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No Strings

By: LadyElaine



I walk into your darkened room, everyone but you is gone or at work. You don't hear me as I get closer to you. Your stretched out across your bed stroking your cock, watching a big breasted woman sucking dick on the T.V. Silently I move through the dark side of your room until I'm just behind your bed, watching you gently squeeze your balls and continue to jerk off that magnificent prick. I smile to myself as I take my hair down so it falls around me in crimson waves, I unbutton my top and let it fall off my arms to land on the floor. 

My skirt soon follows leaving me standing there in nothing more than a sheer camisole, a matching set of thigh highs and garter belt, and a set of red pumps. I take a deep breath and step up into your line of sight; and I almost laugh out loud at your look of confused shock. Your hand freezes in mid stroke and you just stare at me. I give you a sexy smile and kneel down in front of your outstretched legs, then gently graze the tip of your penis with one finger. "Wait...we can't...do this..." You start to stammer while I softly cup your nuts and massage the base of your shaft.

"Yes we can,,," I breath out against your thigh, then I lean over and flick my tongue over your tender cock head just once. You shiver and stumble over your words yet again.

"What about...hmmm...were friends...don't want to...fuck that...up..." I suddenly slip your mushroom tip into my searing hot mouth and it instantly silences you. I stop and look up at you, holding your rock hard dick in my hands...and tell you, 

"We are friends, and it wont fuck anything up...its just sex." I keep stroking your rod watching it get even bigger and bigger than when you were rubbing it. " I want to fuck you, right now, right here. I want to taste your cock, and fell you ram it into my cunt. That's it, not love, not dating, just fuck me..." I caress your sac as I place my suck tunnel just over your twitching prick, I look up at you just waiting for a sign. You struggle with it, I can see it on your face, the need to shove your dick so far down my throat I'll start gagging, I see you weighing the hottest sex of your life with the years of friendship until I slowly breath hotly on your pulsing head....

Finally I hear you groan, feel your hands tangle in my hair and thrust your cock against my lips. I open my hungry mouth to impale my tonsils on your rigid shaft. You let out a moan and I decide to have a little fun. I slip you back out and lick your cock from tip to balls and back again slowly, swirling my tongue around the tip. I take you back into my mouth, and I taste your bitter, salty pre-cum...and my pussy soaks itself at the flavor. I swallow you slowly, to torture you, inch by excruciating inch, sometimes pulling back out a ways just to watch you squirm and thrust upwards, to feel you trying to pull me back down by your tight, hard grip on my hair. 

I oblige you and take as much of you as I can while tickling your sphincter muscles, just tracing your little circle with a wet finger tip. Almost three quarters of the way down your cock hit's the back of my throat. You groan and buck up into my face in frustration but slowly begin to back out a bit for me. I open my eyes to watch you, watching me, swallowing your cock and give you and evil wink as I take a deep breath ...and slowly pushed my head further on to your lap. Your twisting and grunting as I slowly but surely work your tip back against my tonsils. 

I look up at you one last time before pushing even farther down, down that delicious cock with my hands rubbing your sensitive skin underneath your balls. You feel the resistance of my throat muscles, and you go still but I keep moving. I gently begin to force your head past my constricted rings of muscles . Easy...real easy...its almost through...Suddenly I feel you writhe and moan yanking my hair in pure hot ecstasy as your huge cock becomes clamped in my tight cum vacuum. I start to swallow down on your yummy rod, milking all the pre cum out of its pulsing head with my esophagus. 

I can smell your scent and taste your salty sweat...I pull my nose out of your pubis hair as I release your penis. Your hips rise up in automatic response, you press down on the back of my head to get me back closer. I hum a little bit and it vibrates your sensitive spots as I quickly engulf you again. I alternate between quick and slow strokes, occasionally twisting my tongue against you and rubbing my tits against your tight sac. I reach up and rake my nails across your chest, and watch your nipples turn hard instantaneously. 

You shove at me and groan. "Stop!" When I freeze, thinking I've hurt you somehow, you pull out of my sweltering suction. I tilt my head back to stare up at you standing above me, while I'm still kneeling on the floor, saliva shinning all around my mouth, my hair all mussed up and my shoulder straps off center.

"What did I do? Did I hurt y...? You shush me and grin, I wipe my face and you hold out your hand to me. When I take it you pull me to you and hold me against your chest. 

"I didn't want to finish yet and your mouth was fucking amazing..." I shiver as you whisper against my neck. Your hands slide to the camisole, slipping the straps off and the rest down my sides, exposing my tingling breasts. Your eyes feast on them and then you lower your mouth to one, taking a nipple between your teeth and tugging first gently...then rougher as I respond more and more. 

You lean me back on the bed never once taking your mouth from my nipple. You raise up finally to look at me and I smile a little, waiting for the head of your cock to part my pussy lips. But instead you kiss me softly on the lips, then trail kisses down my body in a fiery path. I tense as your lips brushed my smooth mound. Then your tongue pierced my cunt to tackle my hard clit and I was lost. I had no control, no speech or breath. My body twisted as you flicked your tongue against my pussy, but just as I was about to cum all over your thrusting tongue you pulled back again. 

I whimpered in near pain at the loss. " No...not yet...no. It's not time yet tasty." Your voice creeps closer to my ear as you slide back up my naked torso. Your hanging above me, and I can see my juices on your lips so I slowly lean into you to gently lick it from your face, nibbling your bottom lip as I go. You suck my lip into your mouth and bit slightly hard, making me moan into your mouth. 

I growl and clench my fingers in your hair, pulling your face down to me and tongue fuck your pussy flavored taste buds until were both out of breath. Then I raise my hips to meet yours and your dick grinds against my clit, I feel the sudden sting on a slap on my uplifted ass cheek, and another on the other side. My pussy drips in reply, as your fingers delve into my sopping, hot, twat. I thrust against you, taking several fingers with practiced ease into my tight cunt. 

I groan in pleasure as you finger fuck my cunt with powerful strokes. I am so close to creaming all over those tantalizing digits until yet again, you pull back leaving me right on the edge. I move underneath you urging you on with my hips and hands, I bite at your neck in frustration trying to make you go faster...then I feel your cock pressing against my lips; You probe me, then press into my pussy. I convulse on your cock, almost finishing but somehow holding back. 

"I'm going to drive you crazy..." You growl into my chest as your cock slips deeper into me, you hit bottom and hold still, waiting. "First I'm going to fuck you nice and slow, filling you out...Then when that's done, I need to warn you..." I rock up against your shaft and wrap my legs around you, getting hotter and wetter as you talk. 

"I'm going to lube you up real good like this..." A finger slips into my juicy cunt and tracks its way down to my tight anus. "And get you ready for some dirty, raunchy, nasty, fucking..." You start to thrust in and out of my twat, pushing me closer to the explosion every time you speed up a little. Soon your pumping rhythmically into my wet snatch. 

" But that won't be all baby...so cum for me, now baby. I need to feel it now...I want to feel you cream all over my dick." I feel my gut start to tighten, then it starts spreading in flames of sticky heat. I slam hard into your steady thrusts and cling to you as I feel my pussy shatter into waves of hot lava...on to your still thrusting dick. You silently let me recoup and as I start to breath normally again I feel you finger probing my ass.

Suddenly you shift in position and in mood. You get up and pull me with you forcefully; You turn me towards your big armchair and ask me...no tell me to kneel on it. I do as I'm told and feel your hand pushing me down by my back. You lean over my body and tell me huskily, " Just tell me if I take this to far ok babe?" I nod feeling a little fear and some apprehension but even more excitement. 

Immediately your wide head splits my ass cheeks, ever so slowly. It seems like it takes forever for you to even get the head inside. You finally slip past the tight ring of muscle and begin working your way deeper into my tightness. You start moaning and grunting again, telling me how tight I am, how damn good I feel inside...finally I can feel your balls resting against my skin and your body shudders when I clench down on that massive prick. 

You reach up and start to wrap your hand into my thick, long hair. With the other hand you place your fingers lightly over my throat, rubbing and sometimes tightening a little. You begin to move extremely slowly, scared of going to fast and hurting me so bad we have to stop. So I rock back against you...hard. You gasp and twitch but quickly recover, yanking back on my hair roughly, spanking my ass hard enough to sting with the hand that was at my throat. 

You growl at me, " Remember one thing, I control this now, I control what you do, say, and how you move. Next time ask for permission." then you laugh a little. " But it did feel good though." I almost collapse at the excitement as I pull away from you some, waiting to see what you'll do. Another, even harder this time, yank on my hair and a strong slap to the ass come. 

"Don't pull away from me, you're my little slut tonight...Don't forget it." You hesitate to see how I will react, until I scream out in lust and try to straighten up against your hard body. You quickly take both my hands behind my back and push my head down on the chair back. You yank the drawer close to us open, then I feel a soft cotton wrap around my wrists tightly, binding me with my arms up behind me, leaving me off balance towards the chair. 

You laugh and push me forward a little letting me fall against it. I'm struggling and moaning...you pull my head up by my hair and it only turns me on more. So you start to slowly build speed as you ram my ass, using my wrist bindings as reins. " Take my cock bitch...All of it. Take it in that hot little ass." I am trembling from how good it feels to have you using me this way. I ask you in a raspy voice,

"I'm your slut now?" You pull me rough back against you and grip down on my throat, you slap my ass hard again, and again, still ramming your monster cock deep inside my stretched asshole. I'm moaning uncontrollably and you slightly slow down to talk. 

" Do you want it rough? I can give it to you any way you want it later...but now I've just got to take you and take you hard. Is that ok?" At my hot responses, as I thrust back against you, you must know the answer. But I fail to say it out loud, and I feel a hand at my throat again. "Answer my cunt...its not optional." I stutter out a yes....you ask me, "Yes what?" I twist my head to the side so I can see your eyes.

"Yes I want it hard and rough...please oh please just fuck my brains out." Your eyes go bright as I bear down with my muscles. 

"That's a good little whore, fuck me like your getting paid. Fuck me like I'm the boss you slut." you thrust into my ass and reach around me, lifting my leg above my head and turning me to the side in one move to fill my cunt with your fingers. "How many fingers do you think you can take little whore?" 

I tell you I don't know and you start working your hand back and forth until you can add another finger; You keep on stretching my cunt until you get a fourth finger in, " God you're a good little slut, You're my favorite whore; You're my dirty, nasty, little cock swallowing cunt." My ass is bursting with your tool and my pussy is ready to blow again. I try to tell you I'm close and you slam your hand over my mouth. " I don't need a talking slut. Shut up and take it like a good bitch." 

I tense up as you slide all your fingers into my pussy, you push hard and steady until I feel your entire hand slip into my cunt. You thrust it upwards and deeper, and start to fuck my ass so hard, so hard it feels like I might split wide open. I'm slamming into the chair again and again, screaming out in ecstasy. Your cock tears into my tight ass like it's a hot knife through butter. Taking it for yourself, ravaging my insides with rock hard cock. 

I tense up, in both holes as you yell out, " You're my little sex slave, my dirty nasty bitch, my fucking whore, my fist taking cock hungry freaky slut." You yank your fist out of my pussy, soaking with cunt cream as you start to uncontrollably rape my tight hole. You pull my hair to bring my body back to yours; I feel your whole body start shaking as you hurry to pull out of my ass. I loose my balance as you pull my head around but the hair and gag as a hot sticky rod is shoved ruthlessly down my throat. 

I try to pull away for a breath but you just grab my head and bury your pulsating dick back in my mouth. Roughly you face fuck me showing no mercy. " Stop gagging bitch, and take that cock. Suck it fucking clean, do it right." I gag again and you shove deeper. Your ramming into my mouth and I'm getting wetter, about to cum again just by you raping my throat! You start twitching in my mouth and I moan knowing I'm about to swallow all of your hot creamy jiz, I'm about to feel your cock cream hit my tonsils and plaster my mouth in steamy hot cum. You push harder knowing its turning me on. Harder and harder your cock penetrates my throat without invitation. I start to move a little trying to take more but you think I am pulling away. 

You slap my face hard enough my eyes water and look down at me. " Don't you dare stop." I try to shake my head and you grip me tighter. "Your going to swallow this whether you want to or not so deal with it cunt." I try to swallow and gag again, automatically pulling back a little. "Oh I like a little bit of struggle whore, your just making it better." 

I moan again as you start shaking, almost there..."I', going to fill your throat up with cum baby...god yes that's good... gag on it. Take it. I'm Cumming!" You slam your pole into me again and again, hard and rough, filling me to capacity and then some. Jet after jet of molten cream pour down my violated throat. You buck into my face in the last spurts of lust, when you've finished you pull your cock out of my mouth and playfully hit my face with it. 

" You make a good whore...we'll have to do that again sometimes." I agree and smile, give you a little kiss and get dressed. I go to leave and look back to say, 

"See? No strings." You laugh, and as I reach the door I say hello to someone just pulling into the driveway. I glance back to see that your dressed and all signs of what we did are out of sight, even the thong and binding your murmured you'd keep hidden for next time. All I can smell in the air is a slight sweaty smell and the cinnamon candles you lit a few minutes ago to mask the musk and cum. 

"Oh by the way, your girlfriend just got home..." I wave to her and climb into my car, feeling your cum dripping down my leg. I rub at the light bruises on my wrists and reach for my planner. I need to know when my next day off is...hoping you might be home alone then too...

No Strings



Author's note

This is a story based on BtVS and takes place during Season 7 when Faith and Willow are over 18.

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Faith's POV

Here's the thing... I've been in a lot of fucked up an awkward situations before, but I don't think I've ever had it worse than this. Sure, I can think of plenty times I've felt just as shitty, but nothing shitter. I mean, the last few years has been all about the self-loathing, but there's a difference between bein' locked up with a couple of hundred strangers ya ain't done nothin' too and being trapped in a car for a couple of hours with a chick ya held at knifepoint, beat on and tried to kill. Her and her friends. Friends which were sort of mine too, I guess, but... point is, it's not exactly surprising we haven't talked.

Probably should have stuck with Angel. He's the only one who's ever really been there for me, and yeah, I just helped him get back his soul and all, but that doesn't begin to say thanks, or sorry, and from the looks of things he could use my help just as much if not more than B. But sounds like what's going down on the Hellmouth is Slayer business, what with that town's latest Big Bad trying to wipe out our line and shit, so I really should deal with that before I get any more nut jobs coming at me with a knife. Besides, if I'm going to try for redemption I should find a way to make it up to B and co.

So here I am, sweating like a fuckin' pig in a cheap ass car with a busted air-conditioner driving through a desert without a fuckin' cloud in the sky, sitting next to B's best buddy Willow Rosenberg, a chick I've never really gotten on with and who's now powerful enough to end me with a thought. Not that she looks like much, or like anythings really changed, but whatever. I heard something else about her which, the more I think about it, could be an interesting way to make amends with her and be a cure for the painful boredom I've been feelin'. And scratch a special low down itch I've had for a while.

Maybe in some other life I keep my trap shut, but in this one I casually murmured, "So Will, yer a dyke now."

Red glanced at me, but said nothin'.

"Ya know, I'd have probably lost it in the joint if it wasn't for the pussy." I continued, "And I had plenty of it. I mean, look at me. When word spread I liked pussy I had em linin' up. Cunt after cunt, day after day, til I barely missed dick anymore. 'Cos, it helped there was the rubber kind available... and I always did prefer bein' ass fucked by a chick."

Willow, who had been lookin' predictably embarrassed and more than a little turned on, got a almost comical look of shock on her face and finally looked at me, "You're a bottom."

"Hell yeah." I confirmed, smiling in amusement, "Haven't ya heard me raving about how much I love gettin' fucked?"

"Well yeah, but you never mentioned girls... not that we've ever exactly hung out much." Will pointed out.

"Fair point." I shrugged, itchin' for a smoke as I let the words hang for a sec before asking, "How 'bout ya?"

"Huh?" Red mumbled, having turned back to the road and become lost in thought ages ago.

"Top or bottom?" I asked.

She blushed, then surprised me, "Oh, I'm... I'm a top."

"Really?" I questioned, unable to resist a laugh which made her cringe. I kind of felt bad about that so I added somewhat apologetically, "Sorry, I just... don't see it."

"Neither did Kennedy." Will grumbled, again mentioning the girl apparently she'd recently dated for a couple of weeks. I didn't exactly want to get into that breakup, but I was going to try and say somethin' encouraging until she murmured, "You know, I always wondered what it would be like to, you know... do a girl in the butt."

Her expression was more casual dreamer than saucy temptress so I'm guessing she hadn't figured out I was hittin' on her yet. Means I need to be a little more in-her-face with my intentions, which normally wasn't my problem, but I guess there really is a first time for everythin'.

So in my best suggestive tone I offered, "Ya wanna find out?"

Surprisin' me again Red didn't immediately freak out, which might mean she was more clued into my intentions then I realised. Further proving this she eventually mumbled almost casually, "We need to get back to Sunnydale."

As there was very little conviction in her tone I pushed, "Come on Will, help me out here. I've gone from a pussy paradise to cold turkey, and I really need somethin' to take the edge off. Otherwise I'm going to be hittin' on all those teens fillin' up Casa de Summers, just lookin' for my next fix."

Bitin' her lip to let me know I had her on the hook Will eventually said, "There's no where we could really stop."

I shrugged, "Backseat looks roomie. And it's not like there's a lot of people around to bother us."

Will scoffed, "So what, you want me to just pull over?"

Smiling seductively at her I purred, "Come on Will, live a little. I ain't askin' for a long-term thing, just some quick no strings fun. What'da ya say?"

There's a long silence, then I smile wide enough to light up a football pitch as Red begins slowin' down, pulls the car to the side of the road and parks in the middle of nowhere. The urge to tease her is almost overwhelmin' but I keep my trap shut as I don't want to lose the chance to fuck, even if it is only Willow Rosenberg. That said, even though I've never given her a second look, she is kind of cute. And when she stops the car, fuck, she gives me this stern look which is actually really hot.

"You don't mention this to anyone." She practically snapped.

"Sure." I shrugged.

"No not, 'sure'. Yes or no." She said firmly.

Stern Willow. Huh, I kind of liked it.

"Yes Ma'am." I replied with a smile.

"And you do whatever I say, when I say it." Red ordered, and then when I gave her a look she added, "No offence, but I don't exactly trust you yet."

"I get that." I said, and then when she gave me a look I added, "Oh, yeah. Yes. I'll do whatever you want."

She looked thoughtful for a moment, then opened her door and ordered, "Get out of the car."

Doin' what I was told I opened my door, stepped out and closed it behind me. Then I walked around to Willow's side, unable to keep the grin off my face or the cocky swagger from my steps. I wasn't sure how this was going to play out, but Will had left plenty of room between us and the road and I was hoping to get in a little kissin' before we retired to the backseat, and this way we might make some lonely trucker's day if he was lucky enough to pass by when two smokin' hotties were tongue wrestlin' by the roadside.

Will didn't look too amused though, "I didn't tell you to come around here."

Frowning I murmured, "What's the big deal?"

For a moment Red looked unsure of herself, then she looked kind of angry, "Fine, have it your way... turn around!"

Again I frowned but obliged, giving her a little spin so she could check out the goods.

"No, no, no... I meant..." Willow whined, before seemingly catching how unsexy she was soundin' and changing her tone to one of unflustered firmness, "I want you to turn so your back is facing me."

"Ohhhh." I grinned, quickly turning and lifting up my jacket before giving my denim clad ass a shake, "I get it now... you wanna see the money maker."

"Money maker?" Willow repeated with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah." I grinned, "Never got cash for it, but you'd be surprised what a slutty ass will get ya in prison."

"I bet." Will said casually, slowly walking forward.

"Seriously." I bragged, "Toilet roll, candy bars, magazines and all the smokes I could ever want. If there had been better food, and regular TV, it would have been paradise."

"Sounds like you really suffered." Willow said dryly.

"Yeah, well... it wasn't exactly a picnic..." I murmured, feelin' a little guilty that I hadn't had it worse. Then I let out an embarrassingly girly gasp as Will grabbed my ass, a smile crossin' my face as she began groping my butt, "Could have been worse though."

Willow wasn't quick to reply as she was clearly enjoyin' herself, but eventually she asked, "Did you charge for pussy lickings?"

"Of course." I said, finding the idea absurd, then knowing how that sounded quickly added, "But not much. Nothing in prison was free. Well, nothing good anyways, and my ass was the best thing in there."

I could practically feel Red smile, "Was there a poll?"

"Na, but it was popular opinion." I grinned, "My tongue was a close second, followed by my pussy, and then my tits."

"What will they do without you?" Red scoffed.

"That's what I've AAAAAAHHHHH!" I cried out, more out of shock than pain.

As if wary of my reaction Will immediately went back to caressing the cheek she just hit, quickly massaging away the pain in my ass she casually asked, "Did you ever charge for a spanking?"

Fuck me, I thought as I looked over my shoulder, wanting to confirm it was still really nerdy little Willow behind me. It was, and she didn't look possessed or nothin', given she looked nervous as all hell but was trying and failing to hide it.

It was kind of endearin', so much so I relaxed and grinned, "Yar blonde Witch or Wolf boy into some hard-core BDSM shit Will?"

She blushed, "No, I never... I haven't done anything like this before. But I've always wanted too."

I nodded, "And I was a bitch to ya."

Will was nice enough to open her mouth as if she was going to argue, but clearly she wasn't about to lie so she closed it again, which led me to a decision I may regret. Namely slowly walking to the car, taking off my jacket and wigglin' my ass as I went, then I opened the door, tossed the jacket inside and then lay across the back seat so my ass was hangin' out.

"Ok Red, come punish me for being a bad girl." I challenged, unable to resist the urge to laugh as I shook my ass.

I mean, the idea of mousy little Willow Rosenberg as a top was funny, the idea of her being a Dom was downright hilarious, but fuck it, I wanna be fucked and I'm willing to do whatever to get it.

While Will wasn't exactly quick off the mark she did eventually kneel behind me and then murmured, "You didn't answer my question."

Confused I frowned, "Huh?"

"About whether you charge for a spanking?" She reminded me.

"Oh." I murmured in recollection, "No, I've never been spanked before."

"Really?" Willow murmured, soundin' surprised.

I shrugged, "A couple asked, mostly guys, but I was never into it so it never happened. So... I guess you'll be takin' my cherry."

"I guess." Will mumbled.

"You guess? Damn Will, it's a fucking honour." I teased, again wigglin' my ass, "Come on Red, pop my cherry. I've been so, so bad. I've AAAAAHHHHH SHIT! AAAAAHHHHH FUCK! AAAAAHHHHH MOTHER FUCKER!"

Quickly proving that earlier smack wasn't a one-off Willow gave me a couple of hard strikes in a row which made me forget all about teasing and had me quickly shutting my mouth. Mostly because I didn't like how easy the redhead made me cry out considering I'm a fuckin' Slayer and this really is nothing compared to most of the shit I've gone through. And really, I was just taken offguard is all, wasn't expecting mousy little Willow to have such a stiff right hand.

Then again maybe it wasn't as bad as I thought, Will soon toning things down so it barely hurt. So much so I questioned my own memory, and was on the verge of callin' it a fuckin' liar until she hit me hard again, the sound of the spank and my surprised cry echoing throughout the wide empty space. That pissed me off, especially as I could practically taste her grin, the vision of me turning the tables flashing quickly in my head. Then I figured fuck it, it wasn't like I didn't deserve this shit, and it was actually pretty cool to submit to someone weaker than you.

'Cos, that was always the case for me, but this was different to anything I'd ever done before, which was kind of thrillin' now I was actually taking it. I just had to be a little less... pathetic is all. I mean, I have a reputation to uphold, and while I'm sure Will won't be in a hurry to tell anyone about this, especially not prissy little Buffy Summers, but it's the principle of the thin' or some shit.

Not that I was aimin' for total silence, although I could do that if I really wanted, but that would probably put Willow off. Maybe. The girl was having a hell of a time squeezing little cries, grunts and grimaces from me. I didn't even have to look back to tell, although when I did it only confirmed what had practically been in the air, that the redhead was like a kid in a candy store.

Then a car drove past and she got cold feet, "Maybe we should, you know, swap over to the other side? Or find somewhere more private?"

I smirked, "I thought ya wanted to get back to B nice and quick like?"

"I do, but..." She trailed off, sounding like she wanted to be talked into it. Or at least that's how I chose to take it.

"Come on, live a little." I pushed, before teasing her, "Or you could quit pretending to be a top and just let me eat ya out. I mean, who are you foolin'?"

"I am a top." Will said indignantly.

"Then quit with all the namby-pamby bull-shit and spank me." I challenged cockily, trying to sound as arrogant as possible as I added, "Come on Will, give me all ya got."

There was a long pause during which I almost added somethin', then Willow gripped onto the waistband of my jeans and thong, squeezing her thumbs in between my flesh and the fabric in the process, then the redhead practically growled, "In that case, I think this should be a bare bottom spanking."

She then pulled my jeans and thong down to my knees in one swift motion, my body tensing as some kind of reflex or some shit, thus leading her to add, "Don't you agree? You have been really naughty after all. Doing things without permission. Being cheeky. Seducing me. And... the rest."

She sounded unsure at first, but then more and more confident. And angry. It almost made me think twice about nonchalantly replying, "Go for it Red. I can take anythin' ya can give."

It was my normal sexy bravado, mostly. Not that I gave a shit about havin' my naked ass hangin' out of a car in a public place. Hell, I'd screwed in way more public places than this. But I remembered those first couple of spanks, and I was slightly worried that meek little mouse Willow Rosenberg was goin' to give me more than I bargained for. Maybe even embarrass me.

When it comes to sex I don't get embarrassed. I'm a shameless slut and proud of it. But I'm a Slayer, that means however much a bottom I am doesn't change the fact that I'm the toughest bitch ya'll ever meet, and nothin' fuckin' gets the better of me. And when it does, it's embarrassing, and fuck me if Willow hasn't got the best of me right now.

Turns out I was right to be worried because after a brief adjustment period in which Will's playful-ish stinging strikes start pickin' up steam the redhead starts beatin' my butt with a vengeance and just when I think she's using all her strength the spanks get harder. And harder, and harder, and harder, my firm yet well rounded cheeks jiggling with every blow and ya can probably hear the sound of her hand smackin' off my ass all the way in fuckin' Sunnydale. And LA.

Ya'd probably hear my squeals of pain too if I wasn't grippin' onto the leather seats so hard I almost ripped them and grindin' my teeth so tied together I'm surprised any sound gets out. But it does... grunts, squeals, cries and even screams, all making me feel somethin' I so rarely feel. No, not embarrassment, this is downright humiliation. And I'm fuckin' lovin' it. I don't know why exactly, some combination of being put in this position by Willow Rosenberg, of havin' her of all people publicly spanking me, of havin' a fuckin' nerdy pipsqueak I never gave a second look beat my ass till I feel like my cheeks are being attacked with a hot-poker is causing every strike to make my horny fuck hole juice.

Then suddenly it's over and I'm left there panting in the desert air, Will just staring at my ass which feels like it's redder than her hair it aches so much. Then I'm dully aware of her moving around, my entire system taken the back from what I've just gone through. All I know is Will must've had her own strap-on as when I eventually looked up I saw her removing her own jeans and then pulling a harness up her thighs, and my own newly acquired strap-on was still lying in my bag with a few other essentials.

I grinned at this new information, then try to move... but thought better of it when that made my ass ache worse. Not that I had much of a chance as Willow appeared behind me rubbin' some lube into her dildo before sharply ordering, "Don't move Faith!"

Shootin' her a look over my shoulder I offered playfully, "What? Don't ya want a pussy lickin' first? Or a blow job?"

"Maybe later." Willow said noncommittally.

I was about to remind her I don't do 'laters' or 'next times' when she pulled apart my ass cheeks and stuck her tongue in my ass. Like, literally tried to fuckin' get it in there, a couple of licks the only prelude I got to her tryin' to ram her tongue up my ass. Not that I was complaining. Fuck no, this was exactly the kind of action I'd been itchin' for. And, in another surprising turn of events, it was a pretty good rimming. Not the best I'd had, Will was kind of a messy eater, but not bad.

I'd had worse, mostly from beginners, which after awhile I decided was exactly what Willow was. She was just a little too eager, buried her face deep in between my cheeks, but not deep enough, and her tongue was just a little too sloppy to be an expert's touch. But after awhile that didn't matter. Then, whether she got better or I just got more desperate for some real action, I couldn't tell the difference. Not when that skilled fuckin' tongue had been rimmin' me for what feels like hours, turning me into a fuckin' bitch in heat.

Don't get me wrong, I love a good rim job, and this was the type of skilled rimmin' which could even make my knees go weak. But even though it feels like I'm pretty close right now I ain't ever cum from just an ass lickin'. For a moment I thought maybe this would be a first when I briefly felt a finger being shoved up my ass, and then again when it was replaced by that skilled tongue which got deeper into my tight Slayer ass then any time before it, but still I was denied.

Grittin' my teeth in frustration I grounded against the edge of the car seat, the soft fabric against my clit promising me the climax I'd been desperate for. But I couldn't do it. Not when I've been waitin' all this time to get my Slayer ass filled with a big strap-on dick, my horny shitter practically beggin' for it.

Making that a reality I finally grown through gritted teeth, "Please Will, fuck me."

Slowly I felt that tongue leave my ass and then heard Red ask me, "Fuck you where Faith?"

"In my ass! Fuck me in my ass!" I growled in frustration, not caring what I had to say to get what I wanted, "Fuck me in the ass with that big fuckin' dildo! Come on Red, shove that big fuckin' thing in my fuckin' ass! Give it to me hard and deep!"

"Then do me a favour, and spread your cheeks for me." Willow ordered, lettin' go of my cheeks so I could do as asked.

Which I did without hesitation, my hands brushing against hers I moved so fast to pull apart my own ass cheeks and expose the little hole I so desperately wanted fucked. 'Cos below it was a hole beggin' to be fucked just as much if not more than my ass hole, but while a pussy fuckin' would get me off nothin' makes me cum like a nice hard butt poundin'.

That's why when I finally feel the big head of the dick entering my tight little ass I let out a cry of joy, quickly followed by a scream as Will followed that up with a hard slam forwards, sending the first few inches of the dildo deep into my shit locker.




No Strings



Other girls, they beg for mercy right about now and probably wished they'd never been born. Me, I'm a Slayer. Pain is a way of life and I take far worse than this on a daily basis. Beside the feeling of gettin' stretched back there is so fuckin' nasty it just turns me on, and reminds me what a dirty anal whore I really am.

Sadly Red didn't get the memo, "Is, is that alright?"

"Fuck yeah Will, give it to me!" I cried out, "Give me that big fuckin' dick! Slam it up my shitter! Ram it in that slutty little bitch hole of mine. Fuckin' fill my ass with that hard dick! Give it to me hard and rough. Don't hold back, I'm a Slayer, I can take whatever yar got."

Willow stared at me for a moment, then gave me a second thrust, this one much harder and sending a couple more inches into my butt. Then she began sliding her strap-on in and out of my shit hole, inch after inch being added into my ass with every well timed thrust. In what feels like no time at all Will has got the whole dick deep inside my slutty ass and she's fuckin' it with these long steady strokes.

I reward this skilful display of ass stretchin' by continuing to spread my cheeks. Honestly it's a treat for me too as I love displayin' myself like this, but it's mostly for Will's benefit. I find tops love having a Slayer spreadin' her ass cheeks for them. Gives them a real feelin' of power, or more accurately a boost to it given that bangin' a Slayer's butt is pretty much an ego trip for them. Hell, even those who don't know what I am get a thrill from fuckin' me up the ass cause I'm a hottie and all, and while I normally don't get a good view whenever I've got a mirror or somethin' behind me I check out my own butt and damn, does my butt hole look good stretched around a big dick.

Of course while it's a good-lookin' view and I get a thrill out of displayin' myself I never keep this up for long, not when it tends to distract from the butt bustin' action. Fortunately for me Red proves herself a skilled butt buster, increasing the pace despite my distraction to the point that her thighs were smackin' off my hands kind of painfully even to me. Then when I let go of my cheeks Will not only kept fuckin' my ass but she started to pound it, my cheeks jigglin' like fuckin' jelly as the Witch drove that big dildo in and out of my butt hard and deep, turning my constant moans into cries of pleasure.

The redhead was really giving it to me hard, slamming my shitter and taking no prisoners. It was fucking amazin'. I had no fuckin' idea mousy little nerd Willow Rosenberg had this in her. I mean fuck, I'd heard she was a bad ass Witch and a lesbian to boot but I had no idea she was a such butt buster. I even laughed when she said she was a top, but now I guess the jokes on me because it looks like I really had no idea who I was dealin' with.

If I'd have known what an ass wrecker Will would be I would have bent over and spread my cheeks the first chance I got because damn this was a good butt poundin', and I taken some pretty great ones over the years. Cordy, Fred, Buffy's Mom, all the dykes in prison who I'd let them have their way with my ass were all been put to shame. Well, the prison dykes at least. Cordelia had always been a bitch, but she was a great butt fucker. And cute little Fred knew exactly what to do with a strap-on. And Buffy's Mom was, well... Buffy's Mom. But maybe, just maybe...

I was awoken from my dreamlike state when Willow smacked my right ass cheek hard enough to make it jiggle and grown dreamily, "Mmmmm fuck yes, take it Faith! Take it up the butt like the little ass whore you are!"

Wasn't sure if I was supposed to respond or not. I chose not as I was busy savourin' the pleasure of the hard butt poundin', and perhaps more importantly slammin' my ass back against the rectum wreckin' thrusts, which of course made the shitter slammin' ten times better.

It was sure as hell better than the slow shit she started off with. Don't get me wrong I appreciate a little foreplay, and the rimming I got was great, but I'm a fuckin' Slayer. I don't need any gentle shitter stretchin'. In fact I love it when my back hole gets busted wide open and banged hard and deep right from the get go.

Will was really wrecking my rectum now though, my ass cheeks jigglin' with the impact of her relentless thrusts as she pulled my hair and growled, "Take it bitch, take it! Take it right up your skanky ass! Mmmmm, you love it up the ass, don't you Faith?"

"Mmmmm fuck yeah, I love it! Fuck me harder!" I screamed, "Shit Red, yer soooooooo fuckin' good at this! Aaaaahhhhh mother fucker, give me that dick! Give it to me! Fuckin' fuck my tight Slayer ass! Oh fuck, I love it up the ass, fuckin' do me like a slut, ooooooohhhhhhh FUCK!"

I kept begging for more while clawing at the seats and hammerin' my ass against Will's rectum rammer, my nostrils flaring at the stench of leather, pussy juice, sweat and ass as we got down to some serious butt ruttin'. Cars whizzed past us, most of them honking their horns in approval or shock or whatever at the sight as even though Red was still mostly clothed it was pretty clear what we were doing. Well, mostly. Passers-by probably thought it was my pussy being pounded, not my ass hole, but whatever. Just knowing people were watching me gettin' fucked was enough, and if they heard my screams and figured out exactly what hole the redhead was fuckin' all the better.

That in mind I only screamed louder, "FUCKING FUCK ME RED! FUCK MY ASS! ASS FUCK ME! FUCK ME IN THE FUCKIN' ASS LIKE THE ANAL WHORE I AM! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKKK YESSSSSSSS, JUST LIKE THAT, FUCK MY ASS! POUND MY BUTT! WRECK MY RECTUM! GAPE MY FUCKIN' SHIT HOLE YOU BITCH! MMMMMM FUCK, FUCKIN' TEAR MY ASS HOLE APART AND LEAVE IT GAPING WIDE! OHHHHHHH SHIT, DESTROY MY FUCKIN' SHIT LOCKER, MMMMMMMM, FUCKIN' RAPE MY SLAYER ASS, AAAAAAHHHHH FUCK, SLAM ME, SLAM MY SLUTTY SLAYER SHITTER, AAAAAAAHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK YEAHHHHHHHHHH!"

All of a sudden I came good and hard. Pure bliss exploded from my untouched cunt and well pounded ass, sensation shootin' straight to my brain and all over my body, causin' me to shake with ecstasy. I'd tried just about every sex act there was and nothin' had ever made me cum as hard as bein' butt fucked by a hot chick with a strap-on dick, hence why I eagerly sought out the most skilled rectum wreckers I could find for my slutty Slayer ass. This was possibly the best butt fuckin' I've ever gotten and unsurprisingly resulted in a series of fuckin' amazin' climaxes, one after the other rocking my body until I was a screamin' wreck.

Without warnin' it comes to an end, that gloriously big dildo being pulled from my butt before I can even properly enjoy my last orgasm. I'd fuckin' yell at Will if I had the energy.

Luckily for me being a Slayer means I'm never out of breath for too long and eventually I found myself lookin' around to see Willow staring lustfully at my backside. Clearly the redhead was admirin' her handiwork, and as far as I could tell it was some pretty damn fine work as my ass hole felt like it was gaping open enough to fit a baseball bat inside it.

Fuck, wish there was a mirror around so I could take a look as seein' my butt hole gape really gets my engine runnin'. On the plus side a couple of lucky passers-by got a great look at my battered butt, their horns blaring in I'm guessing approval really gettin' me going again.

Feelin' suddenly fresh as a daisy, except for some unsurprising soreness in my ass, I looked over my shoulder to see Will still admiring the view. More importantly I saw her weapon of ass destruction still danglin' from between her legs, that long thick strap-on dick still covered in my yummy ass cream.

Eager to show off what a slut I am, especially seein' as how Willow had earned it and all, I slowly crawled over to the redhead til I was kneeling in front of her, opened my mouth wide and slowly lowered it on that big strap-on which had just been poundin' away at my slutty Slayer ass. Kept my jaw so wide open my lips didn't even touch Red's fuck stick at first, not til I wrapped em around that dick and started suckin', the moan I let out anything but fake.

I fucking love the taste of ass, especially when it's my own. That goes double when we're talkin' the tip, that in this case life-like head having reached the very deepest part of my butt which makes me feel even nastier for suckin' on it. Not that I didn't thoroughly clean the rest of the shaft. Fuck no, I took every inch down my throat like a fuckin' pro. Then I bobbed my head on that fucker til I'd sucked every drop of my butt juice off of it, then I sucked it some more.

Halfway taking the dildo down my throat I feel Will grabbin' a handful of hair loosely, Red disappointing me for the first time in a while by not shoving me all the way down her dick or beginning to fuck my mouth as hard as she just fucked my ass. She sort of ended up doing both, first one then the other, but it was slow and lazy, the redhead either too tired to pound my throat or afraid she'd hurt me. I'm guessing the first one, but it still reminded me of her presence, and I loved lookin' at her as I gave her probably the best blow job she'd ever had.

Right at the end she finally broke the silence by murmuring, "Wow Faith, that was... wow."

I couldn't disagree, and not just because I had my mouth full.

The end, maybe.



No Strings...



"C'mon up," the voice boomed. 

'C'mon down!' I muse, 'Sounds like the announcer on that game show.' 

Ivan? Michael? Hard to tell who on the intercom sometimes. 

The familiar click of the door lock opening.

'Okay,' I tell myself, 'here goes.' 

'That's what I said the very first time I came over,' I am remembering. And that bit about the game show.' 

'Well, that was then. And this is now.'

In the elevator, my anticipation is increasing with each floor lighting up on the indicator. For what we are about to get into. For what I am eventually going to be telling them.

Upside. Getting naked with them. Snogging. Sucking. Fucking. 'Fuck, I love those guys,' I say to myself. Then, realizing, 'No. No, don't be saying .. don't even be thinking that.' 'No strings attached.' 'NSA. All the way.' 

Downside. 'Snogging, sucking, fucking, it is NSA only for so long.' Then. 

And now it was then. The ache in the pit of my stomach. Despite vowing 'no strings' I had allowed myself to developed feelings for both of them. The 'L' word even. Not daring to say it aloud or even admit. But that is what it was. And I knew it.

'Fuck,' I tell myself, 'You're an adult male, and you have been indulging in some very adolescent behaviour. And you knew you could get burned. And now you have.' 

'Time to end it. Time to tell them. No more. Tonight. That's it. After. I am resolved. I'm going to tell them.'

He opens the door just as I touch the buzzer. Ivan, - naked, like what else? - flings his arms around me, pulling me to him, just this side of crushing my ribs, this big bear of a man, this lovable, huggable bear of a man, as strong as he looks and then some, with an appetite twice as strong again when it comes to getting it on man to man. I pull him into me, as much as I am able, his mouth on mine, mine returning his kiss. 

I feel his hand groping at my crotch. "So how's it hanging?" he asks. Then, without waiting for answer, "Fuck, it been missing you". I reach for what is between his legs. It has only been two days. But it could have been a lifetime I am that horny, wanting to get it on with them. Fuck, was I going to miss this. 

I look around, expecting Michael. "He's away," Ivan says, anticipating me. "Gonna be an hour, maybe. In the meantime it is you and me." Michael, as much the big bear of a man, just as lovable, just as huggable, just as strong as Ivan, stronger even, maybe, and like Ivan, with an appetite twice as big as he is when it comes to getting naked with a guy. He is one hungry dude.

Now, "Outta these," Ivan says, tugging my sweat shirt over my head, going for my belt, undoing it, unzipping my fly, and letting my pants drop to my ankles. 

"Commando," he says, approvingly, "I like how you go commando."

I am always commando. Only once that I could remember I had been wearing dress clothes when I came round, and then, yeah, when I wear the glad rags I wear gotchees. Otherwise I wear jeans, and when I wear jeans I go commando. 

He bends down, unties my shoes and tugs them off. Then my socks and has me step out of my pants. He folds them, - my pants, sweat shirt, - and places them neatly on an end of the chesterfield, tucks my socks in my shoes and places them on the floor in front. He is the neat freak.

I am as naked as he is, and he pulls me to himself again, this time his mouth on my mouth in one long, sensuous kiss. Then we break.

"You're staying the night, aren't you?" he asks. 

"Yes," I respond. 'Fuck,' I bite my tongue, realizing immediately what I had just agreed to, in spite of what I had resolved. 'Well, one more night.' 'Tell them in the morning,' I say to myself. 

Again, his mouth is on mine, and I am responding, giving as good as I get. 

When we break, "Fuck, man, I like it when we are naked, and kissing," he says. 

"Goes for me too!" I say, as we drop on the chesterfield, to continue making out. His hands are all over me. Mine all over him. Mouth to mouth, snogging. Mouth on my nipples. Mine on his. Licking my pecs, my abs. Fuck. My loins stirring. Then, again, mouth on mouth. Breaking. Now, locked in another one. Again we break.

Out of breath, "Fuck," he says, "Can't get enough of you!" 

"Whew. Ditto," I say, once I have gotten my breath. 

"You showered?" he wants to know.

"This morning," I reply. 

"Hmnn," he says. 

That can mean only one thing. I am gonna get rimmed. 'Rimming is not really my thing,' Ivan had said once, 'but when it comes to it, I will rim a showered ass.' My ass is one he rims.

"Shaved?" he asks.

"This morning," I repeat.

"Hmnn," he says again. Again meaning only one thing. I am gonna get showered and shaved. And he is going to shower me and shave me. And shaved, he is going to not only rim me, he is gonna get me ready for Michael. Tonguing me, 'fluffing' me, ready for Michael to fuck me, penetrate me, deep, giving me all he's got, cumming in me, breeding me. Fuck, I am coming up hard. Well, as hard as I get. 'I get fucked tonight," I tell myself, 'Big time!'

We check the water for temperature, and step into the shower. Hot water streaming down our bodies, his body bumping up against mine, mine against his. 'Fuck, this I hot,' I am saying to myself, feeling him, skin to skin. His hairy, against my not so hairy. Wet. He lathers up the sponge, then rubs me down, slowly, languidly, shoulders, pecs, pits, arms, abs, legs, calves, feet, one foot at a time, leaving my genitals and my ass for the time being. Then he hands me the sponge, and my turn, I rub him down, though it is a redundancy - he's probably showered a couple of times already today - but I am up for it, shoulders, pecs, pits, arms, abs, legs, calves, feet, one foot then the other, gently massaging them, and likewise leaving cock, scrotum, and ass for the time being. Always. Always for special attention.

He lathers his hands, then takes my cock and lathers it. All soapy and slick. Slowly. Sensuously. I feel it stiffening.

Then my balls. Cupping my scrotum. Rolling my balls around inside it. Soapy, slowly, sensuously. And fuck, I feel my temperature rising, going up and up. 

'Okay,' he says, 'between your legs.'

I prop one foot on the edge of the shower. He goes in past my balls, sponging my gooch, into the crack in my ass. 

'Need you to turn,' he says. I turn, and he is sponging down my ass cheeks, then - 'bend, can you?' - and he is into my crack, and sponging my asshole. Slowly, - 'slowly with feeling' - sensuously. Wringing out the sponge, letting it fill with water, flooding out my crack and ass.

My turn. I lather my hands, take his cock and lather it, as he did mine. All soapy and slick. Slowly. Sensuously. I feel it stiffening.

Now his balls. Cupping his scrotum. Rolling his balls around inside it. Those lovely gelatinous orbs. Again soapy, slowly, sensuously. And fuck, I feel my dick stiffening. His dick stiffening. Again the anticipation level climbing higher and higher. 

'Okay, between your legs,' I tell him.

As I did, he props a foot on the edge of the shower. I go in past his balls, sponging his gooch, into the crack in his ass. 

'Need you to turn,' I say and he does. I sponge down his ass cheeks, then - 'bend, ,' - and I am into his crack, and feeling and sponging his asshole. Taking my time. Slowly, sensuously. Feeling it beneath my fingers. Wringing out the sponge, letting it fill with water, flooding out his crack and ass.

"Hello,"- it's Micheal coming in the door - "Room for a third?" he asks, jauntilly. Fully dressed, he's pulling his shirt out of his pants, unbuttoning it, undoing his belt, stepping out of his loafers, sockless, dropping his pants to the floor, stepping out of them, and pitching them to the chesterfield. Now, naked, he steps into the shower. "C'mere," he says, scooping me to him, skin to skin, going mouth to mouth, and I am pulling him to me. One long luxurious kiss. The water streaming down us.

"Fuck," he says when we break, "liking that. Liking that. Been waiting for that since we knew you were coming over."

"Mmmm, you and me both," I say. 

'Fuck,' I am thinking to myself, 'And I am giving this all up. Fuck.'

He shakes his head back and forth, water swirling out of his hair. 'Fuck,' I am thinking, 'he is one sexy dude.' 

"You wanna shave him?" Ivan asks. He has the can of gel, and razor. 

"My pleasure," Michael says, upbeat.

'My pleasure,' I say to myself. 'My pleasure!' Pure pleasure. Carnal. Tantalizingly dangerous. His hands in my crotch with a blade. He's squirting the gel into his hand. Now rubbing his two palms together. Now lathering my balls and dick. 

"Ready?" he asks. I'm ready, and nod my head, telling him to go ahead. Time was I was terrified seeing him with the razor, about to barber my privates. My now not so private privates. Now how many shaves and no nicks or scrapes later, I can't wait for him to be cupping my scrotum, manipulating it to shave it down, the blade first with, then against the grain. Skillful. My dick likewise, his hand manipulating it to get down to its root, the blade shaving away what pubic hair there might be. No matter that this morning I had done the same. He likes it, they like it, clean and smooth, and more than that they like shaving it clean and smooth. And I like it, being shaved.

"Okay, balls to ass," he says. 

I cock one leg on the john, opening up the the join between scrotum and ass. He lathers between my legs, balls to ass, then skillfully strokes the lather away, and what hair there may have been. He swipes his hand through, between my legs, into my crack, feeling it. He is obviously satisfied, pleased with his handiwork. 

Now my ass. For this I bend over and spread my cheeks. Again, he lathers it, and deftly wields the razor around my asshole, feeling it out with his other hand. A touch-up here, there, now fingering my hole, satisfied that he has me shaved clean. And feeling it, I am liking what I am feeling, tender skin, refreshingly smooth. And the astringency of the aftershave balm, tingling, caressingly applied. 

All this time he has a throbbing hard-on. 

I look at it and I am envious. He's well endowed, very well endowed, yes, but it's been a long time since I have been hard like that. 

Diabetic. ED. Erectile dysfunction. Best I can muster anymore is a chubby, thicker than when I am soft, but not those glorious hard-ons I once used to sport. 

Same with Ivan. Likewise diabetic. LIkewise ED. Likewise a chubby at best. 

They had put up a post on a personals site, looking for a sympathetic j-o buddy, someone who would not be put off by the needs of someone with ED, someone to augment what Michael could do for Ivan. Someone who would be compatible with both, no strings attached, for sexual intimacies, 'cuddling, snuggling, kissing, sucking, 'maybe more.'' 

Same thing I was looking for. I was on the bounce from a two-some that had gone really sour. Missing the 'cuddling, snuggling, kissing, sucking, 'maybe more', the sexual intimacies. Still hungering for them, really. Aching for them. Just not the rest of the baggage. No strings attached. Okay, suits me. Three-way. Well, I had done that, years ago now. I answered it. 

For Ivan, I was his new 'handy friend with benefits', as we would joke, with emphasis on the handy. Sympathetic to his need for manual stimulation and manipulation above and beyond the more usual stroking to finally get him over the edge, and blowing off his perennial horniness. Same went for me. 

For Michael, well, like Ivan, man Friday. And any other day of the week. Up for just about anything. Catcher, just not the pitcher.

A bitch, neuropathy, destroying a guy's ability to get it up, and get it off. Robbing him of his manliness, really, his sense of self, not being able to get it up. Getting it off, well, eventually you could get it over the top. Just takes longer. But other times, horny as you might be, no matter how you stroke, and rub, and squeeze, and massage and manipulate, it just is not going happen. Just gotta put it off for another day. Frustration.

Same goes for sucking. There are some days, and there are other days. Some days, a bit of caressing your balls, tonguing the corolla, stroking the shaft, sucking on it deeply, and there you go. Other days, you can suck, and play with it with your tongue, suck on his balls, roll them around in your mouth, up and down his dick, and, nope, you finally just gotta give it up, and come back to it later. Horny and frustrated.

Fucking. No, no probs. Sure the asshole and the anus have lost some of their sensation, but when you've got a Michael, and he fills your channel, and gets off on getting off in you, way up in there, well ... Just not up for reciprocation.

Michael sees me eyeing his hard-on. "You want?" he smirks. 

"You fucking know I do!" I reply.

"Then let's go get it," he retorts, grabbing me, grabbing Ivan, pulling us with him to the bedroom, tossing us onto the bed, then falling on the bed with us. There is giggling and laughter as he grabs for our dicks, and we grab for his.

And we are into it. Ivan. Michael. Me. Snogging. Face sucking. Nipple nibbling. Groping. Grappling. Tickling. Toe fighting. Feet in crotches, massaging balls. Giggling. More groping, grappling, tickling. Three-way. Ivan. Me. Michael. Hot. Steamy. Heavy duty. Come up for air whenever. 

And then Michael is between us, Ivan's dick in one hand, mine in the other, shaking them back and forth, round and round. It means only one thing. He is going to go down on us, alternating, back and forth, and Ivan, if I don't get to it first, is going to go down on Michael, and, round robin, we are all going to get it off, or attempt to, each of us, together.

Michael is down on me, and, - 'fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, fuck, I like this,' - sucking on me, massaging me with his mouth, tonguing round and round my corolla, - 'fuck, fuck, fuck, oh, fuck, Michael, Michael'. I stretch out, tuck my head into Ivan's groin, and get his cock in my mouth. And Ivan gets to go down on Michael's hard-on. The three of us, interweaving like some human Celtic knot, bringing each other on. 

Then, on some unspoken cue, we switch. I get Michael's hard-on, Michael's gets Ivan's chubby, and Ivan gets mine. Sucking, and tonguing, and deep-throating, and groins beginning to churn. Then we change again, sucking, tonguing, now moaning, getting closer and closer. We change again, and the face fucking begins. Driving it home. Going for the finish. A quick change, face fucking harder, slamming in and out. Hands grabbing at bodies. I am coming. I know I am coming. Who's got me? Doesn't matter. I am shooting. And somebody is shooting in my mouth. And I hear the other two obviously shooting into whoever's mouth has got them. Doesn't matter. We'll snowball. Then snowball again. And one more time. Then swallow. 'Fuck, oh, fuck, that was good. Oh, fuck, that was good.'

We lay back, in each other's arms, looking into each other's eyes, spent, temporarily. 

'Good one,' Ivan says. And Michael and I chorus in agreement, 'Good one.' 

Mellow. Mellow. Mellow. 

We lay there, holding hands, enjoying the moment. A long moment. 

Michael flips over onto his belly. "You guys ready for the big one?" he asks.

Ivan looks at me, I look at Ivan. This is what I have come for. To get fucked by Michael. "Ready," I say, and I hear Ivan, "Ready."

"Okay. You guys prep yourselves, and I will do my number," Michael says.

Prepping means rimming, tonguing, fingering. I am smiling, thinking how once I thought this was disgusting. Until I got a taste for it. Now, it is the penultimate. The best part before the best part. Ivan is on his belly, and I bury my nose between his cheeks, taking in his ass smells, savouring them. Then, with my tongue, circling round his asshole, savouring what I am tasting, Ivan moaning. Then probing his asshole, rolling my tongue to penetrate it. Poking it in and out. Then circling it again. Then probing it again, Ivan moaning beneath me. "Oh, fuck," he is saying, "Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck me." I lick my third finger to lube it, push into his hole, working it around. Ivan grabs a handful of the bedding. I pull it out, lick it again, stick it in again. Ivan's moans are turning to pleading, - "Yes," he is saying, emphatically, "Yes. Yes. Now. Now." I lick my second and third fingers, and probe into his asshole, working them in and out. Ivan is pleading, his asshole squeezing on my fingers, "Now. Now," he is begging.

Just as soon as Ivan is prepped I drop onto my belly, and Ivan, in his heat, buries his nose in my crack, his tongue deftly circling my asshole, probing my asshole, in and out. "Fuck," I hear myself saying, "Oh, fuck, fuck, so good, so good." Then I feel his finger, then fingers, probing deep, past the second knuckle, and I hear myself saying, "Yes, yes, yes, yes," and I am pleading, "Fuck me, Michael, now Michael, fuck me." 

Michael has been stroking himself, getting it up hard, forcing it downwards, letting it fly back up, hitting him in the belly. Then side to side. I hear him tearing open the Magnum, to slide it down his length. A squeeze of lube, cool, wet, in my ass, Michael's finger spreading it round. Then I sense Michael kneeling over me, his thighs either side mine, and in my asshole, not Ivan's fingers, but Michael's hard on, pushing, pushing into me. Pushing against the sphincter. Pushing hard against it. Then the sphincter ever so slightly yielding, and Michael continuing to push. He is in, the sudden surprise, always, of being penetrated. And then, deep breath, pushing against him, wanting to expel him, then relaxing to push against him again, but instead, suddenly yielding, and I am surrendering myself to Michael gliding into my passage.

'Oh, it is good,' I am telling myself, 'Good. So good. Michael in me, pushing himself all the way in, deep into my anus, filling it, filling me with his hard on. I hear myself groaning, now working my interior muscles to pull him in even further. And then beginning to stroke. Sliding. In. Out. In. Out. 

I feel an arm across my shoulder, Ivan pulling me to him. Ivan waiting his turn, hot and ready for Michael to pull out of me and penetrate him. 

I feel the void. I feel Ivan, his both full length touching mine, tensing as Michael probes his asshole, pushing into it, pushing against the sphincter, once, twice, then Ivan tensing as if to eject him, but instead admitting him into his anus, yielding as Michael pushes himself deeper and deeper into Ivan's belly. My turn, I stretch my arm across Ivan's shoulder, cradling him, hearing him moan, as Michael begins to stroke. In. Out. In. Out. 

Then I feel a quick cold squeeze of lube around my asshole, and Michael is mounting me again, his hard on on target, the penetration, pushing into my asshole, against the sphincter, the sphincter again resisting. Then, when I push against him, yielding, and again I have Michael in me. Ivan's arm is across my shoulder as Michael begins stroking, - in, out, in, out - then together, me meeting him stroke for stroke, we are fucking. 'Oh, fuck, I like this. I like this,' I tell myself. 'Don't stop. Don't stop. Take me all the way.'

Not yet. Again, it is Ivan's turn. Michael is pulling out of me, and Ivan, his arm around my shoulder is saying, "Don't."

Micheal stops. "Don't what?" he asks. 

"Don't stop fucking him," Ivan says.

"Whaa?" Michael is nonplussed. "We've always .." he starts, then restarts, "I've always .. " he stops again, then restarts again, "Don't you want me to fuck you?" he asks.

"Yes. Not saying that," Ivan says, "Just that tonight, I want you should stay with him. Fuck him. Fuck him for me. Take him home. Breed him."

'Holy Fuck,' I am thinking. 

"Fuck, that what you want?" Michael asks Ivan, "You're sure?"

"I'm sure," Ivan says. I feel him squeeze my shoulder.




No Strings...



"Fuck," Michael says. Then cradling me to him, "Looks like it's you and me, Babe," he says. "Ride 'em cowboy!" And he plunges himself into me right up to his pubes. 

And ride 'em we do. It is like he has gone into overdrive. Rearing back, he drives himself forward, ploughing into me I am sure his full length. Then out and in again, and again, and again. I feel Ivan's arm beneath my shoulders, holding me. 

Michael is fucking me like he has never fucked me before. Deeper and rougher and more forcefully. It is like I can feel him right up in my solar plexus. Driving himself into me. His cock probing the walls of my passage. Exploring pockets never before discovered. 

And I am giving as good as I get. Thrusting my hips up to meet his as. Grinding my pelvis around his cock every time he thrusts forward and pulls back. The walls of my anus squeezing it on every thrust, pulling him in as he pulls out. 

He has a powerful rhythm going. But every now and then, he breaks it with a jerk, and drives himself forcefully high up into me. Almost like a hiccup, and a powerful reaction to it. Now he is giggling.

"Whaaa?" I manage to ask.

"Ivan," he blurts out, "he's fingering my ass. Then he pokes his finger in my asshole."

"Bugger," I snort, half joking, directing it to Ivan.

"Me?" Ivan retorts, feigning all innocence. "I'm not the one who is buggering you." 

Then he adds, " Nice bum. Would if I could." 

"I know you would," I fire back. "And I would let you, if you could!" "Just like I would bum-fuck you, if I could," I add, trying to make light of our deficiencies. "That's why Michael gets to do it." 

He has poked Michael again, and Michael drives himself into me.

"Love it," I say, "Love it, Ivan. Don't quit. Love it." 

Okay, buggering me. Yes, I have had my share of dicks up my bum. Some good. Some not so good. Michael, though, and his nine inch prong, and what he doesn't do with it, they are in a class by themselves. Unbelievable.

'And, yeah,' my inner voice is saying, 'you are

just now getting to where you can take him, and you are gonna be throwing it over.' I tell myself 'Not now.' Now is not the time for any inner dialogue.

There's a change in what Michael is doing. Now powerful deep thrusts, over and over again. More powerful than I can ever remember. Deeper than I ever I can remember. 

Ivan recognizes what is happening, and works his hand to my dick, massaging my balls, now stroking me.

Michael is slamming into me, harder and harder, high in the saddle, and I am bucking beneath him.

"Harder. Fuck me harder," I am saying to him, "I can take it." I rise up to meet his thrusts, just as forcefully as he is delivering them, twisting and turning, this way and that. Higher, and harder. 

His arms around me, mine around him, he slams into me harder. I grind my hips, and he grinds his, the two of us grinding together. Now raising my hips to meet him pushing deep into me. He's riding me, holding my shoulders. I buck and twist and turn, urging him to likewise. Buck and twist and turn. 

'Fuck,' I hear him, "You're a wild man!"

"Me?" I snort, "You!" "Just give it to me." "Harder."

He pulls back, and rams it home, and ramming it home, he drills down on my prostate. It hits me like a jolt, a high voltage electric shock, head to toe, sparks everywhere. 

I deliver one powerful hip thrust, forcing him pube-deep into me. "Whoa," he says, "What was that?" 

"My magic on button," I tell him. "Do it again, and hang on."

He probes for it again, hits it, and again, sparks. Everywhere. Head to toe. I buck beneath him, lifting him high off me. He probes it again, and again, and each time the jolt of electricity, raising us both off the bed. He hits it again, and I am soaring. Again. And again. And again. 

"Fuck me," I am saying, calling his name, "Fuck me." "Michael." Over and over again. "Fuck me." "Michael." "Fuck me." 

And Ivan's name. Ivan is working my cock and balls for all he is worth, squeezing, massaging, - "Wooo, Ivan" - going for what stimulation he can, bringing me on. "C'mon, baby," he is saying. "C'mon." "Come when he comes." 

Michael now is pounding me harder and harder, going deeper and deeper. He's a jackhammer,driving it home. Over and over again. Harder. Faster. Again. And again. And again. 

I hear myself, "Fuck me." "Fuck me." "Fuck me." "Fuck me." "Fuck me." "Fuck me."

I am soaring higher and higher, and higher. "Fuck me, Michael." "Fuck me." "Fuck me." I am going into orbit. "Ivan." "Ivan." "Michael,fuck me." "Fuck me."

Then, suddenly, Michael is dead still. He is holding me. I hear him still calling my name, repeating it over and over, just as I am calling his name. Together now we are soaring, now planing, gliding, in a new dimension. And deep within me, I know Michael is discharging what has been building in his loins. Shooting out of him, from his loins, the essence of himself. Holding me tight, in as deep as he can be, ejaculation upon ejaculation, breeding me, except for the latex barrier. 

And, ecstasy upon ecstasy, I am discharging what has been building in my loins, warm, semi-fluid, the essence of myself, ejaculating it between our bellies, into Ivan's hand. And I am calling Ivan's name. With Michael's. Over and over.

Bliss. Pure bliss. 

Time standing still. Time merging with space. 

From his mouth, - Michael's - a sound, - guttural, shapeless, primal, male - unlike any other that I have heard, the proclamation of being male and having bested another male, and claiming that other male for his own. And from my mouth, from my innermost being, a like sound, guttural, shapeless, primal, male, responding, knowing again what it is to give myself to be fucked. To be fucked - and fucked good. To be claimed by him. And to have given as good as I got. I am his. And he is mine.

'Hold me," I am telling them, - Michael, Ivan, - "Hold me tight." And I feel them, brute strength, gathering me in their arms, their cheeks to my cheeks, still repeating my name. Then kisses. Kisses and more kisses. Michael's mouth. Ivan's mouth. 

"Fuck," Michael is saying, "Fuck." Over and over again. Over and over again.

His weight on top of me, his semen inside me, I am enjoying this moment. Treasuring it. Every second of it. 

Now heads are bunting into my neck above my shoulders. My name is still on their lips. Ivan holding me. Michael holding me. Michael holding Ivan. Me holding Ivan. 

Coming down. 

Our holds loosening. 

Michael inside of me beginning to soften. 

'Fuck, I love these guys,' I say to myself. 

And immediately my inner voice is saying, 'And you are walking away from them.' 

The ecstasy is gone. Again the ache in the pit of my stomach. I hug them to me, tears about to spill from my eyes.

Now Ivan rolling onto his back, reaching for my hand, his hand warm and wet with what I have shot into it.

Michael, long and slow, is vacating me, and I feel the emptiness.

Michael reaching for my hand, bringing it to my belly, holding it there. 

Michael, with his other hand, stroking himself, still sheathed in the latex. 

Suddenly, I want to go down on it before he can strip it off. I want the taste of where he has been, what juices of mine that he has stirred up. And then to strip off the latex and take into my mouth what of him I can from his quivering hard-on. To go down on him, while he is softening, to taste, to savour, what there is of himself, still wet and warm that only moments before he had ejaculated within me, driving me to ecstasy. And to share it with him and with Ivan, their mouths warm and wet and eager.

Never before have I done this. Have we done this. Now it is like I am compelled to. We are compelled to. Face into his groin. Funky. I get the scent of man sex, the scent of Eros, the dank scent of his heated crotch, the sweet brown after-smell of ass-fucking. Going down on it. Taking it into my mouth.

Now stripping off the latex, going down on it again, eager for his man juice. Tasting it. Savouring it. 

Sharing it. Mouth to mouth with Ivan, with Michael.

But not stopping, I am going down on him again. Working him. Cupping his balls, kneading them. Sucking him. Tonguing his foreskin. Up and down on him, stimulating him to come again if he is able, to shoot into my mouth what may be remaining in his loins. Suddenly he is heaving up from the bed, his hands on his belly, and he is flooding my mouth with what I had hoped I could get from him. 

Now sharing it, Ivan and I, and then Michael, mouths wet and sloppy. 

And we lay there. The three of us. 

Ivan's arms are now around me, Michael's interwoven with Ivan's. 

"Fuck," Michael says emphatically, "You are a wild man. " 

"You like?" I ask, playfully.

"I like," Michael says. "And you know I do!" 

We lay there, Ivan on my left, arm cradling my shoulder, Michael on my right, his leg now thrown over mine. 

I don't want this to be the end. 

We continue to lay there. Michael is palming my belly, and I am savouring the mood and feeling. Ivan is nuzzling my ear.

Reverie. Michael, Ivan, me. Man with man with man. Like our ancient Celtic forebears, bedding together, sharing the physical intimacies of each with each, sexually, man with man with man. 

Michael breaks in on it, sitting up. "That's it," he says, "I'm done. Fucked out. Shower and bed." 

And to me, "You are staying the night?"

"I am," I affirm. I feel Ivan squeezing my hand. 

'Tomorrow is another day,' I tell myself.

"Ok, showers it is." Michael says, and he is off the bed, Ivan and I following on.

I woke up once for sure, twice maybe in the night. The first time Ivan's arm was around me and he was softly snoring in my ear. Michael was stretched out beside me, his hand again on my belly. I was content. More than content. 

The second time, maybe I was dreaming, I was in Michael's arms, his cheek against my cheek, his mouth at my ear, Ivan's arm cradling me. And it is running through my mind, 'Fuck, I love these guys. Fuck, I love these guys. I don't want to give this up. This is too good.' 

I was the last to awaken in the morning. It was Ivan, his mouth wet and sloppy, who was waking me, kissing me awake. 'Mmmmm,' I like this,' I am telling myself, smelling Ivan's manscent, coming awake.

I stretch, and throw my arms around him. "Morning,' I say. 

'Morning yourself,' he says, asking 'Sleep well?" 

"Like a baby," I mumble. "Something like that, anyway," I continue, slurring, trying for half-awake good humour. 'You?"

"Like a baby," he comes back, smacking me on the backside, "Up. Michael's already in the kitchen."

"Time is it?" I ask. 

"Breakfast," Ivan says.

"Lemme go pee first," I say, and head for the bathroom. Not too steadily. 'A little wobbly on your feet,' I remark to myself, 'Not moving any too quick this morning, are you.'

Washing my hands in the basin, I check out my face in the mirror, 'Ugh, rough one,' I say, 'you look like you have been dragged through the proverbial knothole backwards.' 

'Good one, that, last night,' I tell myself, grinning. 

Then the inner voice, 'And you are going to tell them this morning?' 

'Yes,' I say, annoyed at myself for this persistence, 'I am going to tell them this morning. Not before breakfast. Not over breakfast. After.' 

None of us have bothered to dress, naked as we had slept. Normal for breakfast the morning after. Michael is chef, all energy. "Eggs? Cereal? What's it gonna be first," he asks. 

"Coffee," I say, smelling it brewing. 

"Coffee, it is," he says, putting a mug in front of me, filling it. "Cream, sugar, right there," he says, his hand with the coffee pot indicating where. 

"Now," he continues, "Top up your protein quotient? Or you still going on last night?" He is smirking. 

"Eggs, yeah," I say, "And cereal." And realizing I am hungry, I add, 'Fuck, I could eat a horse. "

"Hmm, well, best we can do is a couple of asses," he replies, pleased with his pun, "You could eat those out." 

The conversation continues with further lewd comments about our capabilities in bed, each of us, and each of us defending our honour, each of us in a jovial mood. Conversation moves to what is in this morning's news on television, Ivan and Michael batting opinion back and forth, and I chip in a comment when able. We move on to plans for the day, upbeat, how I am welcome to join them, no problem. I am non-committal. They look at me, puzzled, but shrug it off. Then, the ache in the pit of my stomach, and I, not unconnected, suddenly have to go evacuate my bowels. 

Sitting on the john, 'I know,' I tell my inner voice, 'it is now you tell them.' 'Literally,' I muse, 'as Ivan would tell you, 'time to poop and to get off the pot.' 'Moment of truth.'

I flush. I wash my hands. I rehang the towel, and leave to rejoin them. 'Fuck, I do love them, both of them,' I am telling myself again. 'I just wish ..' 

No,' I interrupt my thought, and tell myself again, what I told myself yesterday,'You're an adult male, and you have been indulging in some very adolescent behaviour. And you knew you could get burned. And now you have. Time to end it. Just do it. Clean.' 

They are sitting on the chesterfield, side by side, Ivan's hand in Michael's crotch, stroking his leg. 

"So," Michael asks, "what's the word?"

"All systems functioning normally," I fire back. And hoping to add a little levity, "Thought for sure after the ass-pounding last night, I wasn't gonna shit for a week."

Michael snorted, "That good, eh!" 

"That good!" "You know it," I reply.

"C'mon here," Ivan says, signalling me to join them on the chesterfield, the two of them separating so I would sit between them. "Need to know what you think." 

"Think about what?" I asked. Whatever it is is pre-empting for the moment what I was going to say to them. I settle myself between them. Not exactly a tight squeeze, but not exactly not one either.

Ivan looks past me at Michael. 

"What?" I asked them. 

Michael looks at me, and says simply, "We would like to put your name on the lease."

"Lease? What lease?" I ask.

"Our lease," Ivan replies, "On this place."

"Your lease. On this place." I echo, just making sure I had heard correctly.

"Yes. We want you to move in with us," Michael clarifies. "All of us to bunk in together. The three of us. A threesome."

"Whoa," I come back. This I was not expecting. A threesome, yeah, in my wildest dreams, something I had somehow hoped for. But I never figured it was something that could happen. Now here it was, out in front of me.

I wasn't sure how to go about replying. "Well, ..," I start, and Ivan interrupts.

"You like us, don't you?" he asks, continuing, "And you're here as much as you are at home."

'Well, I'm not really here all that much,' I am thinking, then, 'Well, maybe I am.'

"Yes, I like you," I reply emphatically.

"And we like you. More than like you, really. Very fond of you, really." 

"And likewise," I say. There's a lump rising in my throat. I look at Michael, wondering what he might be thinking. He is nodding his affirmation. 

Ivan continues, "So we've been talking about it, Michael and I, and we decided to put it to you. You move in here with us, - the three of us, together." "Hang together." "In the big bed," he adds slyly. 

'Fuck,' I am thinking, all that I had been thinking about, and maybe more, being held out to me. All I have to do is say 'yes.'

"Well?" Michael asks.

Ivan jumps in, again, "Family. We'd be family. The three of us."

He continues, "When you go home, you go home alone to an empty pad. Yourself and four walls. Here, well, a one-bedroom, yes, but lotsa room, lots more room than where you are, to stretch out in, as much privacy as you need, whenever. And you know what we can offer you in terms of 'amentities'!"

"Fuck," I said aloud. 

"Yes, that," Ivan deadpans, "As much sucking and fucking, and snuggling, and snogging, as you can manage!" 

It was all I had come to hope for. From the first that I had known I was falling for them, It was what I had somehow hoped for. Together whenever, instead of just once in a while, and then singly when one or the other wanted company when the other was away. Dinners, cooking it up in the kitchen. Shopping. Groceries. Michael buying his shirts. Ivan sampling his forbidden candies. The beach. The gym - well, that was more my thing. Movies. Evenings at home, the chesterfield and the big TV. Nights, the big bed. 

"You'd like to?" Michael queries.

"Yes," I reply, forcefully.

"Say the word, and we can move you in today," Michael says. "We'll buy up your lease where you are, and get you over here." 

"Fuck," I say

"I take that as 'yes'," Michael says.

"Yes," I say, "Yes. Yes it is," I reply.

With that, Michael wraps his arms around me, and pulls me in, his lips on mine, one long, passionate, hot, tonguing kiss. 

"Love you, dude," he says when we break. And immediately, Ivan pulls me to him, his lips on mine, in an equally long, passionate, hot and tonguing kiss. "Goes for me too," he says.

"Whew," I respond, my head reeling. "Love you too, you guys, both of you." I stammer, tears beginning to stream from my eyes. 

"Fuck, I don't believe this," I say. Now I am blubbering, "Love you both. Loved you both for how long - just didn't say so. Couldn't. Didn't know how to." 

It is Michael who puts his mouth to my cheek, kissing away the tears. He is crying too. "Don't think we haven't been trying to figure out how to say the "L" word," he says.

Ivan is crying too. And then he pulls me to him, his mouth on mine, again one very long, passionate, intimate, kiss. 

'Ivan. Michael. Too much,' I am saying to myself, 'Too much.'

After a moment, Michael interrupts.

"Okay then," he says, "Just one thing."

'Oh, oh, here it comes,' I am thinking.

"It will mean a foursome," Michael continues.

I am puzzled.

"Off and on again. NSA," Michael continues. "You guys don't get to have it all. I do like to get fucked once in a while, and, well, no offense, fucking is something you can't do - you or Ivan. So .. " he concludes.

I look at Ivan. Ivan is looking at me. What am I gonna say. Then Ivan says, "I'm okay with it, if that is what you are wondering. We've talked, Michael and I."

"Look at it this way," he continues," there's your bum and my bum when he whoever he is is not sticking it to Michael. And I won't speak for you, but when it comes to what I get up my ass, just like it is in everything, variety is the spice of life."

"Well, when you put it that way," I reply, "I can be up for it."

"Deal?" Michael asks.

"Deal," I reply, putting out my fist.

Michael closes his fist and puts it on mine, - "Deal," he says, - and then Ivan, "Deal!" 

'Fuck,' I am thinking, 'I can live with this. I'm gonna like this! I think I am really gonna like this.'



No Strings Attached



I just wanted to fuck. Uncomplicated, no strings attached. I'd been feeling the need brewing in me for several weeks but work kept me busy. Finally a break came and I was sent on a business trip to California for a week. I decided to head up the weekend before the conference I was there to attend began. I arrived late Friday afternoon and checked into my hotel. 

The accommodations held a four star rating and was beautiful. My room looked out over the pool and it was as I stood at the window enjoying the view that I saw her. A perfect specimen of womanhood from head to toe. She wore a bright blue and white bikini, showing off the luscious curves of her body. Not one of these stick women that seem so prevalent in southern California. Hips, ass, thighs, breasts, all of it waiting for me to explore it. 

She looked up as though she could feel me looking at her and our eyes met. I stepped out onto the balcony and she smiled at me. I returned the smile. She moved her head as though signaling me to come down. I nodded to let her know I understood. I returned to my room, jumped in the shower and dressed in a pair of white swim trunks and a blue wife beater. My short hair was still wet when I left the room and headed down to the lobby. 

She was waiting for me on a lounge chair with an empty one next to her. "Afternoon." She greeted. Up close she was even more beautiful. Smooth caramel skin, large full round breasts, a flat stomach and an ass I could see even from the front. 

"Good afternoon to you as well. My name is Javon." I introduced myself.

"Nice to meet you Javon. I'm Cecilia." She said. Her voice was smooth and honeyed like the rest of her. There was a hint of accent that I couldn't place. I sat on the lounge chair next to her after moving it as close as I could and still have enough room for us to be able to stand. 

"Are you vacationing Cecilia?" I asked. She smiled and it was brilliant. 

"I'm here for business and yourself?" She asked. A waiter strolled by and I stopped him to order drinks. She was sipping on an Amaretto sour. I got a fresh one for her and a Vodka Tonic for myself. The way she was watching me, let me know we were looking for the same thing. Still, even when it comes to flings, I've never been the type to not show a woman a good time and treat her like a lady. 

"I have a conference starting on Monday. Decided to come down a couple of days early and get a little breather. I haven't been to Cali in years. It's beautiful." I replied. I was giving her heavy eye contact to let her know I wasn't just referring to the terrain. 

"Indeed." She said. She took the fresh drink when the handsome young man returned. I tipped generously because I could still remember busting tables and putting up with the shit that the rich and pretentious put out. He winked at me as he walked away in that way that some men will when they know what you're up to and have enough cool to not be raucous in their approval. 

"Would you be interested in joining me for dinner tonight?" I invited. She smiled.

"In your room or mine?" She returned. 

"Wherever you'll feel more comfortable of course." I answered. Her chocolate brown eyes moved down the length of my five foot six inch frame slowly. I consider myself an average looking woman. I'm dark skinned, slim and toned, small breasts, not too much ass but not extended back. My lovers are generally pleased with my physique. My eyes are a medium brown, my hair short, black and very curly. My nose is straight speaking to my mixed heritage, my lips full, soft and brown. My hands are pretty big for my size but they match my feet and somehow the rest of me. 

"I'm in room 323." She said.

"Okay. And what time should I be there?"

"Seven."

"Would you like me to bring anything?" I asked.

"Whatever you'd like to use." She answered. Yeah we were looking for exactly the same thing.

"I'll see you at seven."

I dressed to impress even though we'd probably never leave the room. My suit was cream colored; the silk shirt beneath the jacket was a honey color that brought out my eyes. My shoes matched the shirt and the belt. I was already strapped as I prefer to be prepared. Having to stop to strap up can ruin the mood at some of the most unexpected and unappreciated times.

I knocked on her door promptly at seven. A woman after my own libido, she'd dressed as though we were going to a restaurant to eat as well. The dress she wore was killer red and clung to her body like a second skin. The neckline was a deep V that showed off her cleavage and made my mouth water. Her long dark hair was piled atop her head and my fingers itched to delve into the mass and send it tumbling down. "Hi there." She greeted. There was a warmth in her voice that matched the anticipation I was feeling. 

"Good evening. You looked positively ravishing." I told her. It wasn't a line, simply the truth. She smiled softly and I was pleased to see she recognized the sincerity in the compliment as she blushed. 

"Thank you. You look quite delectable yourself." She returned. She blushed but she didn't back down and I really liked that. She stepped back to allow me entrance. As I said, I'm an average sized woman, but even with her heels, I was two inches taller than her. I have such a weakness for petite women. I watched the plump roundness of her ass as she sashayed farther into the room and wondered if she'd already ordered. 

There was a knock on the door before I'd gotten halfway across the spacious suite and my question was answered. I returned to the door and opened it to find the same waiter from earlier. "Evening." He said with that same knowing smile. "Where would you like it?" He asked. Cecilia spoke before I could.

"In the bedroom." She said. He moved the tray into the bedroom without another word and returned a moment later. I started to reach for some cash but he shook his head. 

"It's already been taken care of." He said. I raised my eyebrows. "Enjoy." 

I closed the door and turned to find her leaning in the doorway of the bedroom. When she was sure I was following her every movement with my eyes, she slipped the tip of her finger between the full softness of her lips and sucked gently before sliding it down over the swell of her breasts. I bit my lower lip and tried to remember how to breathe. Her hands moved over her stomach and came to rest at the junction of her legs. "You look real good in that suit. I want to see what you look like out of it." She said.

I crossed the room to her and followed the same path down her body with my hands that hers had traveled. She shivered beneath my fingertips when they caressed her breasts and I could see her pulse beating rapidly. I kissed her neck just below her ear, flicking my tongue over the area and enjoying the way her breath shuddered from her body. Her hands moved over my arms, up around my neck supporting herself. There's nothing like making a woman's knees weak. I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. There were already candles set up around the room burning softly. 

I set her on her feet next to the bed and kissed her gently. Her eyes closed and she surrendered herself to me. I slid the zipper down on the back of her dress and the material loosened and then slid down to pool at her feet. She stepped out of the silky material and I stepped back to admire what had been revealed to me. She wore a matching bra and panty set in black silk. Her breasts seemed to strain against the confines of the brassiere. I turned her around and caught my breath at the sight of her ass. If I have a weakness for petite women, I'm a fool over a petite woman with a big ass. "Damn." I whispered. I undid the clasp of her bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. Her breasts were perky on her chest as the bra fell away. I kissed the back of her neck, biting gently, making her moan. The helplessly aroused sound translated into a current of electricity that staggered down my spine and pooled in my clit. I was suddenly viciously turned on and throbbing. My hands cupped her breasts, feeling the pebble hard nipples pressed against my palms. 

"Take off your clothes." She requested breathlessly. I turned her so she faced me and once again stepped back, this time so she could see. I removed the suit jacket and tossed it behind me. My shirt followed suit. I wore no bra and my nipples were already rigid with my arousal beneath the thin wife beater I wore. She licked her lips when I reached for the buckle of my belt and released it. I kicked off my loafers and unzipped the pants. I let them drop to the floor much as her dress had and stepped out of them. Her eyes widened when they got to the bulge between my legs. I will joke with my friends that had I been a man, given the size of my hands and feet, I'd have been well endowed. Since I wasn't born with a penis, I equip myself with what I'm sure God would have given me had it been meant for me to be a man. My dick was an eight inch python. A thickly veined shaft and a pair of heavy balls gave it a very realistic look and feel. 

I moved back up to her, pressing our bodies together. My hands gripped her ass, my need becoming overwhelming. I wasn't sure how much longer I could keep it soft and slow. She didn't mind. Her own hands started at my breasts and eventually she pulled at the undershirt signaling she wanted it gone. Her skin was heated when our flesh met. I lifted her up onto the bed and followed her, kicking off my socks as I went. She lay back allowing me to have my way. We left her heels on and I knelt between her legs touching her with my hands and my eyes. I squeezed her breasts and she cried out. She moaned again and I bent down to capture her nipple with my mouth. I sucked on her, taking as much of the soft flesh into my mouth as I could. Her hands dove into my hair, pressing me closer, tighter. I used my teeth lightly and she writhed beneath me. Her nails dragged down my back making me hiss and urging me on. 

I moved between those luscious mounds, sucking the nipple into my mouth, laving my tongue over and around it. I moved my hand down between her legs, feeling the heat and wetness that had gathered there. The panties were soaked. I sat back long enough to rip them off and she cried out at the display of force. Her pussy was thick, juicy and naked before me. The hair was completely removed allowing me to see her hard clit. "Eat my pussy." She requested. The need in her eyes matched my own and she didn't have to tell me twice. I moved down until I knelt on the side of the bed with her creamy thighs on either side of my head. My hands gripped her hips pulling her roughly toward my hungry mouth. I dove in. She smelled divine and tasted even better! My tongue pushed its way between the slickness of her full outer lips, into the soaked inner folds. I drank her down, loving the spicy sweet flavor of her. My tongue felt acrobatic as it danced inside of her, licking up all the juices that had accumulated there. "Oh God!" She gasped. I hadn't even gotten to her clit yet. I pushed my tongue as far into her as it would go, stimulating her. She gripped my hair and I could feel her pussy spasm in my mouth. I knew she was going to cum. Her hands fluttered back and forth between my hair, my shoulders and gripping the sheets as the sensation built in her. The closer she got to completion, the tighter my own pussy grew. The throbbing was a delicious reminder of what I was making this woman feel.

I wanted to feel her reach the flash point. I slipped two fingers deep inside of her at the same moment I moved my tongue up to slither over her engorged clit. She gripped the sheets tightly and screamed. I suckled her clit as she rode the orgasm out. My fingers which has been pressing rhythmically against her G-spot, were gripped so tightly by her walls, I could do no more than press up slightly to try and prolong the climax. When it finally crested, she collapsed back to the bed. I continued to lick on her. Her nectar had grown even more sweetly pungent as she flooded my hand and I couldn't seem to get enough of the taste of her. I moved my fingers deeper inside of her and added a third to make sure she would be ready for me. She was wet and open but her pussy was still very tight and I didn't want to hurt her. 

After she achieved another shattering peak, I withdrew from her and flipped her over. I pulled her shoes off and then spread the heavy globes of her ass so I could push my tongue into her wet puckered hole. She'd leaked so copiously, my tongue slid into her ass as easily as it had into her pussy. "Oh shit!" She cried not having expected the sensation. I held her in place, showing her ass as much attention as I'd given her pussy. I sucked on the sensitive hole and pushed my fingers back into her still convulsing cunt. "Yes, Jesus, that feels so good!" She cried out. 

I could hardly stand it. My clit was like a rock beneath the strap and I wanted to watch the dick sliding in and out of her wetness. I forced myself to wait. I wanted to plunder her ass with the dick too and I wanted to make sure she was good and open when the time came. "Please, please. Fuck me Javon." She begged. I could never refuse a begging woman. I pulled the dick out and knelt behind her positioning the bulbous head at the angry red opening of her pussy. She watched from underneath herself as I pushed into her. "Oh, fuuuuccck!" She groaned as she was stretched to accommodate the monster. I got half way in and withdrew until only the head remained then slammed back into her. She thrashed on the bed but pressed herself back against me taking the rest of it. "Yes, yes, fuck me." She panted.

I pulled back and slammed into her again. My rhythm was ruthless. Each time I pushed into her she cried out. Her hips pistoned back against me, meeting me thrust for thrust. I slapped her ass and she screamed my name. I watched the shudders run through her small frame as she beat her fists against the bed. I spread her ass cheeks, allowing the dick to slide even deeper inside of her. I gripped a fistful of her hair which had begun to tumble with her movements. Her head came up and I pulled until it was as far back as I was comfortable making her neck bend. "Scream for me bitch!" I commanded. My hips continued their steady pounding into her yielding pussy and she did as I asked. She screamed as she came and my own orgasm could not be prolonged any longer. I grunted as it shivered through me. 

"Yeah, cum for me Big Daddy." She encouraged. She ground herself back against me expertly as though we'd done this many times before. 

When I had regained my composure I pulled out of her and was pleasantly surprised when she pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me. She gripped the thick black phallus and eased herself down on it. She hissed slightly as it filled her once again. The angle was different, deeper. She squatted over me, the dick half way inside of her. "Watch." She instructed. Her fingers moved down so she could separate the lips of her swollen sex. Her clit was hard and pulsing. I put my hands behind my head and watched her sink the rest of the way down. She lifted herself up and then slid back down again. The visual was delicious. I watched those thick lips swallow my dick and spit it back out. Each time it slid back out of her, it glistened with her wetness. 

I put my feet flat on the bed and began thrusting my hips up into her. She cried out in surprise at first then we found our rhythm and every time I thrust up, she slammed herself down onto me. Her hair was a sex tousled mass spilling down her back and over her shoulders. Her head was thrown back and her eyes closed as she lost herself. It remains one of the most erotic images I've ever seen. I slid my hands up to cup her breasts. My thumb and forefinger squeezed her nipples to just this side of real pain and she looked down at me with those intense brown eyes of hers. She took one of my hands and drew my fingertips between her lips. She sucked her essence off my fingers and continued to ride herself to orgasm. "Oh, yes. Oh, shit, I'm going to come. Oh, fuck me, I'm coming!" She cried. She collapsed forward onto me and passed out.

We lay there for countless minutes half in and out of slumber. Our hearts pounded together. I caressed her back gently, calming her. Some unknown amount of time later, she eased off of me. I pulled her against my chest and we slept until late in the night.

I woke to the feeling of her slowly rubbing her clit back and forth across my lips. My eyes fluttered open and she grinned down at me. My hands moved up to clasp her hips and steady her as my tongue came out to find it's way once more inside of her. Her eyes closed and her head rolled back. "Oh, yes." She moaned softly. I licked slowly, rolling her clit with my tongue, savoring her. "God, I thought I'd dreamed you being this good." She said. I grinned against her and her eyes opened and smiled down at me. 

My hands moved over her ass, up along her back and around to the front of her body so I could caress her breasts. I could feel her shivering as my tongue flickered rapidly back and forth over her clit. I pulled back just before she reached critical mass and she groaned in frustration. I like to tease sometimes. I moved suddenly flipping her over onto her back. She gasped at the unexpected movement then giggled. I lifted myself up into a push up position above her lower body and gazed down at her. "We didn't get to the food."

"It's chocolate and whipped cream. I figured we'd order real food when we were done." She advised me. 

"Sweetheart, the way you taste I could spend this entire week eating just you and still not be done." I said. She flushed attractively and I found it endearing. "Let's see about that chocolate." I said then bounded off the bed. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked over to the tray and lifted the top. The whipped cream had long since melted but the chocolate would be just fine. I grabbed the bottle and turned back to the bed. 

"How do you want me?" She inquired. I grinned devilishly. 

"First, I'm going to put chocolate on your nipples and suck it off. Then I'm going trail the syrup down your stomach, between your legs and I'm going to lick and suck you clean. And when you've come for me a few times and your pussy is soaking wet, I'm going to shove my fat ass dick inside of you again. I'm going to fuck you til your eyes cross and your toes curl and you're crying because it feels so good. Then I'm going to pull my dick out of your pussy and ease it into your tight ass. I'm going to show you pleasure like you've never known it before." I informed her. Her breathing had grown labored at my forward words. Her dark eyes sparkled with anticipation. 

I climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs. As promised I started with her breasts, letting a small stream of chocolate coat her breasts. I bent and licked the sugary treat off of her in long catlike strokes of my tongue. I suckled her breasts, pulled her nipples into my mouth and bit gently. I poured more chocolate down the flat plane of her stomach and repeated the process all the way down to the plump mound of her pussy. She writhed beneath the onslaught of my warm mouth as I devoured her and the chocolate that coated her. She was so wet by time I was done, my tool slid into her easily when I finally position it at her entrance and pushed forward. 

"Damn your pussy is soaked." I commented as she took my length effortlessly. 

"Jesus, stop teasing me and fuck this pussy." She commanded. I smiled but did as told and began pounding into her. I lifted her hips and held them in place while I slid in and out of her in a powerful driving rhythm. Her body glistened with the sweat of our exertion and my fingers dug into her skin to keep my grip. "Oh my God, oh my God, right there. Don't stop boo, keep fucking me." I gritted my teeth, ignored the protesting of my thigh muscles and continued to drill her pussy until finally her body seized up and she screamed. Her pussy pulsed twice and then released her orgasm. My stomach was coated with her juices and the knowledge that she had shot off for me (something I had never experienced) had me cumming all over myself. 




No Strings Attached



By Likegoodwinecopyrighted October 2011

Another short story for you. There is almost no sex to speak of in this short one. Enjoy!

Your votes and constructive comments are appreciated, as they will help me grow.

Thanks to hkf999 for his patient editing

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The judge was sitting sternly at his desk. Without looking at anybody, he simply read his ruling. Going over the separation of assets, he finally looked toward my now ex-wife, Judy.

"I hereby grant the claimant sole custody of the three children and I also grant her an amount of $1,200 a month in child support," said the judge.

Judy jumped from her seat at that ruling, hugging her attorney and throwing a triumphant stare toward me.

"Yes!" I whispered to my lawyer. "I got her where I wanted."

Wonder why losing a case in court could be viewed as a success? Well, I need a few moments to explain.

Let's start at the beginning, when I first met Judy. I am Allan White, a 45 years old mechanical engineer. I met Judy when I was 28 years old at an automotive fair. I was looking at a nice Vanguard motorhome when I sensed somebody else looking over my shoulder. A nice looking young brunette also seemed to be taken by the inside features of the vehicle.

"Gee! It's almost as big as my apartment," I said to the brunette, grinning.

She giggled. "And probably cheaper too as the price of apartments goes nowadays," she said.

We looked at each other, grinning from ear to ear. I was hooked!

In a gamble, I offered her my arm. "Should we take a closer look at this wonderful home away from home?"

"I was about to ask," she said grabbing my arm, she had a smile that could melt an iceberg. 

We moved toward the cooking area with its propane fridge and stove.

"Well, Dear, I love to cook, but it is a bit limited. Do you mind take out on the road?" I asked keeping in character.

"As long as you can drive the vehicle through the drive-thru, Honey," she answered tat for tat.

We proceeded to the small utilitarian washroom. We both peeked inside.

"Well," I said. 

"It's good enough to keep ourselves clean."

"But it might be just a bit cramped to have a shower together," she replied.

We moved to the bedroom in the back of the vehicle. Just at that moment the salesman appeared behind us.

"Are you guys interested in this magnificent piece of design?" the salesman asked. 

"You will see that there is plenty of room there for you and even a kid or two."

"Not too fast. We are simply looking at options for our honeymoon. The kids are yet to come," I said, winking at the young woman.

Playing with me, she answered: "Although we might start them there." And she giggled. She then took a camera out of a side bag she was carrying, remove the lens cap and handed it to the salesman.

"If you would be kind enough, I would like a picture taken of this magical moment," she asked.

The salesman happily agreed, and took a few pictures of us, even insisting on a kiss. Both smiling ear to ear, we complied with a simple friendly kiss, our lips barely touching.

We left the salesman with a business card and many good wishes for our upcoming wedding. Back on the fair floor, I didn't really want to part from that very attractive woman. But before inviting her for a coffee or something, I had to know her name. First things first!

"Hi I'm Allan. I think we forgot the formal introduction before the engagement," I said grinning.

"Well that's a change from my current situation," she replied, throwing a very cold shower on my mounting interest in her. 

"I have a very well-known boyfriend that would probably disappear in a puff of smoke if I started to speak about engagement. My name is Judy."

We shook hands.

Should I ask her for a coffee despite knowing now that she had a boyfriend? Well, what's the harm in going for a coffee if she was already involved with someone? The worst that could happen I would fall totally for her and have to settle for a nice handshake at the end. I dove.

"Have time for a coffee?" I asked.

We found an empty seat at the small food court and sat down with our cups of coffee. We chatted for an hour, introducing each other. She was 25 years old, fresh out of University with a degree in Communications and trying to settle into her first job. She had a boyfriend that she met at university.

I decided to prod a bit. "So he has commitment issues?"

She let out a sad little laugh. "Well, on some matters. Brad is committed to his job - he finished University two years before me. He is committed to his friends. And he is committed to partying like if he was still living at the frat house." 

She paused a few seconds. "He seems to have a hard time to think about settling down. So far, for him, planning ahead means what to do next weekend. Well... he is not where I would like him to be."

"Sorry to hear that," I lied.

The subject of Brad kind of killed her light mood though. She soon left, but not without taking one of my business cards, with my home phone number scribbled on the back, on a promise to keep in touch.

All the way back to my apartment, I figuratively kick myself in the butt for focusing the conversation on her boyfriend. Instead of doing a good sales pitch with a demonstration of my wit and nice personality -- she could see I was good looking (harrumph!) -- I had to poke at a weakness I sensed in her relationship. Very bad move! It simply fixed her mind on her boyfriend and her.

That delightful meeting wasn't totally lost however. Two months later, on a Friday at work, I received a phone call.

"Hello Allan! Judy's here! Your fiancée."

"Well, well! I though you had cold feet. I was about to call off the wedding." I answered.

We had a little laugh, a bit forced though.

"Well, I was phoning to ask if you had plans for tonight, if you could squeeze your betrothed in your schedule for a drink or two," she asked. I was sensing a little hesitation in her voice.

"Give me a second to consult my planner," I said. 

"Is that a Cindy night? Nope, we broke up four months ago! Or is it a Marsha night? Darn! I didn't phone her back last month. That's out! Let see... I can squeeze you between Eve and Maria. Yep! I would be free to go for a few drinks tonight!"

I sensed a little hesitation at the other end of the phone line.

"At what time are you supposed to meet Maria?" Judy finally asked.

I refrained a giggle. "Around seven," I said.

"Oh!" she said, disappointment in her voice.

"On November 25th, for Thanksgiving. Maria, my Mom, is expecting me at 7 sharp. I might even be able to bring you if you are available. I hope one month notice is enough for you," I said, giggling.

"Ok wise guy. It's a date!"

We met after work at a pub midway between her place and mine. It was not a memorable evening. We had a few drinks, we spoke of about everything, but mostly about her and Brad, her boyfriend.

She was seeing herself well established in her job in the next few years. She was also thinking about having a couple of kids, raising them for a few years, and resuming her career. Brad saw himself rich, having a lot of fun in the process and with the proceeds, getting even richer and having even more fun. Kids were not in his vision of a good life.

She had spent the last four years trying to bring Brad around, to make him mature and be responsible. It wasn't working. Their spats were getting more frequent. He even didn't want to move in with her. He wanted to keep his apartment, his freedom. And that didn't sit very well with Judy. Very competitive, she sensed that she was losing the battle. But she kept her head high because she knew that she had fought hard.

My joyous mood had been flushed in the first hour. Nice guy, I kept listening to her, lending a sympathetic hear to her woes, but I was very glad when she told me that she was ready to go.

Outside of the pub, while waiting for a cab, she asked me bluntly if I wanted to go for a nightcap at her place. While saying that, she grabbed me and her hands were roaming over my body.

I am not a moron. I knew that I could probably fuck her that very night. It was tempting. I also knew that it would be a revenge fuck. She knew that Brad had decided to go partying with some friends and would probably end up in bed with another woman. I was a way to keep some balance in their fucked-up relationship.

No thanks!

I decided to be blunt with her. "Judy, I almost had a nice evening with you tonight. But the day I let you use me to get back at Brad is yet to come. Go home, suck it up, or do something else with your life. I was hoping that you had seen something worthwhile in me but the jury is still out on that one. I am glad that you could vent your frustration and have me listen to you, but girl, get your head straight. I am not the cock that you can use to relieve your grief."

Even a bit drunk, she was at first aghast by my comments then she turned all red, ashamed, a downcast look appearing on her face.

Without waiting for a cab, I left on foot, leaving her at the curb.

This time around, the wait was shorter. She phoned me the very next day to apologize for her behaviour that night. I felt that she was sincere, but I still was curt on the phone.

Two months later - after a thanksgiving where I had to explain to my mother that I was sorry I couldn't introduce her to the future mother of her grand children -- Judy phoned me back.

"Hi Allan! It's Judy. How are you doing?"

"Not bad! And you?"

"Good, very good!" There was a pause on the line. 

"And that's thanks to you. I followed your advice. I broke up with my boyfriend last month. This month of solitude did wonders to clear up my head."

"Well, I'm glad to hear it. Really!" I said. 

"I... I wonder if I could invite you again to go out for a drink, and I promise that I will not speak about my ex," she asked.

"It is a very tempting invitation, but I have to decline for this weekend as I have already a date. What about next weekend or even sometime during the week?"

There was a silence for a while. "Ok, next weekend will be fine with me! Hey, beggars can't be choosers. The way I acted on our last date I should be grateful that you even took my call."

I felt she was sincere so I mellowed a little.

"Don't sell yourself short, girl. You are very attractive and nice to be around. If I didn't have a prior engagement I would have been thrilled to go out with you again. We still didn't make a list of all our guests for the wedding."

A giggle was my only response.

"Ok! Next week, same place same time! Be there or beware!"

That date was very nice. Not a word was said about her former lover but she did asked about my current situation. I could sense that she was a bit tense when she learned that I was seeing a colleague from work. She was also relieved when I did let her know that it was nothing serious. It was just a nice and cozy friendship with benefits. She gave me a weird look when I said that but didn't pursue the matter.

This time, she didn't ask me to go to her place for a nightcap. She did give me a long and heartfelt kiss at the curb before jumping in a cab. The nightcap offer came the next weekend and there was no way that I would decline the offer. 

All the way to her place, we kissed and felt each other. We were barely inside of her apartment when we had shed all our clothing. We ran naked to her bedroom where I dove between her legs, my tongue having its first taste of her very wet pussy. I was hoping to bring her to an orgasm, but she would have none of it. She pleaded with me to fuck her right away, pulling my head away from her pussy.

"Fuck me Allan! No foreplay, just fuck me," she pleaded.

Well I am a gentleman and a woman's desires have to be fulfilled. So I had my cock in her pussy in no time, filling her the way she wanted.

We fucked like that until the wee hours of the night, discovering each other's bodies and starting to learn how to please the other. It was a great weekend. 

We met again the next weekend and ended up at my place. We spent the whole weekend getting acquainted even further, barely getting out of bed for a quick bite before jumping back between the sheets.

On Sunday afternoon, we were just finishing a late brunch when the phone rang. I answered. It was Eve, the co-worker that I date once in a while.

"Hi handsome! How was your weekend?" she asked.

I looked at Judy piling up the dishes, wearing only one of my shirts, not long enough to completely hide her nice buttocks. "Splendid! The weekend was just terrific," I said. That answer warranted me a radiant smile from Judy.

"Well, mine was shitty to tell the truth. I would certainly appreciate some nice company. What are you up to later today?" asked Eve.

"Oh, I am in the middle of something and it won't be possible. Rain check?" I said, lowering my voice a notch. At that, Judy turned her attention back to the dishes, but I could see that she was intently listening.

"You're with her?" asked Eve.

"Yep!"

"Ok then, I'll catch the latest gossip tomorrow at work." And she hung up.

Judy turned toward me. Her face was a rigid mask, completely devoid of emotion. I would quickly learn that it was her warpath mask as well. Being very competitive, she had learned to control her emotions when confronted by an unpleasant situation until the time to fight back came. 

"And who was that on the phone?" she asked, going back to putting the dishes away.

"Oh, only Eve from work. She wanted to know how my week-end went," I said not totally truthful. Judy didn't comment.

Soon, we were back in the bedroom. Judy pushed me onto the bed and climbed onto me. She had an intense look. She was rubbing her mound on my now erect cock through the fabric on the sweat pants I use as PJs. She grabbed my arms with her arms lifting them over my head. Staring straight at me she said in a low-key tone. "You won't need her anymore. So no more rain checks! I will be all you need from now on."

With the way she was about to have me come all over my PJs just by rubbing herself on me, I wasn't about to argue.

True enough, over the next few weeks, Judy made my life complete. We were fantastic both in bed and in the world. I have all the pictures taken by Judy to vouch for it. 

For the next year, we did all the crazy things that a new couple does, from wild sex to delicious intimate moments, without forgetting more wild sex.

Within a year we were married. I was 30 years old and she was 27.

As we had planned, we spent the first three years of our married life securing our positions. I was a mechanical engineer at T-Bolts Inc., and Judy was a creative assistant in a marketing firm. Soon, through hard work and dedication, we were both valuable assets to our employers. That's when we decided it was time to have our first child.

Two years into our marriage, Allan Jr. was born. Judy took a maternity leave, her old position being secure. She went back to work as soon as we found a nanny for Junior. She worked less than a year then Elisabeth, our second child, came along. She was named after my mother. Her maternity leave was short as we already had a nanny at home.

We thought we had all we needed as far as children were concerned. However, due to a miscue, Judy became pregnant again and we were blessed with little William. Soon after, Judy went for surgery to stop the family growing further. Three was enough.

Judy and I were still career oriented with a live-in nanny at home but our children were still our first priority. And that's how we lived our next six years.

Chapter 2 - Changes

The last year of our marriage has been strained. The kids were growing -- as could attest all the pictures taken by Judy over our marriage - we were well set professionally, but something was missing.

I still loved Judy as much as the first day we became husband and wife. On top of that, we had three wonderful well-behaved kids -- thanks to our Filipino nanny, Amihan. She had been promoted to maid as the kids went to school, the younger one now being in pre-school.

One evening, while watching a stupid series on TV with the kids and Amihan --Judy was at a late meeting at work -- it dawned on me. What was happening in our marriage? It wasn't the first time a late meeting kept Judy away from us. Hey! It happened to me too.

But I kept thinking about the last months. I first assumed it was the stress at work that made her seem so distant with the kids and me. I've been there and I know that sometime you really can't leave your work-related worries at the door. It keeps running in your head even in the most intimate moments of your family life.

However, I realized that she was curt with me but not as much with the kids or Amihan. I was sure that her relationship with me was the real problem. I tried very hard to think about what changes in my attitude or my behaviour could explain her distant disposition toward me. What did I do that warranted her frequent flares of temper toward me?

For instance, last week I asked her if we could go to the zoo with the kids. 

She looked at me full of scorn. "My Goodness Allan! How more boring could our life get? An afternoon at the zoo! You can go with Amihan and the kids, I'll keep myself busy."

I was shocked by her show of contempt toward an activity that the kids always loved. "Honey, the kids love going to the zoo. Why would you say such a thing? Why, for that matter, are you so short with me all the time? There's nothing I say or do lately that you approve of. What's the matter?"

She stood up from the couch and headed toward our computer room. "I feel like a prisoner of our life, Allan. When I look at you, I don't see a husband, I see a warden," she said and left the room.

Well, she couldn't be clearer than that, could she? That last statement was revealing. Our marriage was in jeopardy if I didn't do something, and fast. She had complained plenty in the last year about the boredom of our life, but never in such an accusatory fashion.

Then it hit me. Is she on the way out? Worse, is she cheating on me? That she would be unsatisfied with our life was already hard to take but I knew that I would do anything to make our life better to save the marriage. But if she is cheating on me, that was another story. I would never accept that.

I had to be sure.

Sunday after lunch, I put the kids in the car and Amihan and me drove toward the zoo. Two blocks from the house, I pulled into a restaurant parking lot and asked Amihan to drive the kids to the zoo. She agreed, troubled nevertheless by my request.

As soon as she was out of sight, I jumped in a rental car I had left there the previous day. I was about to drive back home when I saw Judy's car going up the boulevard. I followed.

After 10 minutes, she pulled in front of an apartment building and went inside. Armed with my camera, I took a few pictures of her entering the building. I waited a bit then went to have a look. It wasn't very tidy; a wastebasket was overflowing with discarded flyers from the mailboxes. There was a series of buzzers with nametags. I read them. One name jumped out at me and almost floored me: Brad Johnson, Judy's old boyfriend.

Now I had a better understanding of what was happening. She has hooked up with her former lover. Still single and unattached, without kids, he was able to offer her the thrills that I couldn't, what with three kids, a house -- and the mortgage that goes with it -- and a demanding professional life.

I now had the answer to all the questions that I had for the last few months: my wife was cheating on me and my marriage was over. To say that I was distraught would be an understatement. Like a drunken man, I staggered back to my car. I didn't know for sure what was happening there, but only an idiot would think that she was just paying a friendly visit to her ex-boyfriend. But still, I needed to be sure.




No Strings Attached



I dug up an old lighter from the glove compartment and went back to the building. Looking around to make sure that there was no security camera, I grabbed the wastebasket full of flyers and brought it outside. I set it on fire, putting dead leaves on top to make some smoke and then I went back inside the building. I pulled the fire alarm.

The noise was deafening. I ran for the car and a few seconds later, Brad Johnson appeared at his balcony, wearing only his briefs. Judy appeared behind him, obviously naked but in the process of putting on a housecoat. I took a few incriminating pictures. 

I was so pissed off at her. When they realized it was nothing, they went back inside.

Seething, I finally drove to the zoo. I caught up with the kids. Amihan caught my state of mind right away and did a pretty good job of deflecting the enthusiastic reports from the kids about their visit so far. I smiled a lot but didn't say much.

Back home, I went straight to the computer room, telling everybody that I had urgent tasks to finish for work. All I got from Judy was a snicker. 

I 'worked' late and went to bed after I knew Judy would be asleep.

I didn't sleep that night. In a nutshell: I cried, I fumed, and I planned. Long hours of introspection told me one sure thing: seeing that she was going back to her ex-boyfriend killed any love I had for Judy. I was left with contempt, hate, and all forms of retaliation possible crossed my mind. My love, as strained as it had been for the last year, did snap at the doorsteps of Brad Johnson apartment. I assumed that it had been undermined for months in his bed too.

The next morning, I was a zombie. Even the strong cups of coffee couldn't compensate for my sleepless night. Judy seemed to notice that I wasn't my self, but true to form, she ignored it. Fuck her!

Out of the house, I phoned work to let them know that I wasn't coming in that day. Instead, I dropped in unannounced at a friend of mine, a lawyer. He squeezed me into his busy schedule.

Living in a no-fault state, there was no reason to pursue further the cheating part of the situation. I wanted out and right now. However, I had a little surprise for Judy. I didn't know if she would see through my devious plan, but I sure hoped she wouldn't.

Two days later, all the papers were ready and only waiting my OK to be served. We even had a restraining order issued and ready to be served at the same time. I had taken all the necessary steps to take half of our savings and cancelled all the shared credit cards.

When I make a decision, I act on it. And that was it.

I didn't have any choice. I had to take Amihan into my confidence. She was not that surprised when I informed her that Judy was cheating on me. She was however troubled that I was planning to divorce Judy in the next few hours. I swear she cried at that prospect. Nevertheless I reassured her that everything would be all right.

During the day, I had all the door-locks changed.

When Judy came home, a car with the process server was parked at the curb. She pulled in the driveway and tried her keys that didn't even fit the new locks. After a few seconds, she rang the bell. It was a signal. The process server walked to her.

"Judy White?"

"Yes"

"You are hereby being served," the process server told her.

An astonished look crossed her face and her mouth was still agape when the process server explained to her the nature of the papers she was holding.

"One envelope contains divorce papers. The other one contains a restraining order that stipulates that you are not to have any contact with your present husband and your children until a visitation schedule is established between your chosen lawyer and your husband's lawyer," flatly stated the process server. 

And then he added what I paid him a bonus to say. "Your husband paid me to tell you that you should make 107 Maple Drive, apartment 204 your permanent address starting today, and to go to Hell."

He turned around and walked back toward his car.

Judy stood there, watching him take off. After a while she turned toward the house and finally saw me looking at her through the window. She pounced on the door, hitting it with her fists. Thank God the kids were away at my parents with Amihan. 

I opened the door a couple of inches with the lock chain still on.

"What do you want, slut?"

"Let me in, it's my house."

"Fuck you Judy! You lost the right to call it your house when you started cheating on me with that asshole Brad. Go back to him, and leave the kids and me alone. You're disgusting me and the kids are off limits to you, slut."

Judy had tears running down her cheeks.

"Please Allan, let me in. Let me talk to you for the kids' sake. I understand your feelings and I am sorry that I caused that, but let's be civilized about that. No need for such drama, it will hurt the kids," she pleaded through the small gap.

"Of course we will do it in a civilized manner, Judy," I retorted. 

"As you are guilty of breaking our marriage agreement and lying to the kids and me, we have no choice but to settle it through our lawyers. Don't contest the divorce petition and everything will be all right. Now get away from my family or I will call the cops, in a very civilized fashion, I promise."

I closed the door in her face and walked away. She kept knocking on the door, yelling to let her in, but I didn't do any such thing and she finally gave up.

Two hours later, the phone calls started, first from her cell phone, then from an unknown number. Brad's phone I assumed. I didn't answer. By now she must know the content of the divorce petition. Against my lawyer's advice, I requested full custody of our kids, limitation of her visiting rights to once a month -- the fourth Saturday of the month, and under strict supervision -- and a generous monthly child support payment. Oh, and the divorce petition was based on infidelity.

My lawyer was against such provisions, but - as I was footing the bills - I prevailed. His first objection was that our state did not recognize infidelity as a worthy reason. He wanted to simply put irreconcilable differences. Second, even if I had been the primary care giver to the kids, no court would deny the traditional care-giving role to a woman. Again, I insisted on that.

The next week, Judy answered all guns blazing. The restraining order was contested. No surprise there. On top of that, her lawyer did record his own counter proposal asking for a full custody, alimony, and an equal child support payment to what I was asking.

First came the restraining order, which was overturned. The judge ruled in favor of a shared custody. We managed a schedule between Judy and me, through our lawyers. The judge ruled in my favor and I kept the use of our home for the time being. 

I did something that I am a bit ashamed of, not much though. In a childish fit of rage, I gathered all the family pictures and the entire family photos albums and set fire to it in our backyard fire pit. I only kept a few pictures of the kids for myself. An avid photographer, Judy must have taken close to 20,000 pictures over the course of our marriage. The bonfire kept burning for hours. I also deleted all the downloaded pictures from our home computer, not before burning a few files onto a DVD disc. From what the kids told me, Judy was incensed when she learned what I had done. That sure explained the phone call that Saturday when she cursed me, and assured me that I would pay for what I had done.

I missed a few of my custody days. Because of my work and my busy schedule, I missed a few Saturday shift changes, having to rely more heavily on Judy's availability. That played a huge role in the final divorce ruling.

Then, the divorce went to court four months later. With all my missed custody, it was a given that I would lose this ruling.

And lose I did: Judy gaining rightful custody of the kids and received a nice child support payment in the process. She was given the exclusive use of the house and I had to vacate it within 24 hours.

I had two surprises waiting for Judy. First, as previously agreed between us, Amihan left the house with me. Judy was observing the process of me moving out from the house. She was in a car at the curb in the company of none else than Brad Johnson. When Judy saw me loading Amihan's trunks in the back of the pick-up, she came out of the car to demand an explanation.

"I am moving away, Ms. Judy. I think I will go back to the Philippines. I don't want to work for you anymore. You are not a nice lady. I will miss the children and Mr. White, but I don't want to work for you or that man over there," said Amihan, her eyes never leaving the ground.

With that, I opened the pick-up door to let Amihan in, and we drove away from a speechless Judy. Within minutes, Amihan and I were settled in my new 3-bedroom apartment. She would be working for me from now on, mostly as a maid and cook, but also as a nanny when the kids would be visiting.

The second surprise came two months after the divorce. Our company had a contract going up North. I was a frequent visitor to the work site but the company felt that they needed closer supervision. I accepted the move there for 6 months, from December to May. As a gift for her loyalty to me, I paid Amihan's plane ticket to go visit her family during that period; that way she wasn't a liar as she had told Judy that she would go back home.

It was hard for the kids and me to know that I would be away for so long. But guess what! It was harder on Judy. With all my missed scheduled turns to take the kids over the last months, and now the fact that she would be the only caregiver for the next 6 months, her social life kind of took a dive.

From what I heard through the grapevine, Brad never considered moving in with her, what with all the kids around. In April, they were officially not an item anymore, Brad having found a nice single blonde with no kids, that really likes to party.

I returned home at the end of May. Amihan was already back and she came to greet me at the airport. She was dressed to kill. Almost every male at the airport was ogling her. She jumped in my arms and hugged me fiercely.

"I missed you so much mister White," she said.

"And thank you again for paying for my plane ticket to visit my parents."

I was a bit embarrassed. Here was this gorgeous woman jumping me in public, almost 20 years my junior, looking like a teenager more than a 29 years old woman, and I looked like an old pervert. To be honest, I was also thrilled to have a chance to hold her in my arms. I missed her too. After her 10 years of loyal dedication to my family, she was part of the family. She had been also a great moral support during the divorce.

"I missed you too, a lot!" I told her. She hugged me again, pressing her slim body to mine.

We drove in silence toward home and made it in one hour. I was musing over the show of affection earlier at the airport. Amihan has never been so forward and had always dressed more conservatively. It is true that the last months before my departure, I had noticed that she dressed sexier, even showing me a glimpse here and there of her nice body, but I hadn't read anything into it. If I wasn't mistaking her behaviour, she was coming on to me. As a friend and confident in my time of need, I really cared for her and I wanted to be straightforward with her.

"Amihan, what's going on? I believe that you are trying to seduce me, and you are very good at it I must add. We have known each other for over 10 years. You have been a real support for me when I divorced Judy, and I thank you a lot for that. We have to be honest toward each other and speak freely. What's going on?" I asked her.

"You need a good wife Mister White," she said.

"Come on Amihan, call me Allan. You often called me Allan."

"Ok Mis... Allan! You need a good wife that will take care of you and that will take care of your children. You need a good wife that will give you love and more children. I care a lot for you Mis... Allan. I don't want you to be hurt again by that woman."

"You mean Judy, my ex-wife?"

"Yes!"

"Why would you think that she could hurt me more than she already has?"

"Well, now she's alone again. Her boyfriend left her. I fear she will try again to be your wife."

"And that would bother you? I thought you were sad that we divorced. Wouldn't you like Judy and me to be together again with the children?"

"No! My mother told me that you are a good man and that I would be a better wife. If I marry you, I will be only for you. I will be better, younger and prettier than her. I saw your pain. I heard you cry when everybody was asleep. I wanted to go to you, but you were still married to her, and that would have been bad of me. I don't want her back. I want you to be with me."

Wow! That was quite a revelation for sure. I was a bit at loss to follow her as I realized that our cultural differences were so great. In all she said to me, the only thing I knew for sure was that she wanted to be my wife. Did she love me? In a way, I guess. But I wasn't sure the way she saw love was similar to the way we think about it in North America. Nevertheless, she was a good friend and I didn't want to hurt her.

"Amihan, I am flattered. I am touched, but it is a bit early for me to think about marriage again. All I want is to be home, have you with me and have the kids around," I said as delicately as possible. 

"You are taking me by surprise, that's for sure. I never guessed that you had these feelings for me. I will have to think about it."

Amihan looked deflated. It was a turn down, and she knew it. I didn't want to leave her in that state of mind.

"Look Amihan! You are young, pretty and lovely. You would be better with somebody younger than me. But one thing is sure. I will never let Judy back in my life. Right now, you are the woman of my life."

It kind of cheered her up.

***

Epilogue

One year later

Amihan and me were quietly sitting on the couch. My gaze kept looking at the picture back on the wall of the living room where it belonged. It was a picture taken 5 years ago, my eldest son and my daughter were playing in the backyard with the hose, splashing each other while I was fast asleep in a lounging chair, our youngest son nestled in the crook of my arm, sleeping. I had not destroyed that picture. I put it in a frame and Judy hung it back on the living room wall.

Speaking of the devil, I heard her car pulled in the driveway. The kids rushed inside the house.

"Hi Dad, Hi Amihan," said Allan Jr, running toward his bedroom, followed by his sister and brother.

Judy was right behind them. She was still a beautiful woman, a classy woman. No wonder I fell in love with her.

"Sorry, we are late!" she said, going to the kitchen with a couple of bags of grocery.

Amihan got up and went to see what the kids were doing in their bedrooms. Judy was coming back toward the living room and she looked at Amihan's back. She finally looked back at me.

"My goodness you look good Allan!" she said. 

"Each time I see the gorgeous man I married so many years ago, I can't help thinking what a fool I have been."

"Yeah! That's true. But don't ever forget that I pushed all the right buttons to make you realize it sooner." I retorted.

"If I didn't love you so much, I would still be mad at the way you manipulated me. I know, I know, he would have left me anyway. But by leaving the kids with me, you kind of sped up the process. It took less than a year and he was gone, and I was alone, without a lover, and without a husband."

"I wanted to hurt you so bad," I acknowledged.

"And it worked. But I can't fault you really for simply making my life miserable after what I did to you. Just looking at you now and seeing how happy you are, without me, I know that the week-end alone without the kids will be another shitty week-end."

Amihan was walking back toward us; my three kids close behind her with their overnight bags. She was radiant with her big belly, eight months full of my child.

Amihan and Judy hugged each other.

"Take good care of the kids and Allan," asked Judy.

"Yes Ms Judy! I will. And I will have the kids phone you at least once a day. We will bring them back next week," Amihan said in a reassuring tone.

We left and I am sure Judy spent the next hour wondering the same thing as me: what would have been our life if we were still together? Wishful thinking, yes! But an impossible question to escape when both of us still realize what we lost. Let's just say that it was easier for me to get over it, with my new wife and my soon to be born second daughter.

Life goes on!



No Strings Attached



Lauren looked up from her order pad at the Marine, who was the only late night customers. "Tell you what since I'm closing up soon how about I make you a blue plate special?" She saw a frown crease the man's brow, "On the house. My way of showing gratitude for all you do."

The guy was typical United States Marine Corps, she smiled. She should know, hers was a Marine family. Since they had come to this country in the early nineteen hundreds, the men of the family had proudly served their adopted homeland. Her great-great grandfather had been a dough boy in World War I, her great grandfather had served as a US Marine in the Pacific theater. But they had been the lucky ones coming home to their families.

Lauren loaded the plate with a selection of her grandmother's best food. A large tamale and enchilada, rice and beans as well as a generous serving of grilled steak and chicken. Marines were always too lean. And this man was no exception. Her grandmother had already gone home for the night. Lauren had insisted that the woman take it easy these past couple of years since her heart attack. 

Irony was that Lauren did not come from a large Latino family, she had only her grandmother. Her father was an only child, his dad died in Vietnam before he could give him brothers or sisters. It was a curse that was to repeat itself when her own father died in Desert Storm. Her mother had left a couple of years later, Lauren had begged and pleaded to remain with her grandmother. She had seen her mother only handful of times over the past almost twenty years.

The buzzer on the industrial microwave went off and Lauren took the two plates from it using pot holders. She used her wide hips to swing open the double doors between the kitchen and the dining room. She smiled as she put the plate on the table in front of the man. "Hope you enjoy. Just holler if you want more. I've just got some cleaning up to do in the back."

He nodded, "Thank you, ma'am."

"Lauren. My name's Lauren." She studied him for a moment. He only nodded and picked up his fork. She frowned, usually the Marines that they got in this place were overly friendly. More than one had hit on her, which usually resulted in her grandmother coming out of the kitchen with a broom in her arthritic hands. But not this guy, he seemed a million miles away. 

Lauren watched him as she cleaned the dining room. Her grandmother had already cleaned the kitchen, so Lauren only needed to put a couple of things in the refrigerator and wipe down the microwave and food prep area again. The man seemed to enjoy his meal, shoveling large forkfuls of the food into his mouth. But it was obvious from his tall, lanky frame that he would burn it off easily enough. These guys usually did. 

As he brought the last forkful to his mouth, she approached the table. "Can I get you anything else? Grandma makes a mean apple pie."

He shook his head and looked up at her. Her heart froze in her chest at the sight of his deep blue eyes, eyes that held such pain she could not breath. "No, ma'am. It was delicious though."

Lauren was not usually the chatty type, not one to lead men on, she did her job waiting on them, but unlike the other waitress that had worked for her grandmother for years she did not flirt. But something about this man reached out to her. "You stationed here?" 

He shook his head, "Just home for a few weeks on leave. I'm heading back tomorrow."

She did not need to ask where to, half of the troops from the Marine base were deployed to Afghanistan. They had been for over a decade now. Every time another one came in the café before deploying her grandmother would grab the cross around her neck and kiss it, giving thanks that Lauren had been a girl baby and not another boy child to be sacrificed for duty and honor. But they still tried to do their part. 

"Leave? How long were you back?" she asked as she cleared the table in front of him.

"Six weeks. My wife was killed in a car accident," his voice was completely flat as he said the words, but it explained the pain in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," she murmured. 

He nodded, "Thank you for the food, ma'am. I guess I should head out, let you get out of here."

Lauren knew that he was right, but something inside of her sense that there was more to this man's story. She shook her head, "No, a cup of coffee and some pie. Before you go."

He frowned and looked at his watch. "I suppose if it is quick, ma'am."

She smiled and disappeared into the back once more. She frowned as she put the pie into the microwave and poured two cups of hot black coffee. What was she thinking? Obviously, the man was upset, but they had chaplains and counselors on the base. Surely, he would have spoken to them. But still her heart pulled her back towards the table. 

She smiled as she put the small plate of pie and cup of coffee down in front of him. But this time instead of busying herself with cleaning she took her own cup of coffee and sat down in the booth across from him. "I'm sorry about your wife. It must be hard."

He shrugged again as he brought a bite of pie to his mouth. His eyes locked on hers as he chewed as if he were studying her this time. Her heart skipped a couple more beats staring into those baby blues. He sighed as he laid his fork down on the plate. He lifted his cup of steaming coffee and took a sip. "Truth is that she was not alone when she was killed. My former best friend was in the car with her. They were having an affair."

Lauren tried hard to mask her shock. She knew that was the reaction the man was trying to illicit from her. That and perhaps pity. Instead she squared her shoulders and met his gaze, "It happens more often than it should. My mama had replaced my dad before his body was even cold in the ground. My grandmother always felt that she was probably messing around before Daddy died."

He smiled at her and nodded, "Corps family?"

She nodded, "For as long as we have been Americans, Flores have served this country with pride as Marines. My dad died in Desert Storm. My grandfather in Nam. And the generations before them served in Korea and both World Wars. So yeah, we know the score."

"But not you?"

She laughed, "Grandmother would kill me herself. She says that we have given enough of our men, they do not need our women too."

"Wise woman, your grandmother."

"She is that. So what now? You're heading back with this chip on our shoulder. I might only be in my second year as a psychology major, but even I know that's not a good combination."

He laughed then and it echoed around the empty diner. "You'll make a damned good shrink. I've had my head shrunk by the best, little lady and they could take lessons from you." He lifted another bite of the bite to his lips as he studied her some more. 

When he had finished it and drank more coffee, he stared down at the table, "Truth is that I went into Hollywood tonight. Thought I'd get drunk and find a prost," he paused and looked up at her, "a pro to drown my sorrows."

She nodded, "I take it, it didn't work."

He shook his head, "None of them appealed to me. Just made me sick to my stomach actually."

She shrugged this time, "Maybe what you need isn't that kind of comfort."

He laughed again, "Lady, I just spent nine months high and dry only to discover my best friend was doing my old lady. I've got at least another six months without a real woman. Oh, trust me, that is the kind of comfort I need."

"I meant maybe you don't want it from someone you have to pay for the pleasure. Maybe you just need some simple no strings attached fun with someone you like," she said as she stared into those deep blue pools.

"Oh, honey, there are always strings attached."

She laughed this time, "Not always. Sometimes two adults can just screw without head games or emotions."

He frowned at her, "I can't believe I'm even having this conversation with you, honey. You look like white picket fences and mini-vans, a half dozen kids, the dog and probably a cat or two."

She laughed at how accurately he had painted the picture of everything that she wanted most in life. And one thing she knew, that picture did not include a Marine. As her grandmother said, the family curse ended with her. But still from the moment this guy had walked into the diner there had been something about him that called to her. Something that set her tummy tumbling in a way that it had not in a very long time, well, honestly ever. She wanted him. If only for this one night. 

"So if you planned on hooking up with a pro, I take it you bought the condoms already?"

She watched as he sputtered into the coffee, but he nodded. "Then just let me cash out and you can walk me home, jar head." She stood up from the booth, but this time instead of just picking up his empty plate she leaned over to give him a view at her decent B-cup breasts. 

He frowned for a moment, before shrugging once more. "Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, my grandpa always said."

"Well, those ain't my mouth and I'm no horse," she pronounced with an extra swing of her round bottom in the tight jeans.

"No, ma'am. That you are not," he said as he stood up. 

It took Lauren twice as long as it should have to count up, she kept loosing track every time she glanced at the man waiting by the door. He was staring out into the cool desert night. She was sure that his mind must be as confused as her own. This was not like her. Oh, she was no flowering virgin, not that she wanted her grandmother to know that. But she had lost her virginity in high school to her steady boyfriend and over the past few years she had slept with a few more guys.

But casual sex was not her style. The no strings attached that she boasted to this man would be a new experience for her. She sighed, if she could go through with it. Yes, she was attracted to him. More so than she had been anyone. But still, as he accused she was white picket fences and commitment. It was the way she had been raised. And this no strings things was an anathema to her. She stuffed the deposit slip into the bag with the cash and zipped it up. She tugged it inside her coat and walked over to where he stood by the door.

"Don't tell me you do that when you're alone?" he frowned with obvious concern.

She shrugged, "The bank is just a couple of doors down and this is a small town." Lauren smiled as she reached up and brushed a kiss across his lips. "But thanks for caring." She meant it too. Somehow it took the sting out of the whole no strings thing. 

Then she realized that she did not even know the man's name. She debated that as they walked outside. She fumbled with the lock until it clicked into place and then motioned with her head towards the bank a couple of doors down the main street. 

Should she ask? It was scandalous to make love with a man whose name you did not even know. Not make love, she corrected herself. Have sex, no strings attached sex. And wasn't a name the thinnest of strings? If she knew his name, wouldn't she be tempted to scour the local news for information of him? She dropped the bag into the night deposit and turned towards him.

"My apartment is just over there," she motioned across the street to a block of town houses. He nodded and followed her in silence. Lauren debated it all again. When she looked over at her companion, his hands were stuffed into the pockets of his jeans, his own shoulders slumped over. 

As they stood in front of her door, he straightened, "Thank you, ma'am, for the dinner and the pie. And your nice offer, but this is probably a really bad idea."

She nodded, "Probably, but don't you think you at least owe me a good night kiss?" she teased.

He chuckled, "I suppose it is the least I can do, ma'am." His large hands encircled her upper arms, her skin seemed to catch fire even through the rough denim of her jacket. She looked up into those deep blues eyes that appeared darker under the dim light of her porch lamp. She watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down nervously. 

He lowered his head slowly closing the distance between them. "Thank you, ma'am," he whispered against her lips. She could smell the rich black coffee and the sweetness of the apple pie but there was something else too. Something totally and completely masculine, something that beckoned for her to taste its sin, just this once. 

As his lips moved softly over hers she took a single step forward into his arms, pressing her body against his. She moaned softly when she felt the hard ridge in his jeans brush against her thigh. He groaned like a wounded animal and then his tongue surged into her mouth. His grip on her upper arms tightened until it was almost painful, but it was the most intoxicating thing she had ever felt. Their tongues danced with one another for several long moments until he reluctantly drew back. 

"I should leave," he whispered as he looked into her face.

"But you won't," she smiled as she flicked the key in the lock of her front door. Without looking back she stepped inside her apartment. She did not bother to turn on the lamp, enough light filtered through the open curtains to illuminate their way to the bedroom. 

But it was not until she heard the door softly close behind her that she was certain he would follow. She sighed. She would consider later why she would have been so disappointed if this man had left. "Follow me," she smiled into the darkness, thankful that he had not. It was only a few short feet down the hall to her bedroom, but the walk had never felt so long as her mind once more fought the conventionality of a lifetime.

She was glad that the door was open, an impediment might have seen both of them running. As it was she reached back and took his hand, almost dragging him into her inner sanctum. Like the living room, she had left the curtains open when she went to work earlier and the full moon shone through lighting their way to her double bed. The brightly colored Mexican blanket was more muted in the darkness. 

She pulled him down on top of it with her as their lips once more sought and found the perfect erotic rhythm to keep the doubts at bay. She practically shoot off the bed when she felt his hand cup her right breast through her t-shirt. She moaned into his mouth as he found her nipple and pinched it between his thumb and finger. "Please," she heard the throaty whisper when he pulled back from the intense kiss for a moment. Who was that sexy siren. she thought. 

"Yes, ma'am," he whispered as his lips trailed hot, wet kisses down the side of her throat as his other hand brushed up the inside of her thighs until it cupped her heated core. Her hips had a mind of their own as they arched up into his caress as he rubbed her through the rough material. Then his hot mouth found her hard nipple, his teeth bit lightly at it through her shirt and bra. She cried out, but not in pain.

His fingers found the button of her jeans and tugged so hard that she was afraid he would tare it off. Then she heard the loud sound of the zipper in the quiet of their little world without any rules. When she felt his calloused hand push inside her pants to cup her wet womanhood, her legs fell open even more. 

Then his fingers were inside of her, pushing harder and deeper than anyone ever had. And she was flying, racing to the moon, sailing through the darkness as the stars rushed past her closed eyes. "Oh god," she cried out as her hands gripped his shoulder for an anchor in the turbulent seas. She had never felt anything like this before as her orgasm went on and on. 

She felt something sliding slowly down her legs, but her endorphin flooded brain did not register that it was her jeans until she saw him toss them across the room. Then those rough hands were tearing and pawing at her shirt. She lifted her head to allow him to pull it off, taking her bra with it. Then she was naked. Naked in her bed. With a strange man. A man, whose name she did not even know. 

If that other Lauren would have balked at the idea, this new sexy siren found her hands tearing at his t-shirt as impatiently as he had torn at hers. His own hands were already working on his belt buckle and jeans. She managed to tug his shirt off just seconds before he pushed his jeans off to land on the floor. 

Then his hands were all over her. Skimming her stomach and heating a trail to her firm breasts as his mouth captured her nipple and suckled. The sensation was even more intense without the thin barrier of her shirt and bra. She was whimpering and moaning, rubbing against her like her grandmother's gato as she felt the tension coursing through her once more. 

He must have felt it too as his hand once more spread her thighs open. This time instead of pushing deep inside of her core, his thumb found the hard nub at the apex of her mound. It circled the throbbing button, coming closer and closer to it, but not actually touching it. Until she cried out, "Please," once more. 

Then he stroked it hard and fast as three of his thick fingers plunged inside of her wetness. She arched up as his teeth bit into her nipple. It is not possible, she thought, as once more she surfed the universe. Her orgasm rolled on for all eternity as her body tightened and spasmed from her toes to the top of her head that felt it would explode at any moment. 

She heard something tearing and suddenly he was on top of her, covering her as he pushed inside of her. She sucked in a deep breath and willed her body to relax a bit. He was larger than her other lovers had been, thicker too. It did not help that she had not had sex since her grandmother's heart attack over two years ago. But none of that mattered. She had to have this man inside of her. Had to feel all of him. Know all of him. 

When he would have pulled back, slipped away perhaps, her nails sank into the firm flesh at his sides, no love handles for this man. This perfect lover. This aberration. She held him to her, drew him deeper as she arched her hips up to meet his thrust. He groaned out this time, "So fucking tight."

He was inside of her then, pushing deep. Hard and fast. Pounding mindlessly. it was what they both wanted. What their bodies demanded on this mad rollercoaster ride through the stars. She cried out just as she would when plunged down the ride at the fair. Her body exploded yet again and this time it was more intense because the frantic way her lover was moving inside of her told her he was with her this time, every step of the way, every twist and turn and he followed her, took her on the ride of a life time. 

She was gasping for breath, her whole body replete, limp and exhausted. She could barely lift a finger as she felt him collapse on top of her. She smiled and closed her eyes as she felt him shift to the right, taking the bulk of his weight off of her. But their legs and lower bodies remained intimately locked. She wanted to say something. Tell this man how spectacular it had been. But words would not come. 

His breathing slowed and she found her hands caressing his broad shoulders. She looked over at his handsome face, relaxed now in sleep. She memorized each line and plane. She knew this was a dream. A once in a life time experience and she did not want to waste a moment of it. But her body was too satiated, after along day on her feet and then the stellar releases of her orgasms, it was impossible to fight slumber forever. 

They woke twice more in the night. Lauren was shocked that each seemed to be better than the last. As she fell asleep in his arms that last time, she promised herself that she would ask his name in the morning. Perhaps exchange numbers and emails. See where this thing might go.

But she awoke to the shrill sound of her alarm. The sun was pouring into her bedroom, revealing the stark truth of daylight. She was alone. Her mystery man was gone. Disappeared into the desert. She swallowed back regret and gloried that for once she had had the courage to grab life and hold onto for the most exhilarating ride of her life. 




No Strings Attached



"Thank you, jar head," she whispered as she stretched her naked body. She ached in the most delicious of ways as she stood and walked to the shower. Time to face another day, but she knew that she would relive it all again that night. In her dreams. In the bed that she had shared for one instant with the man of her dreams.



No Strings Attached



I watched in a daze as she covered her face with her hands. There was a buzzing in my ears and it took me a moment to realize she was embarrassed. I must have looked shell shocked. Hell I was but not in the negative way she was thinking. She started to pull away but I managed to get control of my body in time to hold her in place. I leaned over her and began moving again. She moaned despite herself. I bent next to her ear and said the only thing I could. I just had to hope it was the right thing. "That was the single hottest thing I've ever fucking experienced."

She moved her hands slowly. It was in total opposition to the quick movement of her hips as she met each of my thrusts. "Really?" She asked in a small uncertain voice. I smiled at her and let my eyes fill with my desire. 

"Oh, yes. Don't be embarrassed. Let's see if I can do it again."

"You can. I've been trying to hold it back because I didn't want to freak you out but the more you fucked me the harder it became."

"Don't hold back on my account baby. Let's wet this whole bed up." I said enthusiastically. She laughed throatily at that. I withdrew from her and flipped her over onto her knees then pushed back into her. She slammed herself back onto me and I used her momentum and wetness to push two fingers into her ass. She groaned but took them. Her body shuddered at the new intense sensation and it was less than a dozen strokes later before she was coming again. I slapped her ass with my free hand moving my fingers inside her ass, letting her feel them rub against the ridges of the dick through the thin membrane of skin that separated her holes as it slid in and out.

She was reduced to animalistic pants and grunts before screaming my name as she reached another cataclysmic orgasm. I removed my fingers and pulled out of her pussy before the spasms had fully ceased and slowly, gently eased into her ass. I used her own juices to lube the dick some more and continued pushing into her. Her back arched, she turned her head and watched as I stretched her open. "Holy shit." She moaned when I was half way in. I withdrew slowly and pushed back in burying another inch. "Oh fuck, oh God, oh it feels soooooooo good. God, I didn't know it would feel like this." She testified. "I'm coming, OH FUCK!" She cried out suddenly. I watched her pussy pulse and spit all over the sheets. 

I had to close my eyes, the visual stimulus was too much and I didn't want to lose control in her virgin ass. I kept my pace steady until eventually all eight inches was buried inside of her. I moved in and out slowly until she grew impatient and began pushing herself back onto my length. "Faster." She begged. I wanted to give her what she wanted but I didn't want her to regret it in the morning. I tried to remain in control but she was having none of it. She sat up suddenly forcing me back so that my weight rested on my thighs and calves. She was now in charge and rode my dick with her ass. She worked it in and out until she was able to take it in a fast bouncing rhythm. I let her take it, moving my hand around to the front so I could stimulate her clit.  

Cecilia shivered violently before coating my hand as she came. I used her hair to pull her head back and spoke directly into her ear. "Ride that dick bitch. Suck on my shit with your ass you nasty little cunt. Show Big Daddy how much you love this fat ass dick filling your shit up." She gasped and moaned.

"Yes, yes, yes." She chanted.

"You like that don't you bitch?"

"Oh, God, yes Big Daddy." She agreed. 

"Cum for me babygirl. Let me feel your pussy spit all over my hand."

My words seemed to send her into overdrive. She began slamming herself down faster and harder, her small frame shaking uncontrollably. She was repeating, "Yes, yes, yes" over and over again until finally she surrendered to the pleasure and peaked. If I said she'd screamed during orgasm before, it was nothing compared to this. The sound was unbelievably erotic, something beyond words, completely primal in its passion. Her nails dug into my thighs and hips drawing blood. Her body shook and she drained herself all over my thighs and dick and the bed. I was with her the entire way, my own orgasm unlike anything I'd ever even imagined.

She collapsed forward, her momentum dislodging our bodies. The candles had guttered out, the sun was rising and the only thing I could do was follow her and pass out. We woke the second time in the afternoon, showered together and finally got around to getting some real food. I didn't see much of California during that trip. We discovered on Monday we were there to attend the same seminar and once we got a full conversation in, that we lived in the same area. We've been together ever since. We're discovering new ways to ruin sheets and loving every experience as it comes.



No Strings Attached



The cold gust of wind blew hard as I walked around the corner toward the front doors of the quaint brick downtown post office. I knew it would be busy, with only a week before Christmas. I was there for stamps and hoped the lines would be shorter this early in the morning. I heard the sound of cardboard boxes tumbling behind me as I approached the post office front doors. "Aagh!" a frustrated woman's voice cried out immediately after. Natural reaction spun me around to help. A tall woman stood next to her car parked at the curb in front of the post office. Her arms were filled with two large boxes. Two medium sized boxes were strewn on the sidewalk and a small one next to her feet in between the open BMW convertible passenger door and the car.

"Can I help you?" I offered.

"I thought I could get them all." 

"I'd be glad to carry some in for you" 

"You don't mind?" she asked, relieved but wondering if she could trust this stranger.

"Not at all," I said. "I am on my way in too."

"I should have realized it was too much to carry," she confessed. "It took me two trips to get it all in the car."

I picked up the boxes as she stepped on to the sidewalk. After retrieving the small box, I closed her car door and we headed for the line that had already begun to form inside. We both put our stack of boxes on the counter island next to the queue. The return address on the boxes revealed her name as Grace.

"Thanks again," she said, feeling a little uncomfortable at the undeserved kindness of this stranger. 

My first complete glance of her caught me by surprise. She was stunningly captivating, no longer concealed by her boxes. I was taken in by her large dark eyes as our stares locked for a magical moment. Her bright warm smile, offset by her light ebony skin, revealed more than her words. She was a tall slender 5' 10", wearing a navy blue Adidas sweat suit. The white line down the side of her sweatpants accentuated her long legs. 

"No problem," I said, "I was glad to help. By the size of this line I wouldn't have gone anywhere quickly anyway."

"Well, thank you. You should at least be in front of me in line."

"That's OK," I said, "ladies first."

"That's very nice, but you have already done so much. You deserve to be in front."

"Thank you, but for me ladies always come first." 

"But," she tried to interrupt.

"I think the whole idea of deserving is over rated," I persisted. "Kindness is a gift -- the moment it deserves or comes with strings attached, the gift is lost."

"That is so sexy," she muttered under her breath.

"Excuse me?"

"I've never thought of it that way," she said. "There is always some kind of string attached -- especially this time of year." 

"Ironic, isn't it? I think a gift is something with no strings attached -- unless it has a bow to be untied," I said with a smile.

"That's hard for me. I am not used to that." Her discomfort showed as she unknowingly began her nervous habit of playing with the zipper on the front of her sweat suit.

"Bows?" 

"No," she said allowing the humor to break the awkwardness, "to receive without feeling obligated."

"It is better to give than to receive -- but it is harder sometimes to just receive."

"It is for me. I feel like I owe them something -- like I owe you something. I should at least let you be in front of me in line." 

The line in front of us moved forward a step. "Receive the gift, ladies first."

"Thank you," she said conceding with another of her warm smiles. "You are a gentleman and very nice," inadvertently glancing down my body as she turned to step forward in line.

The line moved at its slow predictable speed, allowing me to quietly enjoy the view in front of me. Grace was well proportioned and fit. The white lines of her Adidas sweat jacket invited my eyes down the line of her pants to her white Adidas tennis shoes. "Mmm," I thought, "she does a lot to generate brand loyalty!" She left the zipper of her jacket a third of the way down, exposing some of her bulging cleavage. Her beauty and subtle floral perfume captivated my attention. 

"Next please," called out from the counter interrupted my daze. Grace grabbed her two large boxes and placed them in front of the clerk. She turned around and picked up the other three, offering me a wink and a smile. "Thanks again," she said, then turned to deliver her remaining boxes to the clerk. 

Two or three minutes passed as she assigned different values to the boxes and made the customary decisions of insurance and return receipts. "That will be fifty two dollars and seventy five cents," the clerk volunteered after his calculations. Grace reached for her purse and realized she didn't have it. "Oh no," she said, "I must have left my purse in the car. I was so frazzled with all my boxes. I am so embarrassed. Can I run outside real fast? My car is just outside." I saw the look of panic and mortification on her face. The crowd in line was visibly impatient as they watched. She promised, "I will be right back," halfway saying it to the clerk, the other half to reassure those in line. 

Grace ran out to her car, almost slipping on the ice at the base of the outside steps. I watched out the window as she looked into the front passenger window of her car, then her back window. She began to look more frantic. She pulled her car keys out of her sweat pants pocket and opened the front passenger door. She bent over, crawled in and began a panicked search. 

I quietly stepped up to the clerk at the counter. "I am sorry sir," he said frustrated, "I need to wait to complete the transaction with the woman who was just here before I can assist you. She ran out to her car to get her wallet."

"I know," I said, "it doesn't look like she is having very much luck out there. I would like to purchase 100 Christmas stamps and pay for her packages as well."

"Are you sure?" he asked. "That is awfully nice of you."

"Please," I said, "I would like to have it done before she gets back." 

"That will be ninety one seventy five," he said. I swiped my Visa quickly and began to make my way toward the exit that served the P.O. boxes. "Wait," the clerk called out with a puzzled look, "What do I tell her?" 

"Tell her it is a gift," I replied, "no strings attached."

As I pulled out of the back exit of the side parking lot, I saw Grace in my rear view mirror. She was standing at the corner of the building hurriedly looking around, not knowing where I had gone or what kind of car I might be driving. She looked beautiful with her black hair blowing in the cold wind. I smiled as I pulled into traffic. It felt good that a small act of anonymous kindness turned a bad day into a good one for a beautiful creature -- with no strings attached. 

Chapter Two

The image of Grace standing in the parking lot with her beautiful large eyes and dark hair blowing in the wind provided wonderful daydreaming distractions throughout the morning at work. As enjoyable as the "pay it forward" moment was, the hardest part was knowing I would never see her again. It was a chance encounter. The memory of the morning and of Grace faded with the intense year-end pressures that preoccupied the office this time of year.

I came back from lunch and found the first in a string of unusual surprises, a red rose delivered from a local florist to my desk. I opened the small envelope with my name on it. The card inside was simple and white with only a red heart hand drawn in the center. I quickly looked around to see who might be watching. There was no one. My mind raced to think of who would have sent a random red rose. Was there an office Secret Santa, or admirer? 

Late in the afternoon, my office telephone rang. 

"Mr. Cadeau?" the voice on the other end asked.

"Yes," I answered.

"I am the Maitre d' of Chez Bienveillance. I am calling to confirm your 7:30 dinner reservation tonight."

"I'm sorry," I said surprised, "you must be mistaken. I don't have a reservation." It is the only five-star restaurant in the city. I knew I had no reservation.

"Yes sir," he replied, "I understand you did not make the reservation. I am calling to let you know that you have a reservation at 7:30 tonight and to confirm your presence, with no strings attached."

"No strings attached?" I asked. "Did you say 'no strings attached?"

"Yes sir I did. May I confirm your reservation?"

My mind raced. How could this be? Who would make this reservation for me at Chez Bienveillance? Why did he use the words "no strings attached?" Certainly this couldn't have anything to do with Grace. She doesn't know who I am? How could she?

"Sir?" he asked again.

"Oh Yes," I blurted out. "Yes, I will be there." I have no plans tonight and my curiosity was doing gymnastics. "How can I pass this up? May I ask who made the reservation?"

"Yes sir, you may ask, but unfortunately I am not obliged to say. The only request is that you come ready to receive this meal as a gift."

"A gift?"

"Yes sir. We look forward to having you join us tonight."

"Thank you," I said. "I will be there."

My mind raced. First the rose appeared, then this reservation. Are they connected?

The Chez Bienveillance requires formal attire. The seven thirty reservation gave plenty of time to get home from work, change and arrive for the reservation. I showered and dressed in a dark double breasted suit with a colorful Garcia tie. The doorbell rang as I pulled the tie into place. I opened the door to the next surprise of the day.

"Mr. Cadeau?" the uniformed courier asked.

"Yes."

"I have a delivery for you. Please sign here."

I signed the form, took the cardboard envelope and rewarded the courier with a generous tip.

The space for the return address had no writing, only a red heart like that on the card that came with the red rose earlier in the day. I opened the envelope. It contained a single hotel key card. The card had the name and logo for the Hotel Seduire, the finest hotel in the city. I was perplexed. Why would a hotel key card be delivered to my door, a hotel key card from the Seduire? Who sent it? I couldn't make sense of the events of this afternoon. I called the Hotel Seduire. 

"Yes sir, Mr. Cadeau, we have your prepaid executive suite reservation for this evening," the voice from the hotel's front desk explained. "Your key is being express delivered and should be arriving within the hour."

"It has just arrived," I replied.

"Very good," the clerk said. "Your room is ready for you whenever you arrive. If there is any other way we can be of assistance, we are at your disposal."

"Thank you very much," I said. "Can you tell me who made the reservation."

"I am sorry Mr. Cadeau," that information is not available. There is a notation here however that indicates this is a gift, no strings attached."

"A gift? No strings attached?"

"Yes sir. Is there any other way I can be of assistance?"

"Not right now," I said. "Thank you."

I put the key in my pocket, picked the rose from the vase and drove to Chez Bienveillance -- toward an unimaginable gift.

Chapter 3

I walked through the door of the restaurant at 7:30. The voluptuous hostess greeted me by name. She alone would bring customers back. Her long blond hair, blue eyes and white smile welcomed me. Her tiny dress swayed over her ass as she escorted me to a private dining area near the back of the restaurant. I had not been to the Chez Bienveillance before, but found myself already enjoying the experience. The beautiful large chandeliers were dimmed to a pleasant romantic level. The leather furniture was elegant and comfortable. The semi-circle booth had two place settings with several utensils carefully laid around the plate. A single candle was lit on the table. "Here is your table, Mr. Cadeau. Please make yourself comfortable. Your party will be here shortly."

"Thank you. Can you tell me who will be joining me this evening?"

"I am sorry sir, but I cannot. I do know however that this evening is a gift for you. You are a very fortunate man." She leaned over to whisper in my ear, exposing her abundant cleavage. "My name is Heather. If there is anything I can do to make your evening more pleasurable," she said smiling with a wink, "please don't hesitate to ask." She ran her hand across my shoulder as she began to walk away, "we take pride in our customer satisfaction."

A number of thoughts came to mind that I immediately pushed away. She knew she had my attention. I was intrigued by the events of the day and the evening that looked increasingly promising. I had no idea the gift this night would be.

The hostess slipped away from the table toward the front of the restaurant. As she did, I was stunned by the vision walking toward me with a seductive smile. Grace's eyes were locked on mine, never veering as she walked toward me through the restaurant. She was strikingly beautiful. She was wearing a small black satin cocktail dress like I had never seen, with matching three inch black heels. The bodice was a halter with two small pieces of satin coming from behind her neck, simply falling down over her ample firm breasts, meeting the fabric over her waistline. Below was a short miniskirt length dress opening to her long glistening bare legs. Grace was riveting, and she knew it. The dress left her entire cleavage, back and awe-inspiring legs exposed, accentuating her fine ebony features. "May I join you?" she asked coyly.

I instantly stood up. "There is nothing I would like more."

"Ever the gentleman, aren't you."

She leaned over as she moved into the booth, knowingly allowing the material to loosen over her chest. The brief view of her firm round breasts was breathtaking. Her long beautiful dark legs became even more exposed as she slid further into the booth, pushing the bottom of her dress up.

"Wow," I said. "You look amazing. You had my attention this morning, but..."

"Thank you," she said knowing she had me right where she had hoped, in the palm of her hand.

"I assume this is not a coincidence that we meet again."

"On the contrary," she answered assertively. 

"Fascinating," I said. "You are amazing. I have some questions for you."

"Shoot," she said.

I handed her the rose. "I believe this may belong to you?"

"I am glad to see that you received it," she said smiling. "Beautiful isn't it? It is yours, like everything else tonight." 

"But, why ...?"

"How do you say it?" she interrupted. "It is a gift, with no strings attached."

"I don't know what to say."

"I think you'd say receive the gift."

"Touché." 

"Touché," the waitress mimicked as she approached the table. "It sounds like interesting conversation already," she said suggestively. "Welcome to Chez Bienveillance. My name is Monique. Any way I can make your dining experience more pleasurable, anything," she said pausing to look each of us in the eyes with a smile, "please ask me. It will be my delight." Monique had short light brown hair and ocean blue eyes. She wore a deep green sheer low cut tight-fitting dress that stopped just above her knees. "Anything I can get you to drink as we begin our experience together?"

"A bottle of Louis Roederer Champagne, year 2000" Grace asserted according to her plan. 

"Very nice. As you wish," Monique said confidently. "I will be right back with it." The two women smiled at each other as if there was a conversation going on that I was not privy to.

"Would you prefer the privacy curtain remain open, you may I close it for you?"

"You may close it," Grace said confidently.

"Of course." Monique closed the curtain and vanished. Grace turned toward me and locked her eyes on to mine. "So, you have some questions," she said smiling.

"Well, let me first say thank you. This is all very kind. I never imagined with our encounter this morning, with the boxes ..."

"I can't imagine anything more sexy."

"Sexy?"

"Kindness and generosity, as you say it, with no strings attached, is rapturously sexy. I have thought about it all day. I decided I wanted to get to know you better."

"You get what you want?"

"Always."

"You have pursued that creatively."

"Thank you. It is a strong suit of mine, only the beginning however."

"How did you find me? I made a point to remain discreet."

"Yes you did, which made you irresistibly attractive. My whole life people want something from me. No matter what it is, there are always strings attached. You not only gave with no strings, you tried to cut the strings by sneaking away. I have never experienced that kind of unsolicited generosity." 

"Apparently I wasn't very good at sneaking away" I said. "I did experience regret throughout the day that I would never see you again. Today is full of surprises."

"You have no idea," she said.

"So, you never answered my question."

"The receipt," she said offering that warm smile of hers and feeling clever. 

"The receipt?"

"I was so aggravated when I returned to the post office after looking in my car for my wallet. I had no idea what I would do when I walked back in there. The clerk told me it was taken care of as a gift with no strings attached. I quickly looked around for you and realized what you did. I ran to catch you and was so disappointed when you got away."

"Or so I thought."

"Or so you thought," she smiled. "The post office clerk handed me the receipt for my packages with their tracking numbers. Your name was at the bottom of the receipt from your credit card."

"Ahhh," I said feeling out-witted. So how did you find me?"

"Oh, that was easy. Evidently you are one of a kind, the only Cadeau in the area. I did a simple internet phonebook search, then googled you. In 30 seconds I knew where you lived and where you worked. I decided what I wanted to do, put my plan into effect, and here we are."

"Very resourceful."

"Thank you," Monique said as she came around the curtain with the Champagne. She popped the cork, poured the customary sample and offered it to me. At my approval she poured our glasses and placed the bottle in the iced bucket. "Would you like to order now or start with an hors d'oeuvre?" We ordered some calamari. "A wonderful aphrodisiac" Monique said as she slipped away.

"A toast?" I offered.

"A toast, to no strings attached." Our glasses clinked and our eyes locked. She took a drink and dropped her glass to her neckline.

"So," I continued, "tell me about the Hotel Seduire."

"The finest in the city," Grace said.

"And this card?" I said as I pulled it out of my pocket.

"I am glad you received that too," she said. "That is for your room. I believe you will be quite pleased."

"Just me?" I asked. 

"Well now, that is up to you," Grace said. "You can see how the night unfolds, but there are no strings attached."

"Very classy," I said.

The next two and a half hours of dining was the most pleasurable dining experience I had ever had. The experience unfolded course by course with a different wine paired with each part of the meal. By the third course, after a bottle of Champagne and a few glasses of wine, both of us were feeling very relaxed and comfortable. We talked and laughed easily, like old friends, with the sexual tension never fading. Grace surprised me when Monique showed up to clear the dishes from our third course in anticipation of the next installment.

"Monique," Grace initiated, can you pull the curtain closed behind you for me? I have a favor to ask."

"Sure," Monique said as she pulled the curtain closed. "How can I be of service?"

"You look very attractive tonight," Grace said.

"Thank you" Monique answered. "You however are the most stunning woman in the restaurant."

"Thank you," Grace said receiving the complement. "I can see," Grace continued, "that you have a very sexy bra under that beautiful sheer dress of yours."




No Strings Attached



"Yes I do." Monique said reaching up to fill her hands with her own breasts. "Why do you ask?"

"It looks very nice, but I am without one tonight," she said reaching under the fabric of her left breast."

"And you look amazing in that dress," Monique complemented. 

"Thank you, but your bra is making me feel a bit under-dressed. You invited us to ask you if there was anything, anything you could do to make our dining experience more pleasurable."

"Yes," Monique conceded. "How may I enhance your experience tonight?"

"I believe we would both find it even more pleasurable if you would serve us without your bra." Turning to me, she asked with a smile "wouldn't you darling?"

I was shocked by her boldness, but pleasantly so. Just when I think I have her figured out, she continues to surprise. I stumbled for words. "Well, yes, but..."

"May I have your bra please?" she asked Monique candidly.

Monique looked surprised but unflustered. "Absolutely," she smiled. "I will be very glad to accommodate you with that. I will be right back."

I was amazed.

Before Monique could escape, Grace reached out and touched her arm. "I am sorry Monique," she said, "I didn't communicate myself very well. Please forgive me." 

Monique looked relieved, just for a moment.

Grace reached her open hand out toward Monique. "Please," she politely and firmly demanded, "your bra."

"Right here?" she asked. "Right now?"

"Yes," Grace answered simply. "Right here and right now."

Monique did not hesitate, her eyes alternatively locking in on Grace and me. She seductively reached her left hand to the strap on her right shoulder and slowly slid it down off her shoulder. She then did the same for her left shoulder, allowing the strap to fall below her elbow. Pulling her arms out of the straps, the bodice of the dress fell to her waist, revealing her green strapless bra. The bra was little more than wired fabric beneath her large round tits that pushed them up and out, leaving her nipples exposed. She reached behind her back with both arms, to unstrap her bra, jutting her tits out toward us. Her growing nipples exposed her own arousal in the moment. She smiled as she unclasped the bra, unwrapped it from her body and handed it to Grace. "I believe this belongs to you now." Her tits stood firm and at attention. Looking down at my growing bulge she asked us both, "any other way I can be of service?" 

"Not right now," Grace said holding her new bra up to her face as if to take in the aroma. 

"I will be right back with your next course then," she said as she pulled the straps of her dress back to her shoulders.

"Wow, that was bold," I said still amazed by what just happened.

"I surprised myself. I have never done anything like that before. I guess I am feeling comfortable and uninhibited. I hope that is OK with you," she said with a smile as she held up the bra as if a prize.

We finished the glass of wine and enjoyed the next two courses, and how they were served. It appeared that Monique was making an extra effort to bend over as she served us, allowing the low cut dress to expose as much of her unhindered breasts as possible. After clearing our dishes and wine glasses from the main course, Monique instructed "Our final course tonight is dessert, prepared for you."

"Before you get that Monique," Grace interrupted, "may I ask another question?"

"Of course," Monique answered feeling curious and adventurous, "anything."

"I love the bra you gave me."

"I am glad you like it."

"I am just curious," Grace continued, "about the thong you are wearing under your dress."

"Yes," Monique confessed, "it is all I am wearing."

"Very nice. Does it match the bra?"

"Yes it does," Monique again confessed. "They came together."

"I think they should stay together then, don't you? May I have it please?"

Monique smiled. "Of course," she said without hesitation. She knew what Grace wanted. "It would be my pleasure." Standing in front of us, with her back to the curtain, she pulled up the bottom of her dress in front, exposing her furry mound. She moved it around, showing us she was enjoying herself. Never taking her eyes off of us, she slipped her fingers underneath the strings of her thong and slowly pushed them down toward her knees. The thong fell to her knees, then to her high heels. She bent down, lifted one foot then the other, picked her dark green thong from the floor and gave it to Grace. 

"Ooo" Grace said, "they are a bit damp. Someone is enjoying themselves this evening."

Monique smiled. The light over the booth shone through the sheer material, offering revealing glimpses of her form and bushy mound. "I hope you enjoy them as much as I have tonight." She closed the curtain again as she left. 

"You are feeling comfortable, and bold this evening," I said.

"More and more," she shot back suggestively.

Only a few minutes passed before Monique was back to deliver a flaming raspberry chocolate mousse and matching dessert wine. "We have the finest chocolate mousse in the city," Monique boasted. "Because of our experience together tonight, I want to offer something never offered before. You may have your choice of how to enjoy your mousse: standard or à la mode.

"How is it different?" I asked. "I have never had mousse with ice cream before."

"Ah, Mr. Cadeau, that is a common but limited understanding of à la mode. It means more than something served with ice cream. Its actual French translation means "fashionable." 

"Fashionable?" I asked.

"So you see, it is all in how they are served." she said. "Our standard elegant way of serving our mousse is famous around the region. It is as you see it now in our fine crystal. Your other option this evening is for your mousse to be served à la mode, or enjoyed as fashion. My tits will wear and serve them for your enjoyment. The choice is yours," she said with her smile, "no strings attached."

I glanced over at Grace. She looked mesmerized by Monique and what she was offering. She looked over to me. "Well?" Grace asked. "What is your pleasure?"

"Wow," I said, "I'm not sure what to say. Monique, you have brought new meaning to à la mode. But I have to tell you Grace, you are the one that I am here with. You are the one that captivates me."

"You are amazing," Grace said turning her astonished gaze from me to Monique. "You have a once in a lifetime invitation literally laid out before you, and you remain the consummate gentleman. Nothing turns me on more. I am so hot right now. How do you do it?"

"Look in the mirror Grace. I'm with you tonight. I've never met anyone like you and am having the most amazing experience of my life -- and we just met this morning!"

"The question is still on the table," Grace said with a seductive smile. "How would you like your mousse?" she asked with her hand now under the satin of her dress massaging her own breast. 

"Next to you," I said.

Grace was overwhelmed. "I have never done anything like this," she confessed. Turning confidently to Monique, she said "I want your dress in my hand and your ass on this table. We are having Chocolate Raspberry Mousse de Monique à la mode ." 

"As you wish," Monique said with a devilish smile. "I hope you are hungry." For the second time in an hour, Monique slid her hands under the shoulder straps of her dress and pushed them off her shoulders. Her tits poured out as the dress dropped to her waist. Slipping her fingers under the dress at her waist, the dress easily dropped past her tight ass, to the floor. Her tan body stood there, tits erect and only in her green high heel shoes. Monique mounted the table in front of us. She looked at us in the eyes. "Nothing but satisfied customers leave this booth tonight," she said then laid her back on the table in front of us. Dessert was served.

Grace didn't hesitate. The wine was clearly making her feel uninhibited. She emptied the mousse onto Monique. Monique moaned at the coolness of the mousse on her body, instantly drawing her knees up in response. Grace began licking Monique's right tit. With her lips coated in mousse, she looked up to me and said "enjoy." Monique moaned as Grace and I each took an erect nipple between our teeth. She began to finger herself. We licked her clean as she exploded in an orgasm below us. As our cleaned Monique shook with delight, Grace and I came up face to face over her tits. Our eyes locked and we kissed for the first time, finishing the mousse on our faces.

We sat back in the booth while Monique laid spread across our table. I filled our wine glasses from our dessert wine, and poured what remained over an unsuspecting Monique. "A toast," I said raising my glass.

"A toast," Grace answered, "with no strings attached."

Chapter Four

Grace and I left Chez Bienveillance in a daze. The dining experience we just shared left us both buzzing, feeling relaxed and surprisingly comfortable with each other. The cool night air felt good on our faces. We held hands as we walked down the street.

"Do you like to dance?" Grace asked.

"I would love to dance with you," I answered. 

"I know just the place," she said, "two blocks up."

There was a small line waiting outside Club Nu. "Do you come here often?" I asked.

"No, I have never been here. I have heard a lot about it though. I really don't get out very much. I am feeling adventurous tonight."

"And a little cool?" I asked noticing her nipples pushing through the satin.

"A little, but I will warm up inside," she said with a smile.

"Welcome to Club Nu," the bouncer said as he opened the door to let us in. The room had a multi-lighted wood dance floor in the middle, a large ornate bar along the wall near the entrance, and tables under low light around the room. The room thundered from the beat of the music and the activity on the packed dance floor. 

We found a table for two in the shadows near the side wall. "My name is Danielle," a voice said from the darkness just before she appeared at our table. "You can call Danni." She was a perky petite five foot two brunette with bright hazel eyes. The top half of the buttons up the front of her white sleeveless shirt were left open providing generous views. Unlike Monique, Danni was already free of any bra and small tits were as perky as she was. Her untucked shirt fell over the top of her short black miniskirt. Her high heels raised her two inches over her short stature. "I will be taking care of you tonight," she said. We both looked at her, then at each other with a smile, remembering what happened the last time we heard those words. "Wow," she said taking a second look at her new customers, "you two are a hot couple." We felt complimented and awkward at the same time. "What can I get for you to drink tonight? We have twelve beers on tap, any domestic or imported beer, a variety of wines, mixed drinks or our special," she said with a wink.

"What is your special," Grace asked.

"A drink our bartender picked up from New Orleans called the Screaming Orgasm. If it doesn't give you one," she said as if speaking from experience, "it'll get you ready for one!"

"Whoa," I said.

"Sounds great to me," Grace said. "I'll start with one and hold you to it," she said looking Danni in the eyes.

"You won't be disappointed," Danni said confidently.

"And what can I get you handsome," she said looking me up and down.

"Heineken on draft please," I said.

"Sixteen or thirty two ounce?" she asked.

"Thirty two please."

She was gone as fast as she appeared. "Want to dance?" I asked with the change of a song.

Grace answered by standing up and taking my hand. "Let's go handsome." 

She shook her ass with sassy confidence as we made our way to the center of the dance floor. Our bodies joined with the movement in the room and Grace wasted no time. Her face lit up with her captivating smile as she danced. Her body moved like magic to the music. As she danced, her arms caressed the air and then herself. Rarely did her eyes leave mine. My eyes were riveted to her moving body. After several songs, we both showed signs of getting hot. Sweat began to form down her neckline and cleavage. Grace never slowed down nor let on that she knew when her large breasts escaped the satin covering of her dress. Under the searing lights, sweat dripped down her tits and off her nipples. As the music slowed, we took one another in our arms and pulled each other close. We danced as one. I could feel the softness of her breasts against me, and I knew she could feel my hardness growing. The song ended with a kiss and electricity.

"Are you thirsty," I asked. 

"More than you know," she said seductively looking at me in the eyes and boldly running her hand across my pants. She took my hand as we strolled back to our table where our drinks were waiting.

"I am looking forward to this," she said as she threw her head back and poured half the drink down her throat. 

"Whoa," I said.

She answered "Ahhhhh, that is good, and that is goooood." I took a sip of my beer. I can't remember one tasting so good as I watched the sweat soaked Grace before me.

"I can't imagine a more enjoyable night," I said smiling. "I am in heaven."

"You are on your way," she said as she took another sip and ran her finger over the top of her glass.

"So tell me," I asked as I pulled the hotel key again out of my pocket and held it before her. "How does this play into our evening."

"That is up to you," Grace said suggestively. "Like I said, it is part of the gift. There are no strings attached. You can enjoy the room by yourself, or you can enjoy the room with someone else. I just want you to enjoy the room. I imagine our friend Danni might join you if you asked -- by the way she has been looking at you, or you could always go back for more of Monique, or maybe both. Another option would be to invite me to join you there to rock your world like you have never imagined" she said with her confident smile while again finding her left hand under the fabric over her right breast. "It is your decision. It is your gift. No strings attached."

"Did I hear my name?" Danni asked as she appeared again from the darkness. She put one foot on the support under Grace's chair which raised her skirt a couple inches.

"Yes you did," Grace commended with her hand still under the satin. "Nice timing."

"It looks like it," Danni said. "Can I give you another Screaming Orgasm?"

The double entendre was enjoyed by all three of us. "I wish you would," Grace said honestly answering both questions in the one answer.

Danni looked to me. "Anything for you?" she asked.

"Nothing from the bar" enjoying the view of her leg.

"That's not what I asked," Danni corrected.

"Thank you," I said blushing, "maybe something more later."

"I'll be here." She said before vanishing into the dark again.

Grace picked up her glass and poured what was left down her throat. A small amount overflowed the glass, falling from her chin to her neck, creating a trail down her cleavage between the satin strips toward her navel. She looked down and then at up at me smiling. "Oops," she said as she placed her index finger just below her navel and ran it straight up between her breasts to her neck, catching much of what had spilled onto her finger. She reached over and put her drink and sweat coated finger near my mouth for me to taste. "What do you think?" she asked continuing to smile.

"That is good," I said licking her finger clean. We again locked eyes.

Grace broke the intensity of the moment by rising from her chair. "I am ready for more," she said standing, "come dance with me." Grace's form and moves had the attention of men and women in the club. I took delight that she was with me. Her body sang as she danced, her long legs glistened as they moved under the heat of the lights. The thunder of the music pulsated through our bodies. I have never experienced dancing as communication as much as being with Grace on that floor. She danced with purpose through her movements when the beat was fast and the way she held me when the beat was slow. Maybe her drink assisted the uninhibited communication, maybe. Her skills at communicating on the dance floor were every bit as good as her verbal skills as a conversationalist. She made clear to me exactly what she was feeling, thinking and hoping. I was enjoying what she had to say. 

Time had no meaning for us there. It was sometime after a third Screaming Orgasm for Grace, another beer for me, and the best dancing experience of my life that we walked out the door. We were sweaty, laughing and in each other's arms. I walked her to her car and we enjoyed the clear starlit sky. Standing next to her familiar BMW she said "this seems to be a place where all kinds of things begin. She reached into my front pants pocket and pulled out the Hotel Seduire key card from where she saw me put it earlier. "The gift of this night continues. I hope you enjoy your room."

"I am sure the room is nice," I said, "but as to enjoying it, that would depend."

"On what?" she asked knowingly, waiting for an invitation.

"The room would mean nothing without you Grace." 

"I did say something about rocking your world earlier, didn't I?" she reminded.

"Just being with you would..." I started to say.

"You are ever the gentleman," she interrupted, "and you know what that does to me."

We both smiled. She boldly lowered the zipper of my pants, then zipped it up again. "I am going to rock your world tonight lover boy."

"You already have," I answered as I opened her car door. She stepped in, allowing her dress to slide up as she sat in the seat. "I'll meet you there?"

"Yes you will," she said as her door closed.

"I walked around the corner to where I parked my car. I was in a daze at the events of the last eighteen hours. I was also unaware of what was in store that would complete my first full day of knowing Grace.

Chapter Five

I arrived at the hotel where the valet relieved me of my car. It dawned on me the gift the valet attendant would have had when he opened Grace's door. The Hotel Seduire was the finest in the city. It welcomed patrons with large chandeliers hanging overhead, dark woods and overstuffed chairs in the lobby. The lobby was beautiful and inviting. I looked around for Grace and couldn't find her. I expected she would arrive before me with the head start she had. I approached the front desk and asked if they had seen her. "She is tall, dark skinned, wearing a small black satin dress. Both men behind the counter smiled. 

"Mr. Cadeau, if you would like to make yourself comfortable in your room, we will be glad to direct her to your suite when she arrives."

"Thank you," I said. "May I have a bottle of Champagne delivered to my room?" 

"Yes sir, it has already been delivered on ice," the host answered. "It comes with the executive suite."

"Thank you," I said again.

"Good evening Mr. Cadeau. We trust your stay with us will be a pleasurable one."

I stepped into the elevator and pushed the top right button, lighting the number 18. I felt the rush of the rapid ascension and anticipation as the elevator began to move. I wondered where Grace might be. The elevator door opened onto a quiet softly lit corridor. I followed it to the right and to the last room on the left. A sign elegantly displayed on the door announced "Hotel Seduire Executive Suite 1824." I slipped the card in and the door quietly unlocked. 

The corner two-room suite was spacious, opening to a living area with a window overlooking the city. Champagne sat waiting in an ice bucket near a table. On the table I saw a key card, Grace's purse and the green bra and thong she relieved Monique of during dinner. I smiled. The sound of running water came from the adjacent room. Grace entered from the bedroom. "Welcome to Hotel Seduire," she said with her seductive smile. "I hope the accommodations will be acceptable to you."




No Strings Attached



"I can see that they are," I said. "Champagne?" I asked walking to the bottle. 

"Please," she said walking toward me still buzzing a bit from her Screaming Orgasms. 

I uncorked the bottle, poured her glass and handed it to her with a kiss. As I poured mine, she began to make her way toward the bedroom. "Join me for a bath?" she asked as one hand emerged at the back of her neck to untie the knot. As she moved into the next room, the satin fell off one shoulder exposing the entire left side of her back. She didn't look back to see if I was following.

The bedroom was even more spacious, dwarfing the king size bed that stood in the middle. The entire wall and corner to the right was window, allowing an unhindered view of the city. I turned to the left and found the room pouring into a spacious bathroom. Candlelight and soft music filled the room. Grace stood next a large Jacuzzi tub with her left breast free and firm. "It is ready with bubble bath and oil," she said looking at the tub while sipping her Champagne. 

I walked over to her and gave her another kiss. Grace set her Champagne glass on the tile next to the tub filled with foamy hot water. She slowly slipped my coat off and let it drop on the floor. My tie and shirt followed. She knelt down and removed my shoes and socks. As she leaned forward to remove them, the satin fabric over her right breast fell providing a full view of her beautiful round tits. She lifted her head and kissed to the hard bulge of my pants in front of her while unclasping the straps of her high heels. She stood up and stepped out of her heels. "Now Mr. Cadeau" she said as she pulled the bottom of my t-shirt out of my pant then up and over my head, "I am looking forward to this." Her hands massaged my chest and abs. "Very nice she said, your body is as nice as your etiquette" she said with an approving smile.

I used some of the satin fabric to stroke her left breast. "Mmmm" she said. We kissed as I moved my hand up the small of her back. Her body started to shake. "I am going to cum," she said.

"It will only be the first, but not yet" I promised as I slid both hands under the satin at her waist, helping what was remaining of her dress to fall to the floor at her feet. "Mmmm," I said back to her. "You are a vision," as she stood there with only a small thong tied at each hip.

I immediately felt my belt loosen, the clasp open and my zipper slowly descend. Imitating my movements, she slid her hands down the side of my pants and boxers, against my skin, pushing them down in one smooth motion. As she lowered with them, the pants and boxers fell to my ankles. I stepped out of them and naked before Grace. My dick stood at attention with unprecedented firmness, with my head was moist with pre-cum. Still kneeling, she reached around, grabbed my ass with both hands and pulled me to her, engulfing my member into her mouth. "Ahhh," I let out. Her warm moist mouth massaged my member. "I am going to explode."

"She tightened her lips around my shaft and slowing pulled my member out of her mouth. She circled my head with her tongue before running it down my shaft then back up to the head. "It will only be the first," she answered back cleverly.

"But not yet," I said finishing her mimic of my earlier tease. 

She looked up at me as she wrapped her lips again around my member and descended on it with purpose. She pounded my head against the back of her throat, massage my shaft with her skilled lips. My whole body was spinning. She could feel my dick swelling and taste the pre-cum beginning to pour out. I was reaching the point of no return which she enjoyed with great delight. "Yes, yes!" I began to shout just as her lips sucked the head of my dick then let go. "Oh no, Grace, don't stop. Don't stop. I am going to give..."

"Yes you are, she said, "and it will only be the first. But not yet."

My body shook. I have never wanted anybody like I wanted her in that moment. She kissed me then stood before me as an ebony vision. Her 36D breasts were firm and beautiful. Her dark nipples stood tight and erect three quarters of an inch as if begging for attention. Her furry mound pushed the limits of her tight thong, waiting to be released. She looked at me enjoying the view of her tall fit body, and then looked down at her own mound. Taking a hold of the two ties of her thong, she said "now a gift is only a gift, I am told, if there are no strings attached."

I stepped in to her and took her hands in mine as she held the two ties, preventing her from pulling them herself. "Unless," I added as our warm moist bodies pressed against each other, "they are bows to be untied." I kissed her as I moved her hands out from her body, releasing the ties. 

Grace reached down and pushed the button, causing the Jacuzzi jets to pulsate through the water. The foam of the bubble bath expanded to four times the amount that had already filled the tub, pouring over the edges. Grace picked up both of our Champagne glasses, motioning me to refill them. She handed me mine as she stepped into the cloud of baby oil laden suds. The contrast of her firm exquisite dark body in the white wonderland of bubbles was breathtaking. I followed her into the effervescent clouds of heaven.

The water and jets felt good as we melted into each other. Her skin felt soft, smooth and slippery. She straddled me where I sat and lowered herself onto me. She reached for the bottle of Champagne, emptying half of what was left before giving me a kiss. The Champagne poured from her mouth to mine, overflowing onto us and into the bath. Inspired by the moment, she poured more Champagne over her breasts then leaned forward, filling my mouth with her warm inebriating tits. She began to move slowly up and down with the pulsating of the jets, burying my shaft deep inside her. Almost instantly she shuddered in delight, her muscles grabbing my dick as she soaked me with her cum. "Don't stop," I said. She kept going, and giving, until she collapsed on top of me. 

"You are good," I whispered, still feeling her body shake from aftershocks. 

"I am so hungry for you," she said.

"In due time," I encouraged her, "whatever you want and however you want it."

"Mmmmm," she said, "I will hold you to that."

"Good," I said. "May I ask a favor first?"

"Anything," she whispered in my ear.

"Sit up here on the tub" I requested "and let me drink from you."

"I just gave," she said.

"For the first time," I said. 

She gave me a look of uncertainty. "I am not sure if..."

"I am darling. Anything," I reminded her. "I have to have you."

Grace gladly conceded. "I am all yours baby," she said raising herself onto the tile above me. Her tits glistened from the water. She laid back displaying her beautiful form in front of me with her legs dropping into the water. She watched me approach her waiting mound. "I only have one request," she said readying herself for what was to come.

"Anything," I assured.

"Don't stop until you are completely satisfied," she said with a smile. 

"Mmmm," I said, "I am awfully thirsty from sitting in this tub."

"Don't you dare stop," she required, "until your thirst is quenched. Drink me dry. No matter what I say, you decide when to stop. I am yours tonight."

I gently spread her knees, pulled the lips of her still quivering clit open with my fingers, and went to work on her with my tongue. She was still sensitive and responsive. She began to moan loudly, rubbing her erect nipples between her fingers. "Oh God, oh God, oh God," she began to cry out. "Oh, Oh, Oh!," she said as she raised her ass from the tile, before thundering in orgasm. She began to shake and move her ass around wildly. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh!" The orgasm shook through her body. 

"Mmmm," I said looking at her admiringly. "You are addictive." I looked up and down her still-convulsing body. "I am still feeling some thirst here."

"Oh God," she said seeing me go in for more. After teasing her with my tongue I slid her back into the warmth of the water. She took a sip of Champagne. I moved her body to the deepest part of the Jacuzzi where we could both stand. A jet pumped in front of us. I moved in behind her with my dick pressing against her back and ass. I moved my hands around her waist to her bushy mound, my fingers again pulling back the lips of her clit. I gently pressed against her from the back positioning her clit against the pulsating pressure of the jet.

Grace's body instantly began to respond to the jet's massage. Her hands went from massaging her own tits to reaching behind her to grab my dick and ass. For a third time her body began to convulse as she exploded in the most intense orgasm so far. She threw her head back as her body shook out of control while I kept her mound pressed against the massaging jet. The orgasm rocked her for more than two minutes before she fell limp in my arms. As I released her, the water gently pushed our bodies back to the seat behind us. Grace relaxed on her back, laid out on top me. Her tits floated on top of the water. She moaned in ecstasy. We savored the moment, each other and what was left of the Champagne. Grace stepped out of the tub, picked up a towel and invited me into it. She lovingly dried me off. I returned the favor.

She took my hand and led me into the bedroom. The bed had already been turned down with mints laid for us on the pillows. Chocolate fondue with strawberries sat heated and waiting for us on the night stand next to the bed. 

"Very nice," I commented.

"It will be," Grace said licking her lips then leaning over to kiss mine. We sat on the bed, taking in the romantic night view the corner windows offered of the city. Grace picked up a strawberry, dipped it into the chocolate and placed it into my mouth. "How does that taste?" she asked.

"Mmmm," I said, "very good. My turn," I said. I reached over, picked one up and liberally dipped it into the chocolate. "Open wide," I instructed, holding the dripping strawberry above her. She tilted her head back and opened her mouth. I playfully rubbed the coated strawberry around her lips. She laughed as she took the strawberry into her mouth, rubbing the chocolate from her mouth with her hand. 

"My turn," she said reaching for another strawberry. She dipped it in the chocolate and playfully tapped it around my face before putting it in my mouth. 

I picked up a strawberry and held it in front of her mouth. She moved her mouth toward it. "Ah Ah Ah," I said. "There is no chocolate on it," I said smiling. I held the strawberry before her with one hand and picked up the large stirring spoon next to the fondue pot with the other.

"You're not," she said.

"I am," I answered smiling as the spoon went deep into the chocolate, filling it to overflowing. I pulled the warm chocolate filled spoon out of the fondue pot and over the strawberry held two inches from her mouth. I poured the chocolate over the strawberry, allowing it to spill over onto her tits beneath. She again leaned forward to taste the dripping strawberry. "Almost," I said as I dipped the spoon again deep into the warm gurgling chocolate. I didn't even try to hit further coat the strawberry as I poured it over her tits.

"Ooo," she said, that is warm.

"It is hot," I said agreeing. The strawberry went into her mouth and I went down to enjoy licking her tits clean.

"Lay on your back," Grace asserted. I gladly complied. She picked up the spoon in one hand and took my firm dick in her other hand. She filled the spoon with warm chocolate from the bottom of the fondue pot and poured it over the head of my dick. The heat of the chocolate caused my ass to raise from the bed. "Easy," she said, "I am just getting started." She leaned down, engulfing the coated head of my dick in her mouth sucking it clean of the chocolate mixed with pre-cum. Shock waves rolled through my body. "Mmmmm" she moaned as she reached again into the fondue with the spoon and covered my dick with chocolate. She opened the base of the massive fig-sized strawberry in her hand and pushed it on to my dick, turning it back and fourth. Juice rolled down my shaft. She scooped another spoonful of chocolate and poured it over the strawberry. "I am hungry for chocolate fondue with strawberries and extra cream" she said licking her lips. "We have the strawberry. We have the chocolate."

I smiled.

"I am especially looking forward to the extra cream," she said. Grace grabbed the strawberry in her right hand and squeezed it, allowing more juices to flow. She massaged my warm sticky shaft in her hand until she felt intensify. "This is going to be good," she said expectantly, taking the full strawberry and dick into her mouth. She went down on it relentlessly and with determination. The strawberry continued to be juiced each time my dick was engulfed in her mouth and she squeezed the berry between her back teeth. Tremors rolled through my body exploding a colossal flow of thick cream down her throat. The sheer volume of cum didn't slow her down, but intensified her ravenous effort. Deeper, faster, harder, she sucked voraciously. 

"I am not done," she said as I started to sit up. "I am not near done," she repeated. Grace picked up the fondue pot from the warmer and poured the remaining chocolate over my pulsing dick. 

"Whoa" I said, "brings new meaning to hot chocolate."

"Did I tell you I am a chocoholic?" she asked. "It is just so hard to stop once you get me started," she said with her now famous seductive smile. She grabbed my hands, pulling me up to a sitting position so we were facing each other. Still holding both hands, she gave me a kiss then leaned back, pulling me forward on top of her. "Fuck my tits," she pleaded. Her hands now held her waiting tits. I straddled her, using my dick to baste each of her erect nipples before planting in the heart of her cleavage. She closed her tits around me, as I began to glide over her. "Faster," she demanded as chocolate sprayed and coated her beautiful ebony skin. "Faster, faster," she repeated. I felt my dick swell with potency. Grace saw the look of imminent explosion and rolled over on top of me. Her coated tits hung over my throbbing dick. She moved forward, quickly dropping each coated tit in my mouth before reversing her position. She continued to straddle me, but now was facing and diving for my throbbing chocolate coated dick. Before I knew it she had my entire member deep into her throat. She rocked over me as she ascended and descended my dick. Her tits banged against my abdomen as she consumed my dick with relentless fervor. Her dripping furry mound moved back and forth above me. I raised my head in time for her rocking motion to slam her moist cunt into my waiting mouth. Instantly my tongue went to work. She sped her motion and I stayed with her, burying my face between her legs. I felt the cum rise from deep within me. She didn't slow down. She was insatiable. I worked my tongue over her clit to match her resolve. She felt my dick swell and instantly rolled again to her back. She incessantly pumped my dick in her hand, emptying thick cum onto her face and tits. I hid my face into her mound and reciprocated her determination as my white cum covered her chocolate coated dark skin. Her hips began to buck in wild abandon as cum again poured onto my face. She swallowed my dick in her mouth, initiating an unspoken challenge of determination.

There was something unusual about how comfortable we felt with one another as we made love, and finally lay exhausted next to one another. I ran my fingers from her lips, down her neck and circled her relaxed areolas. "You are amazing," I said as my hand continued down her abdomen and around to her ass, pulling her close. "What do you say we get cleaned up before falling asleep?" 

"What about the sheets?" she asked.

"I will take care of that." I reached for the phone to call housekeeping while Grace began to make her way to the shower. Housekeeping assured me they would have someone immediately come to bring fresh sheets and to remake the bed. I told them their promptness would be rewarded. I put a ten dollar bill on the pillow and turned toward the bathroom. 

Steam was already pouring over the top of the large glass shower as hot water massaged Grace's body from the two shower heads inside. I opened the door to her welcoming smile and stepped in. We emptied most of the soft soap dispenser on one another. I filled both hands with the soap gel, stood behind Grace and placed each soap-filled hand onto her round breasts. I slowly moved my slippery hands down her body allowing the suds to do their work. I knelt down and admired her ass as I slowly ran my hands down her long dark legs then back up toward her waiting fatigued mound. "Oh no," she said as she felt my hands arrive into the softness between her legs. My dick began to swell, impressing both of us after the demands already placed on it throughout the night. "Oh yes," she recanted. I stood up and we kissed each other passionately. Our bodies melted into one another as Grace pulled me closer to her. Her back pressed against the shower's glass wall. Her height allowed my dick to easily penetrate her soft pussy. I reached my hands down under her ass and picked her up, continuing to slowly pump myself into her. "You feel so good," she said in ecstasy. She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs tightly around my waist. Her tits pressed against my chest. The water from both shower heads beat against us as we made love against the shower wall. Our bodies shuddered in simultaneous orgasm. 

As we rocked each other in rapture, I glanced over Grace's shoulder. I discovered the housekeeping maid standing at the bathroom door watching us. The skirt of her uniform was pulled up and her right hand was actively at work deep in her panties. Ironically she was unaware that I watched as her orgasm exploded in response to ours. Her prompt service was rewarded in ways I never imagined. She disappeared as quietly as she came.

Grace and I stepped out of the shower and dried each other off for the second time of the night. She picked up her new green thong commandeered from Monique at dinner and smiled as she pulled it up her long legs. We walked into the moonlit bedroom together discovering the bed remade, turned down and with new mints on the pillow. Grace smiled as we slid between the sheets and held one another. We fell asleep in one another's arms, no strings attached.



No Strings Attached



No Strings Attached

By sexysassyme

I'd been thinking about it for a while now, but the time for thinking was through. I read the ad again feeling the heat of embarrassment creep up my neck.

Is your horny pussy hungry for a big cock?

I am a 6'3" tall, fit guy seeking a horny girl for hot steamy fun. I am well-hung, very energetic. I have a dominant nature and prefer to take the lead. We're not talking hardcore S&M here, but something more subtle, sexy and mentally stimulating.

To take this further send me a photo and tell me why you've replied to my ad. 

I reread my reply, took a deep breath and hit the send button. 

I could feel a mixture of anxiety, excitement and maybe a little anticipation pooling together in the pit of my stomach. Anyway, it was done now and all I could do was wait…

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If you're looking for a flat, a job, a pet or a date then this online community website was where you looked first. And I was looking for a date. You know the deal, some man gone and did me wrong, my heart took some time to heal, yadda, yadda, yadda, and before you know it a year has passed and not only was I lonely, but I was as horny as hell. 

So, while looking through the Dating section I came across the 'Casual Relationships' and my curiosity got the better of me. For a while I searched through the ads regularly, but I could never bring myself to reply, and before I knew it another six months passed. I was beyond horny and so closed my eyes and took the plunge. 

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I have an hour to make myself presentable, and now the excitement was nowhere to be found. Unfortunately, my nerves were making themselves known at this point. WTF had I done? WHAT HAD I DONE?

He was here.

I opened the door and was pleasantly surprised. He was hot and he didn't seem disappointed by what he saw either. What to do? Do we have a drink and a chat or get down to business?

"Where's the bathroom?" He asked. 

"Up the stairs and first on your right." I answered.

He grabs my hand and pulls me up the stairs. I jumped a little. It was like an electric shock moving up my arm and straight down to my pussy. My inner muscles clench and feel the heat building. 

"Why do you need me to come to the bathroom with you?" I question.

"Shhh," he shushes me. "Remember what my ad said."

"Er… y-y-yeah." I stutter nervously. 

"Take off your clothes."

What, no introduction, no hello, just take off your clothes? What the hell?

Two can play at this game. So I look him in the eye as I unbutton my shirt and shrug it off of my shoulders. Reaching down, I unbutton my jeans and push them down my hips, kicking them off without breaking eye contact with him. Then I turn around and offer him my back. He is no slouch, he understands and my bra is undone. I turn around; shrug it off, leaving me clad in only my boy shorts. I walk up to him so that my nipples brush his shirt, pulling his hands to my hips and motion for him to help me. He smiles and works my underwear slowly down my legs. His breath burns wherever it touches – my nipples, my stomach…

I am not ashamed of my body so I am able to stand in front of him without embarrassment. I am 5'7" and regular running and swimming combined with the occasional visit to the weight room at the local gym keeps me fit. I am a 36C and my skin was 'conker brown' – an athletic build is what they normally call it. I stand there looking up into his eyes with my head cocked to one side as if to say, 'show me what you got'.

He walks around me a few times as if I am a broodmare that he's inspecting. The defiance leaks out of me. 

"Ah," he smiled. "You're already shaved. What a shame, I was looking forward to doing that."

He stands behind me and I feel his hands drift up my thighs, over my stomach and cup my breasts. The electric shock thing happens again. My nipples harden. I can feel his breath in my ear as he rolls, pinches and kneads my nipples, my breasts. 

The difference between our skin colours was such a turn on for me. I never thought that seeing his tanned hands on my darker skin would be so hot, but it was. 

His hands slip from my breasts and back down my thighs, around to my arse kneading and smoothing as he goes. 

"Next time, if there's a next time, don't shave."

"Ahhh," sighs out of my mouth and I feel my body temperature shoot up a few hundred degrees. He starts to suck on my neck, scraping my skin with his teeth and that's my undoing. I slump against him and start to breathe shallowly. 

"Where's the bedroom?" He asks.

"Where's the bedroom?" He repeats. He should have known I would be otherwise occupied when he starts playing with my clit. 

"Straight ahead." I breathe while I gather my scattered wits long enough to lead the way. 

When we were in the middle of the room I turned around. 

"Lie face down on the bed." He instructs.

Trust me to find a frustrated domme wannabe to fulfil my fantasy. I did as instructed and listened as he removed his clothing. 

"Get up on your hands and knees."

Ah, doggy-style. I love doggy-style. I feel his body heat before I feel his hands moving all over my body, smoothing my skin. He pulls my pussy lips apart and then his tongue is trying to inveigle itself into my pussy. His stubble feels rough on the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs, but I push back wanting more. My last coherent thought is; I'm a little slut. 

"Oh…" I pant like a dog. I moan like a bitch. 

He must be the devil's spawn because no human tongue had ever gone that deep. I lose the ability to stay upright and collapse, he follows sucking and softly biting on my clit. With no warning I'm cumming hard. 

His body covers me and his cock bumps my pussy. He allows my breathing to slow before he flips me over. And it starts again. 

He's sucking and biting all over me. Our mouths meet, but it's not a kiss, it's a clashing of teeth and lips and tongues. It's not enough. I need him in me. I can feel my cunt opening and closing with the aching need to be filled. 

"Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!" I chant, not sure if I say it aloud or in my head. 

His cock nudges my clit and slips down to my pussy. I open my legs as wide as possible and arch up in invitation. The head slips a little way into my pussy, not in deep enough for me to grip hold of and it slips out. 

I sob with frustration. I try to rise up, to do what I'm not sure, but he pushes me down. 

He kisses down my stomach, down my pubis and he starts to suck on my pussy. 

"No, no, no, no, no…" I sob as another orgasm rises up in me. "I need you to fuck me!"

He started kissing and licking his way back up my body and the orgasm subsides a little. I start to cry in earnest. Why won't he fuck me? Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me, the internal chant begins again. The bastard!

I take him by surprise as I flip him his back and clamber onto his stomach. He doesn't move as I look down into his crystalline eyes and I'm mesmerised. I feel naked and something else, but I can't get a handle on the feeling and it slips away from me like smoke in the breeze.

I close my eyes to get away from his gaze, and reach down to grab his cock as I sink down slowly, gradually being filled and stretched by his heat. 

I lay my hands on his shoulder and start to move slowly, my body finding that the timeless rhythmic dance of lust. But he's way ahead of me. He meets me with a violent thrust, his nails biting painfully into my hips. I don't care. I just want this feeling to go on and on. 

So I start to move more aggressively, meeting each of his thrusts with a counter volley of my own. My arms start to tremble so I give in and lay my chest on his while we duel, my nipples boring into his chest. He quickly flips me onto my back, pins my hands above my head and starts to hammer into me, burying himself balls deep before easing back out until just the tip of his cock was in me before slamming down inside the raging inferno of my body. I began chanting again – yes, yes, yes, yes… 

He reaches down and kisses me gently this time. I respond and I'm lost. My eyes well with tears and as they roll down my face I feel him come, which in turn trips me headlong into my own orgasm. I shatter into a million little pieces before blacking out. 

I come back slowly with an intense feeling of tiredness and well being. As I open my eyes he's standing above me, gazing down. The intensity of his stare leaves me unsettled. I reach for the sheet to cover myself. 

The smile starts in his eyes first and spreads across his face. He turns and heads for the door before throwing over his shoulder, "Next time don't shave."



No Strings Attached



Lisa walked over and sat down on the stool next to Mark.

"So which one are you?" Lisa asked.

Mark looked around to see if she was talking to him.

"Which what am I?" Mark asked.

"We're at a singles bar and you have a wedding ring tan-line. There are 3 possibilities for what you are. You could be a married man out looking for some action on the side. You could be recently divorced or in the process of getting a divorce and you're feeling lonely. Or the rarest of the three you could be a widower that has been missing his beloved for so long that he finally took off his ring and came to a place like this in the hopes of finding some companionship. From the way you're crying into your beer you can't be a guy that's looking for something on the side. So which is it...divorced...or widower?" Lisa asked.

"Um...widower." Mark said.

"Hi widower...I'm divorced. Do you mind if I join you?" Lisa asked.

"No...please do." Mark said.

"I'm Lisa by the way." Lisa said.

"Mark." Mark said.

"It's nice to meet you Mark. How long has it been since she died?" Lisa asked.

"Two years, four months, and eleven days." Mark said.

"I'm sorry. I can't even begin to imagine how hard that must be. It's been rough on me and I stopped loving the bastard. You had yours taken from you." Lisa said.

She saw Mark on the verge of tears.

"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean any..." Lisa said.

"No, it's okay. I guess I just wasn't fully ready for this." Mark said.

"Then why are you here?" Lisa asked.

"Some of the guys at work have been encouraging me to come here. They think it's high time I move on with my life and find someone new." Mark said.

"That's stupid of them. If she hadn't died you'd be somewhere with your wife right now instead of sitting here talking to me." Lisa said.

"They don't seem to get that. To them I'm single...not a widower." Mark said.

"Well...if you aren't here looking to move on then what are you looking for?" Lisa asked.

Mark shrugged sheepishly.

"It's been more than two years, four months, and eleven days since...well..." Mark said.

"Oh. You aren't here looking for love...you're just looking for some lovin'." Lisa said.

Mark shrugged.

"Yeah...I know that's terrible, but..." Mark said.

"It's not as terrible as you might think Mark. A lot of people come to places like this for just that reason. In fact, that's what I'm here looking for tonight." Lisa said.

"Really?" Mark asked.

"Yeah. I don't know if you'd be interested or not, but since we both know that we're after the same thing we could get out of here now without waiting around all night and there wouldn't need to be any entanglements later." Lisa said.

Mark turned towards Lisa and looked at her.

"I've...I've never been with..." Mark said.

"Oh the race thing is an issue for you...no big deal. Good luck." Lisa said.

Lisa turned to get off the stool, but Mark touched her arm.

"No please wait. I wasn't going to say that." Mark said.

"Then what were you going to say?" Lisa asked.

"I've never been with anyone but Emily." Mark said.

"Nobody? Were you high school sweethearts or something?" Lisa asked.

"More like sweethearts since birth. Our parents were best friends...we grew up next door to each other. We were together all our lives. I wouldn't even begin to know how to please you." Mark said.

"Mark, my bastard husband hadn't touched me for 5 months before I filed for divorce and it's been nearly 8 months since then so it's been over a year. What I want right now is for a man to make me feel like a woman again. It doesn't have to be some kind of romance novel kind of thing. I just want a man to kiss me and touch me. I want a man to hold me to look at me...to make me feel beautiful and sexy. I want to feel a man's weight on my body. I want to feel him inside me as our bodies couple together. If you can do that then you can give me everything I'm looking for tonight." Lisa said.

Mark looked at Lisa. He smiled for the first time.

"Well...I think I can handle that." Mark said.

"It seems as if we could help each other out then." Lisa said.

"I think you're right. Should we go find out?" Mark asked.

Lisa smiled.

"I came in a cab...do you have a car?" Lisa asked.

"My truck is outside." Mark said.

"Then let's settle up for our drinks and head to my apartment." Lisa said.

Mark paid for their drinks then he and Lisa got in his truck and drove over to her apartment. They went straight to the bedroom, but then they both froze up.

"I guess saying it and doing it are two different things huh?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah. I've never done anything even close to this. I'd known Emily all my life so everything was so easy so natural with her." Mark said.

"Well...if we're going to have sex we should get undressed. We can start with that." Lisa said.

"Okay." Mark said.

Mark unbuttoned his shirt and took it off as Lisa took off her blouse. Mark took off his pants as Lisa took off her short skirt. Lisa reached back to unhook her bra.

"Wait." Mark said.

Lisa stopped and looked at him.

"Did you change your mind about doing this?" Lisa asked.

"No. I'm more comfortable with the idea now. I was wondering if you might indulge me a little." Mark said.

"Indulge you how?" Lisa asked.

"I always used to love looking at my wife in her underwear and then I'd take it off of her before we had sex. Would you let me look at you for a few minutes?" Mark asked.

Lisa smiled.

"Absolutely. I told you earlier that I want someone to look at me and touch me. If you want to look then by all means look." Lisa said.

Lisa stood near the end of her bed and Mark looked her up and down. He walked around behind her and looked at her ass in the white thong panties.

"You have an amazing body Lisa. I really like the contrast between the pure white underwear and your dark skin. It's striking." Mark said.

Lisa's heart had started beating faster as a man...a complete stranger...looked at her in nothing but her underwear, but when he complimented her on her body her heart started really pounding in her chest.

Mark moved back in front of Lisa and moved up close enough to her that they could feel the heat from each other's bodies. Mark reached around behind Lisa and unhooked her bra. Lisa shivered as she felt his fingers pulling the bra down off of her shoulders. The bra slipped down releasing her breasts before it slipped down her arms and dropped to the floor between them.

Mark looked down at Lisa's breasts for a minute before lowering himself to his knees in front of Lisa so that his eyes were at the level of her panties. Mark's hands moved up the outside of Lisa's legs up over her hips to her panties. He hooked his fingers inside the elastic and slowly pulled them down. Mark got his first look at a shaved pussy as he looked at Lisa's dark skinned vagina.

Mark stood back up and stood very close to Lisa.

"You have an absolutely beautiful body Lisa." Mark said.

He leaned in and kissed her. Lisa was the first woman besides his wife that John had ever kissed and Lisa hadn't been kissed in over a year. So on top of being complete strangers they were both a little out of practice as they shared that first kiss.

"Thank you for letting me do that Lisa." Mark whispered.

"Thank you for doing it Mark...it felt so amazing to have you looking at my body and taking my bra and panties off of me. I haven't felt anything like that in a long time." Lisa said.

"Well...now that you're completely naked I feel a little over dressed. I guess I'll just slip out of these." Mark said.

"No...let me. I want to take them off of you." Lisa said.

Mark smiled and Lisa dropped to her knees. She could see the front of Mark's boxers tented out so she knew that he was aroused even before she pulled his boxers down. When she did she was face to face with an 8 inch erection and a pair of large balls. After looking at them for a moment Lisa stood up.

"You have a very nice looking cock Mark. It's got to be 8 inches long and its super thick. If you were the only man your wife was with then she had no idea how lucky she was." Lisa said.

"Oh...thank you." Mark said.

"So what should we do next?" Lisa asked.

"Well I was looking at your breasts and they're a lot different than Emily's were. Could I take a closer look at them and feel them?" Mark asked.

"Absolutely. What's different about them?" Lisa asked.

Mark gently cupped his hands under Lisa's breasts and lifted them a little.

"For one thing they're a good deal larger and certainly heavier. She hardly even needed a bra...her breasts didn't really drop much when she took it off. Yours seem like they'd move around all over the place if you weren't wearing a bra." Mark said.

Lisa laughed. She gently pushed Mark's hands away from her breasts.

"You mean like this?" Lisa asked.

She shook side to side a few times, jumped up and down a few times, and lifted her breasts up and dropped them down a few times as Mark watched on in amazement.

"Does it hurt when they swing around like that?" Mark asked.

"Sometimes...that's why I usually wear a bra. Is the size and weight of them the only difference?" Lisa asked.

"Oh no...definitely not. Her nipples were tiny little pink nubs not much bigger than a quarter. Yours on the other hand are extremely large. May I?" Mark asked.

"Go right ahead." Lisa said.

Mark started gently feeling Lisa's nipples.

"If Emily's nipples had been like this they'd have covered over half of her breasts." Mark said.

Lisa gently pushed Mark's hands away.

"I'm a little sensitive about the size of them Mark." Lisa said.

"I didn't mean to upset you. I was just mentioning the difference. I like yours. I think they look really sexy on your breasts. Could I lick them?" Mark asked.

Lisa laughed. She put her hands under her breasts and lifted them up towards Mark's face.

"Right or left?" Lisa asked.

"Let's start with right, but I'll get to the left one soon enough." Mark said.

Mark cradled Lisa's right breast in his hands and lowered his mouth down until she could feel his hot breath on her breast.

"This close up your nipple looks even more amazing." Mark said.

Lisa moaned softly as Mark wrapped his lips around her nipple and started swirling his tongue around it. Mark kissed and licked his way all over Lisa's nipple taking time to gently nibble and suckle on it several times before switching to the other side and doing the same to her other nipple.

Lisa's sigh showed a hint of disappointment when Mark finally pulled his head away from her breasts. His hands were still cupping her breasts and his thumbs were gently stroking her nipples as he leaned in and kissed her. 

The kiss was much less awkward than the first one had been. Lisa put her arms around Mark's neck and held him in the kiss for several minutes as he continued to hold her breasts and tease her nipples with his thumbs.

When their kiss finally broke Lisa licked her lips.

"God Mark that was incredible. I'm not sure I've ever had my nipples licked and sucked quite like that before." Lisa said.

"I'm glad you liked it. I really enjoyed it too. Can I lick your pussy now?" Mark asked.

Lisa's response was to throw herself on the bed with her pussy right at the edge and her legs open.

"Is that a yes?" Mark asked.

"No...that's a HELL YES YOU CAN LICK MY PUSSY!!!" Lisa said.

Mark moved to his knees between Lisa's legs. He leaned in close and stopped. When she didn't feel anything Lisa lifted her head up off the bed and looked down at John.

"Is something wrong?" Lisa asked.

"No. I'm just taking in the differences between you and Emily. She always let her pubic hair grow all the way out, but there doesn't seem to be one to be found on you." Mark said.

"No, I like to wear skimpy bikinis and dark skin or not pubic hair shows up curling around the edges of a white bikini bottom under the afternoon sun by the pool." Lisa said.

"The other difference that stands out is that Emily's pussy was a soft pale pink that almost blended into her skin. Your skin is darker which makes the pink of your pussy really stand out. It's beautiful." Mark said.

"Thank you." Lisa said.

Mark leaned in and kissed Lisa's pussy. She moaned and her whole body quivered. Mark kissed all up and down her pussy as her arousal opened it more and more and more of her juices started flowing.

When Mark extended his tongue and pulled it from the bottom to the top of her pussy for the first time Lisa inhaled sharply.

"God that feels good." Lisa said.

Mark started slowly licking Lisa's pussy. She was already very aroused so it wasn't going to take much to make her cum. When she did cum Lisa thrashed about on the bed. After her orgasm subsided Lisa tried to sit up, but Mark used his left hand to hold her down to the bed as he continued licking her.

"You want to do that to me again? Well have at it." Lisa said.

Lisa lay back and panted, moaned and sighed as Mark brought her closer and closer to a second orgasm. Lisa's thighs clamped tightly around Mark's head as she had a second much more intense orgasm.

When Lisa's legs relaxed their grip on Mark's head she propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him.

"Jesus Christ...that was amazing." Lisa said.

"I always enjoyed doing that...I'm glad you liked it." Mark said.

"Liked it? That was the best oral sex I've ever experienced...my ex-husband hardly ever went down on me. Now it's my turn." Lisa said.

Lisa moved off of the bed and pulled Mark up so that he was sitting on the edge of the bed. She moved to her knees between his feet and started slowly stroking his cock as she licked his balls.

Mark moaned...Lisa looked up at him and smiled.

"Was your wife able to do this?" Lisa asked.

"Do wha..." Mark started.

Before he could finish Lisa opened her mouth and took the full length of his cock down her throat wrapping her lips around the base and slowly pulling back until just the head of Mark's cock was in her mouth. She flicked the underside of the head with her tongue before taking the length back down her throat.

"Holy..." Mark said.

Lisa pulled her mouth off of Mark's cock.

"Do you like that?" Lisa asked.

"Yeah...that's...amazing." Mark said.

"You haven't seen anything yet." Lisa said.

Lisa took Mark's cock back in her mouth and started slowly deep throating it. Mark was amazed that he could feel Lisa's tongue stroking side to side as she stroked his cock in and out of her mouth. Lisa turned her head from side to side increasing and altering the sensations.

Lisa moved her right hand up and began squeezing Mark's balls. At first they were gentle squeezes, but by the time Mark was about to cum Lisa's grip was generating intense bursts of pain. Mark was amazed to find that the pain only made the pleasure he was experiencing much more intense.

Mark groaned and gritted his teeth as he came in Lisa's mouth and down her throat. Lisa squeezed his balls a few more times as she stroked up and down his cock draining the last of Mark's cum into her mouth. Lisa released her grip on his balls and pulled her mouth off of Mark's cock and looked up with him.

"Did your wife ever do anything like that?" Lisa asked in a raspy voice.

"Not even close. That was incredible." Mark said.

"Oh my...after all of that you're still hard." Lisa said.

"It's been over 2 years so he's well motivated." Mark said.

"Well let's not make him wait any longer." Lisa said.

Lisa moved up onto the center of the bed. She opened her legs to give Mark easy access. He moved up over her and they both moaned as he eased his cock into her.

"Oh god that feels so good." Lisa said.

Mark started slowly stroking his cock in and out of Lisa's pussy.

"Oh god...it's been so long...I'd almost forgotten how good this feels." Mark said.

It had been more than 2 years since Mark had been with a woman and more than a year since Lisa had been with a man so for more than 15 minutes they were both content with a long slow steady rhythm of Mark pulling his cock out to the head and then slowly plunging in to its full depth.

Mark lowered his head down and gently bit Lisa's left nipple. A bolt of electricity shot through Lisa's body and she yelped. Before she could say anything though Mark increased the speed and force with which he was fucking her.

"God that feels great." Lisa moaned.

Lisa wrapped her legs around Mark's body.

"Yes...yes...that's it...yes...fuck me." Lisa said.

Mark fucked Lisa as hard and as fast as he could for 10 minutes before she had an orgasm which pushed him over the edge and he buried his cock in her and groaned as he came.

"GOD!" Mark said.

Lisa was breathing heavily.

"That was...amazing." Lisa said.

"Yes it was." Mark said.

"Are you up for another round?" Lisa asked.

"I'm ready when you are. Can I be behind you this time?" Mark asked.

"Absolutely." Lisa said.

Lisa moved onto her hands and knees and Mark moved in behind her. Lisa moaned as Mark pushed his cock into her again. Mark placed his hands on Lisa's hips and slowly fucked her savoring the gripping warm wetness of her pussy.

Lisa moved her hand between her legs to rub her clit in rhythm with Mark. As Mark increased his pace Lisa did as well. Mark's hands gripped Lisa's hips and their strength helped him to slam his body back against his forcing his cock to its maximum penetration.

Lisa's body shuddered as she experienced an intense orgasm. Mark moved his left hand to Lisa's hair pulling her back into a leaning position. He groped at her breasts as he continued to fuck her.

"Yes...yes...fuck me. So good. Yes." Lisa said.

Mark could feel himself getting close so he pushed Lisa back down onto the bed and returned his hands to her hips. Lisa reached orgasm just a few seconds before Mark slammed his cock into her and came inside her again.

Mark rolled onto his back and Lisa rolled onto her side facing him.

"Well...I'm spent so I guess I should probably go." Mark said.

"Are you sure you don't have another one in you?" Lisa asked.

"No...I'm done...I wish I did, but I just don't have it." Mark said.

"Okay. Thank you for tonight Mark...I really needed this." Lisa said.

"So did I...I didn't realize how much I needed it until we got started." Mark said.

Mark rolled off of the bed and started putting on his clothes. Lisa got off the bed, found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down her phone number.

"I know we said this would be a one time thing, but if you get lonely...give me a call." Lisa said.

Mark took her number and put it in his wallet.

"Thank you for tonight Lisa." Mark said.

"You're welcome Mark." Lisa said.

They kissed, Lisa walked Mark to the door, and Mark got in his truck and drove away.



No Strings Attached



A lot of guys have mentioned they want to hear an audio where I'm just masturbating, so that's what I attempted this time. I like talking and I'm always afraid of being too loud, so I shy away from audios where I'm just cumming, but I think this one is a nice balance. Tell me if you like it! :) 

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No Strings Attached?



I met Melissa at my favorite bar on a Thursday night. She was there with her (platonic) roommate who was an acquaintance of mine. I knew that there was chemistry right away. At 26, she was a few years younger than I and attractive. She wore her naturally red hair short, and her face reminded me of a young Mia Farrow. She was thick, too, with nice, big tits filling out her sweater and a full ass in her jeans. She was definitely the artsy type, and that suited me fine. 

Chemistry is a strange thing, and as we talked and drank, I knew that one day very soon, we would sleep together. There was something about her, the way she smoked her cigarette, her deep drags and her long exhales, that told me that this was a dirty girl, and I love dirty girls.

She assertively called me the next day, and we agreed to meet at another bar near my apartment. I began picking up around the house a bit as I knew I would be having company later. Sometimes, you just know.

That night, we talked and drank some more until last call. I played along and agreed to walk her to her car. She nuzzled her face up to mine and asked, "Can I see where you live?" She smelled sweet, and her eyes had that unmistakable look of need. We had talked about my place earlier and how uninteresting it was, so I knew that her curiosity was feigned, but I was horny, so I played along. 

"Sure," I said. "Why don't you follow me to my place?"

When we arrived, I gave her the grand tour, which took all of about a minute and a half, and we settled on my couch and watched television. The movie Bound was on, and she said, "God, this movie gets me hot." 

I said, "You seem like a really sexual person, Melissa." 

She smiled and blushed a bit: "I know it's the red-headed cliché and all, but I am. I love everything about sex." There was my green light. I leaned over to kiss her. God, I love the taste of a new woman's kiss and how I can feel her warm breath quickening, deepening. Her pierced tongue darted quickly in and out of my mouth. I held her face as we kissed and slowly made my way down to her firm, heavy tits.

At this, Melissa put her hand on my crotch and began to squeeze my cock through my jeans. I asked, "Would you like to go upstairs to my bed?" 

"Yeah," she giggled back.

We got to my room and she sat on my bed. I knelt down on the floor and began to kiss her again, slowly lifting her shirt to get a look at those tits in the lamplight. She had on a black bra that was tight and constricting, and as she began to unbutton my shirt, I unhooked it and released what it held captive. Her tits were amazing, milky white with a ring in each nipple. I knelt again and sucked on them, biting her nipples and flicking her rings with my tongue. "Oh God, yes. Bite me," she whispered as she took a deep, shuddering breath.

By this time she was unzipping my jeans, and trying to pull out my cock to stroke it. It was so stiff by this time, it was hard to maneuver, but she managed. She pulled me to her and pulled off my jeans and boxers. She then asked me to get on the bed. I lay on my back and watched as she crouched over me and began to slowly kiss around my waist and pelvis. She looked up at me and smiled and then slowly put her mouth around the head of my cock. She gradually eased her way down the shaft, lubricating it with her warm, sweet drool. My hips bucked a bit in a spasm, sending me deeper into her mouth at which she responded, "Mmmm-hmmm." 

I pulled her up, and turned her around. "I want you to ride my face," I said. She pulled off her panties to reveal a shaved pussy (although I do love red pussy hair) and slowly and carefully eased herself down onto my mouth. I put my entire mouth over her clit and began to suck. "Ah, fuck yes" she hissed and then continued to bob up and down on my length. Her juices mixed with my drool to create a sweet mess, and I kept up my lapping at her honey-pot. 

Finally, she lifted her head up and whimpered, " I want you inside me." I rolled her over onto her back and said that I had to get a condom. "I hate those things," she said, disappointed at the breaking of the mood. I told her that I hated them, too. "Just don't cum inside me and it's cool," she reassured me.

I got on top of her, and she reached down to guide my cock into her. She was a bit tight at first, but when I was able to slowly ease the length of my cock into her pussy, it felt sublime. "Oh my," she blurted as I submerged myself balls deep inside her. "Oh yeah, I like it deep." I kissed her hard and felt her deep exhalations through her nostrils.

I lifted myself up and reached back to put my hands under her knees, lifting her legs and gently placing them on my shoulders. "Oh God, that's deep," she cried out. I increased the speed and force of my thrusts, staring at her pierced, bouncing tits, knowing that she was about to release all over me. She saw me staring and asked, "Do you like my tits?" Yeah baby, do they turn you on?" 

I love it when girls talk shit, so I said, "Fuck yes, talk nasty to me." 

"Fuck my pussy," she replied. "Fuck it. You like to watch my tits shake? I bet you want to come all over them, huh? Keep fucking me. Fuck yes, don't stop. Don't fucking stop." Her cries became louder and louder, and her voice wavered. 

"I want you to come all over my cock," I groaned. I want to feel your juices all over my cock. I want to feel...." At this, she took a deep, halting breath and let it all out in a scream followed by a deep growl of pleasure

" I want you to come!" she said in a half whimper, half command. "Fuck me until you come."

"Massage my balls, baby," I grunted. She responded by reaching down and placing her hand at the base of my swollen sack. 

"Does that feel good? Oh my, your balls are soooo tight. You're gonna come," she said teasingly.

I began to shudder uncontrollably, and on cue, she cupped her large, pierced tits and said, "Come on. Come on my tits. Shoot all over me." I slipped out of her, and as she placed her hand under my balls, I jerked myself and watched as I released everything I had in me in hot, thick ribbons of cum that coated her tits, her neck and belly. "Fuck yeah. Do it!" she exhorted me on. Spent, I collapsed on the bed as she rubbed my essence over her chest 

Melissa ended up driving home that night, and honestly, after that, she did some things that creeped me out a little, so I kind of kept my distance. I'm not looking for a relationship, but she has told me that whenever I'm horny, she's ready, no strings attached. I just might take her up on that.



No Strings Attached



An interesting concept to be sure...

"Listen," he said, leaning forward. "How many times have you laid in bed, aching for a nice blowjob, but fed up with every chick you know? You know what I mean...fed up with their constant insecurity, endlessly yakking about nothing, how everything is about them, that attitude that they are gods gift to man and doing you such a favor by letting you have sex with them?" 

"Aren't there times when you wish you could just get the blow job and not have to put up with all the bullshit? You know, just stick your cock in their face and get it sucked, blow a load down their mouth and be done with it?"

"Hell yeah I do. That would be great. But that isn't reality. There is not a woman on this planet that would let you get away with that." 

"That's right. There isn't a woman like that," he said lingering on the woman. Then after a long pause he continued, "But all you want is the blow job, right?" 

"Yeah," he said carefully.

"Well anyone can give a blowjob..." he smiled. 

You could hear a pin drop. Bob looked away as thoughts raced through his head. Was Tim saying what he thought he was? And if he was...

Sex with no strings attached. It was certainly an interesting concept. Nothing more than a concept to be sure as it had never happened...ever. But who wouldn't like that deal? He could feel his cock stiffening up. 

He wondered if he said yes would he have to return the favor. Nothing had been mentioned in that regard. It would be wise to get that cleared up before this went any further. 

"So...are you suggesting that..." he started. 

"Yes, I am. Are you interested?" 

He could feel the flush covering his face. "Yes." 

No sooner had the words left his mouth when he felt Tim's hand reach for his zipper.

"Oh man..." Bob said amazed as Tim pulled it down. He felt Tim's hand slip inside his pants, navigate around his underwear and make contact with his cock. His breath quickened as Tim exposed his now painfully hard cock.

"What?" Tim asked with his fingers wrapped tightly around Bob's cock. "It's just a dick, man. What could be easier than sucking a dick? Seriously. Think about it. You know exactly what to do. It's fucking easy." 

Bob felt those lips slip around his cock. For the life of him he couldn't tell the difference. They felt just as good as every other pair of lips that made the trip. 

And there it was. That wonderful feeling started to spread across his body as those lips descended further down his shaft. Whatever hesitancy he might have had vanished instantly. 

He closed his eyes. He felt his cock descend deeper into the wet, warm mouth. He felt those lips squeezing his shaft. He felt that tongue dancing around all the right places. He realized Tim was right. What could be easier than sucking a dick? 

It wasn't long before he was on the edge getting ready to blow. He hated this part. He had to stumble back to reality long enough to issue the warning. "Hey man...I'm close," he said. 

He could feel Tim's lips making the trip up his cock and then pulling free, "No problem, go for it." Those same lips went right back down his shaft to the base. 

Bob realized his trip to reality was over as Tim's words formed in his brain. He exhaled and slid comfortably back into the zone. There was only one thing on his mind now. 

Tim was doing exactly the right thing, the right way and at the right time. 

Oh man this is going to be great. His body started shifting gears. His breathing became labored. All resources were being diverted to his balls. Here it comes man, here it comes. He could feel the rush hit his brain. All thoughts were being driven out. 

Time stood still. Nothing existed. Electrical storm. Pure pleasure. 

Bob opened his eyes. Earth. 

He felt something, looked down at his crotch. There was his roommate tucking his cock back into his pants. 

It all came back to him. 

Tim got up and headed for the kitchen. No fuss, no bullshit. 

He returned with two beers and handed one to Bob. "What's on TV?" he asked causally. 

"I don't know," he answered still lingering in that beautiful place. He picked up the TV guide. "The Cowboys are playing on channel 4."