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Third Date

By: crazyinohio



I had met Lisa through an internet dating service. We had already gone out on two dates, each one ending in some really kinky sex. On our first date she had licked my asshole. On our second date, I had eaten my come out of her pussy. On the third date, I was hoping for a chance to fuck her sweet ass. 

Two days after our second date, I stopped by Lisa's house. We decided not to go out, but stay in and watch some dvd's. I had brought over a couple mainstream movies, but Lisa said she had some of her own she said we should watch.

Lisa put the her dvd in and it was a title I had never heard of before. As the action started to unfold I could scarcely believe my eyes. On the screen was a man, on all fours, being anally penetrated by a woman with a dildo strapped to her waist. I was going to ask Lisa to turn it off, but I changed my mind when she started rubbing my dick through my jeans.

"This video makes me hot. What about you?" she asked.

"I'm not so sure."

"I think you cock is making a liar out of you," she said as unbuckled and unzipped my pants. As soon as my cock was free she began to suck on it. "Watch the movie, honey, and let me suck you."

"Lisa, I don't really want that for me," I tried to explain.

"I think you'll enjoy it. Look, if you don't like it, I'll stop. And if you do like it, I let you fuck my ass, OK?" she said. "Please, honey?"

Sheepishly, I nodded and she jumped up.

"Now get your ass to the bedroom, big boy, we've got some serious fucking to do."

I was like putty in her hands. I didn't want to, but the thought of fucking her ass was too much. And maybe this wouldn't be so bad...

"Get the rest your clothes off and get on bed, on your knees and ass up," she ordered.

I did as I was instructed and soon felt her hand on my ass. "I'm going to enjoy fucking this virgin ass." Involuntarily, I shuddered. "Don't be afraid, I'll gentle."

I felt her hot breath between my cheeks and she slowly began to lick around my asshole. I have to admit that this felt really good. Then she moved her tongue away and replaced it with a slick finger, all lubed up and ready to go. For a few minutes she worked that finger in and out of my ass. I felt I could take more and told her, "Try two fingers, Lisa."

She laughed, called me a horny slut, and brought another finger to my ass. Two was soon replaced with three fingers. And it didn't feel bad at all.

"Now, baby, I think your ready. But first, you need to kiss the cock that's going to fuck you." She brought her strap-on dildo around and stuck it in my face. It was about six inches long and looked like a real cock. "C'mon baby, kiss it." I couldn't refuse her and kissed its tip. Then suddenly she pulled my hair and when I opened my mouth to scream she shoved the dildo down my throat.

I was shocked. I wasn't expecting rough sex like this, especially at my expense.

"Nice and wet, we're ready to go," she said as she moved behind me. I felt its tip hit the outer ring of my asshole. Slowly, she pushed until finally head of the cock was inside. My ass was burning and I sweat pour off my brow. Moving slowly still, she worked more and more of it in my ass. When it would go in no further, she began fucking me, moving in and out, slowly at first, but then she picked up speed.

"I'm fucking your ass. I'm fucking your tight virgin ass," Lisa screamed as the other side of her dildo rubbed up against her clit. "You fucking whore. You fucking tight ass whore!"

She was fucking me hard and I had tears in my eyese.

She came violently and pulled the dildo out of my ass. I collapsed on my stomach, my ass still gaping. I hadn't come, but my cock was very hard. 

"That was, uh, strange," I told her as she laid beside me.

"I'm sorry. I never should have done that to you," and she began to softly cry.

"Don't worry about me, I'm Ok, it's just my butt's a little sore," I joked.

She laughed a little and said, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For letting me do that to you. I've never had a boyfriend that would let me fuck his ass before," she said. "You see, when I was a teenager, I was assaulted like that by my brother's best friend. It's kind of like my revenge, but at the same time, it really gets me going. I guess I'm just fucked up."

"So you taking my ass was kind of like therapy."

"Yes, I hope you don't mind. I'll let you do my ass now." "Maybe next time, my ass is really sore and that's about all I can feel right now," I said.

"I'm so sorry, really. I'll make it up to you next time, Ok?"

I thought to myself that maybe there shouldn't be a next time, but I knew there would be. Something about this girl kept bringing me back.

Third Date



I smiled at him from across the table. His eyes crinkled a bit as he smiled back, lifting his wine glass and letting the blood red liquid slide past his lips. The sounds of one of the three tenors singing 'O Sole Mio' in a low buzz through the speakers in the quaint Italian restaurant we now sat in.

It was picture perfect, ivy and columns, red checkered floor length tablecloths, the smell of garlic wafting in the air around us. The lights dimmed to add to the romantic feel of the place. 

It was our third date, the first two went very well, so well that tonight I wouldn't be satisfied with the heated kisses I'd got on the previous two, no tonight I wanted much more.

We talked, flirted, our hands touching our knees rubbing against each others under the table. As he spoke to me, my eyes kept dropping to his full lips, my nipples hardened when he darted his tongue out and licked them slowly, seeming to notice my fascination.

He slipped out from his side of the booth and moved to sit next to me, shutting me in the corner with his large frame, I turned in my seat slightly as he leaned in and gently brushed his lips against mine.

I moaned low as his soft tongue traced along the seam of my lips and he deepened the kiss. My hand fell to his thigh as he stealthily pinched one of my very hard and very noticeable nipples through the thin material of my black cocktail dress.

I sucked in my breath and moved my hand slowly higher, running my fingertips over the outline of his cock through his dress pants. I heard his sharp intake of breath as my fingers moved up and down his shaft. He broke the kiss and looked over his shoulder at the half full restaurant, then back at me, lifting his hips a bit and pushing his cock against my hand.

"God you're killing me," he spoke low in my ear, hot breath teasing over my neck, "I don't know if I can make it through dinner." He bit at the base my neck lightly, making every one of my erogenous zones come to attention, My pussy pulsed as a very naughty thought crossed my mind.

I glanced around, making sure no one was looking and being braver than I felt at that moment, I took my napkin out of my glass and dropped it between my feet on the floor.

"Oh... excuse me, I dropped my napkin."

I smiled wickedly as I slipped under the long table cloth to retrieve it.

He watched me go, apparently not thinking anything of it until I placed my hands on his thighs and moved between them under the cover of the table.

My hands moved higher and I tugged at the zip on his pants. 

"What are you...?" he hissed at me from above, "Oh God."

The words escaped his mouth as my hand wrapped around his hard shaft and began to slide slowly up and down. His body sank a little lower under the table and I head a low moan escape his lips as I moved in the small space and flicked my tongue over the now purple pulsing head of his very hard cock. 

He didn't fight me at all but his cock jumped against my tongue, 'So he likes a little danger' the though passed through my head as I realized that my pussy was practically dripping in anticipation.

I thanked the owners for the high tables as I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock and slowly slide his entire length into my hot wet mouth. I moaned low as I tasted for the first time his excitement, seeping slowly from the small slit at the top.  

I swirled my tongue around him, licking him from base to tip. I snaked a hand into the open zip and squeezed his balls, rolling them with my fingers as I ran my lips up and down his shaft.

He coughed, stifling a moan as his hips worked slowly, barely noticeably with my mouth, pushing his cock in and out. I gagged a bit as the head entered my throat, then I slowly pulled back letting my bottom teeth scrape along his length.

I heard him speaking above me and I stopped, his cock lodged in my mouth as I realized that the waiter was there to take our order. I slide him slowly from my mouth, sucking hard, giving him a light bite on the tip and started to slowly stroke his wet shiny shaft in my hand, chuckling low as he tried to speak in a normal tone and order our dinner.

"She's just in the ladies room, you know how women are. Ill order for both of us" I heard him say to the waiter then he ordered our cannelloni, 

"But I think.." I released him fully from his pants and began to lick his balls, sucking them into my mouth as my hand slipped up and down,

"But I think...Oh god... you should make that to go." 

I sucked him back into my mouth, bobbing my head a little faster, swirling my tongue over his length as my lips moved up and down, locked tight around him.

"Ahem...Mmm...No I'm fine thank you, just a little sore from the gym earlier."

He leaned back even more when the waiter finally left, his hand twisting in my long hair, guiding my lips as I brought him closer and closer. His breathing was pretty rapid as I took his entire length into my mouth again and again until I knew he was right there. I squeezed his balls as his cock jumped between my lips, pulsed as his fist almost painfully knotted in my hair my hair, his hips still barely moving while his cock emptied into my hot wet mouth.

"Oh fuck" I heard him hiss as his salty sweet offering hit my tongue. I sucked every last drop as he pulsed between my lips. His hand loosened in my hair and he spoke quietly,

"Get up here, quick! Before the waiter comes back!"

I picked up my napkin and slid back into the booth seat next to him, opening my mouth slightly to show him the last bit of his come on my tongue before I swallowed it.

"Oh Jesus fucking Christ woman," he raked a hand through his short brown hair, "that was fucking incredible."

I smiled as he zipped up his fly, adjusting and composing himself.

"Ill be right back, I need to go to the bathroom," I smiled at him, "You know us women."

I slipped into a stall in the ladies and took a deep breath. God I was horny as hell! His cock was beautiful. I licked my lips as I remembered the feeling of the satiny skin running over my lips, the faint taste of his come still on my tongue as I slipped my hand between my thighs. 

My pussy was swollen and sensitive, my special third date black lacey thong was soaked through; I pulled it down my legs and slipped it into my purse. Then stepped out and checked myself before returning to the table.

I smiled at the 'to-go' containers on the table and his look of impatience as he watched me walk toward him.

I smiled as he stood, lifting the food and leaning close enough for only me to hear, 

"I need you, now...we can eat this later."

I just grinned as he took my arm and led me out; He hailed a cab and piled us into the backseat when one stopped.

"Oh I have something for you." I said non chalantly and reached into my purse, hanging him my soaking wet thong.

He looked down, a little confused and held them up, only to immediately bunch then into a ball in his fist. 

"Oh fuck me, they are soaked" He glanced down, then back up to my face, I nodded my head, assuring him that they were mine and letting him know that under the dress I was naked and very, very ready. He brought his hand to his nose and breathed deep, 

"Mmmm delicious..." He looked at me like a man starving and I was a 5 course meal, "I can't wait to taste you."

My pussy clenched and I turned toward him a bit, glancing at the driver of the cab and sliding my legs open. His eyes were peeled as I showed him myself. I pulled my dress up, inch by inch until he could see all of my mostly shaved and shining wet sex framed by the black garter belt and stockings I wore.

He moaned and reached his hand out, running his fingers lightly over my swollen labia. I bit my lip and moaned low, glancing again at the driver as he slowly pushed one finger into me. I clamped down tight as he teased me, pushing one...then two fingers inside me. Slowly taking my wetness and spreading it up over my nether lips to the hard nub of my clit.

I jumped as he circled his fingers around the most sensitive spot on my body. He flicked over it lightly, then moved back down and pushed his fingers back inside me. 

He kept it up, keeping me right on the edge, teasing and playing until I was frantic, lifting my hips against his hand, pulling my own nipples as both of us watched his fingers disappear into me over and over.

"Please," I whimpered quietly, "Please..."

He grinned an evil grin and just kept teasing, he moved his fingers back to the puckered opening of my ass, I groaned loud as he circled the sensitive skin there, then moved back up...adding that sensation to his arsenal of teasing.

He leaned closer, nipping at my earlobe and whispering to me,

"No baby...when you come, I want it to be on my tongue."

I groaned at the thought of his mouth on me as he kept his fingers moving slow, not enough pressure to send me over, just enough to keep me on edge.

I almost screamed out my happiness as I felt the cab slow when we approached my apartment.

He pulled away his hand away from me and slipped his fingers into my mouth, letting me taste myself as I licked of the evidence of my arousal. He paid the driver and took my hand, pulling me toward the doors.

"Get your keys out now, or so help me you're neighbors will get a show they won't soon forget."

I complied, keys in my hand and stepped into the elevator, and into his arms.

He kissed me slow and sweet, his hands running over the cheeks of my ass as I rubbed myself against him like a cat in heat. His fingers had just started to climb up my inner thighs when we heard the bell rang around us.

The doors opened, another couple stepped in the elevator. He moved to the back of the elevator and pulled me tight against him, my back to his front. The other two people smiled politely and faced away from us as he rubbed his hard cock against the cheeks of my ass.

I let out a little gasp as his hand slipped under the back of my dress and slid up the back of my thigh, lightly tickling my over sensitized flesh.

I reached for his hand as the elevator dinged at my floor and pulled him behind me as I all but raced down the hallway to my door.

The door was open and closed and my back was pressed against the wall in less than 7 seconds.

His hands moved over my body, pinching my nipples, rolling them as his mouth fastened on mine. He pulled the dress over my head, leaving me in just my bra and stockings while I ripped his shirt open and ran my hands over his hairless chest, tweaking his nipples. His mouth moved lower, nipping my neck as he unfastened my bra and threw is haphazardly behind him, He was licking the undersides of my breasts, teasing me again until finally closing his mouth over one distended nipple.

I moaned loud as he flicked his tongue against me, using the edge of his teeth to send waves of pleasure through my body. My back arched, pushing more of my aching breast into his hot mouth as I gripped his head and held him tightly to me. He teased the other, his fingers moving lower until he was cupping my pussy, the heel of his hand pushing against me hard while he licked my nipples and drove me mad.

He slipped down, nipping and biting my skin, trailing his tongue over my torso until he was on his knees in front of me.

There is something unbelievable erotic about being almost naked when your partner is still mostly dressed. He growled as he wrapped his arms around my legs and lifted me until my legs were hanging over his shoulders, my back pressed tightly against the wall. 

I let my hands fall to the short dark hair on his head as he touched his tongue to my sex.

I cried out as he started to lick me, long slow licks from my opening to my clit and back again. He pushed his tongue deep inside me, and then worked it through every fold, not missing a single centimeter until he finally started in on my clit.

I gripped his head tighter, pulling his hair hard as he flicked faster and faster over my responsive nub, I cried out as I teetered on the edge, shock waves of pleasure running down the length of my body as he sucked my clit into his mouth and used the edge of his teeth to stimulate it, I broke rocking my hips against his lips, bucking wildly and riding his mouth while I cried out over and over, my juices all but gushing down onto his still moving tongue.

I cried out loudly, not caring about the neighbors as I came for a second... then a third time. He stopped only when I finally pushed him away, my clit throbbing and over worked as he placed a chaste kiss on the small amount of hair on my pussy then slowly lowered my legs them to the carpet.

I could barely stand; I leaned back against the wall as I watched him undress. God he was gorgeous, wide shoulders tapered down to slim hips, hairless chest, six pack abs, and of course neatly trimmed pubic hair, but that I already knew.

He came back towards me, his cock rock hard, big and beautiful bobbing in front of him as he walked, stopping in front of me and lifting me up against the wall like I was nothing.

"Wrap your legs around me." It was almost a growl as he lifted my thighs over his hips, I did as he asked of course, my hands slipping down his muscular arms as I felt the head of his cock bump into my bottom.

He shifted his hips until he was positioned at the entrance to my body and drove himself home. I moaned loud as he filled me, my pussy stretching to accommodate his large size.

I arched my back, letting my head fall back against the wall as he used me and the wall for leverage, sliding in and out of my tight wet sheath.

He angled his hips and started to pound me hard, I cried out as he bumped against my g spot over and over until I was coming like a waterfall, coating his shaft with my wetness as he grunted in my ear. I ran my hands over his body as he slammed into me, I played with his nipples, ran my fingernails up and down his chest, flicking them hard. 

He sped up and I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding on as the pleasure came in waves, I lost count of how many times I'd came, they all seemed to blend together into one really long, really fabulous orgasm.

I dug my nails into his back as he groaned in my ear, scratching him harder than I intended when he shifted his angle and hit home. One hand moving and slipping between your bodies, his fingertips flicking over my clit. I swear I saw stars as he brought me the biggest and best orgasm that I have ever felt in all my life.

I heard him cry out, felt his cock jump inside my pussy as he drilled deep inside my body and emptied himself. His breathing heavy in my ear as he pumped me full of his liquid, groaning as I squeezed tight around him and came with him one last time.

We stayed like that for a few moments as his breathing regualted and his cock started to recede and slowly pull from my sex. I groaned low as a gush of liquid slowly slipped down the inside of my thigh, my juices mixed with his coated the insides of my legs.

He smiled at me and kissed me hard, pushing his mouth against mine, his hands cupping my face.

"God that was in-fucking-credible...you are in-fucking-credible!" he said to me as he stepped back a bit and took my hand. I grinned back playfully taking the lead and pulling him into my bedroom, 

"What can I say?...Italian makes me horny."

He smiled at me, his voice dropping a few octaves, 

"Non avete visto nulla tuttavia bella!" *

*Translation:

(You have not seen anything yet beautiful!) 



Third Date



Cyndi checked her light makeup in the mirror for the fourth time. She went to the living room and adjusted a chair for the third time. She moved some magazines that were a little untidy for the second time. Outside, the last of the summer light dipped below the horizon.

Tonight was her third date with Sam, and she intended to take full advantage of the "sex on the third date" tradition. She didn't think Sam would be a long-term thing, but she intended to enjoy him for a bit. On their first date, she had let him give her a kiss as they said goodbye on her doorstep. On their second, she let him kiss a bit longer and stopped when she felt his hands wandering. She didn't want him to think she was easy.

But tonight, she planned to go all the way. And she fully intended to have Sam frothing at the mouth before he finally pushed his cock between her legs.

She tidied up a bit more until the buzzer rang. 

"Hello?" she said into the intercom.

"Hey, Cyndi, it's Sam."

"Oh, Sam, I lost track of time. I'm running a bit behind, but come on up." She stopped by the hallway mirror and paused. Brown hair wet with bangs arranged to swoop over her forehead and down to her jawline? Check. Towel pushing her 35B breasts together to make them look bigger? Check. A touch of lipstick and blush? Check.

She opened the door when she heard the knock. Sam was tall, had dark, curly hair, glasses, and a wry smile. He paused and looked at her. She was wearing nothing more than a towel, which she had arranged so that it barely came past her pussy.

"Sorry, Sam. I got super busy today at the office. I hope you don't mind?" Clearly he didn't. Who would? He shook his head, leaned forward, and kissed her on the cheek.

"Not a problem. We've got plenty of time before dinner."

"Oh good. Just have a seat here and I'll go get dressed." She sat him down in an armchair whose angle she had checked three times. She walked to her bedroom, with her arms up to hold up the towel, but also to give it a little tug up so that Sam, watching her walk away, would see just the beginning of her ass. She flung open the door to her room, walked in quickly, and then swung the door shut without looking back, the very model of a harried date.

The umbrella she had placed just so did its trick, the door swung into it, hit it, and popped open a tiny bit. The crack lined up perfectly with the angle of the armchair so that someone leaning to his right could see through it.

She had already moved into her closet, making it obvious that she didn't seem to have noticed the door situation. She dropped the towel and pulled two skirts off her hangers and brought them to her bed. As she stood, naked and pretending to contemplate the skirts, she stood right in line with the crack of the door. She paused there for about 15 seconds, grabbed one of the skirts and swung around, careful to turn away from the door so she would continue to not notice the open door.

When she walked by the door again a few minutes later, she had on a tight white scoop neck t-shirt and nothing else. She went to her dresser, pulled out a pair of sexy panties, and grabbed the skirt from the foot of the bed. Didn't want to spoil the fun for Sam by showing him the underwear too soon.

She walked to the door and opened it, seemingly unaware that it hadn't closed all the way. Sam had grabbed a magazine and seemed to be reading it, but the bulge in his pants suggested he had seen some of the show.

"How do I look?"

He looked up and smiled. "You look pretty." Her t-shirt came just to the waistband of her knee-length flowery skirt, showing the occasional flashes of skin as she moved.

"Oh, you're so sweet. Let's go to dinner."

During dinner, the two caught up on each other's weeks and got to know each other a bit better. Cyndi crossed her arms under her breasts a fair amount, pushing them up and out, especially when she leaned forward to ask him something in the noisy restaurant. She let herself get a bit tipsy. Hopefully Sam would try something.

She invited him up to her apartment for some post-dinner Scotch, and before long the two were making out on her couch. His hand stroked her back and slid down it to her ass. She lifted up a little bit to let him know it was okay, but as his hands moved to the front, she stopped him by pushing his hand down and pulling back.

"Do you want to play a game?"

He arched an eyebrow. "What kind of game?"

"An easy one. I ask you a question and if you guess the answer, you get a prize."

"What kind of prize?"

"Well, play the game to find out!"

"Okay," he said. He leaned back a bit. "Go ahead."

She stood up and faced him. "Tonight I did something unusual for me. What was it?"

He moved his mouth a bit. "Uhh. Ordered steak?"

"Ha. No. I love steak. Next guess."

"Wore a skirt?"

"Nope. Do you want a hint?"

"Please."

"Okay, but you don't get a hint for free. You have to give up your shirt for it."

He smiled. This was going the right direction. "Seems fair," he said and unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a smooth, muscular chest. She couldn't wait to caress it, but first the game.

She turned around and looked back over her shoulder at him. "Here's your hint. Unhook my bra."

He stood up quickly and put his hands on her back to no avail. "Hmm. Can't find the clasp? Maybe it's in front. She leaned back and he moved his hands over her ribs and over her breasts.

"Nothing there, either," he said, breating huskily into her ear.

"You sure? Feel around a bit more."

He cupped her breasts and squeezed them. He slid his hands over them and rubbed her nipples until they poked firmly against the smooth fabric of her shirt.

"Hmm. I think you went out without a bra on."

"Really? I always wear a bra. That would be unusual." She pulled forward and turned around. "Only one way to test the theory," she said. She crossed her arms, put her hands on the edge of her shirt, and lifted it up. The tight shirt caught on her tits, and when she lifted it past them, she could feel them bounce as they emerged into the cool air.

"Good guess! You should really make sure I'm not wearing a bra, though." He stepped forward and ran his hands along her naked breasts, cupping them and squeezing them. He bent down and sucked first her right nipple into his mouth and then her left one. She moaned and ran her hands up and down his chest.

"Do you want to know your prize?" He pulled back from her, leaving his hands on her chest.

"These are a prize, baby."

"Those are just side effects. Your prize for guessing that I didn't wear a bra tonight is that when we fuck later, you'll get to choose the position. Any position you want."

He smiled at her. "I like this game, but it's going to be hard to choose."

"Well, maybe we can manage a couple."

The two kissed some more, standing in her living room. He worked over her tits, and she leaned into him. Her nipples were rock-hard. When he moved his hand down her back and onto her ass, she pulled out of the kiss.

"Ready for the next question?"

"Sure, baby."

"Okay, sit down again." He stepped back and sat on the couch, leaning forward.

She looked down at him and said, "Describe my panties."

"I think I'm going to need a hint," he said.

"You have to try."

"Black lace hot pants," he said.

"Hmm, no. But maybe next time. Guess again."

"White g-string."

"I'm getting all sorts of ideas for our next couple of dates," she said. "But no, that wasn't it, either. Ready for your hint?"

"Yes, definitely!"

"Okay, but this is a big hint so you're going to have to pay up. You need to pay with your slacks, your shoes, and your socks."

He quickly disrobed, leaving him in nothing but blue striped boxer shorts with a huge bulge in them. He sat down again.

"I'm going to flash you my panties, but I'm going to do it for a very short period of time. So you'll have to pay attention. Ready?"

He nodded and licked his lips. He leaned forward to get a good look. She lifted her skirt until she could grab the hemline, and then lifted that until it was just covering her panties from his angle. 

"You ready for the flash?"

"Yep."

She bunched up her hemline and pulled it high up to her breasts. And then stopped. A quick flash. Ha. She was holding up her skirt until he described them.

"Very nice. Red panties with lace on the legs decorated with little white hearts and one big pink heart over your pussy."

She dropped the skirt and said, "God. You totally nailed it. I guess there's no reason to keep them secret anymore." And with that, she reached around behind her and undid the skirt, pushing it down and wiggling a little until it slid down to her feet. She stepped out of the heap and crooked her finger to tell him to come over to her.

He moved his hands freely over her body as he kissed her, and she let him. Then he pulled out of the kiss.

"And my prize for this question?" he asked. It sent a little shiver of happiness along her spine.

"Well, that was a pretty amazing display of powers of observation," she said, "so I think it gets a big prize." She knelt down in front of him and pulled at his boxers. "And I think I get a big prize too," she said, just as she pushed her mouth onto his hard cock.

He moaned as she worked him over, circling his tip with her tongue and sliding her mouth up and down his shaft.

She stopped and looked up at him. "One last question," she said.

"Okay," he said with a grunt. His cock was sticking straight out, and it was bright red from all the blood flowing into it.

"Did you watch me through the crack I left for you in the door earlier?"

He looked down and blinked. His eyes shifted left and right. Then he sighed.

"I did."

"I'm so glad to hear you fess up to it," she said. "Since you got that answer right, here's your prize: swallow only or facial and then swallow?"

He groaned again and leaned his head back. "Swallow it all honey. Let me pump cum right down your throat."

She began to work over his dick a bit more until she heard him say, "What if I had said no?" She pulled back off his cock and let the head go with a pop.

"I would have called you a gentlemen and given you the same choice."

She went back to his eight-inch dick and licked it up and down. She caressed his balls gently and then moved her mouth down quickly to cup first one and then the other nut in it. He was moaning and quivering as he stood.

"I'm going to cum," he said, panting heavily. She looked up at him, smiled, and then engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth. One more up-and-down pump of her head, and he was shooting his load, just as he had wished, into her mouth. She swallowed the first squirt and then held the rest in her mouth. Three squirts later, she leaned back, tilted her head back and opened her mouth for him to see. He looked down, moaned again, and she closed her mouth to swallow the creamy, sticky mass she had shown him.

"Oh, baby, that was hot," he said. He was shaking as her tongue cleaned him up. "I hope I have another one in me."

"The night is young," she said. She stood up, turned around, hooked her thumbs into her panties, and pulled them down. She bent at the waist to show off her round ass and her wet pussy. She stayed there, bent over, for just a moment as he put both hands on her cheeks.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "You have such a hot ass." She stood up and turned around again.

"Doggystyle," he said. And they went to her room.



Third Date



Third Date

It's a date. In fact, our third date. 

We met online, the modern dating method of finding compatibility. Turns out that we both live in the same city; San Francisco, city by the bay. Cold winters, even colder summers. The fog envelops the city, keeping it cool in the Summer. In Winter, the jet stream brings cold air and bad weather down from Alaska. We agree to meet, perhaps taking things to the next level.

There seems to be a chemistry between us. The first two dates went well. Classic first date - dinner and then new movie - "Supernatural:Revenge of Crowley". Night ended with a kiss on the cheek. You turned at the last second or it would have been on the lips. Jensen Ackles makes you hot. I make you hotter, but it's too soon.

Second date - drinks at a local brewpub. I picked you up at 6pm, so you didn't have to drive. I suggested you try the chocolate peppermint stout. It tastes like a luscious sundae in your mouth. Creamy, smooth, chocolaty, minty. We talk for hours about life, the universe, everything. I ask them to make you your favorite pizza - a personal hot wing pizza - hold the wings. We don't notice the place is closing. Finally they kick us out. Oops - sorry :D We apologize as we scoot out the door.

I drive you back to your apartment. I open your car door for you. I walk you to your door. Dying for a kiss. My hand is shaking a bit as I lean in and brush the hair from your face. I hesitate for only a moment, then kiss you softly. Lingering on your lips. Wanting you to kiss me back. We kiss for an eternity. I move my hand down your body, pull your blouse out of your skirt, and slowly reach up underneath. Sliding my hand up your stomach, hand on your bra. Gently feeling the heat of your breast. You giggle and push me gently back. "It's late and I have to work in the morning". Denied again, sigh.

But this... This is the third date. 

You agreed to an overnight fishing trip in the mountains near Yosemite. Sierra Foothills, Mining towns and pine trees. Gentle breezes, quiet solitude. Secluded camping spot on the California/Nevada border. We take the truck to make a couple of the stream crossings easier. Easier to bring in wood, fishing poles, coolers.

It's a long drive, so I pick you up early; 4am. You answer the door still sleepy eyed, I watch you throw your hair into a quick pony tail. Fresh out of bed and sleepy eyed. You look so innocent and beautiful. so warm and inviting, eyes gleaming, future looming, so alive.

We drive through California, starting at the beaches where we live, driving past the rolling hills, into the foothills, past the mining towns, into the mountains. You feel safe enough to sleep most of the way. I watch over you. Watch over you sleeping. Watching your chest rise and fall. Watching you dream. Making sure you feel safe and warm. You wake after a time. I put my hand on your leg and motion you closer.

You move into me, up close against me. Our hands in each other's laps.

We finally arrive at the campsite. The site borders on the lake. We're on the east side of the lake by design. I'm hoping that this location, watching the sun set across the lake, alone with me, might help to break down your barriers. You're no city girl. You help unload the truck. You help setup camp. Gather kindling for the fire; rocks for the fire ring. I setup the tent by myself and watch you work at the same time. Shit, I should let you do all the work. You are a pro. Organized and woods smart. You catch me watching you bend over while getting rocks and grin at me. I raise an eyebrow and grin back. Smiling in anticipation of the night to come.

It's afternoon now. Not prime fishing time, but that was our excuse for coming, so why not give it a shot.

We walk a short 20 yards over to what looks like a prime fishing spot. There's a tree a few feet from the water. The sound of the water gently lapping at the shore is the only sound around.

I sit down and lean back against the tree. "Come sit here with me", I tell you. I open my legs so you can sit between them. You look at me like I'm being pervy, but sit down anyhow, kneeling in front of me. I lean forward and grab your waist, pulling you into me so that we are both facing forward. Sitting cheek to cheek, my chin on your shoulder. "Let's bait the hooks and do a bit of fishing". "Nonononononononno" you say. "I can't stand to see the worms suffer."

"Here sweety, I'll help you." "It will be as quick and painless as we can make it." 

I take out a worm, brown and wriggling and place it in your hand. My hands around your hands, guiding them into baiting the hook. Our bodies are so close together, our faces next to each other.

You cast your worm into the lake, and it falls with a plop. Bobber keeping the worm at just the right depth. I cast mine, just a few feet to the right of yours. Our bobbers, floating just feet apart. Our bodies snuggling together as the sun sets.

We occasionally reel in our lines and re-bait. I use every excuse I can think of to keep touching you - your hands as we bait the hook, your arms as you let me show you how to cast - though we both can tell you are a better caster than me. You let me feel like I'm teaching you something. And you still squeal a bit every time we put a worm on a hook. I can tell you really feel bad about it. 

I kiss your cheek playfully each time we bait a hook - to hopefully make you feel a bit better. The last cast of the day and you turn at the last second and instead of kissing your cheek, our lips brush together.

Tingling, soft lips, I moan audibly. Then realize that I've moaned and awkwardly back away. "Um, sorry?" I tell you while blushing.

"Shaddap you fool, kiss me again", you murmur.

I lean further into you, grabbing your waist and pull you in to me. Rubbing the side of your ribcage, eager to go higher, go further, to touch you. Oh god, my hand is right there below your breast, I can feel the top of it rubbing against my hand, soft, warm and inviting.

You break off the kiss, pushing me back a little.

"That was nice Thunder, but I'm getting a bit hungry. You say you are some kind of cook - so let's see it...What's on the menu for tonite?"

"Tonite my dear I made you something special! We have Juicy Lucy burgers, which is your basic ground chuck mixed with a generous amount of sharp cheddar cheese, then formed into patties, and the standard toppings of bacon, lettuce, tomato, sauteed mushrooms, ketchup, mustard, and a bit of sour cream on top to make it good. I'll toast the buttered buns over the fire, then I'll butter your buns..."

"What?"

"Oh nothing, we'll then have a small greek salad with kalamata olives, feta cheese, lettuce, and artichoke hearts. And to finish we'll have chocolate eclairs. To drink we have Smirnoff Cherry Lime and Apple Bite - but the Apple Bite is mine!"

The burgers sizzle over the fire, getting a hint of smoke. The buns toast, the salad is made, and I serve you my ingenious creation. It is soo good. Hot and juicy, smoky, and the juice runs down your chin and into your fingers. I watch you lick the juice from your fingers. You notice me watching you and you smile, and slow down your movements. Slow motion, letting your tongue dance on the end of your fingers. Licking every moist drop. Looking into my eyes as you perform this erotic tongue manuever. I can feel my pants getting tighter. The fire flickering in your eyes, and your tight sweater, showing every curve make me think things. Bad things. Dirty things. That's the second time today you've made me want you so bad it hurts. Not sure if I'll be able to stand a third time.

We drink and eat and talk about our dreams, hopes, desires, successes, and failures. We have a logical and fact based discussion of Ford vs Chevy. Chevy wins, and I realize you are much smarter than I am. Your arguments are flawless, and your conclusions, inescapable. 

Smarter maybe, but not necessarily in control.

We eat our eclairs, across each other from the fire. You continue to use your tongue to arouse me, and amuse yourself. You can see my reaction to your tongue guided eclair cream extraction. My bulge rising. Is that a banana in your pocket or are you just glad to see me? You get a twinkle in your eye as you finish the last bit of luscious cream.

Grinning mischievously, "Thunder, that was sooooo goooood. How can I ever pay you back......?"

I tell you, "Come over here and I'll show you...."

"Nononononon, you come over here"

"If I have to go over there, you are gonna be sooooorrrrrryyyyyyyyy", I say in a singsong voice.

You get a little pissy, and tell me, "C'mon Thun, are you afraid?"

I say to myself, "bitch I ain't afraid of nothing", but keep it cool and stare you down as I walk over to you in the dark, by the fire.

Once there, next to you, close to you, I move in to you, but don't touch you with my lips. My left hand strokes your hair, my right thumb on your cheek, fingers on the back of your head.

Quick as lightning, I grab your hair and pull your head back while at the same time grasping your throat with my right hand.

"I told you you'd be sorry....."

I can see the fear in your eyes as you struggle to breathe. I can feel your heart beating in your throat. I squeeze tight, choking you. You grab my hand, desperate for air, trying to rip my hand away from your throat.

"You think you can tease me like that all night long and I'm just going to put up with it? You think that with your gorgeous face and cute smile, your luscious curves and tantalizing ass, that you were just going to come here to fish?" 

"You are mine, and you are going to pay..."

I extract a dark purple leather choker from a hidden pocket. Almost black, and about 2 inches high. Studded with chrome loops. I Whip it around your neck and lock it with a small padlock. Tight on your neck. I can see you straining to gulp. You look like a bound princess. So elegant and haughty, but erotic and slavelike at the same time. Choking slightly from the tightness, but still defiant.

I can see the fear in your eyes, and yet there is something else too. A kind of lust or yearning. Wanting to feel more, but also afraid of things to come. A madness of contradictions. Alone, afraid and still eager for more.

I have matching cuffs for your wrists. Same everything, but smaller size. Ringlets clinking in the night. Chrome twinkling in the firelight. I lock them around your wrists, then lock them to each other, so your wrists are bound together. 

You are not yet helpless, but you are about to be. 

You hadn't been inside the tent yet, and now you're wishing you had thought to check it out in the daylight.

It's a good sized tent - 8x10, and tall enough to stand up in. I push you inside and you gasp at the astounding array of sex toys and restraints mounted on the walls. You whimper softly as you look around.

This is no ordinary tent. 

This is a mobile den of sin and debauchery. An homage to pain and suffering. This is my world. You are my subject. Beholden to my rules, my whims, my desires. You are now my possession

I deftly strap you to the ceiling hook, wrist and arms above your head.

I love your neck, so I twist your hair up so as to expose your neck. I use a scrunchy to keep your hair up and keep it exposed.

Though restrained, you are also fully clothed. My greatest desire throughout our time together has been to see you naked and restrained. You've noticed that I always seem to have at least one knife on hand at any time. This time is no different. I've chosen a beautiful knife to use on a beautiful girl. It's a Kershaw rainbow chive, only 4 inch blade, but plenty of glimmering blade to do what I need. The blade and handle have both been finished with an almost iridescent finish of purple and green. I bring it up to your cheek, almost out of sight, and it opens with a quick click. The blade is so close to your eye. You are wide eyed and shaking with fear. I smile wickedly and draw the back of the blade down your cheek, down your neck, to where your sweater opens.

Slicing slowly down from your neck to your arm, the fabric making a ripping sound as I slice it off. Your bra strap is in the way and gets sliced too. Half your sweater falls away, exposing your shoulder, the top of your breast, your arm.

I can feel you tremble underneath the blade. Goosebumps rising as you feel the cold steel on your skin.

I slide the blade down the other side of your body, down your arm, more shivering, more goosebumps, more whimpering.

Your sweater falls to your waist, exposing only the tops of your breasts. Stupid fucking bra is keeping me from my pleasures. I slice it down the middle and it falls away, revealing the glory of your chest to me. Two soft white breasts. Such an amazing sight. I'm wholly absorbed with the vision of your heaving breasts in front of me. Real breasts, succulent grapefruit sized bits of heaven. 

"What, what are you going to do to me Thunder? Please, I'll be good..."

I snarl back, "Whatever the fuck I want you little bitch."

How the fuck are you even talking, I think to myself. Where is my fucking ball gag?

I strap the ball into your sweet mouth. Puffy lipped sexiness. Fuucckkk. Now you can only muffle/whimper. It pleases me mightily.

Fuck yeah. 

Hands over your head, boobs bouncing, ball gag in mouth. Your pants are still on however. I move in close to you, towering over you. Facing you, I reach down and unzip your pants, but slowly, so slowly. You can hear each zip disengage. Pants loose, but not off. I reach behind you and slide both hands down the seat of your pants, inside your soft cotton panties, and massage your sweet ass. Feels so good, so soft and warm.

I drop to my knees, kissing your belly on the way down, and use my hands to pull down your pants, while at the same time pulling you into my face, burying me in the heat of your loins. Pants off, you are naked and have your arms up so high. You are so exposed. My eyes dance slowly over every inch of your beauty. My god, you are so gorgeous, so beautiful, so very mine. I stroke down your arms, down your breasts, pausing to spend time squeezing them, pinching them. I want to see the look in your eyes as your tits sting, so I give each breast 3 slow stinging slaps. Slap, Slap, Slap. I see the sparkle in your eyes glow more brightly with every stinging blow. Red handprints on your breasts making them even more warm and inviting. Down your sides I graze my hands, sliding them down your ass, then slowly around to the front of your thigh. 

I kneel in front of you and cross my arms to glide my fingernails up each of your inner thighs, all the while my mouth is breathing right onto your sweet clit.

Never touching your clit, though. Kissing around it, and sometimes you get a brief hint of pressure, but you want more, so much more. I move down your thigh, then back up, starting at your knees, and nibble my way up your thigh. My hands lifting your legs, bending them at the knee, spreading them apart to give me room to work. I nibble upwards, then back down, teasing you. I nibble at first, then bite, sharp quick bites, up one inner thigh, then down the other thigh, then back up again. Biting, teasing, licking. 

Your soft kitty is so wet now, wet from your juices flowing, wet from my lips on you, sucking and biting your pussy lips. I'm so fucking hard right now. I can hear you moaning through your gag. Whimpering with pain and pleasure. I am a merciful Master and can see you need a release. I spread your pussy lips with my tongue. Long, slow strokes, starting at the bottom, licking circles around your sweet wet entrance, then sliding back up, finally ending at your clit. Kissing and licking it, sucking at it gently. You want me so bad. I slide a finger into you, running circles around the inside of your pussy, so wet, so hot. Then I bring it back out, slowly at first, then increasing speed with the increasing sound of you moaning. My tongue on your clit, licking phrases on it. You know the phrases I'm talking about... I'm licking, "Ffffuck me Thunder, please ffffffuck me, Master." I know you love the feeling of "f" on your clit. I'm licking it over and over again on you, finger slamming into you. God you feel so good. I can tell that you want to cum so bad. Your hips pressing into my face, god I love how you taste. You can feel the pressure welling up inside you, and I can tell you are close, so I increase the speed and depth of my finger inside you, as well as pressing my tongue into you harder. 

Your muffled primal scream turns me on so much as you orgasm, hips pressing, pussy throbbing, exploding, body sweating, Ugh Ugh Ugh. You moan, you whimper, you groan, your hands gripping hard, body straining. So fucking hot. Night turns to day, day into night, two lovers becoming one, each straining to get closer to each other. I move away from your sensitive clit, but still fucking you with my finger, feeling your body convulse as I press my head against your stomach. So soft, just feeling you move, touching you, is all I ever wanted, all I ever want.

Time slows as pleasure ripples through your body, I slow down on the finger fucking as I feel your body relax, and as you think you are done, I jam my fingers into you hard, all the way, pressing into you, and moving them around inside you. God I love watching you cum, making you cum, and feeling you cum.

You collapse, breathless, panting, breathing in and out, "Fuck fuck fuck. Fuck you Thun, Fuck me Thun, I want you inside me."

Your moans are music to my ears, like a symphony of angels, it makes me feel like a fucking primal beast, like I'm Alpha as fuck, a man among men, a giant, unstoppable, fearless, a god.

My cock is dripping with precum, in eager anticipation of entering you.

I release your bonds and as you fall into my arms, and I'm once again struck by your beauty. I carry you over to the sleeping bags, and lay you gently down, still breathing heavily. I kneel by your head, so that my cock is in full view. You perk up at the sight of my dripping cock and take a quick slurp.

"Mmmmmm" you say, "so good." Then a pause as you let it linger on your tongue before swallowing it down. "Please fuck me Thun, please fuck me Master...I'll do anything you want...Anything..."

I raise my eyebrow at your last comment. "Anything?" I ask with a devilish tone. "Really? Anything?"

"Yes Master, anything. My body is yours to command."

I pause for a moment as the myriad of commands and options race through my mind. So many commands, so many ways to give and get pleasure, so many ways to give and get pain. So little time, oh so little time. You know my imagination has no bounds, no restraints when I'm with you. Anything means... Any. Thing. Fuck I can think of a lot of things.

But what to choose for this time, our first time. Will there be a lifetime of memories, or just this one night. All I can think about is being inside you, facing you, kissing you, your lips on mine, pressing into you, watching you, tasting you, hearing you moan my name.

Everything I've ever wanted in a woman is right here next to me, begging me to fuck her, daring me to teach her what pain and pleasure really mean.

Suddenly a wave of anger, frustration, fear, loathing, pain, hurt, and hate washes over me. I'm angry at our situation, I'm frustrated at our distance, I'm afraid of what might happen, I loathe the people who hurt you, it pains me to see you sad, it hurts when you are with him, and I hate to think that we might never meet, never touch.

So the only thing I have is this. You. Now. And I release all my pain thusly.

I straddle you and grab your wrists, holding you firmly to the ground, bitch, you are mine now. I kiss you hard, so fucking hard, as if it might be the last kiss ever. I pull one wrist closer to your head, so I can use your hair to pull your head back, so your neck is exposed. Your struggling makes it more difficult, so I bite your pouty lip hard, to keep you under control. I'm finally able to pull your goddamn head back and my lips slide down your neck, kissing you. I can feel you gulping, gasping, head turning to and fro, trying to escape. There is no escape. I bite down on your neck hard, first on one side, then the other. You love it and hate it at the same time. Fuck, draw blood, lick it up, salty, and metallic. I kiss you hard again, so you can taste your own blood. Fucking perv, you love it, sucking the blood off my tongue, driving you crazy. Hearing you moan, driving me crazy.




Third Date



"Fuck me Thun, please fuck me Master"

God I love hearing that. Never stop saying that.

Fuck I'm so hard right now, like really right now.

I force your wrists to your side, so I can move your legs up. Knees back, legs in air, pussy exposed. I love watching you when I use my dick on your clit. I release your wrists, so I can slide my cock up and down your slit, pausing at the top and pushing it into your clit, moving it back and forth, pressing in hard. Then sliding it down your slit, teasing you, pausing at the entrance, pushing in ever so slightly.

"Please Master, please put it in, let me feel you, let me make you cum"

I press your knees into you and slam my cock into you, hard, so fucking hard. Ugh, UGH UGH. Fuck yeah. You are pulling your legs back so I can go deeper into you, so fucking deep, so fucking hard. Ughh, Ughgh, Roar, fuck yes, I move forward to get a better angle, and now I can reach your throat. I grab your throat with one hand and gently squeeze. You gasp as you know what is coming next. You can feel my hand on your throat, pressing it closed, while I'm slamming into you, ugh, ugh, ugh, my grunts in unison with my cock going deep into you. I press harder on your throat, you can't breathe now. 10 seconds, 15 seconds, 20 seconds, no air, just the feeling of having your sweet pussy stuffed with cock. Your sweet pussy eagerly clamping down on me. I'm fucking all of my hatred into you, all of my anger, all of my pain. Ugh, ugh, ugh. Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck , UGH. 

Enough of this, your knees are blocking your titties. I want titties. Want NOW! I roll you onto your side. One leg pulled up so I can get maximum depth. I pull your arms together, behind you and use my right hand to hold them both, using my grip to pull you into me. Your left tit is exposed, so soft and squishy, so pale and white and warm. I reach in to caress it, to pinch it, to rub your nipple, to feel the top, the bottom, the sides, to rub it all around, my god it's beautiful, you are so beautiful. It feels so good burying my cock into you. Love to watch your tit jiggle in my hand, soft warm hand. Listening to you moan as you get fucked and pinched. Listen to you whimper and gasp.

Feels so good, but I have so much hate... so much hate. I put you on your stomach, you know what I want, so you bring your knees up, ass in the air, head down, you're resting on your elbows, pussy dripping wet. You bring a hand back and slide it into your slit for me, letting me watch you slide a finger into you, then bringing it back into your mouth, letting me watch you suck your finger. You reach back again, spreading your pussy lips for me, letting me see the pinkness, the wetness of your private region. "This is for you Master, only you. Please fuck me... Please make me your fuck beast... Please..." you whimper the last words. 

I slam my cock into you. Over and over. Harder and harder, fuck yes. Your hand still at your pussy, so you can feel my rock hard cock slam into you. Feel it, fuck yeah, feel it. 

Ah, Ah, Ah, oh god yes, feel it, fuck yes, oh god, fuck fuck fuck

I'm pumping you with all my might, slamming into you, grinding my cock deeper into you. You move your hand away, so I can watch you play with your tits - they jiggle and wobble as I slam into you over and over and over. I'm fucking all my hate into you. You move your hand to your clit and rub it, so fast, so hard, I can feel your body start to convulse. Do it, do it, cum on my cock, do it. You're rubbing so hard, so fast, your whole body is shaking. I can't stand it anymore, I'm only human, I want to cum inside you so hard, fuck fuck fuck, ugh ugh ugh, slamming into you, fuck, oh god, yes yes yes fuck yes, UGHGGHGHGH, UUUUGGGHHGHGHG, UGGHHGHGHGh, UUGHGH, ugh ugh ugh UGGHGGGGGHghh fuck yes, oh my god, I fucking cum inside you with savage lust. Fuck yes, hot cum pumping into you, ugh ugh ugh, the feeling of my cum pumping inside you is just what you need to finish off. Your fingers on your magic button, my cum pumping into you, you buck and orgasm, shudder, shake, spasm, fuck fuck fuck - watching you cum is so fucking hot, especially when I'm inside you.

"Oh god, fuck yes, fuck yes, say my name, say it."

You manage to gasp out, "Fuck Thunder, fuck me Thun, fuck yes, fuck me Thunder." 

I slowly pull my cock out of you, watching you continue to spasm. My cock dripping with our juices. I move up to your mouth, I love it when you taste us. So fucking hot. Long tongue strokes on my cock, gently sucking gently licking gently moaning, love watching your throat move as you swallow. My cock thouroughly cleaned, I slide down next to you, kiss you hard, hand on your throat - you are still mine, and I want to taste our juices too. Tastes so good, fuck yes. Fuck yes.

We move into the 2 person sleeping bag, spooning, cuddling, holding, touching, and breathing. I stroke your hair, your cheek, your arm, your side, your ass, your leg. You are so beautiful, so pale and warm. Like an angel.

You drift off to sleep as I caress you, keep you safe, make you feel special and loved. 

As I continue to touch you, hold you, press my body into you, you notice a sudden stirring. As if something is growing behind you, pressing into you....

But that's a story for another time...



Third Date



"Need those second chapter revisions by four, Claire."

"Yeah, yeah."

I glare out of the door of my closet... sorry, my office, watching the bobbing, shiny circle of my boss's bald spot as he navigates the maze of cubicles that separate my demesne from cubicle country. Sighing, I open my desk drawer and pull out a room-temperature, tiny bottle of energy drink and chug it. Tossing the empty bottle into the bin, I put my earbuds back in and settle back to work.

I'm the editor for the tiny science fiction arm of a tiny publishing company, which is actually just another imprint of a publishing behemoth. I don't particularly care for science fiction, but I'm not in charge of choosing who gets published and who doesn't. I'm just the one who has to marshal the sub-literate submissions of what invariably seem to be either men with advanced engineering degrees and no concept of the effective use of a comma, or else star trek/wars fanboys who've decided that they're going to tell thinly-disguised versions of their particular fetish, only with the stuff they don't like fixed.

It depresses me that the only people making real money from this genre are the ones who didn't bother getting a liberal arts degree. If I have to read another four thousand word run-on sentence defining what, precisely, a Lagrange point is, or why else swords made of light are actually very practical weapons for a high-tech culture, I'm going to throttle someone.

I'm done with the edits my boss wants just a little after noon. Just because I loathe my work doesn't mean that I'm not great at it. I mail my edits to myself, so I'll have them on my phone, and then I head out for a lunch break I don't intend to return from today. A little after three I'll submit them from my phone's email client, and with a little luck (and long-established patterns), my boss won't come back to this part of the office again today.

I pass Milo, the assistant several of us share, and he gives me a nod and a wink on my way out. There will be quid-pro-quo if he has to cover for my absence, but he knows I'm good for it. I wave to him and step out of the office doors, into the sunshine. It's a glorious day outside, and I pick up a slice from the place next door and take it to the little municipal park across the street to eat.

I'm totally daintily trying to rub a post-pizza grease spot off of my jeans with a rapidly disintegrating napkin when a pair of very expensive shoes walks into my field of vision.

"Excuse me, miss, um..."

So, yeah, the expensive shoes are matched with an expensive suit, and the man wrapped in it is offering me an honest-to-god expensive-looking handkerchief. A handkerchief.

"Too many period dramas?" I ask.

"I'm sorry?"

"Nevermind. Thanks."

I take the hanky and pour a little water on it. At least now I'm spreading a stain with style.

He takes the seat next to me on the park bench, and I look at him while I rub. Nice. Really nice. I like to think I'm not the kind of girl who's head is turned by earthly trappings, but this guy is really put together. Good clothes, good hair, carries himself with a yeah-I-know-I'm-attractive-but-I'm-not-a-dick-about-it kind of air.

He's smiling at me, and his eyes aren't wandering, but I have no doubt he checked out the goods before he decided to contribute to the cause. I'm not super-hot or anything, but my dad was basically a Norwegian bachelor-farmer, and my mom is Vietnamese. I ended up with that weird asian-girl-next-door look that drives the white boys nuts, freckles and all. I keep in good shape for someone with a desk job, and I don't hurt for dates when I'm feeling social.

And I gotta say, right here, right now, I'm feeling kinda social.

"So," I say, "let's say, what, eight tonight?"

He smiles wider, and laughs.

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"Science fiction, huh?"

"Mhmm." I reply, mouth full of vermicelli. After I finish chewing, I say, "Precisely as glamorous as you imagine."

"I imagine a lot of pimples."

"Mmm, you're not wrong, though it's also a lot of engineering mansplaining."

"I bet. So, um, not to be indelicate, but what precisely is this?" He waves his chopsticks at the bowls in front of us.

"Well, mine is pho with beef balls. Yours is Bun Bo Hue."

"So is this some sort of first date hazing ritual?"

"Basically. Do you want me to tell you what's in it?"

He plucks a clot of congealed pig's blood out of the soup with his chopsticks and examines it for a minute before popping it in his mouth. He chews thoughtfully for a while before he swallows. "No, no I don't think I do."

"Pretty and wise."

"Just aware of my limitations. Have to be, in my business."

"Which is?"

"Sales."

"Of?"

"Post-it notes, mostly."

I snort. "Fine, be mysterious."

"Better chance at a second date if I have some secrets."

"Your best chance at a second date is to make sure you don't fuck up the kiss at the end of the first one."

Jesus, I think he just blushed. "Noted."

Dinner continues in the same vein, and he holds his own pretty well. I'm a creature who enjoys contrast, and about the time my tits showed up (thanks, Norway) I figured out that it's fun to keep the boys off balance by dressing like a saint but talking like a sinner.

Also, I can put up with a lot in a potential fuckbuddy, but I've never been able to abide stupid. They don't have to match wits with me, exactly, but they need to be able to follow along without being lead. Simon (Mr. Handkerchief) handles himself rather well, after the initial salvos.

Soon we finish eating (him without splattering himself with chili-oil, something I've never managed eating that dish) and we pick up a couple of gelatos and stroll down the sidewalk. It's a little late, and traffic on the sidewalk is pretty light in this neighborhood. We're about to pass a few young guys sitting on a stoop when one of them decides to cut loose with a wolf-whistle.

Don't get me wrong, I get the machismo-in-packs thing, but I also know how the right kind of emasculation at the right time of adolescence can wreak havok on the development of the adult male asshole. I spend the next two minutes deriding a group of barely-legal-to-drink males in the way only a twenty-something attractive female can. Half of them will probably end up with dominatrix fetishes.

As I'm winding down, it occurs to me that my date might have liked another shot at chivalry. I look at him, and he'd watching me with a wry half-smile and a raised eyebrow. "Do you have anything that you'd like to add?"

He laughs and says, "Well, actually, I'd li

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I blink and weave in place for a moment. What the fuck was that? Did I have a stroke? "W-what?"

"I said that I thought you covered everything."

It takes me a moment to pick up the conversational thread again. He's still looking at me with that little smile, and when I look at the guys, half of them are grinning and the other half are trying to hide grins.

"I... Uh... Okay, then, uh..."

He takes my elbow, and says to the boys, "I hope you'll take what happened here to heart, gentlemen, and adjust your behavior accordingly."

They give him a chorus of 'Yes, sir's and we go on our way.

By the time we get to the stoop of my apartment building, I'm no longer frazzled, and when we share a goodnight kiss, I tell him he's probably worth a second date.

"Yusss!!" is his reply, complete with exaggerated arm pumps.

"Don't push it."

He immediately composes himself. "Yes, ma'am. Saturday?"

"Saturday. You pick the place this time."

He grins and I let him steal one more peck on the lips before I turn and head into my building.

I'm halfway up the steps when I realize I'd forgotten to wear a bra. Glancing down, yup, the thin fabric shows off the points of my nipples like they're fashion accessories. Sighing, I reach my landing and start digging in my purse for my keys.

Overall a successful night. Although, given my lack of a bra, I don't understand why my tits are so fucking sore.

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"Well, actually, I'd like you to take your shirt off and show your tits to these guys."

"You WHAT?"

"Your shirt. Unbutton it."

I gape at him like a fish out of water, even as I work the buttons of my blouse.

"Now hand it to me."

I do. "What the fuck?!"

"You know, that kind of language isn't very attractive. Now the bra."

I unfasten it, and my nipples harden in the slightly chill evening air. He holds his hand out and I give it to him.

"Now face our friends here. Fellas, take a good, long look. It's rare to see tits this nice on a frame like hers."

Half of the guys' jaws are still on the ground, the other half are fairly salivating.

"All right. Single file in front of her."

The quicker wits among them are lined up in front of me before the rest of them even start moving.

"Thirty seconds each. Whatever you want, but only her tits, and don't leave a mark."

The first couple content themselves with inexpertly mashing on my tits, and briefly pulling a nipple. Like all things involving groups of males, though, it becomes something of a competition. The third one licks a nipple, the fourth sucks, the fifth uses his teeth, getting a warning grunt from my date.

Once all of them have had their turn, he takes my shoulders in his hands and gently turns me to face him.

Idly running his finger around one of my painfully stiff nipples, he says "You need to learn to accept compliments..."

A sharp tug, and a gasp from me.

"from any man who decides to give you one."

"Now, apologize to these young men, and mean it."

I turn to the teenagers, "I'm so sorry, I'm so, so sorry, thank you for the compliment."

"That's enough. Does one of you have a smartphone?"

He takes one from the guy closest to him and says, "Okay, join them on the stoop. Right. Now, everyone gather around her, yeah, go ahead and get your hands on her. We'll snap a pic for a memento."

Shortly, they're mailing each other (and no doubt half of their neighborhood) the picture, in which they all have big shit-eating grins. I'm not smiling in it, but only because one of them is holding my jaw, pushing a thumb into my mouth. The rest of them contented themselves with my tits, except one daring soul, who is squeezing my cunt through my jeans.

My date hands me my blouse, and while I'm buttoning it up, he turns to them.

"She won't remember this in a minute, play along. Here." He tosses my bra to one of them, who quickly stuffs it in a pocket.

Nodding, he turns back to me, and I blink.

"W-what?"

----

I wake up with that feeling of just escaping a dream I can't quite remember. Reaching down, I find that I'm wet, so whatever it was, I must have liked it. I consider rubbing one out when I glance at the bedside clock and see I've got about eight minutes to make the morning editors meeting.

I scramble out of the apartment in record time, and I even manage to sneak in to the meeting late without causing comment, but it's almost two in the afternoon before I can escape to the ladies room long enough to bring myself off before I lose my mind.

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"Faaaaaancy."

"I thought it was my turn to bring you somewhere you wouldn't be able to pronounce the stuff on the menu."

"And you can?"

"Oh God no, I just let the waiter order for me."

I snort half of a laugh before I can compose myself, and he points his (snail?) fork at me and grins.

"Wipe that smirk off your face."

"I earned it. You look nice tonight."

"You mean you can see more of my t... my cleavage tonight."

"I hadn't failed to notice it, no."

"I imagine you noticed that I didn't wear a bra last time, too?"

He's in the middle of taking a sip of wine when I say this, and coughs, sputtering briefly.

"I... Uh... Well, it was hard not to notice.

"Yeah, well, you didn't say anything, so I felt like maybe you could handle the big guns in public."

"It's certainly less conservative."

It is less conservative. I bought it today, in fact, and I'm still not quite sure why. I don't own anything else like this dress, and while it's a long way from slutty, it's also a long way from how I like to present myself. Conversely, I feel weirdly awkward about my language tonight, and I've caught myself changing word choices several times. I don't know what's going on with me. This guy isn't that hot.

Changing the subject, I say "You know, we could have bought thirty bowls of pho with what this meal cost."

"Not thirty bowls of Bun Bo Hue?"

"Impressive pronunciation. To the everlasting shame of my mother, I've never really liked pig knuckle."

"Mmm. How do you feel about tiny fried birds you eat whole?"

"Uh, is that on the menu tonight?"

"I guess we'll find out."

It was, thankfully, not. The meal is good, if a little challenging at times. I'm not absolutely sure we identified everything we ate correctly, but he was right there with me the whole way.

We're finishing dessert when a man who isn't our server approaches our table.

"Simon."

"Hans."

"I apologize for the timing."

My date is silent for a moment, and I decide shutting the fuck up is the better part of valor. Hans is kind of scary looking, in a really well dressed sort of way.

"This is not how I do business."

"Again, I apologize, but we have an unexpected time factor, and our other supplier has... fallen through. The fee," he lays a fat envelope on the table, which Simon makes no move towards, "will be treble."

Another moment of silence. Simon is fairly radiating cold rage, Hans impassivity. 

Finally, my date responds. "Exclusivity."

It's Hans' turn to be silent for a moment. Then, "Agreed."

Simon reaches into his jacket and pulls out a pen and a pad of, swear to God, post-it notes. I watch as he writes down a phone number, and then another five digit number underneath it, then sticks it to the envelope and pushes it back to Hans. "As a mark of our new relationship, no charge."

Hans takes the envelope and nods, and then nods to me. "Again, my apologies."

He walks away. Simon watches him for a moment, clearly still extremely pissed off, and then turns to me. "We should go."

"Uh, okay."

He drops some cash on the table and we leave the restaurant. Simon is fairly radiating cold rage as we wait for the valet to bring the car.

Suddenly he turns to the kid manning the booth and hands him a hundred dollar bill. "Keep it here, overnight. Understood?"

"Uh, yessir."

He grabs my upper arm and steers to me to a line of taxi cabs. I just sort of go along, he's clearly in no mood for argument, and for once, I'm not interested in asserting myself. We get in the back seat of the first taxi.

I bite my lip for a minute, and then say, "Look, I know it's none of my business, but is everyth

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I'm coughing like I'm going to lose a lung. Simon rubs my back until the spasms subside. "Are you okay?"

"I..." cough "Sorry," I pant, "I don't know what happened," cough cough coughcoughcough "GOD. Okay, okay, I think I'm good."

His eyes are full of concern, and he pulls out his wallet and hands the cabbie a couple of twenties. Startled, I look out the window and see that we're at my apartment complex already. Was I coughing for ten miles or something?

He walks me up the stoop and we stop there a moment. My throat is still raw, and it's a struggle not to cough right in his face. He pulls out his handkerchief and before I can react, he wipes my chin.

"Sorry, you had a little, uh..."

"Really sexy, right?"

"Completely."

"No offense, but I think we'll both be happier if we skip the kiss tonight, especially if I'm coming down with something."

He chuckles. "No problem. Tell you what, how about we try again next Saturday? Food we can both pronounce and I promise none of my work will follow me."

I give him a little smile and push on his chest with my index finger. "Third date, huh? You sure you can handle it?"

It's hard to tell in the twilight gloom, but I'm pretty sure I got another one of his blushes. "I'll muddle through somehow."

I tweak his nose. "Somehow."

He's still standing there with a stupid grin on his face while I walk into my building.

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"Look, I know it's none of my business, but is everything all right?"

He looks at me for a second, then leans forward and says to the cabbie, "There's three hundred in it for you if you drive until I tell you to stop and don't ask any questions."

The driver doesn't even glance backwards, he just pulls into traffic and starts driving.

Simon leans back and pinches the bridge of his nose between two fingers and sighs.

I reach over and touch his shoulder. "Simon?"

"Be quiet."

Hurt, I settle back into my seat and look out the window.

I hear the sound of a zipper at the same time his hand curls into the hair on the top of my head, gripping a tight fistful. I flail as he drags me backwards and down, turning my head so that his half-hard cock mashes against the side of my face.

"Hey, w-what are..."

He shifts his grip, and soon one of his hands is pressing the side of my head against his shirt while the other shifts his cock to prod against my lips.

"No! No, nmmph..."

"Open your goddamned mouth."

Moments later he's fucking himself as deep into me as he can, taking his aggression out on my skull.

"You've had a cock in there before, act like it."

He grunts his approval as I start actively participating, changing his pace to he can enjoy the suction and my questing tongue.

"Yeah, there you go. Driver, find us somewhere private and park."

I can't see our progress with Simon facefucking me, but I feel the car make a few corners over several minutes and eventually draw to a halt.

"Deeper. Good. Faster. Nnng. Okay, ah, ah, fuckkkk yeah YEAH. Ah, ah, okay, stop, just stay there... tongue the head... yeah in a circle, yeah. Whoo. Okay, swallow.

I sit up and wipe my mouth, Simon's cum joining the expensive meal in my belly. We just sit there for a couple of minutes while he recovers, and I just sort of... watch him. The cab's engine is still running, and the meter slowly ticks upwards. The driver's eyes never even hit the rearview mirror, as far as I can tell.

Eventually, Simon pulls out another wad of bills from his wallet and passes them forward, where they are accepted without comment or eye contact. Simon sits back and regards the back of the driver's head. Leaning forward again, he puts a hand on the cabbie's shoulder.

"You did an excellent job tonight. In addition to your fee, I'd like to offer you my date's mouth. She'll put in her best effort. Interested?"

He just sits there for a moment, then he gives a short, sharp nod. Simon stares at me for an uncomfortably long moment, and then I'm exiting the taxi and walking around to the front passenger door. Sliding into the seat next to the driver, I lean down and reach under his slight paunch to unzip his pants. Three seconds later I've stuffed him in my mouth and I'm sucking him to hardness. His hands never leave the wheel, but his breath starts coming short and fast. He's older, and not in great shape, but he's clean, and his cock likes my mouth on it.

Leaning over the front seat, watching, Simon says, "When he finishes, hold it in your mouth and come back to your seat."

I absorb the new instructions without pausing in my efforts. The driver's hips are making little thrusts now, and I've moved one hand to gently cup and tease his balls. I can hear the leather of the steering wheel creaking under his grip.




Third Date



Under a minute later, I'm leaving the front of the cab and returning to my seat with a mouthful of working class cum. Simon provides my address, and five minutes later we're in front of my stoop. He turns to me and says "Swallow now."

Suddenly I'm coughing like I'm going to lose a lung. Simon rubs my back until the spasms subside. "Are you okay?"

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I wake up from another sex dream I can't quite remember, and this time I don't even check the clock before I start pawing at my dresser drawer for my vibrator.

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"Wow."

"I know, right?"

What I'm wearing redefines the term little black dress. This contrasts with the t-shirt and jeans Simon is wearing, and it also contrasts with the hamburger joint he picked for date number three.

"We could, uh, go somewhere else, I could change..."

"Oh hush. I'll survive, although I'm not sure I'll be able to eat more than a couple of french fries wearing this thing."

"It... Uh.. It's really nice."

I mentally flip through about thirty responses, each dirtier than the last and finally settle on. "Thank you. I wore it for you."

I seriously don't know what's going on with me. I cannot describe this dress as anything other than slutty (although I look like a really high quality flavor of slutty in it), while at the same time I seem unable to say anything dirtier than 'darn' while wearing it. Also, Simon's attention is making me so wet I'm actually kind of concerned there will be an audible squish when I sit down. The pimply teenager (no doubt a fan of some of my editing work) who seated us almost tripped twice while he tried to lead us to our table while ogling me.

We exchange a few more cracks about how tight my dress is while we look at the menu, and soon the pimply-faced teen returns to take our orders.

Simon says, "I'll just have a cheeseburger and the sweet potato fries."

The PFT nods. "Great call." He turns to me. "And what can I g

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"So, a side salad and balsamic vinaigrette?" 

"Uh... I..."

My stomach gurgles loudly, and both of them are polite enough not to react. "Yeah, yeah that will be fine, thanks."

"Sure thing, ma'am. Be back with your food in just a minute, guys."

Simon looks at me. "Just a side salad? Surely it's not that tight."

I laugh. "No, not quite. I just... For some reason I'm just not that hungry. Which is weird, given that I skipped lunch."

Simon frowns. "Have you eaten anything today?"

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"And what can I get for you ma'am?"

"Actually," Simon says, "Can you give us a few more minutes before you put our order in?"

"Sure! I'll come back in a little bit."

Simon looks around the restaurant until he spots something. "Mens room. The handicapped stall."

"I... Yes..."

I stand and walk across the restaurant to the hallway leading to the bathrooms. I look over my shoulder, and Simon hasn't followed. He's not even watching me.

The restroom is empty, and small. There are just two stalls and a urinal. I enter the larger and wait.

But not long. I hear the door open, and a moment later, someone gently pushes aside the panel to my stall. It's one of the restaurant's busboys, in his stained apron, and we just stare at each other for a moment. Then he comes the rest of the way in and latches the stall door behind him. Anyone walking into the restroom will be able to see our feet, easily.

He looks me up and down, and then stretches a tentative hand towards me. When I don't move away, he pushes it inside the low neckline of my dress and paws roughly at a breast. His breathing has gotten fast, and I stand there passively as he molests me, both of his rough hands moving over my body, tugging my dress out of the way until it's just a wad of cloth bunched up around my waist.

There's nothing tentative about the fingers he pushes into my cunt, and I give a small gasp as my wet hole welcomes him. Done with foreplay, he spins me around by my shoulders, and I hear the rustle of his clothes as he gets ready. He shoves me, roughly, and I catch myself against the wall. He kicks my heels wider apart, spreads my ass with one hand for a better view of his target, and pushes his whole cock into me, sighing with satisfaction as I groan at the intrusion.

There's nothing subtle about him, and in second his hips are slapping my ass at full speed. He's got one hand braced on my shoulder, and the other alternates between caressing my ass and spanking it. His breathing is loud, and I can tell he's getting close when both of his hands move to my hips and really starts to pound my soaking cunt.

I pull away from him. We struggle briefly, until I manage to kneel and get my mouth around his cock, still sloppy with my juices. Three more thrusts, and he's emptying himself into me as I concentrate on swallowing everything.

He rests for a few moments, letting my mouth suckle him empty, and then steps back and arranges his clothes. He opens the stall door and leaves the bathroom without a backward glance, stepping past a second busboy who has apparently been patiently waiting, towel flung across his shoulder.

I stand up, turn, and rest my face and hands against the cool tile of the wall, presenting my ass. He steps in and latches the stall door.

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"... eaten anything today?"

"I..." My stomach gurgles again. "Uh, protein drink."

"Huh. Well, take care of yourself. That's the only body you've got."

It's yours.

"Pardon?" he says.

"I didn't say anything."

"Oh, huh. Weird. Anyway, how was your week?"

The rest of the meal is great, and the server and Simon talk me into an ice cream sundae for dessert, which is an indulgence I would usually skip even if I wasn't on a date.

He leaves a tip larger than the actual bill and we walk out.

I continue to get looks as we walk down the street together, holding hands. I even get a couple of catcalls, but this time I just smile at the offenders. I even go so far as to give one of them a little flash of ass when Simon is looking the other way.

Simon pauses at a little park bordering a duck pond, and we sit on a bench overlooking the water. For a while, we're silent, just looking at the reflected moon and listening to the crickets.

Eventually, I say, "I really enjoyed tonight. And the other nights, too."

He squeezes my hand and says, "Me too."

"Do you, um, are you open to the idea of a long term relationship?"

I feel him turn slightly towards me. He sighs.

"Sweetie, we need to have a talk."

I brace myself.

He continues, "I imagine you've been experiencing some lost time, recently. Maybe some strange dreams?

I blink. "Uh, yeah, I have. A lot, actually."

He glances around the park. It's more or less deserted, the last rays of the sun touching only the tops of the trees. The bench we're on is far from the nearest street lamp.

"Well," he says, "I can explain those. Why don't you come here and get on while I do."

So saying, he unzips his jeans while I move to straddle him. He scoots forward until he sits at the edge of the bench, and I rest my knees on either side of him. He's already hard. I pull my dress up over my hips and tug my panties aside before lowering myself onto him. I adjust until we're both as comfortable as we can be, and then I begin gently rocking my hips and listening to him attentively.

He closes his eyes for a moment and his mouth opens just a little as he gets used to the feeling of me. I stroke his hair while I wait for him to continue.

"You're in the middle of one of those lost moments right now. You had one earlier tonight, while we were in the restaurant."

He spreads his arms out along the back of the bench and leans his head back, closing his eyes. "Mnnh. You have a good pussy. Anyway, when I start to date someone, they have to be pretty, and clever, both of which you are. They also have to have a very strong will, though, which, I'm afraid to say, you do not."

I frown down at him, the bench creaking slightly with my movements, and say "What do you mean by that?"

He sighs. "What are you doing right now?"

"Uh, I'm on a date with a guy who just told me I don't have any willpower."

"You had some willpower. You don't now. And I don't mean what are we doing this evening, I mean what are you doing, right now?"

"I'm riding your cock."

"And where are we?"

I gesture at the surrounding trees in exasperation. "We're in a park."

"A public park."

I roll my eyes. "Yes, a public park."

"Okay, now, this part is hard, but I want to think back to before you met me. Do you think you would ever have fucked someone in any public setting before?"

I frown. "Of course not."

"Then why are you doing it now?"

"You told me to, not five minutes ago!"

"Why would that matter? Would you jump of a bridge if I told you to?"

"I..."

The park is silent as I think about that, save for the sounds of our gentle fuck.

He nods. "So you see. There are people who can resist me, I've met a few of them. They're rare, and thus far none of them have been women, so my search continues."

I think about that for a while. "So what happens now?"

"With us, you mean?"

"Yeah."

"Get up and turn around."

I do, but as I start to lower myself onto him again, he says, "No, in your ass."

It takes a couple of minutes and a lot of spit, but I manage to get him inside of me. I resume slowly fucking him, this time with my virgin ass.

"To answer your question, we're gonna fuck for a while tonight, probably more than once. You're going to fuck a few strangers, most likely, depending on who we run into and my mood. Then we'll get some sleep.

"Tomorrow, you're going to call in to work and quit. Then you'll go to your building's office and break your lease. You'll spend the rest of the day packing all of your stuff into boxes, and then you'll call Goodwill to come haul everything away."

"Everything?"

"Yeah, all of it. Clean out your bank accounts, in cash, and your IRA, if you have one. Then, you'll give me a call. When I pick you up, you won't need anything but whatever you're wearing and a bag with the money in it.

"Okay..."

"We'll get some pictures and a couple of short videos of you in action, and then you're going to be put up for auction. You'll stay with me for a couple of days while we wait for the results, and then I'm going to deliver you to the high bidder.

"Given the recent trends with the winners, this is probably the last week you'll be in the States, so think about if there's somewhere you want to eat one last time before the auction is over and we'll see if we can make time."

He falls silent, and I begin mentally ticking restaurants off a list, trying to narrow my favorite meals down to one. I continue to steadily fuck my ass onto him as he relaxes.

After a while, he says, "I'm going to finish soon. We've still got places to go tonight, so it would probably be a good idea to take it in your mouth, as opposed to your ass."

Thirty seconds later he's emptying his balls onto my tongue, and then we straighten ourselves up.

As we're walking out of the park, I ask him, "Do you think I'll be happy?"

He thinks for a moment. "I don't know, honestly. I don't really know if I'm happy. It's kind of a philosophical question. About the only thing I can promise you is that no matter who the winner is, you're going to be well-used. Try to find some sort of satisfaction in that, it's sort of your calling now."

I think about that for a while.

"Well, at least I probably won't have to read any more bad science fiction."

He laughs as he escorts me to my new life.