” “Right here looks good to me,” she said. She stopped walking. The puppeteer looked around and found that they were somehow alone in a park. It was dark, the moon above them only a sliver of light. The night was silent. The city street they had left was invisible in every direction and the air was undisturbed by anything but their soft and excited breathing. “So what kind of fun are we going to have?” asked the puppeteer. And the doll said, “Practice. You’re going to practice.” “Practice what?” “Being my puppeteer, silly” she said, “what else?” “Oh. Right,” he added belatedly. “Well? Tell me what to do, Master,” and she gave him a look that betrayed her obedience, but made him want to be that Master more than ever. “Before we do anything else,” he said, “I think we’re going to need some fire to stay warm. So fetch some sticks.” “Found one,” she said as she grabbed the entirety of his manhood in her hands. The puppeteer gave a jolt. Her face inches from his and his penis was swelling rapidly in her fist. The feeling of her hot breath on his neck made him want to thrust his own hand right up her frilly little skirt and find was he knew was waiting for him. But, no, there would be plenty of time for that. He roughly spun her around and whispered in her ear from behind, “Some sticks that are made of wood, please.” She lingered a second and then pranced away like the doll that she was, never turning around to reveal the smile on her face. For she wasn’t ready just yet to let the puppeteer know how much she enjoyed taking his orders, or how much more she would enjoy disobeying them. She walked around the edge of their little clearing picking up twigs and branches and remembering the feeling of the puppeteers growing cock in her hand... “Stop,” came the puppeteer’s voice. Again the doll kept her back to him. “You’re doing it wrong, little one.” At this she turned to face him. “How so, Master?” “I would like you to turn back around and pick up that branch, without bending your knees.” Bastard, she thought. If you’re going to rush the game like that, why don’t you just come over here and fuck me now? But she obeyed. And the puppeteer watched as his little doll planted her high-heeled feet twice her shoulders’ width apart and bent over with straight legs and the sexiest arched back he had ever seen. She’s flexible, he thought, that might be useful. When she could easily have reached the branch on the ground, she continued to bend over until the was almost folded in two, and as she did this the back of her skirt rode up to reveal a perfectly round, smooth ass at the top of those beautifully muscled legs. And in the bright moonlight the puppeteer could just make out the outline of her parted vagina lips framing a white glint off the hot wetness accumulating on her clitoris. I knew it, he said to himself. Resisting the temptation to creep up behind and slide a finger inside her, he said, “That should be good for now. Come over here.” He met her gaze with a newly confident and self-satisfied smile as she approached him, and said, “Just drop them there.” “Are you sure I shouldn’t turn around first, Master?” “Uh, well,” he said taken by surprise, “only if you desire it, love.” And she dropped the pile of sticks at his feet where she stood, giving him a smile that for the first time hinted at defiance. Not ready to give over his power so easily, the puppeteer decided to show her who was in charge. “Now. Kiss me,” he commanded. The doll’s gaze did not falter. She held it for a second, just to make him doubt the force of his orders, and then she took a step towards him, grabbing the back of his neck and planting her rose-red lips onto his. She had been more than ready to seduce her puppeteer into submission, but when his tongue entered her mouth the shock her body took drew all other thoughts from her mind. Their tongues met in wet heat and for the first time, she noticed the burning between her legs. Her thighs rubbed together and she realized that they were soaking wet. Did the puppeteer know how he was affecting her? No, she thought, and then she stopped thinking, again. He bit down on her bottom lip at the same time her clitoris met the top of his leg and a small orgasm pulsed through her entire body. She rocked back and forth pleasuring herself against him while their tongues and lips and teeth continued to wrestle in their passion. The puppeteer, despite his confident outlook could not believe the fervor with which his innocent-looking doll attacked him. He could feel the wetness from her panty-less crotch beginning to soak through his pant leg but he didn’t care. It was all he could do to keep up with the rapid intensity of their tongue play. He was now fully erect and hardly aware of his own thrusting returning those of his relentless puppet on his thigh. Then her hip bone rolled up against the underside of his head through his pants in such a way that he thought he would cum immediately. Instead, he slapped both of his hands onto the doll’s now bare buttocks, her skirt having ridden all the way up to her waist. He squeezed those perfect ass cheeks and forced her even closer to him, as their kissing gave way to the furious biting and sucking of each other’s necks. His doll began to speed up her thrusting and all the puppeteer could manage to think was of the wet heat of her pussy that had reached his fingertips. Suddenly they were on the ground and she was on top of him, still thrusting, even harder than before. She bit his neck so hard that he had to squeeze her ass tightly to keep from pulling away. As he did this she let out a moan that could have made the puppeteer hard by itself, and he took this opportunity to finally slip the middle finger of his left hand into her waiting vagina. He slid it down over her asshole and it was excepted like an old friend by her smooth hairless lips, and at last it was surrounded by her warmth. Everything stopped. The doll was now straddling her puppeteer, and she grasped his left hand which still had a single finger inside of her. “I’m cold,” she said with a pout. She was back. “What?” “Don’t you think we should make the fire like you said?” And after a beat she added, “Master.” “It’s just so difficult for me to stay focussed on your orders if I’m cold.” She cupped her still covered breasts in her hands. “Okay,” he said. “Okay. There are a couple of logs over there, why don’t you grab them?” “Oh, baby, I don’t know if I can lift those. They look heavy.” “Alright, then. Why don’t you get off me so I can go grab them?” “Oh,” she giggled, “right.” She stood up, pulling the puppeteer’s finger out of her still moist vagina, fixed her skirt, and then walked straight over his head giving him a perfect view of goal he had been so close to achieving. He stood up and awkwardly tucked his erection into his waistband. He then begrudgingly gathered a couple of logs and threw them on top of the kindling. He pulled a lighter from his pocket and tried to light the twigs. After a few failed attempts he said, “It won’t work, the kindling is too wet.” “We’ll just have to burn something else to dry it out then,” said the doll. “Like what?” “Take off your clothes,” she said. “What?” “Do you want me, Master? Then take off your clothes and set fire to them.” “I give the orders here,” he said. “You take off your dress.” “Okay, Master, I’m just afraid I won’t be able to stay excited for you in this sort of cold.” He hesitated, and said, “Alright, alright. But when I’m done with this you’re taking off your dress.” “Okay, Master.” The puppeteer took off his shirt to reveal tan skin and a lean muscled torso. The doll looked on with an eager smile while he stuffed his shirt under the logs and lit it on fire. When he turned back to her the smile was gone, replaced with a blank and innocent look. The wood did not catch, and so the puppeteer had to remove his shoes to get to his socks, and then his slacks, and finally his underwear had to be added to the fire as well before it would really start. The doll stood there looking at his naked body, with its bronze color and muscle lines defined in the flickering firelight. Despite the distraction his penis was long and still hard, and the doll could not help but imagine taking it in her fist and sliding it deep inside of her while she wrapped her legs over this man’s strong back. “Now take off your dress,” he said. She grabbed the bottom of the skirt, pulling it up over her head and thought, That’s the last order you’ll give tonight. Puppeteer watched as all he desired was revealed before him. The skirt came up above the perfectly bare vagina that had so briefly been his. He could still see her wetness glistening around it. Then came her hips and flat, white stomach with skin that just begged to be touched. And finally her breasts. As she pulled the dress off of them they bounced and the puppeteer saw that the nipples were puffy and a light pink, looking not at all as if they had been cold. But he never noticed. He was entranced by the small perky breasts and how they seemed to be inviting him to bury his face in them. She stared back at him apathetically. The puppeteer began to approach her when she spoke. “Warm me up,” she said. “Put your arms around me.” As all the puppeteer was wanted to do was touch that incredible body, he obliged. He pressed his hairy chest against her delicate breasts and wrapped her in his arms. His penis was pushed to one side against her stomach but she seemed not to notice as he gently thrust against her. He was appreciating the fine grooves of her back and about to venture below to her ass again when she spoke a second time. “Now I want you to make me hot.” He stepped back. “What?” The doll sat down then on the ground right in front of him. His dick was jouncing only inches from her face. She leaned back on her hands and open he legs and told him, “Eat me.” The puppeteer could hardly believe his ears, but instantly all he wanted to do was to fulfill this wish. Without question, he got down on his hands and knees. He began to kiss gently her inner thighs. He could taste her juices from earlier on when they had spread as she used him as a pleasure tool. His eyes were now so close to her vagina that he could barely focus on it. Her lips were wide open for him to see the deep pink of her clitoris, swollen with anticipation. He looked up at her once before diving in and received an expectant gaze that told him he should no longer delay. The doll let out a quick exhale of breath as her puppeteer touched his lips to her. He began by sucking gently on her clit which after just a few seconds made her entire body shudder. All of a sudden he let out his tongue to stroke up and down the entrance to her vagina. She grabbed his hair with in a fist, almost losing her balance and falling back. He looked up at her and she pushed his face back down. As he licked and sucked on her she watched him, and her desire grew even stronger as she grew nearer and nearer to climax. She began to thrust herself against his mouth, the pressure of the strong muscle of his tongue against her clit almost becoming too much to bare. He sped up his motions until the doll thought she could not take it anymore and so she pulled his head up. She said, “Since you’ve been such a good boy now I will give you something too. But don’t think you get to stop. Get on your back.” He obeyed. She climbed on top of him and slid her tongue into his mouth for a brief and passionate second before turning around so that her pussy and asshole were right in his face. “This won’t last very long, so enjoy it while you can,” she said. And with that the puppeteer suddenly felt his entire cock engulfed in warmth. Through her legs and past her hanging breasts he could see her head move up and down rapidly over his penis. Her lips stretched out over the base of his cock before they sucked straight back up to the tip, just to do it again, and again. He was totally entranced by this vision when the doll lowered her pussy down onto his face. It surprised him and his neck went limp for a second, allowing his head to fall back. Then he immediately bounced back and thrust his tongue inside of her. The smell and taste of her overwhelmed his senses as he toyed with the soft tissue of her clitoris. At the same time he could not help himself but begin to thrust his own member deeper into her mouth. She responded merely by thrusting back down on his face. After only about a minute of this, the puppeteers penis started to throb as he approached orgasm. But the doll must have sensed this, for she sat suddenly upright. She allowed the puppeteer to continue to pleasure her for another 30 seconds, which he gladly did. Then she stood up, turned around, and without a word sat down on his penis. She rubbed her wet, open vagina up and down the underside of the shaft to protesting moans from the puppeteer. Then, without a word, she grabbed his cock, pointed it upward and slipped it inside of her. It went deeper than she expected and gave her a jolt, which only made her desire for the puppeteer increase several times. She leaned down to kiss him, and when their mouths met she grabbed his torso and rolled them over so that he was on top. “It’s your turn now,” she said. He looked at her with an intensity like he could devour her in a second, and she smiled and dug her nails into his ass cheeks. He began to thrust hard and fast. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his body and his penis entered her even more deeply than before. He continued to thrust faster and faster while the doll began to moan aloud in spite of herself. She needed to do something with her pleasure, so she reached down and grabbed the puppeteer by the balls, squeezing just enough to make him wince but not to deter him from his purpose. With her other hand she caressed his asshole and he changed his thrusts to long, deep ones, getting further inside the puppeteer than ever. But the doll wanted more. She pushed the puppeteer off of her and faced the other way, getting up on her hands and knees and spreading her legs. The puppeteer understood. He grabbed her hips and inserted himself into the waiting opening, now hotter than ever. The doll screamed and the puppeteer moaned as his knees felt weak. But there was no stopping now, only passion. His pushed and pushed into her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around the squeeze and play with her clit while they both got closer and closer to orgasm. He sped up now, his balls slapping up against her on every thrust, her breathing audible and now sounding desperate to cum. Just when the puppeteer thought he would explode inside of her, the doll got off of his dick, pushed him over on his back, and reinserted him into her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and with one huge thrust against him she came. The puppeteer returned it with one of his own and he had an orgasm that seemed to last minutes while they held each other close in the grass. The fire next to them was now reduced to embers. Lying on their backs in the softening moonlight, the doll looked over at her puppeteer, smiled and said, “Now make me warm.” “Yes, Master,” he said, and he rolled over on top of her.

Chelsea woke up in the morning determined to execute her plan. Her husband, James, had been gone for so long, she couldn’t stand not being able to experience life and explore as a person. James had worked for only a few years as a world-famous travelling photograph in an upscale art registry. However, she felt the neglect, she knew that James had loved her, but he travelled so much while she waited and waited, not knowing that her husband had the same things in mind. It wasn’t that she hated or disliked her husband, it was the complete opposite. She and James had met in college, senior year, they quickly fell in love after sharing so many common interests. They both entered with art degrees, Chelsea hoped to be an interior designer and fell in love with the industry. James graduated with a photography, but his career had already skyrocketed before school was even over. He flew around the world to hand high portfolio clients, yes, they had been a lot of model clients and magazines wanting half-nude girls, but it was his profession. As difficult as it may be to believe, Chelsea wasn’t jealous, she knew that James was loyal, otherwise, she never would have married him. She just felt trapped, unsure of what to do with her life now, they had been married for a couple years, together for four. James made so much money she didn’t need to work, so she just spent a lot of her time exercising and designing mockups for hypothetical clients. Maybe she was jealous, James had been so successful while she sat at home doing close to nothing. As Chelsea got up, she picked out a red and black sports bra, sliding it over her well rounded, twenty-four year old body. She put on her tight, yoga running shorts and laced her shoes to get ready for pre-lunch workout. She worked out after breakfast until noon, showered before a light lunch, and went for a stretch yoga class before James would come home. Throughout the day, she felt relaxed, with a sense of purpose. But as she waited for James to come home, she thought: what if she was making a mistake? Her husband had been quite the lover over the years, raining presents on holidays and as random surprises. He never missed a FaceTime session, he really did love her. Chelsea wasn’t sure what to do, she felt limited, unambitious. James came through the door with his suitcase and backpack. “Chels, you home?” “Hello there, who’s this stranger?” Cut that out Chelsea, you need to tell him what you want and that’s that. James walked up to her, picked her up and kissed her parting lips, so soft and firm, he hardened at the sight of her. Chelsea hadn’t had sex in over a month, James was overseas, as she waited and waited, she was dying to be fucked. The thought of his hard cock thrusting inside of her made her wet. He always so sexy, the sight of him and his chiseled body ran shivers through her body. She hardly could remember what she had to talk about. His hands ran all over her body as he could only press her so close to his body. His cock swelled at the sight of his lovely wife. She was always smaller than James, but the height difference was perfect, she was 5’6”, 135 lbs, tanned with her smooth Columbian mix, and had a tight body. She worked so hard for it and he could always tell whenever he saw her. Her years of yoga and cardio workouts had toned her upper body, giving her a tightness he couldn’t describe. Her workouts had rounded her ass making it pillowy and spankable. After a certain point, her ass didn’t get firmer, it started swelling giving her a body gifted from a goddess. Standing in front of him with her pink shirt and black pants he could see her curves accentuated in the light, making her 34Ds look larger than normal. He took control of his wife and whispered, “I’m going to fuck you until I can’t get hard anymore.” Chelsea moaned as James started taking off her shirt, his fingernails running against her smooth sides. Chelsea had changed into a loose fitting pink crop top after her stretch class. Her new bra, red and black, was specially designed to make her boobs look sexily pushed up and pillowy. She could feel her matching panties getting moist from James’ roughness. She didn't know he could still do this to her. She wanted him, she could feel the sexual tension coursing around her, waiting to explode. She pushed James back onto the couch, so she could start unbuckling his jeans. As soon as Chelsea got his cock out James leaned over and spanked Chelsea over her tight fitting yoga pants. He had missed her big, juicy ass ever since he took the departure flight from home. He grabbed her ass firmly right before Chelsea swallowed his cock, causing her mouth to open even more as his penis swelled in size. James knew he was larger than normal, models in other countries always tried to hit on him, grabbing his cock as a way to tease him. Some girls were surprised by the packaging they were handling. Chelsea enveloped the head of James’ hard cock before slowly going deeper, flicking her tongue against the bottom of his cock. She felt his cock getting to its full size, filling her mouth even more, she had forgotten how big James’ cock was. She pictured it sliding into her wet, hairless pussy, she wanted it lodged in her ass until she could feel it poking out her front. But, James would never want that. James thought about all the nasty things was going to do to his wife, making her writhe in pleasure. He thought about getting lube for anal, but knew that his wife wasn’t interested in anything past standard sex. He was fine with it, ready to fuck her to climax. He picked up Chelsea and put her upside down on the couch. He kneeled letting Chelsea lick the tip of his cock as he slowly breathed hot air on Chelsea’s already wet pussy. His tongue extended slowly into her honey pot tasting the juices, before spreading her pussy lips with his fingers. James let his tongue lick Chelsea’s pussy from top to bottom, he pushed into her pussy cavity, making her moan with his cock in her mouth. He worked his way to the clit, spitting on it and started to rub her pussy. He was going to make her beg to cum. His tongue found the little punching bag and he tongue-punched it, top to bottom, causing Chelsea to gasp. He wrapped his lips around her pussy, and slowly sucked and licked and sucked and licked until Chelsea was writhing in pleasure. James’s tongue got further and further into Chelsea’s pussy until she was screaming. “Oh fuck, James… Fuck me… I need your cock inside me right now… Pound my pussy, baby. I need your big dick to fill me up” “You want this?” James pointed to his full enlarged member, standing at 8”, James wanted to split his wife into halves and make her black out from orgasms. “Yes, baby. Come give me that cock.’ James climbed up onto the couch, Chelsea’s ass still up in the air, supported by the couch, to slide his long member into his wife’s tight, slippery pussy. Before James got half way in, Chelsea paused and said, “Wait.” James held back a sigh, thinking she was going to stop sex from happening. She had done it before, but he misjudged her. “Sit on the couch, I want to ride your cock until I cum all over it.” James picked up his wife and sat down, placing her directly over top his 8” of engorged cock. James was a strong man, at least 70 lbs heavier than Chelsea and towered over her at 6’2”. She lowered her on to his thick member, half expecting needing to slow down, Chelsea moaned as his large cock filled her tight pussy. She didn’t know how much she could handle, she practiced with dildos the size of his cock beforehand, making sure she could stretch to his size. James kept going, surprised she bottomed out on his cock and had been able to stretch that much. He felt reinvigorated, he was going to fuck his wife so well, she would never forget it. He stood up and picked his wife as he began to slide deep inside and out of her velvet pussy. Thrusting his cock into her repeatedly. James wanted to fuck her until they felt utter exhaustion. James sped up, his thrusting jackhammering into Chelsea’s pussy. “Oh fuck, baby, your big cock feels sooooooo gooooood.” Chelsea shouted as he began to pound her hard. Her body was shaking from the sensation, making her hornier and wetter. She much preferred his cock over her toys, picturing him inside her each time her rubbed her pussy, wanting to me stretched out. Chelsea’s big ass rippled from the pounding, making her firm butt jiggle repeatedly. She moaned, she screamed, she swore, she shouted. “FUCK ME, FUCK ME, FUCK ME. Make me your little cum slut, I want to feel you explode all over me. Drench me in cum.” His body glistening in sweat, he slowed down slightly to put her down and bend her over the chair in the corner. He lined his cock up, but bent down to spit on her already wet pussy, sliding two fingers into her gaping sex pot. He missed having her next to him, being with her, and being able to talk her. He wouldn’t deny how much he missed fucking her. James stood up, his wife’s pussy lubed for the taking, thrusting in. He split her pussy wide open and groaned in pleasure as his wife accommodated his cock. Chelsea felt James’ long dick pushing inside her expanding her wet pussy, making her moan feeling her month-virgin tight walls covered in orgasmic pussy juices. She felt his cock go so deep inside her, she thought she would split into two. James smiled. She loved how his cock felt deep inside her, she practiced so he could fit his whole cock into her. Her walls began to vibrate, feeling an intense need to cum. “Oh fuck, baby, you’re going to make me cum.” “Nuh-uh, you’re not allowed just yet.” Chelsea didn’t know if she could stave off her massive orgasm, mounting from the pounding he was giving her. James flipped her over, picked her up, placed her on the couch and started missionary fucking her. Chelsea gripped the cushions as his cock plunged into her silk walls. She had missed feeling so fulfilled and emotionally connected. Chelsea’s pussy began to uncontrollably shake as James’ cock made her pussy walls so wet she began to be unable to hold back her orgasm. “Baby, please, please, let me cum. I’ll do anything. I can’t handle it. Please,” begging her strong husband to cum, she wanted to explode all over his cock, letting the sensations roll through her toned body. “That’s a naughty thing for you to say, I think I’ll hold you to it.” James started pounding away as hard as he could wanting to make his beautiful slut of wife cum. Chelsea couldn’t hold back any more, her body exploded with feeling, her pussy was so hot, she couldn’t handle how intense her orgasm became. Her vision went blurry, she began to moan so loudly that she had forgotten neighbours ever existed. Her body shook from the immense pleasure rocking her body to the core. James continued to pound recklessly. Her nipples stood on its ends, feeling so nice in the cool air. Her breasts heaved up and down as James plunged deep into her, James reached up and squeeze her big breasts, pinching her nipples gently enough to leak juices. Chelsea was so sensitive she couldn’t hold back her second orgasm, ravaging her body and mind. “OHHHHH FUUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK.” Rolls of her second orgasm pleasured her every being, radiating through her nipples and pussy, she leaked more slick liquid out of her perky, jutting breasts. James pulled his cock out of Chelsea, grabbing her hair and pulling her to her knees, he came all over her pleasured face. Rocking from her second full body orgasm, Chelsea reached unspeakable heights of orgasming as the first rope of cum landed on her face. She rubbed her pussy viciously, trying to rub every last piece of pleasure out of her body. Cum roped over her face, leading from her mouth to her forehead. A third orgasm rocked her very being, Chelsea began to see spots.

Jane had been living with her younger brother Ben for almost four months before they started fucking. It wasn’t something she’d planned on happening; she’d never fantasized about him before although after they started she couldn’t imagine it any other way, couldn’t imagine wanting anyone else. But Ben was the one who seduced her. Jane was a curvy young woman of twenty-four when Ben moved in. She’d been paying her own bills for six years, moving out of the house as soon as she graduated high school and working as a barista to get through the MRI technician program at a technical college cross-state. On graduation she was able to find steady entry-level work. She had a boyfriend, Park, who she had been dating for about five months, and the two-bedroom apartment she shared with one female roommate was in a good neighborhood. No one could say she wasn’t a successful adult. When her roommate announced she was moving out to live with her own boyfriend, Jane sent out feelers looking for another female roommate to take her place. (She wasn’t sure she wanted to move in with Park just yet.) But a week later, Ben called. He’d been offered a job in her city. “Looks like I’ll be living near you for the first time since we were kids,” he’d said. “Actually, I’m in the market for a roommate,” Jane had said. “Do you want to try living together and see if we can get along?” And he had. --- It wasn’t like Ben had moved in with Jane planning to have sex with her. Not at all. True, he wasn’t entirely innocent of her. When they were younger, he had been curious about her body as she went through her teens. He’d peeked in on her a couple of times—changing or in the shower. And there were a few times, both while they were living together and after she moved away, that he found himself thinking about her while jacking off. But he didn’t think about that too much, and on coming to live with his sister, his state of mind was entirely brotherly, at least consciously. He was simply a twenty-two year old new graduate who needed an affordable place to stay. And that was how they lived, each carrying on their separate adult lives with only normal, minor roommate conflicts. Although Ben found himself jacking off over Jane again a few times, it wasn’t real to him until the day he accidentally saw her giving her boyfriend a blow job. Ben had come home during his lunch hour, which he didn’t usually do, and Jane and Park never saw him, but he saw them. The door to Jane’s bedroom was wide open. Park was laying on his back on the bed and Jane was bent over him, sucking and lipping the head of his cock and jacking his shaft with one hand. Park was groaning with pleasure. Jane was naked. This was the first good view of his sister’s nude body Ben had had in nine years. It had a powerful effect. He stared at her hungrily, at her breasts swaying back and forth, at the shape of her thighs, at the shape of her lips over that other man’s cock. Blood rushed into Ben’s shaft and gave him a throbbing hard-on. His mind was filled with lustful feelings about Jane and murderous urges toward her boyfriend. He had to get out of there. He rushed silently out of the apartment and sprinted down and out of the building without meeting anyone else. He fumbled with the keys to his car until he managed to unlock it. Then he sat in the passenger seat and masturbated like a pervert, his need too urgent to care that anyone could walk by and see him. He came in less than a minute, all the time thinking about his sister’s body, thinking about those lips wrapped around his cock. He cleaned up and drove back to work. He went about his work as normally as possible, but found himself staring off into space, his mind going back to his sister. He went out for drinks with a buddy so that he didn’t have to go home so soon. When he did get home, the sight of Jane and her chirpy “Hi Ben, how was work?” was enough to drive him into his room as quickly as possible to masturbate again. He slept fitfully. When dawn came, though, he felt energized and clear-minded. A few things were clear: He had to have Jane. He needed to fuck her like he’d never needed anything in his life. And he needed her to dump her loser boyfriend. The fact that she was his sister only turned him on more. He felt a flush of excitement and trepidation when he thought about how he could convince her. He needed to take a couple of days to pick his moment. --- On Thursday night, Jane had a fight with Park. On Friday morning, she asked Ben if he’d like to go to dinner with her that evening. “I just need some space from him,” she said to Ben as they drove to the Italian place. “It’ll be fine in a couple of days.” They had wine over dinner and talked about other things. Ben had a second glass and encouraged Jane to follow suit. This made them both slightly drunk. Then he insisted on being the one to drive home. Jane half-noticed that Ben was touching her more than usual: on her arm, on her shoulder, around her waist. They got home a little after nine. “Coffee?” Ben offered. “Yes, please,” said Jane. “With whiskey?” “Why not?” Ben added a generous splash of whiskey to the coffees. He sat next to Jane on the sofa, with their legs and sides coming. Her touch electrified him. It was all he could do not to pounce on her, shove her skirt up over her head, wrench those thick thighs apart, and fuck her like an animal. But he didn’t want to scare her. He sipped his coffee. He started rubbing her arm. She looked very relaxed. “Jane?” “Yeah?” “I love you,” he said. “I love you too,” she answered. “Let me show you something,” he said, and leaned over, and kissed her on the cheek. Then, quickly, he kissed his way along her jawline and up to her ear. He started sucking on her earlobe. “What are you doing?” Jane demanded. “Stop that.” “It’s okay,” he breathed between kisses. “It’s all right. Just relax.” “Ben, what the hell? You’re drunk.” She pushed him away, but didn’t jump up or run into her room. “Jane, I’m crazy about you,” he said, kneeling on the couch. “You’ve turn me on more than I’ve ever been turned on in my life. Let me convince you.” “I’m your sister,” she said. “We’re adults, aren’t we?” he said. “Yeah, but—“ “It doesn’t have to be wrong,” he said. “You’re on the pill. I’ll make it good for you. However you like it. Just let me show you.” He leaned in again to kiss her, on the lips this time. She didn’t pull back. She let him kiss her lightly all over her lips, murmuring “It’s okay” over and over again. He took her in his arms and slowly ramped up the intensity of the kiss. Soon he felt her relax and respond, tentatively kissing him back. When he thought she was getting into it, he trailed a hand down to her breast, caressing it, rubbing a thumb over her nipple, feeling it stiffen. “Touch me,” he whispered, moving her hand to the swelling of his groin. Jane felt shock turn into confusion turn into arousal, but she was still conflicted. She needed reassurance. She let him put her hand on his bulge and stroked him timidly through his pants. “Ben, help me,” she whispered. “Tell me it’s all right.” Ben looked her in the eyes and said “It’s all right. It’s going to be all right.” “Are you just going to fuck me and leave me?” “No,” he said. “I want this to last.” “What will we tell Mom?” “No one ever has to know but us. I swear.” “Kiss me,” she said, and he did, passionately, intensely. Now with an urgency they both felt, they tugged off both of their tops and Jane’s bra. Jane straddled him and they embraced sitting on the couch. Ben kissed his way down Jane’s neck, along her collarbone, and down to her breasts, kissing them, tongueing her nipples, as Jane ran her hands through his hair. “Ben, stop for a second,” she said. He looked up at her. “What is it?” “You said I could have it however I wanted it.” “Any way you like it.” She hesitated, took a deep breath and said “I want it…nasty. Really nasty. Make me feel…dirty. And…I want you to be in charge.” As she said it, stumbling over the words, she blushed hotly. A huge grin broke across Ben’s face. He reached up her skirt and rubbed her pussy with one finger, through her underwear, feeling the dampness there. “That’s just how I like it too, Jane,” he said. “Why don’t you say that again for me? Say, ‘I want to feel nasty.’” “I want to feel nasty,” Jane whispered. “Louder,” he insisted. “I want to feel nasty,” she said, louder, then gasped on the last word as he slid a finger inside her pussy. He withdrew it again after a second and sucked her juices off his finger. “I bet you’d like to give me a blowjob, wouldn’t you?” he said lazily. “Yes.” “Say it.” “I want to suck your dick,” Jane said. She matched her actions to her words and slid off the couch to kneel in front of him. Together they unbuckled his belt and tugged off his clothes. He grasped her hair, which was in a ponytail, and pulled her head to his dick, which was mostly erect. She grasped his shaft with one hand and gave the head of his cock a few long licks before taking it in her mouth and sucking, bobbing up and down. Ben moaned. This was his fantasy come true. His sister with her lips stretched around his cock, sucking him off obediently. But he also felt a little irritated remembering that she had done this to Park a couple of days ago. He wanted to know that she was his now. “Look up at me while you suck me,” he commanded. Jane raised her eyes to gaze at her brother as she continued working his cock. She could hardly believe how fast everything was happening. She was breaking every taboo, and it was turning her on more than she thought possible. She was soaking wet. She was sucking off her brother. She tried to get as much of him in her mouth as possible, until she almost gagged. It felt hot to try to please him. Ben pulled her off his cock by her hair. “How many cocks have you sucked?” he said. “Eight or nine,” she said, a little breathlessly. “I thought it must have been a lot, you little slut. You’re a pretty good cocksucker. Is it different when it’s your brother?” “It’s hotter. I never thought it would be like this.” “Do you like your brother calling you a little slut, too?” “Yes.” “Do you like me being in charge?” “Yes.” “That’s good. Keep sucking.” She took him in her mouth again, pressing her tongue on the bottom of his shaft as she bobbed up and down. She also kept pumping his shaft with her hand. Sucking cock had always been a secret dirty pleasure for her, making her feel like a bimbo. Making guys appreciate her. And Ben was definitely appreciative. She was soaking wet from his dominating attitude. And her own brother! She felt like the filthiest girl in the world for enjoying this as much as she was. He was talking. “You love being nasty. You don’t want me to treat you like a lady. You want me to treat you like a whore.” She didn’t stop sucking him to answer, she just intensified her eye contact. He smirked. “This is just the beginning. You’re going to learn how to deepthroat. You’re going to be sucking my cock so much from now on. Fuck yes. Keep going. Keep using your hand. I’m close. I’m going to shoot my load down your fucking throat.” As he spoke, he held her in place with one hand by the hair, and gripped her throat with the other, choking her, but only slightly. She couldn’t bob up and down, but she kept sucking, and she jacked him off faster, and within five seconds, he spurted his cum into her mouth. She slurped it down as it came, swallowing like a good little slut even as he choked her. At last he released her and leaned back with a satisfied sigh. “That was the dirtiest fucking blowjob I’ve ever had,” he said. “I’ll never get over being sucked off by my hot sister. Tell me what you liked.” “I liked you calling me names,” Jane said, “and the choking at the end. I like you being in charge. And I like feeling filthy.” “You like to be degraded, huh?” he said. “Yes,” she said, blushing again. “We can definitely do more of that,” he said with a grin. “I know exactly what we’re going to do next.” He stood up suddenly and grabbed her by the hair again. “Your bedroom or mine?” “Yours.” He pulled her up. “You’re still wearing your skirt and your underwear. Take them off.” Jane pulled off her clothes in one quick motion and stepped out of them. Ben steered her into his bedroom and made her sit in the middle of his bed. He knelt on the bed beside her and put one hand lightly on her throat. He ran his other hand over her large breasts, down her stomach, and to her trimmed pussy. He slipped a finger inside her lips. “I’m so wet,” she whispered. “Yes, you are,” he said. “You’re wet for me.” He pushed her by her throat to lie down on her back. “I’m going to make you cum, and you’re going to say some things for me. Don’t you dare contradict me. Just say what I tell you to say. Understand?” “I understand,” she said. “Good.” He applied a little pressure to her throat and she felt a thrill of anticipation. “Tell me what kind of a slut you are.” “I’m a nasty, dirty, filthy, bad little slut.” He ran his finger gently all up and down her slit. “Good. Tell me who you’re letting touch your pussy.” “My brother. I’m letting my brother touch my pussy.” He added another finger, spreading her lips wider, but not penetrating her cunt. Just rubbing her pussy. “Good. Tell me you like it.” “I like it.” “You like what?” “I like letting my brother touch my pussy.” “Good. Tell me you also like me choking you.” “I like my brother choking me. I like letting my brother choke me while he touches my pussy.” She let out a little moan. He increased the pressure on her throat a little. Just enough to make her cough. “Good. I knew you did. I want to know something else too. Tell me you’re going to break up with your boyfriend.” She didn’t hesitate. “I’m going to break up with my boyfriend.” He let his fingers focus on her clit. Still slowly rubbing with two fingers, just in a smaller area. “Tell me you’re going to break up with him tomorrow.” “I’m going to break up with my boyfriend tomorrow.” “Good. Tell me who your boyfriend is now.” “You’re my boyfriend now.” “And who am I?” “You’re my brother.” “So who’s your boyfriend?” “My brother is my boyfriend now,” she said. “Good.” He didn’t increase the speed or pressure on her clit. He could tell slow and light was working for her and he knew better than to change it up. “Tell me how it makes you feel when your brother calls you a whore.” “It makes me feel so hot,” she moaned. “Good. Tell me you don’t think I should ever call you ‘Jane.’” “I don’t think you should ever call me Jane.” “Tell me you want me to call you a whore.” He gave her throat an extra squeeze, making her cough again, then relaxing the pressure a little. “I want you to call me a whore.” She squirmed on the bed. “Tell me you want me to call you a slut.” “I want you to call me a slut.” “Tell me you want me to call you a piece of trash.” He kept his pace steady, just rubbing up and down, up and down, never varying his stroke. “I want—I want you to call me--a piece of trash!” She was thrashing around. “Tell me you want me to call you a bitch!” “Call me--a bitch!” “Good! Tell me you’re going to come!” “I’m going to come!” she gasped, and came, hard, covering Ben’s fingers with juices, her whole body spasming and jerking. Ben kept stroking her with his fingers as she rode it out. Then slowly the orgasm subsided, leaving her breathing hard and her pussy twitching. Ben removed his fingers at last and sucked on them, tasting her. He got up and rinsed off his fingers, came back to the bedroom, and turned off the lights. Then he lay down next to her and took her in his arms, spooning like any couple. After a minute, he said “I think tomorrow while you’re breaking up with your boyfriend, I’ll buy a dog collar for you,” he said. “You can wear it a little tight and always feel a little choked. What do you think about that, little slut?” “I want that,” she said. She felt a glory inside her, realizing that tonight had been just the beginning of a long and increasingly nasty sexual exploration. She thought of a couple of taboo fantasies she’d never been brave enough to bring up with any of her boyfriends before. But, she thought as they drifted off to sleep, what was taboo when you were already fucking your brother?

I've been looking at the site for a few months now and decided to write a story about the first time I had sex with the person who would become my wife... I'm not a professional writer so be easy on me. This was 2 months over 40 years ago, so the details may be off and the conversations may not be totally accurate but I tried to convey the feeling at the time. All names mentioned are not our real names, of course. =========================================================================================== I had transferred from a two year junior college to a four year university in Air Force ROTC and had just gotten to the university from ROTC summer camp. I also was active in marching band at the university. This is were I met a very nice lady, Kay (for the purposes of this story). Then she was about 5'7", shoulder length dishwater blond hair and glasses but what attracted me to her was her 'larger than normal' back end, OK butt. She played clarinet and usually marched a few people in front of me in band formations as I played percussion. Kay was also involved with ROTC as a sophomore when we met. I talked to her a few times after marching band rehearsal and found out she lived about 30 miles from the town where the university is. I thought that I wasn't making any headway on getting to know her better so I just left it at that. About a month after school started, on a Thursday night, I was at the student union playing pinball in the bowling alley in the union (this was1976 just after the bicentennial) and Kay comes into the bowling alley to shoot some pool on the one snooker table the union had. It turned out she had come to the union for a club meeting that night and was killing some time. I came over to her and started talking to her. She invited me to play against her. I had never played snooker before so I had no idea what I was doing. She explained the game to me and we started playing. As expected, she pretty much beat me hands down the first match. She racked the balls up again and we played the second game. I got better this time as I learned the game and it was much closer than the first game. The third game started and Kay said something that floored me, figuratively. Kay said "Brad, if you ever beet me, I'll have sex with you". I asked, a single game or 2 out of 3. Kay said 2 out of 3. This made things much more "interesting". I asked Kay if she had a boy friend and she said currently, no. I thought things may be looking up, but I didn't want to go too fast, even if I did beat her at some point. Kay beat me again, 3 straight games. I paid for the table rental and thank Kay for teaching me the game. She said she loves to play snooker and learned to play from her older brother. I thought this might be a one night only deal and didn't think she would show up next Thursday. All night in the dorm I thought about Kay and playing snooker and how I might having sex with her, if I beat her. My mind was running on overdrive and the different possibilities raced. I did want to have sex with her but need to play it cool. A week later, Kay did show up at the student union bowling ally and again, we played snooker. She was dressed in gray slacks and a cotton blouse with a bra underneath. This is the night things changed. She beat me the first game as usual but the next game, I just barely beat her. She seemed surprised and a little nervous with the possibility that she would have to come through with her bet. The third game was tight, going back and forth. In the middle of the game, Kay asked me if I had a condom. I said yes, but I thought she might be on the pill. She was, but she wanted to be "doubly sure". I made the winning shot and Kay took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Then said, " OK, pay for the table", which I did. She took my hand and led me to her car, a few blocks away from the Union. Outside, she took my arm as we walked down the street to her car (a late 1960's Chrysler with bucket seats in the front and bench seat in the back) "You learn fast. I thought it would be a few more weeks before you would beat me", she said, "let's see what else you can learn tonight", placing her head on my shoulder. "Pretty night", I said, "almost as pretty as the company I'm width" "Thank you" and then said, "I've seen you glancing at me from time to time in band and drill" "Was I that obvious?" "Yes, and I've been glancing at you too. I thought it was time we got to know each other. I wasn't too interested at first, but you grew on me. You didn't push yourself at me and I liked that. All my other boy friends, all of them, tended to touch first and ask questions later." We both laughed at that as we got to her car. She unlocked the passenger side for me to get in, I reached over and unlocked the driver side. Getting in the car, Kay stared it and we drove off into the early night. I said, "So you thought I would beat you sometime?" "There was always that possibility, but I was prepared if you did" "Prepared?", I blurted. "I'm not a virgin. I do like intercourse, with the right guy. I thought maybe, well....ahhh" "That I was a virgin", I said, "well, I'm not but I've only been with one other woman that didn't last that long" "How long?" "Five times, once with out a condom and I came rather quickly", I came back Kay then goes on to tell me, she had been on the pill since 16. And thank goodness for that because most of her boy friends didn't like to use a rubber. Kay lights up a Swishier Sweet and goes on. Of the guys she had been with until then, didn't do to much to get her off, most of the time it was a one time session. A thought was starting to form in my mind. If this was going to go any where, I had better learn how to please Kay. Driving on the rural roads near town, we got out into the country about 20 miles when we came to a dirt road. Kay turns on the dirt road and drives a few hundred feet to another path where there was a gate. Kay pulls up to the gate and tells me to open it and she will pull through then close it behind the car. I did that and got back in. Kay said that this land was her Uncle Chris's land and we drive a few hundred more feet to a clump of tress where Kay turns off the engine. Kay opens her door after she moves the driver seat all the way forward and tells me to get in the back seat with her and change sides, so I was now on the driver side in the back seat. It was dark but just enough light to have an idea what was going on. Knowing we had come out there to have sex, I leaned forward and took Kay in my arms and began to kiss her. Fist on the lips and I could smell the tobacco on them, then gradually into french kissing. I started kisses her cheek and to her ear and started nibbling on her left earlobe. I could feel Kay start to take deep breaths has I moved around her face from ear lobe to earlobe. Then she reaches up and starts to run her fingers through my hair. I took my left hand and started to gently massage her right breasts, through the material of her blouse and bra. I could get a slight feel of her nipple getting hard through the material. I felt the weight of her breast and gently kneaded it. Wanting a good feel of the breast, I started to unbutton Kay blouse, getting all the buttons undone. I could then see her bra in the low light. Opening up her collar, I started kissing down Kay's neck to her shoulders. I also started to pull her blouse from out of her slacks, being gentle as I go. Getting her blouse out, I reach behind kay and tried to unhook her bra. Kay stopped me, sat up, reached behind her and unclasps it, removing her blouse before taking off her bra. I took my shirt off over my head and we were now both topless... Kay has some very nice breasts with eraser size nipples of about 2" in diameter and nice brown areolas.. I started fondling her breasts again as we started french kissing again still tasting a bit of tobacco. I raised up and looked down between us. There were no light on in the back seat but there was a bright moon out, not sure if it was full then. I was able to make out details between us. I brushed my nipples against hers left and right as she sighed. Kay put her hands on my shoulders and pressed down, giving me a hint that she wanted me to "go further south". I took the left nipple into my mouth and stated sucking on it and felt it swell in my mouth. My tongue moving over it and my teeth gently grabbed it. Kay's breathing started to get shallow after she took a deep breath. I moved to the right nipple and did the same thing. I remember that Kay wore slacks that had a zipper on the left hip as I tried to unzip her pants. After I got Kay’s pants unzipped. I pulled her pants and panties down. She lifted her butt off the back seat as I was able to get the pants down to her knees. Kay was "natural" down there with a night black bush. Kay pushed me down further and I thought, If I am to have another chance with Kay, I'd better do as she request. I got her pants all the way down to the floor board. I was able to wedge myself between the front and back seat, my legs crossing the drive shaft cover. Fumbling with my wallet, I was able to drop it to the floor as well (that's where I had the condom for later use). Spreading Kay"s legs, I moved closer to her groin and opening Kay's vaginal lips with my fingers In high school and junior college, I had been reading off and on the Penthouse Forum, this was my opportunity to try out some of the stuff I had read about. I slightly blew on Kay's groin and she let out a audible "ahhh". Moving closer, I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her exposed clit and moved my tongue up and down on it. Kay pushed my head into her vagina and said "ohmygod, yes". Slowly she started to push her lips into my face and pull back. I sucked in her clit in my mouth and wrapped my teeth in my lips to hold her clit in place. Started to move my tongue over her clit and around it. "Oh, god, Brad yes!!!...That's it" she blurted out. I then inserted a finger into her vagina and curled it up to massage the upper wall of her vagina. Pulling my finger out then in, I started to finger fuck Kay. She got wetter as I moved my finger in and out as I licked her clit with my tongue. Kay increased her hip rotation as I tried to stay in contact with her groin. Lifting her ample butt of the back seat then brought it back down. Her breathing now was raspy and shallow. "Yes....yes....yes, that's it...oh my, yes." Kay goes on. "Oh, please, oh please....love it" And after a few minutes of this, she raises her butt of the seat and screams, "YESsssssss". I felt her vaginal muscles clasps around my finger as she throws her head back and collapse on the seat..."ahhhh...ahhhh....ahhhh" she goes on. She seemed like she had past out, but I still kept eating her. Finally Kay says, "Oh please stop. It's starting to hurt". I rose up slightly and reach for my wallet and found the condom package. I pulled down my pants and under pants, then rolled the condom on my penis. I was moving into position to enter Kay, but she put her hands up and stopped me. "Not yet, Brad. Let me calm down a bit." I thought Kay was going to change her mind and we would be leaving in a few moments but she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my lips down to hers and we French kissed. "Thank you....Thank you" Kay goes on over and over. "only one other guy I've been with has done that, and he didn’t get me off like that." There was a big smile on my face and I thought, I might be able to do this again with Kay. Then we French kissed again and I moved off her lips and started kissing her cheek and nibbling on her left earlobe. Wrapped her arms, again, around my neck and we laid there for a few moments. Kay nodded 'yes' and said "Ok". Raising up I aimed my penis at Kay's vagina. She also guided me to her opening and I felt her lips open up to the head of my penis in the condom. Sliding in, and I went all the way in, balls deep. It felt incredible as I slid in. It felt like the only thing that existed was my penis in Kay's vagina. I would like to say, I lasted a good 10 minutes and gave her another orgasm, but I didn't. I really lasted about 7 to 10 strokes before I came in the condom. Telling her that I had just cum, she asked if I had another one. I said I only had the one that night. She whispered in my ear as we held each other close, "Next time, bring more" Wow, she wants a 'next time'. I was starting to go soft as I pulled out and held onto the condom so it didn't pull off. Sitting on the bench seat next to Kay, I pulled the condom off and tied it off. We had the back windows rolled down a bit, Kay pulls out another Swishier and lights it up. I was going to put my pants back on but Kay said, "Not so fast, we wont be bothered here. We have a while." I said, "It sounds like you've done this before here." "Yes, a few times. Like I've said, I'm not a virgin." she came back and flicked some ashes out the window. Kay and I sat there for a while, naked, talking about ourselves, about our schooling, what we wanted in ROTC. We moved to each other in the center of the back seat and held each other as we talked, then hugged. Kay is the oldest daughter of 4 kids, a older brother, then Kay, younger brother and sister, in that order. We finally decided to go back to the University and she drove me back to the dorm (after we got dressed). At the dorm, I kissed her good night and we talked that we should keep the night quiet and keep it cool in band and ROTC group class. When I got in to the dorm, I took the condom and flushed it. I wasn't sure if I should have kept it as a reminder of a wonderful night. Laying in bed, I went over the whole night, over and over again. Trying to remember everything we did. I slept with a smile on my face, thinking of Kay and hoping there would be a 'next time'. The next day and a few days after, we played it as if nothing happened. I hope to write more later.

I've been looking at the site for a few months now and decided to write a story about the first time I had sex with the person who would become my wife... I'm not a professional writer so be easy on me. This was 2 months over 40 years ago, so the details may be off and the conversations may not be totally accurate but I tried to convey the feeling at the time. All names mentioned are not our real names, of course. =========================================================================================== I had transferred from a two year junior college to a four year university in Air Force ROTC and had just gotten to the university from ROTC summer camp. I also was active in marching band at the university. This is were I met a very nice lady, Kay (for the purposes of this story). Then she was about 5'7", shoulder length dishwater blond hair and glasses but what attracted me to her was her 'larger than normal' back end, OK butt. She played clarinet and usually marched a few people in front of me in band formations as I played percussion. Kay was also involved with ROTC as a sophomore when we met. I talked to her a few times after marching band rehearsal and found out she lived about 30 miles from the town where the university is. I thought that I wasn't making any headway on getting to know her better so I just left it at that. About a month after school started, on a Thursday night, I was at the student union playing pinball in the bowling alley in the union (this was1976 just after the bicentennial) and Kay comes into the bowling alley to shoot some pool on the one snooker table the union had. It turned out she had come to the union for a club meeting that night and was killing some time. I came over to her and started talking to her. She invited me to play against her. I had never played snooker before so I had no idea what I was doing. She explained the game to me and we started playing. As expected, she pretty much beat me hands down the first match. She racked the balls up again and we played the second game. I got better this time as I learned the game and it was much closer than the first game. The third game started and Kay said something that floored me, figuratively. Kay said "Brad, if you ever beet me, I'll have sex with you". I asked, a single game or 2 out of 3. Kay said 2 out of 3. This made things much more "interesting". I asked Kay if she had a boy friend and she said currently, no. I thought things may be looking up, but I didn't want to go too fast, even if I did beat her at some point. Kay beat me again, 3 straight games. I paid for the table rental and thank Kay for teaching me the game. She said she loves to play snooker and learned to play from her older brother. I thought this might be a one night only deal and didn't think she would show up next Thursday. All night in the dorm I thought about Kay and playing snooker and how I might having sex with her, if I beat her. My mind was running on overdrive and the different possibilities raced. I did want to have sex with her but need to play it cool. A week later, Kay did show up at the student union bowling ally and again, we played snooker. She was dressed in gray slacks and a cotton blouse with a bra underneath. This is the night things changed. She beat me the first game as usual but the next game, I just barely beat her. She seemed surprised and a little nervous with the possibility that she would have to come through with her bet. The third game was tight, going back and forth. In the middle of the game, Kay asked me if I had a condom. I said yes, but I thought she might be on the pill. She was, but she wanted to be "doubly sure". I made the winning shot and Kay took in a deep breath and closed her eyes. Then said, " OK, pay for the table", which I did. She took my hand and led me to her car, a few blocks away from the Union. Outside, she took my arm as we walked down the street to her car (a late 1960's Chrysler with bucket seats in the front and bench seat in the back) "You learn fast. I thought it would be a few more weeks before you would beat me", she said, "let's see what else you can learn tonight", placing her head on my shoulder. "Pretty night", I said, "almost as pretty as the company I'm width" "Thank you" and then said, "I've seen you glancing at me from time to time in band and drill" "Was I that obvious?" "Yes, and I've been glancing at you too. I thought it was time we got to know each other. I wasn't too interested at first, but you grew on me. You didn't push yourself at me and I liked that. All my other boy friends, all of them, tended to touch first and ask questions later." We both laughed at that as we got to her car. She unlocked the passenger side for me to get in, I reached over and unlocked the driver side. Getting in the car, Kay stared it and we drove off into the early night. I said, "So you thought I would beat you sometime?" "There was always that possibility, but I was prepared if you did" "Prepared?", I blurted. "I'm not a virgin. I do like intercourse, with the right guy. I thought maybe, well....ahhh" "That I was a virgin", I said, "well, I'm not but I've only been with one other woman that didn't last that long" "How long?" "Five times, once with out a condom and I came rather quickly", I came back Kay then goes on to tell me, she had been on the pill since 16. And thank goodness for that because most of her boy friends didn't like to use a rubber. Kay lights up a Swishier Sweet and goes on. Of the guys she had been with until then, didn't do to much to get her off, most of the time it was a one time session. A thought was starting to form in my mind. If this was going to go any where, I had better learn how to please Kay. Driving on the rural roads near town, we got out into the country about 20 miles when we came to a dirt road. Kay turns on the dirt road and drives a few hundred feet to another path where there was a gate. Kay pulls up to the gate and tells me to open it and she will pull through then close it behind the car. I did that and got back in. Kay said that this land was her Uncle Chris's land and we drive a few hundred more feet to a clump of tress where Kay turns off the engine. Kay opens her door after she moves the driver seat all the way forward and tells me to get in the back seat with her and change sides, so I was now on the driver side in the back seat. It was dark but just enough light to have an idea what was going on. Knowing we had come out there to have sex, I leaned forward and took Kay in my arms and began to kiss her. Fist on the lips and I could smell the tobacco on them, then gradually into french kissing. I started kisses her cheek and to her ear and started nibbling on her left earlobe. I could feel Kay start to take deep breaths has I moved around her face from ear lobe to earlobe. Then she reaches up and starts to run her fingers through my hair. I took my left hand and started to gently massage her right breasts, through the material of her blouse and bra. I could get a slight feel of her nipple getting hard through the material. I felt the weight of her breast and gently kneaded it. Wanting a good feel of the breast, I started to unbutton Kay blouse, getting all the buttons undone. I could then see her bra in the low light. Opening up her collar, I started kissing down Kay's neck to her shoulders. I also started to pull her blouse from out of her slacks, being gentle as I go. Getting her blouse out, I reach behind kay and tried to unhook her bra. Kay stopped me, sat up, reached behind her and unclasps it, removing her blouse before taking off her bra. I took my shirt off over my head and we were now both topless... Kay has some very nice breasts with eraser size nipples of about 2" in diameter and nice brown areolas.. I started fondling her breasts again as we started french kissing again still tasting a bit of tobacco. I raised up and looked down between us. There were no light on in the back seat but there was a bright moon out, not sure if it was full then. I was able to make out details between us. I brushed my nipples against hers left and right as she sighed. Kay put her hands on my shoulders and pressed down, giving me a hint that she wanted me to "go further south". I took the left nipple into my mouth and stated sucking on it and felt it swell in my mouth. My tongue moving over it and my teeth gently grabbed it. Kay's breathing started to get shallow after she took a deep breath. I moved to the right nipple and did the same thing. I remember that Kay wore slacks that had a zipper on the left hip as I tried to unzip her pants. After I got Kay’s pants unzipped. I pulled her pants and panties down. She lifted her butt off the back seat as I was able to get the pants down to her knees. Kay was "natural" down there with a night black bush. Kay pushed me down further and I thought, If I am to have another chance with Kay, I'd better do as she request. I got her pants all the way down to the floor board. I was able to wedge myself between the front and back seat, my legs crossing the drive shaft cover. Fumbling with my wallet, I was able to drop it to the floor as well (that's where I had the condom for later use). Spreading Kay"s legs, I moved closer to her groin and opening Kay's vaginal lips with my fingers In high school and junior college, I had been reading off and on the Penthouse Forum, this was my opportunity to try out some of the stuff I had read about. I slightly blew on Kay's groin and she let out a audible "ahhh". Moving closer, I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her exposed clit and moved my tongue up and down on it. Kay pushed my head into her vagina and said "ohmygod, yes". Slowly she started to push her lips into my face and pull back. I sucked in her clit in my mouth and wrapped my teeth in my lips to hold her clit in place. Started to move my tongue over her clit and around it. "Oh, god, Brad yes!!!...That's it" she blurted out. I then inserted a finger into her vagina and curled it up to massage the upper wall of her vagina. Pulling my finger out then in, I started to finger fuck Kay. She got wetter as I moved my finger in and out as I licked her clit with my tongue. Kay increased her hip rotation as I tried to stay in contact with her groin. Lifting her ample butt of the back seat then brought it back down. Her breathing now was raspy and shallow. "Yes....yes....yes, that's it...oh my, yes." Kay goes on. "Oh, please, oh please....love it" And after a few minutes of this, she raises her butt of the seat and screams, "YESsssssss". I felt her vaginal muscles clasps around my finger as she throws her head back and collapse on the seat..."ahhhh...ahhhh....ahhhh" she goes on. She seemed like she had past out, but I still kept eating her. Finally Kay says, "Oh please stop. It's starting to hurt". I rose up slightly and reach for my wallet and found the condom package. I pulled down my pants and under pants, then rolled the condom on my penis. I was moving into position to enter Kay, but she put her hands up and stopped me. "Not yet, Brad. Let me calm down a bit." I thought Kay was going to change her mind and we would be leaving in a few moments but she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled my lips down to hers and we French kissed. "Thank you....Thank you" Kay goes on over and over. "only one other guy I've been with has done that, and he didn’t get me off like that." There was a big smile on my face and I thought, I might be able to do this again with Kay. Then we French kissed again and I moved off her lips and started kissing her cheek and nibbling on her left earlobe. Wrapped her arms, again, around my neck and we laid there for a few moments. Kay nodded 'yes' and said "Ok". Raising up I aimed my penis at Kay's vagina. She also guided me to her opening and I felt her lips open up to the head of my penis in the condom. Sliding in, and I went all the way in, balls deep. It felt incredible as I slid in. It felt like the only thing that existed was my penis in Kay's vagina. I would like to say, I lasted a good 10 minutes and gave her another orgasm, but I didn't. I really lasted about 7 to 10 strokes before I came in the condom. Telling her that I had just cum, she asked if I had another one. I said I only had the one that night. She whispered in my ear as we held each other close, "Next time, bring more" Wow, she wants a 'next time'. I was starting to go soft as I pulled out and held onto the condom so it didn't pull off. Sitting on the bench seat next to Kay, I pulled the condom off and tied it off. We had the back windows rolled down a bit, Kay pulls out another Swishier and lights it up. I was going to put my pants back on but Kay said, "Not so fast, we wont be bothered here. We have a while." I said, "It sounds like you've done this before here." "Yes, a few times. Like I've said, I'm not a virgin." she came back and flicked some ashes out the window. Kay and I sat there for a while, naked, talking about ourselves, about our schooling, what we wanted in ROTC. We moved to each other in the center of the back seat and held each other as we talked, then hugged. Kay is the oldest daughter of 4 kids, a older brother, then Kay, younger brother and sister, in that order. We finally decided to go back to the University and she drove me back to the dorm (after we got dressed). At the dorm, I kissed her good night and we talked that we should keep the night quiet and keep it cool in band and ROTC group class. When I got in to the dorm, I took the condom and flushed it. I wasn't sure if I should have kept it as a reminder of a wonderful night. Laying in bed, I went over the whole night, over and over again. Trying to remember everything we did. I slept with a smile on my face, thinking of Kay and hoping there would be a 'next time'. The next day and a few days after, we played it as if nothing happened. I hope to write more later.

Just another Saturday. Or so I thought... Chapter 1 - Morning It was about 9am on a Saturday morning. It began just like any other Saturday did for last 6 months. I woke up, looked over to see one of the most beautiful women I have ever laid eyes on. My girlfriend Rachel who was 19 at the time, I was 27. She moved in with me about 6 months prior because she was sick of living by her parents rules. I didn't mind since I did need some help financially. Also because she was only 5'0 and weighed 85 lbs! Her hair was long, straight dark brown that shined in the light and smelled so good. She had deep, dark eyes that anyone could get lost looking into. Her cute little nose krinkled when she would smile and her smile was perfect. Straight, white teeth surrounded by beautiful pouty lips that got me horny every time I saw her. She was very skinny but not boney and her breasts were a decent b cup, maybe 36? Pretty little flat belly with a belly button stud that always got me going. Her butt is just indescribable, perfect and tasted so good. Her tan showed off her legs in the most sexy way. And then there were her feet... Tiny little feet that I could almost fit half into my mouth, with tiny little polished toes that just begged to be sucked on! I met Rachel about a year and a half before these events at a bar I was a regular. I saw her dancing and I cut right in and she took an instant liking to me. We sat and talked and I bought rounds of drinks, so we were getting sauced up a little. I asked her what she did for a living (assuming since she was in a bar she must be old enough) and she said she was attending school and working part-time. The subject quickly changed, which didn't really raise any flags since she asked about where I lived. I described my nice 2 bedroom condo that also has two bathrooms, whirlpool bath, a balcony, basement, living room, dining room and nice sized kitchen. She asked who my room mate was and I let her know I lived alone. She proceeded to invite herself back to my place. I didn't care. This chick was smokin!! Just the kind of girl I've always wanted!! We went back there and drank the dranky dranks and got saucy hot and started making out and feeling each others bodies. My dick stood to attention almost immediately. I hadn't had sex with anyone but myself for the past two years!! She and I fucked for 2 hours and 47 minutes! Yes I kept track... Thank goodness for whiskey dick (sometimes). The next morning the sound of Rachel's phone woke me. I saw her looking at her phone and cursing whoever sent her the message she received. I put my hand on her bare back and rubbed while I asked her what was up. She scowled that it was nothing and instantly apologized for snapping. I thought nothing of it and got up to go to the bathroom. While I peed I heard her walk up behind me and clear her throat. "Ray?" she said in a nervous voice. "yes?" I answered. Then she proceeded to tell me she was only 17 and she had a fake id to get into bars and clubs. I got angry. I yelled out some stuff about too young and jail time but I calmed down because I knew I had to think right about then. While I was sitting there on the toilet, I was breathing rythymically, trying to catch my self. Meanwhile Rachel was explaining that she doesn't get along with her parents, which drives her away to do things they would never approve of. Drinking at bars with a fake ID helped her to find guys that will take her home with them. Her intentions seemed to be guided by some sub-conscious yearning for passionate, yet true love. Apparently in one night of being with me she had found her guy. Wow. For me, I really liked her and had a great time. Her personality definitely turned me on to her. She discussed topics that I enjoy as well as bringing in her own brand. She got my jokes and laughed delightfully. Yes she is truly a gem. But. She should have been honest with me. Now I have this to think about, with nervous behavior taking control. And think about it I did. Basically I decided I had a great time with her and wanted to keep seeing her. However, I told her I couldn't see her again until she turned 18. She pouted a bit and pleaded that we keep hanging out, just hanging out. I firmly said no. It turned out she was turning eighteen in just two months! Sweet. She finally agreed with me when I told her two months isn't shit. And so the waiting began. In that two months I thought about that night with Rachel very often. About how hot she was but mostly about how young she was. She was underage and I had sex with her. It's hard to explain the feelings I felt when I thought about it. Paranoia, happiness, youthfulness, and sheer horniness. I found myself thinking of younger women I saw on tv and wondering what it would be like to have sex with them. Then while in public I started noticing all the young girls everywhere and how cute they were. I couldn't help but stare at them and wonder. They started getting younger. I mean young, like nine and ten years old young. I was actually checking out these youngins. I found myself getting too excited about it too often. Those two months couldn't have gone any slower. She finally had her birthday and we've been together ever since. I obviously didn't tell her of my new fantasies but we became very close. She awoke and looked at me staring at her and smiled. I smiled back and we exchanged a smooth and relaxing kiss. The kind of kiss that would melt in your hand. She got up, showing off her beautiful naked body as she stretched and primed herself for the morning. I loved this part of the day. Absolutely fabulous. She turned to me and instructed I wash and get ready for breakfast. I happily complied as I went to the bathroom and washed my hands and face. I left the bathroom, returned to the bedroom where I put some pjs on, laid in bed and flipped the tv on. I snoozed off for a bit and Rachel, called up and said breakfast was done. When I got to the table I looked upon a great deal of apple pancakes, strawberries, sausage, milk and orange juice. She really is the best. We were enjoying our food when she thanked me again for going with her to her family reunion. "Oh fuck!!!" I thought. I completely forgot I told her I'd go. That was seriously 2 months ago. I pretended that it didn't bother me but Saturday is my day off and I d much rather stay home and watch movies or bang my girlfriend all day then go to a family reunion where I'll know nobody. She finished and put her dishes in the sink and proceeded to pull my chair away from the table, rolling the swivel wheels on the tile floor. She massaged my shoulders and chest paying attention to my nipples. Inching her way down my front nearing my crotch, she nibbled my ear and whispered more thank yous for being a great guy. By the time she had found my dick, it had grown to its full potential. Rachel then slid my dick through the pj pants and jerked me off from behind, while nibbling my ears and neck. She waited til I almost came and stopped. She approached my front and stripped on the way, all the way. My clothes were next as she pulled my shirt off and slid my pants down, exposing my nude body to hers. She stood in front of me and started to masturbate her sweet little hairless pussy. I jerked it while watching her as she gazed into my eyes and moaned with enjoyment. Next, she moved down to her knees, between my legs and grabbed my cock and shoved it into her mouth going all the way down to the balls. Sensational. She gave the best head of any other person I have gotten a blowie from. She literally throat fucked my dick while humming songs.As she did this I got an idea. I told her to do a standing 69. I stood as she acrobatically inclined her legs in the air. From there I hugged around her mid section and picked her up. When her snatch was even with my face I felt her mouth cover my cock. As we ate and sucked each others public parts, I started to wonder if any young girls would be at this thing today... This got me excited and I threw everything off the table, set her on it and spread my girl apart. I inched my dick to her vag slow at first but when reached her opening, I felt that it was wet enough so I shoved it in, deep, with no warning. She cried with ecstasy as I started pounding her tight hole while I imagined the possibilities that could come about later. I flipped her around and grabbed her small hips and slid back in and fucked her hard. We were both being loud with our feelings of pleasure. I felt my balls stirring as I looked down at her tiny back and pumped away. She could be a young teenager, the way she looked from behind. That sent me to the point of no return. I told her I was going to cum and she spun around and swallowed me whole and I shot my load in her throat as she licked my balls. It was absolutely amazing the way this woman could make me feel. Now it's time for a shower and to get ready for the party... Chapter 2 - The Party We arrived at the party when there were only a dozen or so people there. Rachel, of course knew all of them being that this was a Family Reunion. Everyone seemed very nice, engaging conversation with me having no objections to my age compared to Rachel. I actually was hitting it off quite well with everyone I spoke to. I couldn't believe her parents were such jerks when all these people were very sweet and respectable. An Uncle of Rachel's named Frank invited me in the house for a beer. We went to the basement and there was a wet bar with a fuseball table and a pool table. Oh and some great craft beer on tap. We began talking about sports and cars and various other things. We played a few games and ended up being down there for over an hour! Finally Rachel came down and pulled me away telling me I needed to meet some people. With a buzz on I didn't even care, in fact I was excited. We walked out the back door and there must have been about 60 or more people there now. Old people, people my age, teenagers, kids and babies. She took me all around and I met everyone, I thought. I noticed game courses being set up and I wasn't aware anything like that would be happening. From what I could gather, there would be an egg toss, water balloon toss, three legged race and volleyball. I wasn't into anything so I just kinda watched and kept drinking beer. Luckily they had good beers in the coolers outside as well. I started to get hungry and decided to grab a burger and some potato salad. I ate those and had a hot dog too. I was hungry. Just then some of the women were collecting names in a hat for the three legged race. Aunt Sophia, Frank's wife, came right up to me and gave me a piece of paper and a pencil. I had to do it! I put it in the hat and she walked away. Rachel was so happy I was going to do it and she kissed me hard and wet. I was a bit surprised but no body seemed to care. Her parents thankfully didn't bother to come so that was pleasant. I learned that all the names in the hat were adults and the kids had to choose a name to get a partner. This way everybody could participate and it would be fair, blah blah blah. I stood there waiting and I heard Sophia call my name. She walked over and let me know my partner was her daughter and that we would have fun. "oook..." I thought. There she was. The cutest little girl I had ever saw. She stood about 4'4 and weighed maybe 70-75 lbs. She had long dirty blond hair with blue eyes and a mildly tan complexion. She was wearing a polka dotted sun dress that was just above her knees and gave away the fact that she was flat chested. On her little feet she had some sandals with daisies on them. How cute!! She was gorgeous and I couldn't help but be totally infatuated. I was indeed a salivating perverted man. The only thing was that she was crying. Rachel came up and told me to cheer her up and that she knew I could do it. So I agreed and stood across from the beauty, said hi and asked her name. She told me in a broken voice that her name was Roslyn. "What a pretty name for such a pretty girl" I told her. "My name is Ray and its nice to meet you, Roslyn!" She didn't smile or even barely look at me. Oh boy I thought. I asked her what was wrong and she shook her head 'no'. I said "aww c'mon! We are going to be on a team in this race, you gotta trust me!" she replied, "Well, I was playing in the egg toss and I missed the egg on the first throw and it broke. Then I broke the water balloon on the third throw, and it broke too! I am no good and I'm too young to ever win anything!" "Pish posh! I replied. "You're on my team now, and we are going to win this race! You're not THAT young! How old are you?" She smiled and told me she turned ten, two months ago. She seemed genuinely excited now. Roslyn thanked me for helping her smile and I could see Rachel in the corner of my eye looking on, very pleased too. I guess I'm in now? We started to prepare for the race by stretching our arms and legs. I was showing her all the stretches I learned back when I was in wrestling. We won't be wrestling, at least not now, but stretches are stretches. She seemed pretty limber too, which is a plus, in more ways than one! I got the strap to tie our legs together as she plopped on the grass to take her sandals off. Her legs were bent at the knees as she bent her torso to reach her feet. When she did this, her dress was open enough to expose her little white cotton panties which floored me. I almost couldn't look away. Once I did I looked up at her face and she was looking at me with a mischievous gleam in her eye. She knew what I was looking at and opened her legs wider. My gosh! Luckily nobody was around us close enough to notice. I sat beside her and started to put in the strap. First on my leg, then on hers. I spent way longer putting it on her leg though. It gave me the chance to cop a feel, which I did. I rubbed her foot up to her calf, up and down. It was so soft and smooth, it was getting me hard, so I stopped. Rachel came up behind and wished us luck and patted us both on the back. I had hoped she didn't notice what I was doing before that. Roslyn was now looking at me with a puppy love look on her face. Perfect! "I hope we win" she said. "Oh we will, trust me!" I replied. She reached over and grabbed my leg and said "I trust you" After regaining my composure I was ready to get this race over with! Us and everyone who was in the race got on our marks and waited for the whistle. I looked down at my angel strapped to my leg and winked at her. The whistle sounded and we were off. We were behind by two teams about half way to the first checkpoint. I told Roslyn we had to go faster on the way back. We did just that and made it to the finish before the others. We won! We jumped up and down and she turned and hugged me. I was as good as in. Just then, family members were congratulating us and we received gold medals to wear around our necks. What a great feeling. Rachel told me how proud she was of us and gave me a tasty kiss with a butt squeeze which Roslyn watched and giggled. We took our strap off and I headed inside to use the bathroom. I decided to go downstairs and get a IPA from the bar and to use that toilet. I was peeing and I heard the door open behind me. "hey Rach, this party is great. Your family is awesome!" "we like you too" I heard in a small voice. It was Roslyn. She closed the door and walked toward me. I hurried and put my junk away. I turned to her and asked what she was doing. "We could get in trouble for this!!" "Don't worry, I made sure no body saw me come down here" I still didn't agree with the whole thing and I started toward the door and she she pulled up her dress and down with the panties. I was drawn to the sight before me. She sat on the toilet and started peeing. She had her legs open wider than what most girls would when they peed. She wanted me to look, so I did. My penis started to fill with blood and she noticed my pants sticking out. "What's that? Is that a boner? You got a boner from looking at me!!" she asked. "Well uh, yeah" I fumbled. She wiped the pee, from her gift, with a wad of paper and smiled at me. Then she stood up and kicked her panties away and started towards me. My heart began pounding furiously. "Can I see it?" she asked. "I don't think that's a good idea right now sweetie" "Aww why not?" "we could get caught and I would be going away for a long time" I explained to her what people said about things like that. She understood but she still persisted and grabbed my hand and lead it to her mound. I couldn't help but rub it. She cooed and giggled. My mega raging hard on was ready to explode when I got a text from Rachel, asking where I was. I quickly thought of a plan. I told Rosalyn to hang out with Rachel and compliment her hair and clothes and stuff. "Once you and her talk for a while, ask her if you can come spend the night at our place tonight." She agreed and I went back to the party after I told her to hang out downstairs for a few. I found Rachel and told her I had a bathroom emergency. She just laughed with a disgusted look. I grabbed us a couple drinks and we sat down to visit with some family. We were joking and laughing when Roslyn came up and told Rachel how much she liked her hair. Rachel thanked her and returned the compliment. Frank and Sophia were nearby and I engaged a convo with them as Roslyn tried her magic. Frank thanked me for helping cheer Roslyn up. I just told him it was no big deal and I was glad to see her smile. I could hear the two girls carrying on about hair and makeup and clothes and shoes and and and... I heard Rachel tell her she'd love to give her a makeover. Just then, Ros ran to her parents very excitedly to ask their permission to stay at MY condo that night. They looked at me like I had the power to decide. I looked at Rachel and she nodded Iike I better say yes. "I have no problem with that if you guys don't" "Absolutely fine with us" Sophia stated. "It'll give us a chance to spend a nice night together." "It's settled then" said Rachel. "You're coming home with us Ros!!" "Yayyyyy!!" Roslyn exclaimed. We got back to the condo and I had to hide my excitement since I knew what I wanted to do that night. I changed into my pjs and plopped on the couch to watch tv. I heard the girls doing their thing as they walked to the living room. Ros wanted to know what they were gonna do first. Rachel explained that a bath was the first thing before a makeover. I got excited just by hearing that. Rachel left the room and came back with a tshirt and told Ros to put it on while she drew a bath. As she went upstairs, Ros turned away from me and stripped to the nude. She looked back at me and giggled. Her butt was so nice. She bent over with her legs slightly apart to pick up the shirt. I could see her little slit and I reached my hand into my pj pants and rubbed my dick while I watched her. She brought her hand between her legs and rubbed her lips while she watched me rub my dick. She put the shirt on and ran upstairs giggling. A few minutes later Rachel came back down and sat right on my lap. Luckily my boner deflated enough to where she didn't know. But soon enough it was back because she stuck her hand on it!! Just then her phone rang. It was her mom. She walked into the kitchen and was asking what the problem was and she yelled something incoherent. She came back to say she had to go to her parents house because her mom needs emergency help with something. Since it was a emergency, I offered to come with her. She knew I didn't really wanna go. She said I had to watch Ros. I played it off like it was a chore. "You'll both have fun, you guys are friends now." I agreed and she said she'd be back ASAP. I thought about that and realized her parents lived almost 2 hours away!!! This seemed too easy. So she left about five minutes after that and I was alone with Roslyn. I stared at the tv but I wasn't watching it. All I could think about was the naked ten year old in my bathroom. Thoughts of going up there, and starting something that there is no point in stopping until it's finished, ran through my mind. Then I thought about how it might be a bad idea to do this. Just then she called out for Rachel to come to the bathroom. I better go up and let her know that Rachel had left. I quickly got up and went up the stairs. I crept toward he bathroom door, which was slightly cracked. I peeked in the crack and Roslyn was in the big whirlpool tub playing in the soap suds. I couldn't see any part of her but her head and shoulders. I opened the door and she was startled when she saw me come in. "hey Ros, Rachel had to go to her moms house to help her with an emergency." "aww really? I thought I was gonna get a makeover..." she replied with a pout. "It's ok, when she gets back you'll get one." "how long will she be gone? I moved closer to the tub. "Prolly about 3-3.5 hours" "Oh ok." The suds were starting to dissipate and I could see some of her chest now. Little nipples just beginning to develop and a nice flatness. She saw me looking at her and smiled big at me. I asked her if I could get in with her. She told me no because the water was getting cold. I laughed and said I could turn on the heater and fix that. I turned it on and she said she could feel the water getting warmer. She asked me to leave for a minute, so she could go to the toilet. I walked to the hallway and listened to her pee. She flushed and and told me to come back. I walked in just as her nudeness went out of sight. I started taking my clothes off as she watched with a serious look. I stripped to my boxers and hopped in the tub. The water was very warm and just about all clear. I installed a light switch with a remote control about a month or two before. The remote was mounted on the wall next the tub in a water sealed clear plastic cover. It controlled the over head lights as well as the lights in the tub. I reached over, dimmed the main lights down and turned on the tub lights. Now I could see her nakedness under the water. She looked so good. All wet with child excitement about what was happening. I told her to come to me and sit in my lap. She sat with her back to me and my hands were instantly around her and I kissed her neck. She giggled but didn't stop me. As I kissed and licked her neck, I started to rub my hands around her body. I worked my way from her belly up to her chest where I gently pinched her nipples, which made her twitch and giggle. I did this for a while, just making out with her neck and rubbing her belly and chest. I moved my down her front until I reached her vagina and skipped over it to her legs and inner thighs. She opened her legs for me when I reached for her legs. Each time I got near to her pussy I could feel her tremble a bit, anticipating that wonderful moment when contact is made. I do this four or five times, that way I tease myself too. Finally I put my hand right on it and slowly rub, when she started moaning with pleasure. I told her to stand up and face me and she did. Her crotch was now even with my face and I leaned forward. I put my hands around her on to her ass and pulled her toward my face til she was about six inches away. I told her to rub herself on her vagina. Now I was sitting there watching this sweet little ten year old girl play with her pussy just six inches from my face. She stopped and asked, "Now can I see your boner?" "yes, I think you waited long enough" Picking up my ass, I slid my boxers off and threw them on the floor. She knelt in the tub and looked down. "I can't really see it" she said. I stood up and her eyes widened with surprise. She stared at it for a bit and asked if she could touch it. I grabbed her hand and put it around my dick. I told her to gently squeeze and move up and down. Now she was jacking me off and doing an awesome job of it. I took her other hand and told her to play with my balls as she jerked me off. She giggled and complied. After a few minutes I suggested we get out of the tub and get dried off. We could continue in the bedroom. We dried off and I picked her up and ran to the bedroom. I tossed her in the bed and she laughed and started rubbing her pussy. I jumped on the bed and put my body on top of her. I decided to kiss her on the lips and she was a little hesitant at first but soon gave in to the wonderful feeling. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and she met it with hers. Our tongues danced around and my dick was hard as hell! I started moving down to her neck and inched my hand down toward her little pussy. I licked and sucked all over her neck and chest as I rubbed all around her crotch without actually touching it. When I neared her nipple I also brought my hand close to her cunny and when I met her nipple with my mouth. I grabbed her lips with my thumb and forefinger. Now I was sucking and nibbling her nips as I pinch and rolled her vagina. After about a minute of this I let go of her vag and started to kiss down her chest and belly, stopping at her belly button to tongue tickle for a second. I reached her mound and licked all over it and kept going down to her thighs. I put my hands about halfway up each of her legs and spread them wide. She was staring down, breathing heavily and moaning loudly, watching my every move. I continued rubbing her legs while they were spread before me. I put my face down to her virgin pussy and smelled the sweetness of my prize. I leaned in and touched it with my tongue and she jumped with a giggle. I could no longer hold back, I pushed my tongue against the lips and clit and lapped nice and slow but with great pressure, studying each feature I could feel. My mouth muscle was giving this little girl the most intense feeling she had ever felt and she was loving it! Her hands were on the back of my head full of my hair as she squeezed. Her legs were grasping my head and her hips were bucking up and down. Her pleasure screams were turning me on so much. "Can I put my pee pee in yours, Roslyn?" "Will it hurt?" "Yes, at first. But after a while, it will be really nice!" "Well ok, I trust you..." I leaned in and have her a nice kiss on lips and looked at her naked body some more and I couldn't believe what I had in my bed. I ate her out some more to get her mind of the pain she is going to feel. I licked and she moaned until her whole shook with a fierce orgasm and she screamed for me to put in my penis. I got up, grabbed hold of my cock, jerked it a little and touched to her opening. Slowly I pushed the head passed her lips until I felt resistance. I moved it in and out like that to get her lubed up. I started getting further in and she winced a little and I stopped. "keep going" she said. "Ok honey, just tell me if it hurts too much" I pushed in more and more. I felt what I figured was her hymen and broke through with a thrust. I stopped as Roslyn whimpered a bit. She told me go deeper so I did. I went all the way until I felt resistance again and pulled it back back out. Sliding it back in I decided to go faster and pump that little hairless pussy while she cried a little. The more I fucked her the less she cried and started to enjoy it with little moans and breathing. I watched my dick slide in and out of the youngest little pussy I ever ate and fucked. I felt my balls about to explode and I jumped up to face and told her to open her mouth. She opened wide and rubbed her pussy while I stuck my dick in her mouth and fucked it. I told her I was going to cum in her mouth and she starting humming!! Then it came, I shot my load in her mouth and she went as deep she could and swallowed everything I had. I pulled out and stared down at my beautiful little fuck pal. She smiled be thanked me for everything. I could tell she was very satisfied. I got up to get cleaned up and when I turned around, Rachel was in the doorway looking at me... Part 2 maybe along

[My First Time It was the school holidays and I had been visiting a relative and I was on my was home. I needed to pee and walked into the public loo…you know the sort, smelly and dirty. An old guy was already in there I stood at the urinal, desperate to unzip and get my cock out before I started to pee. Only just making it in time I sensed I was being watched. I glanced across at the only guy there and he was watching me as he stroked his semi hard cock. I couldn’t help but look at it and my 14 year old cock started to involuntarily get hard. I had started to play with myself some months earlier so I knew what was happening. The old guy obviously seen my growing cock as an invite and turned to face me and openly stroked his cock…my eyes were transfixed on his growing cock as he looked at my young cock get hard. He moved closer and I let him take my cock in his hand….he only stroked me 2 or 3 times before I cum in his hand. He took some tissue out of his pocket and wiped my cum off his hand. I didn’t know what to do, I was in a bit of a daze, so I quickly zipped up, cum still dripping from my softening cock and rushed out the loo. That night at home I realised I had enjoyed the feeling of an old man’s hand on my cock. The next day I went back to the public loo hoping to see the old perv again and have my cock tugged again….I walked in and disappointment hit me as all the urinals were empty. Oh well, yesterday must have been a one off. As I stood there having a pee I heard footsteps and a guy of about 50 walked to the urinal….it wasn’t the old perv from yesterday and I was just about to zip up when I glanced across and much to my surprise he was stroking….I took my hardening cock out again and just stood there pretending to pee, gently stroking my cock. The guy was looking around and edged closer to get a good look at my cock….I was getting harder and felt like I was on the verge of cumming without much stroking. His cock was hard as he moved closer and I turned to let him see my hard cock…he smiled and grabbed my hand and placed it on his cock. I stroked it as he grabbed mine. Again, it wasn’t long before I was cumming and I was disappointed not to have lasted longer but instead of zipping up and fleeing as I had done yesterday I stood there stroking him. He had a look of enjoyment on his face as I stroked him to a full erection. He was looking around to ensure no one else was entering. Then, with a grunt, he shot a rope of hot cum over my wrist, then another and a final small load. He smiled and handed me some tissue to wipe up his seed. He zipped up, thanked me and left. I was hooked….i loved the excitement of getting played with and playing with old cock. Making them happy having a 14 year old hand bringing them to a climax. The rest of the holidays was spent going to the loo and playing with cock, rarely playing with the same cock 2 days running. Some guys didn’t want to be played with in the loo and I remember the first time a guy said he had a car and did I want to go somewhere quiet. Off I went and he drove to some back street where we wouldn’t be disturbed and he pulled down his trousers and pants – that was the first time I had seen an old cock that wasn’t just jutting out of a pair of trousers as I stroked it. He leaned back and placed my hand on his balls and directed me to play with them and stroke him. He told me to take my trousers down so he could do the same to me…I obeyed without question and he squeezed my balls. Without warning, he leaned over and took me in his mouth….I was shocked and thrilled at the same time and it wasn’t long before I filled his mouth with my young cum …wow, I loved it. He tried to get me to suck him but I refused (that was to be the one and only time ) and I stroked him until he grunted and emptied. I think he was a little disappointed that I wouldn’t take him in my mouth. Then one day, a guy of about 60 said he lived close by and we could drive there and have some fun in his flat. I agreed and off we went. Once inside his flat he was kissing me and grabbing me, up until then It was limited to playing with cock, this was another step as his tongue was in my mouth. He took my clothes off and stripped himself. Another first, an old naked man stood in front of me, his limp cock hanging down. He beckoned me forward to touch him, I obeyed and soon he was growing in my hand. He forced me to my knees and placed his cock near my face. I tried to turn away but he held my head in place and moved his hardening cock nearer. ‘Suck it’ he said thrusting forward, I was a little scared….this was something a little too far. Not knowing what was going to happen I reluctantly opened my mouth a little as he thrust forward again. The tip of his cock touched my lips and he pushed again…this time my mouth opened a little more and he invaded my mouth with about 2’’ of his cock. I gagged a little as he started to fuck my mouth. I gradually got used to it as he got into a rhythm. I knelt there as he used my mouth for his enjoyment without any thought for me. This went on for some time before I felt his cock twitch in my mouth as he shot his seed into my mouth, it felt like gallons as it oozed out the corner of my mouth. I gagged and he pulled out as his cum spilled from my mouth onto his floor. I had been used as a cum dump for the first time….deep down I knew it wouldn’t be the last

Mystery runs into the restaurant free from the pouring rain outside and smoothes down her damp dress and fiddles with the wet strands of hair falling front of her eyes. She doesn’t notice the man standing half way in the shadows only a few feet from her looking at her intently, letting his eyes roam down her body and stopping at the small round lumps of her breasts pressing against the wet top of her dress like ripe fruits ready to be picked. He figures she can’t be more then 16 or 17, well “maybe 18 at the most” he says to himself. The man watches as the girl talks to the host but not really hearing what she is saying as he is still too busy checking out every aspect of this girls body. He can almost visualize what she might feel like should he reach out and touch her but this wasn’t the right time. “The time will come soon though”, he thinks, “very soon”. He moves back even fuller into the shadows not wanting his “prey” to notice him just yet. He was looking forward to this hunt and in the end he knows he can convince this girl to be his …. “And his alone”, he grins to himself. The host leads Mystery towards the back of the restaurant and slides into a booth not noticing the man grinning even more in the shadows. “This is perfect”, the man nods his head in approval towards the host who doesn’t even know he is approving her choice for the girl. It was as if the host knew even though logically the man knew the host had no clue what was going on in his head. For several moments the man stayed in his place in the shadows watching this young girl, observing her movements and actions. He was a good reader of people and was able to know that the girl was alone, to most an obvious observation but not his true meaning. She was alone period, no parents to think of or a boyfriend much less friends in general. Sure she looked satisfied with her life from outward appearances but the man knew better. He could save her and he planned to do just that. He waited for just the right moment and then started his way across the room towards her. She was like any other woman, making her order and then sliding out of the booth to make her way towards the powder room. This is what he waited for and was able to time his actions accordingly. For the brief second that her back was to him he walked up behind her and whispered into her ear, “I can help you girl.” The girl is startled and freezes as she listens to his deep sexy voice but she doesn’t respond to him. His hand goes around her waist and his palm presses against her lower abdomen while his other hand goes onto the side of her thigh and slowly starts moving up towards her hip in a very precise movement, like he knew exactly what he is doing. Still the girl doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t even move away from his grasp. There is something about him that makes her want to stay where she is although she isn’t sure what just yet. The server starts walking towards the girls table with her drink and stops in mid-stride seeing the man and how he is holding the girl. The server isn’t sure if the girl is in danger or if she knew this man. She stands there staring and the man feeling eyes on his back turns his head toward her without loosening his grip on the girl and nods towards, “I will need one of those drinks as well Miss, we will be sharing a table”, nodding towards the girl in his arms. The server nods saying, “Very Well Sir,” and sets Mystery’s glass down and hurries away to get another. Mystery hears the server leave and can’t help but to wonder what kind of man this is to receive all his needs met without hesitation. The man almost seeming to read her thoughts says, “I come here often and everyone knows their place.” Then leaning even closer to her ear he whispers, “but do you know yours girl?” Mystery shakes her head no and the man laughs a loud sexy laugh and then whispers again, “you will know my girl, you will know.” “Now let me get a look at you, love,” he says as he turns her around to face him finally. He uses a finger to move some hair away from her face and his eyes start moving very slowly down her face. Whispering to himself, “stunning, absolutely stunning”, while he runs his palm softly down her cheek and leans in towards her neck and kisses it softly. He knows he must control himself for a bit longer but his hormones were in full alert and wanting anything to break free and consume this girl. The man then continues the tour of her body down her neck and towards her chest and once again stopping to get another good look at her small breasts protruding through her top. While still looking her body up and down he says, “so tell me, why have you not screamed or at least tried to run my girl?” Mystery stares back at him not really knowing the answer. Logically she knows that is what she should have done long ago but there is something about this man that seems … interesting. All she could think to say is, “I am not sure.” Almost instantly after he hears her words she hears him saying in an almost stern sounding voice, “Sir!” Mystery quickly moves her face towards his and stares at him with a question look to which he replies, “Sir! That is what you will say following everything you say to me. You understand my girl?” Mystery is a little taken back at first but finds her head nodding yes and hears what she believes is her own voice saying, “yes Sir”. The man smiles at her and runs his hand down her face, “Good Girl. That isn’t so hard is it?” Mystery shakes her head and says, “No, Sir”. Again the man smiles and leans in and places a soft kiss on her lips and whispers, “The sweet sound of your voice calling me Sir is like music to my ears”. Just then the server comes back with the man drink and the man takes it right from her hand and nods towards her in appreciation. Just as she was walking away the man calls out to her, “Hold the girls meal, we will dine later, until then I would like some privacy in this corner of the restaurant, therefore I will pay for the use of every table near ours. He then nods and grins at the server, “Thank you, I will call on you later and believe me you will be tipped for your services well.” The server then nods and walks away mumbling, “Yes Sir”. I look towards this stranger and ask, “Why does everyone call you Sir.. Sir?” The man grins, “You remembered my girl and that makes me proud of you.” Mystery blushes and half smiles at his compliment, “Thank you Sir.” The man then continues, “The server calling me Sir is out of respect. She calls every man in this place Sir. Now you, my beautiful girl, Call me Sir because I asked you too and you have chosen to obey and therefore, once again, I will say how proud I am of you.” Mystery nods again in understand even though she wasn’t sure she really understood. “Now where were we girl?” he asks her. She just looks up into his eyes and sees him staring back into hers, “Oh yes,” he interrupts the mutual gaze, “I was in the process of taking a good look at you. From what I can tell, you are perfect in every way.” Mystery waits a moment and then asks, “Perfect for what .. Sir?” “Why perfect for me, my dear,” he says with a smile. Then he puts his hands on her hips and sets her up on the table behind her and moves his hands to her thighs gentle caressing her legs through her nylons. Moving his body forward while at the same time spreading her thighs so he can stand between her legs. Mystery’s short dress starts moving up high on her thighs the more he spreads them. His hands moving up higher and higher on her thighs as well moving up the dress even more. Mystery still isn’t sure what is going on or what is going to happen and her head keeps telling her to fight and get away from this strange man but another part of her keeps her there. There is still something about him that intrigues her and compels her to stay put and see what transpires. The man looks down at her and says quietly, “You aren’t sure if you should stay or if you should run are you girl?” Mystery is once again startled by hearing the words in her head said out loud by this man and shakes her head yes. The man then continues, “That is totally up to you dear, but I do wish you would trust me and stay a bit longer.” Mystery looks up at him and asks, “Why Sir? Why should I trust you?” And the man smiles and places his hand against her face, “I will never hurt you only help you. You will learn who you are and what your place is in this great world. I will protect you and you will learn to let me. You will learn to love me just as I love you.” Mystery interrupts him saying, “Love you like you love me? You only just met me! I can’t believe you can really love me.” The man glares at her after she is finished and Mystery glares back then quickly adds, “Sir” to her last comment.” The man smiles widely. “You are already learning my girl and he kisses her once again on the lips.” The man continues his little speech, “If you obey me I can give you everything you want and need. If you should choose to disobey me then I can take it all away again. If you chose to leave, even now, I will still receive you back if you beg for my forgiveness. You will be mine and will always be mine. You will never be alone again.” Mystery starts shaking her head thinking this man must be insane and still telling herself that he can’t love her for they just met. “Enough words for now, you will learn it all in time. For now let’s get to know each other better shall we?” Mystery shakes her head yes, “Yes Sir”. The man presses himself even further between her thighs until she can feel his pants almost rubbing against her private areas which are almost exposed with her dressed pushed up so high on thighs. The man leans in and starts kissing her neck and feels his hips move closer to her and hears him taking in deep breaths through his nose and letting it out slowly across her neck. “You smell absolutely wonderful girl.” His hands start moving through her hair slowly and he pushes some of it back from her neck only to continue kissing it and the girl can’t help but angle her head in such a way that he gets good access to it. The man smiles to himself and continues the kisses up her jaw line and eventually getting over to her lips, so young and full and very sweet. He can’t help but want to get a taste of her and easily pries her lips open with no opposition from her and dips his tongue into the sweet wet opening exploring all of it. He hears the girl moan slightly and that makes a certain organ on his body twitch as he gives a small moan of his own in return. His hands find her hips and slowly start moving up the sides of her thin small body high and high until they are adjacent from her small round breast and without hesitation he moves over and grabs them both into his big strong hands and starts kneading them gently. They feeling like putty in his hands and he hears again a moan from his prize, the girl. He pulls away from the kiss and grins down at her while still kneading her breasts between his fingers and whispers, “Does my little beauty like that?” Mystery can’t help but say, “Yes Sir” and that causes the man to grin even more, “very good my dear” as he pushes forward even more causing her to move back. He takes one hand and puts it on the back of her head and leans closer and whispers, “Lay back” and starts guiding her backwards so she is lying on the table top with her legs dangling over the edge and him standing between her thighs still. He then stands up right and looks down at this little beauty on the table in front of him and licks his lips. “All mine” he says to himself, “and soon she will want it no other way”. He places his hands on her thighs and starts’ moving them up higher and higher until her skirt is up high enough to see her thong beneath the nylons. Not wanting to rush things he just stands there looking as if trying to decide where to start. It feels similar to a birthday and this girl, this lovely young girl is his gift and he wants to open it as carefully as he can. He looks into the girls eyes and holds the gaze while he fans his fingers out and starts running his hands up even higher pushing the dress up even more. It gets stuck where her body is laying on the table and with just one look she obeys his unsaid command and lifts her hips slightly and he continues sliding the dress up to her waist. He lets his gaze move down her body slowly and stops it at the small of her stomach just barely showing at this point and watches his own hands as he pushes the dress up even more… causing more and more of this young body to be revealed. He almost gasps as his thumbs touch her bare flesh for the first time and the girl’s body jerks slightly and she moans. “Yes, my dear, enjoy it”, he says in his head to himself. After the dress is slightly passed her belly button he stops and lifts one of her legs and slowly undoes the buckle on her sandal and slips it off and lets it fall to the floor. He looks into her eyes and she looks back at him. He realizes that she wants him to continue and he certainly wants to as well, just it makes things easier when the girl is willing to accept her role. Oh yes, she will be loved always and yet she will also love me in return and when that moment comes things like this will turn into an art that is shared. For now though, she is his art and he will craft her to his liking and she will let him, she IS letting him even now. He does the same with the second sandal and then moves his hands up to her waist and slowly while watching her eyes starts pulling her nylons down her body and legs until they too are laying on the ground at his feet. He looks down at her half naked body before him forgetting that they are in middle of a restaurant, that fact doesn’t bother him at all as takes in the view. Looking back at her face he smiles at her, “Still want to get out of her my dear?” Mystery shakes her head no and says, “No Sir, but at the same time I know I should but I can’t.” He asks, “Why can’t you?” To which she replies, “I am not sure Sir.” He smiles at her and then a hand around her arm and pulls her upright again and reaches around the back of her. He finds the zipper to her dress and while slowly moving it down he whispers unto her ear, “Does the fact that you are about to be naked in middle of a restaurant frighten you girl?” Mystery nods her head, “yes Sir” as she quickly scans the room. There is no one in the tables near but there are people at further tables who she is sure could see everything if they looked this way. “I said I would protect you girl so you do not need to be frightened, you hear?” She nods her and says, “Yes Sir” quietly. Once the man has the zipper down he start moving the dress up the rest of her body and slowly lifts it over her head and drops it on the floor with everything else. The girl feels a slight chill and shivers slightly and the man grins as he pushes her back once again and guides her down so she is once again lying on the table in front of him, only her bra and thong remain and the table is cold against her bare back. The man starts to move his hands up her thighs again and up onto her stomach not stopping as they get higher and higher until once again his palms are resting on her breasts and he is kneading them. He hears her moaning again and smiles at her nodding his head in approval. His eyes move to her breasts and he notices an almost hidden clasp right in front of her bra and without stopping he lets his thumbs work at opening it and once successful he eager pushes the bra aside and gasps quietly at the sight of her breasts in the flesh. They appear to be bordering on “young girl trying to grow into woman” form but not quite womanly just yet. He nods his head to himself again and Mystery is fascinated at that as he seems to be doing it a lot tonight at the same time it makes Mystery feel good that he seems to be approving of her. No one has ever approved of her before and maybe that is what is driving her to stay even though she knows she shouldn’t. Just at this moment Mystery sees movement from the side and looks that way and the man looks that way as well and sees the server making her way to our table and Mystery starts to fidget and tries to cover herself but the man turns towards her saying, “stay just how you are girl, everything will be alright, I can promise you that” and then he turns back towards the coming server and smiles at her broadly. “Hello Miss, would you be a dear and grab my bag that I left at the coat counter, thank you” and then he turns back to me dismissing the server before she has time to respond saying, “Now, where were we again my girl?” Before the server even leaves the man starts running his hands on mystery like there wasn’t just an interruption and that surprises Mystery but something inside her made her grin back at him. It frightened her immensely but at the same time it was a bit of a thrill how the man acted as if this was a normal occurrence and the girl lays her head back on the table and relaxes once again moaning at the feel of his hands roaming her body once again. “Yes, I might get used to this after all” she says to herself. She heard him tell the server to get something which means they will be interrupted once again and that thought does bring her some fear but she knows that once the server leaves the second time she will also feel the wave of excitement it caused and that seemed to make the experience worth it somehow. “I promised that you would naked here and naked you will be for me girl.” The man interrupts Mystery’s thoughts by starting to pull her thong down her legs and soon enough they too join the rest of the girls’ clothes on the floor and here she lays in all her naked glory and the man feasts upon the scene with his hungry eyes. It wasn’t long before the server returns and hands the man his bag to which he thank her and turned back to Mystery. The server looks over the scene briefly before walking away shaking her head. The man laughs, “Don’t worry about her girl, your only job tonight is entertaining your Master.” Mystery looks up at him and says, “Master? Sir.” The man nods his yes, “That would be me my beautiful young girl and tonight you will become mine.” He said it in such a way that brought fear and excitement at the exact same time to the girl and she doesn’t say a word back to him as she doesn’t really know what to say. The man lays his bag onto the seat beside the table and sees him open it and he pulls out a silver collar with jewels on it and what appears to be a lock of some sort and he says, “This will bind you to me but not until you are ready to bound. You may beg to have it at any time tonight or you may chose to not have it all at which time I will leave and let you think on it longer. You can, Like I said before, come back to me and beg for it at anytime but I will never force you to have it. You understand girl?” Mystery nods and says quietly, “Yes Sir” as he lays it on the table beside her. “ I will lay it here so you can look upon it tonight as you consider my offer.” After his words and seeing him lay the collar on the table Mystery looks back up at him and sees that he is once again looking down at her body. It is quiet for a long time and Mystery decides to ask, “What do you mean by ‘entertain’, Sir? Looking up at the girls face he smiles saying, “You are starting to entertain me quite well my girl, but there is more that can be done.” Like what Sir?” she asks him and he shakes his head and laughs, “That is for you to figure out my dear” and steps away from the table no longer standing between her thighs and crosses his arms and looks at her. “I am completely confident that you will be able to figure out how to entertain your Master my lovely girl.” Mystery sits up on the edge of the table while thinking and of course looking over him almost the same way that he looked at her before. He was very handsome but slightly older then she was by 10 years or slightly more maybe. He wore a white shirt with buttons but it was untucked, she can’t remember if it was untucked the whole time or not though, but that didn’t matter he still looked just as handsome as he would if it was tucked in. His hair was mostly short but slightly longer in some areas. The way some of it hanged over his face was quite sexy and she smiled at her own thought. It seemed somewhat odd that she would think this stranger that undressed her in a very public spot and leaves her sitting here naked in front of him as sexy. Most girls in this position would use this very opportunity to run away from him but she can’t make herself do that. Maybe it was how he made her feel special or how he approved of her, or maybe it was how he kept talking to her saying she was lovely and calling her “my girl” like he owns her somehow. She still cannot figure it out but she wasn’t ready to give up and leave just yet. He was creepy kind of and yet she still felt safe in his presence. Yes, she decided that she would “try” and entertain this creepy sexy man and then see what transpires. She will trust him as he has asked her too. Mystery gets up off the table and stands in front of him for a long time, completely naked and once again his eyes are rushing around her body and out of nowhere he says almost sternly but still somewhat loving at the same time,” kneel girl”. Mystery looks at him startled but then does as he asks and once again he is nodding and saying, “Very good girl” to her. She smiles at his approval, it somehow warming her heart in a way that she never experienced before. He starts walking toward her and gets right front of her and he looks down at her and she looks up at him. “You are even more beautiful to me on your knees girl.” And Mystery nods her head and blushes, “thank you Sir”. The reaches his hand down and runs it through her hair a few times before holding onto a clump of it and pulling her head back further and smiling at her again with a softness in his eyes. “The way you obey me girl excites me. Your willingness to do as I ask makes me love you more. You body makes me want to devour it. Everything about you makes me want to make you mine and to own you for all time. With that ownership, you will do all I ask. Your willingness to do what I ask will always excite me and my love will grow each time I see you kneel before me. I hope you are starting to understand girl what all I am saying.” Mystery nods her head yes, “Yes Sir” and without thinking much about it first she asks, “Sir, this girl would like to start entertaining her Master.” Pulling the girl up by her hair he plants a hard kiss onto her lips and then grins at her and says, “Very well, you may girl” and then he goes to a near by table and get a chair putting it down in front of the girl and sits down in it and says, “On your knees love” to which Mystery does without hesitation this time. He leans back in the chair and puts his legs out in front of him while partly laying back with his hands behind his head. “The first thing I want you to do girl is get me more relaxed, you may start with the shoes”. Mystery moves quickly and unties first one shoe and then the next taking them both off. “You may leave the socks on girl, but come closer and unbuckle my belt for me.” The girl moves closer quickly and does as he asks to which she is rewarded again with a smile and nod. “Now stand girl right here in front of me and turn around slowly and each time I say something I want you to respond by saying, “Yes Master or No, Master, you understand girl?” “Yes Master” Mystery responds and he nods at her again, “Very good”. Mystery stands up in front of him and he looks her over again. “Does it excite you to have an older man looking at your naked young body girl?” Mystery thinks for a moment and replies truthfully, “Yes Master.” The man smiles replying, “good”. For a few moments there isn’t anything said and then the man turns slightly in his chair and calls for the server to come over and Mystery steps back trying to hide in the shadow to which the man says, “Stay still girl, remember that you do not need to be afraid, I will not let anything harm you ever!” His voice is somewhat stern as if it is something he wants her to always remember and he is trying to drill it into her and she steps back out towards him, “Yes Master”. “Good, now hold just a second and don’t move .. you look absolutely lovely and I want to look at you while I order your meal”. Mystery nods, “Yes Master”, and sure enough he never takes his eyes off her while he is ordering their food. The man then hands the server a hundred dollar bill and tells her not to put the order in until he tells her too and also tells her to stay after her shift and continue to serve him and his girl, nodding over to Mystery while saying “his girl” and saying she will be greatly tipped. The server nods her head and agrees knowing she will more than likely walk away from her job tonight with several hundred dollars in hand that she couldn’t say no too. The man turns back to Mystery once the server leaves and grins, “Now that that is taken care of let me ask you girl, ‘Did that make you uncomfortable?” Nodding her head she replies, “Yes Master”. The man leans forward in his chair saying “Come closer girl” and when she does he grabs her around the waist and pulls her stomach towards his mouth and kisses it in several places while mumbling between them “When you are mine I will have you like this all the time so you best get used to because I can not tear my eyes away from your lovely body for even a second.” He Then pulls her down onto his lap and lifts his hips up so the front of his pants are pressed against her pussy and continues, “When you are mine you will entertain me wherever and whenever I ask you too and you will grow to love doing it.” Then reaching between them he drags his zipper down and pulls his mostly hard cock out and rubs it against her clit, “You will be rewarded for your services all the time my lovely girl, that I can promise you.” Then he pushes her down off his lap and spread his legs apart and pulls his cock out even more and starts to pump it in his hands … “This will belong to you and you alone. No other girl will see it or touch it when you are mine and this I can also promise you. I will love you for all time and make myself yours as much as you are making yourself mine. You understand girl?” Mystery shakes her head yes, “Yes Master” The man lets go of his cock but leaves it laying outside of his pants and leans back again with his hands behind his head. Mystery tries not to stare at his cock but it is hard not too. Even in it’s semi hard state it still looks quite big and she does wish she could touch it but she is afraid to ask. The man interrupts her thoughts, “What is it girl?” Mystery looks up at him and starts to blush and the man grins, “What thoughts are playing in your head girl, your Master wants to know.” The girls opens her mouth to say something and the man interrupts again, “You may” and then grins broadly at her and she looks at him with wide eyes and can’t seem to continue talking and closes her mouth. The man laughs a hearty laugh and grins, “You want to touch my cock girl don’t you? I can see it in your eyes and I said you may.” Then he winks at her and she blushes again. “ The girl moves closer and slowly starts reaching her hand out to which he grabs her wrist and pulls faster and wraps her fingers around his cock and moans, “Yes my girl that is just delightful!” Then he leans back and closes his eyes with a smile on his lips and a little laugh. The girl just sits there for a moment and feels the man’s cock twitch beneath her fingers. She shifts her body slightly and starts to slowly move her hand like he was doing himself a few moments before and this causes him to moan more and the girl smiles and continues. She could tell she was pleasing him and she wanted to please him more although she still wondered why pleasing him was exciting her so much. She doesn’t even know this man and yet she is finding excitement in his “game”. She vowed from that moment on she would do her best to please him tonight and she really meant that. Mystery continues moving her hand up and down his cock for a few moments and then the man lifts his head forward and looks down at her and smiles and starts running a hand through her hair mumbling now and then, “yes” … “yes” .. and sometimes using his other hand to rub across her cheek and over her lips all the while still moaning now and then. “More my girl, your Master needs more” and then he using the hand that is in her hair to push her face forward and his other hand on her cheek he uses on her chin to open her mouth, “Yes girl please your Master” he says so lovingly that the girl can’t say no and she lets him guide her mouth to his cock and she takes it into her mouth and he gasps harder than other times and says “good girl” again and then reaches over to sip his soda. The girl continues to suck on his cock moving her mouth back and forth over the shaft and letting her tongue run across the tip tasting the precum on it. While she continues the man yells out “Server!” and places a hand on the back of the girls head to keep it there saying “don’t stop girl your Master is VERY pleased”. The server comes over and the man asks for a refill of his soda and the server stands there staring at the scene and then rushes away with the glass. “Yes my love yes!” the man exclaims several times through moans not even caring that we are in a restaurant and the girl seeming to forget that fact as well as she sucks harder and a bit faster. Mystery can feel Master’s cock getting harder and harder inside her mouth and yet she continues picking up her pace as does and the man starts pushing his hips towards her making his cock reach further and further into her mouth. Eventually the server comes back with a full glass and is instructed to wait a moment while Mystery’s tries to reach for his wallet seemingly trying to take a long time on purpose so the server can watch the girl eagerly sucking his cock. The man notices the server watching and grins at her saying, “My girl is doing a lovely job pleasing me tonight, I hope the food you server later is the best here as she will be rewarded, you hear?” The server nods her head and the man finally getting his wallet from his back pocket uses one hand to pull out another hundred and using his other hand he pushes his girls head harder causing his cock to slip down her throat and the man moans loudly, “Yes my girl take your Masters’ cock I am so proud of you.” Then turning to the waiting server he hands the bill to her and says, “In a few minutes I want you to return and stand right there and I will tip you again Miss.” The server nods, grabs the bill and walks away quickly as the man laughs and looks upon his girl with a mouth full of his cock. “You my dear are the loveliest creature I have ever seen and this view of you is by far the best yet!” He smiles broadly and forces his cock deeper still knowing that the girl is taking all of his huge hard cock deep into her throat and at this moment he couldn’t be more proud of her. The man leans back in the chair still holding onto her head and grabbing some of her he holds her close and lets his cock twitch into her throat then leaning forward once more he says, “I am going to cum three times tonight before we leave this place girl.” Then he nods satisfied with his statement and starts pumping himself in and out of her throat and the girl complies completely letting this strange man fuck her throat while being naked in this restaurant with him. Sure enough a few moments later the server comes back and the man grins at her and then smiles down at his girl, “Let show the server here how proud you make your Master shall we girl?” The girl just shakes her head as she can’t speak at the moment. The man starts to fuck her mouth even hard causing her to gag somewhat but still he keeps on going and then after a few moments he looks down at the girls and nods his head and pulls his cock out of her, “Lean back girl” he says and she does it and not a second later hot sticky cum shoots down her neck and over her small breasts and he reaches down with one hand and starts rubbing it into her breasts slightly firmly to which the girl starts moaning and rubbing the cum in as well to her stomach and her neck. Next thing she knows his cock is back into her mouth and he tells her to continue and “Again my love Master needs it harder than before!” and he whips out another hundred and gives it to the server and tells her to leave and not return unless he calls for her. She rushes away with only a nod and the man laughs while rubbing his hand across his girls face, “You are such a good little girl and I want you to be mine girl. I will not force you though like I promised. I am just saying what I want and most the time I get what I want. The girl continues to suck and the man continues to pump his hips towards her fucking her mouth again getting hard again. Before too long the man pulls out of her mouth and stands up and picks up the girl in front of him and lays he back onto the table grinning. “I promised rewards girl and I don’t break my promises and with that he pulls her thighs apart and leans down and runs his tongue over her clit tasting her for the first time. He then continues moving his tongue up and down firmly across it because after that first taste it only made him want more. Wrapping his arms under the girls legs the man pulls her body so that her ass is hanging half off the table and he lifts her legs and places his hands under her ass and presses his tongue deep within her whole moaning at the sweet taste of her nectar and eagerly eating more getting faster and faster because at this point he can’t stop himself from wanting her sweetness. The girl moans over and over and that just makes him want more, more of her juices, more of her moans, more of everything. He dives in as far as he can get with his tongue and circles around inside her pumping his tongue in and out really fast and the girls moans get louder and louder and other guest in the restaurant start to look over towards them but the man doesn’t stop. He wants his girl to cum right here and right now in front of everyone in this place and on his tongue. Usually he would stop and tell his girl to cum but not this time because be can’t bear the thought of pulling away from her juices for even a second and so decides that this first time she will not be required to beg but to instead just let it happen and go with it. There will be a time for begging later and he knows without a doubt she will beg and he will comply because he can’t say no at this point either. He sees her grab the edge of the table and in his head he is screaming “Yes Girl, cum for your Master” and he fucks her even harder with his tongue so much that she can’t hold back and reaching with his thumb he rubs her clit vigorously and then it happens. She screams and she screams loud and if every person in the restaurant wasn’t watching yet, they certainly would be now as this girl gives her juices to her Master and he will be her Master there is no denying that! The girl cums and her juices pour out onto his tongue and he sucks hard to gather it all into his mouth. No better feast could be served in his honor then this right here and he wasn’t going to let a single drop go to waste! Even after she cums he continues and doesn’t slow down and he can feel her body writhing on the table and it excites him. He has to have more and he will have more and so he continues rubbing her clit and fucking her with his tongue and only this time he does lift his head briefly and says loudly for the benefit of the onlookers, “Again girl! Master is still hungry!” And he forces his tongue back into her tight little hole and fucks her some more and the girl cums again. This time she is louder than the last time and the man screams “yes” in his head. He knew he had made a good choice tonight of all the girls in this place he only wanted one and in walked her and she is his now. After the second time the man stands up and puts his hand onto her hips and looks down at her saying “from now on girl you will beg me to let you cum and you will not cum unless I approve you hear?” The girl nods, “Yes Master” and the man replies, “Good girl” and pulls her body towards his waiting hard cock and lets it rub against her clit for a few moments first back and forth over its sensitivity and the man looks towards the collar on the table and back at the girl, at her neck, he knew it would be a perfect fit and can’t wait for the moment when she asks him to give it to her. The girl sees where his eyes were and looks at the collar as well and then back at him. They stare at each other for a long time neither saying a word while he moved his hips back and forth letting his cock massage her tiny hard clit and he cocks his head slightly and asks, “Yes girl?” The girl reaches over and picks up the collar and holds it towards him and he looks at her puzzled, knowing what she wants but pretending like he didn’t. “What do you want girl? Say it!” The girl says, “I want this to be mine, Master” to which the man grins and pulls back slightly and pushes forward letting his cock push into her tiny hole breaking her cherry (which made him even prouder that she waited for him all her life) and while she screams out in the initial pain of that action he says calmly with a grin, “Then you must beg for it my girl” and he starts fucking her right then and there. Not slowly but fast and careful as he never wants to wound her. He only wants to have her as his own and once he claims this part of her then he is that much closer. The girl starts moaning loudly feeling his cock pumping in and out of her all while he is grinning at her saying, “Beg girl” over and over. The girl is finding it hard to beg while being fucked but she tries and yet he still wants her to beg more. “Again girl!” “Please Master this girl wants to be yours!” “Again girl! He says as he pumps far into her and holds it there. “Please Master! She cries out to him. “Why?” he yells back at her (only because of the noise). “I want to please you Master!” and again he says. “Why girl?” Because I want to learn to love you Master. The man smiles, “You don’t need to learn girl, it is already there in your heart you just have to accept it.” He leans down over her body on the table and starts kissing her while still moving his cock in and out of her. Kissing her deeply and noticing how she is kissing him back. Feeling her hands in his hair and her eager tongue looking for his. He wraps his arms around her and under her body and picks her up so he is holding her against him and her legs around him and they kiss deeply and she mumbles into face and neck and hair “Please Master Please” over and over and he continues to fuck her with a huge grin. “Yes she is mine finally” he says in his head and he leans her against the nearest wall and holds onto her body tight kissing and fucking her hard all at the same time. The man after a while leans towards her ear and whispers, “Cum for your Master girl, right now” and she does just like he asks her too. Then moving his mouth to her other ear he says, “Again girl, Cum for me” and again she does because her body is his to command now and she will obey him .. always. After a few more minutes he asks her, “Do you want your Master to cum girl?” The nods “Oh yes Master I do” and the man smiles and says, “Then I will my girl” and with that his head goes back and he shoves into hard and she can feel his hot cum shooting deep into her pussy and she hears him say, “Girl! Cum Now!” The girl cums and her tense muscles squeeze his cock hard and he moans loudly still pumping in and out of her tight tense pussy. “Oh yes my girl, Your Master accepts you as his own. You are mine and like I promised girl, I am yours!” After several minutes of hard breathing by both of them the man looks into her eyes and then grins, “Do not think you are finished yet my girl for we have just begun!” And with that he carries her over to the table and drops her onto it and continues pumping his still semi hard cock in and out of her while she is sitting up looking at him. He pulls her hair away from her neck and rubs his fingers around it and grins. “You will be loved my pet from this night forward and with that he picks up the collar and puts it around her neck and locks it into place and there is almost a tear in his eye as she smiles at her. “It looks lovely my girl!” And he takes her hands and brings them up to touch the collar. “You are mine girl”. He leans down and kisses her softly as he lays her back on the table once again and continues to slowly pump his cock in and out of her over and over again while kissing her body in any place he can reach with his lips moaning softly while exploring her body more thoroughly by touch and feel. While he makes love to her softly and gently he starts running his hands up and down her arms one at a time and a few minutes later the girls feels him putting a metal cuff around wrist and then on her upper arm which is then followed by doing the same to her other arm and wrist. The girl just lays there enjoying his kisses and his cock inside her. He finds a leg and places a cuff around her thigh and then her ankle and the same with her other leg and ankle, locking them all into place. The girl isn’t scared though even though this isn’t what she expected. She trusts him to know what he is doing. Whispering in her ear he says, “One more time girl then we will do something else and with that he pulls her down to the floor and stands in front of her and opens her mouth and pushed his cock inside it and nods at her. She starts to suck and he starts to rub his hand on her head and through her hair as he stands there with his head slightly back moaning softly. “Yes girl, don’t stop” and the girl doesn’t. He tells her to lift her arms behind her head and she does and he chains them together and then holds onto both wrists with one hand while looking down at her and he tells her to look up at him and when she does his heart almost beats out of his chest. His girl holding his cock in her mouth looking up at him was one of the most beautiful sights he has ever seen and he nods his approval and keeps looking not wanting this vision of beauty to end. Before long the girls Master is hard again and he pulls out of her mouth and lifts her up to her feet and kisses her firmly yet lovingly while wrapping his hands around her and rubbing her ass. This is the only place he hasn’t claimed yet and he will now he decides and turns her around so she is facing the table and bends her over it so her cute little ass is sticking out towards him and with one hand he reaches between her thighs and spreads her legs apart and moves his hand up to the crack of her ass. He moans in anticipation as he leans his body closer to her letting his cock move up and down along the crack gently. He positions himself just right behind her and starts leaning over her and whispers, “Just relax girl” as he pushes the head of his cock toward her cute little asshole. Moving up and down the crack deeper between the ass cheeks he moves on hand around her body and seeks out her clit and starts rubbing it slightly fast as he pulls her ass out towards him more and lets his cock slip into the open. He moans loudly at the tightness of it and pushes a bit more letting more slip insider her. He starts rubbing her clit harder now so to give her something pleasant to feel as he pushes harder and lets the rest of his cock into her tight ass. Then holding onto her hip with one he starts pumping in and out of her. Slowly at first but hearing her moans he gets a bit faster and he leans down encouraging her, “Yes girl, enjoy Master’s cock because it’s yours”. To keep up with his girls moans, the man starts moving faster and faster inside her ass. The tightness of it feeling better than ever so much so that he can’t help but to go even faster. He grabs her hips with both hands and goes deeper yet until he can’t go any further and before he knows he is all out fucking her ass and his girl is moaning loudly. “Yes! My girl likes it as much as I do! He exclaims to himself. He yells at her to cum and she does and he just goes faster and harder. His balls are hitting her pussy hard and the table is rubbing her clit for him and he can’t bring himself to slow down because he has to have this ass of hers! “Girl! When I cum, you cum .. you hear?” “Yes Master, she replies and he smiles and starts concentrating on fucking her again. Her body moving back and forth across the table as he pushes and pulls his cock in and out of her ass. “Yes girl yes, your Master will cum very soon!” And after saying that the girls feels hot jets shooting off like rockets inside her ass and her Master is screaming “CUM NOW GIRL!” and she does .. and hard. He continues pumping in her as he can’t stop. He has already cum but he wants more. Over and over he continues to fuck her and she continues to cum each time he tells her too and his excitement keeps growing and driving him for more. Soon he can’t take it anymore and flips her over and forces his cock into her pussy once again and fucks her with newly found energy over and over harder and harder until he cums again. Never before has he cum 4 times so quickly but this girl is more than worth it and he would do it again if he could. But he knew he should rest and that is what he will do but first, one last time .. for now .. he looks at her and leans down on her body one last and while wrapping his arms around her and holding her tightly he whispers, “Cum one last time for your Master girl, make me proud!” and she puts her arms around him and holds him close to her body and cums. He can feel every jerk or her body and hear every moan like it was coming from him instead of her. “Yes girl, your Master is proud!” He leans down and kisses her and continues to hold her close for a few moments before picking her up and sitting down in the chair with her on his lap and his cock still pushed up inside her. He hugs her close to him and just holds her this way for a long time. After both of them have caught their breath the man asks, “Is my lovely girl hungry?” to which she replies, “Only for you Master” and that makes him smile and he hugs her close again. “Good answer my love!” He calls the server over and cancels the order and gives her 500 hundred dollars and says “We will be leaving now. But from now on when my girl and I visit this place you will be our server.” The server nods and hurries away and the man laughs. “Let’s go home love so that I may devour you once again!” And with that the man stands and closes his pants back up and puts on his shoes and leads his girl out of the restaurant on a leash and still completely naked for all to see and the girl doesn’t even flinch at the stares but instead keeps her eyes on her Master the whole time. She was his and he WILL protect her… he promised and she … trusted that to be true.

Fun with Sherry I couldn’t believe how lucky I got when my sister-in-law Sherry came to visit her sister (my wife, Cara). Sherry’s single and Cara is her only sister. I was feeling a little down at the time as I was unemployed and upset with myself for allowing myself to get out of shape and pack on some extra pounds. One morning while Cara was at work, I was lounging around on the living room sofa in a t-shirt and shorts when Sherry came into the room wearing gym shots and a t-shirt, complaining her feet were bothering her. Sherry is 40, but a knockout. The combination of her short, dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, slim figure, tight ass and 36D breasts never fails to turn me on. I often fantasize about fucking her from behind or having a threesome with Sherry and Cara. I offered to give her a foot rub, which she accepted. We made small talk while I massaged her feet, occasionally sliding a hand up to massage her calves as well. She just smiled and said the massage felt good, not commenting on my hands roaming up above her ankles. I offered to massage the rest of her legs and she said that would be nice. So I draped her feet over my legs while sitting next to her (she was laying down) and proceeded to massage her thighs, making sure my fingers stopped at the bottom of her shorts. Although I had the hots for her, I didn’t want to get her pissed off and tell Cara that I was attempting to make a pass at her, so I was very careful with how high up her legs my hands went. However I did notice that she had her eyes closed a big smile on her face. When I finished she said “that was wonderful, do you think you could massage my back?” I responded “Sure” and she asked would it be easier if she was bent over leaning on a table or flat on her stomach on the floor. I responded with bent over the table. As we got up Sherry’s foot brushed against my cock. Despite the fact that she’s never shown any interest in me I had to wonder if it was accidental or intentional. Soon I was giving her the massage, keeping my hands outside the t-shirt for fear of her telling Cara I made a pass at her. As I massaged I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra as there were no bra straps in the way of my hands. After 5-10 minutes she said to me “maybe this will make things easier for you” and proceeded to take off her shirt bringing those beautiful 36Ds into view. I stared for a minute and felt my cock begin to get hard. She just chuckled, winked, and said “You’re married to my kid sister, don’t get any ideas.” However I did get an idea and decided to throw caution into the wind. While continuing the back massage I would let my fingertips “accidentally” go under the waistband of the shorts to I was brushing them against the top of her ass, making it seem like it was part of the massage. I felt myself getting harder the longer she was bent over in front of me and topless. Then she shocked me by asking “if I said it was ok for you to make a move on me, what would you do?” With that I took a step forward so she could feel my hard-on pressing against her ass and brought my hands down off her shoulders and went directly for her breasts – caressing them in my hands and rolling the nipples between two fingers I then leaned forward licked from her neck to her ear and whispered “I’d probably start like this” She responded “that’s good, but I’m sure you can do better. let’s see what else you’ve got” So I continued the massage for another minute, once again pausing to caress her breasts while my hands were on their way down, but this time I didn’t stop at the top of her gym shorts, I proceeded to pull them down to discover that she was naked underneath. I then used two fingers to gently massage her clit, and brought the other hand up to massage her breast. I leaned into her and asked “is this better?” With that she sighed as she reached back and pulled out my cock stroking it gently and said “does this answer your question?” I told her it did and hurriedly took off my own clothes so I was naked as well. Then I stepped up right behind her and started to massage her ass, pulling the cheeks apart every so often while she continued to stroke me and caress my balls. But I couldn’t resist those magnificent breasts so I stood her up and turned her around so we were face-to-face. We shared a passionate kiss – our tongues intertwined Then I moved my mouth down and started sucking on the breasts one at a time, nibbling on the nipples while right hand was busy alternating between rubbing her clit and sliding two fingers slowly inside her All the while she was slowly stroking my cock and caressing my balls with a perfect touch. Every few strokes she’d pause to spit on her hand to make sure this prime hand job was a wet one. After a good 10-15 minutes I said “do you want me inside you” to which Sherry whispered “yes”. I turned her around and bent her over and slowly eased my wet, aching cock into her tight, wet pussy. I leaned forward to grab her breasts and held onto them as I pumped into her for several minutes alternating between quick, hard thrusts and slow pumps. She was moaning softly saying how good it felt. I pulled out and said “you might like this better” and held her ass, spreading her cheeks apart as I slowly slid my pussy-juice lubed cock into her tight ass. She groaned “yeah baby that feels so good” as I inched my way in. Once I was all the way in, I grabbed her hips and started pumping into her hard and fast. I was trying to go faster and harder with each thrust and she kept perfect time by bucking back against me, making the sound of our bodies slapping together even louder. She was rubbing her clit hard while I fucked her ass. After afew minutes she again shouted “yeah baby that feels so fucking good” and I couldn’t agree more as I felt my own orgasm starting to build. A minute later she shouted “I’m cumming!” and seconds later I shouted “So am I” and shot my load into her tight ass. As we slumped forward, our sweaty bodies pressed together, I reached forward, grabbed her tits and pulled her upright against me and said “That was fantastic, but we can’t tell Cara about this” Sherry said “Maybe we won’t, but you did disappointment me” I said “How?” Sherry said “With all the attention you were paying to my tits I thought for sure I was going to get to see you shoot your load all over them.” and with that she brought a nipple up to her tongue and licked it. I said “sorry about that” Sherry said “I’ll forgive you, however keeping it a secret from Cara will depend on one thing.” Horrified I asked “What?” Sherry gave an evil smile and said “You have to fuck me that good anytime and anywhere I want the rest of my visit.” Little did I realize how often she’d want it (to be continued…)

It seems like yesterday when I first began to email HIM. Feeling the butterflies in my stomach, when a message was in my inbox. Nervously typing my reply to HIM, making sure everything was perfect. It all began when I was at University and had access to my friend’s computer. I wasn’t a virgin at the time, but sexually naive. I had blown a guy at prom, and later that night we had sex. Plus there was the guy from next door, whom I had sex with a couple of times. However little did I know about the rabbit hole I was about to stumble into. My friend was out and she had allowed me access to her computer. I turned on the screen and there in front of me, on the screen, was a girl tied up. I had no idea why or how it got there, I never did ask. Instantly I felt wet between my legs, and could not take my eyes off the screen. I scrolled down the screen and read. It was a website for female slaves. I run my fingers across the screen and my heart pounded as I imagined it to be me. My hands shaking as I used the mouse, I looked at the pictures and read. It all seemed so exciting to me, to give oneself to another. Right then and there I knew who I was, it all made sense. It was about two weeks later that I was in a chat room for female slaves, when HE messaged me. It was like HE knew who I was. Things developed slowly, HE set me tasks and I found myself doing things, I never thought possible. I was sending photographs to HIM, finally after 6 months, I was going to visit. HE had brought the plane ticket, and I had strict instructions of what to do. I arrived at the airport and checked in; I watched as other men looked at me with lust, I had never really considered myself as a sexual object until I met HIM. I was 5 foot exactly and weighed around 110lbs. My breasts were 36B and I had a cute little ass, which I did consider my best feature. My pussy was trimmed, and my long blonde hair hung just below my shoulders. All the attention I received was HIS doing; I was wearing a very short denim skirt that just covered my ass. I had on a white tight top that covered my breasts but no bra, it stopped just above my stomach. My nipples were constantly hard at the glances I got from the men. I was told by HIM, that I had to befriend a guy and blow him in the departure lounge. I looked around the room, so nervous. There were many men watching me. I had 1 hour and 12 minutes before boarding. I was not going to let HIM down. I looked around again, and saw one man smiling at me; he was dressed in a business suit, probably around late 40’s. I stood and walked over to him, letting out a huge breath as I approached. I had no idea how I was going to start this, so I just thought honesty was best. I explained the situation, and the guy laughed. I sat confused. I went to get up and he grabbed my arm. He said that if a pretty little girl wants to suck his cock, he was more than happy to oblige. We walked to the quieter end of the departure lounge and he ushered me into the men’s washroom. I felt so dirty, but so alive. It’s hard to explain, like my first real task to please HIM, and I would do everything to make sure I completed it right. I could only imagine HIM being so proud of me blowing this complete stranger. The guy walked into the stall and I followed, he lowered the seat and sat on it. I almost forgot. I went into my purse and pulled out a letter. HE had mailed it to me a week previous, and it was to be given to my blow job choice. The guy opened the letter and read. He put the letter into his pocket and unzipped his pants and leaned back. I had no choice but to kneel on the washroom floor, I pulled his penis from his pants and already it was hard and coated in precum. I could smell the musty scent of his cock, but closed my eyes and started to gently lick the head, swallowing a mixture of his pre cum and my own saliva. I slowly licked down the shaft and he stood and removed his pants. He sat back down; legs wide open so I could lick his balls. Doing this above the toilet was somehow even more erotic for me. All the time I was thinking how pleased He would be. I really started to get into this; even small moans escaped my mouth, as I licked up and down his shaft. The guy grabbed me by the hair and aimed his cock at my mouth. I took it in slowly, and then he rammed it deep into my throat, my throat opening as his cock forced me to gag. He held his cock there, I was struggling to breathe. He pulled me away and seconds later, his cock was deep in my throat again. I tried to suck, and do a good job but he was just fucking my mouth. My carefully applied make up streaming down my face, as tears flowed from my eyes, at the constant gagging. I could hear his groaning, and I timed my breathing so I could get a small amount of air in my lungs before my airway was blocked. Finally I felt his body convulse and his movements slowed as he came. I had no choice but to swallow, as his cock sent the cum straight down my throat. The guy stood and told me he had something to do from the letter. I lifted my skirt and the guy told me to bend over. I did and this guy bit my ass so hard. I squealed and tears began to flow again. He also informed me I was not to remove or reapply my makeup. The guy thanked me and said he would look forward to seeing me again. He left the washroom. I sat and calmed myself. I reached around and touched my ass. Small spots of blood were on my finger from the bite, and I could feel the raised lump. I adjusted my skirt and left the stall; I walked over to the mirror and looked at my face. Luckily it was not too bad, just a lot of mascara smudges. I slowly crept out of the washroom. I did not see the guy whom I blew; I think he may have been on a different flight. On the plane I tried to relax, but my heart pounded in my ears. I nearly jumped when the fasten seat belts sign came on to say we were landing. Once off the plane, I had to tell myself to calm a few times. As I exited the arrival doors, it took me only seconds to see HIM. He stood around 6 foot 3 and was close to 200lbs. HIS blue eyes piercing my skin, as he smiled. I watched HIM looking at the other men watching me. HIS smile grew. I felt the moisture between my legs. As I got closer I could not help but run. I dropped my bag at HIS feet and wrapped my legs around HIM. The first kiss was insane. His tongue searching my mouth, me biting his lip, I was so close to cumming in HIS arms. HIS powerful arms, so many times I dreamt of this moment. HIS firm hand was on my ass, as he held me close. HE put me on the floor and steadied me as I swayed. HE whispered in my ear “Welcome slut.” I smiled widely and it was at that point my heart froze. HIS face changed as he looked at the wet spot on HIS black shirt, from my pussy. HE took my arm and dragged me from the airport. We got out into the parking lot; it was around 7.30pm, so thankfully it was getting dark. HE opened the trunk and tossed my purse inside. “You have a very important decision to make right now.” HE said squeezing my arm hard. Even by the simplest of actions, my pussy continued to remind me of how excited I was just to have HIS attention. “What is the decision?” I asked softly, trying not to let HIM hear the fear in my voice. HE went to the front of the car, and returned with a box. HE opened it and inside was a soft black collar. HE had discussed collaring with me, but I did not think it would happen so soon. We had discussed many times the implications of being collared and I knew what HE was giving up for me. He pulled from HIS back pocket a return plane ticket. “Your choice.” HE said loudly. HIS voice, waking me from a mini daydream. I had no hesitation in reaching my hand out for the collar. He took the collar from the box and fastened it around my neck. He leaned in and kissed my neck, biting my ears, as I leant my head back letting a large groan escape. He pulled back, looked at me and for the first time I really took HIM in, it’s strange but with my collar now firmly in place, HE was even more intimidating than I first thought. “Now we have a few issues to deal with before we leave.” HE ran his hand over my ass. I winced as HE found the bite mark. “So, my slut completed task one.” HE said with a smile. “Yes” I replied. “Instantly HE grabbed my hard nipple and twisted until I whimpered. “Yes....WHAT??” “Yes Master” I moaned. “Plus there is a little matter of this. “ HE pointed to the mark on his shirt. I swallowed hard. “Lean into my trunk” He demanded. I leant into HIS trunk without hesitating. My head was resting on the carpet in the trunk, as I felt HIM lift my skirt to my waist. I had no panties on as HE had requested, and I was so embarrassed. I could only pray no one would see. HIS first strike took me totally off balance, and I held myself up with my hands. My skin burning from the first hit. “Thank You Master.” I said, knowing this is what HE expected. Two through eight were painful, but I could cope. Thanking HIM each time, a blow was delivered to my right ass cheek. For nine and ten, he delivered them with HIS leather belt. Tears were rolling down my face. I tried so hard to hold my tears in; I wanted to be such a good slave. Finally he finished with one final blow, delivered with the belt buckle over the bite mark. It was at that point I nearly blacked out, and he lifted me and let me collapse in the trunk. To be continued…..

Do you ever get tired of sucking my dick? Not at all why? Because I love it. Look at it. There's so much to suck on. I'm just trying to finish it. You're too kind. You're hella _big_. Stop it, you're giving me a boner. Good, I'll suck that one too. Ever think the balls are going to dry up? Those balls? Not in this lifetime. They're so full, it would take me _and_ a couple of girlfriends to unload those bad boys. well...? You want to get them so we can all give it a go? Only the ones with really nice tits. sure enough. around my size? uh yeah...what are those? 38? Let's see...yeah, I think. 36-38...C cups and does nipple size matter? Not at all. In fact titty size doesn't matter either but that cup thing you mentioned should do the trick. B to D's. No smaller (unless they _really_ suck a mean dick) and no bigger so that my dick doesn't pale in comparison. What? you're dick is _looong_ there's no "making it look smaller" It's thick and sturdy, fat and yummy. Gimme some more of that stick now! I want you to ram it as far down my throat as you can. Make your balls hit my lip. Here, I won't even hold the base. I'll grab your ass and help you..uuuunnnnnnnnggggggg...nnggnggg...hhnnnggg Thanks, I was hoping you would let me do that.

"What is that?" "It's, uh, my dick." "Why do you have it on my desk?" "Because I want your opinion." "It's...nice. I could put it to good use. I mean, if it were available." "I've got plans for it if things go the way I hope." "Your _hope_ is getting bigger. Maybe we should call it the 'Great White Hope'?" "Yeah, it is, isn't it? I'd better act fast." "Really. And what are you going to do with it?" "Well, I was thinking about...maybe after you give it a good suck, I would fuck you with it. What do you think?" "Is that a hard fuck or a good suck and more hopes?" "Definitely a hard fucking and I'll throw in a reciprocal sucking. Say your tits and your clit? I'll even give your pussy lips a good tongue bath." "Tongue my ass and it's a deal." "done...but first, do you swallow?" "By the looks of that fucker, I don't think I'll have a choice. Not that I mind but...let's be real. If I get that thing anywhere near my throat, it's a done deal." "How about you let me tittie-fuck you to pad the thrust?" "I think you'd better talk me into it. I mean, of course I will let you have your way with me. I've wanted to since I first saw you walk in the office. But, I don't want to seem easy and besides, I love sexy talk. Can you manage?" "I'll give it my best shot." "go for it...big guy" "Show me your tits Natalie." Natalie glanced at Jack's offering. The brown thumper that he rested on the counter of the office's reception area window and wondered where he had put that thing in the past. He surely gave it heartily to some of the other office girls. Vivian, Jenny, Julia for sure. She had heard stories but never really wanted to believe them. Mainly because she knew in her heart (more like in her pussy and at the tips of her aroused nipples) that he would eventually point it in her direction. She watched as he would come into the office in the mornings, that shanker floating lazily in his boxers. Teasing her with his slender, athletic form hosting his thumper. She wondered how hard it could get, if she would soon be the one challenged to find out but mostly how thick he was and if it curved at all when fully erect. Today was the day. Natalie was built nicely. She had curves in all the right places. She had fun titties that in the wrong eyes might look like they were a little small but to Jack size didn't matter in the least. They were what titties were supposed to look like. Beautiful, full, round, soft and smooth. "Boobies" that hang from a woman's shoulders like a couple of ripe plums (or tomatoes or melons or any other smooth, tight, and geometrically sound food item). In the end, they have to hold their own. Complete with well qualified nipples and areolas just begging to be nibbled and sucked. Natalie wore very loose fitting clothes but you could tell immediately that her chest was well shaped. That and the fact that she flashed them to him one day while looking for 'something' she dropped down her cleavage. He _knew_ they were nice. Cotton bra or no cotton bra, the shape of her titties couldn't be denied. Her waist and hips were gentle curves that said woman all over them. Sometimes you could see the underside of her boob when she would lean over a desktop. Her hip-hugger jeans packed her uncommon latina ass in like it was a natural. But nothing compared to her tits. They were solid and yet soft, shapely and yet they hung naturally off of her shoulders like they were being dangled over Jack's open mouth. Ripe, smooth and tipped with a perky little nipple. On the bottom of her chest but on the top of the bulb of her breast. Gravy boats never looked so good. She rounded the corner stripped down to her white cotton panties and the bounce of her chest made Jack's heart skip. "Damn, you are georgeous!, your body is tight!" She noticed his member was already standing at full attention. "Looks like something else is getting tight. It's like a puppy! struggling to greet me..." She reached for his balls without thinking; holding one in the palm of her hand and the other rolling over the fingers of her little hand. "You're bigger than I expected Jack. Your balls are awesome." She cupped his nuts and tugged them down and pushed them back between his thighs so that his cock would get harder. She wanted to see if his tool would shape up the way that she had imagined it. Without thinking she was on her knees and had the spongy head of his thickened and throbbing thumper between her lips, her tongue massaging the sensitive area beneath his mushroom cap. She turned her head to the side and let it press against the inside of her cheek. Then she let go of Jack's shaft and put her free hand on his ass. If he wasn't mistaken, she began to play the Spirit of 76 on his dick. She gummed over his cock with her lips over her teeth and went up and down the length of it. Inch by inch until her nose and cheek was nuzzled into his pubic hair and she could feel his nut sack with her tongue. He was in heaven. So much in fact that he no longer wanted to admire her body but go to work on it. He pushed her on to her back with his dick by rotating it into the center of her mouth, drove it as far as he could into her throat until she gave way and slid off of the end of his now raging hard boner. She laid back and became instantly picturesque. Her legs coiled a little bit over each other accentuating the curve of her hips and her arms folded in like wings to cover her bosom. Jack took ahold of her ankle and straightened her legs just enough to pull her panties off. Just as he finished, he ran his lips and tongue the length of her toned and tanned leg. Her foot still in his hand, he leaned into her and found his mark with the head of his rigid dick. She lifted her ass only slightly and he wiggled his way between her already wet and swollen pussy lips. It was so perfect that he drove the shaft in as far as he could without pushing his nuts into her. She welcomed every full and veiny inch. Her breath lifted, her chest heaved and then shoved back against him to drive his tool deep into her pussy. They immediately began fucking wildly. Jack knew that Natalie would be a wild ride. She bucked and fucked, moaned and groaned. wiggled and squirmed, yelling "Fuck the shit out of my pussy Jack! Give me that fuckin' dick like no one has ever had it! I want all of it! Fuck me, fuck me, FUCK MEeeeeee!" She came like a wild pony thrashing her head back and forth "Fuck me hard!" He fucked her harder. "Fuck me with that big fat incredible dick!" He pinched her nipple with his teeth. Hard but not too hard as he grabbed her hips and pushed her torso forcefully into his groin, flexing his cock as he drove all 8 inches into her swollen, velvety box. "You like this dick don't you Natalie? Want to take it from behind?" "YES!" He flipped her over, regained his grip on her hips and blindly drove his shaft into her open pussy. She was tight but her gate was fully open. He could feel her pussy lips grabbing at his thick and swollen meat. He could see them wrapped around his tool as he pulled out. Only to shove them back in. All the way to the balls everytime. He felt her titties as they swayed under his pumping. "Fuck. Your body is amazing!" He was really into her body. She wasn't even there anymore. He had fucked the voice out of her. Now there was only grunting and heavy breathing. He fucked her even harder. Using her tits as his new grip. She never missed a beat. She moved in perfect sync to his pumping, his balls slapping her ass, his thighs smacking her thighs. Then Felix showed up. He was in the shadows. Jacking off by the looks of it. His boner was already for action. He didn't have to say a word as Natalie swallowed the thick and long cock of this new partner. He fucked her mouth, she sucked his cock, Jack drove the pussy with his king sized organ. Hump-ing-pump-ing...suck-ing-slurp-ing...Felix' dick was huge. He was about a foot taller than Jack so one would expect it was bigger than his. But...it wasn't too far off. Jack had a 8incher and Felix was probably 9 or so. They were both thick and straight. They were like a shish-kabob skewering Natalie in a piston-like motion for what seemed like forever until Natalie began to moan a little higher. Then higher...nnnnngggghhhh!....higher....nnnnngggghhhh!....until she screamed...muffled with Felix' dick in her mouth, still fucking her head. Jack fucked her into a 2 minute orgasm that caused her to suck on Chis' tool so vigorously that he came all over her face. Jack wasn't far behind, spewing cum all over her sweating back. It glistened against her light brown skin and pooled around the tattoo on the small of her back. They all collapsed into a pile of human flesh breathing hard and taking turns saying "Wow.", "Holy shit", "damn, that was awesome."

Mahesh was least bothered about attending the wedding of his cousin. After a lot of coaxing from his family, he finally agreed to go. Mahesh loved his job and the city of Bangalore, where he worked. It was difficult for him to leave this city and travel to the small town where his cousin’s marriage was scheduled. He knew that he would be given loads of work during the wedding under the pretext of taking up responsibility which he absolutely hated. The wedding was the time to look at the pretty women and not work. Tall, well built and sharp features made Mahesh a cynosure of female eyes. At the office or outside he always liked the attention he got and wished he could be the hunk that all imagine him to be. Mahesh knew deep inside that in spite of his killer looks, he was a shy person and could hardly muster the courage to walk up to a woman and have a conversation. In fact, although he was 26 years in age, he was still a virgin. He had a girlfriend in college, the only relationship of his life, which was a short-lived one as his girlfriend couldn’t understand his shyness and slow reciprocation in the relationship. Now although working in an MNC with so many beautiful damsels around, Mahesh always found something lacking in him to make the perfect move to impress a woman. “All ready for the trip,” asked his father on the phone. His parents had already been to the venue two days in advance. “Yes, I am leaving today evening.” Kavya was excited since the past week with all the shopping she had been doing. She was thrilled right from the day her best-friend told her about her marriage. She would be meeting a good number of old friends from her school and college. The only part that she was unhappy with was the fact that her husband would not be accompanying her on this trip. Married for 4 years, she was deeply in love with her husband and found nothing lacking in him. Be it the way he treated her or their sexual life, she found herself lucky to have such a wonderful husband. Always wanting the company of her husband, this would be the first time she would be going out of the station without his company. “Perfect, you would give the bride some stiff competition on the most beautiful woman at the wedding.” teased her husband as Kavya stood in front of the mirror analyzing her looks. She blushed. Kavya was 28 years old; although many thought she was much younger. Medium height, slim personality, a pretty face and wonderful curves, she knew that when men looked at her they had a burning desire deep inside their hearts. ***** The town of Kalwal was dusty and noisy. Kavya felt very uncomfortable and lonely on reaching the new place. The auto ride seemed never ending and after half an hour of coughing on Kalwal’s roads, she reached the home of her dearest childhood friend-the bride. It was a huge bungalow with many rooms and a big courtyard in the middle. “You are late,” her friend greeted Kavya with an angry glare and a warm hug, “Get ready quickly. We are all moving out for the Sangeet ceremony.” “Sorry dear, but I still made it, where are our other friends.” “Everyone ditched me, at least you came. Now get ready quickly. I need to go now, getting late for the Sangeet.” “It’s not here? How will I know where to come?” Kavya enquired. “Offcourse it’s not here silly, all the events have been arranged at the Grand Hotel lawns and function hall. This place is too small.” “Small?” Kavya looked around at the huge vastness of the place and the multiple rooms in 3 floors. It almost looked like a hotel. “Don’t worry baby, you fresh up, I will make sure there is someone to get you to the venue. Hang on…” Kavya looked across the courtyard, “Mahesh, where are you?” she shouted. Mahesh strode up to her cousin trying hard not to ogle at the beautiful lady beside her. Mahesh’s eyes lit up on what Kavya was telling him. “Wow, to be with this gorgeous lady as her personal guide. This is fantastic.” he thought to himself. “….show her a nice room, Mahesh. Are you even listening to me?” chided the bride angrily. In a few minutes, the entire bungalow was empty except for a few servants and wedding organizers. Everyone in the bride’s family had left except for Mahesh and Kavya. “This is heavy,” said Mahesh lifting Kavya’s suitcase. “Oops, I packed all my good sarees and jewelry. Guess I over packed.” she smiled. Mahesh smiled and led the way, there was a room on the first floor where his cousin asked Kavya to be put in. His heart, however, told him to go to the third floor and pick the room just opposite his. The third floor was relatively empty, the first two floors being packed up with relatives. Mahesh’s heart skipped a beat as he led Kavya to the third floor his mind cooking up all possibilities that can happen with her around. Climbing the stairs behind him, Kavya couldn’t help but notice his well-built body. Mahesh was really handsome, the kind of guy whom girls refer to as eye candy, she smiled. “Here is your room and I am in the opposite room. As soon as you are done call me.” smiled Mahesh. “Thanks a lot. I shall be ready in 15 minutes” He waited for almost half an hour in his room and yet there was no sign of Kavya. It was a wonderful time as he fantasized about her in every possible way. He felt an urgent need to release the tension in his pants but didn’t want to be late for the Sangeet. He went and knocked on Kavya’s door. “Who is it?” a voice came from inside. “It’s me, Mahesh” “Come in Mahesh, I am almost done” Mahesh walked into a beautiful sight. Kavya was sitting in front of the mirror, combing her hair. She was all dressed up for the event, in an orange semi transparent chiffon saree with a nice cut blouse. Her silky hair, about medium in length, was bouncing as she was combing it. Mahesh went and stood behind her, oblivious to the fact that he was having an erection that was clearly visible to Kavya. He admired every curve of her body as he stood behind her. Kavya noticed the look in his eyes and the bulge in his pants. She usually did not like such attention but the fact that she was away from her husband and such a handsome man was ogling at her in private made her will a lot weaker. “What’s up in the Sangeeth,” she tried to change the mood. “Dance performances by various groups till 9, dinner till 10 and then the dance floor is open for couples” “Couple dance? in Kalwal?” she smiled. “Yeah, sounds odd na, but people here want to imitate the city way of Sangeeth and hence the attempt. Of course, it’s for young married couples only although the elders would leave by 10 pm” “Guess I will be back by then too” “Why you don’t like to dance?” asked Mahesh. “No, I love to dance but what will I do watching the couples dance” “Well I will dance with you If you are ok with it?” said Mahesh, almost cursing himself for what he just blurted out. It almost seemed like he was hitting on her. “Let’s see.” she smiled. ***** The Sangeeth was a typical fare, starting with kids dancing to Bollywood numbers followed by friends of the groom doing a short play and the bride and groom enacting their love story through a musical. All the time Mahesh sat looking at Kavya, who was seated in the front rows with the ladies. By dinner time, Mahesh was slightly high on liquor. He noticed Kavya getting up and walking towards the exit door. Was she leaving? He was waiting eagerly for a chance to dance with her. He walked at a brisk pace towards her and met her almost at the exit. “Leaving?” “No, searching for the washroom.” A sigh of relief, “Let me show you, it’s on the backside.” he walked beside her. The alcohol made Kavya look even hotter. As soon as they reached the washrooms in a sudden move that was more instinctive than planned, Mahesh put his arm around her waist and said, “See you on the dance floor”. A second later he cursed himself on his act, what was he even thinking about, she is a married woman. In the washroom Kavya looked at herself in the mirror, she felt bad the way Mahesh was trying to hit on her but deep inside there was a wild happiness she felt. Away in a different place, where no one knew her, no one judged her; she was receiving flirtatious attention from a handsome guy. It was mixed feelings inside her heart, one of contempt and the other of the college day’s rush that she felt when men courted her. Nobody would know if she danced with him, “What’s the harm?” she thought. Her cell rang, stopping her thoughts abruptly. It was her friend, the bride “Come over to my changing room, quickly.” People were going to the buffet stands for the dinner as Kavya made way to her friend’s room. The room was filled with around 4-5 women, all in the same age group as her. Neatly arranged on the table were few glasses. “Cocktails for us,” smiled the bride “away from the judgmental eyes of everyone”. The girls had a good time and by the time the announcement of the open dance floor came. There was a slight spring in their step and a mild numbness in their minds. It was almost 11 pm in the night and the dance floor was practically empty. Almost all the guests had left, except for around 20 people who stayed back to dance. With no proper lighting facility as in the cities, the hotel organizers just switched off all the lights except for a few necessary, to create a romantic ambiance. Although what it really did was to make the hall very dark and give more privacy to the people. Kavya noticed Mahesh walking towards her. This was going to be embarrassing if he asked her to dance in front of her friend. She quickly turned towards the bride who was beside her. “I think I should leave now” “Why, what’s the hurry, stay back till we are all done and moreover you like to dance” “But what would I do standing alone and watching you, moreover I am tired from the journey.” Mahesh was almost close to them and caught the attention of the bride. “See here is Mahesh. Why don’t you dance with him? Mahesh, come here, are you going back…don’t go. Stay with Kavya and give her company ok, she will be bored at the house anyway” Mahesh nodded his head, trying hard to conceal his delight. The bride pulled Kavya aside and whispered in her ear “Don’t worry, Mahesh is a simple guy, all cousins make fun of him, he lacks in confidence when speaking to a girl. He is a gentleman with good intentions, so don’t worry about him” “Gentleman? Good intentions? My foot” Kavya thought to herself. The music soon began, at first, Kavya and Mahesh just danced without any physical contact. Everyone else was holding each other. Some were just swaying in each other’s arms while some were attempting desi versions of salsa and tango. After a few minutes, Mahesh summed up the courage to speak “Can I hold you and dance” Kavya didn’t answer and continued dancing with a dignified smile. After a while, she said yes, whether it was the romantic number being played out or the effect of the numbness in her mind didn’t matter to her anymore. Mahesh was on a similar alcohol induced high, and being a person who never danced with a woman before, he held her too tight and too close. The proximity was something that was uncomfortable to Kavya but Mahesh’s grip was too strong for her to wiggle out. She tried telling him but her voice was downed by the music. After dancing in that position for a minute she thought that neither was she enjoying the dance nor the company, so decided to let go of the pangs of morality that troubled her mind. From then on she danced leisurely not worrying about the closeness with Mahesh. More cocktails flowed in and more dancing followed. Soon she felt the strong chest of Mahesh and the contours of his shoulder muscles as she danced with him. She wasn’t sure whether she liked the way one of Mahesh’s arm holding her waist tightly, but after some thought decided to enjoy the moment rather than analyze it. She held on to him and for the first time looked directly into his eyes as she danced. Wow, the piercing black eyes, he was indeed very handsome. Mahesh didn’t know from where he got the confidence that he was exhibiting on the dance floor. If only he had been half this confident in his life he wouldn’t have been single. When he had to put one arm around her waist he didn’t do it the normal way. He first put his palm beside her navel near the exposed midriff of the saree and then slid the hand slowly around her waist till it reached her back. He felt her soft waist flesh as he pulled her closer to him. He pulled her close enough to feel the softness of her breasts and have a peek of her cleavage. For a moment both let go of each other as a waiter approached them with cocktails. He watched her as her thirsty throat gulped down the entire glass in one go. “I need to go to the changing room,” she handed him the empty glass. “Why?” “Need to find my band to get my hair into a pony. It’s getting hot in here.” He stood in the semi darkness watching her from the back, how beautiful she looked from the back. Keeping the glass aside Mahesh walked behind her to the changing room. She stood with her back towards him, going through her handbag to find that band. “Why are you following me, it doesn’t look good,” she glanced back on hearing the noise. Mahesh stood there admiring her back, “Are you having a good time?” “Yes,” she smiled as she put her hair into a pony. This made her slender neck visible and Mahesh moved towards her. He hugged her from behind, hugged her so close that he could feel his manhood against her soft ass. “What are you doing?” Kavya protested Mahesh just held onto her and kissed her neck softly. “What if someone walks in, leave……” Kavya’s voice went softer as Mahesh kissed her neck. Now slowly he brought his palms upwards till they reached her breasts. He felt the softness of her mounds as he squeezed them slowly. There was no protest from Kavya now, just her rapid breathing as he continued pressing her breasts while kissing her neck. The moment soon came to an end as the music stopped outside and brought back the two to their normal senses, lest anyone would discover them. ***** The Sangeeth was over and after one last drink as a toast for the soon to be a wedded couple; the entire group started the journey back home. Kavya and Mahesh were in different cars but their thoughts were with each other throughout the journey. Kavya could feel the wetness between her thighs, she found it hard to recollect when was the last time she felt so turned on. When they reached home Kavya tried to find Mahesh but couldn’t find him. He appeared a few minutes later as her friend called her. “Stay with me in my room tonight, we are going to play a game of cards, all gals club.” beamed the bride as she went on explaining, “We can catch up too on lots of gossips, from tomorrow evening it’s going to be really hectic for me, won’t get the time with you. First, there is puja tomorrow, then the day after tomorrow the wedding in the early hours and reception in the evening.” “Sure let me just freshen up and come,” Kavya said wondering deep inside what new things would unfold once she goes to her room and Mahesh comes up. As she made her way to the stairs she heard Mahesh’s name being called out, some arrangements for the next day weren’t yet done and the uncle’s wanted the young folk to ensure completion by working through the night. Kavya felt relieved knowing that Mahesh wouldn’t be coming up. Her relief was only shortlived as soon she saw Mahesh climbing the stairs behind her. What now, her heart started beating fast. The corridor light wasn’t yet turned on the third floor. As Kavya stretched her hand to switch on the light, Mahesh held her hand back. He caught hold of her and turned her around in a swift move. Before Kavya could realize what was happening and react, Mahesh drew her closer and his lips met hers. There was just a moment’s resistance from her before she opened her mouth and allowed his tongue in. As Mahesh’s tongue found a way and started exploring her mouth, Kavya’s hands held his head and shoulders tightly. It was a passionate kiss from the beginning and soon each other’s hands were exploring the other’s body while their tongues were embracing. They kissed for a couple of minutes after which his hand slid inside her waistcoat and inner’s and made way deep inside. She caught hold of his hand, “No, I need to go down immediately, not now.” “Even I need to go, let’s do it quickly, I bought protection on the way home,” he begged. “No, they may come up looking for us.” she stopped his hand again. “I need you badly Kavya,” he pleaded. She wanted him too but was scared of being discovered. She looked at his handsome eyes and paused for a few seconds, held his hand and led him to her room. “We need to be quick, real quick.” she re-emphasized while closing the door. She left the light off as there was a dim light streaming through the windows. She lifted her saree up and removed her panty. “I cannot undress and wear the saree again, it’s too time-consuming”. This was the first time that Mahesh was looking at a vagina. His penis was throbbing with anticipation as he removed his clothes and wore a condom. Kavya lied down on the bed and Mahesh climbed on her. She wanted to hold his manhood and feel it but before she could do anything she felt a hard thrust against her vagina. With the wetness of her pussy his penis slid very quickly into her and soon his entire penis was deep inside her. Mahesh was endowed with good length and girth making Kavya moan relishing the feel of him inside her. Soon their lips locked again as Mahesh started making slow thrusts. Kavya lifted her legs up in the air and locked them around Mahesh drawing him even closer to her. This made Mahesh increase his speed. Kavya felt a sense of bliss very early; she knew it wouldn’t be long before she would orgasm. Very rarely did it happen that without any foreplay and without even getting nude, she got turned on so much that she was almost feeling the begin of an orgasm. “Faster,” she moaned into his ear as she pulled him even closer. Mahesh was on frenzy now, this was the first time he was doing it and soon he was on cloud nine. Her vaginal muscles twitched as her orgasm started to begin, “Ohhhh baby …….” she let out a lustful high pitched moan, no longer worried about being heard by anyone. Hearing her made him so high that he could feel that he was ready to cum. With a low groan, he continued as he felt the first squirts of his juices getting released. Kavya pulled his face towards her and kissed as she orgasmed at the same time. They embraced each other in that position till they were completely drained of their love juices. Mahesh collapsed on the bed beside her with a smile on his face while Kavya sat on the bed arranging her saree. “I need to leave now,” she said as her phone started ringing, “They must be waiting for me.” “It was wonderful, the best day of my life.” whispered Mahesh. Kavya smiled sarcastically, “Come on, this is just a quickie, we weren’t even naked, there was no foreplay, there were a lot of things missing. You will have your best day but not today.” Mahesh smiled at her as she opened the door and said goodbye. “I will come to the room after my work is done Kavya” “Just be careful, we will get enough opportunities in the next 2 days but don’t make it too obvious.” she warned. Mahesh smiled and stared at the ceiling with content.

Part I: It was a long a tiring day running errands and going on a hike. My owner and I get home and don't waste much time before we are both naked cuddling on the bed. My face is right by her left nipple and I can't help myself so I playfully kiss and suck it a few times hearing her breath shorten into bursts of desire. I rest my head back in the crook of her arm but can't help myself and play with her nipple a little more. She grabs my head and moves me over. I move above her to go for her right nipple. It's the one that really gets her going. "That's not what I meant." she says with a slight irritation. We both know that she wasn't pushing my head to her other nipple. "What do you want then?" I ask quizzically with a smirk. She knows I want to hear her say it. That's part of the fun for me. She doesn't reply immediately but waits a bit just to tease me. A few more moments pass and she gives me what I want. "Suck my dick, Bella." she says calmly and firmly. She used my pet name! I haven't even earned it yet! I excitedly go down and push her throbbing clit into my mouth. I've learned to pull back the skin to expose the tip more and she goes into her quiet pleasure. "Good girl." she says as I push her clit to the back of my throat. I am trying to get better at deep throating and she knows I want the practice. "You're a really good pet." she manages to get out. Her legs have twitched a few times now. I've already got her deep in. She's already saying more than she normally does and it sends me into a frenzy. I push her clit deeper into my throat than I normally do and moan at her words. "Mmm you're getting better." her legs have gone straight a few times now and have twitched, sure signs she might be at the edge of orgasm. I moan and mew as my slobber runs down her hard clit. Something triggers in my brain when I know she's about to orgasm and I can't help but moan out "MMMHMM" a few times. It normally sends her over the edge but this time she relaxes her legs and I know I have more to do. "You're really good at that." my mind is racing. Her clit bobs up and down in my mouth and I try to get her into my throat as many times as possible before the gag reflex kicks in. She knows I'm trying to push myself and she holds back her orgasm. "I can't wait to tie you up and fuck your throat." we talked about this. I immediately imagine the reward for being able to be throat fucked by her. I want to have the rope tied around my arms and legs and take her curved beautiful clit deep in my face. "I've always wanted to own a little slut like you." This does it for both of us. The energy ramps up and she starts to twitch. She is nearing orgasm. I let out my "MMMHMM!" excitedly a few times and her breath quickens. She's quiet when she orgasms but her breath is the tell tale sign. Her legs and body start to twitch wildly and she grabs my head as her clit starts to throb. Feeling it pulse against my tongue is such an amazing feeling as we both lose ourselves in the moment. We breath heavily as I pull myself up to lay beside her again. I haven't orgasmed yet and my body is pulsing with desire. I gently claw at her and trace her skin and she seems to be falling asleep. "Do I get anything?" "Nope!" her words hit like a freight train. Was I a bad girl? Certainly no! I just did a great job I think! No this was something else. What is she playing at? I groan in displeasure as my mind races. She knows I'm losing my mind and stays silent. "For how long?" I ask hoping this is just her getting me worked up for later. "Maybe a couple of months." she says. Her voice isn't stern but it's not playful. She has played a lot of poker and her skills are really showing now. I gasp and moan and I squirm with desire. Am I just to be tortured? "I don't know if I can do that." I say hoping maybe I won't have to face months of nothing. "Are you going to play with yourself without asking?" she gets up to shower and spanks me a few times leaving me on the bed writhing wondering what I'm going to do. "No!" "Good girl." ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Part II: We are getting our hair dyed today and we both need to shower with some shampoo we bought to get all the oils out of our hair so the color will stick. I've been super excited about getting both of our hair done but now I'm a mess. She comes over with the key from the desk and unlocks my collar. After pulling the lock off, she slowly lets the leather drag across my neck. She knows I hate having my collar removed but it can't come to the shower with it on so she drags out the moment. "So nothing at all?" I ask. I know she likes begging and I start to wonder if this is a ploy to get me to beg her to let me orgasm. "You can't play with your clit. I want to see if I can make you come without you playing with yourself" she says. "Can I still use dildoes and stuff?" please? Anything? "Of course!" the air clears. I know the game now. She is going to get me trained to orgasm without touching my clit. This is a game I can play. "I always take care of my pets." she says before getting into the shower. I clean out with our bidet. Seriously if you don't have a bidet, get one. It will change your life. We both suds up our hair and hold each other close. Showering together is so amazing. I love feeling our bodies together as the warm water falls around us. I wait for her to mark me as she likes to do but not today it seems. I quietly lament to myself and rinse my hair. I open my eyes and she's gone. She is always so quick. "Hey babe?" I ask. "Yes babe?" I see her shadow. She is drying off her hair and brushing it. "Can I use a dildo?" "Of course!" the shadow vanishes and I stand under the warm running water with anticipation. Which toy will she choose for me? It's the yule log. This black dildo is the most amazing toy I've ever owned. It was gifted to me by my old roomie and dear friend and quickly became my go to. It's called the yule log because my old roomie couldn't use it enjoyably and decided to make a sex themed yule scene with it. I love it so much. I reach out happily and put some conditioner on it for lube. Look I know that it's not a great idea but this is a rubber dildo and the conditioner doesn't mess up the material...also, it makes it feel more raw. She's not watching me but I slowly start to push it in. I'm standing still and get the tip in. Every time it's a challenge in the beginning. It's just so big! I push it a little deeper then....push it all the way in. As far as I can anyway. I have yet to take the entire thing. I pull and push a few times and fall to my knees. My legs tingle with electricity as I pound myself. I can't keep myself quiet and start to let out little whimpers as it starts to beat against my insides. I know I'm not allowed to touch my clit so I support myself with my other hand against the shower wall. Warm water rushes over me and I start to pound myself as hard as I can. Maybe I'll orgasm this first time. It feels so good. My arm gets tired so I switch out. Keep pounding. My whimpers grow louder and her head pokes around the shower curtain. "Can you do it for me?" I ask. She happily agrees to and I bend over on all fours to let her slam the yule log into me. She's harder on me than I am and I start to moan loudly. She pushes it deeper that I do and my mind goes wild. My body becomes lost as I try to keep myself steadied but eventually it all goes too intense and I drop to the shower floor. The yule log falls as she lets go and watches me lay there breathing heavy. I didn't make it to orgasm this time. This is just the beginning of a journey. I can't wait to see what happens to me next. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

After two years of knowing Spitz, I finally am going to be able to let him take me! I have been training every day for 6 months since surgery and I am so happy to have the first real cock that enters my new vagina be his. I’ve tasted the sweet cum dripping from his throbbing cock and am so excited for him to breed me! Hugo just texted me saying that the room is ready for me and that everyone is ready to watch. My heart is pounding so fast. I’ve dreamed of this for so long. So much has changed since that day 2 years ago. ********************************************************************************************************************* My wife and I had finally saved up enough $$ to buy a place. We didn’t have much furniture but this was our home. We were cuddling on the couch when there was a knock on the door. I could see the outline of their bodies through the glass. A tall man with bright hair and some sort of large dog waited for me to answer. I undid the deadbolt and cracked the door a bit. The dog immediately tried to jump. “Down boy! Down!” the dog sat like he was told looking up at his human. “Sorry about him. He can get a little crazy. I wanted to introduce myself and this mostly good boy here to you! I’m Hugo Senza and this is Spitz. We are your neighbors!” He was beautiful. Clearly a German Shepard mix of some sort but larger than most I had seen. He looked powerful. I was happy that he was being so obedient. “Hi! I’m Lyra Green.” I said with a smile. “Can I pet him?” “Sure! Just go slow. We are still getting him trained.” I reached down to pet Spitz and he started licking my hand. Hugo tried to stop him at first but after I smiled and kneeled down to let Spitz lick my face, Hugo realized I didn’t mind. “He likes you” Hugo said with a chuckle. “I like him too! He’s so pretty! What kind of dog is he?” “He’s half German Shepard, and half wolf. We saved him from a shelter about a year ago. He’s still kind of a puppy….just big.” “Hey babe? Who is it?” My wife called from the living room. “Come here! Come meet our neighbors Hugo and Spitz!” I called back. The four of us stood on the porch and talked with Hugo and played with Spitz for a while. Hugo wanted us to get friendly with Spitz because he was incredibly territorial and protective. Also occasionally Hugo and his wife Margaret went on business trips and needed someone to dog-sit if we were interested. Of course I was interested! I already loved Spitz. It was at the end of our first meeting that day when it happened. I was playing throwing a stick Spitz had found and noticed he was getting excited. I saw his cock starting to peek out of its sheath. My first thought was that I wanted to taste him and I knew I was in trouble. My clit started leaking in my panties at the thoughts and I guess Spitz noticed because he gave up on the stick and buried his nose in my crotch. His cock pushed further from the sheath and I guess I was noticed because Hugo ran over. “Heh. Sorry about that. He’s not fixed.” He looked at me and must have noticed me blushing. “I-- It’s ok. Just his nature.” My heart was racing. What was this feeling? I wanted a dog? Since when? “I’m going to get him home. It was a pleasure to meet you! Stop by later for dinner and meet Margaret if you two have some time! I’m sure she’d love to meet you both.” He had a slight smirk and I knew that I hadn’t kept my desire covered up well enough. I walked back to the front porch and hugged Raven. “He really liked you babe.” She giggled. “Hugo? Nah he’s a married man!” “No babe, I mean Spitz. That dog was dripping...I bet you are too. You’re blushing so hard so you might as well have told Hugo you wanted to fuck his dog.” Her voice wasn’t full of judgment but more playful banter. “I haven’t the slightest what you’re talking about!” I said with a faux British accent. I was trying to play cool but she knew me too well. “Ooo! Listen to you! Down girl!” She pulled me inside slamming the door behind us and we played until neither of us could move. ************************************************************************ That evening, Raven and I went over to our new neighbors’ house to meet Margaret and have dinner. When we stepped onto their driveway, we could hear Spitz start to bark, alerting his family people were coming. His bark was deep and hearty. My heart started racing again. How was I going to make it through hours of conversation with Spitz around? I was happy to be wearing a skirt. At least nobody would know how wet I was getting. Nobody but Spitz anyway. We got to their door and could hear Spitz barking on the other side. I rang the doorbell. “Excited to see your boyfriend babe?” Raven side eyed me with a smirk. I must have already been blushing. “Babe stop! I don-” the door clicked open. My heart pounded. “Hi! You must be the new neighbors!” She was beautiful. Long curly black hair and deep dark skin. Spitz stopped barking immediately and came to sniff my crotch. “Oh! Stop it Spitz!” She said embarrassed. “Hugo insists on keeping him virile...for some reason. It really means he humps everything that moves….and things that don’t move…” She shook her head a bit realizing we were still standing there. “Please come in! Can I offer you anything?” I don’t really know what was said for the next few minutes. Raven and Margaret started a conversation about something but all I could do was think about Spitz. We ended up in the kitchen with glasses of wine before I clicked back into reality “Are you ok?” Margaret looked at me and must have finally noticed I was mentally elsewhere. “Me? Y-yes I’m fine. Sorry kind of got lost in my head a bit. You have a beautiful place!” “Thank you! I like it too but sadly we are hardly ever here. Trying to keep the balance between life and work hasn’t gone well so far and now we have this one to deal with.” She playfully scooped the air at Spitz who was laying on his doggy bed licking his crotch. Eventually after some calling up the stairs, Hugo descended and joined us at the table. The food was delicious but I couldn’t help drifting off again. Spitz and I were in the deep forest and I was about to taste his - “I think he’s begging.” Hugo looked at me grinning. I hadn’t noticed Spitz and come to sit beside me mustering the biggest puppy eyes he could. “You can give him some if you want.” “Begging for what I wonder.” My phone buzzed to let me know Raven’s smirk had words attached to it. I could feel my face flush red. Hopefully the wine would be a good enough cover for my rosy cheeks. I gave her a quick death glare before pulling off a small bite of chicken to give to Spitz. I half expected him to take my hand off but he was gentle and simply licked it out of my fingers...then continued to lick my fingers. Thank goodness these people had a tablecloth. “You know, we are supposed to fly out next Monday for a couple of days. Would you two mind watching Spitz while we go and lose ourselves in our work?” Hugo’s voice sounded both excited and a little dismayed. “We’d love to!” I blurted out a little too enthusiastically and it seemed all three of them were in on the joke. Maybe it was just the wine but I swear they all were smirking. ************************************************************************ Raven got caught up with work and asked if I could come over to check on Spitz for a bit. He needed a lot of attention and had some separation anxiety so we needed to keep a constant eye on him. She had taken the morning shift with Spitz while I took care of some of my work. Since we both worked from home, it was a pretty easy gig for us. Our 2 cats could keep themselves entertained at home and we could trade shifts while sleeping at the Senza’s home. Neither of us wanted to move our computers so we landed on trading shifts. We had only known Spitz about a week but when I walked up to the door, he didn’t even bark. He just ran up to plant his face in my crotch. My knees went week. “Seriously every time?” I whispered to him while petting his head. “Have fun with your boyfriend babe.” Raven sauntered over giving me a kiss and a smirk. “Sure thing love.” I squinted at her playing at a joke but we both knew where my head was at. We kissed one more time and promised to have dinner together. This was the most time we had spent apart so far in our relationship and we both felt kind of off about it. She left playfully closing the door behind her and it was just Spitz and I in the Senza’s huge house. I needed something to do so I went to the kitchen to see if there were any dishes to clean...anything I could do. Spitz stayed right with me and in a couple of minutes was excitedly dripping precum. I thought maybe making tea would do the trick to keep me distracted and I put the kettle on. It didn’t work. There he was with his cock pushing further and further out of its sheath. I must have been going crazy. What was I thinking? I wanted to taste it. There was nobody here but us. I knew Raven wouldn’t care. She had been hinting at it anyway for days. We had talked about our fantasies and I doubted she would begrudge me fulfilling one of mine. I knelt down by Spitz and ran my hand over his fur. It was soft but sturdy. With each stroke of my hand, I worked further and further toward his flank. He licked my face. I ran my hand down his back leg and he made a few humping motions. His cock looked wet and was dripping. I slid my hand toward his shaft and let my finger run the length. I could see the knot still in the sheath trying to push through. It was so big! He started licking my face again as I pulled a little precum from his tip with my finger. Just a taste. He almost got to my finger before me but I won out and licked the juice from my finger. It was salty and musky. I had sucked plenty of human dicks in my life and was used to the taste of human cum but this was a whole new taste entirely. I wondered if he would let me. I started stroking his shaft slowly and he immediately started humping my hand. He was up on all fours and I wondered if it would work. I put my head under his belly and tried to guide his thrusting cock towards my lips. It missed and precum dotted my cheeks. He was still thrusting and I tried to move my head and hand with him to catch and THERE! He was thrusting into my mouth. What was I doing? This was crazy! I felt his knot slip out of the sheath and he was trying to push it into my face. There was just no way. I used my free hand to help keep him from being too aggressive but he was thrusting with all of his might. I felt like his wolf side was really shining. Without warning, warm fluid was filling my mouth. The musky salty cum kept pumping from his cock and I moaned trying not to choke. It was so much. SSSCCCREREEAASCCCHEEE!!! O fuck the tea kettle! I jumped up startling Spitz and ran over to turn off the kettle. Cum was dripping out of my lips and I swallowed. It was slick and mucus like. My face was covered. I plopped down on the floor in front of the oven and Spitz came over to me and started to clean my face. I started giggling and scratched him behind the ears. I wondered what the Senzas would think knowing their new neighbor just gave their dog a blow job. I knew Raven was never going to let me hear the end of it. I poured some tea and sat on the kitchen floor holding the warm mug. I was leaking in my panties and there was mostly dog precum all over the nice tile. I watched Spitz go over to his doggy bed and start to clean himself. I felt a little jealous. I wished to be able to bend over and lick my own clit like he was licking his cock. I pulled up my skirt and slid my panties down letting my clit flop out. The tile was cold on my butt cheeks but I didn’t care. I kept watching Spitz clean himself and started rubbing my clit. I was so wet already and it didn’t take much to get myself writhing on the floor. Spitz came over right as I was reaching climax and started licking the tip of my clit. His tongue felt so good and I started to peak within seconds. Not much came out of me these days thanks to hormones but what did drip out Spitz made sure to clean up. He seemingly felt done and went back to lay on his bed falling asleep. I just lay there on the kitchen floor, panties half down. I pulled out my phone and clicked on Raven’s contact. “Babe” I panted out. “Guess what just happened?”

The Senzas weren’t scheduled to return for two more days and I made the most of it. Spitz was constantly horny and I didn’t know how long this little tryst between me and this gorgeous dog would last. I wanted to stay cum drunk as long as fate would allow it. Raven reacted much as I thought she would. It was just more fuel to her having excuses to make me blush in public. Our games of mutually embarrassing each other had grown incredibly complicated and this was just too much of a slam dunk for her. I’d never hear the end of this. She genuinely wanted to know what it was all about (and film it) so after we both finished with work for that day, we went to have dinner together at the Senza’s home. I don’t remember what we had for dinner that night. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t get the events of that afternoon out of my mind and I wanted to repeat them. I wanted to show off for Raven while she filmed me. Always the exhibitionist, this was too perfect. We worked together to set up a tripod to hold our camera while Spitz smelled the legs of this new contraption in his house. He hadn’t spent much time away from me since that afternoon. He kept sticking his nose in my crotch and I had been dripping for hours. All around the tile floor were little drips of his precum. “You should clean that up.” Raven took a dominant tone. I loved when she did it and loved doing what she told me. “Yes Mistress.” I smiled warmly and walked off to grab a rag from the kitchen. Spitz followed close. “No not like that.” I stopped at her words. I knew what she meant. “Ooo! That’s dirty! I like it!” I got down on my hands and knees and started to lick up the drips off of the tile. “Mmm good girl.” Raven sat on a bar stool watching me. “I think he likes it too!” I picked up my head to see Spitz coming over to me. I guess he took me being on my hands and knees as an invitation and I felt his front paws wrap around me. He immediately started humping me and I could feel his cock trying to push through my skirt and panties. “Mmm! Oh no!” I called out excitedly. I didn’t have the right hardware to enjoy Spitz like that...not yet anyway. He wasn’t getting off of me though so for the next few minutes, Raven sat like a queen watching me get humped by Spitz. My panties and skirt were practically soaked in my precum and his seed. Raven had her hand in her pants and was clearly enjoying herself. “You’re such a good little slut Lyra!” She panted out. “Mmm! I’m cumming!” her body shivered on the bar stool. I laid on the kitchen floor, covered in Spitz’s mess watching her body quake and her legs shake as the orgasm passed over her. Spitz had gone to lay down in his doggy bed and was diligently cleaning himself. “I forgot to turn the camera on.” Raven panted out looking over to the tripod. “I guess we got too caught up!” “It’s fine. Honestly maybe it’s better. I wouldn’t want the Senzas to find out about all of this and have evidence to back it up.” She nodded and we both cleaned up the mess. The next two days were full of me drinking as much of Spitz’s cum as I could and Raven enjoying the view as often as she could get away from work. 48 hours passed by too quick for me and I was a little sad to go home the night the Senzas returned. They paid us for our time and thanked us profusely for keeping an eye on Spitz. We did our best to hide our grins and let them know we were happy to help out anytime! --- A week passed and we didn’t hear from our neighbors. At first, I thought maybe they knew something had happened but after a while we fell into our daily routines and assumed they were just too busy to stop by and say hi. Raven and I spent most of our spare time that week setting up our home and enjoyed each other’s company. One of the nights she pulled out some of our rope and told me to kneel. I was always giddy to get tied up and complied. She pulled my arms behind my back and tightly bound the rope around them. I let out a sigh as the strain stretched my chest and the rope dug into my skin. She pushed my head down onto the ground leaving my ass up in the air. “I want you to think about Spitz.” She said in a commanding tone. “Mmm! Yes Mistress!” I tried to imagine being mounted by him. His beautiful red cock sliding into me. One day I’d have my surgery and could feel him pushing into my pussy. One day I could feel him knot me and fill me with his seed. I started dripping with anticipation. “Good girl.” She started tracing my hole with her finger and I widened my stance for her...for Spitz to have a sturdier bitch to mount. She slipped a wet finger into me and I moaned. She slipped another and then another. Spitz is sliding into me. I can feel his cock pressing into me. I let out a moan. Four of her fingers pressed in. He wants to knot me. He is trying to push his huge bulge into me to fill me. She pushed her knuckles in. I let out a gasp and a deep moan. His knot is almost in me. She started to press further in then began to pull. She repeated the motion until her knuckles were deep in me. He knotted me. I am his bitch. I cried and moaned in pleasure. Her hand pressed into me then pulled as my anus followed her knuckles. I imagined Spitz picking up the pace as she did the same with her hand. I dripped with anticipation and then began to seize. Pleasure built up and my legs began to quiver. I screamed as climax took over my body. He is filling me. She pushed harder and harder as I clenched against her wrist. My whole pelvic floor quivered and seized as I called out in pleasure. “That’s a good little bitch! Take it!” Raven called out. My mind spun and my body gave out. I couldn’t keep my ass up anymore and fell to the ground laying there helpless. She deftly pulled out her hand and looked down at me with a wry grin. “How was he?” “Mmm baby. So good. That was amazing.” “Maybe one day that can be a reality.” Her words pounded like drums in my heart. Could that really ever happen? She untied me and we lay in bed together. She held me tight and I fell asleep to the blissful thought of getting to enjoy Spitz for real. That night would be full of wonderful dreams. --- Another week passed and we both groggily woke up to my cell phone ringing. I grabbed for my phone haphazardly and answered. “Hello?” I must have sounded like I had smoked 100 cigarettes. “Good morning Lyra! This is Hugo! Sounds like I just woke you up. Would you like me to call back later?” “No no that’s fine! What’s going on?” I tried to clear the frogs from my throat and slow down my heart rate. “I was wondering if you were both available a little later to come over. Margaret and I wanted to talk to you.” His words hit like arrows piercing into my chest. They knew. They must have known. That’s why they didn’t talk to us for two weeks. They were discussing how to deal with us. “Y-- yea that’s fine! What time?” I looked over and Raven who look both amused and slightly worried. We decided to meet that afternoon and I spent the morning in an anxious panic. What would they do with us? Should we lie? Would we both be in trouble? Would they never let me see Spitz again? Those must have been the longest 3 hours of my life but they did pass and Raven and I mustered the strength of will to walk from our house next door. There was no barking. What had happened to Spitz? The door opened quickly and Hugo’s smiling face greeted us. He didn’t look mad or even upset...he almost looked excited. We were so fucked. “Come in come in!” He gestured kindly and we both followed his hand inside. “Where’s Spitz?” I asked still trying to read Hugo’s face. He looked like a mischievous child who was hiding some secret. “He’s at the vet. Just a normal checkup. I’ll go and get him in about an hour.” He gave me a wry grin and my heart started racing (if possible) faster than it already was. The three of us walked to the kitchen and I immediately flashed back to the scenes with Spitz. Thoughts of his cum dribbling down my chin. Thoughts of Raven watching us play and drip all over. Thoughts of cleaning his mess with my tongue from the floor we now casually walked over. It seemed surreal. Margaret was seated at the dining table behind a laptop and some books. She looked up and, realizing we were there, gave a wry grin herself and closed her computer. “Hey girls!” She almost over-excitedly blurted out. What was going on? “Please have a seat! Sorry about the mess. No rest for the weary.” We all sat while Hugo brought us all coffee. He hadn’t even asked but somehow just knew it would hit the spot. “So Hugo and I wanted to thank you again for taking such good care of Spitz while we were away.” Margaret’s voice was measured now and the inflection on ‘taking such good care’ was undeniable. They knew. “oo- of course!” I stammered out. There was no playing it cool at this point. We had been caught and I was most guilty. “He’s never been as calm as when we got back. Whatever you did while we were away, it worked wonders.” Hugo was stifling a laugh. Were they going to draw this out? Raven and I stared like deer in headlights. What does someone say to that? “Speaking of which,” Margaret interjected “We have cameras installed for security and...well...you put on quite a show.” She was trying with everything she could not to laugh. Raven and I sat stunned. Seeing that we couldn’t find the words to say, Hugo gave a warm smile...a little laugh...and looked me in the eyes. “It’s ok Lyra. We don’t mind. It was obvious from the moment you two were playing in the yard a few weeks back that you two had an erm...connection.” He let out a laugh. Margaret let out a laugh. Raven stopped breathing in shock. I felt like I would faint but….what now? “We have a proposition for you two if you are interested.” Margaret’s business voice was somehow both comforting and cold. “We both very much enjoyed ourselves watching your little display and would like to make this more of a regular thing. You seemed to enjoy yourself am I right?” “Erm...um...y-- yes Yes I did!” I choked out in disbelief of what I was hearing. “Would you be interested in continuing your little tryst with our dearest Spitz? We will happily pay you extra for...the effort.” Once Raven and I realized we weren’t going to be forever ruined, we started to talk the finer points of what was expected. After all, any good situation like this requires plenty of understanding. The Senzas would continue to let us dog sit Spitz and would watch us enjoy each other through their home’s security cameras. We all agreed and looked through schedules. “There is one last request I have.” The tension had released...mostly and Hugo’s voice was now full of hope rather than sarcasm. “Margaret and I would like to watch you and Spitz tonight...in person. Would you be OK with that?” My heart raced again. Of course I was OK with it! Raven and I would return that evening for dinner...and a show.

Desk I made it a habit to get to the office earlier than the others. There were really good reasons for it, some were work related but most were because of her. And when she could, she would come in early too. Sometimes it was to just say hi, to smile and walk her sexy ass away. But most mornings we tried to sneak in some serious lip locking in a secluded area of the office. It was risky but oh so sweet. You see, we discovered that we had a common interest. It was raw, physical but passionate sex. It seems neither of us was getting what we needed at home, for various reasons, and over time we found out that we really liked each other and had a link to much in common. It began rather innocently. She saw me bringing in an iced tea from a local eatery that we both liked and asked if the next time I could bring her one. Me being the nice guy that I am was happy to do it and offered to when ever I knew I was going. She offered to pay for them, but I refused. One morning when she came to my office to collect her drink she said, “One day I will have to get on my knees and thank you properly.” That caught me off guard and it was quite a while before I got the nerve to ask her what she meant. She asked, “What does it sound like I meant?” I said “It sounds like you want to give me a blowjob for all the teas I have been bringing.” She smoothly said “That is exactly what I meant, are you ok with that?” “Uh, yeah”, stumbled from my mouth. We flirted as we could, we met when we could. We talked about the things we liked, from the worldly to the sensual to the clothes that we liked to see each other in. This one particular time we had requested what each would wear the next day to work. Since it was an office environment, we did dress nice, but we were not required to wear suits or dresses unless it was a special day. She liked to see me in dress clothes, especially in a tie. I like her in her form fitting dressy mini-skirts and snug sweaters. So for that morning I had asked her to wear her black mini with light blue sweater. She requested that I wear my black dress pants, royal blue dress shirt and this one particular patterned gold tie. I had no idea when she got there that morning what she had in mind. I was expecting some kissing and fondling, but she had her mind set. She called to let me know she was on her way in, so I waited anxiously for her in the hall outside my office. As she turned the corner, she smiled and stared deep into my eyes. We kissed and she pushed me into my office. Our hands were all over each other as our tongues danced. She eased me against my desk and her hands went for my belt. I looked at her and she slowly licked her lips as a smile crossed them. She continued to unbuckle my belt and unfasten my pants. She reached in and pulled me out of my boxers, as I was getting harder by the second. She bent over and slid me deep into her mouth. All I could think was “Oh my God!” She slowly and expertly licked and sucked me as I leaned against my desk. Taking me deeper into her mouth and throat, she found the chair in front of my desk and sat on the edge, never missing a stroke. Her hands had spread my slacks open and her nails were digging into the skin on the front of my thighs and hips. All I could think was I hoped no one came down the hall to see me. The view was absolutely amazing, watching her pink lips surround me and slide back and forth on my skin. I could hear her slurping as she slid up and down and a faint clicking sound as I reached the back of her throat. She would always stop for just an instant at that point and it feel so good. After a few minutes I knew I could not handle much more since I have not been one for lasting too long anyway. She kept at it, licking the head and sliding me deep into her mouth while moans came from within her. It was getting difficult for me to think and I think I was starting to hyperventilate. I could feel that familiar sensation beginning to build within my belly and I told her I thought I was going to cum. She just moaned and looked up at me. I saw a twinkle in her eye as she seemed to suck me harder at that point. I told her again I thought I was going to cum and she stopped for a second to say that it is ok. Well that was all I needed. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk tighter and a moan came up from within me. She sensed what was coming and stopped with me about half way into her mouth. The first burst came, then another. I watched as her eyes got bigger and she slid me deeper into her mouth. The last spasm and then she swallowed, pulled back a bit and swallowed again. She slid her lips to the head and licked and sucked me gently. She knew what she was doing. She slowly licked me and seemed to be cleaning me up, wanting to get every drop. Then one last time, she slid me all the way into her mouth, and then as I slid out, she licked the head and sat back in the chair. She smiled and said, “Does that cover my tea bill?” “Oh yeah”, I stammered, “I think we are even now.” She stood up, kissed me and said “You better get your pants fixed before someone comes in here and wonders what you have been doing.” I straightened myself up and sat down in my chair at my desk and turned the computer on. I ran my hand across my forehead and wiped the sweat off and sat back. Wow. Did that just happen? My heart was still racing and my fingers were still tingling. A few minutes later my desk phone rang and I saw it was from the switchboard, which is where she worked. I picked up the phone and before I could say anything, she said “I just wanted to let you know that this morning was fantastic and you taste amazing. My panties are soaked and I want to do that again” and hung up. Needless to say, she did, but we never repeated it at the desk. I learned that she really likes to please me and that it turns her on to do to me what I like. And she is terrific at it.

So if you haven’t read my previous stories, they basically detail my first time blowing and subsequently getting fucked by a tranny. After having been with her my sex life felt a little lackluster so I tried to spice it up myself. Anal was out of the question with my wife and even getting head was a mission. I fantasized often about sucking her dick, the texture and taste and the feeling of when she exploded in my mouth, I loved it so much I started trying to replicate it. I was blessed with good flexibility and one day alone at home I started trying to cum in my own mouth. I’d seen it on some forums and sites and knew if I walked my legs towards me on the bed I could angle my dick right towards my face, hopefully shooting some in my mouth. As I started I was able to get my dick fairly close to my mouth, and just close enough to have the tip of my tongue touch the tip of my dick. This turned me on so much I felt I even grew a little more, and proceeded to jack off directly into my mouth, once again swallowing that salty elixir of man cum. And although mine tasted different I still very much enjoyed it. This continued for a couple months and the more I did it the closer and closer my dick got to my mouth until I could easily slip the head into my mouth. Eventually I could take more to the point I didn’t have to jack off, I could just suck myself off. This quelled my thirst for a while till this eventful night. I had a holiday party with all the big wigs at work and amongst the drinks and other party favors, I got the sudden urge to call her up. I texted her asking if she was available without knowing if it was still her number and was delighted when she replied to my text saying yes. I made up a bullshit excuse at the party and ran out like a bat out of hell. I texted her asking where she was and smiled when she told me same place as always. In my heart I’d hoped she’d remembered me but figured she’d done this long enough to have regulars. I got there in record time and was amazed when she greeted me at the door in a sheer robe, her dick leaving an impression on the front making my mouth water. I stepped in and stripped her down, the I went directly to her cock and sucked it like there was no tomorrow. I wanted, no, I needed her cum in my mouth, down my throat into the very center of me. She giggled and stopped me asking if I was that horny, even suggesting a 69 so we could both get in the mood. I happily obliged and we went to the bed enjoying each other’s bodies. I licked her balls and ass while she did the same, making sure each other’s dicks got plenty of attention as well. She told me she didn’t want to cum in my mouth though, that she still remembered cumming in my ass and wanted to feel me again. I blushed realizing she did remember me but told her about my new cum eating obsession. As I described my new found talent and how I would suck my dick just to remember her she crawled to me and started kissing me. She called me a silly boy and said she wanted to see this as she was amazed I could even do it. I laid in the middle of the bed and started stretching my back slowly to make myself reach. After a short time I was slurping on my dick as she jacked off watching me. Her face of surprise and amazement turned me on even more making me try harder to gag on my dick. She suddenly stood up and got oven me saying, you’re a good boy and I’m going to give you my cum, but like I said I want it in that tight little asshole of yours. Not really sure of what was going to happen I opened my eyes as she got on top of me and slid her hard wet cock deep in my ass. She wasn’t being gentle or loving, she wanted to fuck me raw. The added weight forced my dick even further in my throat and made it harder to breath, well that plus the pain of having my asshole ripped into by this monster cock. She didn’t last long though, the visual of me blowing myself while she fucked me was too much and soon I felt jet after jet of her cum shoot deep in my ass. This caused me to cum as well and being so deep and at such and angle I started to choke which caused cum to come out my nose. She giggled getting off of me and said I belonged to her now. I smiled and I wiped cum off my face and tried to dry my eyes from the chocking. We kissed some more and showered together getting all the sweat and cum off each other. As she was about to step out of the shower I pushed her against the wall and slipped my growing cock in her ass. She purred and said ok daddy, you can own me and proceeded to shake and gyrate her body till I came again this time deep in her bowels. God I love you I said to her as I pulled my dick out. I love you too daddy, but now I have a hard on you have to take care of, and this one you can pick where you want it. She already knew the answer. I got down and took that dick to my mouth and sucked her till she was dry. I don’t know what will happen with her in the future, but I know I’ll be back real soon.

The day had been dragging. It was almost lunchtime and as a regular John I started looking to take and extended lunch and get my nut off. Browsing through escort pages had been a hobby but actually committing to it had been a recent thing. I’d still get the dry mouth and butterflies in my stomach whenever I would head over. He’ll, I still texted them and would refuse to use the ones that said you had to call out of fear. Once lunch time was approaching I decided to peruse the usual sites and pick something for a nooner. The perks of being in management were no time limits on lunch and a handsome compensation that fed into my newfound hobby. This particular day I picked a girl I’d seen many times but never chose, I guess there was something deep inside I knew was wrong but today was the day I would find out what it was. I texted her and set up the date and like a well oiled machine, the plan flowed with no issues. I arrived at the motel where she was, Sweaty palmed and scared as hell I just wanted to nut and get back to work. A failed jack off session had frustrated me that morning and the need to feel that hot cum shoot out of my dick consumed me far more than any reasoning. She texted me she was showering and would call me soon to let me know the room. My phone rang and my anxiety was at a peak. Her voice was soft but raspy and although soothing it felt different than all I’d experienced. She tells me to go to room 110 and park in the front, she would open the door once I arrived and make my day. I did as told and once I knocked she led me into a dark room, the smell of cigarette permeated the air but all I could focus on was the ass on this girl. Her mini skirt rode up so the bottom of her ass cheeks showed and my hand gravitated to grab it as if my life depended on it. She led me to the corner of the bed and proceeded to unbuckle my pants and suck my throbbing cock. Feeling her mouth on my bare cock was amazing. She looked up and I could see those eyes water as she took me down to the base. I was in heaven. She received a call and contrary to what I though she picked up and spoke to another John asking for her as she manhandled my dick with her mouth. She would use her other hand to play as she spoke and then take me deep into her throat as she listened. After a short conversation she hung up and said that she was all mine. She peeled her thong off the back of her glorious ass and poured oil all over it. She then laid me down and massages my aching cock with her ass cheeks, slowly grinding up and down with those lubed checks. She never turned towards me and kept the thong over the front of her, which peaked my interest but I was so caught up that I could not act on it. She then got on all fours and that beautiful ass was once again in display. She handed me a condom and told me to put it on But still she refused to remove the thong fully. Now I was fairly new at this but I sensed something was wrong, however before I could do anything she pulled my wrapped cock deep in her ass and I was in heaven. Feeling that tightness was amazing and listening to her groans and moans just made my dick harder than I’d ever felt it. As I tried to feed her up she kept guiding my hands towards her tits and I guess she noticed my hesitance in fucking her when I was unable to feel more of her. She asked me if I was ok and that if I was uncomfortable I was more than free to leave, I didn’t even have to pay but I assured her I was ok and wanted to continue. By then I realized the blue balls would’ve killed me and I needed some release. She peeled off the condom and took me in her mouth again, she noticed my curiosity as I was now putting the pieces together but she was so nice that I couldn’t bring myself to confront her. She laid with her ass to me and told me to cuddle with her and I couldn’t help but oblige. She rubber her ass on my bare cock and slowly but surely my raging hard on was sliding between her cheeks. This is where I lost all control and guided my cock into her ass. She moaned and kissed me. I knew by then she was not who she said but I was still balls deep in her fucking her raw and wanting more. I proceeded to fuck her like there was no tomorrow, condomless and fully aware I was not going to stop. I whispered in her ear that I was about to cum and she said do it baby. I sprayed her bowels with the strength of a thousand men. Leaving me weak in the process. She said if I liked it and I told her that she was amazing but I wanted more. She looked perplexed and I said I want to see your dick. She was taken aback and shyly asked how I knew. I told her the signs but quickly put her at ease saying I was ok. She peeled the rest of her thong as my cum leaked from her asshole like a pro I licked it all up letting my mouth explore her balls and then coming up to her cock. I sucked the tip and was amazed by how good it felt. I continued till she came in my mouth and then I told her that my asshole was next.

A couple days after having had my first experience with her, I couldn’t get the memory of that night out of my head. The weekend felt like it lasted forever and for the first time ever, I couldn’t wait for Monday to come. When I finally came back to the office on Monday I was unpleasantly surprised with the news the CEO would be visiting today and we would be having dinner together. So as I sat through meetings and bullshit presentations all I could imagine was that beautiful pink headed cock sliding in and out of my mouth, watching her eyes close as she shot her salty load into my throat. Her smile as I choked on that load and had her jizz dripping out of my mouth as my eyes watered and feeling her tongue lick her own jizz off my face as she eventually kissed me with her mouth covered in her love juice. My twitching cock kept me seated the entire day as I entertained the big boss, listening to him compliment the company and ask how my wife and kids were. I was so tempted to say they were great but not as good as the fat assed shemale that I had raw dogged last week and was trying to get rid of him to go suck her balls dry. The rest of the day went by like molasses in winter, and to make matters worse dinner would be late and alcohol filled. We made it to the restaurant around 8 and the onslaught of food and wine began. I tried to keep it as light as possible on the off chance I would be able to make it out in time to call her again, but I didn’t even know if she was working. By the time we had drank and ate I excused myself to the restroom and sent her a text asking if she was available. I returned to the table in time to see the bill paid and everyone start to leave when my phone buzzed. My heart fluttered and I nervously reached for the phone. The text simply said yes and that was enough to excite me. I texted my wife letting her know dinner was running long and we would probably have drinks out as was fairly normal in my field. I felt a slight guilt when she just said be safe and I love you, but my hormones were running as high as a teenager. I texted the escort asking if it was the same motel and received the same one word response. I raced towards there and once I was close I called. The familiar voice just told me to park in the same place as before but the room was 7 instead of 10. I anxiously knocked on the door and was greeted by her smile again. She walked back and sat on the bed, looked at me and said well now that the cats out the bag you’re not gonna act weird at first huh. I walked over and kissed her running my hands across the front of her tight dress, caressing the sleeping giant I once again hoped to enjoy. Foreplay was minimal and I stripped off as fast as I’d ever done. She did the same, this time facing me as her dick came into view. She turned around and bent over allowing me to see her beautiful ass in display. I wasted no time and pressed my hard cock to it, sliding it up and down her cheeks. She lubed her hand and stroked my dick to get it nice and slippery, then she took the remaining lube and ran it over her right puckered hole. She guided me in again, no condom straight into the pits of her glory. My dick felt like it was getting harder and harder with each stroke. She moaned squeaked with delight as our balls would slap together with every stroke. After a few minutes I pulled out and laid her on her back, guiding my dick back to her asshole. It was the first time I would see her dick as I was fucking her. I went back in and started to whack her off as I fucked her right hole. When she looked like she was ready to cum I pulled out of her ass and hungrily wrapped my lips around her mushrooming head once again feeling the ropes of cum coat my mouth. I savored the taste this time enjoying every second of it. She returned the favor, sucking my dick that had just been buried in her bowels until I released a river of jizz in her mouth. After settling down we spoke a bit more and she would look at me like I was the only person in the world. She talked about her youth and growing up with certain feelings. She bragged about her tits and how tight her ass was and how no pussy could compare. We laughed for a while and she told me to once again cuddle with her. I knew that once I got close to her my cock would come right back to life, it was like magnetism, an inevitable force or attraction. I laid behind her, my dick nestled right between those beautiful cheeks as my hand slowly played with her soft member. My hard on and manipulation seemed to work as her dick started to come back to life. We kissed passionately and I told her that maybe I should use a condom while fucking her again. She smiled and said I should. I was the only guy she let fuck her without one and it was for some weird reason she couldn’t understand. As my dick hardened more I felt the head touch her hole, I smiled and said maybe next time and once again I slid my raw dick up that tight ass. She told me to hold still and she rocked her body back and forth squeezing her sphincter and milking my cock. I blew my load so fast I apologized saying it was too good for me to handle. She smiled and said baby that’s my job, to be the best you’ll ever have. As she got up to clean out her leaky asshole I pulled her back and started liking it clean again. Then I took the lube and poured it over her dick, looking up I said I’m ready. She took my hand and said if that’s what I wanted she would do it, I got on fours and told her that I was all hers. She asked if I wanted her to use a condom and I laughed and said, maybe next time. She lived her fingers and slowly started one finger at a time listening my virgin ass. I’d done slight play before, maybe a finger from a girl blowing me but I knew what was coming was completely different. My throat dried up and heart sped up in anticipation. She finally withdrew the three fingers she’d massaged into me and now I was ready. I felt the hot tip of her cock slowly push against me. I relaxed and felt as little by little it broke through my sphincter. The pain was sharp and constant but the adrenaline kept me hornier than ever just wanting to slam back into it. Ike a pronshe slid completely inside me, pausing to allow my to adjust to her girth and length. She then started slowly sliding in and out, adding a half inch to her stroke after every 5 or so pumps. Pretty soon she was going from head to balls, sliding that cock in and out of me. The pressure in my prostate gave me an instant hard on even though I’d just nut. My eyes were glossednover with joy and I arched my back and moved with her matching her rhythmic as she fucked me deep. Then I felt the most amazing feeling as her cock started trembling and I felt the warmth of her cum coat my insides. The feeling alone made my cock spurt a small load over the bed. She was about to pull out but I pleaded for her to leave it in a bit longer so I could savor the feeling. Finally she popped her head out and the sting of my raw asshole combined with the emptiness of my ass made me miss her cock in me already. I felt my asshole leak and asked for a wipe. She handed one over and gave me a kiss in the process. I got dressed again and watched her as she walked to the shower. She asked me if I wanted to join her but I knew that any invitation would end with one of us getting fucked and I was too tired to continue. I kissed her again and walked out after leaving her donation in the dresser. I drove home hoping to sleep and continue reminiscing on my first time.

“What you really need is a gigolo.” Damini said to her friend Shweta. They were discussing Shweta’s marital problems. Her husband Mayur was totally focused on his career. As a result their sex life was almost non-existent and Shweta was getting more and more upset. She had already rejected the advice of having an affair as she was devoted to her family. “Are you mad? What if people find out?” Shweta replied. “So the objection is not seeing a gigolo but people finding out.” Damini joked and continued “What if I tell you a fool proof method, would you try it?” “What do you mean?” Shweta enquired. “What if the gigolo is invisible? Nobody can see him. No one would come to know.” Damini said. “Is this your latest fantasy?” Shweta said laughingly. “Not at all dear. I have already experienced it many times. The proof of pudding is in eating. Here is the number. You can try out. The charges are Rs. 10,000 for one hour session or Rs. 20,000 for 4 sessions in a month.” Damini wrote a mobile number and handed over to her. Without believing anything Shweta out of politeness kept the number. After few days Shweta watching a romantic movie was feeling horny. She was all alone in the house. Mayur as usual was busy. Her 14 year old daughter Ramita had gone to a birthday party. All of a sudden she remembered the talk with Damini and out of fun thought of trying the number. She dialled the number. A sweet female voice responded, “Hello IG booking. This is Priya. How can I help you?” Shweta said, “Please book a session for me.” “When and where do you want to have it?” Priya enquired. Shweta told her address and mentioned that she wants the session immediately as soon as possible. After checking the schedule Priya replied, “IG Sandeep is available in your area one hour from now. Is it ok?” “Fine.” “Which plan you want to follow?” Priya told all the plans available. “Right now I will go for the single session.” Shweta hesitatingly said.” “Ok. IG Sandeep will be with you at 3 p.m. today. You can pay him Rs. 10,000 in cash.” Priya concluded the call. It seems like a routine business call. Shweta was still not believing it but was curious to know. On the CD player she started playing her favourite music. She was awaken from daydreaming when the doorbell rang at sharp 3 p.m. She was surprised and enthusiastically opened the door. No one was there. She was disappointed. She went out to see who may have rang the bell. Finding no one she came back and closed the door. Suddenly she felt like someone was holding her and kissing her softly on lips. She heard a male voice saying, “Good afternoon Mam. This is IG Sandeep reporting. You can call me Sandy.” Shweta was taken aback. She started looking around to find out what was happening. Another kiss greeted her, “Good afternoon Mam. You look lovely.” “Good afternoon Sandy.” Still confused from the experience Shweta finally managed to speak in low voice. Shweta was still feeling confused not knowing how to react or behave. She was looking around trying to place him. Sandy was standing in front of her smiling and enjoying. He hugged her tightly and then kissed her again keeping his both hands on her bums. She was feeling helpless but was rather enjoying the experience. Sandy told her in a soothing voice, “Relax Dear. Let go of all your tensions. Don’t try to see me. Focus on hearing my voice and feeling me with your body. It is better to close your eyes as you cannot see anything anyway.” Shweta tried to follow his instructions but it was still a strange experience for her. Sandy continued, “Has anybody told you that you are very beautiful? You look awesome and extremely hot.” Shweta was relishing the flattering talk. Indeed she was beautiful and with vital statistics of 34-26-36 she did have an enviable body. “Should I continue the lovemaking here only or should we move to the bedroom?” asked Sandy. They were still in the drawing room. Shweta silently moved towards the bedroom. Once in the bedroom Sandy asked her softly to take of her clothes. Shweta was feeling shy and hesitant. His soft voice and expert hands were having reassuring effect on her. She started to take off her top slowly. His hands were at her back encouraging her in the process. With her top off he resumed his kissing. From her mouth he slowly moved to neck. He felt her boobs taking his hands inside the bra and squeezed them gently. She started moaning with pleasure. She had never felt better. It was as if he was not just touching her body but adoring her. The touch was so smooth and he seems to know exactly how much pressure was to be applied on her boobs. Her nipples were already erect. Her boobs were struggling to come out of the bra. Finally he asked her to take off the bra. He started sucking the nipples one by one as soon as the pair was free. He squeezed her 34 C cups and she moaned with great pleasure. He started kissing her flat tummy, then her back. He was moving smoothly from one area to another making her more and more conscious of her own body. She never imagined kissing alone could achieve so much. Mayur as a contrast was a poor kisser. He never gave any importance to foreplay. He would rush to main act when she won’t be ready and then leaving her unfulfilled. Sandy was showing his expertise in all the correct movements appreciating her body as though she was a goddess. Sandy asked her to take off her jeans. He focussed all his attention to her beautiful feet. He massaged the feet gently and start kissing each foot while continuing to massage the other one. Shweta was feeling wonderful with the soft touch and groping. She felt as if she was in heaven. Sandy gradually moved upwards on her legs massaging, exploring and kissing each and every part of her legs. It seems as if he was not ready to miss a single pore of her silky skin. When Sandy reached her thigh he noticed that her panty was already drenched with her juices. He spread her thighs. He kissed her over her panty and started sucking her juices. Shweta was now moaning loudly and releasing her juices profusely. She was breathing heavily. Sandy asked her to remove her panties and she did so hastily. Now Shweta’s beautiful shaved pussy was in front of him all drenched with her juices. He resumed sucking her juices and started exploring her vagina with his tongue. Shweta was feeling blissful. Her deep fantasy was being fulfilled. Although Mayur loved her much and was interested in sexual activity too at least in initial years of her marriage, she was never able to convince him to give oral pleasure to her cunt. Not even in exchange of a blow job. Now Shweta was getting it without even asking for it. She was enjoying every single moment of the session. Sandy’s tongue forced its way into the opening and began to work increasingly quickly in and out of her cunt. He gently kissed and worked his way up her labia, and quickly ran his tongue across her clit. She jerked so hard he thought she might cum immediately, so he backed off before she went over the edge. Her clit was now fully engorged, and the pinkness of her labia seemed to be darkening as more blood rushed to her sensitive snatch. He slipped his hands back under her ass, and moved his tongue back to the bottom of her cunt and began to work his way in the opposite direction, toward her ass. As he approached her tight hole, her body began to tremble, and the first touch by his tongue caused the sharpest spasm she had experienced so far. He rimmed her ass with his tongue, and she continued to writhe. He forced the top of his tongue into her, and she nearly convulsed from the sensation. It was obvious this was something she had never before experienced. He inserted his middle finger in the virgin tight hole gently at first then more vigorously. Shweta had rarely felt orgasm in her life, may be five or six times in her fifteen years of marriage. That day was glorious for her, having orgasm after orgasm in quick succession she was in sheer ecstasy. Sandy lowered his face and gave her cunt a kiss, and then took his hard cock and put it on her cunt opening. Shweta's body was trembling. Sandy rubbed his cock head in the slit of her cunt and made it wet with her flowing juices. Then he wedged cock head on the opening of her cunt and took hold of both her tits in my both hands. Shweta's heart was beating fast. With a single thrust his big penis was inside her welcoming vagina. Sandy knew that Shweta was enjoying the fuck now, so thrusting in her wet cunt. He knew that now it was the time to give her a fuck of her life. His cock was moving in and out of her slippery cunt like a piston of railway engine. His thrusts were becoming more and more vigorous. Shweta was enjoying the fuck, as was evident from her loud moaning. She was still keeping her eyes shut. She was meeting his thrusts with equal and matching thrusts from her waist. They were fucking like animals. His cock was coming out till its head and then again disappearing fully in her cunt. He kept fucking her like this for about 10 minutes. When he was near his orgasm he took out his cock from her vagina and released his load on top of her stomach. His semen was the first evidence for her that she was not daydreaming but actual getting laid superbly getting a fuck of once in a lifetime. In order to convince herself of the blissful experience further she gathered the semen from her finger to taste it. When Shweta thought the fantastic session was over Sandy started caressing her again. He guided her to take the doggy position and entered her cunt from behind. He gave some magnificent thrusts leading to another deep orgasm to her. Sandy inserted his finger in her back hole and asked her permission to enter there to take the passion and ecstasy to the next level. Shweta however buckled from the experience and firmly said no. She was a virgin in that hole and she was afraid to be found out by her husband. Sandy understood her position. He gently kissed her ass and let her go. However he didn’t want to end the session on a disappointing note. So he gave her cunt another treat of his proficient tongue giving her yet another orgasm making her feel total fulfilment. The session was finally over. Sandy asked for his money and Shweta was jolted back to reality that he was not her husband or her lover but a gigolo. Whatever he had done was basically for the money that he will get. Shweta jokingly said, “What if I don’t pay you?” Sandy replied in pleasant voice, “Have you heard of the story of Pied Piper? In my case there are endless possibilities. You seem to have a wonderful young daughter too.” Hearing this Shweta shivered with horror over the thought of her innocent daughter exploited sexually by the invisible gigolo. She regretted deeply her thoughtless comment. She quickly took out ten thousand rupees currency notes from her purse. Not knowing how to give them to him, she left the notes on the bedside table. Immediately the notes disappeared. Shweta was regretting that she had not opted for the other package of four sessions at the rate of Rs. 20,000. She obviously liked the experience and wanted to repeat it again and again. As if reading her mind Sandy said to her, “If you give me ten thousand more, you can have three more session within a month.” Shweta gave a broad grin and handed over ten thousand rupees more. “Next time you call to book for a session you need to mention monthly package with IG Sandeep. They will be keeping your account. After three sessions you can ask for another IG if you want to experience something different. You can also share your fantasies and I will come prepared with required things to fulfil them.” Sandy kissed her goodbye. “Goodbye Mam and excuse me for the comment regarding your daughter. Don’t worry we have a code of conduct to follow. We don’t touch minor girls and even for adults we need active consent to do anything. Otherwise our power to be invisible may be taken away.” Shweta felt completely relieved and extremely glad to hear this. She wore her gown and opened the door to let him go out. She closed the door after few moments and headed for shower to wash away her ‘carnal sins’. Shweta was surprised to note that she was not at all feeling guilty about the passionate and erotic experience. She thought she deserved the guilty pleasures and she was already planning what she will ask Sandy to do in future trysts.

He walked into the room, and the sight he saw was amazing. There she was, laying naked on the bed, legs lifted with her fingers deep inside her. She had a small butt plug in her ass, and he could see the wetness dripping from her pussy to down onto the sheets. Her eyes were closed, back slightly arched as her fingers continued moving in and out of her pussy. He stood in the doorway, watching, his cock getting harder as he watched. His hand slid down to the bulge starting in his pants, rubbing it through the jeans he had on. As he watched, her moans started getting louder, her back started to arch, and her other hand rubbed more vigorously on her clitoris. He could tell she was reaching her climax. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pull them down with his underwear to the floor. He stepped out of them, and walked over to the bed, his hard cock near her face. She was still oblivious to his presence. As she rubbed and fingered herself, he stroked his cock. He was so aroused, he knew it wouldn't take much to reach his own climax. He stroked at a pace that would match hers, so he could climax on her face as she came. Her moans got even louder, fingers going deeper. The sheets under her ass were soaked, her aroma filled the air. He took deeper breaths of her smell, stroking more quickly to match her. He watched as her fingers dove deep inside her and the moan was almost a primal scream of release. Her other hand had moved up and was pulling on her nipples, alternating as the scream continued. Her back was arched, her mouth open, breathing hard. Her fingers started moving slowly again. At that moment, he quikened his pace, reaching his climax. He let out a moan, shooting his cum onto her face. A little grin shot across her lips, as her tongue licked the creamy present off her lips. She opened her eyes, looked into his, and winked. "Did you enjoy that?", she asked. "Oh yes I did", he replied. "So, how about you clean up my pretty pussy with you tongue?", she stated, not so much as a question, but a statement - almost a command. She grabbed his now limp cock, and stroked it teasingly. Using his cock as a leash, she guided him over to the edge of the bed, where she then reached up and grabbed his head and shoved it into her soaking wet pussy. "Lick it clean!", she demanded. Holding his face there by the back of his head, bordering on suffocating him, his tonge shot out into her pussy. He relished the taste and the aroma, knowing that if he didn't satisfy her, there would be punishment. But he liked to be punished. "Oooh...very good. Now, take the plug out of my ass and clean it. I want you to taste my ass before you put it up your own", she commanded. He quickly obeyed, removing the plug from her ass with a slight pop. He took the chance and licked her, tasting her pussy juices mixed with her ass from her orgasm earlier. He licked the plug, then spit on it to lube it before putting it in his ass. It was a tight fit, but his ass adjusted to it. As he put it in, he could feel his cock sitffen a little. She saw his cock stiffen and stated "you liked that, didn't you?". He looked up and smiled. She pushed his head back down to her pussy saying "you aren't done yet". His tongue flicked her clit, then jammed inside her pussy, making a scoop shape as it came out, bring with it her juices. He savored the aroma and flavor, swallowing every last drop. The juices kept coming. "May I put a finger inside your pussy?" he timidly asked, hoping she would say yes. She looked down on him and nodded. That familiar look of pleasure was starting to cross her face. He knew that if he did her right, she would be pleased and let him fuck her. He put his finger inside her pussy, slowly pumping in and out. While his finger did its work, his tongue found her clit and vigorously flicked it. He glanced up, her eyes were closed again, her body starting to arch. He knew she was close. He took his thumb from his other hand and used it to flick her clit, moving his tongue to lick her pussy, and putting second finger inside her. The thumb from the hand finger fucking her started rubbing her asshole, causing her to moan out loud. Looking up again, he saw her hands, which had released him, tugging on her nipples. Her moans were getting louder. "Don't stop, don't stop. Ooooh. Faster. Come on, I'm almost there......Ahhhhhhhhhhh" - she screamed again in complete pleasure. His thumb shoved into her ass as it clenched tight; her pussy gripping his fingers; his other thumb never stopping flicking; his tongue lapping up the juices. His cock was completely hard, almost aching. "May I fuck you?" he asked, with a timid tone. "No, you may not" she replied, "I am going to fuck you". "Yes ma'am" was the only reply he could muster. "Take the plug out of your ass", she commanded. He complied, slowly pulling it out with a little "pop". She got off the bed and guided him to the edge of the bed and bent him over at the waist. Making no sound, she walked to the other side of the bed, looked him in the eyes, and grabbed his arms. She pulled them apart to each corner of the bed. Reaching down, she grabbed rope that she had conveniently placed there earlier and bound his wrists to the corners of the bed. She watched his face as she did this - the look of apprehension and pleasure of the things to come were erotic, making her drip a little. She looked at him again, reached in and kissed him lightly on the lips. She could smell her aroma on his goatee and could taste her on his lips. Her tongue licked across his lips, causing him to smile. She walked around to the opposite side of the bed, where his ass was sticking up. She grabbed his legs and spread them apart, as she had done with his arms, leaving his ass wide open and exposed. She tied his left leg first, kissing up his leg from his tied ankle to his calf up to his thigh. She saw his cock twitch and she took it into her mouth briefly, tasting some precum, savoring it. She let his cock out of her mouth and proceeded to tie his right leg. This time she lightly bit his leg up from the ankle to the calf to the thigh. She again took his cock into her mouth, longer this time. She sucked on it. She took her left hand and stroked it with just the tip in her mouth, while her right hand went to his ass. She began rubbing each cheek, massaging them. Then she abruptly stopped stroking his cock, took it deep down her throat and dragged her teeth across it lightly as she let it fall from her mouth. She stood up and with both hands, smacked both his ass cheeks. She heard him groan in a shocked pain. Her hand prints formed on his ass. While still not speaking to him, she opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a small anal strap-on. She walked around to face him and asked, "are you ready my love? I am going to put this up your ass and fuck you. You will be my little toy". She put the strap-on on, and put the anal dildo to his lips, "now suck it and get it wet. Your spit will lube it before I fuck you". He opened his mouth, taking it in slowly. Her hips started moving, slowly fucking his mouth. She grabbed his head and slowly put the whole thing in his mouth. He wanted to gag, but he knew she would punish him. As she continued fucking his face, he couldn't help it anymore. He gagged. She stopped and looked at him. "You gagged? You know what that means." She pulled it out of his mouth, and grabbed a riding crop from her dresser. "I told you no gagging. You were doing so much better. The last time you got 5 swats to each cheek. This time, it will be twice that. You will learn not to gag". He winced, knowing what was coming. Her smack earlier from her hands was nothing. When she was unhappy, the riding crop had no mercy on his ass. "IN FACT, YOUR ASSHOLE WILL GET A COUPLE TOO". She stood over him, her pussy dripping with anticipation. She knew how much he really liked this, and she almost came every time she got to dish out a little punishment. She lifted the crop above her had - SMACK onto the left cheek. SMACK onto the right cheek. Not as hard as it would be by the end, but it left a nice little mark. The noise he made was one of pain and pleasure. She repeated the smacking, increasing in intensity each smack. By the time his 10 swats per cheek were complete, his ass was as red as a beet. She had promised additional punishment, and he knew she wouldn't show mercy. Her pussy dripping now, she was going to tease him. Walking around to his tear ridden face, she got on the bed, and shoved her soaking pussy into his face. "Lick it", she demanded. He did as was told. She let him enjoy this for only a brief couple minutes. She quickly took her pussy away from him, and walked to his back side. "I told you I was going to punish your asshole too." She took the crop, and smacked his asshole. Nothing nearly as hard as his cheeks, but he felt it. She did it again. And then again. As an added punishment, she lightly smacked the tip of his cock with the crop, watching it twitch and seeing him twinge in pain. "Now, to the business at hand. You are going to get fucked. You have pleased me, for the most part. I am going to fuck your ass until you cum", she stated. Her smile, if he could see it, was one of sheer pleasure. Wasting no more time, she got behind him and pushed the dildo up his ass. She let it settle there, allowing his ass to adjust. She then proceeded to slowly fuck him. She grabbed his hips, moving his ass to meet her thrusts. He moaned in pleasure, every time the dildo went deep inside. She released his hips; he had the rhythm now. She reached down with her left hand and felt his cock. It was getting harder as she pumped his ass. Her fingers rubbed the tip of his cock, getting some of the precum on her fingers. She rolled the precum in her fingers, bringing it to her lips. She licked her fingers, enjoying the sweet taste of his precum. His moans were getting louder, almost grunts. She reached back down, and his cock was straining it was so hard. She gave it a quick stroke, just to tease him, then coddled his balls just ever so lightly. She knew they were sensitive, so she was kind and left them alone. "How does it feel to be fucked by me? Is this what you wanted? I bet you want to stroke your cock and cum don't you? You can't. YOu have to cum without any touch. I am going to fuck you until you blow your load", she teased. She knew it wasn't long. Talking to him like that and the fucking he was getting, his cock wouldn't last much longer. She was right. He was moaning louder. Just the slight touch of the bed sheets was enough to help get him off. She could see his ass tighten; his whole body went rigid; he screamed as his cock exploded onto the floor. He thought it would never end as he came. She kept fucking him, thrusting hard through his orgasm. She closed her eyes and had a mini orgasm as he finished his. She pulled the dildo from his ass. She looked down and saw his cock going limp, cum still dripping from it. she undid the strap-on and got to her knees under his cock. She put it in her mouth, tasting the cum, sucking and swallowing. He twitched from the feeling of her warm mouth on his cock. With his cock in her mouth, she untied his legs. His knees buckled from the powerful orgasm. Thank goodness he was on the bed or he would have collapsed on her. She got out from under him and walked around to his face. She kissed him deeply, tongues intertwined, letting him taste his cum in her mouth and on her lips. She kept kissing him as she untied his arms, completely releasing him from her hold. She crawled onto the bed with him. He rolled over and let her lie her head on his chest. Their bodies intertwined as they continued kissing, lightly touching one another. They both were spent, but couldn't get enough of one another's bodies. He kissed her neck, rolling her over onto her stomach. He lightly massaged her shoulders as he kissed down her back to her ass. He nibbled her ass cheeks, getting a little moan from her. He kissed down her ass, spreading her legs apart. He kissed around her pussy, never touching it. Down her legs he went, massaging and kissing them, alternating between the two. He took her feet into her hands and rubbed them, eliciting another light moan of pleasure. With a light nudge, he rolled her onto her back, her legs still spread apart. He moved back up her legs, massaging and kissing, again not touching her pussy. He stopped at her belly, taking time to kiss all of it, working slowly to her breasts. No words were spoken. Just soft, sensual kisses and moans from her were heard. He reached her breasts and massaged each of them in his hands, sucking on the nipples, getting them hard. He moved up her neck to her lips, kissing her. In the move to kiss her, put his body on top of her, his legs between her spread legs. His cock was still limp from the powerful orgasm, but he wanted to put it on her pussy. He started rubbing his cock on her pussy, causing it to twitch with arousal. "It is your turn you little slut to be fucked. I am going to fuck you and cum inside you. But first, before you get too excited, I am going to spank you", he said. He got off of her, grabbed the riding crop and swiftly smacked her pussy with it. He looked at her and saw a tear form in her eyes. "Now roll the fuck over", he commanded. She did as she was told immediately. She had her fun, now it was his turn. He was not brutal, but she knew best to obey quickly. "You enjoyed tying me up. I am going to let you stay untied, unless you move. If you move while I spank you, I will tie you up, and start over", his voice boomed. He was in control now. There was no doubt that she needed to try to comply. As soon as she rolled over, the riding crop found her ass. It was nothing like he had done before. He wasn't angry, but the smack was harder than before. Again, SMACK, down onto her little ass cheeks. This repeated for a good 3 minutes. Her ass was red and warm from the spanking. Tears rolled down her eyes. But she didn't move. She held very still. "Very good. Now you can suck my cock. Get up and kneel in front of me". She immediately complied. "Suck it. Make it hard. Make it want to fuck you." She took his cock in her mouth. It was limp. She knew it would take some work. "May I use my hands sir?", the words barely above a whisper. She was almost afraid to ask. "Yes, you may" was his response, flippant, as if talking to a slave. She stroked and sucked his cock, working to get it hard. Slowly, she could feel it grow in her mouth. "Good, you are doing very good". A compliment was typically not heard, but she used it to work harder at making him happy. His cock, getting harder and larger in her mouth, was getting more difficult to take all the way down. He grabbed her head, sensing her timidness to take it all and shoved his cock forcefully down her throat. He held it there, hard for her to breath. "You gag, you get punished". She fought the gag reflex. It was hard to breath, she couldn't swallow. Just as she was about to gag, he released her. He took his cock and stroked it in front of her. "You want this don't you? You want me to fuck your wet pussy with this. Or, do you want your ass fucked like you did me? I have an idea you might like", a gleam in his eyes. "Stay there until I tell you to move." He found the discarded strap-on, adjusted it and put it on. He laid on the bed, his cock and the dildo sitting straight up. "Get up here and mount me. You are going to take my cock in your pussy and the dildo in your ass". She immediately got off her knees, and got on the bed. Her pussy, again was dripping with anticipation. She took the dildo and rubbed it on her asshole, slowly inserting it. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it along her sopping wet pussy, sliding easily inside her. "You will do all the work. I am going to lay here and play with your nipples while you fuck me and the dildo. I want you to cum when I cum - and ONLY then" he stated. She slowly started fucking him and the dildo. Being penetrated in both holes at the same time was a new feeling. He had used a finger on her ass before, but never had she experienced a full double penetration. She squeezed her ass and pussy muscles onto each member inserted into her. She loved the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of her pussy, dripping all over him. The dildo added to her pleasure, pushing her faster to orgasm than ever before. His hips started to move and meet her on every stroke, a sign he was ready to explode. Faster and faster the strokes got. The harder he slammed up to meet her. "I am cumming!!!" was all he could say. His body again, went rigid, pushing his cum deep inside her. She felt the cum inside her pussy, pushing her over the edge. Her muscles tightened, holding his cock. Her back arched and she screamed again. She collapsed forward onto him, exhausted. He rolled them over, doing his best to keep his cock and the dildo in her. He slowly stroked in and out of her a few more times, finally pulling out, looking at his cum ooze out of her. He removed the strap-on, tossing it off the bed. He crawled up over her, pinning her arms down with his knees, and shoved his cock into her mouth. It was a mix of his cum and her juices that she tasted. "Suck it. Clean it. Taste it." She gobbled his cock like a starving child. She loved his taste mixed with hers. She swallowed all of the remaining cum he had and their mixed juices. She looked up and saw him smiling. She smiled back. He crawled off of her, held her in his arms, kissed her lips, tasting the two of them. They embraced and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Part I: It was a long a tiring day running errands and going on a hike. My owner and I get home and don't waste much time before we are both naked cuddling on the bed. My face is right by her left nipple and I can't help myself so I playfully kiss and suck it a few times hearing her breath shorten into bursts of desire. I rest my head back in the crook of her arm but can't help myself and play with her nipple a little more. She grabs my head and moves me over. I move above her to go for her right nipple. It's the one that really gets her going. "That's not what I meant." she says with a slight irritation. We both know that she wasn't pushing my head to her other nipple. "What do you want then?" I ask quizzically with a smirk. She knows I want to hear her say it. That's part of the fun for me. She doesn't reply immediately but waits a bit just to tease me. A few more moments pass and she gives me what I want. "Suck my dick, Bella." she says calmly and firmly. She used my pet name! I haven't even earned it yet! I excitedly go down and push her throbbing clit into my mouth. I've learned to pull back the skin to expose the tip more and she goes into her quiet pleasure. "Good girl." she says as I push her clit to the back of my throat. I am trying to get better at deep throating and she knows I want the practice. "You're a really good pet." she manages to get out. Her legs have twitched a few times now. I've already got her deep in. She's already saying more than she normally does and it sends me into a frenzy. I push her clit deeper into my throat than I normally do and moan at her words. "Mmm you're getting better." her legs have gone straight a few times now and have twitched, sure signs she might be at the edge of orgasm. I moan and mew as my slobber runs down her hard clit. Something triggers in my brain when I know she's about to orgasm and I can't help but moan out "MMMHMM" a few times. It normally sends her over the edge but this time she relaxes her legs and I know I have more to do. "You're really good at that." my mind is racing. Her clit bobs up and down in my mouth and I try to get her into my throat as many times as possible before the gag reflex kicks in. She knows I'm trying to push myself and she holds back her orgasm. "I can't wait to tie you up and fuck your throat." we talked about this. I immediately imagine the reward for being able to be throat fucked by her. I want to have the rope tied around my arms and legs and take her curved beautiful clit deep in my face. "I've always wanted to own a little slut like you." This does it for both of us. The energy ramps up and she starts to twitch. She is nearing orgasm. I let out my "MMMHMM!" excitedly a few times and her breath quickens. She's quiet when she orgasms but her breath is the tell tale sign. Her legs and body start to twitch wildly and she grabs my head as her clit starts to throb. Feeling it pulse against my tongue is such an amazing feeling as we both lose ourselves in the moment. We breath heavily as I pull myself up to lay beside her again. I haven't orgasmed yet and my body is pulsing with desire. I gently claw at her and trace her skin and she seems to be falling asleep. "Do I get anything?" "Nope!" her words hit like a freight train. Was I a bad girl? Certainly no! I just did a great job I think! No this was something else. What is she playing at? I groan in displeasure as my mind races. She knows I'm losing my mind and stays silent. "For how long?" I ask hoping this is just her getting me worked up for later. "Maybe a couple of months." she says. Her voice isn't stern but it's not playful. She has played a lot of poker and her skills are really showing now. I gasp and moan and I squirm with desire. Am I just to be tortured? "I don't know if I can do that." I say hoping maybe I won't have to face months of nothing. "Are you going to play with yourself without asking?" she gets up to shower and spanks me a few times leaving me on the bed writhing wondering what I'm going to do. "No!" "Good girl." ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Part II: We are getting our hair dyed today and we both need to shower with some shampoo we bought to get all the oils out of our hair so the color will stick. I've been super excited about getting both of our hair done but now I'm a mess. She comes over with the key from the desk and unlocks my collar. After pulling the lock off, she slowly lets the leather drag across my neck. She knows I hate having my collar removed but it can't come to the shower with it on so she drags out the moment. "So nothing at all?" I ask. I know she likes begging and I start to wonder if this is a ploy to get me to beg her to let me orgasm. "You can't play with your clit. I want to see if I can make you come without you playing with yourself" she says. "Can I still use dildoes and stuff?" please? Anything? "Of course!" the air clears. I know the game now. She is going to get me trained to orgasm without touching my clit. This is a game I can play. "I always take care of my pets." she says before getting into the shower. I clean out with our bidet. Seriously if you don't have a bidet, get one. It will change your life. We both suds up our hair and hold each other close. Showering together is so amazing. I love feeling our bodies together as the warm water falls around us. I wait for her to mark me as she likes to do but not today it seems. I quietly lament to myself and rinse my hair. I open my eyes and she's gone. She is always so quick. "Hey babe?" I ask. "Yes babe?" I see her shadow. She is drying off her hair and brushing it. "Can I use a dildo?" "Of course!" the shadow vanishes and I stand under the warm running water with anticipation. Which toy will she choose for me? It's the yule log. This black dildo is the most amazing toy I've ever owned. It was gifted to me by my old roomie and dear friend and quickly became my go to. It's called the yule log because my old roomie couldn't use it enjoyably and decided to make a sex themed yule scene with it. I love it so much. I reach out happily and put some conditioner on it for lube. Look I know that it's not a great idea but this is a rubber dildo and the conditioner doesn't mess up the material...also, it makes it feel more raw. She's not watching me but I slowly start to push it in. I'm standing still and get the tip in. Every time it's a challenge in the beginning. It's just so big! I push it a little deeper then....push it all the way in. As far as I can anyway. I have yet to take the entire thing. I pull and push a few times and fall to my knees. My legs tingle with electricity as I pound myself. I can't keep myself quiet and start to let out little whimpers as it starts to beat against my insides. I know I'm not allowed to touch my clit so I support myself with my other hand against the shower wall. Warm water rushes over me and I start to pound myself as hard as I can. Maybe I'll orgasm this first time. It feels so good. My arm gets tired so I switch out. Keep pounding. My whimpers grow louder and her head pokes around the shower curtain. "Can you do it for me?" I ask. She happily agrees to and I bend over on all fours to let her slam the yule log into me. She's harder on me than I am and I start to moan loudly. She pushes it deeper that I do and my mind goes wild. My body becomes lost as I try to keep myself steadied but eventually it all goes too intense and I drop to the shower floor. The yule log falls as she lets go and watches me lay there breathing heavy. I didn't make it to orgasm this time. This is just the beginning of a journey. I can't wait to see what happens to me next. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Part I: It was a long a tiring day running errands and going on a hike. My owner and I get home and don't waste much time before we are both naked cuddling on the bed. My face is right by her left nipple and I can't help myself so I playfully kiss and suck it a few times hearing her breath shorten into bursts of desire. I rest my head back in the crook of her arm but can't help myself and play with her nipple a little more. She grabs my head and moves me over. I move above her to go for her right nipple. It's the one that really gets her going. "That's not what I meant." she says with a slight irritation. We both know that she wasn't pushing my head to her other nipple. "What do you want then?" I ask quizzically with a smirk. She knows I want to hear her say it. That's part of the fun for me. She doesn't reply immediately but waits a bit just to tease me. A few more moments pass and she gives me what I want. "Suck my dick, Bella." she says calmly and firmly. She used my pet name! I haven't even earned it yet! I excitedly go down and push her throbbing clit into my mouth. I've learned to pull back the skin to expose the tip more and she goes into her quiet pleasure. "Good girl." she says as I push her clit to the back of my throat. I am trying to get better at deep throating and she knows I want the practice. "You're a really good pet." she manages to get out. Her legs have twitched a few times now. I've already got her deep in. She's already saying more than she normally does and it sends me into a frenzy. I push her clit deeper into my throat than I normally do and moan at her words. "Mmm you're getting better." her legs have gone straight a few times now and have twitched, sure signs she might be at the edge of orgasm. I moan and mew as my slobber runs down her hard clit. Something triggers in my brain when I know she's about to orgasm and I can't help but moan out "MMMHMM" a few times. It normally sends her over the edge but this time she relaxes her legs and I know I have more to do. "You're really good at that." my mind is racing. Her clit bobs up and down in my mouth and I try to get her into my throat as many times as possible before the gag reflex kicks in. She knows I'm trying to push myself and she holds back her orgasm. "I can't wait to tie you up and fuck your throat." we talked about this. I immediately imagine the reward for being able to be throat fucked by her. I want to have the rope tied around my arms and legs and take her curved beautiful clit deep in my face. "I've always wanted to own a little slut like you." This does it for both of us. The energy ramps up and she starts to twitch. She is nearing orgasm. I let out my "MMMHMM!" excitedly a few times and her breath quickens. She's quiet when she orgasms but her breath is the tell tale sign. Her legs and body start to twitch wildly and she grabs my head as her clit starts to throb. Feeling it pulse against my tongue is such an amazing feeling as we both lose ourselves in the moment. We breath heavily as I pull myself up to lay beside her again. I haven't orgasmed yet and my body is pulsing with desire. I gently claw at her and trace her skin and she seems to be falling asleep. "Do I get anything?" "Nope!" her words hit like a freight train. Was I a bad girl? Certainly no! I just did a great job I think! No this was something else. What is she playing at? I groan in displeasure as my mind races. She knows I'm losing my mind and stays silent. "For how long?" I ask hoping this is just her getting me worked up for later. "Maybe a couple of months." she says. Her voice isn't stern but it's not playful. She has played a lot of poker and her skills are really showing now. I gasp and moan and I squirm with desire. Am I just to be tortured? "I don't know if I can do that." I say hoping maybe I won't have to face months of nothing. "Are you going to play with yourself without asking?" she gets up to shower and spanks me a few times leaving me on the bed writhing wondering what I'm going to do. "No!" "Good girl." ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ Part II: We are getting our hair dyed today and we both need to shower with some shampoo we bought to get all the oils out of our hair so the color will stick. I've been super excited about getting both of our hair done but now I'm a mess. She comes over with the key from the desk and unlocks my collar. After pulling the lock off, she slowly lets the leather drag across my neck. She knows I hate having my collar removed but it can't come to the shower with it on so she drags out the moment. "So nothing at all?" I ask. I know she likes begging and I start to wonder if this is a ploy to get me to beg her to let me orgasm. "You can't play with your clit. I want to see if I can make you come without you playing with yourself" she says. "Can I still use dildoes and stuff?" please? Anything? "Of course!" the air clears. I know the game now. She is going to get me trained to orgasm without touching my clit. This is a game I can play. "I always take care of my pets." she says before getting into the shower. I clean out with our bidet. Seriously if you don't have a bidet, get one. It will change your life. We both suds up our hair and hold each other close. Showering together is so amazing. I love feeling our bodies together as the warm water falls around us. I wait for her to mark me as she likes to do but not today it seems. I quietly lament to myself and rinse my hair. I open my eyes and she's gone. She is always so quick. "Hey babe?" I ask. "Yes babe?" I see her shadow. She is drying off her hair and brushing it. "Can I use a dildo?" "Of course!" the shadow vanishes and I stand under the warm running water with anticipation. Which toy will she choose for me? It's the yule log. This black dildo is the most amazing toy I've ever owned. It was gifted to me by my old roomie and dear friend and quickly became my go to. It's called the yule log because my old roomie couldn't use it enjoyably and decided to make a sex themed yule scene with it. I love it so much. I reach out happily and put some conditioner on it for lube. Look I know that it's not a great idea but this is a rubber dildo and the conditioner doesn't mess up the material...also, it makes it feel more raw. She's not watching me but I slowly start to push it in. I'm standing still and get the tip in. Every time it's a challenge in the beginning. It's just so big! I push it a little deeper then....push it all the way in. As far as I can anyway. I have yet to take the entire thing. I pull and push a few times and fall to my knees. My legs tingle with electricity as I pound myself. I can't keep myself quiet and start to let out little whimpers as it starts to beat against my insides. I know I'm not allowed to touch my clit so I support myself with my other hand against the shower wall. Warm water rushes over me and I start to pound myself as hard as I can. Maybe I'll orgasm this first time. It feels so good. My arm gets tired so I switch out. Keep pounding. My whimpers grow louder and her head pokes around the shower curtain. "Can you do it for me?" I ask. She happily agrees to and I bend over on all fours to let her slam the yule log into me. She's harder on me than I am and I start to moan loudly. She pushes it deeper that I do and my mind goes wild. My body becomes lost as I try to keep myself steadied but eventually it all goes too intense and I drop to the shower floor. The yule log falls as she lets go and watches me lay there breathing heavy. I didn't make it to orgasm this time. This is just the beginning of a journey. I can't wait to see what happens to me next. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

“What you really need is a gigolo.” Damini said to her friend Shweta. They were discussing Shweta’s marital problems. Her husband Mayur was totally focused on his career. As a result their sex life was almost non-existent and Shweta was getting more and more upset. She had already rejected the advice of having an affair as she was devoted to her family. “Are you mad? What if people find out?” Shweta replied. “So the objection is not seeing a gigolo but people finding out.” Damini joked and continued “What if I tell you a fool proof method, would you try it?” “What do you mean?” Shweta enquired. “What if the gigolo is invisible? Nobody can see him. No one would come to know.” Damini said. “Is this your latest fantasy?” Shweta said laughingly. “Not at all dear. I have already experienced it many times. The proof of pudding is in eating. Here is the number. You can try out. The charges are Rs. 10,000 for one hour session or Rs. 20,000 for 4 sessions in a month.” Damini wrote a mobile number and handed over to her. Without believing anything Shweta out of politeness kept the number. After few days Shweta watching a romantic movie was feeling horny. She was all alone in the house. Mayur as usual was busy. Her 14 year old daughter Ramita had gone to a birthday party. All of a sudden she remembered the talk with Damini and out of fun thought of trying the number. She dialled the number. A sweet female voice responded, “Hello IG booking. This is Priya. How can I help you?” Shweta said, “Please book a session for me.” “When and where do you want to have it?” Priya enquired. Shweta told her address and mentioned that she wants the session immediately as soon as possible. After checking the schedule Priya replied, “IG Sandeep is available in your area one hour from now. Is it ok?” “Fine.” “Which plan you want to follow?” Priya told all the plans available. “Right now I will go for the single session.” Shweta hesitatingly said.” “Ok. IG Sandeep will be with you at 3 p.m. today. You can pay him Rs. 10,000 in cash.” Priya concluded the call. It seems like a routine business call. Shweta was still not believing it but was curious to know. On the CD player she started playing her favourite music. She was awaken from daydreaming when the doorbell rang at sharp 3 p.m. She was surprised and enthusiastically opened the door. No one was there. She was disappointed. She went out to see who may have rang the bell. Finding no one she came back and closed the door. Suddenly she felt like someone was holding her and kissing her softly on lips. She heard a male voice saying, “Good afternoon Mam. This is IG Sandeep reporting. You can call me Sandy.” Shweta was taken aback. She started looking around to find out what was happening. Another kiss greeted her, “Good afternoon Mam. You look lovely.” “Good afternoon Sandy.” Still confused from the experience Shweta finally managed to speak in low voice. Shweta was still feeling confused not knowing how to react or behave. She was looking around trying to place him. Sandy was standing in front of her smiling and enjoying. He hugged her tightly and then kissed her again keeping his both hands on her bums. She was feeling helpless but was rather enjoying the experience. Sandy told her in a soothing voice, “Relax Dear. Let go of all your tensions. Don’t try to see me. Focus on hearing my voice and feeling me with your body. It is better to close your eyes as you cannot see anything anyway.” Shweta tried to follow his instructions but it was still a strange experience for her. Sandy continued, “Has anybody told you that you are very beautiful? You look awesome and extremely hot.” Shweta was relishing the flattering talk. Indeed she was beautiful and with vital statistics of 34-26-36 she did have an enviable body. “Should I continue the lovemaking here only or should we move to the bedroom?” asked Sandy. They were still in the drawing room. Shweta silently moved towards the bedroom. Once in the bedroom Sandy asked her softly to take of her clothes. Shweta was feeling shy and hesitant. His soft voice and expert hands were having reassuring effect on her. She started to take off her top slowly. His hands were at her back encouraging her in the process. With her top off he resumed his kissing. From her mouth he slowly moved to neck. He felt her boobs taking his hands inside the bra and squeezed them gently. She started moaning with pleasure. She had never felt better. It was as if he was not just touching her body but adoring her. The touch was so smooth and he seems to know exactly how much pressure was to be applied on her boobs. Her nipples were already erect. Her boobs were struggling to come out of the bra. Finally he asked her to take off the bra. He started sucking the nipples one by one as soon as the pair was free. He squeezed her 34 C cups and she moaned with great pleasure. He started kissing her flat tummy, then her back. He was moving smoothly from one area to another making her more and more conscious of her own body. She never imagined kissing alone could achieve so much. Mayur as a contrast was a poor kisser. He never gave any importance to foreplay. He would rush to main act when she won’t be ready and then leaving her unfulfilled. Sandy was showing his expertise in all the correct movements appreciating her body as though she was a goddess. Sandy asked her to take off her jeans. He focussed all his attention to her beautiful feet. He massaged the feet gently and start kissing each foot while continuing to massage the other one. Shweta was feeling wonderful with the soft touch and groping. She felt as if she was in heaven. Sandy gradually moved upwards on her legs massaging, exploring and kissing each and every part of her legs. It seems as if he was not ready to miss a single pore of her silky skin. When Sandy reached her thigh he noticed that her panty was already drenched with her juices. He spread her thighs. He kissed her over her panty and started sucking her juices. Shweta was now moaning loudly and releasing her juices profusely. She was breathing heavily. Sandy asked her to remove her panties and she did so hastily. Now Shweta’s beautiful shaved pussy was in front of him all drenched with her juices. He resumed sucking her juices and started exploring her vagina with his tongue. Shweta was feeling blissful. Her deep fantasy was being fulfilled. Although Mayur loved her much and was interested in sexual activity too at least in initial years of her marriage, she was never able to convince him to give oral pleasure to her cunt. Not even in exchange of a blow job. Now Shweta was getting it without even asking for it. She was enjoying every single moment of the session. Sandy’s tongue forced its way into the opening and began to work increasingly quickly in and out of her cunt. He gently kissed and worked his way up her labia, and quickly ran his tongue across her clit. She jerked so hard he thought she might cum immediately, so he backed off before she went over the edge. Her clit was now fully engorged, and the pinkness of her labia seemed to be darkening as more blood rushed to her sensitive snatch. He slipped his hands back under her ass, and moved his tongue back to the bottom of her cunt and began to work his way in the opposite direction, toward her ass. As he approached her tight hole, her body began to tremble, and the first touch by his tongue caused the sharpest spasm she had experienced so far. He rimmed her ass with his tongue, and she continued to writhe. He forced the top of his tongue into her, and she nearly convulsed from the sensation. It was obvious this was something she had never before experienced. He inserted his middle finger in the virgin tight hole gently at first then more vigorously. Shweta had rarely felt orgasm in her life, may be five or six times in her fifteen years of marriage. That day was glorious for her, having orgasm after orgasm in quick succession she was in sheer ecstasy. Sandy lowered his face and gave her cunt a kiss, and then took his hard cock and put it on her cunt opening. Shweta's body was trembling. Sandy rubbed his cock head in the slit of her cunt and made it wet with her flowing juices. Then he wedged cock head on the opening of her cunt and took hold of both her tits in my both hands. Shweta's heart was beating fast. With a single thrust his big penis was inside her welcoming vagina. Sandy knew that Shweta was enjoying the fuck now, so thrusting in her wet cunt. He knew that now it was the time to give her a fuck of her life. His cock was moving in and out of her slippery cunt like a piston of railway engine. His thrusts were becoming more and more vigorous. Shweta was enjoying the fuck, as was evident from her loud moaning. She was still keeping her eyes shut. She was meeting his thrusts with equal and matching thrusts from her waist. They were fucking like animals. His cock was coming out till its head and then again disappearing fully in her cunt. He kept fucking her like this for about 10 minutes. When he was near his orgasm he took out his cock from her vagina and released his load on top of her stomach. His semen was the first evidence for her that she was not daydreaming but actual getting laid superbly getting a fuck of once in a lifetime. In order to convince herself of the blissful experience further she gathered the semen from her finger to taste it. When Shweta thought the fantastic session was over Sandy started caressing her again. He guided her to take the doggy position and entered her cunt from behind. He gave some magnificent thrusts leading to another deep orgasm to her. Sandy inserted his finger in her back hole and asked her permission to enter there to take the passion and ecstasy to the next level. Shweta however buckled from the experience and firmly said no. She was a virgin in that hole and she was afraid to be found out by her husband. Sandy understood her position. He gently kissed her ass and let her go. However he didn’t want to end the session on a disappointing note. So he gave her cunt another treat of his proficient tongue giving her yet another orgasm making her feel total fulfilment. The session was finally over. Sandy asked for his money and Shweta was jolted back to reality that he was not her husband or her lover but a gigolo. Whatever he had done was basically for the money that he will get. Shweta jokingly said, “What if I don’t pay you?” Sandy replied in pleasant voice, “Have you heard of the story of Pied Piper? In my case there are endless possibilities. You seem to have a wonderful young daughter too.” Hearing this Shweta shivered with horror over the thought of her innocent daughter exploited sexually by the invisible gigolo. She regretted deeply her thoughtless comment. She quickly took out ten thousand rupees currency notes from her purse. Not knowing how to give them to him, she left the notes on the bedside table. Immediately the notes disappeared. Shweta was regretting that she had not opted for the other package of four sessions at the rate of Rs. 20,000. She obviously liked the experience and wanted to repeat it again and again. As if reading her mind Sandy said to her, “If you give me ten thousand more, you can have three more session within a month.” Shweta gave a broad grin and handed over ten thousand rupees more. “Next time you call to book for a session you need to mention monthly package with IG Sandeep. They will be keeping your account. After three sessions you can ask for another IG if you want to experience something different. You can also share your fantasies and I will come prepared with required things to fulfil them.” Sandy kissed her goodbye. “Goodbye Mam and excuse me for the comment regarding your daughter. Don’t worry we have a code of conduct to follow. We don’t touch minor girls and even for adults we need active consent to do anything. Otherwise our power to be invisible may be taken away.” Shweta felt completely relieved and extremely glad to hear this. She wore her gown and opened the door to let him go out. She closed the door after few moments and headed for shower to wash away her ‘carnal sins’. Shweta was surprised to note that she was not at all feeling guilty about the passionate and erotic experience. She thought she deserved the guilty pleasures and she was already planning what she will ask Sandy to do in future trysts.

“What you really need is a gigolo.” Damini said to her friend Shweta. They were discussing Shweta’s marital problems. Her husband Mayur was totally focused on his career. As a result their sex life was almost non-existent and Shweta was getting more and more upset. She had already rejected the advice of having an affair as she was devoted to her family. “Are you mad? What if people find out?” Shweta replied. “So the objection is not seeing a gigolo but people finding out.” Damini joked and continued “What if I tell you a fool proof method, would you try it?” “What do you mean?” Shweta enquired. “What if the gigolo is invisible? Nobody can see him. No one would come to know.” Damini said. “Is this your latest fantasy?” Shweta said laughingly. “Not at all dear. I have already experienced it many times. The proof of pudding is in eating. Here is the number. You can try out. The charges are Rs. 10,000 for one hour session or Rs. 20,000 for 4 sessions in a month.” Damini wrote a mobile number and handed over to her. Without believing anything Shweta out of politeness kept the number. After few days Shweta watching a romantic movie was feeling horny. She was all alone in the house. Mayur as usual was busy. Her 14 year old daughter Ramita had gone to a birthday party. All of a sudden she remembered the talk with Damini and out of fun thought of trying the number. She dialled the number. A sweet female voice responded, “Hello IG booking. This is Priya. How can I help you?” Shweta said, “Please book a session for me.” “When and where do you want to have it?” Priya enquired. Shweta told her address and mentioned that she wants the session immediately as soon as possible. After checking the schedule Priya replied, “IG Sandeep is available in your area one hour from now. Is it ok?” “Fine.” “Which plan you want to follow?” Priya told all the plans available. “Right now I will go for the single session.” Shweta hesitatingly said.” “Ok. IG Sandeep will be with you at 3 p.m. today. You can pay him Rs. 10,000 in cash.” Priya concluded the call. It seems like a routine business call. Shweta was still not believing it but was curious to know. On the CD player she started playing her favourite music. She was awaken from daydreaming when the doorbell rang at sharp 3 p.m. She was surprised and enthusiastically opened the door. No one was there. She was disappointed. She went out to see who may have rang the bell. Finding no one she came back and closed the door. Suddenly she felt like someone was holding her and kissing her softly on lips. She heard a male voice saying, “Good afternoon Mam. This is IG Sandeep reporting. You can call me Sandy.” Shweta was taken aback. She started looking around to find out what was happening. Another kiss greeted her, “Good afternoon Mam. You look lovely.” “Good afternoon Sandy.” Still confused from the experience Shweta finally managed to speak in low voice. Shweta was still feeling confused not knowing how to react or behave. She was looking around trying to place him. Sandy was standing in front of her smiling and enjoying. He hugged her tightly and then kissed her again keeping his both hands on her bums. She was feeling helpless but was rather enjoying the experience. Sandy told her in a soothing voice, “Relax Dear. Let go of all your tensions. Don’t try to see me. Focus on hearing my voice and feeling me with your body. It is better to close your eyes as you cannot see anything anyway.” Shweta tried to follow his instructions but it was still a strange experience for her. Sandy continued, “Has anybody told you that you are very beautiful? You look awesome and extremely hot.” Shweta was relishing the flattering talk. Indeed she was beautiful and with vital statistics of 34-26-36 she did have an enviable body. “Should I continue the lovemaking here only or should we move to the bedroom?” asked Sandy. They were still in the drawing room. Shweta silently moved towards the bedroom. Once in the bedroom Sandy asked her softly to take of her clothes. Shweta was feeling shy and hesitant. His soft voice and expert hands were having reassuring effect on her. She started to take off her top slowly. His hands were at her back encouraging her in the process. With her top off he resumed his kissing. From her mouth he slowly moved to neck. He felt her boobs taking his hands inside the bra and squeezed them gently. She started moaning with pleasure. She had never felt better. It was as if he was not just touching her body but adoring her. The touch was so smooth and he seems to know exactly how much pressure was to be applied on her boobs. Her nipples were already erect. Her boobs were struggling to come out of the bra. Finally he asked her to take off the bra. He started sucking the nipples one by one as soon as the pair was free. He squeezed her 34 C cups and she moaned with great pleasure. He started kissing her flat tummy, then her back. He was moving smoothly from one area to another making her more and more conscious of her own body. She never imagined kissing alone could achieve so much. Mayur as a contrast was a poor kisser. He never gave any importance to foreplay. He would rush to main act when she won’t be ready and then leaving her unfulfilled. Sandy was showing his expertise in all the correct movements appreciating her body as though she was a goddess. Sandy asked her to take off her jeans. He focussed all his attention to her beautiful feet. He massaged the feet gently and start kissing each foot while continuing to massage the other one. Shweta was feeling wonderful with the soft touch and groping. She felt as if she was in heaven. Sandy gradually moved upwards on her legs massaging, exploring and kissing each and every part of her legs. It seems as if he was not ready to miss a single pore of her silky skin. When Sandy reached her thigh he noticed that her panty was already drenched with her juices. He spread her thighs. He kissed her over her panty and started sucking her juices. Shweta was now moaning loudly and releasing her juices profusely. She was breathing heavily. Sandy asked her to remove her panties and she did so hastily. Now Shweta’s beautiful shaved pussy was in front of him all drenched with her juices. He resumed sucking her juices and started exploring her vagina with his tongue. Shweta was feeling blissful. Her deep fantasy was being fulfilled. Although Mayur loved her much and was interested in sexual activity too at least in initial years of her marriage, she was never able to convince him to give oral pleasure to her cunt. Not even in exchange of a blow job. Now Shweta was getting it without even asking for it. She was enjoying every single moment of the session. Sandy’s tongue forced its way into the opening and began to work increasingly quickly in and out of her cunt. He gently kissed and worked his way up her labia, and quickly ran his tongue across her clit. She jerked so hard he thought she might cum immediately, so he backed off before she went over the edge. Her clit was now fully engorged, and the pinkness of her labia seemed to be darkening as more blood rushed to her sensitive snatch. He slipped his hands back under her ass, and moved his tongue back to the bottom of her cunt and began to work his way in the opposite direction, toward her ass. As he approached her tight hole, her body began to tremble, and the first touch by his tongue caused the sharpest spasm she had experienced so far. He rimmed her ass with his tongue, and she continued to writhe. He forced the top of his tongue into her, and she nearly convulsed from the sensation. It was obvious this was something she had never before experienced. He inserted his middle finger in the virgin tight hole gently at first then more vigorously. Shweta had rarely felt orgasm in her life, may be five or six times in her fifteen years of marriage. That day was glorious for her, having orgasm after orgasm in quick succession she was in sheer ecstasy. Sandy lowered his face and gave her cunt a kiss, and then took his hard cock and put it on her cunt opening. Shweta's body was trembling. Sandy rubbed his cock head in the slit of her cunt and made it wet with her flowing juices. Then he wedged cock head on the opening of her cunt and took hold of both her tits in my both hands. Shweta's heart was beating fast. With a single thrust his big penis was inside her welcoming vagina. Sandy knew that Shweta was enjoying the fuck now, so thrusting in her wet cunt. He knew that now it was the time to give her a fuck of her life. His cock was moving in and out of her slippery cunt like a piston of railway engine. His thrusts were becoming more and more vigorous. Shweta was enjoying the fuck, as was evident from her loud moaning. She was still keeping her eyes shut. She was meeting his thrusts with equal and matching thrusts from her waist. They were fucking like animals. His cock was coming out till its head and then again disappearing fully in her cunt. He kept fucking her like this for about 10 minutes. When he was near his orgasm he took out his cock from her vagina and released his load on top of her stomach. His semen was the first evidence for her that she was not daydreaming but actual getting laid superbly getting a fuck of once in a lifetime. In order to convince herself of the blissful experience further she gathered the semen from her finger to taste it. When Shweta thought the fantastic session was over Sandy started caressing her again. He guided her to take the doggy position and entered her cunt from behind. He gave some magnificent thrusts leading to another deep orgasm to her. Sandy inserted his finger in her back hole and asked her permission to enter there to take the passion and ecstasy to the next level. Shweta however buckled from the experience and firmly said no. She was a virgin in that hole and she was afraid to be found out by her husband. Sandy understood her position. He gently kissed her ass and let her go. However he didn’t want to end the session on a disappointing note. So he gave her cunt another treat of his proficient tongue giving her yet another orgasm making her feel total fulfilment. The session was finally over. Sandy asked for his money and Shweta was jolted back to reality that he was not her husband or her lover but a gigolo. Whatever he had done was basically for the money that he will get. Shweta jokingly said, “What if I don’t pay you?” Sandy replied in pleasant voice, “Have you heard of the story of Pied Piper? In my case there are endless possibilities. You seem to have a wonderful young daughter too.” Hearing this Shweta shivered with horror over the thought of her innocent daughter exploited sexually by the invisible gigolo. She regretted deeply her thoughtless comment. She quickly took out ten thousand rupees currency notes from her purse. Not knowing how to give them to him, she left the notes on the bedside table. Immediately the notes disappeared. Shweta was regretting that she had not opted for the other package of four sessions at the rate of Rs. 20,000. She obviously liked the experience and wanted to repeat it again and again. As if reading her mind Sandy said to her, “If you give me ten thousand more, you can have three more session within a month.” Shweta gave a broad grin and handed over ten thousand rupees more. “Next time you call to book for a session you need to mention monthly package with IG Sandeep. They will be keeping your account. After three sessions you can ask for another IG if you want to experience something different. You can also share your fantasies and I will come prepared with required things to fulfil them.” Sandy kissed her goodbye. “Goodbye Mam and excuse me for the comment regarding your daughter. Don’t worry we have a code of conduct to follow. We don’t touch minor girls and even for adults we need active consent to do anything. Otherwise our power to be invisible may be taken away.” Shweta felt completely relieved and extremely glad to hear this. She wore her gown and opened the door to let him go out. She closed the door after few moments and headed for shower to wash away her ‘carnal sins’. Shweta was surprised to note that she was not at all feeling guilty about the passionate and erotic experience. She thought she deserved the guilty pleasures and she was already planning what she will ask Sandy to do in future trysts.

A couple days after having had my first experience with her, I couldn’t get the memory of that night out of my head. The weekend felt like it lasted forever and for the first time ever, I couldn’t wait for Monday to come. When I finally came back to the office on Monday I was unpleasantly surprised with the news the CEO would be visiting today and we would be having dinner together. So as I sat through meetings and bullshit presentations all I could imagine was that beautiful pink headed cock sliding in and out of my mouth, watching her eyes close as she shot her salty load into my throat. Her smile as I choked on that load and had her jizz dripping out of my mouth as my eyes watered and feeling her tongue lick her own jizz off my face as she eventually kissed me with her mouth covered in her love juice. My twitching cock kept me seated the entire day as I entertained the big boss, listening to him compliment the company and ask how my wife and kids were. I was so tempted to say they were great but not as good as the fat assed shemale that I had raw dogged last week and was trying to get rid of him to go suck her balls dry. The rest of the day went by like molasses in winter, and to make matters worse dinner would be late and alcohol filled. We made it to the restaurant around 8 and the onslaught of food and wine began. I tried to keep it as light as possible on the off chance I would be able to make it out in time to call her again, but I didn’t even know if she was working. By the time we had drank and ate I excused myself to the restroom and sent her a text asking if she was available. I returned to the table in time to see the bill paid and everyone start to leave when my phone buzzed. My heart fluttered and I nervously reached for the phone. The text simply said yes and that was enough to excite me. I texted my wife letting her know dinner was running long and we would probably have drinks out as was fairly normal in my field. I felt a slight guilt when she just said be safe and I love you, but my hormones were running as high as a teenager. I texted the escort asking if it was the same motel and received the same one word response. I raced towards there and once I was close I called. The familiar voice just told me to park in the same place as before but the room was 7 instead of 10. I anxiously knocked on the door and was greeted by her smile again. She walked back and sat on the bed, looked at me and said well now that the cats out the bag you’re not gonna act weird at first huh. I walked over and kissed her running my hands across the front of her tight dress, caressing the sleeping giant I once again hoped to enjoy. Foreplay was minimal and I stripped off as fast as I’d ever done. She did the same, this time facing me as her dick came into view. She turned around and bent over allowing me to see her beautiful ass in display. I wasted no time and pressed my hard cock to it, sliding it up and down her cheeks. She lubed her hand and stroked my dick to get it nice and slippery, then she took the remaining lube and ran it over her right puckered hole. She guided me in again, no condom straight into the pits of her glory. My dick felt like it was getting harder and harder with each stroke. She moaned squeaked with delight as our balls would slap together with every stroke. After a few minutes I pulled out and laid her on her back, guiding my dick back to her asshole. It was the first time I would see her dick as I was fucking her. I went back in and started to whack her off as I fucked her right hole. When she looked like she was ready to cum I pulled out of her ass and hungrily wrapped my lips around her mushrooming head once again feeling the ropes of cum coat my mouth. I savored the taste this time enjoying every second of it. She returned the favor, sucking my dick that had just been buried in her bowels until I released a river of jizz in her mouth. After settling down we spoke a bit more and she would look at me like I was the only person in the world. She talked about her youth and growing up with certain feelings. She bragged about her tits and how tight her ass was and how no pussy could compare. We laughed for a while and she told me to once again cuddle with her. I knew that once I got close to her my cock would come right back to life, it was like magnetism, an inevitable force or attraction. I laid behind her, my dick nestled right between those beautiful cheeks as my hand slowly played with her soft member. My hard on and manipulation seemed to work as her dick started to come back to life. We kissed passionately and I told her that maybe I should use a condom while fucking her again. She smiled and said I should. I was the only guy she let fuck her without one and it was for some weird reason she couldn’t understand. As my dick hardened more I felt the head touch her hole, I smiled and said maybe next time and once again I slid my raw dick up that tight ass. She told me to hold still and she rocked her body back and forth squeezing her sphincter and milking my cock. I blew my load so fast I apologized saying it was too good for me to handle. She smiled and said baby that’s my job, to be the best you’ll ever have. As she got up to clean out her leaky asshole I pulled her back and started liking it clean again. Then I took the lube and poured it over her dick, looking up I said I’m ready. She took my hand and said if that’s what I wanted she would do it, I got on fours and told her that I was all hers. She asked if I wanted her to use a condom and I laughed and said, maybe next time. She lived her fingers and slowly started one finger at a time listening my virgin ass. I’d done slight play before, maybe a finger from a girl blowing me but I knew what was coming was completely different. My throat dried up and heart sped up in anticipation. She finally withdrew the three fingers she’d massaged into me and now I was ready. I felt the hot tip of her cock slowly push against me. I relaxed and felt as little by little it broke through my sphincter. The pain was sharp and constant but the adrenaline kept me hornier than ever just wanting to slam back into it. Ike a pronshe slid completely inside me, pausing to allow my to adjust to her girth and length. She then started slowly sliding in and out, adding a half inch to her stroke after every 5 or so pumps. Pretty soon she was going from head to balls, sliding that cock in and out of me. The pressure in my prostate gave me an instant hard on even though I’d just nut. My eyes were glossednover with joy and I arched my back and moved with her matching her rhythmic as she fucked me deep. Then I felt the most amazing feeling as her cock started trembling and I felt the warmth of her cum coat my insides. The feeling alone made my cock spurt a small load over the bed. She was about to pull out but I pleaded for her to leave it in a bit longer so I could savor the feeling. Finally she popped her head out and the sting of my raw asshole combined with the emptiness of my ass made me miss her cock in me already. I felt my asshole leak and asked for a wipe. She handed one over and gave me a kiss in the process. I got dressed again and watched her as she walked to the shower. She asked me if I wanted to join her but I knew that any invitation would end with one of us getting fucked and I was too tired to continue. I kissed her again and walked out after leaving her donation in the dresser. I drove home hoping to sleep and continue reminiscing on my first time.

A couple days after having had my first experience with her, I couldn’t get the memory of that night out of my head. The weekend felt like it lasted forever and for the first time ever, I couldn’t wait for Monday to come. When I finally came back to the office on Monday I was unpleasantly surprised with the news the CEO would be visiting today and we would be having dinner together. So as I sat through meetings and bullshit presentations all I could imagine was that beautiful pink headed cock sliding in and out of my mouth, watching her eyes close as she shot her salty load into my throat. Her smile as I choked on that load and had her jizz dripping out of my mouth as my eyes watered and feeling her tongue lick her own jizz off my face as she eventually kissed me with her mouth covered in her love juice. My twitching cock kept me seated the entire day as I entertained the big boss, listening to him compliment the company and ask how my wife and kids were. I was so tempted to say they were great but not as good as the fat assed shemale that I had raw dogged last week and was trying to get rid of him to go suck her balls dry. The rest of the day went by like molasses in winter, and to make matters worse dinner would be late and alcohol filled. We made it to the restaurant around 8 and the onslaught of food and wine began. I tried to keep it as light as possible on the off chance I would be able to make it out in time to call her again, but I didn’t even know if she was working. By the time we had drank and ate I excused myself to the restroom and sent her a text asking if she was available. I returned to the table in time to see the bill paid and everyone start to leave when my phone buzzed. My heart fluttered and I nervously reached for the phone. The text simply said yes and that was enough to excite me. I texted my wife letting her know dinner was running long and we would probably have drinks out as was fairly normal in my field. I felt a slight guilt when she just said be safe and I love you, but my hormones were running as high as a teenager. I texted the escort asking if it was the same motel and received the same one word response. I raced towards there and once I was close I called. The familiar voice just told me to park in the same place as before but the room was 7 instead of 10. I anxiously knocked on the door and was greeted by her smile again. She walked back and sat on the bed, looked at me and said well now that the cats out the bag you’re not gonna act weird at first huh. I walked over and kissed her running my hands across the front of her tight dress, caressing the sleeping giant I once again hoped to enjoy. Foreplay was minimal and I stripped off as fast as I’d ever done. She did the same, this time facing me as her dick came into view. She turned around and bent over allowing me to see her beautiful ass in display. I wasted no time and pressed my hard cock to it, sliding it up and down her cheeks. She lubed her hand and stroked my dick to get it nice and slippery, then she took the remaining lube and ran it over her right puckered hole. She guided me in again, no condom straight into the pits of her glory. My dick felt like it was getting harder and harder with each stroke. She moaned squeaked with delight as our balls would slap together with every stroke. After a few minutes I pulled out and laid her on her back, guiding my dick back to her asshole. It was the first time I would see her dick as I was fucking her. I went back in and started to whack her off as I fucked her right hole. When she looked like she was ready to cum I pulled out of her ass and hungrily wrapped my lips around her mushrooming head once again feeling the ropes of cum coat my mouth. I savored the taste this time enjoying every second of it. She returned the favor, sucking my dick that had just been buried in her bowels until I released a river of jizz in her mouth. After settling down we spoke a bit more and she would look at me like I was the only person in the world. She talked about her youth and growing up with certain feelings. She bragged about her tits and how tight her ass was and how no pussy could compare. We laughed for a while and she told me to once again cuddle with her. I knew that once I got close to her my cock would come right back to life, it was like magnetism, an inevitable force or attraction. I laid behind her, my dick nestled right between those beautiful cheeks as my hand slowly played with her soft member. My hard on and manipulation seemed to work as her dick started to come back to life. We kissed passionately and I told her that maybe I should use a condom while fucking her again. She smiled and said I should. I was the only guy she let fuck her without one and it was for some weird reason she couldn’t understand. As my dick hardened more I felt the head touch her hole, I smiled and said maybe next time and once again I slid my raw dick up that tight ass. She told me to hold still and she rocked her body back and forth squeezing her sphincter and milking my cock. I blew my load so fast I apologized saying it was too good for me to handle. She smiled and said baby that’s my job, to be the best you’ll ever have. As she got up to clean out her leaky asshole I pulled her back and started liking it clean again. Then I took the lube and poured it over her dick, looking up I said I’m ready. She took my hand and said if that’s what I wanted she would do it, I got on fours and told her that I was all hers. She asked if I wanted her to use a condom and I laughed and said, maybe next time. She lived her fingers and slowly started one finger at a time listening my virgin ass. I’d done slight play before, maybe a finger from a girl blowing me but I knew what was coming was completely different. My throat dried up and heart sped up in anticipation. She finally withdrew the three fingers she’d massaged into me and now I was ready. I felt the hot tip of her cock slowly push against me. I relaxed and felt as little by little it broke through my sphincter. The pain was sharp and constant but the adrenaline kept me hornier than ever just wanting to slam back into it. Ike a pronshe slid completely inside me, pausing to allow my to adjust to her girth and length. She then started slowly sliding in and out, adding a half inch to her stroke after every 5 or so pumps. Pretty soon she was going from head to balls, sliding that cock in and out of me. The pressure in my prostate gave me an instant hard on even though I’d just nut. My eyes were glossednover with joy and I arched my back and moved with her matching her rhythmic as she fucked me deep. Then I felt the most amazing feeling as her cock started trembling and I felt the warmth of her cum coat my insides. The feeling alone made my cock spurt a small load over the bed. She was about to pull out but I pleaded for her to leave it in a bit longer so I could savor the feeling. Finally she popped her head out and the sting of my raw asshole combined with the emptiness of my ass made me miss her cock in me already. I felt my asshole leak and asked for a wipe. She handed one over and gave me a kiss in the process. I got dressed again and watched her as she walked to the shower. She asked me if I wanted to join her but I knew that any invitation would end with one of us getting fucked and I was too tired to continue. I kissed her again and walked out after leaving her donation in the dresser. I drove home hoping to sleep and continue reminiscing on my first time.

The day had been dragging. It was almost lunchtime and as a regular John I started looking to take and extended lunch and get my nut off. Browsing through escort pages had been a hobby but actually committing to it had been a recent thing. I’d still get the dry mouth and butterflies in my stomach whenever I would head over. He’ll, I still texted them and would refuse to use the ones that said you had to call out of fear. Once lunch time was approaching I decided to peruse the usual sites and pick something for a nooner. The perks of being in management were no time limits on lunch and a handsome compensation that fed into my newfound hobby. This particular day I picked a girl I’d seen many times but never chose, I guess there was something deep inside I knew was wrong but today was the day I would find out what it was. I texted her and set up the date and like a well oiled machine, the plan flowed with no issues. I arrived at the motel where she was, Sweaty palmed and scared as hell I just wanted to nut and get back to work. A failed jack off session had frustrated me that morning and the need to feel that hot cum shoot out of my dick consumed me far more than any reasoning. She texted me she was showering and would call me soon to let me know the room. My phone rang and my anxiety was at a peak. Her voice was soft but raspy and although soothing it felt different than all I’d experienced. She tells me to go to room 110 and park in the front, she would open the door once I arrived and make my day. I did as told and once I knocked she led me into a dark room, the smell of cigarette permeated the air but all I could focus on was the ass on this girl. Her mini skirt rode up so the bottom of her ass cheeks showed and my hand gravitated to grab it as if my life depended on it. She led me to the corner of the bed and proceeded to unbuckle my pants and suck my throbbing cock. Feeling her mouth on my bare cock was amazing. She looked up and I could see those eyes water as she took me down to the base. I was in heaven. She received a call and contrary to what I though she picked up and spoke to another John asking for her as she manhandled my dick with her mouth. She would use her other hand to play as she spoke and then take me deep into her throat as she listened. After a short conversation she hung up and said that she was all mine. She peeled her thong off the back of her glorious ass and poured oil all over it. She then laid me down and massages my aching cock with her ass cheeks, slowly grinding up and down with those lubed checks. She never turned towards me and kept the thong over the front of her, which peaked my interest but I was so caught up that I could not act on it. She then got on all fours and that beautiful ass was once again in display. She handed me a condom and told me to put it on But still she refused to remove the thong fully. Now I was fairly new at this but I sensed something was wrong, however before I could do anything she pulled my wrapped cock deep in her ass and I was in heaven. Feeling that tightness was amazing and listening to her groans and moans just made my dick harder than I’d ever felt it. As I tried to feed her up she kept guiding my hands towards her tits and I guess she noticed my hesitance in fucking her when I was unable to feel more of her. She asked me if I was ok and that if I was uncomfortable I was more than free to leave, I didn’t even have to pay but I assured her I was ok and wanted to continue. By then I realized the blue balls would’ve killed me and I needed some release. She peeled off the condom and took me in her mouth again, she noticed my curiosity as I was now putting the pieces together but she was so nice that I couldn’t bring myself to confront her. She laid with her ass to me and told me to cuddle with her and I couldn’t help but oblige. She rubber her ass on my bare cock and slowly but surely my raging hard on was sliding between her cheeks. This is where I lost all control and guided my cock into her ass. She moaned and kissed me. I knew by then she was not who she said but I was still balls deep in her fucking her raw and wanting more. I proceeded to fuck her like there was no tomorrow, condomless and fully aware I was not going to stop. I whispered in her ear that I was about to cum and she said do it baby. I sprayed her bowels with the strength of a thousand men. Leaving me weak in the process. She said if I liked it and I told her that she was amazing but I wanted more. She looked perplexed and I said I want to see your dick. She was taken aback and shyly asked how I knew. I told her the signs but quickly put her at ease saying I was ok. She peeled the rest of her thong as my cum leaked from her asshole like a pro I licked it all up letting my mouth explore her balls and then coming up to her cock. I sucked the tip and was amazed by how good it felt. I continued till she came in my mouth and then I told her that my asshole was next.

He walked into the room, and the sight he saw was amazing. There she was, laying naked on the bed, legs lifted with her fingers deep inside her. She had a small butt plug in her ass, and he could see the wetness dripping from her pussy to down onto the sheets. Her eyes were closed, back slightly arched as her fingers continued moving in and out of her pussy. He stood in the doorway, watching, his cock getting harder as he watched. His hand slid down to the bulge starting in his pants, rubbing it through the jeans he had on. As he watched, her moans started getting louder, her back started to arch, and her other hand rubbed more vigorously on her clitoris. He could tell she was reaching her climax. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pull them down with his underwear to the floor. He stepped out of them, and walked over to the bed, his hard cock near her face. She was still oblivious to his presence. As she rubbed and fingered herself, he stroked his cock. He was so aroused, he knew it wouldn't take much to reach his own climax. He stroked at a pace that would match hers, so he could climax on her face as she came. Her moans got even louder, fingers going deeper. The sheets under her ass were soaked, her aroma filled the air. He took deeper breaths of her smell, stroking more quickly to match her. He watched as her fingers dove deep inside her and the moan was almost a primal scream of release. Her other hand had moved up and was pulling on her nipples, alternating as the scream continued. Her back was arched, her mouth open, breathing hard. Her fingers started moving slowly again. At that moment, he quikened his pace, reaching his climax. He let out a moan, shooting his cum onto her face. A little grin shot across her lips, as her tongue licked the creamy present off her lips. She opened her eyes, looked into his, and winked. "Did you enjoy that?", she asked. "Oh yes I did", he replied. "So, how about you clean up my pretty pussy with you tongue?", she stated, not so much as a question, but a statement - almost a command. She grabbed his now limp cock, and stroked it teasingly. Using his cock as a leash, she guided him over to the edge of the bed, where she then reached up and grabbed his head and shoved it into her soaking wet pussy. "Lick it clean!", she demanded. Holding his face there by the back of his head, bordering on suffocating him, his tonge shot out into her pussy. He relished the taste and the aroma, knowing that if he didn't satisfy her, there would be punishment. But he liked to be punished. "Oooh...very good. Now, take the plug out of my ass and clean it. I want you to taste my ass before you put it up your own", she commanded. He quickly obeyed, removing the plug from her ass with a slight pop. He took the chance and licked her, tasting her pussy juices mixed with her ass from her orgasm earlier. He licked the plug, then spit on it to lube it before putting it in his ass. It was a tight fit, but his ass adjusted to it. As he put it in, he could feel his cock sitffen a little. She saw his cock stiffen and stated "you liked that, didn't you?". He looked up and smiled. She pushed his head back down to her pussy saying "you aren't done yet". His tongue flicked her clit, then jammed inside her pussy, making a scoop shape as it came out, bring with it her juices. He savored the aroma and flavor, swallowing every last drop. The juices kept coming. "May I put a finger inside your pussy?" he timidly asked, hoping she would say yes. She looked down on him and nodded. That familiar look of pleasure was starting to cross her face. He knew that if he did her right, she would be pleased and let him fuck her. He put his finger inside her pussy, slowly pumping in and out. While his finger did its work, his tongue found her clit and vigorously flicked it. He glanced up, her eyes were closed again, her body starting to arch. He knew she was close. He took his thumb from his other hand and used it to flick her clit, moving his tongue to lick her pussy, and putting second finger inside her. The thumb from the hand finger fucking her started rubbing her asshole, causing her to moan out loud. Looking up again, he saw her hands, which had released him, tugging on her nipples. Her moans were getting louder. "Don't stop, don't stop. Ooooh. Faster. Come on, I'm almost there......Ahhhhhhhhhhh" - she screamed again in complete pleasure. His thumb shoved into her ass as it clenched tight; her pussy gripping his fingers; his other thumb never stopping flicking; his tongue lapping up the juices. His cock was completely hard, almost aching. "May I fuck you?" he asked, with a timid tone. "No, you may not" she replied, "I am going to fuck you". "Yes ma'am" was the only reply he could muster. "Take the plug out of your ass", she commanded. He complied, slowly pulling it out with a little "pop". She got off the bed and guided him to the edge of the bed and bent him over at the waist. Making no sound, she walked to the other side of the bed, looked him in the eyes, and grabbed his arms. She pulled them apart to each corner of the bed. Reaching down, she grabbed rope that she had conveniently placed there earlier and bound his wrists to the corners of the bed. She watched his face as she did this - the look of apprehension and pleasure of the things to come were erotic, making her drip a little. She looked at him again, reached in and kissed him lightly on the lips. She could smell her aroma on his goatee and could taste her on his lips. Her tongue licked across his lips, causing him to smile. She walked around to the opposite side of the bed, where his ass was sticking up. She grabbed his legs and spread them apart, as she had done with his arms, leaving his ass wide open and exposed. She tied his left leg first, kissing up his leg from his tied ankle to his calf up to his thigh. She saw his cock twitch and she took it into her mouth briefly, tasting some precum, savoring it. She let his cock out of her mouth and proceeded to tie his right leg. This time she lightly bit his leg up from the ankle to the calf to the thigh. She again took his cock into her mouth, longer this time. She sucked on it. She took her left hand and stroked it with just the tip in her mouth, while her right hand went to his ass. She began rubbing each cheek, massaging them. Then she abruptly stopped stroking his cock, took it deep down her throat and dragged her teeth across it lightly as she let it fall from her mouth. She stood up and with both hands, smacked both his ass cheeks. She heard him groan in a shocked pain. Her hand prints formed on his ass. While still not speaking to him, she opened the dresser drawer and pulled out a small anal strap-on. She walked around to face him and asked, "are you ready my love? I am going to put this up your ass and fuck you. You will be my little toy". She put the strap-on on, and put the anal dildo to his lips, "now suck it and get it wet. Your spit will lube it before I fuck you". He opened his mouth, taking it in slowly. Her hips started moving, slowly fucking his mouth. She grabbed his head and slowly put the whole thing in his mouth. He wanted to gag, but he knew she would punish him. As she continued fucking his face, he couldn't help it anymore. He gagged. She stopped and looked at him. "You gagged? You know what that means." She pulled it out of his mouth, and grabbed a riding crop from her dresser. "I told you no gagging. You were doing so much better. The last time you got 5 swats to each cheek. This time, it will be twice that. You will learn not to gag". He winced, knowing what was coming. Her smack earlier from her hands was nothing. When she was unhappy, the riding crop had no mercy on his ass. "IN FACT, YOUR ASSHOLE WILL GET A COUPLE TOO". She stood over him, her pussy dripping with anticipation. She knew how much he really liked this, and she almost came every time she got to dish out a little punishment. She lifted the crop above her had - SMACK onto the left cheek. SMACK onto the right cheek. Not as hard as it would be by the end, but it left a nice little mark. The noise he made was one of pain and pleasure. She repeated the smacking, increasing in intensity each smack. By the time his 10 swats per cheek were complete, his ass was as red as a beet. She had promised additional punishment, and he knew she wouldn't show mercy. Her pussy dripping now, she was going to tease him. Walking around to his tear ridden face, she got on the bed, and shoved her soaking pussy into his face. "Lick it", she demanded. He did as was told. She let him enjoy this for only a brief couple minutes. She quickly took her pussy away from him, and walked to his back side. "I told you I was going to punish your asshole too." She took the crop, and smacked his asshole. Nothing nearly as hard as his cheeks, but he felt it. She did it again. And then again. As an added punishment, she lightly smacked the tip of his cock with the crop, watching it twitch and seeing him twinge in pain. "Now, to the business at hand. You are going to get fucked. You have pleased me, for the most part. I am going to fuck your ass until you cum", she stated. Her smile, if he could see it, was one of sheer pleasure. Wasting no more time, she got behind him and pushed the dildo up his ass. She let it settle there, allowing his ass to adjust. She then proceeded to slowly fuck him. She grabbed his hips, moving his ass to meet her thrusts. He moaned in pleasure, every time the dildo went deep inside. She released his hips; he had the rhythm now. She reached down with her left hand and felt his cock. It was getting harder as she pumped his ass. Her fingers rubbed the tip of his cock, getting some of the precum on her fingers. She rolled the precum in her fingers, bringing it to her lips. She licked her fingers, enjoying the sweet taste of his precum. His moans were getting louder, almost grunts. She reached back down, and his cock was straining it was so hard. She gave it a quick stroke, just to tease him, then coddled his balls just ever so lightly. She knew they were sensitive, so she was kind and left them alone. "How does it feel to be fucked by me? Is this what you wanted? I bet you want to stroke your cock and cum don't you? You can't. YOu have to cum without any touch. I am going to fuck you until you blow your load", she teased. She knew it wasn't long. Talking to him like that and the fucking he was getting, his cock wouldn't last much longer. She was right. He was moaning louder. Just the slight touch of the bed sheets was enough to help get him off. She could see his ass tighten; his whole body went rigid; he screamed as his cock exploded onto the floor. He thought it would never end as he came. She kept fucking him, thrusting hard through his orgasm. She closed her eyes and had a mini orgasm as he finished his. She pulled the dildo from his ass. She looked down and saw his cock going limp, cum still dripping from it. she undid the strap-on and got to her knees under his cock. She put it in her mouth, tasting the cum, sucking and swallowing. He twitched from the feeling of her warm mouth on his cock. With his cock in her mouth, she untied his legs. His knees buckled from the powerful orgasm. Thank goodness he was on the bed or he would have collapsed on her. She got out from under him and walked around to his face. She kissed him deeply, tongues intertwined, letting him taste his cum in her mouth and on her lips. She kept kissing him as she untied his arms, completely releasing him from her hold. She crawled onto the bed with him. He rolled over and let her lie her head on his chest. Their bodies intertwined as they continued kissing, lightly touching one another. They both were spent, but couldn't get enough of one another's bodies. He kissed her neck, rolling her over onto her stomach. He lightly massaged her shoulders as he kissed down her back to her ass. He nibbled her ass cheeks, getting a little moan from her. He kissed down her ass, spreading her legs apart. He kissed around her pussy, never touching it. Down her legs he went, massaging and kissing them, alternating between the two. He took her feet into her hands and rubbed them, eliciting another light moan of pleasure. With a light nudge, he rolled her onto her back, her legs still spread apart. He moved back up her legs, massaging and kissing, again not touching her pussy. He stopped at her belly, taking time to kiss all of it, working slowly to her breasts. No words were spoken. Just soft, sensual kisses and moans from her were heard. He reached her breasts and massaged each of them in his hands, sucking on the nipples, getting them hard. He moved up her neck to her lips, kissing her. In the move to kiss her, put his body on top of her, his legs between her spread legs. His cock was still limp from the powerful orgasm, but he wanted to put it on her pussy. He started rubbing his cock on her pussy, causing it to twitch with arousal. "It is your turn you little slut to be fucked. I am going to fuck you and cum inside you. But first, before you get too excited, I am going to spank you", he said. He got off of her, grabbed the riding crop and swiftly smacked her pussy with it. He looked at her and saw a tear form in her eyes. "Now roll the fuck over", he commanded. She did as she was told immediately. She had her fun, now it was his turn. He was not brutal, but she knew best to obey quickly. "You enjoyed tying me up. I am going to let you stay untied, unless you move. If you move while I spank you, I will tie you up, and start over", his voice boomed. He was in control now. There was no doubt that she needed to try to comply. As soon as she rolled over, the riding crop found her ass. It was nothing like he had done before. He wasn't angry, but the smack was harder than before. Again, SMACK, down onto her little ass cheeks. This repeated for a good 3 minutes. Her ass was red and warm from the spanking. Tears rolled down her eyes. But she didn't move. She held very still. "Very good. Now you can suck my cock. Get up and kneel in front of me". She immediately complied. "Suck it. Make it hard. Make it want to fuck you." She took his cock in her mouth. It was limp. She knew it would take some work. "May I use my hands sir?", the words barely above a whisper. She was almost afraid to ask. "Yes, you may" was his response, flippant, as if talking to a slave. She stroked and sucked his cock, working to get it hard. Slowly, she could feel it grow in her mouth. "Good, you are doing very good". A compliment was typically not heard, but she used it to work harder at making him happy. His cock, getting harder and larger in her mouth, was getting more difficult to take all the way down. He grabbed her head, sensing her timidness to take it all and shoved his cock forcefully down her throat. He held it there, hard for her to breath. "You gag, you get punished". She fought the gag reflex. It was hard to breath, she couldn't swallow. Just as she was about to gag, he released her. He took his cock and stroked it in front of her. "You want this don't you? You want me to fuck your wet pussy with this. Or, do you want your ass fucked like you did me? I have an idea you might like", a gleam in his eyes. "Stay there until I tell you to move." He found the discarded strap-on, adjusted it and put it on. He laid on the bed, his cock and the dildo sitting straight up. "Get up here and mount me. You are going to take my cock in your pussy and the dildo in your ass". She immediately got off her knees, and got on the bed. Her pussy, again was dripping with anticipation. She took the dildo and rubbed it on her asshole, slowly inserting it. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it along her sopping wet pussy, sliding easily inside her. "You will do all the work. I am going to lay here and play with your nipples while you fuck me and the dildo. I want you to cum when I cum - and ONLY then" he stated. She slowly started fucking him and the dildo. Being penetrated in both holes at the same time was a new feeling. He had used a finger on her ass before, but never had she experienced a full double penetration. She squeezed her ass and pussy muscles onto each member inserted into her. She loved the feeling of his cock slipping in and out of her pussy, dripping all over him. The dildo added to her pleasure, pushing her faster to orgasm than ever before. His hips started to move and meet her on every stroke, a sign he was ready to explode. Faster and faster the strokes got. The harder he slammed up to meet her. "I am cumming!!!" was all he could say. His body again, went rigid, pushing his cum deep inside her. She felt the cum inside her pussy, pushing her over the edge. Her muscles tightened, holding his cock. Her back arched and she screamed again. She collapsed forward onto him, exhausted. He rolled them over, doing his best to keep his cock and the dildo in her. He slowly stroked in and out of her a few more times, finally pulling out, looking at his cum ooze out of her. He removed the strap-on, tossing it off the bed. He crawled up over her, pinning her arms down with his knees, and shoved his cock into her mouth. It was a mix of his cum and her juices that she tasted. "Suck it. Clean it. Taste it." She gobbled his cock like a starving child. She loved his taste mixed with hers. She swallowed all of the remaining cum he had and their mixed juices. She looked up and saw him smiling. She smiled back. He crawled off of her, held her in his arms, kissed her lips, tasting the two of them. They embraced and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Desk I made it a habit to get to the office earlier than the others. There were really good reasons for it, some were work related but most were because of her. And when she could, she would come in early too. Sometimes it was to just say hi, to smile and walk her sexy ass away. But most mornings we tried to sneak in some serious lip locking in a secluded area of the office. It was risky but oh so sweet. You see, we discovered that we had a common interest. It was raw, physical but passionate sex. It seems neither of us was getting what we needed at home, for various reasons, and over time we found out that we really liked each other and had a link to much in common. It began rather innocently. She saw me bringing in an iced tea from a local eatery that we both liked and asked if the next time I could bring her one. Me being the nice guy that I am was happy to do it and offered to when ever I knew I was going. She offered to pay for them, but I refused. One morning when she came to my office to collect her drink she said, “One day I will have to get on my knees and thank you properly.” That caught me off guard and it was quite a while before I got the nerve to ask her what she meant. She asked, “What does it sound like I meant?” I said “It sounds like you want to give me a blowjob for all the teas I have been bringing.” She smoothly said “That is exactly what I meant, are you ok with that?” “Uh, yeah”, stumbled from my mouth. We flirted as we could, we met when we could. We talked about the things we liked, from the worldly to the sensual to the clothes that we liked to see each other in. This one particular time we had requested what each would wear the next day to work. Since it was an office environment, we did dress nice, but we were not required to wear suits or dresses unless it was a special day. She liked to see me in dress clothes, especially in a tie. I like her in her form fitting dressy mini-skirts and snug sweaters. So for that morning I had asked her to wear her black mini with light blue sweater. She requested that I wear my black dress pants, royal blue dress shirt and this one particular patterned gold tie. I had no idea when she got there that morning what she had in mind. I was expecting some kissing and fondling, but she had her mind set. She called to let me know she was on her way in, so I waited anxiously for her in the hall outside my office. As she turned the corner, she smiled and stared deep into my eyes. We kissed and she pushed me into my office. Our hands were all over each other as our tongues danced. She eased me against my desk and her hands went for my belt. I looked at her and she slowly licked her lips as a smile crossed them. She continued to unbuckle my belt and unfasten my pants. She reached in and pulled me out of my boxers, as I was getting harder by the second. She bent over and slid me deep into her mouth. All I could think was “Oh my God!” She slowly and expertly licked and sucked me as I leaned against my desk. Taking me deeper into her mouth and throat, she found the chair in front of my desk and sat on the edge, never missing a stroke. Her hands had spread my slacks open and her nails were digging into the skin on the front of my thighs and hips. All I could think was I hoped no one came down the hall to see me. The view was absolutely amazing, watching her pink lips surround me and slide back and forth on my skin. I could hear her slurping as she slid up and down and a faint clicking sound as I reached the back of her throat. She would always stop for just an instant at that point and it feel so good. After a few minutes I knew I could not handle much more since I have not been one for lasting too long anyway. She kept at it, licking the head and sliding me deep into her mouth while moans came from within her. It was getting difficult for me to think and I think I was starting to hyperventilate. I could feel that familiar sensation beginning to build within my belly and I told her I thought I was going to cum. She just moaned and looked up at me. I saw a twinkle in her eye as she seemed to suck me harder at that point. I told her again I thought I was going to cum and she stopped for a second to say that it is ok. Well that was all I needed. My fingers gripped the edge of the desk tighter and a moan came up from within me. She sensed what was coming and stopped with me about half way into her mouth. The first burst came, then another. I watched as her eyes got bigger and she slid me deeper into her mouth. The last spasm and then she swallowed, pulled back a bit and swallowed again. She slid her lips to the head and licked and sucked me gently. She knew what she was doing. She slowly licked me and seemed to be cleaning me up, wanting to get every drop. Then one last time, she slid me all the way into her mouth, and then as I slid out, she licked the head and sat back in the chair. She smiled and said, “Does that cover my tea bill?” “Oh yeah”, I stammered, “I think we are even now.” She stood up, kissed me and said “You better get your pants fixed before someone comes in here and wonders what you have been doing.” I straightened myself up and sat down in my chair at my desk and turned the computer on. I ran my hand across my forehead and wiped the sweat off and sat back. Wow. Did that just happen? My heart was still racing and my fingers were still tingling. A few minutes later my desk phone rang and I saw it was from the switchboard, which is where she worked. I picked up the phone and before I could say anything, she said “I just wanted to let you know that this morning was fantastic and you taste amazing. My panties are soaked and I want to do that again” and hung up. Needless to say, she did, but we never repeated it at the desk. I learned that she really likes to please me and that it turns her on to do to me what I like. And she is terrific at it.

The Senzas weren’t scheduled to return for two more days and I made the most of it. Spitz was constantly horny and I didn’t know how long this little tryst between me and this gorgeous dog would last. I wanted to stay cum drunk as long as fate would allow it. Raven reacted much as I thought she would. It was just more fuel to her having excuses to make me blush in public. Our games of mutually embarrassing each other had grown incredibly complicated and this was just too much of a slam dunk for her. I’d never hear the end of this. She genuinely wanted to know what it was all about (and film it) so after we both finished with work for that day, we went to have dinner together at the Senza’s home. I don’t remember what we had for dinner that night. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t get the events of that afternoon out of my mind and I wanted to repeat them. I wanted to show off for Raven while she filmed me. Always the exhibitionist, this was too perfect. We worked together to set up a tripod to hold our camera while Spitz smelled the legs of this new contraption in his house. He hadn’t spent much time away from me since that afternoon. He kept sticking his nose in my crotch and I had been dripping for hours. All around the tile floor were little drips of his precum. “You should clean that up.” Raven took a dominant tone. I loved when she did it and loved doing what she told me. “Yes Mistress.” I smiled warmly and walked off to grab a rag from the kitchen. Spitz followed close. “No not like that.” I stopped at her words. I knew what she meant. “Ooo! That’s dirty! I like it!” I got down on my hands and knees and started to lick up the drips off of the tile. “Mmm good girl.” Raven sat on a bar stool watching me. “I think he likes it too!” I picked up my head to see Spitz coming over to me. I guess he took me being on my hands and knees as an invitation and I felt his front paws wrap around me. He immediately started humping me and I could feel his cock trying to push through my skirt and panties. “Mmm! Oh no!” I called out excitedly. I didn’t have the right hardware to enjoy Spitz like that...not yet anyway. He wasn’t getting off of me though so for the next few minutes, Raven sat like a queen watching me get humped by Spitz. My panties and skirt were practically soaked in my precum and his seed. Raven had her hand in her pants and was clearly enjoying herself. “You’re such a good little slut Lyra!” She panted out. “Mmm! I’m cumming!” her body shivered on the bar stool. I laid on the kitchen floor, covered in Spitz’s mess watching her body quake and her legs shake as the orgasm passed over her. Spitz had gone to lay down in his doggy bed and was diligently cleaning himself. “I forgot to turn the camera on.” Raven panted out looking over to the tripod. “I guess we got too caught up!” “It’s fine. Honestly maybe it’s better. I wouldn’t want the Senzas to find out about all of this and have evidence to back it up.” She nodded and we both cleaned up the mess. The next two days were full of me drinking as much of Spitz’s cum as I could and Raven enjoying the view as often as she could get away from work. 48 hours passed by too quick for me and I was a little sad to go home the night the Senzas returned. They paid us for our time and thanked us profusely for keeping an eye on Spitz. We did our best to hide our grins and let them know we were happy to help out anytime! --- A week passed and we didn’t hear from our neighbors. At first, I thought maybe they knew something had happened but after a while we fell into our daily routines and assumed they were just too busy to stop by and say hi. Raven and I spent most of our spare time that week setting up our home and enjoyed each other’s company. One of the nights she pulled out some of our rope and told me to kneel. I was always giddy to get tied up and complied. She pulled my arms behind my back and tightly bound the rope around them. I let out a sigh as the strain stretched my chest and the rope dug into my skin. She pushed my head down onto the ground leaving my ass up in the air. “I want you to think about Spitz.” She said in a commanding tone. “Mmm! Yes Mistress!” I tried to imagine being mounted by him. His beautiful red cock sliding into me. One day I’d have my surgery and could feel him pushing into my pussy. One day I could feel him knot me and fill me with his seed. I started dripping with anticipation. “Good girl.” She started tracing my hole with her finger and I widened my stance for her...for Spitz to have a sturdier bitch to mount. She slipped a wet finger into me and I moaned. She slipped another and then another. Spitz is sliding into me. I can feel his cock pressing into me. I let out a moan. Four of her fingers pressed in. He wants to knot me. He is trying to push his huge bulge into me to fill me. She pushed her knuckles in. I let out a gasp and a deep moan. His knot is almost in me. She started to press further in then began to pull. She repeated the motion until her knuckles were deep in me. He knotted me. I am his bitch. I cried and moaned in pleasure. Her hand pressed into me then pulled as my anus followed her knuckles. I imagined Spitz picking up the pace as she did the same with her hand. I dripped with anticipation and then began to seize. Pleasure built up and my legs began to quiver. I screamed as climax took over my body. He is filling me. She pushed harder and harder as I clenched against her wrist. My whole pelvic floor quivered and seized as I called out in pleasure. “That’s a good little bitch! Take it!” Raven called out. My mind spun and my body gave out. I couldn’t keep my ass up anymore and fell to the ground laying there helpless. She deftly pulled out her hand and looked down at me with a wry grin. “How was he?” “Mmm baby. So good. That was amazing.” “Maybe one day that can be a reality.” Her words pounded like drums in my heart. Could that really ever happen? She untied me and we lay in bed together. She held me tight and I fell asleep to the blissful thought of getting to enjoy Spitz for real. That night would be full of wonderful dreams. --- Another week passed and we both groggily woke up to my cell phone ringing. I grabbed for my phone haphazardly and answered. “Hello?” I must have sounded like I had smoked 100 cigarettes. “Good morning Lyra! This is Hugo! Sounds like I just woke you up. Would you like me to call back later?” “No no that’s fine! What’s going on?” I tried to clear the frogs from my throat and slow down my heart rate. “I was wondering if you were both available a little later to come over. Margaret and I wanted to talk to you.” His words hit like arrows piercing into my chest. They knew. They must have known. That’s why they didn’t talk to us for two weeks. They were discussing how to deal with us. “Y-- yea that’s fine! What time?” I looked over and Raven who look both amused and slightly worried. We decided to meet that afternoon and I spent the morning in an anxious panic. What would they do with us? Should we lie? Would we both be in trouble? Would they never let me see Spitz again? Those must have been the longest 3 hours of my life but they did pass and Raven and I mustered the strength of will to walk from our house next door. There was no barking. What had happened to Spitz? The door opened quickly and Hugo’s smiling face greeted us. He didn’t look mad or even upset...he almost looked excited. We were so fucked. “Come in come in!” He gestured kindly and we both followed his hand inside. “Where’s Spitz?” I asked still trying to read Hugo’s face. He looked like a mischievous child who was hiding some secret. “He’s at the vet. Just a normal checkup. I’ll go and get him in about an hour.” He gave me a wry grin and my heart started racing (if possible) faster than it already was. The three of us walked to the kitchen and I immediately flashed back to the scenes with Spitz. Thoughts of his cum dribbling down my chin. Thoughts of Raven watching us play and drip all over. Thoughts of cleaning his mess with my tongue from the floor we now casually walked over. It seemed surreal. Margaret was seated at the dining table behind a laptop and some books. She looked up and, realizing we were there, gave a wry grin herself and closed her computer. “Hey girls!” She almost over-excitedly blurted out. What was going on? “Please have a seat! Sorry about the mess. No rest for the weary.” We all sat while Hugo brought us all coffee. He hadn’t even asked but somehow just knew it would hit the spot. “So Hugo and I wanted to thank you again for taking such good care of Spitz while we were away.” Margaret’s voice was measured now and the inflection on ‘taking such good care’ was undeniable. They knew. “oo- of course!” I stammered out. There was no playing it cool at this point. We had been caught and I was most guilty. “He’s never been as calm as when we got back. Whatever you did while we were away, it worked wonders.” Hugo was stifling a laugh. Were they going to draw this out? Raven and I stared like deer in headlights. What does someone say to that? “Speaking of which,” Margaret interjected “We have cameras installed for security and...well...you put on quite a show.” She was trying with everything she could not to laugh. Raven and I sat stunned. Seeing that we couldn’t find the words to say, Hugo gave a warm smile...a little laugh...and looked me in the eyes. “It’s ok Lyra. We don’t mind. It was obvious from the moment you two were playing in the yard a few weeks back that you two had an erm...connection.” He let out a laugh. Margaret let out a laugh. Raven stopped breathing in shock. I felt like I would faint but….what now? “We have a proposition for you two if you are interested.” Margaret’s business voice was somehow both comforting and cold. “We both very much enjoyed ourselves watching your little display and would like to make this more of a regular thing. You seemed to enjoy yourself am I right?” “Erm...um...y-- yes Yes I did!” I choked out in disbelief of what I was hearing. “Would you be interested in continuing your little tryst with our dearest Spitz? We will happily pay you extra for...the effort.” Once Raven and I realized we weren’t going to be forever ruined, we started to talk the finer points of what was expected. After all, any good situation like this requires plenty of understanding. The Senzas would continue to let us dog sit Spitz and would watch us enjoy each other through their home’s security cameras. We all agreed and looked through schedules. “There is one last request I have.” The tension had released...mostly and Hugo’s voice was now full of hope rather than sarcasm. “Margaret and I would like to watch you and Spitz tonight...in person. Would you be OK with that?” My heart raced again. Of course I was OK with it! Raven and I would return that evening for dinner...and a show.

Lifting my short navy skirt, I'm standing in front of him rubbing my soft, smooth little pussy through my white panties, watching his bulge grow in his jeans. I pull my panties aside and flash my hot little pussy to him, pulling my lips open a little, just enough for him to see how wet his little niece is, then I cover it up again quickly. I know I shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t really realise what a dangerous game I’m playing, teasing him like this. Besides, I find it exciting, though I’m not quite sure why! His breathing has deepened and he can't tear his eyes away from between my legs. I know I'm being a very bad little girl but I just love my Uncle Tony so much and I know how he loves looking at my young body, and it makes me very hot between my legs when I know he’s looking at me. I'm watching him, now openly rubbing his bulge through his jeans as he starts to whisper to me. He tells me how he really should make me stop, but he’s dreamed about my little pussy for so long. We can hear mummy and my auntie in the kitchen and we both know what would happen if they walked in here now! Uncle Tony makes a half hearted attempt to tell me to stop, just as he starts to unzip his jeans! Holding my skirt up, tucking it under my chin, I slide my hands down to my panties, slip my fingers in the waistband and very slowly looking into his eyes, I push my little white cotton panties down around my thighs, just far enough, so he can see my little wet snatch and the moan that escapes his lips makes my hard little clit start to throb. He has his big cock right out now, big, hard and throbbing in his hand. The fact we can still hear them in the kitchen just intensifies the atmosphere, and not able to hold back anymore he whispers, "Come here baby" as he reaches for my hand and pulls me closer. My exposed little pussy is inches from his face as he leans forward on the sofa. I'm so excited, I've never done anything like this before and I'm looking down at my uncle between my legs, watching his hand move slowly toward my naked pussy. I gasp loudly as his finger makes contact with my sensitive pussy, but neither of us could move now, no matter who walked in. Looking down at him slowly wanking his big cock as he gently runs his fingertips up n down my very wet slit, is making my legs tremble, but it feels amazing and I realise that I'm trying to press against his hand and I've started moaning very softly. Uncle Tony knows we can’t have much longer before someone comes in, so he quickly stands up and pushes me down onto the sofa. He slides my panties down my legs to my ankles and he kneels down between them, pushing me backwards so I'm lying back which lifts my bottom, tilting my pussy up to him. I can see the little drips on the end of his big bell end and as he whispers that he’s never seen a prettier little pussy and that I'm such a good little girl for showing it to him, he leans forward and rubs his wet tip over my smooth pussy lips. The heat, wetness and electric shock type feeling that shoots through us both makes us gasp. I bite my lip to stop from crying out. Uncle Tony looks to the door but doesn't even attempt to move from between my legs. He reaches down and parts my pussy lips exposing my hard little clit and he rubs the head of his big stiff cock over it sending tingles through my whole body. As he starts to wank off he’s rubbing the length of his hot shaft over my clit and whispering naughty things he wants to do to me, next time we’re alone. I'm watching his face, fascinated at the effect a little girl like me has on my big strong uncle, his breathing is erratic and shallow, his hand is moving faster on his cock and he’s starting to talk dirty to his little niece. He’s telling me how he wants to fuck my tight little cunt so bad, how he wants to push his tongue inside me and taste my baby pussy while I open my mouth nice n wide and take every inch of my uncles fat cock in my mouth and suck it like a little cum slut. I have a funny feeling in my lil cunny, spreading up through my tummy, my nipples are rock hard and without even realising it, I'm bucking and thrusting my hips up to Uncle Tony, my hands gripping the sofa as the new sensations intensify. He can see I'm a little scared by my body's reactions and as he pumps his cock hard he tells me, "relax babygirl, just let it go. That's it, be a good little girl for Uncle Tony and let it go, cum for me baby" I bit down hard on my lip, arched my back and threw my head back as my first ever orgasm erupted and my uncle's cock exploded, shooting load after load of hot thick spunk all over my virgin cunt. As my first orgasm subsided I looked down and watched my uncle empty every single drop from his big heavy balls onto me, rubbing it all in with his cock. We heard voices get a little closer, so he stuffed his cock away quickly and at the same time pulled me to my feet, yanking my panties up my legs, patting the front of them, giving me a quick rub of my cum soaked pussy as he told me, "You're gonna be late for school little girl, keep my cum in your panties till you get home tonight, thinking about my cum all over your little pussy will keep me hard all day!”...Just then my auntie poked her head round the door and said, “Come on slowcoach, everyone else is in the car already.” I picked up my schoolbag, reached up to kiss my uncle goodbye and skipped out the door to school.

She woke up to a warm wet feeling on her inner thighs her night dress hiked up to her waist ''hmmm baby what are you doing'' she moaned in a state between sleep and consciousness. ''Having breakfast ?'' He replied. Sucking gently on her caramel coloured skin close to her pussy each suck harder than the previous until he got to her neatly shaven pussy. He glanced up found those pretty hazel brown eyes staring down at him. How could he resist. Maintaining eye contact breathing warm air directly over her clit, He planted a kiss just above her clit hood french kissing the skin close to it. ''Hmm baby, please'' she mumbled placing a hand on the back of his head stroking the small of his neck & the other on the top running her fingers through his hair. Without breaking eye contact he brought her left thigh over his shoulder his tongue tracing lazy circles around her clit ''Graaaaham, no teasing, you're being a bad boooy'' she giggled ''Hmmm thought you liked bad boys'' he groaned noticing her pussy lips swelling taking each pussy lip between his lips and sucking slowly pulling back with a sloppy sound ''uh huh, only the ones that are good to me like you'' using her hands to bring my face closer to her pussy ''Now eat me baby'' she panted. The tip of his tongue tracing her slit lightly with a gentle flick on her clit ''You taste awesome''. Slowly sinking his middle prior to his index finger in her tight pussy ''Oh my!, uh-uhh baby yeess!'' she panted twisting his fingers slowly her eyes rolling to the back of her head arching her back as he made out with her clit. ''Ooooh fuuuuck!'' She wrapped her legs around his head '' I'm cumming baby!, G-g-g-god don't stop uhhh th-thats it baby uhhhhhhhhh'' she screamed pulling his head tighter against her mound her hips jerked lifting her gift to him filling his throat with sweetness, spreading her legs even wider, he used his tongue and teeth to drive her to a simultaneous second orgasm as he drank from her hypersensitive flesh driving her body up the bed as he sucked the last of her juices from her pussy, chasing up her hole in search of more until she pushed his head away from her pussy glistening and engorged from the expert sucking it had just received Graham sat back and grinned at her,his face shining with her juices. Leaning back on his elbows, Graham watched Ashlyn as she regained some of her composure. The past few days of sucking her had taught him how to bring her to an orgasm so overpowering that he was used to seeing her take a couple of minutes to get a grip on herself. She crawled up to his cock taking it to the back of her throat in one motion but she could only take half before her eyes started tearing. She slowly pulled back with a loud slurp staring up at him. She probed her tongue into the slit at the end of his cock, causing him to writhe on the bed. Then she let his cock slide back into her throat, this time relaxing her throat and letting the entire length of his huge cock slide all the way into her throat until her nose was pressed up into his pubic hair. She let his cock throb in her throat for a second before letting it slide back out to her lips, where she sucked mightily on it, working the length of his cock with her hands as she sucked on him. Then she began to bob up and down on his cock, each time letting it slide into her throat all the way, massaging it with her throat muscles and sucking on it with her mouth and tongue as it slid back out each time Graham's head was now lolling back, his eyes closed as Ashlyn went to work on his cock. He couldn't think of anyone who had ever sucked his cock like her. No one had ever been able to deep throat him, not even close. Now she worked with a fever on his cock, pumping him like crazy as she sucked on him. Loudly sucking, Ashlyn began to massage his balls with one hand while continuing to pump his cock with the other. She felt his balls rolling around in her hand as she gently massaged them. She could feel his cock tense as his balls spasmed, getting ready to shoot his load of cum out of his cock. As she felt his balls really start to churn, Ashlyn gave his balls one last squeeze, sucking his cock hard, and slid a finger into his ass as he started cumming. Graham gave a loud groan as he felt her finger slide up into his ass as his balls began pumping their load into her eagerly sucking mouth. Ashlyn noisily sucked his cum, swallowing it as fast as he pumped his load into her mouth, filling it. Sucking the last of his cum from his cock, Ashlyn sucked it all the way down into her throat once more, slowly letting it slide back out, then sat up and smiled at him, her lips puffy and slightly swollen from her labours Pulling her on top of him, her moist pussy on against his tummy, perky breast on his chest he held her tightly.''Happy Birthday angel'' pecking her forehead then her lips ''Aww you're so good to me'' she mumbled as she fell asleep leaving him to ponder how she would react on the activities he'd planned & the secret he'd yet to tell her...

My name is Isabelle. I was born in the back of a wagon near Budapest in the year 1478, though my family was not from that town. We are gypsys you see, we travel where we will and make a living where we can. Whatever others call us, we live by our own laws, the laws of the earth, and find our way where fortune takes us. This is the tale of how my new daughter, Selina, came into being. As I write this she is sleeping, and only two days old. I hope this will make things clear to my dear Father, for we are nearing Paris now... Isabelle listened to the sounds of the birds in the trees as she made her way to the river in the early morning light. The air was crisp and cold, the late spring bringing a fine silver mist that seemed to chill her straight to the bone. She shivered and clutched the vessel tighter in her hand. She was never much of an early riser, but if she expected to learn anything about cooking, she had to help Loridana, the camp cook in her daily tasks. She reached the river and hiked up her skirt, exposing her slender brown legs to the cool mist. She was sixteen and quite lovely, with a very slender body, fair face and eyes that sparkeld like emeralds in the sun... But that was not what she was noticed first for. Her and her whole tribe came from India, and and her dark skin stood out like a sore thumb. She had learned to deal with it however, and even take pride in her differences. She was just kneeling to fill the jar when she heard some voices from across the small river. She suddenly felt afraid, they were camping near a village about two days from Paris, and the locals had not been as happy to see them as most. She arose and turned around, only to find a tall man standing behind her. "Hello pretty, getting some water for some of your potions are ya, ya little witch?" He said, his rank breath hitting her even at several feet. Two more men stepped out from behind the trees. "Na, she's not old enough to be a witch! She's just a little tramp!" Said one of the others. "You well broken in, ya little tramp?" Isabelle began to panic and turned to the river when one of the men grabbed her and pulled her back from behind. "I'm sure she is," said the third "and a good thing too! We're going to make sure your nice and full, we'd hate for ya to die unhappy! Won't ya like that, ya gypsy whore?" He asked with a grin as he tickled under her chin. She snapped at his finger, making him jerkhis hand back. The others roared with laughter and forced her to the ground. She screamed and struggled, but knew that no one would hear her from this far away. As they gropped her and forced her legs open, she felt numb acceptance fall over her. "So this is it." She thought. "I'm going to be raped, and then I'm going to die." She began to cry in ernest then, but the men laughed all the harder, as they jerked her skirt up. "Leave her alone you bastard sons of pigs!" The men and Isabelle turned tward the river and saw another man aproaching fast. Isabelle doubted he could help, but she hoped and prayed to be wrong. Henry ran into the river at the sick men across it. He looked almost as much a rogue as they: Tall, dark haired with a darker complexion. He had a handsome but rough face to match his dark and stained travel cloths, with a gotee and unshaven cheeks. The only odd this was his very short hair, it was very much not the fashion. In short, he looked downright shabby, the only nice things he had on him to mark him as any more than a common thug were the spanish rapier and matching dagger that were now in his hands. He just hoped he rememberd enough of his lessions to matter... "Leave her alone!" He shouted again. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" "That's what I was going to ask you, she's just a Gypsy girl!" One of the men shouted back. "This is your last warning, let the girl go or I'll have them picking your tripes off your boots!" "It seems the little 'ero can't count. Let's help him out why don't we?" Said the man to his fellows. They let the girl go and she stumbled back, watching her attackers fan out around Henry, who had just reached the shore. He tried to keep his eyes on all of them as they drew their weapons. Their swords were not as nice as his, but they were still just as deadly. "Great," he thought. "Wake up, eat breakfast and be dead before sunup. Won't dad be pleased." Then his fathers voice cracked like a wip in his head. "Be where you are, keep your mind in the fight!" He took his fathers advice and concentrated. The man to his left made a sudden thrust as the one to his right mad a swing for his head. He parried the left with his dagger and cought the right on his sword. As he did this the middle man, the loud mouthed one, started to thrust. He spun, his sword knocking the thrust aside as he moved behind the man and stabbed him in the kidneys with the dagger. The man squeeled and collapsed, and Henry barely had time to block another swing with his sword. The other man, now behind him, made a stab for Henry's back. He twisted sideways so that the man's blade missed and split the man's face with his sword. The man cried out briefly and then fell down into a spreading pool of blood. The last man took this chance to stab Henry through the thigh, making him cry out and collapse. The man turned to run, and Henry shouted "Take this with you!" He grabbed the sword of the fallen man and threw it after the fleeing one. It spun end over end to sink deep between the man's shoulder blades. Henry turned to where the first man had been, and saw him gone. Then he noticed the man riding away... On Henry's horse. "Great," he thought. "All my cloths, my money, my food..." Then he thought about the wound he had given the scum. It would kill him... In about a week. Henry hoped he enjoyed every moment of it. He tried to stand, when a sharp pain in his leg made him collapse again. He just saw a beautiful face over him and thought that, perhaps, he was on his way to heaven. Then he knew no more. Henry awoke in a small, wooden room that he realized, after a few moments of confusion, was a wagon. Then he heard the voice of an angel speak to him. "I'm glad you're awake, you have been unconscious for over an hour." The voice was clear and light like silver bells, and soothing like a forest stream. He looked around and saw that it was the young woman he had saved. She was stunning, short and slender, with long dark hair, bright green eyes and exotic brown skin. Then she smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through a storm. "I am Isabelle. Thank you, for your courage. You saved me life." Henry blushed, flusterd. He had devoted most of his life to study, and had seldom even been around women. "Henry. And it was nothing." He replied. "Anyone would have done the same." "That's not what those men were doing." She replied with a humorous smile that did not quite reach her eyes. Henry felt a stab of pitty for her. "Are you well?" He asked, worried for her. "She is fine, thanks to you my young friend." Henry looked and saw a rough looking man gazing through the low window. "I'm her father. Isabelle told me the whole story. I owe you a debt I can never repay." Henry nodded his head respectfuly. "It was my pleasure." "And your misfortune it seems." Her father said with a sharp grin. "Where were you bound?" "Paris." Henry replied. "As are we. I would be honored to take you with us. It's the least I can do. Will you join us my friend?" Henry glanced down at his badaged leg and said with a humorous grin " Do I have much choice?" Her father roared with laughter. "Not unless you intend to hop like a crippled chicken from here to Paris! I need my daughter now, but when you feel up to it, please come out and meet the rest!" With that he turned and walked away, heading to the center of the camp. Isabelle looked at Henry and said, "Stay in here at least a few hours. When you come out, there is a stick in the corner to help you. Again... Thank you." She looked at him shyly for a moment, then brushed her lips lightly against his. Her lips were like silken fire, and his breath cought in his throat as they touched him, and as a stray lock of her dark hair fell down and brushed his cheek. Then she got up then and left. He watched her walk across the camp from the window, her slim hips swaying and her colorful dress rippling in the breeze. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled a bright and slightly naughty smile at him. Then, with a wink, she was gone. Henry laid back, the pain in his leg now just a dull throb. What a day, and not even noon. His father was an open minded man, but he wondered if even HE would buy this story... To be continued

hi friends.... im amar...and this is my first evr story on this site....im a bit nervous and may make some mistakes....but ignore dem and enjoy the story... Im a regular teenage boy....and like others i fantasize women almost all the time...neways lets start with the story... It was a hot summer day and i was all alone in my home, as my mom and dad were away for the weekend and my sister had gone to the Bahamas for a month. I always loved staying back alone cos that gave me more privacy and more chances to see porno flicks. It had been 2 years since i started masturbating and i loved it. Though i never got a women for real but I kept jerking off almost 5 times a day. I was now desperate for some real action as this was the best possible chance i could ever get in my life. It was around 11 in d morning ( my usual time to get off bed) and i lay on my bed thinkin about finding a women.... i was lost in my thoughts when suddenly the BELL rang. I got up, wrapped a towel round my waist and opened the door. It was my MAID. I let her in and got back on my couch still lost in my thoughts. All of a sudden i thought of my maid... i had never ever thought of her in that way but my lust forced me to.My maid was a beautiful women in her mid thirties thought not meant to be a maid, she had to do it because of her financial constraints. She had jet black hair, brown eyes, a fair complexion and beautifully shaped tits. She was probably every man's fantasy. I saw her go about her daily chores.... bending to pick up things,washing utensils etc. I saw her for almost half an hour and she was drenched in sweat.... her entire saree was full with sweat...my mouth went dry and i wanted to suck every drop of her sweat. I was really turned on and wanted to FUCK her bad. Seeing her work my cock had the HARDEST erection to date...but i tried to hide it as i didnt want her to see it. I was desperate for her body and couldnt control myself anymore...so i got up and stood right behind her. She was busy washing the utensils and somehow didnt notice me. I stared at her for an eternity before coming back to senses. I was understandibly scared cos i didnt know how she would react. Somehow i gathered courage and gently lickd some sweat off her neck. She twitched and left out a moan. I though to myself that may be she liked it so i did it again....she let out yet another moan....she then turned around and saw me standing. She couldnt believe her eyes....her eyes met mine but she looked down and went from there.... i was scared and thought that she would summon the police...but that didnt happen. She was quite and continued with her work.....so i again went close to her, turned her around and gave her a peck on the cheek.....she hugged me tight and we were in each others arms for a fraction of seconds before she pulled out. I very innocently asked her if she wanted it.....and she nodded.....i just couldnt believe it. She didnt move or say anything but gave me a shy smile....i went for her lips and kissed them.....my left hand pushed her closer to me.....i could feel her breasts touching my bare chest and i was loving it. I then placed my right hand over her cute round ass.....she broke the kiss and caught my hand. She then placed them on her breasts and asked me to make love to her. I undressed her and sucked her nipples which were pink and large for a good 10 minutes....she kept pressing my head deeper into herself...and kept moaning loudly. meanwhile my hands slowly found the way to her cunt and i started fingerin her gradually....she was loving it. She had been a single mother for over 6 years and this was her first fuck after almost 8 years.....she asked me for my cock which was an excellent 8 incher....she gasped at the length and went to her knees. She pulled my foreskin back and started licking it like a thirsty dog. I caught hold of her head and pushed my 8 incher further down her throat.....she almost choked but didnt let go off my cock. This was the best blowjob i ever got and soon i shot my load over her face....and she licked it with her tongue.....she now wanted to get it inside her but i was reluctant. She kept begging me for my cock inside her but i kept fondling with her breasts and kissing her passionately....she was hungry for my cock but i kept delayin it cos i wanted her to be more horny. After about 30 mins of foreplay i gave her what she wanted.....i turned her around and inderted my cock in her ass.....it was damn tight and hotter than an owen.....she moaned loudly.....telling me she liked it. I then slowly kept thrustin and pulled her hips towards me....i gradually gained momentum.....and dig my cock inside here and moved as fast as i could......she was gasping for air but i paid no heed and kept ramming inside her.....she was moaning louder than ever and was about to come.....after a couple of seconds she came...but i still had to come and it right after her....i filled her cunt with my cum..... we were too exhausted to talk but still wantd more....so we lay in each others arms licking each other.....and settling for a long gentle kiss... finally my dream had come true.....and i was laying besides her in her arms... she thanked me for it.....she then continued wid her work but i asked her to work naked for me.....and that was just the beginning of a whole month of fun....

I am in love with Brandon James. He is the embodiment of the Greek God Helios, the Sun God, standing at six foot even, one hundred and ninety pounds of muscular toned physique with golden curls and eyes the color of the ocean. He has been the main attraction of my spank bank since my junior year of high school and four years later; he still fuels my wet dreams but in a much different way. He is the reason why his girlfriend since high school, Ashley McQueen, was currently in my Cabin passed out on the smooth hardwood floors, wearing nothing but her undergarments and a blackout blindfold. And in a few more hours Brandon would be joining her. Crackles echoed throughout the somewhat silent living room as I fed the fireplace more wood. It was the middle of winter and freezing to death might have been the more humane way to die other than what I had planned for them. I never knew my mother, but from my father's point of view, she was a beautiful woman with a giving soul. She was always happy even up to the point when she came here to this secluded Cabin and took her life. She took the time to neatly cover the furniture in a plastic covering before wrapping a thick rope around her neck and falling from the second-floor banister. Luckily for me, my father refuses to come here, so everything was left the way it was; making it less work for me. Squatting next to Ashley, I rolled her onto her stomach, exposing more of her sky blue lacey panties that covered her round pale ass then pinched the skin of her perky cheeks. I worked just the tip of my middle finger between the thin fabric of her panties, slipping my dry finger between her folds and into her hot cunt. My mouth watered as my exploring finger probed against some resistance. So the rumors were true. This bitch was holding onto her virginity just for me. I smiled at the thought, but I would save that for someone else. The very thought caused my sex to clench and throbbed for some attention, but that will have to wait. I removed my finger from her somewhat moist cunt and rolled her back onto her back before starting to drag her heavy ass along the floor towards the couch. I cannot believe she dared to call me Tubby Tory during high school and here she was causing me to break a sweat. Breathing deeply, I lifted her and bent her over one of her armrests. Ashley was starting to groan, slowly waking from her chloroform-induced slumber. Working fast, I pulled out my new black latex jumpsuit with matching cat ears and a pair of leather thigh high boots, some rope, a replica of a 9mm, and a leg spreader bar with ankle cuffs from my luggage bag, laying everything neatly on the kitchen counter but the rope and the spreader bar before going back and attending to my entertainment for the night. It has been one year, two months and thirteen days since my last playmate and my body was purring for a new victim. After removing her bra, I bound her wrist together behind her back. With the longest piece of rope, I formed a tight Daisy-chain knot around her breast pulling the excess tightly around her back until the fibers bit into her soft skin. Gods this rope was long, I thought as I crossed the ends of the rope, feeding it beneath both her arms. I crossed the rope once again beneath the couch before tieing them off to her ankles to keep her from falling off the couch. "What's... what's going on?", she groggily asks as she struggles with the ropes, looking around the cabin a daze. "Please, someone help me!", She screams while I leave her there helpless to change my clothing. I will never understand why my playmates always think that screaming for help will result in someone coming to their rescue. I blame comic books. I gave myself a once-over, taking in the way the black latex hugged every detail of my body. From my full double d-cup bosoms; to my hourglass figure, right down to my thick plump ass, the latex clung, like it was a second skin. I had lost the fat I carried around in my gut, my face and arms in my youth. Now, I was toned and tight. I brushed my blown out dark locks into a smooth ponytail, topping it off with the shiny cat ears. I didn't need them but what girl did not enjoy looking cute. I had enough of her endless whining and slipped on the final piece of my crotchless kill suit. "Please anyone, save me." , I mimicked sweetly, sliding on the final piece of my kill suit. It was nine inches of pure black silicone with a lovely soda can girth, that held onto my hips and against my tender clit by thick dark straps. I picked back up the fake gun and walked behind her bent body, pressing my hard strap against her panties. It was time to get this playtime started. I hit the butt of the fake gun down against her tailbone causing her to scream out in pain and rock her hips. I moaned softly as her wiggling caused the base of the strapon to press and move against my slicking sex. I picked back up the fake gun and walked behind her bent body, pressing my hard strap against her panties. It was time to get this playtime started. I hit the butt of the fake gun down against her tailbone causing her to scream out in pain and jiggle her cheeks as she squirmed about. I moaned softly as her wiggling caused the base of the strapon to press and move against my slightly slicking sex. "This can go one or two ways..." , I cooed, curling my free hand into her soft brown hair, pulling her head back as I pressed the nose of the gun to her tempo. "...Either I can be sweet and gentle, or I can take everything from you, including your last breath". I allowed my tender promises to seep into her tiny mind. Dropping the gun from her tempo, I again hit the butt of the gun back down onto the same spot on her tailbone, helping her understand the seriousness of my threat. "I'll be good!, I'll be good.", She yells between her sobs. "Good girl." , I purred. Petting her briefly, before sitting on the couch lifting her head onto my lap. She was no longer bellowing, but she was refusing to part her rosy lips for my strapon. My patients were dwindling, so I pinched her nostrils together and waited until she gasped to thrust my hips upward, impaling every inch of my silicone cock into her mouth. Globs of saliva seeped from the corners of her lips and around my shaft. She tried to jerk her head back, but I held her down, refusing her any access to air. I held her there long enough to watch the tip of her ears turn slightly red before I pulled her mouth from my cock, allowing her to pull in some much-needed breaths. Releasing her nose, I gripped her hair, guiding her mouth back down onto my cock, which she accepted without hesitation with watering eyes. Thirty minutes past and her face was a mess. She had bits of semi-dried spit around her lips and dark patches down her cheeks from where her tears had caused her mascara to run. All her bobbing was causing my pussy to ache for some attention. Standing up, I caused my cock to lodge in her throat briefly before pulling my fake member from her mouth, giving her break so I could pull out a special frozen treat. I had thought about waiting for her boyfriend to arrive to take her ass but Brandon would not show for another thirty minutes and I was becoming bored. Grabbing some lube from my bag, I smeared the slippery content along and around my cock before going back behind her. "Please No!" , she cried as I move the fabric from over her ass, exposing her tan puckering hole. "Please NOoo!" , I grinned, mimicking her pleadings as I gripped her hips and thrust my cock home into her ass, relishing as her never been used hole swallowed my cock. I moaned each time my thighs collided with hers. Each thrust I gave, sent tingling waves into my pussy as the base of my fake cock brushed up against my clit. I spotted some lights, cutting through the darkness. "Our guest has just arrived, Little Fox." , I chuckled, bucking my hips more into her deflowered ass. She started to scream and move her hips, but I held firmly on, listening to the suckling sounds of her tight hole. The front door slammed shut as I gave another thrust. The muscles of my pussy clenched as my juices slowly leaked down the inner thighs of my crotchless leather suit. I spanked her pale ass, leaving a nice red handprint behind. "I see you have started without me." a sweet voice whispered in my ear. Pressing a palm to the small of my back, I lean forward allowing him to swipe one of his thick fingers between my slicken folds. Swatting his hand away from my body, he chuckled, pulling off his winter coat as I pulled my cock from Ashley's blushing hole. "Did you take the blue pill little pet?" I asked, unhooking the strapon and tossing it into the sink. "Yes, Mistress Kitty." he chimed with pride, removing all his clothing, folding them neatly and placing them onto the countertop. He was a good pet; I might miss him once he was dead. Ashley started making annoying weeping- blubbering sounds. I knelt before him, looking up into his deep blue eyes, taking his meat into my hands and gently pulled the skin of his shaft towards the crown of his cock. I could feel the muscles of his cock tense up, stiffening within my palms. I released him, allowing his cock to spring up naturally. I tilted my head slightly, pressing just the tip of my tongue against the base of his shaft and slowly licked my way upwards, teasing his member with my tongue until the first bead of pre-cum leaked from the slit of his cock. His moans spurred me on. I curled my fingers back around his shaft, gently stroking his cock, pulling the foreskin back down towards the base, exposing more of his bulbous head. I parted my lips, forming an "O" and slipped my lips around his head and down a few inches. My mouth watered, covering his cock in my saliva as I begin to suck him, lowering my head more, allowing more of his veiny member into my mouth. I felt him sway as he tilted his head back in pure bliss from the oral gift he was receiving. I pulled my lips back up to the crown of his shaft, curling my tongue around it. My tongue danced around the crown and then across the slit, sampling the tanginess of his pre-cum. Traveling my mouth back down his shaft, I suckled his cock deeper into my mouth, til the first few inches of his shaft, was housed in my throat. He grunted loudly over the sounds of Ashley's whining. Moving my head back and forth, I used my cheeks to massage the sides of his glistening shaft. If I had not enjoyed the rush taking someone's life gave me so much, giving a blow job would have been my favorite thing to do. I pulled him from my mouth with a pop; he was good and ready for what was to happen next. I pressed my body against him, as I stood and whispered softly in his ear, "Are you ready to mount your bitch, little pup?" I pressed my body lightly against him and slowly slid up his body, pressing firmly against his hard cock as I stood. "Are you ready to mount your bitch little pup?" , I whispered before curling my tongue beneath his earlobe and sucking it between my teeth. "Oh Yes, my Ebony Goddess." .... ..To be continued If you are curious about what happens next, leave me a comment to hurry up with part two.

It was mid morning, I was headed to the local stables for an interview as a new groom their and my nerves were pretty bad. I had to rush because my alarm failed to go off today. It always seems to happen when you want anything to go well. As I pulled up the drive the rain cascaded across my windscreen . “Great.” I thought to myself “I’m going to get soaked too. Can anything else go wrong for me today?” I begin thinking maybe I shouldn’t tempt fate. As I parked up I check myself in the rear view mirror to make sure I looked ok. A blued eyed well dressed man stared back. My beard was short and head shaven, I smiled and practised my introduction. The sound of the rain against the car was oddly soothing my nerves. With a deep breath I stepped out the car getting pelted by rain instantly. Looking around I couldn't immediately see anyone so I headed towards what looked like the main building. I tried to rush but not to fast that I’d fall and look like a fool. Upon heading inside I called out. “Hello? I’m here for an interview.” “Oh hello, I’m in here.” a young female called from the room to the right. I knocked on the door and she called me in. The moment I laid eyes on her my jaw almost hit the floor. A young woman in her mid twenties smiled at me. She had short fiery red hair, beautiful blue eyes and was of a slender but athletic looking build. As my eyes gazed at her up and down I noticed she was very busty, at least a DD cup. I cleared my throat and continued into the room, my eyes never leaving her thighs wrapped in the tight fabric of her riding gear. “Hi I’m Henry, I am here for an interview for the groom job.” I managed to just about make eye contact as my knees felt incredibly weak. “Ah yes, take a seat Henry, we shall begin now.” She smiled and turned to face me in her office chair. “I’m Aria, the manager of these stables. I take care of all the behind the scenes stuff here.” I sat down as quick as I could to hide my sudden growing bulge in my pants. “Pleasure to meet you Aria.” The interview progressed like every other I’d been too. A lot of questions about why I wanted to work their and any experience I had with horses. Time seemed to fly by as I was in my own dreamland sat before such a stunning woman. An hour passed by and it felt like just five minutes. Aria had turned and was entering all my details into her database as well as making notes. There was a few minutes awkward silence before she turn back. “Well you sound very qualified indeed, so if you want it the job is yours.” she said as she gave me a beaming smile. My heart raced in my chest, my body flooded with excitement. “Yes, of course, I’d love the job.” I could barely contain my excitement as I agreed to work their. “Excellent! I thought you would say they so I already rotard you in for tomorrow. You start at 6am and I will show you around the place and introduce you to the other staff. Hopefully it's not too early to wake the wife.” Aria laughed a little as she spoke. “Oh no, I don’t have a wife, I’m actually single. So a 6am start is all good with me.” I noticed her eyes light up as I said that. With a brief exchange of pleasantries we parted ways. As I headed home I was extremely happy I got the job but I just couldn’t get Aria out of my head. That night I must have fantasised about her at least a dozen times. Each one resulting in a raging hard on. I decided enough was enough and pulled out my hard erect cock. It was warm and pulsing in my hand. I imagined Aria sucking me off as I jerked away with plenty of lube. After about 15 minutes I was shooting ropes of thick white cum over myself. My body in full pleasure at the thought of Aria giving me oral sex. Once I calmed down I cleaned myself off and went to sleep. I woke the next morning at 4am. It was super early but I was too excited about seeing Aria again I just couldn’t fall back to sleep. So I got up and had a shower, ate breakfast got dressed and headed off to the stables. With there being no traffic about this early I made it to work at 5:30am. I pulled up into the drive and parked my car. Thankfully it wasn't raining today so it would be a good first day. I then noticed one of the lights was on in the main building. I thought that it might have been another staff member so I headed over. As I entered quietly I suddenly heard some odd sounds from the room on the right. I stayed quiet for a moment and then realised I could hear heavy breathing and a woman groaning. Unsure what was happening I peak around the door into the room. What I saw almost made me faint. Aria was sat at her desk completely topless, her legs spread wide and rubbing her smooth shaven pussy to porn. I didn't know what to do so I just froze and watched. Her huge perky boobs bounced and her hand rubbed her clit furiously. I could hear a woman cumming on the porn she was watching and that seemed to trigger her. Aria begin to moan in pleasure, her body writhing in her office chair as her trousers and panties were at her ankles. I watch as she came and squirted over the lino floor of her office. I learnt back on the wall, pulling my gaze from the lustful sight. My cock was raging to be let out as hard as rock. I had been fantasising about her all night and I was a few feet from an almost naked Aria. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, I turned back to look at her knocking on the door as I cleared my throat. “Oh God! Henry?!” She exclaimed in surprise trying to cover herself up as best she could. “I didn't think you were due to start until 6?” She frantically scrambled for her clothes to get dressed. “Well I got here a little early, sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt you.” I tried my best not to just dive on her and fuck her right there and then. It was then I noticed what she was actually watching. A woman was on her knees in a stable while a bunch of guys were cumming over her face. I was so shocked and had no idea what to do, so in a panic I turned and left. I just waited outside her office for her to be decent. I could hear her cursing to herself as she scrambled to get herself dressed. After a moment or two she opened the door and called me in. I took a huge gulp and was certain she was about to fire me. “Let me just say I am so sorry you had to see that.” She apologised and looked genuinely upset that she had been caught masturbating at work. “So you aren’t going to fire me for catching you?” I asked feeling a rollercoaster of emotions. She looked at me puzzled. “No of course not, why would I do that? I was the one caught doing something I shouldn't be at the workplace.” “Oh I see. Well…..thank you. I promise I wont say a word to anyone about what I saw.” My mind had flashes of how smooth her pussy was and how her tits bounced with her excitement. I could feel my cock growing hard again from it. “Well thank you, I appreciate that. It’s also really good to you were eager to start today. So how about we make an early start and I’ll show you around the place?” Aria stood up and adjusted her clothing making sure she had remembered everything. “Sounds good to me.” I stood up forgetting my cock was hard and it poke forward towards Aria. Her eyes drifted down a second and her cheeks instantly blushed. She smiled a little then guided me out of the room. “Ok follow me Henry”. As I followed her around the yard being introduced to the horses and ponies their, she did her best to remain as professional as possible. I could see her eyes glancing at my buldge a few times. Eventually she lead me to the stables at the far end of one of the fields. She explained that these were spare for guests to leave their animals there. There was only about three ponies in a stable of seven. “So that’s everything, hopefully it's not too overwhelming for you on your first day” She adjusted her fiery red hair from her eyes. “No not at all. It’s a great place here, very happy to be working here.” “Good.” Her eyes dropped to my still hard cock, she licked her lips briefly and smiled. “You know ever since you caught me this morning your dick has been hard the whole time. I take it you liked what you saw?” Taken by surprise by her comment I just nodded an muttered “ Erm….yes. A lot.” “I can see that. Well how about I take care of it for you. We wouldn’t want the other staff to see you like this. Also I feel responsible for turning you on like that.” She stepped closer and place her hand on my cock. I quivered in pleasure and my hormones kicked in boosting my confidence. “I would love you to look after it for me.” I said as I grabbed her ass. “mmmm I was hoping you wouldn't mind.” She dropped to her knees and unfastened my belt and fly. Pulling down my jeans and boxers to my ankles, my cock sprang to attention in front of her. “Oh wow! It looks so tasty.” I could see her salivating just looking at my cock. Grabbing it with both hand she rubbed my dick over her face. Then she licked from the base of my shaft all the way up to the tip as she sunk my whole cock into her mouth. The warm and wet sensation of her mouth was overwhelming. Her tongue flicked around in her mouth as she sucked throbbing mass. Back and forth her head bobbed and I was in pure heaven. She took it out of her mouth and spat on it using that as lube to jerk me off. Her mouth licked and nuzzled my clean shaven balls while her hands worked my cock. “Oh God, you are so good at this.” I moaned in pleasure as her mouth and hand expertly worked my cock. “How about you get those tits of yours out.” I demanded. Without saying a word of breaking eyes contact she pulled her huge boobs from her top and exposed them. I instantly reach down and grabbed on and squeezed. They felt amazing, firm yet soft. Her nipples got hard against my palm and I pinch it a little for her. She let out a moan of pleasure. “I want you to cum over my face Henry, let you saw in the porn. I want your cum all over my and dripping down my tits.” Her hands eagly got back to working my cock again. I grabbed her head and guided her mouth back to my cock. Slowly I pushed myself deeper and deeper into her mouth until I was in her throat. I held her in place for a moment then released her. She gasped for breath and thick stranded on saliva dripped from my cock and her mouth. She spat on my dick and again and worked it harder. She took the tip of my dick in her mouth and rubbed her tongue on the base over and over. I could feel a sensation in my balls and pre-cum erupted from my cock. She just lapped it all up and smiled. “More, I want more!” She demanded knowing I was close. Holding my cock to her face she jerked it with all she had. I could feel a swelling sensation building up in my me. I watched her hand the looked into her hungry eyes. She had a look on her face of pure lust, she wanted my cum so bad so who was I to deny her. At that moment, strands of warm cum flew over her pretty face. My balls twitched, I moaned out loud and kept shooting load after the load. I close my eyes and grabbed onto the wall nearby. When I opened them and looked at her, she was coated in cum. With a smile on her face she was greedily scooping off her face and into her mouth. It had dripped down and soaked her tits too. She simply lift her nipples to her mouth and sucked them clean too. Finally she sucked my cock and licked it clean for me. As she stood up she wiped her face with some tissues she had in her pocket. “There all better now. Well, welcome to the stable Henry, I am sure we will enjoy working with each other”. I pulled up my jeans and buckled them up “ Oh I am sure we will Aria”

I walked into a Travel Agents in my local shopping mall and indulged a total whim on the spur of the moment. I had not been on holidays proper for almost fifteen years so it was a very novel experience for me to find myself in Tenerife at the end of the same week with no agenda except to relax and enjoy myself. Puerto del los Americas, ( about 20 minutes from the Airport ), will cater very well for most peoples idea of what a Spanish Seaside Holiday resort should be like. Particularly so if you're the sort who is quite content to stay in the one place and have Hotel pool, beaches, bars, restaurants and shopping all close to hand. As Tenerife is part of the group that make up the Canaries Islands off the West African coast the temperature averages 20 C all year. The Islands are volcanic and Tenerife rises to a height of 12200 ft so both sand and snow can be experienced within a short drive. One thing that Tenerife doesn't have is miles and miles of light sandy beaches. The Resorts are built around such beaches there are and these are crowded. I hired a car and set off to explore the rest of the Island. Once out beyond the "concrete jungle" I became aware of how varied the Island could be. I passed tomato and banana plantations as I wandered my way up the coast. I stopped off at a delightful town, Puerto del Santiago. The only beach is of black sand nestling in a very small bay overlooked by a terrace on the main street. At one end, just beyond the sand, I found a small space among rocks with enough privacy to sunbathe nude even though this was just beside the public path. In the hot sun my mind wandered and I soon began to doze. I woke with the background sounds of sea and gulls split with laughter. Filled with curiosity I sat up and looked over the low rocks beside me, The sight that greeted me was of two long haired blonde girls who wore absolutely nothing except their smiles. These long legged beauties were lying on their stomachs on a big multicoloured beach towel and the source of their amusement was a magazine they were reading".Share the joke with me girls" I said. They turned around, startled, not realising there was someone else so close to them. One of them had turned on her side exposing a beautiful blonde bush. She made a self conscious attempt to cover herself up on seeing a man peering over the rocks. It was now my turn to laugh as I realised that they couldn't see that I was in the same state as themselves. I stood up and introduced myself, they relaxed again and invited me to join them. The girls were delightful company.Marika was a Nurse, she was 36. She had honey coloured skin that was darker than her ash blonde hair.Very evidently her natural colour. Suzy was the older of the two, a housewife now, she worked with Marika as a Radiologist. She was a much quieter person but there was something deep behind those serene blue eyes.We spent a good part of the morning in easy conversation. I invited the girls to lunch with me in a lovely restaurant overlooking the sea and beach. As we stood up to dress and go I had my second surprise of the day. Suzy sat up with her back to us and pulled on a rather skimpy top, Then she stood up and turned as she donned her wrap around skirt giving a brief glimpse of her delightful smooth hairless pubes. She lowered her eyes and smiled as she caught my stare. Lunch was a long and leisurely affair. The restaurant was busy and crowded but served the most delicious seafood. This and excellent Spanish wine softened my resolve to explore the Island further. When I mentioned this the girls were adamant that I must see the Island and even offered to show me some of the sights. I couldn't resist remarking that they had partly done that already. They both laughed and Marika, her leg brushing mine, said that there was much more to see. Well, who could refuse such an offer?, so it was we set off driving the steep climbing, twisting roads to the upper parts of the Island. The highest ground is a national park dominated by Pico del Tiede at over 12000ft. The landscape is almost totally barren, a mixture of Lava fields and tumbling rock outcrops that are stunningly spectacular. ( It was here that part of "The Ten Commandments" and "Planet of the Apes" were filmed. By road you drive to nearly 8000 ft this is a snow field in the early part of the year. We walked past groups of snowball throwing tourists and considered the ascent to the summit of Pico del Tiede. Not as difficult as it sounds, there is a cable car. It doesn't always run as weather conditions such as cloud and wind change very rapidly at that height Its also not suitable for everybody as breathing becomes a bit difficult at 12000ft. The air is cold high up in the mountains so warm clothes are advisable. However once out of the wind there is strong radiant heat from the sun. We walked further from the coaches and cars parked on the main road and found a sheltered and secluded valley. There were patches of dry rock which were ideal for nude sunbathing. The girls and I stripped off and after a short walk on the snowfield lay back on a rock to admire the breathtaking views of the snowy ridges on the horizon. I found the scene soporific enough to doze fitfully. My awakening was the huge shock of being pelted with snow by the girls who ran off laughing and screaming . I dashed across the snowfield after them only to be repulsed by another barrage of snowballs fired with devastating accuracy. My hair was caked with snow and my body blotched with slush and melt water. I caught up with Marika who turned to run in between salvos. My flying tackle brought her down on the snow and our bodies combined as I flipped her over and pinioned her by the wrists . She lay there , panting, not resisting and there was "that look" again. I was just about to take what I thought was the appropriate action when we heard loud cheering and applause,. Turning, the sight that greeted us and embarrassed me was to see what seemed to be a whole coach tour up on the rim of the valley egging us on. Now I have my limits when it comes to public nudity, redfaced I slunk back to where I had left my clothes Suzy was collapsing in paroxysms of laughter and Marika was actually taking bows, the cheeky sod! When we eventually drove home I could see the funny side of it all and realised that the girls were exhibitionists. I couldn't help the suspicion that they had already seen the audience before they provoked the incident. It was late evening with sunset in the offing when we got back to Puerto del Santiago. Marika and Suzy invited me to dinner," to make up" they said. Well, naturally I accepted and inquired what Restaurant they wished to go to. Marika smiled,"Were going to have it back at our place". well that was fine by me. The girls were staying in a really lovely house with a roof garden sheltered from the wind with bouganvillia and hibiscus covering the walls. The barbecue was lit and we started to prepare food with a background of a setting sun and the smell of woodsmoke. I decided that some champagne to go with the barbeque would be a good idea , this was greeted with enthusiasm and Marika offered to show me where to go. Having made the purchases in the local supermarket as we made our way back up the steep steps Marika put her arm through mine. " I hope you will stay over, there's plenty of room and its so late for you to drive back". "I'd be delighted" I said. She smiled and suddenly kissed me full on the lips just lingering enough to let me know that there might be more to follow and there was that look in her eyes again. When we got back the most wonderful smell pervaded the air as Suzy, now naked except for an apron, tended the steaks. She had also lit an open fire in an iron basket in the middle of the patio. She had placed a small table and cushions nearby. "I thought a nude picnic might be nice, we wont embarrass you this time" she said. I certainly wasn't prepared for that but don't get me wrong I was all on for it. These girls were educating me, surprising me and, yes, exciting me. I can assure you that the meal was splendid and great fun. We sat on cushions around the open fire, the warmth of the wine and the night was heady and intoxicating all interspersed with a great deal of laughter. Desert was strawberries and cream. we all know that food can erotic but when Marika dropped a large berry that rolled into her lap and left a long trickle of cream down her breast all conversation stopped and the atmosphere was electric. I just stared as Suzy leaned over and picked the berry from Marikas pubes and, after licking the remaining cream from it, fed it to her.She then took my hand and used my finger to scoop up, slowly, the dribble of cream from Marikas breast. I offered my finger to her lips .Her eye contact was direct as she took my finger into her mouth and sucked hard on it, releasing it slowly and swallowing it again. There could be no doubt now. I looked to Suzy, her eyes glistened and she smiled at me, nodding. It was then that the doorbell rang. The suddeness of it ran like a shock thru us all. The athmosphere changed suddenly as this was a completely unexpected intrusion. The girls suddenly became alert and anxious dialogue in German passed between them. Marika said "come, I show you where you stay " and , scooping up my clothes, I followed her to a bedroom . I was puzzled by the girls behaviour and the sudden change of athmosphere and started to question Marika." Its complicated" she said. " Its Suzys Husband, we werent expecting him until the weekend". "yes, but you and I ---". Not now, Ill explain everything to you,-- later", she said. Then she put her arms about my neck, pressed her still naked body to mine and kissed me with a ferocity that was surprising and very brief and erotic. "You will be comfortable here", she said indicating the huge bed as she opened the wardrobe and took out a light dress. She pulled this on and smiled as she closed the door behind her. I was thoroughly confused by now. So maybe he didnt like the idea of strange men in the house, or seeing his Wife naked but I hadnt been asked to leave and anyway it was Marika I was interested in and who had shown similiar feelings. I decided that speculation was useless for now and presumably all would be made clear in good time. I climbed into bed and spent some time listening to the voices from outside. I couldnt make out what was being said, I could just hear the murmur and occasional laughter. It was infuriating but curiosity wasnt going to be satisfied. I turned out the light and tried to sleep.How were they going to explain my presence?, what would the athmosphere be like in the morning? Why was I banished to a bedroom? Why had Marika not come back?, Did Suzys Husband know I was here?. My mind raced and it seemed like ages before I finally dropped off . I dont know how much later it was that I woke with a start to see a bright rectangle of light from the door silhouette the naked long haired figure before she closed it and the room blackened again. The duvet lifted and her warm body slid in beside me. I couldnt believe this was happening. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand running thru her long silky hair the other tracing her spine as I found her lips. Her eager tongue sought my mouth as our bodies crushed against each other. The silky feel of her bottom was pure heaven and John Thomas sprang rigidly to attention as her hand wrapped around him. She made small moaning sounds as, after passionate kisses, my mouth left hers and sought her breast. I settled on her stiff, long nipple and sucked greedily while bringing my hand up to cup her exquisite firm small breast. I let my mouth wander down her stomach pausing to let my tongue swirl into her navel as my fingers rolled each nipple between them.This was going to be a night of passion . As I licked my way , slowly, down her belly I caught the scent of her strong musk .I placed small kisses on her inner thighs, teasing her, and felt her body begin a rythmic movement and the moans increased. "Please, please" she said in a whisper. It was nearly time, slowly my tongue licked up her legs towards the ultimate goal .I slid one hand from a breast down to ready her slit for my tongue.. My hand found her mound, it was hairless!. The realization hit me immediately and I leaped from her . I threw back the duvet, switched on the light and looked at a naked and very aroused Suzy, her long hair spread over the pillows and panting.. Suzy was startled by my action. "Come back to me please, what is it?" she said. "Jesus, God, how can you ask?" I said. "I'm in bed with you, another mans wife, thinking you were Marika and your husband is asleep somewhere close by and Marika may come in any moment". My body was quivering with the shock. Suzy regarded me for a moment and then burst into laughter. "Ssh, Ssh, you'll wake up the household and cause a dreadful scene. How will I explain this?" In my panic I switched out the light and put my hand over her mouth but she struggled free and, gasping with laughter, she said "Calm down ,its all right, lie down beside me and let me explain". She switched on the light and knelt up facing me. Her hand brushed my chest in small circular movements as she regarded me in silence for some moments before she spoke. "Poor you, you werent expecting this and when I explain you'll probably be even more confused but its perfectly all right. Hansi and Marika know I'm with you and they won't disturb us, Does that make you feel better?". Without waiting for me to reply she kissed me gently and at length, her hand lightly stroking my limp dick.My mind and body were still confused but the sight of this beautiful naked golden woman and what she was doing to me won out. She pulled me down on top of her whispering "First we make love, words can wait until after". This was temptation beyond endurance, suddenly I was rigid with desire and, nestling between her legs, I crushed my mouth to hers, grabbed her wrists and plunged my aching prick forcefully into her. She made a small cry as I did so and I felt her burning heat engulf my manhood. It was almost too much to bear and Suzy sensed this. "Yes, fuck me hard now. I want you to explode inside me . We will fuck many times before morning". The effect of this on me was devastating. I slammed into her less than a dozen times before I came with an intensity that I'd never before experienced. It felt as though my entire insides were leaving me as I shot load after load deep inside her. Not normally given to noise, I roared like a Bull for what seemed like ages as wave after wave of sheer ecstasy tore thru me. Suzys legs tightened like a clamp high around my back. Her breath gasped as she said "More, more, fuck me harder over and over, do anything you want to do to me only don't stop". To my surprise my tool stayed rigid and her cries urged me on to greater efforts. I withdrew from her suddenly and threw her over on her stomach, pulling her gorgeous ass up in the air. The globes of her bottom were maddeningly erotic, her entire slit and little pink rosebud visible for one moment before I sunk my prick deep into her again riding her with an intensity I hadn't thought possible. Time and time again I saw my prick, now glistening with her juices, withdraw and plunge back into her. At each thrust the flesh of her bottom rippled like a wave up to her back. One of her hands kneaded the pillow while the other hammered up and down on the mattress as she gasped "Oh Ja!, Oh Ja! this is so good!". I held the sides of her pelvis as she slammed back against me in perfect rythym her pace quickening and her cries louder until with one long cry she came. Her body shuddered and convulsed against me. I was ready to shoot another load into her by now and the sight of her beautiful bottom and naked back were driving me crazy with desire. I wanted to stop myself from coming too soon with this lovely woman so I slowed my pace to very slow strokes. I withdrew my prick slowly, slowly, almost taking it out and then pushing back in and letting it soak before repeating the move. Suzy obviously loved this. She kept making small moans and slowly wiggled her bottom from side to side as I did this to her. At one point this caused my prick to fall out of her and she gasped "Put it back in".As I attempted to do so it was so rigid that I missed and it skated up between her cheeks and, dripping with her juices, it nosed her little pink asshole. Another little cry from her let me know this was what she wanted. I steadied my tool with one hand and pushed slowly, not wanting to hurt her. I watched the head slowly open her and disappear into her asshole. Gradually I worked my entire shaft in to her. Her hole was like a vice and I knew that I couldnt last very long. I began to ride her in slow strokes. Suzy said, "Faster, you can go faster, I love this". Not needing any second bidding, I gradually increased the speed of my strokes.Suzy began panting "Oh, Oh, Oh" in time with my movements. Looking down, I could see the skin of her asshole withdraw in a ridge with my prick and then disappear again as I thrust back into her. I rode her faster and faster, my heart pounding,until my balls sunk up into my body and I blew jets of come into Suzys ass. My orgasm triggered hers and once again she cried out in ecstasy as we both came together. I collapsed, exhausted, pinning Suzy under my weight to the bed. I placed small kisses on her neck and shoulders. Our breathing slowed and as we lay quietly I felt my erection slowly subside and Suzys hole, pulsing, push it out if her. I rolled off and lay beside her cradling her in my arms as my excitement subsided. I lay quietly in the darkness, replaying the incredible erotic experience, listening to Suzy breathing her small hot breaths against my chest.Curiosity filled me again and I said to her, "Is it time for words now?". I would still have to wait, Suzy was asleep and in a very short while so was I. Sunlight streamed into the room when I awoke. The curtains had been pulled back and I was alone in the bed. I lay there for some moments confused, alert and listening. but there was no sound in the house. I looked at my watch, it was mid afternoon. I rose, showered and dressed. I felt uneasy as I left the bedroom not sure of what to expect. There was nobody at home. The table was set on the terrace and there was a note thanking me from Suzy and another signed Marika and Hansi saying that they wanted to see me when they returned in the evening. I had some fruit, coffee and rolls while I considered how I felt and what I would do. I felt confused, even embarrased. After all this was a highly unusual situation. Obviously they all knew about last night and seemingly it was ok, or was it ?. Yet so much needed to be explained. How come Hansi let me fuck his wife ?. Yet, I was sure that Marika wanted to take me to bed, why didnt she?. What happened to her and Hansi ?. So many questions. I decided to have a walk about the town to consider all this. Sitting in a cafe near the seafront I debated if I should just leave and go back to my hotel, just quietly withdraw and chalk it all up to a fantastic one off experience and avoid embarrassment to all concerned. Then I thought what about the notes?, what about the lovely hospitality of the girls?, I owed them one. I reasoned that my trepidation was meeting Hansi and how he might feel about me screwing his wife and also meeting Marika, did I betray her?. Yet they all , obviously , knew what happened during the night. Or did they. I just felt that I couldnt cut out without meeting them one more time to try to explain and to say thanks. I bought some presents and made my way back to the villa determined to exit as gracefully as I could. I rang the bell and Marika answered the door. "Come in, its so nice to see you" she said. I followed her to the balcony & couldnt help seeing that she wore a nearly see thru dress and the sunlight streamed thru her as we went onto the patio. She turned to face me and said "I think we need to talk, no, don't interupt me just now, just listen to me". She sat on the patio wall and motioned for me to sit in a chair opposite her. I couldnt help noticing that she looked fantastic with the sunlight turning her hair to gold and streaming thru her flimsy dress showing the outline of her breasts. "I hope you are not embarassed or uncomfortable with me" she said. Before I could reply she said " I know that you and Suzy had a nice time last night and I also know that you wanted to have me but I'm glad for both of you and I want to tell you that you can still have me, if you want to" I was staggered by this but before I could think of anything to say Marika continued, "I hope you will make love to me, I very much want you to do so and I wished we did last night but I had to let Hansi have me first. That's why we sent Suzy to you so you wouldnt have to spend the night on your own. Hansi would usually fuck both of us, he likes exotic sex ,but when we explained that we had a visitor that wanted me he chose me and gave you Suzy for company. You see, since she is his wife, he can have her all the time but he only sometimes can have me so I am a novelty for him and I love Suzy so I do what he wants". My mind was whirling with questions, I hardly knew where to begin. Marika sensed this and said "It all needs a lot of explaining and I promise that we will but why not take things as they come and perhaps understand later?" "What do I need to understand" I said. "I'm so confused , I dont know where to start". Marika stood up, her lovely figure evident thru her backlit almost transparent dress. "Understand that I want you, I've seen you looking at me and I know you would like this", She pulled her dress over her head and stood naked before me. "Wouldn't you like this?" Was there anyone alive who could resist such an offer? A golden goddess stood before me. I drank in her beautiful figure, her blonde hair ruffled by the breeze, her perfect and desireable breasts with stiff long nipples. My gaze lowered to her navel and smooth belly and her wispy blonde pubic hair just concealing the delights it held. She leaned back against the patio wall and spread her legs. Her hand wandered down to her pubes. " wouldnt you like this?", she almost whispered as she parted her slit. I was mad with desire by this sight. Everything went from my mind and I tore off my clothes, my jeans snagging on my now super erect tool. I rushed at her and, kissing her frantically, I lifted her bodily and threw her on the patio table sweeping aside the remains of a meal. Dishes and plates crashed to the tiles as, in haste of lust, I swung her long legs over my shoulders and rammed into her. "Yes, she said, yes, I want you and all you can give me. I spent ages fucking Marika in every possible way and she responded with enthusiasm and energy that I could hardly believe. As soon as my prick came out of her she pushed me back on the patio sofa and engulfed it with her mouth sucking hard and greedily making it rigid again. Then she climbed on top of me and pushed it back into her cunt. She pumped up and down on me and then leaned forward and dipped each nipple in turn into my eager mouth. "What would you like?, I will do anything for you", she said. She reached behind her and started to massage my balls then , slowly, ran her fingers up the soft skin to my hole. Her mouth came down on mine sucking at my lips at first then her tongue darted into my mouth and her finger circled my hole."You like?, you like more?" she whispered kissing my eyes and nose. This was an incredible sensation, I abandoned myself to her using her words, "Just do what you want" I said. "Anything?" she asked. "Anything" I said. "Then I have a treat for both of us" she said and , getting off, me she turned to face my feet. She squatted down on me and guided my stiff prick into her arse. The sensation was glorious. I reached around her and cupped one breast and sought her clit with my other hand. Marika spread my legs and dipped her fingers into her cunt. Her now slippery fingers massaged my hole and then, as she slowly rose and fell on my prick, she eased her fingers into my arse and gently fucked me. It felt like an electric charge running thru me. I rubbed her clit like fury and tweaked her nipple as she moaned and moved on my prick faster and faster. "I cant hold back" I screamed. "Yes, yes, come now" she shouted. I roared as I shot jet after jet of come up her arse. Marika screamed as her orgasm hit her at the same time her fingers vibrating in my arse giving heightened sensations of sweet pain. She leaned forward, withdrawing her fingers and lifted off my already softening prick. She turned and lay beside me, panting. She kissed me and snuggled up to me saying "That was wonderful, I think perhaps you liked it too?". I was shattered, "Nobody has ever done that to me before" I said. She smiled impishly at me and said "Then we have some more little treats in store for you later". My curiousity was aroused and I asked her to explain but all I got was another grin, "you'll see " she said. These girls certainly had a way of keeping me on edge. As passion subsided we dressed,( if you could call it that in Marikas case ), and began to clean up the patio..I watched Marikas sinewy form as she worked. I thought about how lucky I was to have met two such passionate, sensuous, uninhibited women as these. There was no jealousy, no judgement, between them. But what was this intriguing mystery?. What about Hansi?, I couldn't understand this at all. Why would a lusty man who would screw two women at the same time in his bed part with one of them, particularly his wife, to be fucked by a stranger?. Was he now to know that I had Marika, presumably his Mistress, as well. My mind was whirling with questions. I asked Marika to explain as she had promised. She stopped what she was doing and regarded me for a moment with an odd look in her eyes. " Yes, I'll tell you" she said, " but it's a very long story and I'm not sure I'll finish it . You may have to find out the last bit later, that would be your part in it. Are you sure that you want to know all?". "How can I be sure?, I just don't know what you are talking about" I said. "Then why not just take things as they come and let the story emerge in its own good time, are you not happy with what's happening to you here?", she said. "Of course I am, I feel like the luckiest man alive with both of you. But what about Hansi?" I said. Again a laugh from Marika, "You're thinking too much, Hansi knows and you needn't fear him. Have you not enjoyed making love to Suzy and I?,and wouldn't you like more?", I was staggered by her directness and the promise of more erotic encounters to come, my heart was pounding and my manhood started to rise at the very thought of what she was promising. This was the stuff of which dreams are made and here it was, happening to me. All scruples and doubts went clear out of my mind, "Yes,of course, I'd love that. You must know that you have both captivated me". Another bright ringing of laughter from Marika, " We know that and you are good for us, but are you sure you can keep up and play any games we would like you to?". This was surely the offer of a lifetime, "Just try me", I said. "Oh we will, we will, then its a deal?" said Marika.

Some background before we get into everything. My parents had me in the mid 70s when they were in their early 20s, well to be fair, my mom was 20 and my dad was 21.They tried to make a go of it, but they just wanted different things out of life and separated shortly after I was born. So I’ve never known a time when both of my parents were together. My mom dated several men over the next ten years or so before she decided that the freedom of being single outweighed anything she had when she was with someone, and stopped dating once she hit 30.. My dad on the other hand, threw himself into his work. That’s not to say that he was never around, but growing up, IF he was dating someone, I never met them, until he introduced me to Jo. Jo was only 20 when my dad first met her and was the administrative assistant (or a secretary as they were called back then) for my dad’s boss, so he would have to talk to her whenever he wanted to see his boss. And I can only imagine that my dad was constantly making up reasons to “see his boss.” My dad was 12 years her senior, but you couldn’t really tell. My dad kept himself in great shape by playing in several sports leagues and working out almost every other day. Jo stood 5’5” and had milky white skin, light blue eyes (like a clear summer sky), and golden blonde hair that she kept cut short. She had slight freckling across the tops of her shoulders and chest, and across her upper cheeks and bridge of her nose. She was slender, but by no means skinny. She had what you would call “childbearing hips,” full thighs, and nice calves. The pièces de résistance though were her beautiful tits. And having to help out with a lot of the household chores like doing the laundry, I know that depending on the bra, she was either a C or D cup, and being only 20, they were GLORIOUS.. My dad and Jo began dating almost immediately after they met and were married almost two years later. Within the first three years of marriage, my dad and Jo had two kids, my brother John and my sister Nichole. Two kids did cause some changes to Jo’s body. Her hips were a little wider and her breasts no longer defied gravity. But in my opinion, this just made her even more sexy. Now she had an even more exaggerated hourglass figure, and even though her breasts sagged a little, they were still plenty full, and filled out any top she wore. Being an administrative assistant at a corporate office meant that during the work week Jo was always dressed in business formal attire. That usually meant a nice skirt, blouse (sometimes with a jacket), nylons, and high heels. And even though this attire was meant to be professional and conservative, Jo’s natural curves had a way of making anything look super sexy. Being in HS already, my horny ass friends were constantly commenting about my “hot step mom,” asking if I had ever seen her nude, or telling me what they would like to do to her. And while I would rebuke their comments publicly, in my head, I couldn’t agree more. But now on to the story… Everyone remembers the day they find their dad’s porn stash. My dad always kept his inside his suitcase in his closet. He had a great collection of Penthouse, Hustler, and several VHS copies of all the classic adult titles like Deep Throat, Behind the Green Door, Devil in Miss Jones, etc. One of my favorites was Like A Virgin with Christy Canyon, I could watch those massive jugs bounce around all day. After meeting Jo and her wonderful breasts, I wondered if Jo’s looked just as nice when they were free. After Jo and my dad got married, she of course moved in, and that luggage set grew to two. I never thought to look inside her luggage, because there was still plenty of room in my dad’s, so why would he need to use hers to hide his porn. I am so glad that one day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to look. At first all I found were a few publications, and I use that term loosely, because they looked like they were made on someone’s home computer. I pulled one out, and they were just page after page of personal ads, like you would find in the classified section of the newspaper. Some had pictures, most didn’t, but after reading a few, I realized they were singles or couples looking for other people to have sex with. My dad and step mom were swingers, and Jo went from a 10 to an 11 in my book. Then I noticed the VHS tape that was under the swinger mags. This one was unlike all the others in my dad’s collection, because there wasn’t a label on it. Maybe it was a “mixed tape” collection of his favorite scenes, or maybe he hadn’t gotten around to labeling it. Then I started connecting the dots: swinger mags and an unlabeled tape, could this really be what I thought it was. I quickly grabbed it and made my way to what we called the “computer room.” We called it the computer room, because, well, it’s where the computer was. But it also had a TV and VCR, our different gaming consoles, and where we would listen to music. I liked it because it gave me a great vantage point of the kitchen and dining room, so if I was “taking care of business,” I could make sure nobody walked in on me and avoid any embarrassing situations. I placed the unlabeled VHS tape in and pressed play. If anyone would have come home and chose that moment to walk into the room, they would have caught me with my jaw on the floor, because I couldn’t take my eyes off the TV. There was Jo, wearing a black lace corset, the kind that didn’t cover her breasts, black stockings, and black high heels. She was on all fours and there was some stranger pounding her from behind. Because the corset didn’t cover her breasts, they were free to bounce back and forth with the rhythm of her new friend and while they weren’t as big as Christy Canyons, they were much fuller and did flop around as much. The black color of her lingerie contrasted perfectly with her milky white skin, and I was instantly mesmerized. I watched for another few minutes before I realized I hadn’t once looked away to make sure that no one had come home. Luckily for me, I was still all alone. My eyes went back to the TV, Jo was still taking it doggy style, but then I started taking in everything on the screen. To my surprise, this was all taking place in the living room of our house, my step mom was getting fucked by another man in our own house. I was so entranced that I never heard the garage door opening. Fortunately, I didn’t have the volume up too loud, so when Jo walked in from the garage with my brother and sister, she didn’t hear the sounds of her getting fucked emanating from the TV. Jo yelled for me, asking for my help in bringing in groceries. I stopped the tape and turned off the TV, and made my way outside to help bring in the bags. As she reached into the trunk to grab the bags to hand them to me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her ass. All I could see was that mystery man on the TV, pumping back and forth. The clapping sounds as her ass met him on each thrust, her small grunts as he bottomed out in her, and her periodic “...fuck me…” as she looked back at her lover. Eventually, we all sat down, had dinner, and while my folks washed the dishes, I was able to eject the tape and put it back where I found it. I knew I would never be able to look at Jo the same again, and I I knew that I needed to watch more of that tape and that I needed to be more diligent about leaving the tape EXACTLY how I found it. The next day, it was the same routine: I got home first and the house was all to myself. This time though, I went immediately for the swinger tape, but instead of hitting play right away, I rewound it first. I also made sure to zero out the counter on the VCR, that way I would know exactly where to leave the tape before I put it back. I kept the sound low in case I lost track of time or my surroundings again. The tape started with our empty living room, but after a few seconds, Jo walked in from behind the camera. There she was in her black corset, breasts free, black thigh high stockings, high heels, and black lace panties. She was smiling at the camera and then she said, “Hi, my name is Jo, my husband James is running the VCR, and I am here to fuck our new friend Steve.”. Then she walked back towards the camera and reached out her hand. As she stepped backwards, Steve came into frame. Steve was completely nude and stood at least 6’4”, the top of his head barely clearing the ceiling fan in our living room, he dwarfed Jo on screen. His flaccid penis was already 5 inches long and I could see that he was uncircumcised. He had a very lean, almost a pole vaulter or distance runner physique. He had messy sandy blonde hair, but appeared to be older, early to mid 40s if I had to guess, and white. Once they were both squarely in frame, Jo gently grabbed Steve by the waist and brought him in close. Steve responded by leaning in and planting a huge kiss on Jo’s lips. Jo responded by placing her arms completely around Steve and based on how their mouths were moving, I can only guess that their tongues were mingling as well. Without breaking their kiss, Jo moved one hand to Steve’s chest, the other had made its way to his cock and was slowly stroking it. It didn’t take long before Steve reached full erection. Steve was definitely a shower and not a grower as he topped out around 7-8 inches. He wasn’t very thick, but I’m sure his length made up for his lack in girth. After a few minutes of dancing tongues and Jo stroking his cock, she broke their kiss and started placing small kisses on Steve’s neck. She slowly made her way down his chest, then to his abdomen, before she finally got down on her knees. She took Steve’s fully erect cock in her hands and held it in front of her face. She slowly stroked it with both hands, giving it a slight twist each time. Making sure not to miss any of the action, my dad zoomed in on Jo and Steve’s cock. Jo stopped stroking Steve’s cock and lifted it up. In once continuous motion, she licked from the underside base of his cock, all the way to the tip. Then, with a look of absolute hunger in her eyes, she kissed the head of Steve’s cock before parting her lips and taking him in her mouth. Jo couldn’t take all of it, but of the 5-6 inches that she could, she definitely did her best with it. You could see that she was really putting some suction into her work with the way her cheeks were puckered in and the popping sound she made whenever his cock fully left her mouth. Steve’s hands slowly made their way to the back of Jo’s head, and it slowly went from Jo giving him a blow job, to Steve face fucking Jo. A couple times, you could see Steve really thrust his hips forward when Jo was bobbing down, probably trying to get those last few inches down her throat, but Jo just couldn’t accommodate. She would gag briefly trying desperately to take Steve’s cock in her throat, but she must have been given those glorious tits to make up for her lack of deep throating skills. Steve continued to face fuck Jo for about another 5 minutes, but then he must have been getting close to cumming, cuz he quickly pulled his cock completely out of Jo’s mouth and bent over like he was just kicked in the nuts. Even though the camera was zoomed in on Jo’s face you could still hear Steve say to my day, “...goddamn James, your wife can suck a cock. But we’ll have to do something about that throat.” You could hear them both chuckle after Steve said that. Jo must have agreed because she cracked a smile herself and said, “I guess I need something large to practice with, what do you think hunny, a quick trip to the bookstore for a nice big throat stretcher?” The camera quickly pulled back out, and you could see Steve again, with his cock still fully erect, while everyone was having a quick laugh. They both quickly composed themselves, and Steve went back over to Jo and gave her another deep kiss, he then spun her around and started nibbling on her ear and kissing her neck. At the same time, his hands had found their way to her breasts. He began massaging them, first the left, then the right. You could see her nipples reacting to his touch as they were rock hard and fully at attention. You would have thought it was below freezing by how erect they were. Steve then pinched one of Jo’s nipples, and the cutest little squeak escaped from Jo’s lips. When he pinched the other one, all Jo could do was moan and bite down on her lip. “Yessssss...mmmmmm, that feels so good!” Steve must have known that Jo’s nipples were huge erogenous zones, because Jo started grinding her hips back into Steve. Steve’s erect cock was nestled between her ass cheeks, and Jo was stroking him again, only this time she was using her ass. As one hand continued to pinch and roll Jo’s nipples, the other one slowly made its way down her stomach, before disappearing into her lace panties. Once there, you could see that he was massaging her clit, using circular motions, but never sticking a finger inside. Between the nipple pinching and the attention Steve was playing to her clit, Jo was in ecstasy.. “Oh my god...don’t stop...right there!!!” “You like that don’t you Jo? I can tell because I don’t even have a finger inside you and your panties are already SOAKED!” Steve continued his assault on Jo’s nipples and her clit, and it didn’t take long before Jo couldn’t hold back any longer. After four “OH GODs,” Jo started shaking and Steve had to hold her up by her crotch as her legs gave way. There was my step mom, with some guy named Steve, holding her up by her pussy as she was convulsing in his arms. I had never seen a woman orgasm that intesley before, but it was amazing! Steve slowly lowered Jo to the ground, as her convulsions slowly dissipated. He turned to my dad who was still behind the camera and said: “Well that didn’t take too long, whattaya say we give her a few minutes to catch her breath?” My dad responded: “Absolutely, I still have plenty of tape left, and I promised my wife that she would get fucked by a new cock tonight, and I always keep my promises.” Anyone who has ever used those good old fashioned VCR camcorders knows the tell tale signs of when a tape is paused mid-recording and then starts up again. So I’m not sure how long of a break they took, but after the flicker, Steve was sitting on our couch sporting a semi-hard erection. Jo entered the screen and you could hear my dad say from behind the camera: “Hey babe, why don’t you give Steve a hand...or maybe a mouth. It looks like he isn’t ready for act two just yet.” Jo stepped in front of Steve and bent down at the waste and gave top of his shaft a kiss. When she did this, his cock reflexively jumped, and Jo gave out a quick, “oooooh.” She then place one hand on each of Steve’s thighs and slowly spread his legs so that she had room to drop down in front of him. Once his legs were spread, she got down on her knees at the edge of the couch and took his semi-erect cock in her mouth again. I hope you enjoyed my first story, the next one will pick up where we left Jo and Steve, getting ready for act two.

Chapter 1 Jeff had graduated this spring. Just an average student but had a gift for fixing things and really enjoyed working with his hands. He always considered going on to school like his girlfriend Julie but just couldn't afford the cost of collage. So he thought maybe he could work at the Shady Lawn Motel full time until he could save enough to go on to collage. Mr., Bossy was a friend of his father· and enjoyed Jeff ever since he could remember he Mr. Ed Bossy that is, was his godfather and always took Jeff under his wing so to speak. Jeff had been working for the Bossy’s since he was about 15 years old, strictly on weekends because of school and all. So here he was the first day on the job and he was given a job to fix a leaking toilet for Miss. Howl she was an airline stewardess that kept an apartment here at shady lawn because of the late night flights and the need for sleep. She was a very pretty and young woman she always turned the heads of men when she was around. Jeff remembered one time a guest at the motel walked right into the pool located in the center court of the motel all of the rooms had their patio doors facing the pool and the other side faced a parking area. Anyway she Miss. Howl was sun bathing in one of the deck chairs set around the pool and this guy was walking past and like I said he just couldn't keep his eyes off of that gorgeous figure lying in that chair and got too close to the edge of the pool lost his balance and fell in. Everyone around the pool just cracked up when they saw what happened. Miss. Howl just lifted her head and smiled, and went back to her sunbathing. Well here he was at her door waiting for Miss Howl to answer. The door clicked and opened Jeff was stunned to see her standing there with two towels one on her head and one on her body, she must have been taking a shower when he rang the bell to her apartment. OH "hi Jeff "she said looking at him with a smile on her pretty face. Did you come to fix the toilet? Yes I did Miss Howl. Well come on in Jeff I am sorry about the mess but I got in late last night and just wanted to crash. She led him into the bathroom that was still steamy from her shower, her under clothes where lying on the floor and she bent over to pick them up. That's when he got a glimpse of her beautiful ass. The towel she had wrapped around her body just wasn't wide enough to cover her when she bent over so he got a peek at her cheeks and what he thought a little pubic hair. Well that set his cock on fire the dam thing grew so fast it almost hurt. When she stood up she had this grin on her face that made it worse he thought he would bust a seam in his shorts. She was looking right strait at the bulge in his shorts that his swollen cock was making. She didn't even give him a chance to move. Her hand went right straight to the bulge and squeezed gently and said "I think we had better fix this before you do anything else" at that point she took the tool pouch off that was slung over his shoulder and laid it on the floor, and took the toilet parts out of his hand and asked what the big round one was. He said kind of stuttering tthaats a bball ccock at that she giggled and said she liked those. ' As she came closer and put her mouth up to his ear and said cocks. He just couldn't believe his ears the rest came sort of natural. She used one hand to undo his shorts as the other went around to grab a hand full of his ass. The shorts slid down his legs as he undid the towel around her body. She was already on her way down to unleash that bulge in his now stretched out under pants. She slid them down his legs very slowly never taking her eyes off of the cock region when it sprang free it almost smacked her right in the mouth. He thought he had died at the moment her lovely beautiful soft hot lips came in contact with the head of his cock. Dam but that sure felt good as he moaned in response. That seemed to trigger something in her because she started to take his now completely rock hard cock into her mouth and suck like she had a Popsicle that she was enjoying the taste of. He just couldn't handle it never having this done before. His legs tightened up and the sensation that was flowing up inside of him started to cause an eruption and his cock just started to jerk and pump it was awesome. As his cock started to spew the cum out she stuck her hand between his legs and grabbed a hand full of ass as her thumb came in contact with his ass hole she was kind of massaging it as her beautiful mouth sucked and licked his cock. He didn't think she missed a drop. His body seemed to have a mind of it's own he was humping her mouth uncontrollably the harder she sucked his cock into her mouth or throat the harder his body wanted to push into her. She was moaning as he looked down he could see that pretty little ass of hers had something sticking out of it and she was humping something. It was her other hand thrust between her now spread out legs as she knelt before him. She was holding something inside of her. It was the bristles of a hairbrush she was fucking herself with the handle of her hairbrush. That sight seemed to trigger another load of cum from his now nearly drained balls. It seemed the more he wanted to push his cock down her throat the harder She fucked herself with the handle of the brush. She was moaning like Crazy and so was he. Dam he just couldn't believe this had actually happened to him. One of his fantasies come true he told her that he had always wanted to see her naked and did actually have a couple of wet dreams about her. At that point she slowly stood up revealing her fully rounded tits. She asked if he had enjoyed the dreams as much as the blowjob she just gave him. He said nothing could compare to that at Which point she said not even a good fuck? Then the hairbrush dropped And bounced on the floor and she giggled. He told her how the sight of her fucking herself had caused another couple of squirts from his cock. She looked down at it still standing at attention. At which point she took hold of the shaft and leaned in to give him a full open mouth kiss and he could taste what he found out later to be his own. He tasted his own cum on her lips. As they kissed she pumped his cock and ran her thumb over the head. That was still just as slick as could be. They parted accept for her hand on his cock that she was still stroking and led him to her bed that was in the adjoining room. By then the shorts were gone along with his underpants. She spread him out on the bed and kind of jumped on to straddle his still ready cock. She eased herself down as she held the shaft. Man oh man his next fantasy all in about 15 minutes. When the head of his cock entered her cunt he kind of spaced out bucking up into that hot wet slick hole. She stopped him by putting her hands on his shoulders pushing him down and into the mattress so it mad it harder for him to pump up into her hot wet hole. He looked up at her face to see her smiling down at him. She said "wow you sure are a horny little devil aren't you". He just looked at her dumbfounded and smiled back. She asked if he knew how to perform cunnilingus he just looked at her smiling at him. She got off of his still rock hard cock as it slapped against his belly and lay down next to him telling Jeff to get up on his hands and knees. Which he did! She then slid a pillow under her ass and told him to position himself between her now spread wide legs revealing that wide open cunt for Jeff to see. Holy Shit he couldn't believe how great it looked. Pg 2 Split right up the Middle of her beautiful shapely long legs that were spread open just for him to look and enjoy. But not too long though. Well then she brought him up to kiss her. Another one of those open mouth wet ones. Then she used her tongue on his lips to go around in circles and flick at his slightly parted mouth. Then she broke off the kiss and told him to do that to her down there as she held both tits up for Jeff. He didn't need any more instruction as he went straight for the one in her left hand something about the way she was flicking the nipple to a peak made him go for that one. Dam it looked so good. Pink almost red, so stiff he felt a shock as his mouth came in contact with her finger and nipple at the same time. He continued as she moaned and groaned and thrust her big fat tit right into his mouth. He was like a mad and hungry dog he just couldn't get enough sucking, licking, and nibbling as she guided and instructed him. Telling him to suck a little harder lick, bite, not hard be gentle but firm. He remembered her saying. Then the real education began as she slowly pushed him down between her still spread legs talking all the wile telling, instructing, just as she did while he sucked her fully erect nipples. That seemed to keep his cock good and stiff. She had a hand an either side of his face holding him firmly. Then she wiggled a bit to position herself rite in front of his now watering mouth. Saying to flick his tongue out gently make it pointed, she said touch it against this spot. As she put her finger next to a little knob at the very top of her pussy holding it opened For him. She began to quiver as his tongue found that mark. She was moaning and began to undulate up into his flicking tongue. Then she grabbed his head cupping both sides with her gentle palms and pushed her now dripping cunt into his mouth. She rode him like a bucking bronco, and the taste! She was riding his mouth so hard she shot her load right into his mouth. Tongue still out and flicking, lapping, sucking, swallowing, dam he sure loved the taste of that sweet cunt. She started saying loudly, fuck me please, fuck me. He jumped up and positioned himself between her beautifully stretched out legs and slammed his rock hard cock into her wet cunt hole. So hard he thought his balls were going in too, but they slammed into her ass. In, out, in, out, in, and holly shit she said 1M coming allover your beautiful fat cock. Fuck me, fuck me, please, fuck me. Dam that sent him over the edge his cock was pumping throbbing fucking this beautiful slick sweet cunt. They came for what seemed like a really long time. The after math and heavy breathing lasted a long time too, as he lay on top of her, still inside that beautiful sweet cunt. He decided rite then that he sure love pussy. She said that sure was a surprise I love sex and knew it would be nice. But that was great Jeff. He said again that he couldn't believe that he just had his second fantasy fulfilled. She said with a smile, do you have anymore you would care to tell me about? Jeff sort of smiled and said yes, he wanted to learn all there was to know about pussy and could she teach him? She said with a big grin yes I would love to. But she had to get to work and maybe he could tell Mr. Ed (Bossy) that she had a broken light switch and could he get the parts necessary to do the job when she got back tomorrow. Jeff said he would do just that as he rolled off of her beautiful body. Jeff got the toilet fixed in no time at all. It was just an adjustment that it needed. As he entered the bedroom from the washroom to leave, Karen (Miss Howl) was just straightening her mini skirt as she looked into the full length mirror hung on the wall. She looked at Jeff through the mirror and said "you’re done already? He just couldn't take his eyes off of her long shapely legs which made her laugh as she watched his face. Yes he said, it just needed adjusting, she said like my skirt that made him grin and say yes. She said not to forget tomorrow as Jeff turned to go. Jeff said he wouldn't and added a thank you. She came over to him and said you are very welcome and gave him a little kiss right on the mouth not a deep one just a sort of thank you kiss. She said again that she had to get to work and walked to the door with him. As they parted she reminded him about tomorrow around noon she said. Jeff went on with the daily chores of the maintenance routine and had an easy day of it. MR. Bossy ran into him a couple times during the day and asked every time how thing's were going and Jeff said fine every time. Jeff just couldn't believe he got so lucky the first day on the full-time job. Not the work because he'd been doing that for a couple of years on a part time basis with Mr… Bossy learning more each year. So he had the confidence. No it was the interlude with miss howl Pg 4

My name is Isabelle. I was born in the back of a wagon near Budapest in the year 1478, though my family was not from that town. We are gypsys you see, we travel where we will and make a living where we can. Whatever others call us, we live by our own laws, the laws of the earth, and find our way where fortune takes us. This is the tale of how my new daughter, Selina, came into being. As I write this she is sleeping, and only two days old. I hope this will make things clear to my dear Father, for we are nearing Paris now... Isabelle listened to the sounds of the birds in the trees as she made her way to the river in the early morning light. The air was crisp and cold, the late spring bringing a fine silver mist that seemed to chill her straight to the bone. She shivered and clutched the vessel tighter in her hand. She was never much of an early riser, but if she expected to learn anything about cooking, she had to help Loridana, the camp cook in her daily tasks. She reached the river and hiked up her skirt, exposing her slender brown legs to the cool mist. She was sixteen and quite lovely, with a very slender body, fair face and eyes that sparkeld like emeralds in the sun... But that was not what she was noticed first for. Her and her whole tribe came from India, and and her dark skin stood out like a sore thumb. She had learned to deal with it however, and even take pride in her differences. She was just kneeling to fill the jar when she heard some voices from across the small river. She suddenly felt afraid, they were camping near a village about two days from Paris, and the locals had not been as happy to see them as most. She arose and turned around, only to find a tall man standing behind her. "Hello pretty, getting some water for some of your potions are ya, ya little witch?" He said, his rank breath hitting her even at several feet. Two more men stepped out from behind the trees. "Na, she's not old enough to be a witch! She's just a little tramp!" Said one of the others. "You well broken in, ya little tramp?" Isabelle began to panic and turned to the river when one of the men grabbed her and pulled her back from behind. "I'm sure she is," said the third "and a good thing too! We're going to make sure your nice and full, we'd hate for ya to die unhappy! Won't ya like that, ya gypsy whore?" He asked with a grin as he tickled under her chin. She snapped at his finger, making him jerkhis hand back. The others roared with laughter and forced her to the ground. She screamed and struggled, but knew that no one would hear her from this far away. As they gropped her and forced her legs open, she felt numb acceptance fall over her. "So this is it." She thought. "I'm going to be raped, and then I'm going to die." She began to cry in ernest then, but the men laughed all the harder, as they jerked her skirt up. "Leave her alone you bastard sons of pigs!" The men and Isabelle turned tward the river and saw another man aproaching fast. Isabelle doubted he could help, but she hoped and prayed to be wrong. Henry ran into the river at the sick men across it. He looked almost as much a rogue as they: Tall, dark haired with a darker complexion. He had a handsome but rough face to match his dark and stained travel cloths, with a gotee and unshaven cheeks. The only odd this was his very short hair, it was very much not the fashion. In short, he looked downright shabby, the only nice things he had on him to mark him as any more than a common thug were the spanish rapier and matching dagger that were now in his hands. He just hoped he rememberd enough of his lessions to matter... "Leave her alone!" He shouted again. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" "That's what I was going to ask you, she's just a Gypsy girl!" One of the men shouted back. "This is your last warning, let the girl go or I'll have them picking your tripes off your boots!" "It seems the little 'ero can't count. Let's help him out why don't we?" Said the man to his fellows. They let the girl go and she stumbled back, watching her attackers fan out around Henry, who had just reached the shore. He tried to keep his eyes on all of them as they drew their weapons. Their swords were not as nice as his, but they were still just as deadly. "Great," he thought. "Wake up, eat breakfast and be dead before sunup. Won't dad be pleased." Then his fathers voice cracked like a wip in his head. "Be where you are, keep your mind in the fight!" He took his fathers advice and concentrated. The man to his left made a sudden thrust as the one to his right mad a swing for his head. He parried the left with his dagger and cought the right on his sword. As he did this the middle man, the loud mouthed one, started to thrust. He spun, his sword knocking the thrust aside as he moved behind the man and stabbed him in the kidneys with the dagger. The man squeeled and collapsed, and Henry barely had time to block another swing with his sword. The other man, now behind him, made a stab for Henry's back. He twisted sideways so that the man's blade missed and split the man's face with his sword. The man cried out briefly and then fell down into a spreading pool of blood. The last man took this chance to stab Henry through the thigh, making him cry out and collapse. The man turned to run, and Henry shouted "Take this with you!" He grabbed the sword of the fallen man and threw it after the fleeing one. It spun end over end to sink deep between the man's shoulder blades. Henry turned to where the first man had been, and saw him gone. Then he noticed the man riding away... On Henry's horse. "Great," he thought. "All my cloths, my money, my food..." Then he thought about the wound he had given the scum. It would kill him... In about a week. Henry hoped he enjoyed every moment of it. He tried to stand, when a sharp pain in his leg made him collapse again. He just saw a beautiful face over him and thought that, perhaps, he was on his way to heaven. Then he knew no more. Henry awoke in a small, wooden room that he realized, after a few moments of confusion, was a wagon. Then he heard the voice of an angel speak to him. "I'm glad you're awake, you have been unconscious for over an hour." The voice was clear and light like silver bells, and soothing like a forest stream. He looked around and saw that it was the young woman he had saved. She was stunning, short and slender, with long dark hair, bright green eyes and exotic brown skin. Then she smiled, and it was like the sun breaking through a storm. "I am Isabelle. Thank you, for your courage. You saved me life." Henry blushed, flusterd. He had devoted most of his life to study, and had seldom even been around women. "Henry. And it was nothing." He replied. "Anyone would have done the same." "That's not what those men were doing." She replied with a humorous smile that did not quite reach her eyes. Henry felt a stab of pitty for her. "Are you well?" He asked, worried for her. "She is fine, thanks to you my young friend." Henry looked and saw a rough looking man gazing through the low window. "I'm her father. Isabelle told me the whole story. I owe you a debt I can never repay." Henry nodded his head respectfuly. "It was my pleasure." "And your misfortune it seems." Her father said with a sharp grin. "Where were you bound?" "Paris." Henry replied. "As are we. I would be honored to take you with us. It's the least I can do. Will you join us my friend?" Henry glanced down at his badaged leg and said with a humorous grin " Do I have much choice?" Her father roared with laughter. "Not unless you intend to hop like a crippled chicken from here to Paris! I need my daughter now, but when you feel up to it, please come out and meet the rest!" With that he turned and walked away, heading to the center of the camp. Isabelle looked at Henry and said, "Stay in here at least a few hours. When you come out, there is a stick in the corner to help you. Again... Thank you." She looked at him shyly for a moment, then brushed her lips lightly against his. Her lips were like silken fire, and his breath cought in his throat as they touched him, and as a stray lock of her dark hair fell down and brushed his cheek. Then she got up then and left. He watched her walk across the camp from the window, her slim hips swaying and her colorful dress rippling in the breeze. She glanced over her shoulder and smiled a bright and slightly naughty smile at him. Then, with a wink, she was gone. Henry laid back, the pain in his leg now just a dull throb. What a day, and not even noon. His father was an open minded man, but he wondered if even HE would buy this story... To be continued

You came home a little late from work so you expect to find me sound asleep. You walk through our bedroom to the master bath to get ready for bed. The sudden light wakes me up from my nap that I was taking waiting for you to get home. Luckily for me you don’t think about how bright the light is. You turn on the shower and quickly undress, ready to wash away the stress you endured today. I hear you enter the shower and take a quick peek to make sure you are actually in there. I can tell by your body language that you have had a long day and are ready to relax and unwind before bed. Once you start lathering yourself up with soap I take that as my cue to sneak in. I, as quietly as I can, climb out of bed and tip-toe over to the bathroom door. I stand and watch you in the shower for a minute thinking how did I get so lucky. Watching the water and soap cascade over your glistening, tan body starts to get me wet. I quickly slip out of my lace nightgown and move to the shower. You, luckily, are not paying attention to your surroundings, thinking that I am fast asleep in our bed, so you continue to stand under the showerhead with your eyes closed just letting the water run over you. I open the shower door just enough to slip in so I can join you but so you won’t notice the cool air. For a second I just stand there admiring your back muscles trying to decide what I should do to get your attention. As I am standing there staring, you reach to grab the shampoo, so I seize the opportunity to press myself against you and place my hands on you. Startled, you immediately whip around with a weird look on your face until your eyes fall to mine. Your face turns from fright and shock to calm and understanding when you see it is just me that was reaching for you. I lean forward and give you a quick kiss and turn to leave. You stand stunned for a second but quickly pull me back in so that my back is against your chest. You wrap your arms around me and start nibbling on my ear whispering “I thought you were asleep, you scared me half to death.” I try to lean to the side to get a better look at your face while saying “I know that was the point”. You turn me back around facing away from you and growl in my ear “Oh yeah? And what do you suppose we do about that little surprise?” I push my butt back into you and tell you to “learn to live with it”. You ignore my snickering and spin me around so we are pressed together chest to chest as you gaze deep into my eyes. Leaning down, mumbling as your lips graze mine “and if I don’t?” I pull away from our passionate kiss to look at you and suggest “maybe you will just have to find another way to get me back!” I give you the most innocent look that I can and with that I can see your mouth turn to a wicked grin and feel your cock harden between us. Resuming our kiss, more hot and heavy this time, you mention against my lips “Is that so? In that case I have an idea of what to do with you”. You pull away from our kiss to take a step back you look at me and then down at your cock motioning me to get down on my knees. I obey and drop to my knees in front of you. I reach out and grab your cock and start stroking you to get you the rest of the way hard and to tease you a little. You clear your throat to tell me that I better start using my mouth on my own or you will take control and use it for yourself. I decide to be a bratty tease and only stick my tongue out and lick the head of your cock. You moan out in pleasure and then frustration because you realize that I am just going to tease you. Looking down at me you decide to take matters into your own hands. You reach down and caress my cheek and quickly move your hand to grab my ponytail. While still looking down at me you demand “I gave you fair warning that if you weren’t going to use that mouth properly I would!” and with that being said you slowly thrust your cock in my mouth inch by inch pulling out a little in between so that you can get me ready to feel all of you. We both know that my gag reflex is still in play but you know that I’ve gotten better and can take more of you now. Slowly but forcefully you slide yourself into my mouth until you can reach my throat. You see the worry in my eyes so you reassure me and say “You go this baby you can take all of me just open that pretty little throat of yours.” Wanting to please you I try to ignore my reflex as much as possible, we both feel my throat open enough to let your cock slide down. “Fuck that’s it” you moan out. Your grip on my ponytail becomes more forceful as you pull out and thrust back down my throat. After a few strokes you start to increase your speed. Knowing that you need the release I reach up to massage and play with your balls. Ignoring my reflex I try to take all of you down my throat. Your faster thrusts mixed with your increasing moans makes me even more wet than the shower. I can feel you starting to build up getting ready to cum. You brace your other hand against the wall so you don’t fall as you start to shoot your load down the back of my throat I pull back so that some of your cum ends up on my face giving me a facial. After a few shots you finish cumming and help me stand up. I wash the cum off my face and you pull me in for a hug thanking me because we both knew you needed the release. I grab a towel and step out of the shower to thoroughly brush my teeth while you finish your shower. You step out joining me by the sink. I finish brushing my teeth and look down at your cock then back up to your face and say “Oh we are not done yet. I haven’t had enough of you.....”

I walked into a Travel Agents in my local shopping mall and indulged a total whim on the spur of the moment. I had not been on holidays proper for almost fifteen years so it was a very novel experience for me to find myself in Tenerife at the end of the same week with no agenda except to relax and enjoy myself. Puerto del los Americas, ( about 20 minutes from the Airport ), will cater very well for most peoples idea of what a Spanish Seaside Holiday resort should be like. Particularly so if you're the sort who is quite content to stay in the one place and have Hotel pool, beaches, bars, restaurants and shopping all close to hand. As Tenerife is part of the group that make up the Canaries Islands off the West African coast the temperature averages 20 C all year. The Islands are volcanic and Tenerife rises to a height of 12200 ft so both sand and snow can be experienced within a short drive. One thing that Tenerife doesn't have is miles and miles of light sandy beaches. The Resorts are built around such beaches there are and these are crowded. I hired a car and set off to explore the rest of the Island. Once out beyond the "concrete jungle" I became aware of how varied the Island could be. I passed tomato and banana plantations as I wandered my way up the coast. I stopped off at a delightful town, Puerto del Santiago. The only beach is of black sand nestling in a very small bay overlooked by a terrace on the main street. At one end, just beyond the sand, I found a small space among rocks with enough privacy to sunbathe nude even though this was just beside the public path. In the hot sun my mind wandered and I soon began to doze. I woke with the background sounds of sea and gulls split with laughter. Filled with curiosity I sat up and looked over the low rocks beside me, The sight that greeted me was of two long haired blonde girls who wore absolutely nothing except their smiles. These long legged beauties were lying on their stomachs on a big multicoloured beach towel and the source of their amusement was a magazine they were reading".Share the joke with me girls" I said. They turned around, startled, not realising there was someone else so close to them. One of them had turned on her side exposing a beautiful blonde bush. She made a self conscious attempt to cover herself up on seeing a man peering over the rocks. It was now my turn to laugh as I realised that they couldn't see that I was in the same state as themselves. I stood up and introduced myself, they relaxed again and invited me to join them. The girls were delightful company.Marika was a Nurse, she was 36. She had honey coloured skin that was darker than her ash blonde hair.Very evidently her natural colour. Suzy was the older of the two, a housewife now, she worked with Marika as a Radiologist. She was a much quieter person but there was something deep behind those serene blue eyes.We spent a good part of the morning in easy conversation. I invited the girls to lunch with me in a lovely restaurant overlooking the sea and beach. As we stood up to dress and go I had my second surprise of the day. Suzy sat up with her back to us and pulled on a rather skimpy top, Then she stood up and turned as she donned her wrap around skirt giving a brief glimpse of her delightful smooth hairless pubes. She lowered her eyes and smiled as she caught my stare. Lunch was a long and leisurely affair. The restaurant was busy and crowded but served the most delicious seafood. This and excellent Spanish wine softened my resolve to explore the Island further. When I mentioned this the girls were adamant that I must see the Island and even offered to show me some of the sights. I couldn't resist remarking that they had partly done that already. They both laughed and Marika, her leg brushing mine, said that there was much more to see. Well, who could refuse such an offer?, so it was we set off driving the steep climbing, twisting roads to the upper parts of the Island. The highest ground is a national park dominated by Pico del Tiede at over 12000ft. The landscape is almost totally barren, a mixture of Lava fields and tumbling rock outcrops that are stunningly spectacular. ( It was here that part of "The Ten Commandments" and "Planet of the Apes" were filmed. By road you drive to nearly 8000 ft this is a snow field in the early part of the year. We walked past groups of snowball throwing tourists and considered the ascent to the summit of Pico del Tiede. Not as difficult as it sounds, there is a cable car. It doesn't always run as weather conditions such as cloud and wind change very rapidly at that height Its also not suitable for everybody as breathing becomes a bit difficult at 12000ft. The air is cold high up in the mountains so warm clothes are advisable. However once out of the wind there is strong radiant heat from the sun. We walked further from the coaches and cars parked on the main road and found a sheltered and secluded valley. There were patches of dry rock which were ideal for nude sunbathing. The girls and I stripped off and after a short walk on the snowfield lay back on a rock to admire the breathtaking views of the snowy ridges on the horizon. I found the scene soporific enough to doze fitfully. My awakening was the huge shock of being pelted with snow by the girls who ran off laughing and screaming . I dashed across the snowfield after them only to be repulsed by another barrage of snowballs fired with devastating accuracy. My hair was caked with snow and my body blotched with slush and melt water. I caught up with Marika who turned to run in between salvos. My flying tackle brought her down on the snow and our bodies combined as I flipped her over and pinioned her by the wrists . She lay there , panting, not resisting and there was "that look" again. I was just about to take what I thought was the appropriate action when we heard loud cheering and applause,. Turning, the sight that greeted us and embarrassed me was to see what seemed to be a whole coach tour up on the rim of the valley egging us on. Now I have my limits when it comes to public nudity, redfaced I slunk back to where I had left my clothes Suzy was collapsing in paroxysms of laughter and Marika was actually taking bows, the cheeky sod! When we eventually drove home I could see the funny side of it all and realised that the girls were exhibitionists. I couldn't help the suspicion that they had already seen the audience before they provoked the incident. It was late evening with sunset in the offing when we got back to Puerto del Santiago. Marika and Suzy invited me to dinner," to make up" they said. Well, naturally I accepted and inquired what Restaurant they wished to go to. Marika smiled,"Were going to have it back at our place". well that was fine by me. The girls were staying in a really lovely house with a roof garden sheltered from the wind with bouganvillia and hibiscus covering the walls. The barbecue was lit and we started to prepare food with a background of a setting sun and the smell of woodsmoke. I decided that some champagne to go with the barbeque would be a good idea , this was greeted with enthusiasm and Marika offered to show me where to go. Having made the purchases in the local supermarket as we made our way back up the steep steps Marika put her arm through mine. " I hope you will stay over, there's plenty of room and its so late for you to drive back". "I'd be delighted" I said. She smiled and suddenly kissed me full on the lips just lingering enough to let me know that there might be more to follow and there was that look in her eyes again. When we got back the most wonderful smell pervaded the air as Suzy, now naked except for an apron, tended the steaks. She had also lit an open fire in an iron basket in the middle of the patio. She had placed a small table and cushions nearby. "I thought a nude picnic might be nice, we wont embarrass you this time" she said. I certainly wasn't prepared for that but don't get me wrong I was all on for it. These girls were educating me, surprising me and, yes, exciting me. I can assure you that the meal was splendid and great fun. We sat on cushions around the open fire, the warmth of the wine and the night was heady and intoxicating all interspersed with a great deal of laughter. Desert was strawberries and cream. we all know that food can erotic but when Marika dropped a large berry that rolled into her lap and left a long trickle of cream down her breast all conversation stopped and the atmosphere was electric. I just stared as Suzy leaned over and picked the berry from Marikas pubes and, after licking the remaining cream from it, fed it to her.She then took my hand and used my finger to scoop up, slowly, the dribble of cream from Marikas breast. I offered my finger to her lips .Her eye contact was direct as she took my finger into her mouth and sucked hard on it, releasing it slowly and swallowing it again. There could be no doubt now. I looked to Suzy, her eyes glistened and she smiled at me, nodding. It was then that the doorbell rang. The suddeness of it ran like a shock thru us all. The athmosphere changed suddenly as this was a completely unexpected intrusion. The girls suddenly became alert and anxious dialogue in German passed between them. Marika said "come, I show you where you stay " and , scooping up my clothes, I followed her to a bedroom . I was puzzled by the girls behaviour and the sudden change of athmosphere and started to question Marika." Its complicated" she said. " Its Suzys Husband, we werent expecting him until the weekend". "yes, but you and I ---". Not now, Ill explain everything to you,-- later", she said. Then she put her arms about my neck, pressed her still naked body to mine and kissed me with a ferocity that was surprising and very brief and erotic. "You will be comfortable here", she said indicating the huge bed as she opened the wardrobe and took out a light dress. She pulled this on and smiled as she closed the door behind her. I was thoroughly confused by now. So maybe he didnt like the idea of strange men in the house, or seeing his Wife naked but I hadnt been asked to leave and anyway it was Marika I was interested in and who had shown similiar feelings. I decided that speculation was useless for now and presumably all would be made clear in good time. I climbed into bed and spent some time listening to the voices from outside. I couldnt make out what was being said, I could just hear the murmur and occasional laughter. It was infuriating but curiosity wasnt going to be satisfied. I turned out the light and tried to sleep.How were they going to explain my presence?, what would the athmosphere be like in the morning? Why was I banished to a bedroom? Why had Marika not come back?, Did Suzys Husband know I was here?. My mind raced and it seemed like ages before I finally dropped off . I dont know how much later it was that I woke with a start to see a bright rectangle of light from the door silhouette the naked long haired figure before she closed it and the room blackened again. The duvet lifted and her warm body slid in beside me. I couldnt believe this was happening. I wrapped my arms around her, one hand running thru her long silky hair the other tracing her spine as I found her lips. Her eager tongue sought my mouth as our bodies crushed against each other. The silky feel of her bottom was pure heaven and John Thomas sprang rigidly to attention as her hand wrapped around him. She made small moaning sounds as, after passionate kisses, my mouth left hers and sought her breast. I settled on her stiff, long nipple and sucked greedily while bringing my hand up to cup her exquisite firm small breast. I let my mouth wander down her stomach pausing to let my tongue swirl into her navel as my fingers rolled each nipple between them.This was going to be a night of passion . As I licked my way , slowly, down her belly I caught the scent of her strong musk .I placed small kisses on her inner thighs, teasing her, and felt her body begin a rythmic movement and the moans increased. "Please, please" she said in a whisper. It was nearly time, slowly my tongue licked up her legs towards the ultimate goal .I slid one hand from a breast down to ready her slit for my tongue.. My hand found her mound, it was hairless!. The realization hit me immediately and I leaped from her . I threw back the duvet, switched on the light and looked at a naked and very aroused Suzy, her long hair spread over the pillows and panting.. Suzy was startled by my action. "Come back to me please, what is it?" she said. "Jesus, God, how can you ask?" I said. "I'm in bed with you, another mans wife, thinking you were Marika and your husband is asleep somewhere close by and Marika may come in any moment". My body was quivering with the shock. Suzy regarded me for a moment and then burst into laughter. "Ssh, Ssh, you'll wake up the household and cause a dreadful scene. How will I explain this?" In my panic I switched out the light and put my hand over her mouth but she struggled free and, gasping with laughter, she said "Calm down ,its all right, lie down beside me and let me explain". She switched on the light and knelt up facing me. Her hand brushed my chest in small circular movements as she regarded me in silence for some moments before she spoke. "Poor you, you werent expecting this and when I explain you'll probably be even more confused but its perfectly all right. Hansi and Marika know I'm with you and they won't disturb us, Does that make you feel better?". Without waiting for me to reply she kissed me gently and at length, her hand lightly stroking my limp dick.My mind and body were still confused but the sight of this beautiful naked golden woman and what she was doing to me won out. She pulled me down on top of her whispering "First we make love, words can wait until after". This was temptation beyond endurance, suddenly I was rigid with desire and, nestling between her legs, I crushed my mouth to hers, grabbed her wrists and plunged my aching prick forcefully into her. She made a small cry as I did so and I felt her burning heat engulf my manhood. It was almost too much to bear and Suzy sensed this. "Yes, fuck me hard now. I want you to explode inside me . We will fuck many times before morning". The effect of this on me was devastating. I slammed into her less than a dozen times before I came with an intensity that I'd never before experienced. It felt as though my entire insides were leaving me as I shot load after load deep inside her. Not normally given to noise, I roared like a Bull for what seemed like ages as wave after wave of sheer ecstasy tore thru me. Suzys legs tightened like a clamp high around my back. Her breath gasped as she said "More, more, fuck me harder over and over, do anything you want to do to me only don't stop". To my surprise my tool stayed rigid and her cries urged me on to greater efforts. I withdrew from her suddenly and threw her over on her stomach, pulling her gorgeous ass up in the air. The globes of her bottom were maddeningly erotic, her entire slit and little pink rosebud visible for one moment before I sunk my prick deep into her again riding her with an intensity I hadn't thought possible. Time and time again I saw my prick, now glistening with her juices, withdraw and plunge back into her. At each thrust the flesh of her bottom rippled like a wave up to her back. One of her hands kneaded the pillow while the other hammered up and down on the mattress as she gasped "Oh Ja!, Oh Ja! this is so good!". I held the sides of her pelvis as she slammed back against me in perfect rythym her pace quickening and her cries louder until with one long cry she came. Her body shuddered and convulsed against me. I was ready to shoot another load into her by now and the sight of her beautiful bottom and naked back were driving me crazy with desire. I wanted to stop myself from coming too soon with this lovely woman so I slowed my pace to very slow strokes. I withdrew my prick slowly, slowly, almost taking it out and then pushing back in and letting it soak before repeating the move. Suzy obviously loved this. She kept making small moans and slowly wiggled her bottom from side to side as I did this to her. At one point this caused my prick to fall out of her and she gasped "Put it back in".As I attempted to do so it was so rigid that I missed and it skated up between her cheeks and, dripping with her juices, it nosed her little pink asshole. Another little cry from her let me know this was what she wanted. I steadied my tool with one hand and pushed slowly, not wanting to hurt her. I watched the head slowly open her and disappear into her asshole. Gradually I worked my entire shaft in to her. Her hole was like a vice and I knew that I couldnt last very long. I began to ride her in slow strokes. Suzy said, "Faster, you can go faster, I love this". Not needing any second bidding, I gradually increased the speed of my strokes.Suzy began panting "Oh, Oh, Oh" in time with my movements. Looking down, I could see the skin of her asshole withdraw in a ridge with my prick and then disappear again as I thrust back into her. I rode her faster and faster, my heart pounding,until my balls sunk up into my body and I blew jets of come into Suzys ass. My orgasm triggered hers and once again she cried out in ecstasy as we both came together. I collapsed, exhausted, pinning Suzy under my weight to the bed. I placed small kisses on her neck and shoulders. Our breathing slowed and as we lay quietly I felt my erection slowly subside and Suzys hole, pulsing, push it out if her. I rolled off and lay beside her cradling her in my arms as my excitement subsided. I lay quietly in the darkness, replaying the incredible erotic experience, listening to Suzy breathing her small hot breaths against my chest.Curiosity filled me again and I said to her, "Is it time for words now?". I would still have to wait, Suzy was asleep and in a very short while so was I. Sunlight streamed into the room when I awoke. The curtains had been pulled back and I was alone in the bed. I lay there for some moments confused, alert and listening. but there was no sound in the house. I looked at my watch, it was mid afternoon. I rose, showered and dressed. I felt uneasy as I left the bedroom not sure of what to expect. There was nobody at home. The table was set on the terrace and there was a note thanking me from Suzy and another signed Marika and Hansi saying that they wanted to see me when they returned in the evening. I had some fruit, coffee and rolls while I considered how I felt and what I would do. I felt confused, even embarrased. After all this was a highly unusual situation. Obviously they all knew about last night and seemingly it was ok, or was it ?. Yet so much needed to be explained. How come Hansi let me fuck his wife ?. Yet, I was sure that Marika wanted to take me to bed, why didnt she?. What happened to her and Hansi ?. So many questions. I decided to have a walk about the town to consider all this. Sitting in a cafe near the seafront I debated if I should just leave and go back to my hotel, just quietly withdraw and chalk it all up to a fantastic one off experience and avoid embarrassment to all concerned. Then I thought what about the notes?, what about the lovely hospitality of the girls?, I owed them one. I reasoned that my trepidation was meeting Hansi and how he might feel about me screwing his wife and also meeting Marika, did I betray her?. Yet they all , obviously , knew what happened during the night. Or did they. I just felt that I couldnt cut out without meeting them one more time to try to explain and to say thanks. I bought some presents and made my way back to the villa determined to exit as gracefully as I could. I rang the bell and Marika answered the door. "Come in, its so nice to see you" she said. I followed her to the balcony & couldnt help seeing that she wore a nearly see thru dress and the sunlight streamed thru her as we went onto the patio. She turned to face me and said "I think we need to talk, no, don't interupt me just now, just listen to me". She sat on the patio wall and motioned for me to sit in a chair opposite her. I couldnt help noticing that she looked fantastic with the sunlight turning her hair to gold and streaming thru her flimsy dress showing the outline of her breasts. "I hope you are not embarassed or uncomfortable with me" she said. Before I could reply she said " I know that you and Suzy had a nice time last night and I also know that you wanted to have me but I'm glad for both of you and I want to tell you that you can still have me, if you want to" I was staggered by this but before I could think of anything to say Marika continued, "I hope you will make love to me, I very much want you to do so and I wished we did last night but I had to let Hansi have me first. That's why we sent Suzy to you so you wouldnt have to spend the night on your own. Hansi would usually fuck both of us, he likes exotic sex ,but when we explained that we had a visitor that wanted me he chose me and gave you Suzy for company. You see, since she is his wife, he can have her all the time but he only sometimes can have me so I am a novelty for him and I love Suzy so I do what he wants". My mind was whirling with questions, I hardly knew where to begin. Marika sensed this and said "It all needs a lot of explaining and I promise that we will but why not take things as they come and perhaps understand later?" "What do I need to understand" I said. "I'm so confused , I dont know where to start". Marika stood up, her lovely figure evident thru her backlit almost transparent dress. "Understand that I want you, I've seen you looking at me and I know you would like this", She pulled her dress over her head and stood naked before me. "Wouldn't you like this?" Was there anyone alive who could resist such an offer? A golden goddess stood before me. I drank in her beautiful figure, her blonde hair ruffled by the breeze, her perfect and desireable breasts with stiff long nipples. My gaze lowered to her navel and smooth belly and her wispy blonde pubic hair just concealing the delights it held. She leaned back against the patio wall and spread her legs. Her hand wandered down to her pubes. " wouldnt you like this?", she almost whispered as she parted her slit. I was mad with desire by this sight. Everything went from my mind and I tore off my clothes, my jeans snagging on my now super erect tool. I rushed at her and, kissing her frantically, I lifted her bodily and threw her on the patio table sweeping aside the remains of a meal. Dishes and plates crashed to the tiles as, in haste of lust, I swung her long legs over my shoulders and rammed into her. "Yes, she said, yes, I want you and all you can give me. I spent ages fucking Marika in every possible way and she responded with enthusiasm and energy that I could hardly believe. As soon as my prick came out of her she pushed me back on the patio sofa and engulfed it with her mouth sucking hard and greedily making it rigid again. Then she climbed on top of me and pushed it back into her cunt. She pumped up and down on me and then leaned forward and dipped each nipple in turn into my eager mouth. "What would you like?, I will do anything for you", she said. She reached behind her and started to massage my balls then , slowly, ran her fingers up the soft skin to my hole. Her mouth came down on mine sucking at my lips at first then her tongue darted into my mouth and her finger circled my hole."You like?, you like more?" she whispered kissing my eyes and nose. This was an incredible sensation, I abandoned myself to her using her words, "Just do what you want" I said. "Anything?" she asked. "Anything" I said. "Then I have a treat for both of us" she said and , getting off, me she turned to face my feet. She squatted down on me and guided my stiff prick into her arse. The sensation was glorious. I reached around her and cupped one breast and sought her clit with my other hand. Marika spread my legs and dipped her fingers into her cunt. Her now slippery fingers massaged my hole and then, as she slowly rose and fell on my prick, she eased her fingers into my arse and gently fucked me. It felt like an electric charge running thru me. I rubbed her clit like fury and tweaked her nipple as she moaned and moved on my prick faster and faster. "I cant hold back" I screamed. "Yes, yes, come now" she shouted. I roared as I shot jet after jet of come up her arse. Marika screamed as her orgasm hit her at the same time her fingers vibrating in my arse giving heightened sensations of sweet pain. She leaned forward, withdrawing her fingers and lifted off my already softening prick. She turned and lay beside me, panting. She kissed me and snuggled up to me saying "That was wonderful, I think perhaps you liked it too?". I was shattered, "Nobody has ever done that to me before" I said. She smiled impishly at me and said "Then we have some more little treats in store for you later". My curiousity was aroused and I asked her to explain but all I got was another grin, "you'll see " she said. These girls certainly had a way of keeping me on edge. As passion subsided we dressed,( if you could call it that in Marikas case ), and began to clean up the patio..I watched Marikas sinewy form as she worked. I thought about how lucky I was to have met two such passionate, sensuous, uninhibited women as these. There was no jealousy, no judgement, between them. But what was this intriguing mystery?. What about Hansi?, I couldn't understand this at all. Why would a lusty man who would screw two women at the same time in his bed part with one of them, particularly his wife, to be fucked by a stranger?. Was he now to know that I had Marika, presumably his Mistress, as well. My mind was whirling with questions. I asked Marika to explain as she had promised. She stopped what she was doing and regarded me for a moment with an odd look in her eyes. " Yes, I'll tell you" she said, " but it's a very long story and I'm not sure I'll finish it . You may have to find out the last bit later, that would be your part in it. Are you sure that you want to know all?". "How can I be sure?, I just don't know what you are talking about" I said. "Then why not just take things as they come and let the story emerge in its own good time, are you not happy with what's happening to you here?", she said. "Of course I am, I feel like the luckiest man alive with both of you. But what about Hansi?" I said. Again a laugh from Marika, "You're thinking too much, Hansi knows and you needn't fear him. Have you not enjoyed making love to Suzy and I?,and wouldn't you like more?", I was staggered by her directness and the promise of more erotic encounters to come, my heart was pounding and my manhood started to rise at the very thought of what she was promising. This was the stuff of which dreams are made and here it was, happening to me. All scruples and doubts went clear out of my mind, "Yes,of course, I'd love that. You must know that you have both captivated me". Another bright ringing of laughter from Marika, " We know that and you are good for us, but are you sure you can keep up and play any games we would like you to?". This was surely the offer of a lifetime, "Just try me", I said. "Oh we will, we will, then its a deal?" said Marika.

Some background before we get into everything. My parents had me in the mid 70s when they were in their early 20s, well to be fair, my mom was 20 and my dad was 21.They tried to make a go of it, but they just wanted different things out of life and separated shortly after I was born. So I’ve never known a time when both of my parents were together. My mom dated several men over the next ten years or so before she decided that the freedom of being single outweighed anything she had when she was with someone, and stopped dating once she hit 30.. My dad on the other hand, threw himself into his work. That’s not to say that he was never around, but growing up, IF he was dating someone, I never met them, until he introduced me to Jo. Jo was only 20 when my dad first met her and was the administrative assistant (or a secretary as they were called back then) for my dad’s boss, so he would have to talk to her whenever he wanted to see his boss. And I can only imagine that my dad was constantly making up reasons to “see his boss.” My dad was 12 years her senior, but you couldn’t really tell. My dad kept himself in great shape by playing in several sports leagues and working out almost every other day. Jo stood 5’5” and had milky white skin, light blue eyes (like a clear summer sky), and golden blonde hair that she kept cut short. She had slight freckling across the tops of her shoulders and chest, and across her upper cheeks and bridge of her nose. She was slender, but by no means skinny. She had what you would call “childbearing hips,” full thighs, and nice calves. The pièces de résistance though were her beautiful tits. And having to help out with a lot of the household chores like doing the laundry, I know that depending on the bra, she was either a C or D cup, and being only 20, they were GLORIOUS.. My dad and Jo began dating almost immediately after they met and were married almost two years later. Within the first three years of marriage, my dad and Jo had two kids, my brother John and my sister Nichole. Two kids did cause some changes to Jo’s body. Her hips were a little wider and her breasts no longer defied gravity. But in my opinion, this just made her even more sexy. Now she had an even more exaggerated hourglass figure, and even though her breasts sagged a little, they were still plenty full, and filled out any top she wore. Being an administrative assistant at a corporate office meant that during the work week Jo was always dressed in business formal attire. That usually meant a nice skirt, blouse (sometimes with a jacket), nylons, and high heels. And even though this attire was meant to be professional and conservative, Jo’s natural curves had a way of making anything look super sexy. Being in HS already, my horny ass friends were constantly commenting about my “hot step mom,” asking if I had ever seen her nude, or telling me what they would like to do to her. And while I would rebuke their comments publicly, in my head, I couldn’t agree more. But now on to the story… Everyone remembers the day they find their dad’s porn stash. My dad always kept his inside his suitcase in his closet. He had a great collection of Penthouse, Hustler, and several VHS copies of all the classic adult titles like Deep Throat, Behind the Green Door, Devil in Miss Jones, etc. One of my favorites was Like A Virgin with Christy Canyon, I could watch those massive jugs bounce around all day. After meeting Jo and her wonderful breasts, I wondered if Jo’s looked just as nice when they were free. After Jo and my dad got married, she of course moved in, and that luggage set grew to two. I never thought to look inside her luggage, because there was still plenty of room in my dad’s, so why would he need to use hers to hide his porn. I am so glad that one day, curiosity got the better of me and I decided to look. At first all I found were a few publications, and I use that term loosely, because they looked like they were made on someone’s home computer. I pulled one out, and they were just page after page of personal ads, like you would find in the classified section of the newspaper. Some had pictures, most didn’t, but after reading a few, I realized they were singles or couples looking for other people to have sex with. My dad and step mom were swingers, and Jo went from a 10 to an 11 in my book. Then I noticed the VHS tape that was under the swinger mags. This one was unlike all the others in my dad’s collection, because there wasn’t a label on it. Maybe it was a “mixed tape” collection of his favorite scenes, or maybe he hadn’t gotten around to labeling it. Then I started connecting the dots: swinger mags and an unlabeled tape, could this really be what I thought it was. I quickly grabbed it and made my way to what we called the “computer room.” We called it the computer room, because, well, it’s where the computer was. But it also had a TV and VCR, our different gaming consoles, and where we would listen to music. I liked it because it gave me a great vantage point of the kitchen and dining room, so if I was “taking care of business,” I could make sure nobody walked in on me and avoid any embarrassing situations. I placed the unlabeled VHS tape in and pressed play. If anyone would have come home and chose that moment to walk into the room, they would have caught me with my jaw on the floor, because I couldn’t take my eyes off the TV. There was Jo, wearing a black lace corset, the kind that didn’t cover her breasts, black stockings, and black high heels. She was on all fours and there was some stranger pounding her from behind. Because the corset didn’t cover her breasts, they were free to bounce back and forth with the rhythm of her new friend and while they weren’t as big as Christy Canyons, they were much fuller and did flop around as much. The black color of her lingerie contrasted perfectly with her milky white skin, and I was instantly mesmerized. I watched for another few minutes before I realized I hadn’t once looked away to make sure that no one had come home. Luckily for me, I was still all alone. My eyes went back to the TV, Jo was still taking it doggy style, but then I started taking in everything on the screen. To my surprise, this was all taking place in the living room of our house, my step mom was getting fucked by another man in our own house. I was so entranced that I never heard the garage door opening. Fortunately, I didn’t have the volume up too loud, so when Jo walked in from the garage with my brother and sister, she didn’t hear the sounds of her getting fucked emanating from the TV. Jo yelled for me, asking for my help in bringing in groceries. I stopped the tape and turned off the TV, and made my way outside to help bring in the bags. As she reached into the trunk to grab the bags to hand them to me, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her ass. All I could see was that mystery man on the TV, pumping back and forth. The clapping sounds as her ass met him on each thrust, her small grunts as he bottomed out in her, and her periodic “...fuck me…” as she looked back at her lover. Eventually, we all sat down, had dinner, and while my folks washed the dishes, I was able to eject the tape and put it back where I found it. I knew I would never be able to look at Jo the same again, and I I knew that I needed to watch more of that tape and that I needed to be more diligent about leaving the tape EXACTLY how I found it. The next day, it was the same routine: I got home first and the house was all to myself. This time though, I went immediately for the swinger tape, but instead of hitting play right away, I rewound it first. I also made sure to zero out the counter on the VCR, that way I would know exactly where to leave the tape before I put it back. I kept the sound low in case I lost track of time or my surroundings again. The tape started with our empty living room, but after a few seconds, Jo walked in from behind the camera. There she was in her black corset, breasts free, black thigh high stockings, high heels, and black lace panties. She was smiling at the camera and then she said, “Hi, my name is Jo, my husband James is running the VCR, and I am here to fuck our new friend Steve.”. Then she walked back towards the camera and reached out her hand. As she stepped backwards, Steve came into frame. Steve was completely nude and stood at least 6’4”, the top of his head barely clearing the ceiling fan in our living room, he dwarfed Jo on screen. His flaccid penis was already 5 inches long and I could see that he was uncircumcised. He had a very lean, almost a pole vaulter or distance runner physique. He had messy sandy blonde hair, but appeared to be older, early to mid 40s if I had to guess, and white. Once they were both squarely in frame, Jo gently grabbed Steve by the waist and brought him in close. Steve responded by leaning in and planting a huge kiss on Jo’s lips. Jo responded by placing her arms completely around Steve and based on how their mouths were moving, I can only guess that their tongues were mingling as well. Without breaking their kiss, Jo moved one hand to Steve’s chest, the other had made its way to his cock and was slowly stroking it. It didn’t take long before Steve reached full erection. Steve was definitely a shower and not a grower as he topped out around 7-8 inches. He wasn’t very thick, but I’m sure his length made up for his lack in girth. After a few minutes of dancing tongues and Jo stroking his cock, she broke their kiss and started placing small kisses on Steve’s neck. She slowly made her way down his chest, then to his abdomen, before she finally got down on her knees. She took Steve’s fully erect cock in her hands and held it in front of her face. She slowly stroked it with both hands, giving it a slight twist each time. Making sure not to miss any of the action, my dad zoomed in on Jo and Steve’s cock. Jo stopped stroking Steve’s cock and lifted it up. In once continuous motion, she licked from the underside base of his cock, all the way to the tip. Then, with a look of absolute hunger in her eyes, she kissed the head of Steve’s cock before parting her lips and taking him in her mouth. Jo couldn’t take all of it, but of the 5-6 inches that she could, she definitely did her best with it. You could see that she was really putting some suction into her work with the way her cheeks were puckered in and the popping sound she made whenever his cock fully left her mouth. Steve’s hands slowly made their way to the back of Jo’s head, and it slowly went from Jo giving him a blow job, to Steve face fucking Jo. A couple times, you could see Steve really thrust his hips forward when Jo was bobbing down, probably trying to get those last few inches down her throat, but Jo just couldn’t accommodate. She would gag briefly trying desperately to take Steve’s cock in her throat, but she must have been given those glorious tits to make up for her lack of deep throating skills. Steve continued to face fuck Jo for about another 5 minutes, but then he must have been getting close to cumming, cuz he quickly pulled his cock completely out of Jo’s mouth and bent over like he was just kicked in the nuts. Even though the camera was zoomed in on Jo’s face you could still hear Steve say to my day, “...goddamn James, your wife can suck a cock. But we’ll have to do something about that throat.” You could hear them both chuckle after Steve said that. Jo must have agreed because she cracked a smile herself and said, “I guess I need something large to practice with, what do you think hunny, a quick trip to the bookstore for a nice big throat stretcher?” The camera quickly pulled back out, and you could see Steve again, with his cock still fully erect, while everyone was having a quick laugh. They both quickly composed themselves, and Steve went back over to Jo and gave her another deep kiss, he then spun her around and started nibbling on her ear and kissing her neck. At the same time, his hands had found their way to her breasts. He began massaging them, first the left, then the right. You could see her nipples reacting to his touch as they were rock hard and fully at attention. You would have thought it was below freezing by how erect they were. Steve then pinched one of Jo’s nipples, and the cutest little squeak escaped from Jo’s lips. When he pinched the other one, all Jo could do was moan and bite down on her lip. “Yessssss...mmmmmm, that feels so good!” Steve must have known that Jo’s nipples were huge erogenous zones, because Jo started grinding her hips back into Steve. Steve’s erect cock was nestled between her ass cheeks, and Jo was stroking him again, only this time she was using her ass. As one hand continued to pinch and roll Jo’s nipples, the other one slowly made its way down her stomach, before disappearing into her lace panties. Once there, you could see that he was massaging her clit, using circular motions, but never sticking a finger inside. Between the nipple pinching and the attention Steve was playing to her clit, Jo was in ecstasy.. “Oh my god...don’t stop...right there!!!” “You like that don’t you Jo? I can tell because I don’t even have a finger inside you and your panties are already SOAKED!” Steve continued his assault on Jo’s nipples and her clit, and it didn’t take long before Jo couldn’t hold back any longer. After four “OH GODs,” Jo started shaking and Steve had to hold her up by her crotch as her legs gave way. There was my step mom, with some guy named Steve, holding her up by her pussy as she was convulsing in his arms. I had never seen a woman orgasm that intesley before, but it was amazing! Steve slowly lowered Jo to the ground, as her convulsions slowly dissipated. He turned to my dad who was still behind the camera and said: “Well that didn’t take too long, whattaya say we give her a few minutes to catch her breath?” My dad responded: “Absolutely, I still have plenty of tape left, and I promised my wife that she would get fucked by a new cock tonight, and I always keep my promises.” Anyone who has ever used those good old fashioned VCR camcorders knows the tell tale signs of when a tape is paused mid-recording and then starts up again. So I’m not sure how long of a break they took, but after the flicker, Steve was sitting on our couch sporting a semi-hard erection. Jo entered the screen and you could hear my dad say from behind the camera: “Hey babe, why don’t you give Steve a hand...or maybe a mouth. It looks like he isn’t ready for act two just yet.” Jo stepped in front of Steve and bent down at the waste and gave top of his shaft a kiss. When she did this, his cock reflexively jumped, and Jo gave out a quick, “oooooh.” She then place one hand on each of Steve’s thighs and slowly spread his legs so that she had room to drop down in front of him. Once his legs were spread, she got down on her knees at the edge of the couch and took his semi-erect cock in her mouth again. I hope you enjoyed my first story, the next one will pick up where we left Jo and Steve, getting ready for act two.

As much as I hated the thought of a low down cheater, I couldn’t help but think of myself as one right now. Actually I knew I was one because nothing else could explain my actions. Yeah, I was sitting here making out with one of the most decent, respectful guys I had ever met. We used to be inseparable until tragic things drew us apart. The bad thing about this was that my boyfriend didn’t have a clue. He didn’t know that I’ve been doing this for almost two weeks now. If he found out I knew I was going to face one of his many snaps. But I couldn’t stop how the only thing that was going on in my head was how damn good it felt. I wanted so bad for this boy to put my dick in his mouth and suck me off until I let my seed go free down his throat. I wanted to bend him over and shove all nine inches of myself into his virgin ass. I wanted to make him scream, and beg, and cry for mercy. I wanted to finally be the dominant one, and all the while I wouldn’t even think of my boyfriend. Damn, I was so twisted and caught between a rock and a hard place that all I wanted to do was give up and do what ever my body wanted. But where was that going to leave me? Wherever I was going to end up it didn’t matter because I was already in far too deep. I broke away form this kiss that was definitely leading to other things and smirked. I was definitely to deep in now or at least I soon would be. ...Six weeks earlier… “Hey Dawson get over here.” I looked over my shoulder and saw my boss waving his hand at me form behind the kitchen counter. I excused myself from the table that I was helping and walked through the small diner I’d been working at for a decent seven months now. “Yeah boss.” The tall, soccer coach looking man gestured for me to follow him to his back office. For the life of me I always wondered why Steve was a fast food restaurant owner. He looked like he was built enough under the jeans and white professional shirt he always wore and when he talked it seemed like he was way higher educated than a lot of owners in this town. I usually pictured him as a teacher and not because he seamed like he would make a great one. No, I used that imagination for my own fantasy and personal image to get off on. I continued following my boss, placing my ordering note pad in my pocket and pushing that image to the back of my mind. When we got into the small office my boss took a seat in the big chair behind his desk and waited until I took a seat. “So.” he began. “I’ve been hearing some complaints from some of the coworkers lately. And before you come to me with any kind of bullshit I just want to know are you satisfied with this job?” “Uh, yeah I am.” I eyed my boss, Steve, real closely as he seamed to be giving my answer a once over. “Well since that’s cleared up you got anything you want to clear off your slate?” I tried my best not to smirk because I felt like I had the upper hand all of a sudden. “Well sir now that you mention it-” Before I could finish what I had to say the wooden door to Steve’s office opened up and when I saw who stepped into the room I clenched my teeth together and tried to not ball up my fist. “Hey uncle you busy?” There he was. Ashton Reed in the flesh. To the high school we both attended Ashton was known as Mr. Popularity, the best football player on the entire team, a straight ‘A’ student and the boy with the smile that could charm all. To me he was just a dumb jock who was sitting up too high on his ego. The first time I met Ashton he was cool and everything. We budded heads right away. Then one day rumor started going around about how I was a queer and how I gave out blowjobs for free. Ashton immediately disowned me and became one of those assholes who had fun making fun of people “like me”. That was in the ninth grade and I still hated Ashton’s fake ass even three years latter. I watched now as Ashton walked all the way into the cramped office and greeted his uncle with a hand shake that turned into a quick hug. “How’s it going Ashton?” Steve said sitting back down. “Oh nothing I just wanted to know if you were busy cause I wanted to talk to you about something.” Suddenly four pair of eyes were on me. “You got anything else to say?” Steve asked me. Ashton smirked. “Charles I didn’t even see you there.” He gave me a look that held pity and disgust. It took every last fiber in my body not to knock that look off his face. “Naw boss I’m finished.” Without another word I left the office sending one more look at Ashton. I regretted it as soon as I did because the smile he was wearing made the still organ between my legs jump. I rushed into the employee bathroom and stood there with my back up against the door just trying to calm my nerves down a bit. There was another reason why I hated Ashton. He always seemed to get under my skin making my body react to him against my will. As much as I hated the six foot three inch blonde, I wanted to have my way with him. I definitely wanted to make him feel every single bit of pain he put my body through when I would have endless orgasms over him. Before I could stop myself I felt my hand inching its way towards the zipper of my pants. Minutes later I was in one of the bathroom stalls leaning over the toilet as I felt that outrageous peak drawing in. I squeezed my eyes shut and moved my hand faster up and down my dick. Just knowing that anyone could walk in and catch me made my orgasm reach me faster. I hadn’t notice until I heard my voice echoing off the walls that I was whispering Ashton’s name. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I finally released. A few seconds passed as the aftershocks subdued. “Damn!” I cursed. I had to stop letting that ass do this to me. I was being a fucking fool coming continuously over him. After I was done cleaning myself up and fixing my pants back to their normal position I stepped out of the stall. I washed my hands all the while looking up at the clock that hung up on the wall. My shift would be over in another half an hour or so which meant all I would have to do is probably take a few more orders or clean some tables. The end of my shift came soon and then I was gone switching my position over to Brandi. I left the diner after pulling on my hoodie. I looked at the time on my watch and began to hurry my pace. If I could make it to the bus stop in another four minutes I’d get home by seven thirty and at least spend a hour on my homework. “Hey Dawson.” I didn’t slow my pace down but I did turn to see Ashton following me in his jeep. He was driving at my speed close to the sidewalk. “What.” I answered flatly. “You need a ride?” “No!” “Why you gotta be so harsh? I’m just trying to help you out.” I smirked and stopped to look at Ash. “When have you ever wanted to help me out. Is this some type of prank? Is someone videotaping this right now?” Just then I saw the bus that I needed to catch coming down the street too quickly. Without hesitation I crossed the street not even looking to see if traffic was coming. I reached the opposite sidewalk, without getting hit thank god, and started running but even from where I was I knew I wasn’t going to reach to the bus in time. Instead I stopped, placed my hands on my knees, tried to catch my breath, and just starred at my ride home in astonishment until it had passed me and was already becoming a dot down the street. “Dawson?” I turned just in time to see Ashton finishing his U-turn. He pulled up in front of me and leaned over into the passenger side seat opening up the door. “Just get in.” I eyed him cautiously as I took a seat in his deep blue jeep. Me and Ashton never were on good terms. After what he did to me based on false truth I hated him for it. “So do you still live at your dads?” Every urge in my body told me not to reach over and hit him. I remembered how I was teased about living in a house all alone with my dad being a queer and all. I think it was that very reason why my dad and I grew apart. “No I live with my mom. Just make a left at the next light.” The drive was quiet except for me telling Ash how to get to my house. The radio in his car wasn’t working which made the moment even more awkward. “You know what I was just thinking about?” “You’re going to tell me anyway.” “Don’t be smart Dawson.” I ignored his comment and peered out the window as he continued. “You remember how we were all cool and everything in ninth grade. We stop being cool for a dumb reason you know?” I cussed my teeth. “You really don’t remember how you fed into rumors and then disowned me because you believed them. I sure enough remember because I was teased about it every fucking day.” It was quiet for a while. “I remember that but-” “What’s the whole point of going back down memory lane? What’s done is done.” “What’s with the attitude man?” “Look can you just let me out. I’ll walk the rest of the way.” Ashton pulled over to the nearest curb. Thank God it was only a mere four blocks from my house. I stepped out of his jeep and slammed the door closed. As I was walking I heard Ashton calling out behind me. “You know what Dawson? Those rumors must have been true. You get so pissed of like a queer does. I wonder what else is true that I heard about you. You want me to go down the list?” That was it. I turned around and rushed to the drivers side door, opened it, took a handful of Ash’s shirt and yanked him out of his jeep. I don’t know how I did it because any test would show that Ash was clearly stronger than me. I pulled Ashton over to the front of his hood and shoved him into it. I followed up with a quick right that caught him in the jaw. What surprised me more than my strength was seeing him smile. “You punch like a queer too.” That was clearly permission to hit him again but before I could he grabbed onto my arm and quickly twisted it behind my back. He changed our positions and I was now face down into his jeep’s hood while he stood behind me still holding my arm. “Let go!” “Are you going to cry!” he pulled on my hand some more. I gritted my teeth and tried to restrain from screaming. “I said are you going to cry?! Or better yet why don’t you scream for me.” he pulled on my arm again and this time he won a scream from me. “I knew you would scream. You submit too easy.” he let my arm go and backed away from me about three inches or so. I grabbed onto my right shoulder and turned to give Ash one of the most revengeful looks I’ve ever dealt. “Go ahead and say something.” he said just brushing the look I gave him away. “What the fuck was that for? You almost broke my arm.” “Stop bitching. I wasn’t going to brake anything. You would have known if I was trying to break your arm.” It took me a minute to realize if I said anything else to him he’d just be enjoying the show. I shook my head feeling some type of pity for him and just before I was about to turn around he said, “Look at you about to just turn away and do nothing. That’s the real reason why we stop being cool. You act too much like a little punk and you don’t defend yourself.” I don’t know why hearing him say that hurt me just a little. “I do defend myself-” I stopped before I said anymore. I was letting him get to me too much now then he‘d ever did in the past three years. “You defend yourself huh? Well defend yourself now.” he deleted the space between us and rapped his arms around my waist. The movement was too quick before I could witness what Ash was doing and then led to his lips were on mine in less than a second. The kiss was rough and possessive and even though I didn’t want to, I broke away from it. “Come on Dawson. Defend yourself and stop me form doing what I’m doing.” he pushed me up against his car and pressed our bodies closer together. I felt the bulge in the front of his jeans on my thigh and it suddenly became too hard for me to swallow. I couldn’t use my right arm because my shoulder still hurt so I tried pushing Ash away with my left. It didn’t work out too well. “Get the hell off of me Ash.” “Or what? What you gonna to do?” I was trying to push him away and then again I was trying to ignore how hard I was getting from the massage he was giving me by grinding hips into mine. “You like that don’t you?” he smiled and before I could say anything his hands were suddenly in my jeans and soon flesh was touching flesh. I couldn’t help the moan that passed my lips. “I knew you’d like that.” he leaned into me so that his mouth was right next to my ear. “I heard you in the employee bathroom earlier. You didn’t even realize that I was in there with you just listening to you call out my name.” “Asshole.” He squeezed my dick and made me jump. “Now there is no reason for name calling. I ain’t none of those pussy’s you hang around with.” “Get the hell off of me.” I said shoving him again. Ash got off of me but he didn’t let me go completely. He grabbed me by the front of my shirt and kept shoving me backwards until I was thrown into his back seat. He let go of me then so he could pull his keys out of the ignition and then everything after that happened so fast. He slipped into the back seat beside me and before I could slip out of the other door he gripped me up. We wrestled a bit until I was face down into the seat with my ass was up in the air. “Dawson I’m a give you a night you’ll never forget. Enjoy it.” he pulled my pants halfway down my legs so that they stopped at my knees. I wasn’t expecting the first slap on my ass so it hurt even more. The next seven or eight slaps he gave me were real hard and my ass was burning. He gripped one soft orb in the palm of his hand and squeezed. “You’re enjoying this aren’t you?” Hell yes I was but I’d never let him know that. “Fuck you.” “Now see I told you about the cursing.” A sharp pain reached my back as I felt Ash’s finger plunge into me. “I told you I wasn’t one of those pussy’s you hang out with.” he stuck another finger in me and I just about cursed again. His finger took no mercy on me as he pressed into me fully to the knuckle and then back out in a pace that had my toes curling. I could hear my heart beating in my ears by the time Ash had added another finger in me. I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to cum. When I reached to touch myself Ash grabbed a handful of my hair with his free hand. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” he took his fingers out of me and pulled me up so that my back was against his strong chest. “Do something without my permission again and you’ll regret it.” I wanted so bad to tell him off but everything he was doing to me right now was what I wanted. I still hated him because he always had some type of control over my body. When we were younger, in the employees bathroom, and even now. He let me go and I could hear Ash removing his clothing. I turned around just as he finished removing his dark green T. He sat down holding his massive erection in his hand obviously confident in being fully naked in front of me. I couldn’t stop my eyes from roaming over the fully engorged item that seemed to beckon to me. I’d give him about ten inches. “Take your clothes off.” he said with a smile on his face but eyes fully coated with lust. Was he lusting for me or was it just a quick fuck he wanted? I obeyed like a little fucking dog and was fully naked in under a minute. Ash reached out and wrapped a hand around the back of my neck. He led me to his thick erection and I did what I knew he wanted… what I wanted. At first touch, when there was a connection with my tongue, Ash jerked in my mouth. I enveloped him in halfway and sucked in slow strokes. His member was smooth in my mouth and I could hear my once close friend moan as I started in a fast pace. “Hurry that shit up.” he urged, his voice breaking. I took a couple more inches in my mouth until I could feel the tip of his dick in the back of my throat and his hot cum trickling down my throat. “Mmm, Dawson your mouth is so hot.” I liked hearing his words of ecstasy so I began to move a little faster. I swallowed him completely as I pulled on his balls. I played with the soft skin and tugged until I felt Ash jerk up. “Yeah do that shit.” he moaned pushing his hips up in a fast rhythm. I relaxed some more so I could make the feeling for Ash better. I’ve only dreamt about this day so I was going to make it last as long and feel as good as possible. I licked my way to the top of Ash’s dick and teased the tip of it. I listened to his grunts and felt him shake under the influence of my mouth. “Don’t tease me Dawson.” I would have stopped but I knew he fucking liked it. I took his massive tip in my mouth and sucked him in deep strokes. I pulled away with a suction sound filling the jeep. I used the tip of my tongue and lapped at the most sensitive side on Ash’s dick and knew my action would send him overtop. “Shit!” he cursed out. Suddenly I was laying flat on my back and Ash had my legs spread wide apart. “I don’t like to be fucking teased.” he pushed his finger in my ass. I moaned. “Yes the hell you do.” Ash removed his finger, replaced it with two more and at the same time I felt his mouth surround me. Instantly I arched my back as he swallowed me whole. I ran my fingers in his hair and tugged. “Oh Ash your-“ I was cut off as his finger touched a sensitive spot in my ass. “Shit!” I could feel my balls tightening and that incredible shiver that ran down my spine as I was coming closer to my peak. Strong fingers continued pumping in and out of me over and over and the warmth of Ash’s mouth continued to draw me in. And then I felt myself finally coming or at least I was until Ash pulled away. “No don’t stop.” I opened my eyes and saw him smirking down at me. “You don’t like being teased do you.” I rolled my eyes. “You’re not teasing you’re torturing.” Ash bent down so that I could smell his dominant, sweet scent. He bit my bottom lip which made me arch my body into his. He used the leverage to push into me a little and then come back out. “How about I fucking tease you then. You like that?” He kept entering me a little bit and then leaving again. He rubbed his dick against mine and then went back to the teasing. I tried to push myself up on his cock but he moved away. “Beg for it.” “Fuck no!” the cuss slipped out before I could catch it and was immediately followed up by Ashton’s fist. He hit me square in the mouth and I could already start to taste metal. I looked at him like he was possessed. “I’m not going to keep repeating myself to you Dawson.” He placed my dick in his hand and began pumping the shit out of me. If I was going to get mad at him before I wasn’t going to now but I wouldn’t forget him hitting me. His thumb ever so slightly rubbed over the head of my dick and I couldn’t swallow the moans leaving my throat. “Now beg for me D cause you know you want to.” It felt too good for me to not comply. I could tell him that I didn’t want to do this any more but he‘d know I was lying. I could beg but than I’m sure I’d never hear the last of it… “Please.” “Say it louder.” He was messing around with me now. “Please!” He pushed into me a little further than before. “Tell me what you want.” I could feel the head of his dick digging further into me and it hurt but in a good way. If he wanted to hear me beg than I wanted him to give me a night I’d never forget just like he promised. I grabbed either side of the seat and moaned out, “I want your ten inch dick in me. Please.” Ash lunged into me without warning. I screamed my lungs out because the pain mixed with pleasure was so damn good. Believe it or not after all the times I was called queer and gay, I was still a virgin. He moved all the way out of me and then slammed his way into me again. He covered my mouth with one of his hands as he came down to whisper in my ear. “I’m actually eleven inches. Don’t ever get it wrong again.” After that he pounded in me leaving no mercy for my tight hole. I was moaning so loud but I couldn’t stop. “Ash please give me time to adjust. Oh god… mmm!” Ashton kept reminding me to shut up since his hand was doing little to cover up my moans. He pushed further and further in me again and again pushing my legs as far back as they could go. I was going to pull a damn mussel if he didn’t let me go. But I wouldn’t dare ask him to because he was so deep in me hitting the spot that no one ever hit before. “Shit I cant believe your ass is so fucking tight.” I reached down and grabbed my throbbing erection and as soon as I did Ashton stopped. A fiery grip was at my hair pulling hard enough to make my scalp hurt before I could register what was going to happen next. “What did I tell you?” When I didn’t answer he pulled out of me and yanked me up. I wasn’t taking being Ash’s bitch boy too well but I’d be a damn idiot to go up against him while I was both naked and weaker. “Didn’t I say if you did something without my permission you’d regret it.” I shook my head as much as I could with his grip still on me. “And?” I swallowed hard and said, “I’m sorry.” I hated the fact that he was smirking now. He let my hair go and put his arms around my waist. “Good boy. Now turn around so I can accept your apology.” I did as he said and spread my legs wide so I could open up more to his thick meat. He set firm grips on both of my hips before he entered me. He was going slower than before and I was sure he was tormenting me. My erection kept moving up against the back of the seat not making the resistance to touch myself any easier. So I did what I knew Ashton wanted… I begged. “Please Ash.” I couldn’t see his face but I knew he was smiling. His lips were at my ear just then, kissing and sucking on my ear lobe. “D, you know just what I want to hear.” he pushed into me fast and quick with the same rhythm he was using to jerk me off. I plunged my head back and it landed on Ash’s shoulder. Small shivers ran through my body as he used his tongue to play small circles on my neck. He kept sucking in the same spot, drawing blood to that one area under my skin to the point where I knew he would leave a mark there. Ash shifted behind me now and rocked his hips back and forth furiously making sweaty skin smack up against one another. My knuckles went pale as I balled my fist up feeling that same tight spasm in my stomach. “Ash…” I could barely talk nor hear myself from the continuous smack of his thighs up against mine. “Ash I need to come.” “Oh no baby.” he grabbed my hips and continued his assault. “You come when I say you can. Remember what I said before? You don’t do shit until I say so. You got that?” I answered him back with a quick ‘yes’ that barely made it passed my clenched teeth. My head started pounding as I realized I was holding my breath and trying so hard not to let go. Ash slowed down his pace. He pulled out of me and then thrust back into me. A single tear rolled down the side of my face as I fought for restraint. “You ready…” He didn’t even finish his question before I was answering and pleading at the same time. Ashton’s thumb on the head of my throbbing dick almost threw me over. He did one long stroke down my nine inch and then a slower stroke up. “Go ahead D. Come for me.” I did and it felt so fucking good. Waves after waves hit me as I stimulated what could have been the best damn orgasm I ever had. “Aww shit I’m fucking coming D!” I clenched me ass hole around Ash’s dick and felt him send a load straight up in me. The aftershock was amazing. I felt sensation run from the tips of my white knuckles to my curled toes. We stayed in the same position for a while until Ash pulled out of me and landed on the seat beside me. After another minute or so he started putting his clothes on. He threw me mine before getting out of the jeep only to return but in the front seat. I pulled my shirt over my head and by the time we had pulled up to my house I was fully dressed. I stayed in the back seat of his jeep just thinking about what the hell just happened. Ash’s voice pulled me away from my thoughts. “Hey Dawson you gonna step out of my jeep?” I looked to the drivers seat trying to read his face. There was nothing there which wasn’t something so hard to believe. After what just happened his first words to me sounded a little annoyed and already bored. I stepped out of his jeep but before I closed the door Ash said something else. “You’re not gonna say goodnight?” I looked at him like he was high or something. “You know what?” he asked before I could speak. “Don’t worry about. I just have to teach you some manners now.” he smiled. I shut the jeep door and spoke through the window mad now knowing I was in one of Ash’s many webs. “What the fuck does that mean?” Again I slipped and cussed but who gave a damn now. Ash and I both got what we wanted so that meant I didn’t have to follow what he had to say anymore. I watched him though to see if he was going to make a move to get out of his car. Instead he just smirked. His smirk turned into laughter which upset me more because I didn’t know what was so funny. “You better have a good apology when I see you next time D, and that shit better be convincing or else.” He drove off then leaving me more furious with him than I was before. Oh I had his apology and if he tried to touch me again I was… what the hell was I going to do? Submit like I did a while ago. If only it weren’t that easy. As I headed into my house sudden realization hit me. Ashton had been my FIRST. For once in my life I prayed that I would not always remember my first like people always said they did.

I know I am going to have to start somewhere. I really like the film 'Fantastic Mr. Fox' so I will be using my two favorite characters names for this story. All events in this story are true apart from names and locations to keep my identity a secret. In Australia the weather here gets rather hot in summer. During summer you are either down at the beach or at the local pool. For me it began at the beach. I was down at the beach with a few mates one day after work. The beach was a fair way from any town. We all had our surfboards and we all had our towels and whatnot. I have never been physically attractive nor have I ever been in top condition regarding my health. I was chubby but not overweight, I had a fairly decent amount of upper body strength. When we initially arrived at the beach, I spotted some hot girls that were sunbathing to the left of where the cars were parked. One of my friends, lets call him Matt, was built like a Spartan Soldier, with rock hards abs and muscles to go along. When he and I exited the car these girls that were sunbathing seen us arrive. Matt had already put on his wetsuit before we got to the beach, so all he had to do was get out, get his board and go. Me on the other hand was ill prepared. As Matt ran down the beach to his favorite spot, all of the girls, four to be exact, were all looking at him apart from one. This girl with long blonde hair, a light see through dress with a bikini on underneath was looking at me. Like I said before, I wasn't built like a God. I had no abs, I had no pecs or any decent bulging muscles. I was just a tad chubby. This girl was eying me off, I could tell. I noticed her and looked her directly in the eye, she noticed and we stared at each other for around a minute or so before I got my board and started to head out. Decent waves, wind was crap and swell was shit. As Matt and I headed in, our other friends, Steve and Aaron arrived. We greeted and they suited up. I grabbed a quick drink while the others ran off into the water. As I headed back out, I heard this voice in the back of me head, "Just look in her direction you twit", I did and to my surprise she was staring at me. This time she had no dress, only a black bikini with red highlights on. I waved a friendly gesture at her and she replied by doing the same. I stopped dead in my tracks while walking, "What harm would it do to go over and say 'Hi?'". "Fuck it" I said openly. As I walked over, the girls huddled in and giggled to themselves, all but the one staring at me. "Hi girls! Lovely day isn't it?!" "Yeah it's pretty good." Girl number one said. "Out here to check out us guys eh?" I asked jokingly. "Only the good looking ones", in a very hypocritical way. This was clearly aimed at me not being in the best of shape. Upon getting closer to them, I got a good look at her. Long blonde hair, golden glowing skin, long legs which also had a nice tan. I tried to estimate her breast size without making it too obvious I was looking there. My guess was D? Maybe even DD. "See something you like?", girl number 3 snarled. She'd obviously noticed me looking at 'her' and tried to make it obvious I was a pervert "Lay off him, he's only being nice!", she said. My god! Her voice! It was so sweet and so innocent. I could tell she was trying to defend me looking at her breasts. "I'm so sorry! It's just that they caught my attention! I am a male after all!", I promptly stated. The whole time saying that I never broke eye contact with her. "I'm Agnes, and you are?", she said with the cutest smile. "Uhhh I'm Ash! Pleased to make your acquaintance, M' Dear Lady.", I tried to sound as smooth as possible. Agnes sat at there smiling at me while the rest of the girls looked at each other, trying to understand what I what I had just said. There was an instant spark between Agnes and I. I never broke eye contact with her for the next 5 minutes I stood there with them. Board under one arm and my other hand behind my back. We talked for a while before I stated that I should probably get back in the water. "Wait!" Agnes protested! She jumped up and ran up to me. She leaned in close to my ear and whispered "When you get back to your friends car, there will be something waiting for you.", which she said in the sexiest voice i've ever heard. My mind ran rampant thinking what I could come back to find. I securely tucked my board under my arm and ran off into the water. I ran because my dick was starting to stir at the thought of what I might find when I get back! After another hour or so of surf, all of us guys headed in and started to finish up. I ran back to the car, hoping to find a piece of paper with her number or at least a photo of some sort. I peered into the car to see something scrunched up in my seat. I reached in and grabbed what seemed to be a bikini bottom, absolutely soaked at the crotch area. All of the other guys were pre occupied by something. Without putting my nose near it I smelt pussy juices. My dick stood hard at attention which was difficult in a wetsuit. I looked over at her to see her in her dress again, staring back. I raised the bikini bottom to my nose and sniffed. She looked at me and winked. I felt a folded piece of paper inside of the bikini. I opened it to read "I noticed you staring :) Maybe we can catch up in ten behind somewhere?" It was about 4 O' Clock and everyone at the beach was pretty relaxed and chilled. I looked over at her and gestured her to come over here. She got up slowly, facing her finely shaped ass towards me, giving me a clear view of her pink slit. She walked over quickly. I scanned my surroundings quickly. There was a small shack just further towards the road. I could see how to easily break in, I was a little rebel you see. When she got to me, I said "I'll meet you by the shack over there in 10?" She didn't say a word and started walking towards the shack. "How eager is this girl to get fucked?" I thought to myself. My friends arrived and made themselves useful by preparing a small change area at the back of the car. I had changed into some spare shorts and singlet I had brought with me. I said to the guys I was going over to the shack to check it out and maybe check it out. They seemed chill, they agreed they would head into town and grab some fish and chips and come back here. "Perfect!" I thought. They all changed, got Matts car and headed off. As soon as they were on asphalt, I legged it to the shack. I peered over my shoulder to look back at the other girls and to my surprise they seemed they couldn't care less of what was about to happen. I peered inside to find Agnes inside the bedroom. The shack was recently renovated. It looked like it was furnished last week. I peered inside the bedroom to see Agnes spread eagle on the bed. The window was open so a slow but cool breeze ran through the room. I climbed onto the bed. Kissing her neck at first, I slowly worked my way down to her tits. I yanked off the bikini top which made a snapping noise which made her jump. I sucked on her tits furiously, and I mean furiously. I moved my way down to her pink pussy. I grabbed both nipples with each hand and started playing with them while I slowly started to eat her out. Slow at first, I sped up to a fast pace. By this time she was bucking on my face and was moaning excitedly. Her pussy tasted sweet and bitter at the same time. My dick was as hard as stone by this point. I considered myself above average, considering I was packing 7 inches which hooked to the left. I stripped off my clothes and positioned myself above her and nearly started when she grabbed my dick, pushed me back started giving me the best blow job of my life. I was on the verge of cumming when she looked at me and kissed my dick and winked at me at the same time. That was enough to make me shoot seven to eight large shots all over her face. She stayed still for a moment, dick still in hand before she cleaned her face with the bed sheets. I positioned myself above her for the missionary position. She stopped me and said "How about we try something I've always wanted to do?" "Sure", I agreed without thought. She positioned herself so that her ass was up in the air with her head drooping off the side of the bed. I kneeled on the bed and started to fuck her, slow at first, but within 30 seconds I was at race car pace. She looked at me and bit her lip, not moaning even a tiny bit. I thought to myself, "Damn, I know how to make you scream." I stopped fucking her. She started to look up at me when I instantly kicked back into action, fucking her harder and faster than before. She instantly let out a massive moan followed by her continuously saying "fuck fuck fuck Fuck Fuck FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK". We fucked in that position for about 10 minutes before I nearly came. I stopped and took a quick breather. Her eyes were filled with lust by that point. I told her if she lay on her side, I could fuck her in the pussy kneeling. I figured the way that my dick bent slightly, I would be ramming her clitoris and fucking her g spot as well. As soon as I stuck my dick in her, she let out an almighty moan followed by more "fuck"s. My dick at this point was still harder than granite which helped us both achieve orgasm pretty quickly. We came simultaneously. We lay on the bed, naked, covered in sweat. She said to me "I'm pretty sure you feel the same way about me as I do about you". "And what's that?" I pleaded. "That we want to be in a relationship, were we have sex, make out, go to movies, meet the other persons parents, have sex some more, not at the parents place obviously." She had a type of humor I liked, dirty but yet still funny. "So basically boyfriend and girlfriend? Sounds good." As soon as I had finished talking, she grabbed my dick and started stroking it. "Oh and don't worry, I'm on the pill.", which she then said. To this day I am still going out with this amazing lady, the love of my life. We're not married, but we plan to be. We fuck almost every night, apart from that time of the month, amirite?