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Dirty Little Secret

By: Couture



"Are you done yet Millie?" Victoria called from the living room.

"Almost finished ma'am." The petite young woman hurriedly loaded the cups in the dishwasher and looked around beneath the sink for the detergent. She was a pretty girl of only twenty four. However, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail, cheeks with a light coat of blush, sky blue eyeshadow, and pink lipstick, she looked nineteen.

"Hurry, you're embarrassing me in front of my friend."

"I'm sorry ma'am." Damn these people. Where was the fucking detergent? Her duties were trying at the best of times. Watching Victoria's brat of a son had been bad enough. Worse, now she was forced to be Victoria's personal servant. But to expect her to be able to work in a strange house was impossible. Not to mention, her tight form fitting uniform and high heels made work even more difficult.

Finally! She found the detergent, poured it in the dishwasher, and set it to running. Soon after, she set herself to running - running back to the living room, before she was any deeper in trouble.

"About time," Victoria sneered. "What took you so long?"

"I couldn't find the detergent ma'am."

"Idiot." Victoria said. To Sandra: "Good help is so hard to find these days."

Millie hated being talked about like this. More so, she hated listening to the two rich bitches go on about her like she wasn't even there.

"Yes, isn't it terrible," Sandra said. "Just last week, I had to let Maria go. I heard those people were hard working - well not from my experience. She was constantly making up excuses about having to stay home with a sick child or some such nonsense. Well, I had her sent back to Columbia pronto."

"Well, luckily I don't have to put up with that from my Millie," Victoria said. "But sometimes I don't know who does more work her or me constantly having to keep my eye on her. Isn't that right Millie?"

Millie's face burned a humiliating shade of crimson. "Yes, ma'am."

Victoria once again turned to Sandra and whispered conspiratorially, "You see, my Millie has some issues with self control. She is a petit voleur."

Sandra arched a curious eyebrow. 

"A little thief," Victoria said. "Is that what took you so long Millie? Were you busy stealing her silver?"

Millie's eyes widened in fear and a fresh sheen of sweat broke out on her forehead. "Oh no ma'am."

"She could have gone straight to my bedroom and have her pockets full of my jewelry," Sandra said. "I can't believe you would bring this into my house."

Millie hated the way Sandra said, "this" and nodded in her direction as if she weren't even a person. 

"Don't worry dear," Victoria said, patting Sandra's knee to comfort her. "Her pockets are merely decoration. There are very few places for her to hide any jewels."

"I can think of a few places."

Old Bitch. Millie hated her already.

"Show her Millie," Victoria said. "Take off your dress."

The young maid blinked back her tears. She tried to tell herself that she was in her senior year of college. She tried to tell herself that this wasn't forever. She hated the gray dress she was wearing. It was a one piece utilitarian garment that screamed domestic help. She hated how people looked down on her while she wore it, but at least it afforded her a little protection. Her fingers fiddled with the top button, she looked imploringly at Victoria to spare her this indignity.

"There's always the alternative," Victoria warned.

The tears Millie had struggled to contain streamed down her cheeks, leaving trails of dark mascara. Her fingers trembled as they fumbled with the buttons of the dress. Her smooth young body slowly came into view, and a shake of the hips left her dress in a heap at her feet. With a hand over her pert breasts and another over her sex, she did her best to hide her privates from the lecherous gaze of this strange woman. 

"A thief and a slut," Sandra said, her eyes hungrily devouring the naked girl standing trembling in front of her. "She's not even wearing underwear. What is she, some sort of prostitute as well?"

Victoria took it all in with a knowing smile. She supposed Millie was an attractive young woman, if a person was so inclined. She stood there obediently, clad only in a pair of black heels and sheer black stay-ups. She had a narrow waist and a plump ass. Her round breasts were pert in the way only a twenty-four year olds could be. 

"She isn't allowed them," Victoria said. "It makes it very easy to inspect her to make sure she hasn't taken anything. 

"Closer thief," Sandra sneered at Millie. "Closer, where I can see you."

"And move those hands out of the way," Sandra said. "How can I tell if you've hidden anything with those paws in the way?"

Millie meekly stepped forward and resumed her humiliating display in front of the two older women, one of which she didn't even know. Her chin trembling, her tears flowing freely down her rosy cheeks, Millie hated herself for allowing all this to happen. Hated how Victoria could turn her from a strong-willed young woman to a crying girl in the blink of an eye. She took a deep breath and moved her hands to her sides.

"Nothing hidden," Victoria said. "Satisfied?"

"Not quite."

To Millie's horror, Sandra reached down, and there could only be one place her hand could be going. "No," she cried out, her hands grabbing Sandra by the wrist.

"That bitch attacked me!" she rubbed her wrist where Millie had grabbed her. "Call the police, call them right now."

"No," Millie begged. "Please ma'am. I'm very sorry ma'am." 

Things had gone from bad to worse. She was already guilty of stealing and now she could be charged with assault. She moved her hands out of the way, and turned her head to the side in submission.

Sandra smiled her face shining from her victory. Her hand resumed its trek between Millie's trembling thighs. Sandra took her time, making sure Millie suffered maximal humiliation. She pulled at her pink labia, investigating as if it were possible to hide something behind them. Then she dabbled around the opening to her sex. Millie cringed in horror, she tried to put her mind somewhere else. Tried in vain to keep thoughts of her situation, of this rich bitch groping around her sex, out of her head. Tried to keep from reacting. It was useless.

"She's wet," Sandra said. "The little slut's getting off on this or maybe - or perhaps she greased up her cunt in order to stuff my best jewels up there. Which is it you stupid girl? Do I arouse you or have you stolen my jewels?"

To Millie's dismay, Sandra now had three fingers pushed into her sex and pushing them all around. Worse, Sandra looked intent on forcing another finger or even her whole hand into Millie's already sore and painfully stretched sex. Millie took a look at the wicked old bitch tormenting her. This fifty year old spinster. This rich old bitch with her facelift and expensive clothes. She wasn't pretty by a longshot. Millie wasn't gay, and even if she were, she wouldn't be attracted to this old bitch. 

But, she couldn't deny the betrayal of her body. She hated herself for it, but she was aroused. This old bitch, if not her look, then the way she was treating her, was turning her on.

"You-you arouse me, ma'am," Millie admitted, her face flushed from sexual excitement, her legs dancing like some sort of human puppet attached to Sandra's hand. It was the last thing in the world she wanted to say, but it seemed to be the only thing way to get the old woman to leave her alone. 

Sandra smiled and withdrew her four fingers from Millie's sex. She sat, idly teasing the young woman's pink folds and distended clit. 

"I guess she doesn't have them in here," she admitted. "Turn around girlie."

Millie was eager to get away from Sandra's hand, before she was forced to orgasm in front of the old bitch. However her relief was short-lived. The old woman's hand snaked up her thighs then slipped between the cheeks of her bottom.

"Please ma'am," Millie sobbed. "I swear I didn't take anything. I was only in the kitchen."

"Shush girlie," Sandra said, lightly trailing her finger along the pucker of the young woman's rosebud. "You act as if you've never taken it in the ass before."

"I've . . . never . . . ugh."

Sandra pushed a fingertip into Millie's tight virgin ass. The young woman tried to pull away, but Sandra took hold of her pubes and held her fast.

"Just relax dear," Sandra said, and pushed her finger in further.

"Ouch," Millie yelped in discomfort at her ignominious treatment.

"That's a good girl," Sandra said. "Just relax. Open up that tight little ass. Good girlie."

Millie grunted in discomfort as the finger wormed its way further - working in and out of her virgin rosebud. Sandra seemed to have actual sympathy for her, which was something Victoria lacked over the year of her employment and even more so for the two weeks of her virtual enslavement. There was only one problem, the sympathy seemed condescending. It was the sympathy one would have for a small dog, not a person.

"Almost done." Sandra thankfully withdrew her finger and began to fumble around through her purse. "Now where's my keychain? Ah, there it is."

Sandra her keys with one hand and pushed at the small of Millie's back with the other. "Lean forward dearie," she said.

The young woman leaned forward, unsure and slightly frightened what else this woman had in store for her.

"Now open up and let me see inside you," Sandra said. "We've got to make sure you haven't hidden any of my valuables up there."

Surely she couldn't be suggesting. Millie looked behind he in alarm. The old woman was there, penlight in hand, fully intent on looking inside her bowels! Millie clamped down on her asshole. Never!

"Are you being shy or sneaky? Hmmm?" Sandra asked. "Is little Millie shy and obedient? Or is she a thieving little sneak?"

Shy and obedient, Millie thought. "Please don't. I didn't take anything. I swear to Gahhhd."

Millie wasn't southern. It was at that moment that Sandra picked to reinsert her finger into Millie's tight young ass all the way to the hilt.

"No matter," Sandra said. "We'll know soon enough."

Millie took the intruding finger as best she could, but the lubrication previously afforded by her secretions soon faded, and the dry digit began to abrade her sphincter. "Ouch!" She flinched and tried in vain to pull away.

"Am I hurting you girlie?" Sandra asked. "Am I being a mean old auntie to you girlie?"

"Yes!" Millie's legs danced, but Sandra held her fast by her pubic hair and firmly in place. 

"Just tell auntie the problem and she will make it all better."

"You're too rough- it's dry- and my - and my" Millie kicked her knees up uselessly. It only served to cause her pubes more discomfort.

Sandra tugged the young girl's short and curlies twice. "Shut up," she said. "A young lady should be respectful, shouldn't she Millie? Now, address me as Auntie, and tell Auntie the problem."

Ow - ow - ow! No way was Millie going to go along with this madness. Her name wasn't even Millie, it was Margaret Lily. She had a degree in business and no way would she submit to this indignation. Yes, she had been caught stealing and it was on tape. Yes, she had agreed to be Victoria's virtual slave for two years to avoid jail. Yes, she agreed to work for her for twenty four hours a day with no pay. 

But she had sure as hell never agreed to this. 

The dry pain in her ass and the painful tugging of her pubic hair on her sensitive flesh soon convinced her otherwise.

"Ouch Auntie," said a defeated Millie. "You are hurting me. I'm dry. My ass is dry."

"There - there girlie," Sandra soothed the young woman, caressing her bottom intimately. "Auntie Sandra will make it better."

Sandra stopped trying to force her finger into Millie's ass, causing the young woman to foolishly hope that her ordeal was over. However, Sandra placed her fingers on the inside cheeks of her bottom, pulled them apart, snorted, and spat into the pucker of her ass.

Millie bucked in response. She would have clamored away, but for being held tightly reigned in by her pubes.

"Settle down girlie," Sandra said, giving a warning tug on her pubes. "You said you were dry. Well, now that's taken care of."

Oh never never never. Her virgin asshole was never meant for such abuse. She wanted out. She wanted to go home. "Victoria, please," she pleaded, looking vainly for assistance from her employer. "Help me."

"It's your choice," Victoria said. "There's always the tape." Victoria hated herself even as she said it. But a deal was a deal, and Millie wasn't the only one who had made deal.

"There's only one choice girlie," Sandra cackled, buggering the young woman with a rough fingertip. "Which is it, wet or dry?"

Not at all, thought Millie, but that wasn't an option. "Wet," she begrudged.

"Lean forward girlie," Sandra cackled. "And spread those fat young cheeks of yours."

Millie leaned forward, her sobs rising up in her chest as she reached back and pulled the cheeks of her bottom apart. She could hear the old bitch snort and spit again, this time dead on the rosebud of her ass. It clenched uselessly in response.

"Good girlie." Sandra pushed her index finger home. But, she wasn't content to just insert it in the young woman. Instead, she pushed it in and out. Fucking her with it. It hurt at first, but as much as Millie's dismay, the sensations grew pleasurable. Her knees grew so weak, she wobbled trying to support herself.

"That's okay girlie. Auntie knows it feels good." Sandra said. "Go on down to the floor. Ass high. Arch your back like a good girlie."

Millie didn't even want to imagine what she looked like. She was being fucked. Plain and simple. Fucked by another woman. Worse, she was enjoying it. She was naked and on the floor, her ass making wet sounds, fucked by a kinky old bitch while her employer looked on. 

"Your lovely ass clenches down so very nicely," Sandra said. "So tight - so hungry - with fat spankable cheeks. But Millie must learn to relax. Relax dear and give it up to Auntie."

It was downright mortifying, and yet her body was alive with sensation. Sandra insisted that she relax and stop clenching, but her body involuntarily sought to halt the invaders advance. With all the resolve she possessed, she willed her sphincter not to clench. 

Oh fuck. The finger plowed into her. She couldn't help but grunt and groan, but she held fast and obediently took the invader in her ass. She pushed back on her haunches taking an additional finger deep in her ass.

And just when her mind was able to float free from her situation, the fingers were pulled free. Cold air stung her insides. She tried to tighten her sphincter, but it was hard - so very hard.

"Just relax girlie," Sandra said. "Let auntie look inside."

Millie dared to look back. Sandra was there, penlight in hand, intently looking at her most private parts.

"Come on girlie," Sandra cooed. "Let auntie see. Such a cute little brownie. Let auntie look inside now."

Millie buried her head between her arms. She couldn't help but obey, she couldn't maintain the effort to hold her asshole closed another second.

"Such a good girlie," Sandra said. "Nope, no shiny jewels in here. Victoria, would you like to look?"

Victoria shook her head, her nose wrinkled in disgust. "Not my thing. As a matter of fact, let's close this piece of business."

"Not yet," Sandra said. "Be a dear would you and go the kitchen. I have a piece of ginger in the spice cabinet above the stove. Could you peel it and bring it back here? Please?"

Victoria wasn't much for running and fetching things. Ordinarily she would have told the old bitch to go fuck herself, but there was still something she needed from Sandra. Besides, Millie was occupied, and Sandra seemed quite occupied with Millie. 

When she came back, peeled ginger in hand, Sandra was still very much occupied. 

"Oh you poor dear," Sandra said. "This must be so horrible for you. Such a pretty young girl. So promising. Yet here you are in such a state. And your poor parents. Do they know about your situation?"

"No Auntie."

"And we'll keep it that way, won't we dearie?" Sandra said. "This will all be our little secret. Our dirty little secret."

Victoria shook her head in disgust. It was sick. Such a sick spectacle. Sandra could very well be the girl's mother - her grandmother even. 

"Yes Auntie." Millie was hunched over, face pressed against the floor, her plump ass high in the air, reaching between her legs, she had two fingers lodged firmly in her asshole.

Sandra slapped Millie hard on the ass. "Did I tell you to stop?" Slapped her again. "Get those fingers busy. I want that little brownie nice and hot." 

Millie grimaced and her fingers resumed their motion, working in and out her already sore asshole.

Disgusted, yet, strangely aroused, Victoria watched the older woman's hands roaming over the young girl, supposedly soothing her, and occasionally pushing a finger or two into Millie's wet sex. Even kissing her cheek and then on the lips, almost lovingly. But, Victoria knew the truth. Knew what a predator the Sandra really was. And Victoria herself wasn't blameless. She had delivered the young girl into the old woman's clutches. 

Sandra took the ginger from Victoria and smelled its clean lemon scent. "On the floor with you girlie. Ass high. Back arched. Hop to it, we have to get you plugged up."

Millie felt her indignation rise. Victoria never made her get in such a humiliating position. And plugged up? What in the world did the old woman mean by that? And yet, and yet Millie couldn't bring herself to tell the old woman no. She blushed deeply knowing Victoria was looking on as she went down on all fours with her ass arched into the air. She obeyed. Meekly submitting to the older woman. 

Sandra smiled and winked at Victoria. Victoria wasn't sure what to make of it as Sandra pressed the ginger root into the young girl's ass.

"That's a good girlie," she told Millie, then helped the young woman to a kneeling position. "Here, rest your head on auntie's knee, while she talks business."

"She's perfect," Sandra said, while stroking her fingers through Millie's long dark hair. "Do you have the tape?"

"Here it is." Victoria removed the tape from her pocket book and handed it over along with Millie's signed confession. "And my son?"

"There's an admissions form on my-" Sandra stopped speaking to look down at Millie who was frantically patting her on the knee. 

"Auntie!" Millie whispered.

"It's rude to interrupt Auntie when she's speaking," Sandra said.

Millie bit her lip. Discomfort was written across her face. She waited for as long as she could. 

"Please-" she begged, frantically tugging at the hem of Sandra's skirt.

"Oh bother," Sandra said. "What is it girl?"

"It burns!" Millie reached back for her fiery asshole.

"Did I say you could do that?" Sandra grabbed Millie by the ear and gave a slight twist.

"No Auntie but-"

Sandra's look softened. She let go of the young woman's ear and resumed stroking her hair. "It is hot, isn't it?"

"Oh yes Auntie!" Millie answered. She squirmed. Each time she clenched her ass the burning sensation grew more intense. "Oh God, it's so hot."

"You want Auntie to make it better?"

"Please Auntie?" 

Sandra scooted up and slid her dress beneath her hips. She wasn't wearing panties. Millie gasped in shock at the sight of the woman's hairy and very wet cunt. 

"Auntie's hot too," Sandra said. "Maybe if you help cool Auntie's fire, then Auntie will help cool yours."

"But - but -" Millie sputtered. "I'm not like that."

"You've admitted already that I arouse you," Sandra said. "Isn't that what you said earlier? You weren't lying were you?"

"No - but - but -" Millie's thoughts were all jumbled. The fact that she was aroused didn't mean she was gay, or did it? And if she were, she certainly didn't want this fifty year old woman. She would pick someone her own age or maybe someone in her late thirties like Victoria.


Dirty Little Secret



"Well, you arouse me too," Sandra said. "There's nothing like sexy young girls - especially obedient sexy young girls that get my rocks off."

"Here, just rest your head right here," Sandra placed Millies chin on the couch between her legs, "And your hands here on Auntie's knees, and think about how hot Auntie is. And how uncomfortable it is being hot. Then maybe you can kiss Auntie and make her feel better. Take your time, Auntie is going to have a cigarette while you think about it."

Sandra leaned over and picked up a pack of Salems from the end table. Doing so brought her pubic hair in contact with Millie's nose, tickling it. She took out a cigarette, lit it, took a few puffs, and exhaled. 

Millie was in a hopeless situation. This woman - this stranger, had stripped her of her clothes. Had stripped her of her dignity. She was a business major, and yet there she was, on her knees, with an older woman's sex, just inches from her nose. Sandra's musky scent was almost overpowering. She was wet, so very wet. And hairy. No way could she be expected to do this. She wouldn't. She couldn't.

Oh but her ass burned. And her own sex was so very aroused. So tingly it made her want to squirm. She could feel her juices sliding down her thighs. God, what must Victoria think of her? How would she be able to live this down?

"Now where were we?" Sandra said, ignoring the sounds of discomfort coming from the young woman between her thighs.

"The admission." Victoria said. "For my son." She would have left already if not for her son. She had nothing against gay people really. Her hair dresser was gay. But the last thing she wanted to see was two women have sex. She wanted to look away, but somehow the spectacle of Sandra dominating this young college educated girl was something you couldn't look away from.

"Oh yes, your son," Sandra said. "You need his registration form. I guess it must be embarrassing to have all his friends accepted to our school, while he wasn't. It isn't fair how people are judged by their children, is it?"

It wasn't fair. Victoria had enrolled Henry with the best violin teacher in town. She had even hired a private tutor. And a nanny, who was fucking useless, and now kneeling there with a gingerroot sticking out of her ass. She had done everything right. And everyday, at the club, while shopping, or entertaining friends, people would say, "We got our notice in the mail today. Our Patrick is going to McCain, just like your Henry."

Yes. Yes, she had lied. Told them Henry was going even before the letter arrived. She was so sure he would be accepted. And when he wasn't, she had tried everything, even bribing the registrar. She shuddered when she remembered what Sandra told her. It wasn't money she wanted, but sex. A female sex slave.

They had made a deal. Victoria had until Henry turned six. She had to find a young girl - a pretty girl - and bring her to Sandra on a platter. Victoria chose the only girl she knew - her nanny. She had an expensive hidden surveillance system installed and left money and jewelry around the house - even under the cushions. She prayed every night for the little bitch to give into temptation and every day she was as rude as possible to give her every excuse. She knew she had to succeed or it would be her instead of Millie there on the floor kneeling between the old bitch's thighs.

She trembled as she heard wet smacking sounds that could only mean one thing. Dear God, Millie was doing it. She was eating this filthy old woman's cunt.

"That's my good girlie," Sandra cooed. "You have a sweet tongue little girlie. Get it on in there. Right on in Auntie's pussy. Oh yes - I like hearing you. I like hearing those wet hungry sounds. Now diddle Auntie's clit."

"Look in my office. It's the first door on the left down the hall," Sandra said. "His admission form is on the desk."

Millie moaned from between Sandra's thighs. She licked Sandra's cunt with abandon. Licked her dark wrinkly lips. Sucked her thick fleshy clit. She removed her hands from Sandra's knees in hopes of relieving the burning in her ass.

"No girlie," Sandra caught her by the wrists and placed them back behind the girl's neck. "Keep them right here. Just like a nicely mannered young lady." 

Millie's hips danced. She couldn't hold still and it wasn't just from the burning sensation in her ass, but the warm sexy sensations shooting through her sex. She did everything she could think of to bring the old woman off. She licked. She sucked. She nibbled. She even rubbed her face in it. 

"Fuck, but you are good at this girlie," Sandra moaned. "I do believe I've got a natural born pussy licker here." Sandra ran her fingers through Millie's short dark hair and leaned back into the sofa. 

"And you are going to get so much better," Sandra said. "I'm going to give you plenty of practice."

"No," Millie moaned, though it was muffled by Sandra's cunt. 

"Oh yes, you are," Sandra said, grabbing two handfuls of Millie's hair and pulling the girl into her cunt and humping her hips into her face. "Loads and loads of practice. My little cunt licker."

No, please no, Millie begged, but her protest were in vain, and only served to bring her tormentor off.

"Oh fuck - oh fuck- I'm coming!" Sandra moaned, her face contorting with her passion. "Do my clit. Do my fucking clit.

*****

The admission form wasn't on the desk in the office. Well it was, but it was near the bottom of Sandra's inbox. And it wasn't signed. Victoria had hoped to sneak out the back, but she was going to have to go back in. Back in to the lion's den.

********

"Stand up on the chair girlie," Sandra said, patting the chair impatiently. "Auntie doesn't have all day."

Millie stepped up on the seat of the chair. She now towered above Sandra, yet she felt even more vulnerable now than before. 

Sandra took Millie's hand and placed it over her sex, stroking it up and down. Her left hand reached behind the young woman and grasped the end of the ginger root, twisting it and turning it.

"Beautiful," Sandra cooed. "I love seeing those fat cheeks clench."

Millie stood trying to keep her balance. The burning in her ass had leveled off. Until Sandra twisted, pulled, and pushed on the ginger root, causing her to burn anew. And yet rubbing her sex, while it didn't relieve the pain, it made it not matter so much. 

Victoria returned to the room with paper and pen. She wanted to interrupt, yet it didn't seem the time, so she stood at the door and watched.

"Are you hot, girlie?" Sandra said. "You want auntie to make you feel better?"

"Yes . . . please. . ." Millie said, biting her bottom lip. Her sweaty damp bangs hanging down over her eyes. Her face still wet from Sandra's secretions. Her hand now moving faster over her wet slit.

Sandra pulled Millie's hand away from her sex forcing her to stop masturbating.

"Now here's your choice," she said. "You can relieve the heat in your hot cunt or the heat in your plump little ass. But only one. Which is it going to be?"

Millie looked down with pleading eyes. Her face was a mess of ruined makeup, cunt juice, and dried tears. Her nipples had hardened to two hard pink peaks. Her ass burned. Her sex ached with need.

"You think about it girlie," Sandra said. "I think Victoria has something for me to sign."

At the mention of Victoria's name, Millie's eyes rose and flashed around in guilty embarrassment. Sandra beckoned Victoria over and quickly scribbled her signature on the admissions form. Henry was now an official student at the academy. Victoria's reputation was intact.

Ignoring Victoria, Sandra spoke to Millie, "It's all over now girlie. You belong to me now. Your chubby ass is officially mine."

Millie was momentarily stunned. She summoned what remained of her strength, part of her wanted to protest the offhand comments of her weight, yet she knew she had to stay focused. "We had an agreement. It's only for two years. I'm a - I'm in college." This wasn't the way it was supposed to be. She had been caught stealing. She had agreed to be Victoria's servant for two years. Cook and clean - go pick up dry cleaning. Take care of her stupid brat kid. She had done all of these things already during her first two years of college - except for pay. But in all her worst imaginings, she never anticipated - never dreamt of this. 

But she had agreed to two years. Two years she could do. Even of this. The theft she committed. The theft that was on tape. It would be on her record forever. Her college degree would be useless. She would be a nobody - white trash. She could never allow that to happen.

"It's alright girlie," Sandra reassured the scared young woman. "We were discussing the terms of your agreement while you were in the kitchen."

Sandra shared a look with Victoria, and Victoria knew they had never discussed the length of the agreement. She also knew Sandra would never be satisfied until she owned Margaret Lily body and soul.

"Two years," Sandra continued. "I have your agreement and I have the evidence safely locked away. Don't you worry about a thing girlie. Auntie has everything under control."

Victoria took the signed admissions form and quickly put it in her purse. She headed toward the door even more quickly. She hadn't been prepared for what she had seen. She knew the old woman was a dyke. She knew what would be in store for her former employee when she set the trap with the money and the video camera. But she had never imagined this, watching the old woman break down the bright but very na‹ve young woman right in front of her eyes. 

"Which will it be girlie?" Sandra asked, while forcing Millie to stroke her sex, while at the same time fucking her ass with the ginger root. "Your chubby young ass or your hot little cunt?" 

"Oh please - oh please please please,' Millie begged. It was all she could do to keep from falling from the chair.

"Neither," Sandra teased, moving Millie's hand away from her sex. "Is that it? We can do it you know. We can keep that hot little cunt and that chunky ass of yours on fire for weeks if you don't want to choose."

"My pussy," Millie moaned

"Say it right," Sandra ordered. "Your hot young little cunt."

"My cunt." Hips pumping. Will broken. Yearning so much to touch herself. Millie cried, "Fuck me. Fuck my hot young little cunt."

Sandra took hold of the ginger root and resumed buggering Millie's tight puckered asshole. She gently teased the young girls wet folds from the front. 

"And what a hot little cunt it is," Sandra said. "A college girl you say? What is your major?"

"Bu - business," Millie gasped. She couldn't help but squat down, legs spread, heels squeaking on the chair. 

"Look Victoria," Sandra said. "My own personal little CEO. Look at her squirm. Can you believe this? A dim-witted little maid who thinks she's a CEO." 

That could be me, Victoria realized as she looked back one more time from the front door. That could be me there dancing around on the chair for that old bitch, masturbating myself for her pleasure - bobbling around like a tiny marionette. Her own sex was burning up - her panties soaked through. She wondered what choice she would make in a similar position.

"If only your parents could see you now you dirty little girlie. Watch you come your tiny little brains out on top of that chair," Sandra said. "Maybe later though, hmm? First maybe I'll invite some girlfriends over. They've probably never seen a CEO before. I'm sure they've certainly never spanked one. We'll make a day of it. Yes, we'll have tea and then you can eat us all out. Practice your cunt licking skills. Auntie's got a big fat dildo with your name on it. Stop squirming girl and get that clit up here where Auntie can feel it. Such a thick clit it is too. So fat. So thick and rooty. A girlie cock. You want Auntie to tug it?"

"Yes Auntie," Millie groaned. "Tug it. Tug my fat clit. Fuck I'm going to. Oh God, I'm gonna. . .So hot - oh God, so fucking hot..."

Victoria shut the door behind her. Even so, she could still hear a high pitched keel that could only be Millie coming. She couldn't help but imagine the poor girl, eating a bunch of stuck up old bitches out. Going from one to the other, passed along like some sort of sex toy. A helpless slave for their sordid amusement. She felt a thrill of pleasure shoot through her sex. The poor girl. The poor poor girl. Oh God, and yet. And yet, she almost wished . . .

The End



Dirty Little Secret



Looking back on the whole affair, several hundred miles away, with rose-tinted glasses...it could have been so much worse for everyone. Really. I should be thankful she never said a word. She really didn't have to the last time we met, though. Looking back on it, it's a lot like a hideous car wreck. You see it coming, but you wonder what's going to happen even though you know it's going to be bloody and painful and probably kill you. Looking back, I was selfish, wrong, flawed, and stupid. But honestly? There are some parts I'd never change for the world.

My mother had seven kids. Seven. I have six brothers, all different from me, but still very much the same. I'm the second-oldest, so it was always my duty to look after the younger ones when Sarafin wasn't around (i.e. pretty often). I did an alright job of looking after them, I think, but myself? Not so much. I really don't remember my earliest years in America. I've been a citizen for ages, so don't bitch to me about immigration laws and that stuff. I was born an entrepreneur and after trials, tribulations, The Uncle fronted me the money to open our little chain. I love it so much, it's like my own child.

Not that I've ever had any others.

But I digress.

So here I am, managing my own place and doing alright. I meet a pretty white lady and marry her and her extensive family. She loves me even though I'm defective and daft, and things are alright. Her kids are so great and I love every one of them. For a while, at least. I'm pretty happy. Well, sort of. The root and sum of this whole snafu started there. Marriage is inevitable, and I thought maybe this could be The One, and there'd be my next fifty years. She wasn't perfect, and I'm not either. But it's verbatim to the Rule of Dance:

"Women who love to dance always marry men who hate to dance."

Only in my case, it would be...

"Men who love to screw always marry women who have migraines."

So my wife has a headache. A constant headache, which I constantly told her to get a physician to look at. She gave me the Pissy Look and I left it alone. This goes on for entirely too long, and since home isn't as happy as it could be, I throw myself at work.

And work kinda threw itself at me.

Customers are nice and the staff gets along well. I love every one of the guys, they put their all into what they do. That's why they got the job. Then, one day, I took the time to talk extensively with one of the more frequent and faithful patrons: Officer Arion. He's incredibly nice and is automatically respectable (for me, at least) for being enforcement. He was sitting with another man and a girl. The other man was a businessman, but more of the suit-and-tie type. He never struck me as one who actually got his hands dirty. When I saw how he treated the girl, I knew what kind of man he was, and I didn't really care for him. But her?

Wow.

She looked older than her eighteen years, had long dark hair, and expressive green eyes. Gorgeous girl that was built like a goddess. Seemingly proportioned perfect to her diminutive size. Which wasn't so bad. When one is tall all their life, things like size are a little biased and everyone is smaller than you are. 

I had to know more.

She was staring me down the whole time, sizing me up. Judging. But shyly, she didn't want me to notice it. Then again, I can understand her shyness and always have. I always respected that, even when it was inconvenient and downright dangerous. She looked about decided, so I introduced myself to her with a compliment, trying to at least make her smile after her father's crass behavior.

"So what's your name, bonita?"

She looked like she probably spoke that language, I saw how she watched people's mouths move and hers did too, like she was trying to interpret for someone else. 

She stuttered out her name and blushed profusely, not wanting to look at my eyes.

That was alright, I had time.

She was a constant presence in the place. Always flitting about, talking to others, and avoiding me. She really took to that somehow. One night when she was just there with Sarge, I pulled her aside just to inquire to the nature of the problem.

"What's wrong, miel? You're so standoffish. Did I upset you the other night?"

She shook her head and attempted to speak, but stuttering, backwards words came out. It was kinda cute. I saw it was definitely going to be me dominating the conversation.

"What's wrong?"

She looked pensive and stared at the wall behind me, deathly trying to avoid my eyes.

"Please tell me if I upset you, but I have a question."

...no response, just big, wide eyes set in crimson cheeks.

"Do you like me, bonita?"

Her lip trembled and she nodded.

"Like how much? You don't have to answer if you don't want to."

She looked puzzled and held up both hands.

Both...what the hell?

Ten? That makes sense, I think.

"Are you afraid of me?"

She made the so-so sign.

"What can I do to make you not-upset?"

Shrug.

"You can say anything, you know."

Silence. She looked like she was about to fall down.

"...Do you..." I suddenly had an insane impulse. Show her what you mean, stupid, my brain said. Do something, act, show her how you feel.

So I did.

"You can make me stop whenever you want, but..." I started.

I didn't really think before I acted, to say the least. I stooped down a-ways and had my lips against hers. It was just going to be that, I promised myself.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU INSANE HUMAN BEING?! said the other side of my brain.

I got more than a little carried away, I was crushed against her and biting her lip before I could tear myself away.

Cue a look of utter shock on her face as I pull away.

"Are you alright?"

Nod.

"Are you offended?"

Shake.

"Do you want me to stop? Be honest."

...thought.

...blink-blink.

...tremble.

Shake.

It was my turn to be taken aback, she kissed me back with a fervor I thought was long gone.

I should have known better than to have let it go any father than that. I should have listened to the other side of my head, hitting me with a bat and reminding me of...of...everything! But did I? No.

It went so much farther than that.

We ended up in the back room, hands all over each other and sweat pouring down from the stifling heat. No words were needed here, raw feeling would suffice. She dropped to her knees and began fidgeting with my belt. 

Holy Christ, what had I gotten myself into?

When I returned to earth from my self-bashing trip, my pants were already around my ankles and she had already gotten to work. God, I was painfully aroused by then anyway. I couldn't even remember the last time my wife rendered me such a service. She kissed me teasingly down the length of my shaft, cutting her eyes up at me. Almost daring me to object. I did nothing of the sort, but leaned into the wall behind me and gently pushed her head forward. That was all the encouragement she needed, she inhaled deeply and slid me all the way to the back of her throat. Clearly she'd done this before. 

"Oh....god, you're so good..." I wound my fingers into her smooth hair, letting the initial waves of pleasure wash over me.

She wasn't even trying all that hard, either. All she had to do was run her tongue along the underside of my cock and I'd be trembling in the knees. She kept teasing me right to the edge and then bringing me back for what seemed like forever. Finally she deep-throat ed me one last time and I couldn't hold back any longer. I let out a deep, throaty moan and released everything into her hot, inviting mouth. I gave it up, slumping flat into the wall and letting go of my death-grip on her hair. She looked up at me with the sweetest, yet naughtiest smirk, and wiped her bottom lip. That's got to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen in my life.

I should have done a lot of things, but letting her kiss me back was not one of them. Retrospect is always 20/20.

To be honest, I expected her to run away screaming. I figured she'd get away from me and I'd lose interest. Neither happened. She began showing up more and I was still looking. I admit, I was afraid. I'd thought about...you know...cheating before, but who hasn't? I didn't actually think I'd go through with it, though. But sure enough, there we were.

Amazingly, it was more than just killer head once in a while. She really did open up to me completely, and I know now that she fell in love with me. Only problem with that was that it killed our agreement early on not to get too attached. Again, there we were. I fought like hell but ended up falling for her too. It was impossible to resist, she was just so beautiful. Both as a person, and as far as looks go.

The ante was upped again in midsummer.

My shift was over and I was just about ready to hit the road. I hadn't noticed her coming in, but it was just Sarge's car out front. She found me in the parking lot out back. She facilitated this gigantic step, mind you. I just thought about it, but I never thought I'd end up...hell, I shouldn't have. But she wanted it so much I couldn't refuse her. It's mostly a blur, but I remember what counts.

"I want this," she breathed into my neck. "But I'm afraid, I'm a virgin..."

I stroked her hair and lied again.

"I won't hurt you, I promise." 

What was I supposed to say? I ran my hands under her shirt, feeling nothing but heated skin and sharp little nipples.

"Are you sure you want this?" I wanted to be absolutely certain before we did things we might regret.

She knew she could tell me to stop at any time and I would. I wouldn't like it, but I'd stop.

She was sure of it. Surer than I was, for a change. So it happened.

It tore me apart to have to hurt her, but she never backed down. I raised her skirt and slipped her flimsy panties down her legs and off, pitching them in the floorboard. I quickly fumbled myself out of my pants, leaving one hand to tease her moist slit enough to comfortably fit. I lowered myself farther down, kissing her roughly and pushing in slowly as I could. She clawed into my back to keep from crying, but she didn't back down. Her blood dripped down with the rest of her juices, and I have to admit it turned me on a little. I slid deeper into her, finding it hard to keep control of myself. My wide girth can't have helped the hurt much--but I knew she'd appreciate it later on. Having passed the worst part, I sped up some, feeling her walls loosen up slightly to accommodate me. It was beyond ecstasy for me; she was my first virgin and she was tighter than anything I'd ever experienced before. I felt a little horrible, since I'm certain it wasn't as good for her. God, it had been SO long. As much as I wanted her to get something out of it, time just wasn't on our side. That, and I didn't last too long. Two long, celibate years can do that to you. I came entirely too fast, and sorry to leave the warmth of her tight cunt. However, I made time to clean her up and just hold her for a while. Her nerves were shattered. Before I left, she slipped a house-key in my pocket.

There were days I'd drop by and see her. Her dad left her all alone in the house, so I had to do some manly chores sometimes. Plumbing, fixing doors, changing lights...that type of thing. And of course we fucked. Often. I was thankful the pain stopped after about the third time. It still killed me to know she was hurting. The heat was unbearable in her little room, but not as unbearable as the tension between us. There were times I gave up fighting it. I dropped her on the bed and dove between her thighs, aching to feel my cock, my fingers...anything inside her. Her slit was like hot velvet and I honestly couldn't have quit it if I'd wanted to. Nothing could beat the satisfaction of feeling her tighten around me in every sense of the word, and completely release. She was the first woman to let me come inside her. It didn't bother her at all. Hell, I think she enjoyed it more than I did. We never had to worry about her getting "in trouble". I mean, there's a reason I never contributed any kids to my marriage.

But we started to drift apart.

I was needed increasingly more around my house, and wasn't working nearly as often. That put an enormous strain on our relationship. For both our sakes, we couldn't be found out. She was far beyond upset when I got transferred as well. We actually started to fight. I didn't want to lose her, but I simply couldn't function the way she needed me. 

Something had to be done, but what?

One day I finally managed to get by her place. She wouldn't touch me. She didn't want me to make love to her or anything until we worked out this problem.

"I'm trying. I really am." I was impatient, but I had no right.

"I realize I'm lower on the list, " she said, and I thought I might have seen tears plip down her cheek.

"...but if you want to keep me around, you can't just let me GO like this."

Until now she'd been horribly cold. Trying her best to be bitter and aloof, but for the first time I realized she couldn't make herself do it, no more than I could keep being angry and frustrated with her. She crawled up behind me on her bed and wrapped her arms around me, crushing her cheek into my neck.

"I'm sorry. I should be stronger than this."

What could I say? That was true to an extent. She knew up front that she would always be second. She knew that this might happen, that I might get my hands full with the family I already had. But she was human.

A delicate little human that needed me.

It didn't occur to me until now, but I needed her just as much.

I know it sounds terrible, me falling in love with this girl when I already have a wife and all...but it's different. Bonita had a sort of passion, a sort of fire about her that my own wife hadn't shown me in years. I could tell she loved me, I could read her like a large-print dictionary. When I held her, I could feel her completely swooning and off on cloud nine. 

Right now was one of those times.

"We can make this work," I meant it, too. 

I turned around and gathered her into my lap. For a long while, we didn't speak. Just felt, just enjoyed each other's warmth and presence. I flumped back onto the bed, taking her with me.

"What are we going to do, baby?" she whimpered. She was near tears, if not already there.

"We'll figure something out. She can go to her job and take the kids, and...and...I'll stay here and run the place. That way, we can keep our house and the restaurant, and I can keep you." It seemed reasonable enough.

"You don't love me as much as you do her."

It wasn't really a statement to hurt me, but...I guess she was just reminding herself out loud. 

I honestly don't know if she was right or not. 

I was rearranging my life for her, really.

"So are we back to good?" she spoke to my stomach.

"I think so. I don't know, I just don't want to fight anymore."

I kissed her neck and made her sit up. This required some kind of celebration.

Hell, we celebrated so much the cross above her bed dropped clear off the wall.

People love me because I'm a stand-up guy. I always keep my promises, especially ones to beautiful girls. Yes, I give off the best image, the Incorruptible, sometimes. But no one ever saw this. No one ever got to see the spot of dirt on my white linoleum floor. No one ever knew about that one smirch on my otherwise spotless character. The way she felt inside, that wet, hot burn...the incredibly impure thoughts I had almost every waking minute...the temptation to just stand on a table and scream, "Hey! Guess what? I'm fucking the salesman's daughter and she's the best lay on the face of the earth!" I wanted to do that so much, but never did. I kept my dirty little secret, and sin never tasted so sweet.

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(A huge thank-you to everyone who beta'd this. There were an upwards of three, and they all did an awesome job!) 



Dirty Little Secret



Mike and I had only been dating for about a month. He was nice, but overly educated and almost boring. He had a great job and a nice house, which he shared with one of his frat buddies from college. At 6'8", he was a compliment to my own height of nearly six foot. We had a lot of fun together as long as alcohol was involved. Otherwise, Mike was pretty dull. 

One Friday night, Mike and I attended a happy hour hosted by a vendor from my work. Drinks flowed freely as we drank as much as we could stand within the two-hour window. Needless to say, we were both feeling pretty good as we left that bar and headed straight to a different bar with my fellow employees in tow. It was about 8 o'clock as we pulled into our favorite watering hole, located dead smack in the center of our small state's college town. Mike and I selected a small table and sat back to watch the other bar patrons dance, converse, flirt, and fight. 

Mike and I laughed and had a wonderful time as we continued to drink and chat. The DJ started to play a fairly romantic song, and Mike asked me to dance. We moved to the dance floor. I wrapped my arms around his waist and placed my head against his chest. He slid his arms over my shoulders and hugged me to him. We swayed gently to the music, both enjoying the rare moment of shared romance. The song ended and he kissed me tenderly on the forehead. 

Another song started up, and we moved to a darkened corner of the room. He moved behind me, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back against him. He rested his head on top of mine as we watched the other drunk couples make complete asses of themselves on the dance floor. 

Mike whispered into my ear that he was pretty turned on. He pressed his hips against me, and I could feel him hard against my back. I was pretty surprised. Mike was not the type of person who would normally show any sign of affection or arousal in public. He was a fairly straight-cut kind of person. Minimal foreplay, missionary position, and a shower together afterwards. Yes, sex was boring. 

I pushed back against him, offering some pressure to the hard-on he was sporting. He gasped softly and moved his hands to my hips. I teased him, gyrating against him in tune to the song playing. Mike yanked me back to him and pushed his pelvis against my ass. I was fairly surprised but utterly delighted by his alcohol-fueled display of affection. 

"We have to go NOW," he urgently whispered in my ear.

Grabbing my hand in his, he practically dragged me to the door. Unfortunately for him, the bouncer, Gary, was an old friend of mine who wanted to chat for a moment before I left. I exchanged pleasantries with Gary as Mike stood fidgeting like a little kid loaded on sugar. I know that Gary noticed Mike's jeans, which were tented in the front. Giving me a wink, Gary told me to enjoy the rest of my night and turned to let us leave. 

The cold night barely phased us as we rushed to the car. Once in the parking lot, Mike shoved me against his car and pushed his knee between my legs, spreading them. He pinned my hands over my head onto the hood of the car. Covering my body with his own, he kissed down my neck and across my collar-bone before he put his mouth over mine. He delivered a delicious kiss, darting his tongue in and out of my mouth, stopping only when I captured his tongue and sucked softly on it. With a groan, he let go of my hands and moved back, panting like a dog in heat. He yanked open the car-door, pushed me in, and hurried to the other side. We drove the two-mile distance back to his house in a strained sexual silence. 

I made a beeline for the bathroom the minute we got home. I could hear Mike moving in the kitchen, opening cabinets and doors. I stood in the hallway at the top of the stairs. Mike came up the stairs to me. He had a wild look in his eyes and he had shed his clothes. He stood in front of me in all of his male beauty. 

"Meet me back here in five minutes," he instructed. "Be naked."

I started to protest. "Your roommate… is he home?"

Mike stared at me like I was a madwoman. "Shawn left for the weekend. He went skiing. Do you think I would be here naked and ask you to do the same if I expected him to come home?"

Feeling silly, I turned to Mike's bedroom to disrobe. I felt a little awkward standing completely naked in the middle of the hallway, so I grabbed one of Mike's over-sized shirts to use a cover. I met Mike out in the hallway, and he immediately instructed me to take the shirt off and put it back in his room. After doing so, Mike led me down the stairs and into the kitchen. Two martini glasses sat on the counter top. Mike asked me to grab them as he tossed two towels over his shoulder and led me outside. 

Few people have shared the joy of sitting naked in a hot tub in the middle of January during an ice storm at midnight. The freezing air assaulted my body the moment I stepped outside. I contemplated dropping everything and running back into the heated comfort of his house. Mike grabbed my arm and led me to the tub, which was already heated and bubbling away despite the below-freezing temperature. Mike set the towels on a chair and stepped into the tub, sinking down and sighing in pleasure. He glanced at me, standing on the icy deck, trying to cover myself as my hands shook dangerously, splashing vodka onto the surface below. 

"You may heat up if you actually get in the tub," Mike suggested. 

Handing the glasses to him, I slid one leg over the side of the tub and into the hot water. I was straddling the edge of the hot tub, my naked pussy resting on the icy rim of the tub as I tried to allow my body the time to adjust to the rapid temperature change. Mike stroked his cock under the water and watched as I maneuvered my way into the seat across from him. I was sure that the cold air had certainly caused some shrinkage for him and he was trying to make himself hard again. 

I swam over to him and pressed my hard nipples against him as I reached for the drinks. He brought a hand up to gently rub one of my breasts, running his thumb softly over the tips. My nipples were so hard from the cold that his soft touch actually caused pain. I whimpered softly. 

I kneeled with one leg on each side of his body and fed him the olives from my martini. I sipped the drink as I felt the fluid motion of his hand sliding up and down his shaft, his head only inches from my pussy. 

Mike closed his eyes and leaned his head back. I placed the glass back behind him. I kissed him lightly on the mouth and brought my hands to cup his cheeks. I kissed him again, this time a little harder and a little deeper. He kissed me back, shivering as the hand stroking his cock increased its rhythm and took on a quicker stroke. The tip of his thumb brushed against my clit, causing me moan softly into his mouth. 

My tongue danced with his. I sucked on his upper lip, stroked the tip of my tongue against his. He stopped masturbating and pressed both hands against my sides, urging me onto his waiting dick. I positioned myself over him. As I was ready to slide down onto him, I heard a car door slam. 

I froze, panic rising. A house door opened and slammed. I knelt, posed above him, heart pounding fast. I looked at Mike, pale against the moonlight. 

"Shawn?" I whispered against Mike's ear.

The look in Mike's eyes was slightly confused. He lifted his shoulders slightly in a shrug that suggested that he did not know. We both waited for what seemed like hours. After a few moments went by, Mike pressed his face against my neck. 

"We are okay, I promise. We are okay," he sighed.

Whispering words of encouragement, the hands on my hips guided me to the top of his head. I lifted my body slightly and pressed his head against my clit, teasing him with my body. Bracing my hands against his shoulders, I pressed myself onto him, letting him penetrate me fully, the tip of him pushing against my core. We stayed like that for a moment, him inside me, not moving. I looked deep into his eyes and saw they were dark with desire. I kissed the tip of his nose and moved my lower body slightly into him. I pushed off of him slowly and rammed my snatch back on top of him. His hands on my hips guided me up his pole again and he thrust his own hips, pushing himself back into me. We developed a lovely rhythm, sliding up and down, bodies rubbing against each other as the water splashed around us. 

I have heard that sex under water is difficult and will dry a woman out. I don't know if it was the alcohol or the fright of being caught, but I was so wet that Mike had no problems gliding in and out of me.

"Turn around," Mike demanded gruffly, "ride me backwards". I happily obliged. 

Standing in the hot tub, I was completely uncovered from my thighs up. My mound, belly, and breasts were completed exposed to the frigid air, turning my nipples once again into rock-solid points that would have cut glass. My gaze drifted to the kitchen window. I could barely make out the lone silhouette. Shawn. Great. His roommate had returned. I debated saying something to Mike. I decided I was too drunk to care. Let him watch. 

Immediately turned on by the prospect of an audience, I raised my arms above my head in a fake stretch. My tits thrust out against the cold, giving Shawn an amazing view. My body shielded Shawn and the window from Mike's view. I was afraid that Mike would want to stop if he knew we were being watched. Shawn leaned a little closer against the window. The lights on the deck and kitchen were off but the soft moonlight bounced off the water and illuminated the hot tub. 

Mike gave an impatient slap to my ass and I whipped around to him. I leaned in to kiss him, baring my ass to Shawn and giving him a teasing view of my slit. I ran my tongue over Mike's jawline, nipping softly as I spread my legs further apart. Goosebumps exploded onto my skin, but I did not care. The ice and wind whipped around me, but I was determined to give Shawn as much as I could before submerging my body back into the water. 

Locking lips with Mike, I felt his hand lift out of the water as he inserted a single finger into my hairless pussy. I was aching with need and his finger felt great as it explored inside, stopping briefly to run his fingernail over my clit. He stuck two fingers inside me and pumped them in and out, slowly at first, but with a building intensity. He stopped and spread my lips wide, letting the freezing air blow into my hole, causing me to cry out softly. I turned back around and lowered myself backwards onto him. I was so aroused by the fingering and the attention. My pussy was slippery wet from its own juices and Mike slid easily into me. He groaned loudly. 

I positioned his hands once again on my hips as I assaulted his cock with my hot cunt. I rose and fell onto him, each time allowing my bare body to rise temporarily out the water to show Shawn. The constant temperature change was almost painful, but I continued pumping Mike in and out of me. He cried out my name. I locked eyes with Shawn through the window. The rapid movement of his shoulder suggested to me that he was hand-fucking himself as he watched. 

I felt Mike's dick tense inside me. I arched my back and strained to grind my pelvis against his. Mike's hands reached out of the water and cupped my tits, yanking me back against him and holding me in place as he thrust up hard into me. The sudden change in tempo caused a fire to start in my belly spreading through my body as the first wave of orgasm hit. I cried out as my cum flowed onto Mike's cock. The pleasure of release numbed my senses. Mike's fingers pinched at my swollen nipples and he bit into my shoulder. Pulsing and throbbing, I felt Mike's orgasm, his hot cum searing deep inside me. He strained up into me as he moaned in happiness. 

Crashing back against the side of the hot tub, Mike brought me with him against his chest. My eyes never left Shawn's. I was so afraid that now the heat of the moment was over, Mike would see what was happening in the window. The exhibitionist display and voyeuristic interest was like a sexy, dirty little secret between Shawn and I, and I was not ready to share that with Mike. I felt Mike bury his face against my shoulder blades and relief washed through me. 

I was still slightly sore and tingly from the previous orgasm, but delighted in watching Shawn. I could only see his face, but the movement of his upper body suggested to me that he was having a time with his lower body. I could feel deep breathing against my back and figured that Mike was incredibly comfortable, not willing to move anytime soon. I nudged Mike. 

"I have to go to the bathroom," I whispered. 

Mike grunted an okay and I stood up, completely showing myself to Shawn. As I stepped out of the tub, I saw that Shawn quickly disappeared from the window. 

"Come back," Mike urged me. "I am not ready to get out yet. Maybe we can have a round two." 

I wrapped myself in a towel and walked to kiss Mike on the forehead. "Be right back," I promised. 

Letting myself into the warm house, I locked the back door with a quiet click. I dropped my towel and walked naked through the kitchen. I found Shawn sitting on the stairs, fully clothed with his jeans unbuttoned. He was not wearing underwear and his raging hard-on peeked out. I leaned in and pressed a hard kiss against his mouth. I kissed him with tenderness and need. I wanted to entice him and make him want me. 

He snaked his hand down my belly, searching for my clit. I rubbed my naked body against his bulge, enjoying the rough fabric of his jeans mixed with the soft flesh of his dick's head. I moaned against his mouth. 

Without a word, I dropped to my knees, yanked his jeans from his hips, exposed his cock completely, and took him into my mouth. Shawn grabbed at my wet hair, which had turned to ice from the freezing temperatures. He held my head hard against the base of his shaft, rubbing his cock's head against the back of my throat. With him still fully in my mouth, I let my tongue trail up and down his shaft, swirling and licking. Shawn gave a deep growl and released the pressure from my head. He lifted his hips up and I slid his jeans down his thighs. I released him from my mouth, moved my hand to cup his balls, and proceeded to suck hard on only his head. 

"Fuck, yes, fuck ... I know you want this in you. I know you want me. Suck it harder. Drink it, bitch. I know you want it fucking every hole..." Shawn growled words of needy encouragement.

Massaging his nuts in my hand, I continued to fuck Shawn with my mouth, sometimes licking softly and gently, other times taking him into my mouth and sucking hard and fast. Shawn put his hands on either side of my head to hold me still as he lifted his hips off the stairs and into my mouth. My lips soared up and down his pulsing cock and finally he pushed deep in my mouth and came down my throat. He held my face mashed against the base of this cock as I sucked hungrily, licking every drop off of him. He sank back against the stairs, spent. 

I walked past him to use the bathroom. I grabbed a washcloth on my way out. Shawn's limp body was still spread against the steps. I dropped the washcloth onto his chest as I walked by him. 

I let myself out the back door and gasped as I was once again assaulted by the icy weather. Mike had recovered, and was stroking his hard cock in the water. 

"Ready for round two?" He asked with a wicked grin. 

I grinned back. I was definitely ready. Giving head to Shawn had renewed my desire. We fucked in the hot tub. We dried off, moved to the bedroom, and fucked again. Mike had no clue Shawn had even come home.

We ran into Shawn the next morning in the kitchen making coffee. Mike was surprised to see his roommate home. Apparently, Shawn and his girlfriend had a fight and he left. Mike made comment that despite the fight he seemed to be in a fairly good mood. 


Shawn grinned. "Women," Shawn said with a shrug, "what can you do?" 

Mike laughed, I blushed. My pussy ached from the wild night.

Shawn and I never said a word about what happened. Call it instinct. It is just a dirty secret between friends. 



Dirty Little Secret



Dear Stan,

I would say this is the hardest letter I've ever had to write, but I don't think it's going to be all that hard. Even though we haven't been married long, everyone in this apartment complex knows I'm your wife, even people I've never met. And a surprising number of them know your dirty little secret. At least, they do now.

I'd suspected for a few weeks now that you've been screwing around on me. All those "Sorry, honey, working late" emails, all the supposedly prank phone calls where the caller hung up as soon as they heard my voice. It was classic. You aren't even creative enough to have an affair without doing the same thing every man who's ever screwed around has ever done. But even as stereotypical as the signs were, I denied what I was seeing. I loved you, and I was dumb enough to think you loved me. Note the past tense.

How many nights did I fall asleep waiting for you to come home? Your office might ask people to work late once in a while, but there's no way in hell they have people working there till ten or eleven at night. There were a couple times you didn't get home till after midnight! But you always had a good excuse. Your boss took you out for drinks, the trains were running late, you fell asleep at your desk. You became a bullshit master, and I believed every single word because I couldn't stand to think of any other possibility.

But then, a few nights ago, you were with her all night. You didn't think I knew that, did you? For once, I didn't fall asleep early. I was up all night that night, and you were nowhere to be found. I called your cell, but you didn't answer. I was panicking; I thought you might have been in an accident or something else might have happened to you. Early the next morning, you emailed and said that once again, you'd fallen asleep at your desk. But I knew that was a lie, because I'd called your desk phone too. A cleaner answered. I don't know what he was doing answering your phone, but he told me he and his crew were the only ones in the office.

I still hoped I was wrong, though. Love really is blind, I guess. Especially when you came home that night and fucked me silly. I swear that was the best sex we'd ever had. But it wasn't because you wanted to, was it? It was because you were trying to take my attention off your secret life.

But now I know the truth. One of our neighbors, Shelly, I think her name is, stopped me at the grocery store today. "I'm sorry to have to tell you this," she said, "But we all feel you should know Stan's cheating on you."

"Who's all?" I asked.

"A few of us from the complex."

"Stan can't be cheating." Even with all the evidence, even though I knew Shelly wouldn't lie to me, I still didn't want to believe it.

"Honey, he is. We saw him. A few of us went out to dinner at Caprio's the other night, and he was there with her."

I was stunned. Not only have you been cheating, but you haven't even bothered trying to hide it from anyone. Except me. Not too bright, are you, Stan?

"What did she look like?" I asked.

"She's almost as tall as Stan, hair the same color as his but shoulder-length, and she has a mole by her left eye."

I knew right away who she was talking about, and I thought I was going to be sick. Your sister, Stan? What kind of fucked-up pervert screws around on his wife with his own sister? You are one sick fuck! I tried to convince myself that you'd just taken her out for an innocent dinner, but Shelly told me how your hands were all over your sister's legs. And she said the kiss you gave your sister was anything but brotherly.

Then Shelly's husband came over and asked what we were talking about. When we told him, he said, "Oh. Sorry to say it, but I saw them going at it in Stan's car when we left the restaurant."

Going at it in a parking lot? Steve, you're fucking sick! And you and I are through. Maybe we could have worked things out if she'd been just another woman, but I can't accept this. I'd want to vomit every time I saw you or your sister. So here's what's going to happen. I'm keeping the apartment and everything in it, except your personal belongings. You'll come over Friday and get that shit out; I don't want any reminders of you left here. And since I also don't want to see your face again, Shelly and her husband have volunteered to come over and supervise you. Meanwhile, I'll be at the courthouse filing the divorce papers. When you get your copies, you'll agree to everything I ask for. Otherwise, everyone will find out just how sick you really are, including your parents. I hope you and your sister are miserable together.

Nope, this letter wasn't hard to write at all.



Dirty Little Secret



Yes she is!"

"Not really."

"Oh come on! Are you blind? Look at her!"

"She's okay. I just don't think she's that hot." 

"You're fucking crazy! She's gorgeous!" 

The argument Kevin and I had been having throughout the entirety of the movie we had been watching was now reaching epic proportions as the alcohol we had been consuming was now starting to take effect. In fact, not one of the four people in the room that night was even paying attention to the television screen, as the evening had transformed from a simple 'movie night' to a beer filled discussion on women, sex and anything else we could think of. Our latest topic of interest was a debate on whether or not the lead actress in the movie was 'hot' or not, although I think our two girlfriends were significantly less interested in that particular discussion. 

"Whatever man," Kevin said with a dismissive wave of his hand and slumped back into the large armchair he was sitting in.  His girlfriend Melanie, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor in front of him, let out brief laugh as she shook her head. 

"I can't believe you guys," she said, leaning back against her boyfriend's legs. "I don't think you can agree on anything."

"Well," I sputtered, motioning to the screen. "Do you girls think she hot?"

My girlfriend, Carrie, wrinkled her cute little nose in contemplation before answering. 

"Well...." she began, leaning forward on the couch. "I think she looks kind of...trashy." 

"Thank you," I said with a contented smile, patting her on the knee. Mel?" Melanie stared at the screen for a moment before giving her answer. 

"I think.....,"she began slowly. "Thaaaaattttt," she continued. " I Need another beer." 

With that she hopped up from the floor and headed for the kitchen. "Does anyone else want one?" 

"I'd better not," Kevin answered, shaking his head. "I have to get up really early for work tomorrow." 

Melanie shot him a disappointed scowl then turned to Carrie. 

"No thanks," Carrie said, fighting off a yawn. "If I have one more, I'll probably pass out."

"Wow," Mel exclaimed. "You're such a lightweight!"

"I know, I know." 

"Damon?" she asked, finally turning to me. "You're not going to make me drink alone are you?"

I glanced over at my sleepy girlfriend, then back to Melanie as I pondered the decision. 

"I'm in," I stated, hopping up from my seat. "But I think I've had enough beer. 

"Ooooh," Mel answered, a look of excitement crossing her face. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, let's just see," I said, heading into the kitchen with Melanie. 

"I think you still have some vodka in the freezer," Carrie called to me from the living room. 

"Perfect," I said, making my way to the refrigerator. "If you can handle it." Mel laughed and hopped up on the counter. 

"Oh I can handle it!" she responded with a smile. "Although I am pretty buzzed already. It's been a while since I've drank."

I opened the freezer and pulled out the frosted bottle before holding it in the air triumphantly and presenting it to Melanie, who was reaching up behind her to retrieve a couple glasses from the cupboard. As she turned, I found myself staring at her body, unable to peel my eyes away. I had always found something enticing about Melanie, although I could never quite put my finger on it. She was attractive, but in a very non-conventional sense. She rarely wore anything other than a simple t-shirt, similar to the one she was currently wearing, and a pair of black, tight fitting yoga pants. Her hair was long and dark brown, always looking perfect although I had never seen her do anything to keep it that way. Her most distinguishing feature however, was her glasses. I had always found glasses on girls to be less than attractive on most cases, but there were a select few that could pull it off. Melanie was one of those select few. In fact her glasses not only looked good, but made her even more attractive. Needless to say, she had been the subject of numerous daytime fantasies that I could not easily dismiss. Something else I could not dismiss, however, was the feelings of guilt that accompanied those fantasies. Not only was she my girlfriend's best friend, but she was currently dating my friend Kevin. Those two simple facts made my fantasizing seem so wrong, but also so much more exciting. 

"Here you go," Melanie said, handing me two glasses. "What are we going to mix with it?"  "I was just going to mix mine with water," I said simply, accepting the glass and setting it on the counter. 

"Water?" she blurted out, a disappointed scowl on her face. "That sounds disgusting."

"Hey," I began, shrugging my shoulders. "Like I said...If you can't handle it..."

Melanie laughed and hopped down off the counter. 

"Okay," she said. "Bring it on."

I poured the vodka and filled the remainder with water before offering the glass to Melanie. She looked apprehensive as she took her first sip, but widened her eyes in surprise as she swallowed it down. 

"It's actually not bad," she exclaimed, taking another drink.

I poured some vodka into the other glass and walked back to the sink. 

"So," began, turning the tap on. "There's something I've been wanting to ask you."

"Yeah? What's that?"

"What's the deal with yoga pants?" I asked, turning my head as I filled the glass. "I mean...You wear them all the time, but I don't think you ever do yoga." 

Melanie laughed and tossed her head back. 

"They're soooo comfortable," she explained, before spinning around and arching her back in sexy pose. "Plus, they make my butt look really, really good!"

"Yeah, I've noticed that," I blurted out without thinking, instantly regretting what I had just said.

"Oooh, Damon!" she said flirtatiously, slapping me playfully across the shoulder. "You bad boy." 

With that, she laughed and turned to head back into the living room. I walked behind her unable to tear my eyes away from her ass as she walked. She was right. Those pants did make her but look good. Really good. The form-fitting material clung to her curvaceous cheeks emphasising every line on her perfectly, round ass. As I continued to study Melanie's body I made notice of how much she contrasted with my own girlfriend. Carrie was very small and petite, standing at not much more than five feet. She was the epitome of the 'cute little blonde girl' that I was so often attracted to. Melanie, on the other hand, was significantly taller, with a more ample body. Her breasts were significantly larger, and her entire form seemed softer and rounder. The two friends contrasted in personality as well, with Carrie playing the part of the cautious, responsible one and Mel possessing a very care-free and easy-going attitude. 

"We're baaaack," Mel shouted as she walked into the living room. "What did we miss?"

"Not much actually," Carrie answered, sounding irritated. "Kevin paused it." 

"You didn't have to do that," I said, walking in and sitting back down on the couch beside my girlfriend. "I don't think any of us were really paying attention to the movie anyways." 

"Yeah, I know," Kevin blurted out, sounding excited. "But I had to stop it here so you could see." 

I looked at the screen to see a paused image of the women we had previously been discussing, wearing a red bikini. 

"Now look at that!" Kevin stated emphatically. "You have to admit she's hot! Look at those fucking tits!"

I just shook my head and took another drink. 

Carrie laughed and grabbed the remote from Kevin, starting the movie again. 

"What's so funny?" Melanie asked, sitting back down on the floor. 

"Damon doesn't like boobs," she said with a giggle. 

A confused look crossed Mel's face as she turned towards me. 

"You don't like boobs? What kind of weirdo are you?"

"I like them, I like them," I explained, smiling at the sudden turn in the conversation. "I just don't think they're the most important feature on a woman." 

"Oh no?" Mel pressed on. "What is?" 

"Damon's an ass man!" Kevin blurted out before I could answer. 

Melanie cocked an eyebrow and cast me a surprised look. 

"Oh really?" 

"Really!" both Carrie and Kevin blurted out in unison, eliciting a giggle from everyone in the room. 

I shot my girlfriend a warning glare as I sensed where the conversation was about to go. 

"Didn't you know?" Kevin continued. "I thought everyone knew about it." "Know about what?" Mel asked again, her head turning back and forth from Kevin and I. 

"Alright!" I interjected. "Time for a change in subject." 

"No, no, wait," Mel said with growing curiosity. "I want to know. What's this big secret?" 

I dropped my head in my hands with ever increasing embarrassment.  "Well, it's not really a secret," Kevin stated bluntly. "Damon likes...."

"Hey!" I shouted, cutting off my friend's words. "I think that's enough. Let's get back to this movie." 

"No!" Mel said with a laugh, grabbing the remote and pausing the movie once again."Not until you tell me!"

I gave Kevin a warning glare, but he just smiled and shook his head. "Damon likes to do girls in the ass," he stated simply, causing everyone in the room to fall silent. 

I shook my head, hoping that my inebriated friend would not disclose any more of my personal information to his girlfriend. Mel just sat there for a moment, before turning to look at me. She cocked her head forward and raised her brow as if asking for confirmation. I just shrugged my shoulders and sat back on the couch. 

"Damon," she said, smiling widely. "I had no idea!" 

"And you!" she said with even greater surprise, turning to Carrie. "I really had no idea."

Carrie's eyes widened and her hands shot up in the air. 

"Oh no,no,no,no,no," she blurted, shaking her head and waving her hands in front of her. "Not with me! I would never do that! Not that he hasn't tried though." 

Again I dropped my head into my hands in an attempt to conceal my embarrassment. It was bad enough to have Kevin running his mouth, but now my girlfriend was publicizing the private details of our love life. Kevin was laughing harder now, and soon was pressing Carrie for more juicy information. 

"So why won't you try it?" Melanie asked with growing interest. 

Carrie shot me a quick glance before answering. 

"Lots of reasons," she answered cryptically. "But I will never, never, NEVER do it." 

The last 'never' had been directed at me, as Carrie locked eyes with me in a resolute stare. And she meant it. In fact, I had long since given up trying to convince her. I had long ago resigned to the fact that I would never be engaging in anal sex with my girlfriend. 

"Have you ever tried it?" Mel asked Kevin, suddenly switching the focus of the conversation from me and Carrie. 

"Fuck no!" he answered strongly. "I'm with Carrie on this one. Anal sex is just....wrong." 

He and my girlfriend shared a smile and touched their beer bottles together in a toast of agreement. Melanie looked over me as if studying my face. Her expression was not one of disgust or judgement, but more of interest and curiosity. I was beginning to wonder what Melanie's thoughts on the subject were, but before I could put her in the spotlight, she hopped up to her feet. 

"I have to use the bathroom, "she said, handing me her empty glass. "Feel free to make me another." 

As Carrie turned the movie back on, I got up and followed Mel out of the room. As she walked through the kitchen and into the hall, my gaze was once again fixed on her luscious ass, now fuelled by an alcohol-induced horniness. As my eyes remained on her enticing behind, she suddenly looked back over her shoulder. I quickly averted my stare, but it was too late. She had caught me. She flashed me a knowing smile and continued on her way. 

I fixed two more drinks, and was about to head back into the living room, when Melanie entered the kitchen once again. 

"H..here you go," I stammered, now feeling extremely awkward at having been caught checking out her ass. 

"Thanks," she said with a smile as she took the glass. If she had any of the same feeling of discomfort that I now had, she certainly didn't show it. 

"Oh, and by the way...." she began, taking a drink while looking at me over the edge of the glass. "I think it's hot." 

"W..what's hot?" I asked, still feeling awkward. 

Melanie smiled and turned to walk back into the living room. 

"You know, "she stated flatly as she walked away. 

I just stood there thinking about what she had said and watching her as she left the room. I then took a deep breath, drank half my drink and joined the others. 

About twenty minutes later the movie ended, although none of us really cared. 

"What a bad movie," Mel exclaimed, finishing off the last of her vodka. "Next time me and Carrie get to pick." 

Kevin yawned and stood up, stretching his arms out over his head. "Well, I should go," he said, picking up his jacket. "Work is going to be hell tomorrow. "

"Awww, poor baby," Melanie said, making an exaggerated pouty expression. Are we still on for dinner tomorrow night?" 

"Sure," he responded, pulling his arms through the sleeves of his coat. "Are you going to sleep at my place tonight?" 

"Nahhh," she answered, shaking her head. "You need to get up early. I'm still wired, so I won't be able to sleep for hours."

Kevin nodded in agreement. He then kissed his girlfriend, said goodbye and left leaving the three of us sitting in the living room. We talked for a while but soon Carrie was starting to show overt signs of sleepiness and we decided to call it a night. 

"Oh no!" Carrie said, dropping her face into her hand. "I left my backpack at your apartment! I need those books for class tomorrow!"

"Well, we can go to my place and sleep there," I suggested. 

"But I'm soooo tired," she returned, her shoulder slumping down with exaggerated fatigue. "I really don't want to walk all that way." 

"Well then just go to bed," I said. "I can go get it. I'm not tired at all."

"Are you sure?" she asked with concern. 

"Yeah, no problem. I think I need to walk off the effects of that vodka anyways." 

"Thank you!" Carrie squealed, throwing her arms around me with affection. "And that's good," she continued, releasing me from her embrace. "Because Mel shouldn't be walking home alone anyways." 

"Oh Carrie," Melanie scoffed with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You worry too much." 

I couldn't agree more, although I would never tell her to her face. Carrie had a tendency to worry a lot, and Mel and I often joked about it. In all reality though, it probably wouldn't be the best idea in the world to have a young, attractive, intoxicated woman walking home in the middle of the night. And since Melanie and I lived in the same neighbourhood, it just made sense for us to walk together. 

"Don't be long," Carrie said as we stepped out the door. "I'll try to stay up and wait for you."

"Nah, don't worry about it," I returned. "Just get some sleep. I'll try not to wake you when I get back."

She said goodbye one last time before closing the door leaving Mel and I standing in the driveway. 

"How's that vodka treating you now?" I asked, as we started walking. 

"I have to admit," Melanie said with a smile. "I'm prrrreeetttyyyyy drunk." 

"Yeah, me too," I laughed. "Way too drunk for a Thursday night anyways. It's probably a good thing I didn't bring the absinthe over." 

"You have absinthe?" Mel shouted with excitation. "I've always wanted to try that!"

I nodded. 

"Let's do a shot!"

"What?" I asked, with a puzzled expression. "Tonight?"

"Sure. Why not? One more drink won't hurt."

I pondered for a moment before answering. 

"Sure. I guess we can do one." 

Mel looked as excited as a kid on Christmas morning, and I began to wonder if she had already had enough to drink. As we kept walking, I was finding it difficult to keep up with Melanie's pace.

"Jesus, slow down!" I called as I found myself lagging behind her. "Why the hell do you walk so fast?"

Mel spun around and began walking backwards with her arms crossed in front of her chest. 

"What's the matter?" she asked in a phony baby voice. "Can't you keep up?" 

I ignored her teasing comment and took a few quick steps to catch up. "I guess I shouldn't walk in front of you anyways," she commented, smiling. "I wouldn't want you checking me out again. Since you're all about ass!"

"I'm not ALL about ass," I muttered, shaking my head. "And I was not checking you out."

"Oh come on!" she said with determination. "Just admit it. You were checking out my ass." 

"Okay fine," I blurted out in resignation. "I was checking out your ass." Mel smiled, a look of smug satisfaction across her face as we continued on our journey, neither saying a word. 

"So...." Melanie said, finally breaking the silence. "What do you think?" "About what?" I responded quizzically. 

"My ass," she reiterated. "What do you think?" 

I suddenly felt very uncomfortable, as Mel put me on the spot with her awkward question. 

"I don't know," I muttered, looking down in slight embarrassment. 

"Come on!" she said, coming to a dead stop. "Since you're such an ass connoisseur. Tell me." 

Melanie then turned around and arched her back, thrusting her ass out provocatively. I just laughed and continued on my way. 

"Hey," she shouted after me. "You're really not going to tell me?" 

"Nope." 

"You suck!" she stated flatly. 

Mel soon caught up to me, but didn't press the issue any further. The rest of the trip we remained silent, although I did catch her glancing over at me a few times. Five minutes later we reached my apartment building.

"Do you still want that shot?" I asked, fumbling with my keys. 

"You're damn right I do," she answered convincingly. 

I opened the door and Melanie rushed inside making for the stairs in front of me. As we ascended, I found myself again staring right into Mel's perfectly round ass, the tightness of her pants clinging to every curve. I wondered if she was trying to tease me on purpose by walking up the stairs in front of me. By the time we got to my apartment, my dick was rock-hard, straining against the inside of my pants. I put the key in the lock and opened the door, letting Mel inside as I subtly adjusted my package to decrease the discomfort I was beginning to feel. 

"Wow, your place is small," she exclaimed as she stepped in and took a look around. 

"Yeah," I agreed. "It's a bachelor suite. I don't really need a bigger place. And I don't really want roommates." 

Mel nodded and walked over to my computer desk and sat down. "I guess this does the job." 

"Uh huh," I responded only half-listening to what she was saying as I began to search through my cupboards for the bottle of absinthe. After a few minutes of futile searching, I finally found it situated at the back of one of the lowest cupboards.

"Here is it," I said, climbing up from my hands and knees. 

"Hey," Mel called from the other side of the room. "Do you have any porn on here?"

I turned to see her on my computer, clicking through the various icons on my desktop. 

"Hey get off there!" I scolded, rushing over with the bottle in my hand.  But it was too late. 

"Here we go," Melanie said as her face lit up with excitement. 

I reached over and tried to shut the computer off, but Mel rebuffed my attempts, pushing my hands away laughing. 

"Just let me see!" she said, giggling as she opened the folder that contained my favourite porn movies. "Oh wow! You have a lot. Let's see....Anal Cavity Search, Asshunt, Fuck Slaves?" she spouted off the various titles. 

"Come on," I pleaded. "Get off there."

"Just go pour the drinks," she suggested, pushing me away, her face now glued to the computer screen. 

I accepted her request and headed back over to the kitchen area as Mel continued to peruse my porn collection. I retrieved two shot glasses and headed back over to the desk, setting both down as I started to open the bottle of absinthe. Melanie had a vacant, occupied look on her face as she stared, unfaltering, at the computer screen which was now displaying an image of a woman on her hands and knees getting fucked in the ass. 




Dirty Little Secret



"Having fun?" I asked with a smile as I poured the green liquid into the shot glasses. 

"What's it like?" Mel asked, her eyes remaining on the scene in front of her.

"What's that?" I asked, not completely understanding her question. 

"That." She responded pointing to the computer screen. "What's that like?" I laughed as I set the bottle back down. 

"Well that depends on who you ask," I answered. 

"How many girls have you done it with?"

"I don't know....A few I guess." 

"And they liked it?" 

"Yeah, they did....Hey what's with all the questions?"

"I don't know," Mel said, shrugging her shoulders. It's just that...I've always been kind of interested in trying it." 

"Really?" I asked with widening eyes. "Well then why haven't you?"

Mel's self confident demeanour suddenly faded away, as she looked away bashfully. 

"It's hard for girls to...bring that up. If the guy's not into it, he might think you're a slut or something."

I nodded with understanding. 

"Why don't you ask Kevin to try it?"

"Are you kidding," she countered firmly. "You heard him! He'd never do it." 

"I guess we're in the same boat then," I said with a smile. "Because Carrie definitely would never do it!"

Melanie nodded in agreement, as she looked back to the computer screen. 

"Maybe you and I should have dated instead," she muttered nonchalantly. 

"Yeah," I said with a forced laugh. "Here."

I handed Melanie the shot glass, which she accepted finally drawing her attention away from the movie. She studied the green liquid with an expression of wonder before holding aloft. 

"Here's to sexually unadventurous partners," she said sarcastically. 

I smiled and touch my glass to hers before we both downed the strong liquid. 

"Mmm," Mel exclaimed, licking her lips. "That's not bad." 

I nodded in agreement as I set my glass down. 

"Oh and by the way..." I began, the alcohol beginning to lower my inhibitions. "It's very nice."

Melanie shot me a puzzled look as she too set her glass down on the desk. 

"Your ass," I explained, referencing her previous question. "It's very, very nice."

"Oh yeah?" she said with a slightly bashful smile. "You don't think it's too big?" 

As she asked her question, Mel leaned over slightly in her seat allowing me to view more of her tightly clad posterior. I shook my head as my eyes shot down to take in the appealing sight. 

"Not at all," I reiterated, my mouth suddenly feeling very dry. "It's perfect."

"Aww, thanks," she replied with a coy giggle, before looking up into my eyes. 

"So you have checked out my ass before then huh?" 

I nodded in affirmation, now seeing now need to hide the truth. 

"So..." she began cautiously as she rose from her seat, leaning over the desk seductively. "Have..you ever thought about...fucking my ass?"

I swallowed hard as my fingers fidgeted nervously. 

"Maybe," I stammered ambiguously. 

"I'll take that as a 'yes'," Mel giggled, as she reached for the bottle of absinthe. "Let's do one more shot." 

"Are you sure?" I asked, furrowing my brow with concern. "I think we're already pretty drunk." 

"Then one more won't hurt," she countered, flashing me a sexy smile. I reluctantly agreed and motioned for Mel to fill the glasses once again. It wasn't the alcohol I was worried about, but rather the increasing state of arousal that I was beginning to experience. Her flirtatious words combined with our ass-centered conversation were having an unmistakable effect on my mood. Whatever concern I felt however, was no match for the combined forces of Melanie and absinthe that seemed to be conspiring to torture me all night long. 

"So..." Melanie said after imbibing her second shot of green liquid. "When you fuck a girl in the ass...how do you like to do it?"

I almost choked on my drink when I heard the bluntness of Melanie's question. After composing myself, I managed a forced laugh as I made my over the bed, sitting down to settle my spinning head. 

"Well?" Mel pressed, urging me to answer.

"Well, I've really only done it one way," I replied, starting to feel more comfortable with Mel's grilling questions.

"How's that?" she countered quickly, her big brown eyes blazing with interest.

"From behind," I answered plainly, as I rested back on my elbows. Melanie smiled and nodded. 

"Yeah," she said in contemplation. "I think that's how I would want to do it." My eyes widened and I felt my dick twitch from within my pants. I wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the conversation, but my body felt as if it was tingling all over. 

"Oh really?" I scoffed. "You've thought about that a lot have you?"

"I told you I've been interested in doing it!" she said with a broad smile, her face beaming with enthusiasm. "I think it's hot. And.....so....dirty." I nodded in agreement. 

"And you would want it from behind?" I asked, delving deeper into Mel's sexual psyche. 

"Yeah, I think so..." she answered slowly as if in a state of contemplation. "Although, you know what else might be hot?" 

"What?" I asked, growing more curious and more aroused by the minute. 

"Like..kind of..." she stammered as she struggled to find the words. "Here. Let me show you."

With that, she hopped up onto the bed beside me, laying on her back. She then took a hold of each of her ankles and proceeded to pull her legs up to her head, spreading her thighs wide in an amazing show of flexibility. I found myself staring between her legs into her smiling face, trying in vain on to focus on the outline of Mel's pussy which was completely visible due to the tightness of the stretched fabric. 

"See. Like this," she explained as she continued to hold the erotic position. 

"I see," a said with a nod, once again feeling very uncomfortable. "You're pretty flexible. Kevin must have a lot of fun with you."

Melanie's smile turned to a look of disappointment as she let go of her legs, letting them fall to bed. 

"Yeah right!" she scoffed sarcastically, as she pulled herself up to a cross-legged sitting position. "Are you kidding me? Kevin's not into anything like that! He's a straight-up missionary position kind of guy."

"Yeah," I muttered in complete understanding. "Carrie's the same way. She doesn't even like doggy-style." 

"Really?" Mel blurted out, her voice void of any noticeable sarcasm. "That sucks. I love getting fucked from behind!"

I smiled once again at the explicit nature of Melanie's statement. 

"Oh yeah?" I managed to stammer, unsure of what to say. 

"Absolutely! I love it when a guy just bends me over and fucks me hard from behind, pulling my hair and slapping my ass. Mmmmm."

I could feel my dick throbbing as it pulsed with blood. I shifted to a more comfortable position as I continued to talk. 

"So.....What else do you like?" I asked, growing even more interested in what Mel was willing to tell me in her intoxicated state.

"I'm not sure," she responded, biting her lip in contemplation. "I haven't really done much. All my boyfriends have been pretty boring in bed."

"But you would do anal if you had the chance?" 

"Yes!" she blurted out, before composing herself and staring at me through narrowed, suspicious eyes.

"Why Damon?" she asked slyly. "Are you offering?" 

"W...what? No! Of course not!" I stammered with false conviction. "I..I was just asking."

"It's okay!" Mel said with a laugh as she placed her hand on my leg. "I was just kidding."

Her touch sent a pleasurable shiver through my body. I just shook my head smiling as I tried to think of something to say. What followed was 90 seconds of tension filled silence, filled only with the faint sounds of sex emanating from my computer. Finally Melanie spoke.

"You know...We should do it."

I just stared for a few seconds, confused, as I tried to process what she had just suggested. I studied her face to look for any sign of jest, but found only committed seriousness. 

"W..What do you mean?" I asked, my heart beat racing. 

"Damon," Mel said sternly, cocking her head and raising an eyebrow. "You know what I mean."

"So......."  

Mel nodded.

"You're suggesting that we....."

Again she nodded. 

"Why not?" she reiterated, shrugging her shoulders. "Our significant others obviously can't meet our needs. So we might as well do it together?"

I was dumbfounded. Although Melanie had been quite flirtatious throughout the night, I never would have expected this!

"What about Carrie?" I blurted out. "And Kevin! You don't think they might mind?"

"Well, they don't have to know!" Mel said convincingly, running her hand down my leg. 

My mind at that moment was a confused jumble of thoughts as I tried to sort out the consequences of what might happen. A girl that I had fantasized about countless nights was offering herself to me. It was a dream come true! However, complicating things was the fact that that particular girl was my friend's girlfriend. And no less important, she was my girlfriend's friend! It all seemed so wrong, but yet....so appealing.

"Come on Damon", Melanie purred provocatively, laying down beside me and putting her lips to my ear. "Are you telling me that you don't want to bend me over right now and slide your big hard cock into my tight little ass?" 

I swallowed hard, trying to restrain myself as I felt Melanie's warm breath in my ear. 

"I bet..." she continued, her voice growing even more seductive. "That your dick is hard from just thinking about it. Am I right?" 

I was trembling with desire as I felt her hand sliding up my leg to confirm her statement. 

"Ahhhhh," I groaned, throwing my hands over my face. "Why are you torturing me like this?"

"Because..." she said with a giggle, grazing her hand along the crotch of my pants. "You got me all turned on with your talk about ass-fucking....So now I think it's time you showed me." 

Still I hesitated. 

"Come on..." she purred. "You can do me any way you want. 

Just...say...yes."

"Yes!" I blurted out with exasperation, knowing that there was going to be no going back. Whatever guilt I felt had been severely overwhelmed by Melanie's seduction and the enticing prospect of deflowering her virgin ass. 

"Good," she squeaked with excitement, kissing me on the cheek as if I was 'just a friend' and not the guy about to take her anal virginity. 

Mel sat up on her knees and stared down at me, her eyes lit up with excitement. 

"How do you want me?" she asked, her voice bursting with remarkable enthusiasm. 

I thought about it for a moment before answering. 

"On your hands and knees." 

Mel smiled with approval before spinning around and dropping to all fours, displaying her perfectly round ass provocatively. She even arched her back to accentuate the enticing effect, staring back over her shoulder at me with her sexy dark eyes. I took a deep breath and leaned over to open the drawer in my night table, rummaging around to find the lubricant I had stashed there. 

"I haven't used this in a while," I muttered, pulling the small bottle from the back of the drawer and inspecting it for an expiration date. I then found a condom which I placed on the bed in preparation.  I tossed the bottle on the bed and unzipped my pants as Melanie's gorgeous ass swayed back and forth before me. 

"Okay," said, rising to my knees and inching my way behind her. "We should make this quick. "Carrie is expecting me back soon."

"Not too quick," Mel replied with a giggle as she rose back up to her knees and looked back over her shoulder at me. "Remember...it's my first time."

My dick was throbbing with anticipation as I watched my friend's girl begin to peel off her tight fitting pants. I responded in kind by taking off my shirt and jeans, stopping midway when I became distracted with the site of Mel's tiny black g-string coming in to view. 

"Mmmm, nice," I muttered quietly as I stared at the thin line of black fabric disappearing between Mel's luscious, round cheeks. 

She giggled again as she rolled over to kick her pants to the side before resuming her previous position on her hands and knees. I swallowed hard as I removed my underwear, allowing my throbbing cock to spring free. 

"This is so wrong," I muttered to myself as I rolled the condom onto my dick, my hands trembling with nervous anticipation. 

I inched forward on my knees, coming up behind Melanie's eager, willing body. 

"Do you want to do it normally first?" I asked, staring down at her delectable backside.

"Nah," she responded nonchalantly. "I just really want it in my ass!" 

I was a little surprised but in no position to argue as I reached forward, sliding my fingers under the waist band of her tiny undergarment. It then seemed as if time had stopped completely as I began to pull the underwear down over her ass. Her cheeks seemed to be squeezing the tiny strip of smooth black fabric, releasing it only reluctantly as inch by tantalizing inch, I exposed my eventual prize. Soon I was staring down at Melanie's tiny pink star as I flipped the cap open on the bottle of lube. Placing one hand gently on her ass cheek, I gingerly pulled it to the side as I dribbled some of the slippery liquid down onto her exposed hole.

"Ooooh," she squeaked at the feeling of the cold lubricant, as her asshole clenched reflexively. "That's cold." 

"Sorry," I said softly, before placing my thumb at the base of her butt hole and running it upwards, spreading the lubricant over her twitching, pink star. 

"Mmmmm," Mel purred as I moved my thumb in small, circles gradually adding more pressure. "You have no idea how long I've waited for this." Pressing down, I gently forced the tip of my digit into her clenching hole, feeling her tight little muscles squeezing my invading thumb. I pushed in up to the knuckle before slowly retracting, lubricating the inside of her asshole in preparation. 

"God that feels good," Melanie exclaimed as I replaced my thumb with my middle finger, allowing me to go even deeper into her eager orifice. 

I started sliding in and out, her tight little asshole hugging my finger as it moved inside her. She let out a gentle sigh of enjoyment as I added more lube to the area, dribbling the clear liquid down around my half-buried finger. 

"Mmmm," she cooed, extending her head back with pleasure. "I hope your dick feels as good as your finger." 

I smiled to myself as I squirted some lubricant along the length of my erect cock. Tossing the bottle on the bed, I then stroked my shaft, covering it completely with lube as my finger wiggled its way deeper in Melanie's eager asshole. My dick was pulsing with excitement, throbbing with anticipation as I inched closer, slowly withdrawing my finger. As I slipped free, Mel's tiny hole closed up tight once again. I then slid my slick cock between her plump cheeks, up and down over her glossy, wet star before coming to rest at the entrance to her inviting little orifice. Mel closed her eyes and bit her lip in anticipation, resting the side of her face on the bed. At that moment all thoughts of Kevin and Carrie had disappeared from my mind. All I could focus on was Melanie's perfect ass, begging to be filled.

"Do it Damon," she gasped as her hands clutched the bed sheets. "Put you dick in my ass."

I pushed forward, the head of my dick meeting slight resistance before slowly sliding through Mel's muscular opening. I high-pitched moan escaped her lips as her tight little asshole began to swallow my shaft inch by agonizing inch. 

"Are you okay?" I asked when my dick was halfway inside the confines of her stretched little hole. 

"Y..yessss," she stammered, her eyes remaining firmly closed. I began to move my hips in short, undulation motions, moving my cock back and forth in her ass, sliding slightly deeper with every push. Melanie reached between her legs and started rubbing herself as my pace increased. 

"Oh God, I've waiting so long for this!" she gasped, pushing her ass back on my dick. 

"How does it feel?" I asked, my hands firmly gripping her supple cheeks. 

"Soooo, fucking good!" she exclaimed, looking back over her shoulder at me. "And it feels sooo fucking dirty!"

I tossed her a sly, contented grin before turning my attention back to her ass. Deeper and deeper I slid, until soon my balls were pressed firmly against her pussy, my shaft completely enveloped by her tightly gripping hole. I pulled her hips back into me, trying to get as much of my dick inside her as possible, revelling in the indescribable feeling of having her taut asshole pulsing around my invading member. 

"Do it Damon," she urged. "Fuck my ass and make me cum." 

Again I began with small, rhythmical movements, withdrawing a little more each time until my cock was sliding freely in and out with long, steady strokes.  Over and over, I withdrew before plunging back deep inside her accepting ass as she clutched the bed sheets and moaned with ever increasing intensity. Her hand was still working frantically between her legs as she approached her first anal climax. As much as I was enjoying myself, I was more focused on Melanie's pleasure. At that moment I wanted nothing more than to make her cum with my dick in her ass.

"Come on," I muttered between laboured breaths. "Cum for me. "Cum with my cock in your ass."

My words apparently set Mel off, because she immediately buried her face in the bed, stifling her squeals of erotic pleasure as her body was wracked with the most intense orgasm I have ever witnessed. Pushing back against me, her ass swallowed the entire length of my shaft as her wet pussy slapped against my balls and remained firmly pressed against them. Her asshole clenched, gripping my cock around the base with long, forceful contractions as her orgasm slowly subsided. 

"Oh my fucking god!" she gasped, raising her head from the bed. "That was intense. I've never had one like that before. 

I smiled with contented satisfaction as I felt Melanie's asshole relax once more, and I began to slide my dick back out of her tight confines. 

"Are you okay?" I asked. "Do you want me to take it out now?" "Fuck no! Are you kidding? Keep going!"

"Okay, "I replied, picking up the pace once again. "But I might not be able to last very much longer." 

"Oh yeah?" she said, glancing back over her shoulder. "Are you going to cum soon?" 

I nodded as my hips swivelled forward, sinking my dick back into her accepting hole. Mel closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she revelled in the feeling of complete fullness before slowly opening them once again and speaking. 

"Take it off," she said, arching her back once more. 

"What?" I replied, stopping for moment in slight confusion.

"The condom," Mel clarified. "Take it off. I want to feel you cum in my ass."

I was astounded at her dirty request, but I was even more aroused by her words. In fact, I would have cum right there if I had not taken care to cease all motion. Without a word, I slowly unsheathed my dick from Melanie's asshole, watching as her tight, puckered star closed up once again. Mel adjusted her position as I slid the tight rubber ring down my throbbing shaft and tossed it on the floor. I could feel my cock pulsing in my hand as I added more lube to my unprotected shaft while lustfully eyeing Mel's newly ravaged asshole. Then without even being asked, she reached back with both hands and lewdly spread her cheeks wide, inviting me back into her hungry hole. I shuffled forward and pressed my slick cock against her tiny opening, slipping back past her tight muscular ring as she sighed with enjoyment. As her butt clenched around my cock head, she pushed her hips backwards into mine, sliding her beautiful ass down my naked shaft. 

"Fuck, you have no idea how good your ass feels," I exclaimed, overcome by lust. 

Melanie giggled as she wiggled her ass, inching it further down my cock. "And you have no idea how good your dick feels in my ass," she returned with a quick glance back over her shoulder. 




Dirty Little Secret



Mel's ass felt even better, now that the condom had been removed and I knew I would not be able to last much longer. I therefore, fucked her asshole with slow, deliberate thrusts intending to prolong the pleasure as long as possible. Every time I felt an orgasm approaching I would slow down or stop completely. 

"Damn this looks hot," I muttered to myself, splaying Melanie's butt cheeks wide apart to view my shimmering cock buried halfway in her asshole. 

"Mmmm," I bet it does," she moaned. "I wish I could see it." 

I kept her cheeks spread wide, increasing the visual stimulus as I started sliding my dick in and out again. 

"Wait," she blurted out suddenly, causing me to cease my thrusting. "I have an idea."

Mel then reached over and rummaged through her clothes, finally producing her cell phone. 

"Here," she said nonchalantly, passing the phone back to me. "Take a picture." 

I was continuing to be amazed by Mel's antics, as I accepted the phone with a smile. I then flipped it open and set it to camera mode as she once again reached back to pull her ass cheeks wide. I pointed the phone down at her ass, zeroing in on a close-up image of her tight little hole hugging my cock and pressed the button. 

"Give it here," Melanie ordered enthusiastically once the filthy picture had been captured. "I want to see it." 

I inspected the image on the screen with satisfaction before handing the phone back to her. 

"Wow," she gasped, setting the phone down on the bed. "That's so fucking hot!" 

Viewing the image of my dick in her ass apparently turned her on even more as her hand quickly returned to its previous position between her legs. As her fingers went to work again, her eyes remained fixed on the phone beside her. I began to pick up the pace once again as well, encouraged by Mel's undeniable enjoyment. Again and again, I my dick sank into her tight little butthole, my hips slapping against Mel's luscious ass with each thrust. 

"Uh! Uh! Uh, she moaned every time my cock slammed back into her newly de-virginized hole. 

As I repeatedly fucked Melanie's ass, the force of my thrusting slowly increased, driving her hips down into the bed. I straightened my legs out behind me, all my weight now driving my cock deep into her tight hole. With each thrust, Mel's hips descended farther until she was pressed flat against the bed, her arm trapped under her body as she continued rubbing her pussy. Our bodies, now moist with sweat, were pressed together, my chest lying atop her back as my cock remained buried balls deep in her ass. I switched from a thrusting motion to a slow gyration, grinding my hips into Melanie's smooth, shapely butt as my dick pulsed inside her. My face was now close to hers, my breath on her ear as I groaned with pleasure. 

"You want my cum in your ass?" I whispered into her ear as I felt my approaching climax. 

"Yes!" she gasped as I started picking up the pace once again. With a final groan, I clenched my teeth as the intense feeling coursed through my shuddering body. My hips drove down hard into Melanie's ass as my swollen cock pulsed, spilling a copious load of hot cum into her ravaged hole. 

"Oooooh", Mel moaned softly as she felt the warm liquid filling her insides. 

Her eyes closed and a smile crossed her face as she wiggled her ass in pleasurable contentment. I took a deep breath and gripped Mel's hips firmly for a moment before slowly extracting my dick from her cum soaked asshole. As my softening cock slipped free with a lewd slurping sound, it allowed a small rivulet of semen to escape, dribbling out and dripping down onto her swollen pussy lips. Melanie let out a playful giggle as she rolled over smiling with satisfaction reaching back to massage her newly fucked ass. 

"So..." I asked, exhaling slowly. "How was it?" 

"Soooo, good!" she exclaimed, her face glowing with contentment. "Better than I expected actually. It didn't even hurt that much." 

"Well, that's good," I said, wiping a small bead of sweat from my brow. "I'm glad I could be of service." 

"Mmmm, hmmmm," she responded, rising up to her knees. "Thank you." 

I then found myself staring into Melanie's irresistible big brown eyes as she stared intensely into mine. I was about to say something when she leaned in and kissed me. My first reaction was to pull away, but the feeling of her soft lips pressed against mine was too much to handle as I closed my eyes and opened my mouth, our lips melting together. As I felt her warm tongue sliding into my mouth, she reached down and wrapped her hand around my limp shaft. Feeling a little self conscious about my less than turgid member, I instinctively moved to push her hand away. 

"Hehe," she giggled with a cute smile as I continued to rebuff her playful advances. 

"Well..." I said finally, reaching for my underwear. "We should get going." 

As I spoke those words, Mel's lips curled downward into a pouty frown. "Noooo," she whined. "I want to do it again." 

I looked over in disbelief. 

"We shouldn't," I replied after pondering for a moment. "We've already taken quite a while. I don't want Carrie to get suspicious." 

"Well, let's hurry then!"

I shook my head, laughing at Melanie's increasing persistence. 

"Oh come on," she continued, her voice softening into a seductive tone as she crawled over and whispered into my ear. "Didn't my tight little ass feel good?"

As I felt her warm breath on my skin, I could sense a tingle of renewed excitement in my dick. But still I hesitated. 

"Let's go," Mel coaxed as she turned around and presented her ass to me on all fours. "I know you want it again..." 

I glanced over at the enticing site as she arched her back wiggled her ass from side to side in an attempt to seduce me back into another session. Her actions would have been comical if not for the fact that it looked so damn hot. As I gazed at the beautiful site my heartbeat quickened and my cock twitched with life. Between Melanie's luscious fleshy cheeks, her tiny hole beckoned me to enter its depths once again. 

"Come on Damon...," she cooed, reaching back to spread her cheeks apart, shamelessly exposing her recently fucked asshole to my hungry eyes. "Your big, hard cock felt soooo good in my tight little ass."

I could feel my dick slowly filling with blood as my eyes remained fixed on Mel's lewd pose. Her tiny pink asshole was glistening with a mixture of cum, sweat and pussy juices. I knew I could no longer resist, but I was holding back purposely because Melanie's performance was so enjoyable. "Mmmm, "she moaned softly as she reached back and ran a slender finger around the rim of her tiny hole. 

I inched closer. 

Melanie began rubbing her fingertip up and down over her ass before slowly and deliberately pushing it inside.  She gasped and tossed her head back, pretending as if my eyes weren't transfixed on her every motion. Gently, her slender finger disappeared, sliding deeper into her asshole as I watched with growing desire. As her finger reached the knuckle, Mel bit her bottom lip and cast me a sexy stare over her shoulder. Her eyes caught sight of my renewed hard on and beamed with satisfaction. She knew she had convinced me. 

As slowly as she had penetrated her ass, she began to withdraw her finger. I moved even closer, staring in lustful wonder as her digit reappeared, now shimmering wet with the fluid I had deposited there moments before. She let out a subtle giggle as she slid in and out, taunting me with seductive display of her tight little butthole hugging her slender finger. It was quite possibly the hottest thing I had ever seen. Unable to control myself any longer, I lunged forward and took hold of Melanie's wrist, pulling her finger from the tight confines of her ass and replacing it with my tongue. Melanie gasped with surprise and her body tensed as I stabbed her tiny pink star with my tongue, thrusting it against her tightly closed opening. My hands splayed her fleshy cheeks wide as I planted a deep kiss on her butthole, while tonguing her ass with lewd enthusiasm. 

"OH MY GOD," Mel exclaimed, gasping with pleasure. 

As my tongue wiggled its way inside her clenching hole, Melanie reached back and slid two fingers into her dripping wet pussy. Her moans of pleasure encouraged me, and continued my oral assault, licking, sucking and probing her tender asshole. I was almost lost in the moment before I realized I needed to have my cock inside her once again. 

"I knew I could convince you," Mel giggled as I rose into position behind her. 

"Uh huh," I agreed dryly, spreading lubricant up and down my shaft. "Well, you asked for it. And don't expect me to be so gentle this time." 

"Mmmm," she responded, arching her back and wiggling her ass. "No problem."

I placed the head of my cock against her freshly licked asshole and easily forced it inside. With the lube coating my cock and the copious amount of sperm in her ass, it slid in easily. 

"Ohhhh, yesssssss," Mel sighed as her tight asshole swallowed my entire length for the second time that night. 

This time I wasted no time in increasing the pace. Within a few minutes I was sliding in and out with ease as her butthole hugged my invading shaft through every inch.  Each time I bottomed out in her ass, my balls would slap sharply against her moist pussy lips, eliciting a sexy sigh from Melanie's gasping mouth.  

"Harder!" she commanded in a low, throaty growl as she pushed her ass back onto my cock swallowing it up to the hilt. "Fuck my ass hard and make me cum!"

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. I had thought I had been fucking her hard! 

"Okay...," I muttered in a cautioning manor as I took a firm hold of her firm but supple thighs, drawing my dick out almost all the way. SLAP! 

The sound of my hips slapping hard into Mel's sweat glistening ass reverberated throughout the bedroom as I plunged deep and hard into her insatiable little hole. 

"Yesss," she moaned through gritting teeth. "That's better."

SLAP!

Again I slammed down, driving my cock inside her. And again. And again. I continued the frantic pace until I felt her body begin to shudder and tense. 

"Oh fuck yessssss!" Melanie squealed as her body was wracked with another orgasm, causing her tight little asshole to once again spasm around my invading cock. The feeling was unbelievable. I was far from ready to cum again however, so I decided to switch things up. Slowly, as her climax subsided, I withdrew my throbbing dick from the tight confines of her ass.

"Roll over," I said simply, more a command than a request. 

Mel glanced back at me for a moment before a broad smile spread across her face. Enthusiastically, she flipped over onto her back, pulling her legs back to her shoulders. 

"This is how you wanted to try it?" I confirmed, inching closer to her. 

"Uh huh," she said, nodding with the excitement of a small child on Christmas morning. 

I couldn't help but smile as I placed the head of my cock against her pink little rosebud for the third time that night. As enticing as that sight was, I found my eyes drawn to Melanie's lustful, smiling face gazing up at me from her back. Her big brown eyes slowly closed in anticipation as I pressed forward, working my dick back into her hungry asshole. I glanced down to see her puckered hole stretching open around my cock which slid in even easier than before. 

"Mmmm," she moaned, spreading her legs wide. "How does that feel?" 

"So fucking good!" I gasped in response, my dick gliding deeper with each stroke. 

"Good. You have no idea how long I've wanted this!"

"Oh, I think I have an idea," I answered with a quick smirk before diverting my gaze back to my dick in her ass. 

"Oh yeah?" Melanie said with smile, before gasping due to a particularly deep stroke. "You've thought about fucking my ass before?" 

"Maybe...," I answered cryptically, my current state of arousal now firmly in control of my better judgement.

"Tell me," she ordered, as she pulled her knees to her chest lifting her hips off the bed. "Tell me as you fuck my ass."

Melanie's new position allowed me to completely bury my dick in her ass, which I did as a firm forceful stroke brought my balls slapping against her ass. Mel closed her eyes and moaned at the feeling of having her butthole completely filled. A moment later she opened her eyes and stared up at me with a renewed look of sexual intensity. 

"Tell me!" she reiterated, more forcefully. "I want to hear your dirty fantasies." 

"Okay," I conceded, slowing my thrusting slightly. "Every time I see you wearing those tight pants..."

"Uh huh?" Mel prompted, her eyes fixed intently on mine. 

"I just want to peel them down your legs, bend you over and stick my dick in your ass."

"Mmmm," she moaned, closing her eyes once again. "What else?" 

"I think about lying down on my back and having you sit on my face." 

"Ooooh, Damon," she cooed. "You're dirty". 

I smiled in response as I continued to fuck Melanie's tight little asshole. 

"Are you going to cum in my ass again?" she asked between laboured breaths. 

"Do you want me to cum in your ass again?" 

Mel bit her bottom lip and nodded in a coy, hesitant manor. 

"Say it," I stated, continuing sliding my dick in and out with short quick strokes. 

"Mmmmm," she purred. "I want you to cum in my ass." 

I increased the speed, working hard to comply with Mel's kinky request. 

"I want it sooo bad," she continued. "I want you to fill my tight little asshole with cum." 

Her words were pushing me over the edge. 

"Uh, uh, uh," she moaned with every thrust as the bed shifted and squeaked beneath us. "God Damon, you cock feels sooo good in my ass! Do it! Fill me up! Fill my butthole with your cum!"

Just then, every muscle in my body contracted as my dick pulsed, shooting another stream of cum deep into Mel's ass. 

"Mmmmmm," Mel purred, laying her head back and closing her eyes with pleasure as she felt shot after shot of warm, sticky cum splashing against the inside of her asshole. 

As my orgasm subsided I leaned back, pulling my slippery, wet cock from her ravaged hole. As it slipped free, a large amount of white fluid followed, pouring out of Mel's butt and dripping down onto my sheets. 

"Wow," I exclaimed, falling back to the bed in a tired, sweaty heap. "That was intense."

"Uh huh," Melanie agreed, stretching her legs back out and rolling over onto her stomach. 

As I regained my composure I noticed her staring at me with a sly, mischievous look in her eyes as she rested her chin in her hands. 

"What?" I asked, shifting uncomfortably. 

"I want to do it again." 

I laughed at Mel's response, shaking my head in disbelief. 

"You're insatiable!" I chuckled." I can't believe you."

"Come on," she coaxed, running her fingers up my bare leg. "Just one more time." 

"No way!" I blurted out with a smile. "Carrie is really going to wonder where I am." 

"Oh come on...." she continued. "One more time won't hurt."

I was in awe of Melanie's ravenous sexual desire. However, my post-orgasm tiredness was taking over and my libido had dropped to almost zero. 

"Pleeeeeease," she begged, smiling up at me. "I'll let you do anything you want..." 

One of my eyes slowly opened at hearing Mel's new proposition. 

"Anything?" 

"Anything!" she reiterated, her face beaming with sexual energy. 

"Can I cum on your face?" I asked, fully expecting Mel to vehemently refuse.

A short period of silence followed until it was broken my her cute voice once again.

"Sure," she said nonchalantly. 

My eyes widened with surprise.

"Really?" 

"Sure. Why not."

Although I was drunk, tired and not very horny, the prospect of fucking Melanie's ass one more time and cumming on her face was an enticing one. However, I wasn't sure if it would be physically possible at that time.

"Yeah," I began, looking down at my dick which was lying flaccid against my stomach, cum dribbling from the tip. "I don't think I'm going to be able to go another round."

"Oh, don't worry," Mel countered with a sexy grin. "I think I can do something about that." 

Melanie positioned herself between my legs and began kissing her way up my leg. I was sceptical, however that she could do anything at that point to counter the potent mixture of alcohol and anal sex that had just drained my reserves. I laid my head back and closed my eyes, enjoying the warm feeling of Mel's soft lips working their way up my inner thigh. As she got closer, I could feel her breath on my cleanly shaven balls and I bent my knees as she settled into place between my legs. 

"Mmmm," I moaned as her tongue swept up the underside of my balls in a long, slow lick. 

She let out a quiet giggle and continued, flicking her little wet tongue all around, bathing me in warm, wet saliva. She then blew softly onto my moist, sensitive skin sending a pleasurable tingle through my entire body. I raised my head to see her big brown eyes staring at me through her glasses as she gingerly sucked my balls into her mouth. 

"You like that?" she asked, reaching up to take my dick in her hand. "You like having me lick your balls?" 

"Uh huh," I grunted in response, completely lost in the blissful moment. 

Melanie then began to slowly stroke my cock as her tongue continued to explore my body. She licked and nibbled her way around my balls, down my thighs, and up to my stomach before settling back in between my legs to probe intently at the sensitive area just below my balls. She even took a finger and lightly stroked my asshole as she licked me, causing my shaft to once again rise from the dead. 

"You know what really felt good?" she asked, rising up to her knees. 

"What?" I asked, a little disappointed that she had stopped.

"It felt really good when you licked my ass." 

My eyes popped open to see Mel blushing slightly as she bit her lip with a coy, innocent expression. 

"Really?" I asked, getting more turned on by the second. 

"Uh huh," she said, nodding in confirmation. "Do you want to do it again?" 

"Sure," I blurted, out sitting up from my supine position. 

"Uh uh," Mel snapped, stopping me and then pushing me back down into a lying position. 

At first I was confused, but the naughty glint in her eye made me realized what she wanted. Slowly, she crawled up my body, her wet pussy leaving a glistening trail up my bare chest. She then rose up to a sitting position, her legs straddling my chest. I could feel the warmth from between her legs permeating my wet, naked skin. I held my breath in anticipation. Slowly, Melanie leaned forward grabbing the headboard and pulling herself up into a crouching position right over my face. Her wet pussy and beautiful round ass were now mere inches from my hungry mouth. "Is this what you think about?" she asked, lowering herself down so close that I could feel the warmth emanating from her pussy. Before I could answer, she descended further and I strained my tongue to get at her little wet hole. 

"Or...." she continued, rising up again out of my reach. "Do you think about it like this?"

Melanie then turned her body around so that she was facing my feet. I gazed up to see her asshole, hiding in between her fleshy cheeks, just begging to be licked and fucked again. 

"Yessss," I stammered, as she pulled her cheeks apart with a giggle. 

Her ass was now slightly red and swollen from the earlier reaming I had given her, but it remained tightly closed, shimmering wet with pussy juices and lubricant. Then, with agonizing slowness, she lowered her freshly fucked asshole down onto my waiting mouth. 

As soon as my lips and tongue made contact with her sensitive ring, Mel moaned deeply and tossed her head back with enjoyment. Her soft cheeks enveloped my face as the weight of her body came to rest on my head, forcing my tongue up into her asshole. 




Dirty Little Secret



"Oh yeah," she cooed, gyrating her hips on my face, eager to feel more my tongue inside her. 

As her pleasure increased she became more forceful, pushing her ass into my face and almost suffocating me. When she leaned forward to play with my cock, I took advantage of the situation to gasp for air before stabbing my tongue back at her little pink star. 

"Mmmm, your tongue feels soooo good!" she exclaimed as her fingers wrapped around my shaft, which was now back to full rigidity.  As she slowly stroked her fist up and down, her other hand gently squeezed my balls in unison. I reacted to her attention by renewing my oral assault on her asshole, sliding my tongue in and out. 

"Oh yeah," she squealed as I felt her tight little butthole clench around my tongue. "Tongue-fuck my ass!"

I needed no convincing or direction as I continued tonguing her hole, lubricating it with warm saliva. A few moments later, Melanie pulled her ass off of my face and moved down my body. Without a word, she hovered above my throbbing cock momentarily before slowly lowering herself. Holding my dick in an upright position, Mel then guided her wet, freshly licked asshole to my waiting shaft. I bit my lip as her tight little star slowly opened and enveloped my engorged head before sliding down my entire length. 

"Ooooooh, "she moaned, nestling down with my cock fully implanted in her ass. "That feels so deep!" 

"Uh huh," I grunted in agreement, overcome by the sensation of Melanie's pulsing asshole tightly gripping my turgid cock. 

Resting her hands on my thighs to steady herself, Mel lifted herself upwards, sliding her stretched butthole up my slick shaft before plunging back down to bury to bury it once again. I watched with amazement as my friend's girlfriend proceeded to fuck me with her ass, continuing with an unchanging, cautious pace. 

"God I love your ass!" I exclaimed, as I watched my dick disappear inside Melanie's tight, pink hole. 

"And my ass loves your cock," she countered, reaching down to squeeze my balls and sending a shiver through my body. 

After a few more minutes of unrelenting ass fucking, Mel experienced her third orgasm of the evening. Plunging her butt down hard, her legs tightly gripped my body as she shuddered and clenched her asshole around my dick. Through clenched teeth she howled in ecstasy, tossing her head and sending her brown hair thrashing across her back. 

"Are you close to cumming?" she asked, as she lifted herself off my throbbing cock. 

"Hmmm, not really," I answered as my dick fell against my stomach with a wet "slap". 

"Well, let's see if I can do something about that." 

Melanie spun around and coaxed me to spread my legs wider as she nestled down into position in between them. Wasting no time, she began running her tongue over my balls which were soaking wet with her own pussy juices. 

"So are you still going to let me cum on your face?" I asked as she started stroking my cock in conjunction with tonguing my balls. 

"Of course," she said with a sexy smile. "A deal's a deal." 

I returned her smile as she resumed licking and sucking my balls with enthusiasm. 

"Come on Damon," she coaxed. "Cum for me. I want your cum all over my face." 

Her dirty words increased my arousal but I still felt far from orgasm. That was, until Mel took one of her slender fingers and began rubbing it against my asshole. 

"Mmmm," I moaned in gratitude.

Melanie smiled intently as she removed the finger and sucked it into her mouth, wetting the entire length. I was a little confused, but soon understood as she returned the slick digit to my ass. Her fist furiously pumping, and her mouth sucking at my balls were soon complemented by Mel's wet finger prodding at my asshole. I took a deep breath as she slid it in up to the knuckle. 

Suddenly my body tensed and my ass contracted around her finger as the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced wracked my body. 

"Oh fuck!" I moaned as Melanie lifted her face and pointed my cock towards her. 

She continued stroking as my dick erupted, sending a thick stream of white cum onto her smiling face, splashing across her forehead and glasses. Again and again the warm fluid spurted forth as Mel directed it to cover her face in a playful but sexy fashion. A few seconds later she sat before me with my cum dripping off her glasses and running down her cheek and chin. 

"Well, that was interesting," she said with a laugh as she wiped a glob of cum from her glasses. 

My orgasm now past, I slumped back on the bed in contentment as Melanie rushed off to the bathroom for a quick cleanup. My lustful feelings of arousal were soon replaced by guilt as I realized what had just taken place. I had just fucked Kevin's girlfriend! I had just fucked Carrie's friend! I brought my hands to my face as the remorse set in fully. Lethargically, I rolled over and grabbed my underwear.

"Well, I guess I better get going," Mel chirped happily as she returned to the room and began to collect her clothing.

She obviously did not appear to share my feelings of regret. 

"Look, Mel," I began anxiously. "This is just between us right? I mean...if Carrie or Kevin find out about this..."

"They won't," she said, cutting me off as she pulled her tight black pants back over her round ass. 

"Yeah but...."

"Damon," she stated firmly. "Don't worry. "

Her assurance did little to decrease my feelings of guilt as I watched Mel dress. Then without a word, she headed for the door, stopping only briefly to turn back with a smile. 

"Don't worry," she reiterated as she blew me a kiss. "It'll be our dirty little secret."

The End.

DamonX



Dirty Little Secret



It started off as the perfect day. The birds were singing and the sun was shining brightly. To Esme nothing could go wrong on such a perfect day and to top it off, it was her birthday. She had finally become an adult. Although, not that it mattered much to her. She knew that being an adult came with all kinds of responsibility but that was the one thing she looked forward to. Now she had the chance to show her father, Axel that she could be her own woman. She didn't want him to think of her as a child anymore, even though she'd always be his little girl. After all, they were all they had ever since she could remember. Refusing to dwell on that she let out a sigh and put on a smile. Esme jumped off her bed and prepared for the day. Thankfully it was the weekend so she didn't have to put up with all the birthday wishes from school. As much as she loved the attention, she found it boring. Most people said it to be nice, but really they didn't care. Shrugging, she refused to let it get to her. After all, it was her day! Giggling, she ran to the bathroom and slammed the door. There was so much to do, oh so very much to do. 

After her shower she ran downstairs and greeted her father with a cheery smile. "Hello father." 

"Ah, the birthday girl is awake! I was pretty sure you were going to sleep in, seeing as it is your birthday."

"Oh? And why would I want to do that. One would assume I would get up early and enjoy the entire day." Teased the young girl with cocked eyebrows.

"Well, the young seem to like sleeping in on such occasions and I figured you would as well."

"Ye of little faith. I was looking forward to spending the entire day with you, but if you want me to go back to bed I can" stated Esme with a pout.

"Did I say that? Now are you ready? We have so much to do."

Esme wouldn't categorize their relationship as the normal father/daughter type, but as best friends. Seeing as Esme only had her father while growing up. He was her world and her everything, and it seemed to be mutual. Anytime her father had a problem, he seemed to come and talk to her. The idea made her feel special, more special then most little girls. Turning to her father in the car she smiled openly and gave him an affectionate kiss on the cheek.

Axel stared at his now grown up daughter. He could have sworn it was only last week he was taking her home from the hospital. A sad sigh passed through his lips, but the moment of sadness only lasted moments. He found something unexplainable happening to him as his daughter kissed him; he was getting an erection. Axel turned to look at his daughter and finally realized for sure she wasn't his little girl anymore. Her once flat chest had rounded out and her face had no sign of the child she once used to be. While she may not be slender, she still looked great. Her body was perfectly build with her small frame that he felt aroused. It had been a while since he slept with someone, and while it wasn't her fault, she was turning him on like there was no tomorrow. Prying his eyes from her, he focused on driving. He couldn't have these thoughts. It was his daughter for godsakes!! 

When the night ended, they both ended up on the couch. Esme was laying her head on her father's lap, sleeping peacefully unaware that her father was fighting a boner. Her skin was soft like silk and she smelled of lavender. She looked like an angel that Axel almost forgot it was his daughter laying on his lap. Swallowing, he kissed her eyes and carried her to bed. She may be an adult, but she was still his baby girl. He tucked her in, and kissed her forehead one last time and walked into his room. This was killing him, he wanted his daughter badly, but knew it was wrong of him to want her as much as he did. Still, there was no denying it. His cock could testify to that. Shaking his head, he stripped naked and crawled into bed. This was going to be a long night.

"Oh daddy, that feels so good. Is it supposed to feel this way?"

"Yes, it is baby girl." 

Axel stared at his daughter as he slowly fucked her. Her face was flustered but glowing. Her eyes shimmered with love and her lips were puckered from their intense kissing. Unable to deny it any longer, he latched his lips upon hers and kissed her deeply. HIs tongue touching hers in a frenzy. Moans escaped from her lips only to be echoed by his. His body moving with hers in a passion unbridled. Esme's breasts were hard as rocks and demanded attention, which he freely gave. Every kiss, every touch produced a moan until it couldn't be controlled any longer. Both began screaming and yelling each other's name as orgasms over took them. Once spent, Axel rolled off of his daughter and held her close. He whispered her name and she kissed his chest furiously. As if neither one could believe it was real...

Father woke with a start and looked around. Disappointment filled him as he realized it was only a dream. He fell back onto his pillow and rubbed his face. This was just awkward. Groaning, he allowed himself to touch his cock. His fingers teased the head before wrapping around the shaft and he allowed his thoughts to turn to the forbidden. He dreamed of his little girl wrapping her rosy lips around his dick and sucking him hard. Soft moans began to escape from his lips as passion built up inside him. Soon his thoughts turned to his little girl straddling him as she rode him hard and fast. Before to long, it became more then he could bear; with a loud groan he came all over himself. Panting, he cleaned himself up and tried once more to sleep.

Esme stared at her father's door as she listened to his pants. She could have sworn he was saying her name, but she couldn't be sure. Biting her lip, she slowly opened the door. She didn't open it far, oh no! Just enough to see through and what she saw surprised her. Her father was nude on his bed, his hand around his penis and he was masturbating furiously. Almost instantaneously, she felt herself getting wet. Yet, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the sight before her. Her father was indeed a handsome man. His chest was hairy but strong and his eyes could be the most startling shade of gray. At the moment, that wasn't what she was awed by. Oh no! It was the thing he was grasping. It must have been about eight inches long and at least two fingers round. As she stared at it, she couldn't help but find herself getting hot. Her breathing became erratic and her nipples became hard. She watched fascinated as her father came screaming her name. Unable to deny herself any longer she ran to her room and did the same. 

The next morning, Esme woke with butterflies in her stomach. She had been up late all night thinking about what had transpired the night before. She knew it had been wrong of them to think of each other that way, but at the same time -- weren't they adults? Shouldn't they be allowed to do what they want? The more she thought about it, the more she realized she wanted her father. Although, she'd probably keep that her dirty little secret. 

She walked into the bathroom and started running the shower. Just as she was going to enter the shower, there was knock on the door. "Yea?" yelled esme through the door.

"It's your lovely father. Care to let me use the toilet?"

"Um, yea hold on a moment." She quickly threw on a towel and opened the door. "Come in then."

Her father walked in and seemed surprised to see her only in her towel. Instantly, he was hard as rock. He knew there was no way he was going to be able to pee through this, but then again, that's not what he had come in for. He stared at his almost naked daughter and before he knew what he was going to do, he was wrapping his arms around his daughter and kissing her.

A gasp wasn't even able to pass through Esme's lips as her father pulled her close, because he was kissing her. She thought about fighting back but then she was nothing more. Passion consumed them both as he shoved her up against the bathroom door. Nothing was leading them on but pure animalistic love. Lips meshed and tongues danced, and hands touched. Axel bent his head and kissed his daughters cheeks, ears and neck. He nibbled on her shoulders, only stopping for a moment to stare at his daughter. Their eyes met, "Oh father" whispered Esme as he tore her towel off. Then a sharp gasp passed through her. Her father had wrapped his lips around her nipples and it sent a surge of excitement through her like no other. His hands were exploring her and making her feel more and more like a woman at every touch. 

Slowly, she pushed him away and jumped into the shower. She reached out and pulled him in with her. She was going to take advantage of this moment before she lost her nerve. Her lips met his in a frenzy of kisses. She tore his wet clothes off and threw them out. A soft laugh escaping from her. She hadn't meant to pull him in dressed, but excitement got the best of her. Soon, he was naked and she was touching every part of him. She just couldn't get enough. Her lips danced on his chest and further down. Her tongue tasted and teased as she brought herself down to his member. Without hesitation she wrapped her lips around it and tenderly caressed the head. She smiled at his gasp and kept going. Esme started by slowly moving her head back and forth, trying to tease the shit out of him. It wasn't long before her father demanded more. He grabbed her head and begun to face fuck her. She moaned in pleasure and grabbed his ass. She was able to handle and eight inches of him without a problem, which surprised her. Then suddenly, she felt a warm liquid hit the back of her throat and her father was moaning her name and without thinking of it, she swallowed his cum. 

Esme pulled away and inched her way up to her fathers face, her face scarlet from what they had just done. She wasn't ashamed, oh no! She wanted more, so much more. As if reading her mind, her father's cock twitched alive and he smiled at her. "Shall we make things more interesting my dear?"

"You...You don't mind what we just did?"

"Honey, I can't imagine it being anyone else. I haven't felt this good in years, fuck I haven't felt this good with anyone."

With that said, Esme jumped on her father. She showered him in kisses and all he had to think about it was a chuckle. Oh, how she loved him! Axel returned her kisses and it wasn't long till he was hard again. He kissed his daughters wet skin and bent her over. He was to far gone to worry about the romance in this. He shoved his hard cock into her wet and tight pussy. He could feel her every wall and he almost lost it there, only he refused to allow the sex to be so short. Harder and faster he pounded into her tight cunt until she was screaming Father over and over. Then he felt it, she was orgasming around his member and that's when he lost it. He screamed his daughters name and kept pounding it in. He wanted her to feel the way he did. She screamed louder and louder until she almost passed out from the pleasure. 

Slowly, Axel pulled out of his daughter and cleaned her up. Then he walked her to his bed and laid her down. As he laid by her, he showered her body in kisses. He loved the way she looked, the way she was glowing with excitement and pleasure. Although, he saw she was worried about something. 

"Father, is what we did wrong?"

"Only if you want it to be, but I can't see why it is. We're both adults and aside from the fact you're my daughter, there can't be anything wrong with that."

"I think what we did was right. I mean, it felt so right. Please, do it again..."

And with that, all doubts were banished. Fantasy became reality and it was their dirty little secret....



Dirty Little Secret



My sweet, tight pussy felt so good to the touch - so warm, pulsing, longing for him. I rubbed my clit gently, feeling the tension building... slipping one, two, fingers deep inside myself. Biting my lip to keep from moaning, I knew touching myself was against the rules. Only my master was allowed to touch me, only my master was allowed to make my eager pussy cum. If master was only to come home, to find me touching my wet pussy in his bed... I would be punished, I could only imagine the things he would do to me.

I could feel myself getting close, throbbing now, all I wanted was to orgasm - to feel the rush of ecstasy taking over my body, submerging me in pleasure - and I was so unbelievably close. I heard the door slam, but I didn't want to stop, it felt so good... just a few more minutes. I began rubbing faster - and then he was there before me, my master. He took one look at me and I knew I would suffer the consequences. He flipped me over on my stomach, I struggled underneath his grasp... He slapped my ass, hard! He left bright red, burning marks on my tender ass... I cried out in pain, begging him for mercy, but he continued. I disobeyed his orders - and now I would suffer.

He pinned me down against his bed, secretly I loved it, I loved him controlling me, and my pussy was soaking wet now under his touch. I could see the bulge in his pants, I longed to feel him inside me. He positioned himself in front of me, slowly unzipping his pants, and pulling out his thick, hard cock. He began to stroke himself in front of me, not letting me touch him. He grabbed me by my hair, forcing my mouth on to him... forcing me to lick his shaft, every last inch of it - and I obeyed.

I slowly licked up and down his hard shaft, I loved how thick he was! He felt so good in my mouth, he pushed himself further into my mouth, into the back of my throat, I was choking and gagging on his cock now, and I was so turned on... I reached my hand down, just to touch myself for a second or two, and SMACK! He slapped my tight little ass again. I whimpered, and he laughed - I was his. He pulled back from my mouth, rubbing his cock against my lips for a moment, I kissed and licked it like the good little slave I was. I lived to please my master.

I knew he liked it because he reached his hand down and slowly caressed my thighs, making me tremble. I felt my sweet pussy juices dripping down the curves of my ass as he continued to rub me. His hands drew closer to my pussy, spreading it open wide, teasing me. He massaged my clit for justa moment, turning me on even more... and before I knew it he had slipped two fingers deep inside me. Stroking my g-spot softly with his fingers, feeling the pressure building inside of me. I moaned softly, feeling myself getting close... and he pulled away and smacked me again, harder this time. Cumming was against the rules - I wasn't allowed to cum without master's permission and I knew it... He pulled me down on top of him, so I was sitting on his face and he began to tease my clit with his tongue... I whimpered, holding back... I could feel his tongue sliding up and down me... my juices coating his tongue... watching him taste my sweet juices was so hot, and he loved them! He didn't waste a single drop.

He threw me down in front of him... he was grabbing my ass, rubbing it... kissing it, and I was begging for him. He spread my pussy open wide again, teasing me gently with his fingers this time until I couldn't take it anymore. Then he handcuffed me, so I couldn't move, so I couldn't stop him and he spread my legs wide open, tying me down to the edges of his bed and he positioned himself in front of me, calling me his little slut, talking dirty to me. I don't think he realized how much it turned me on. He forced his gorgeous, stiff cock deep inside me - and he didn't stop. He pounded my sweet pussy, like I'd never been fucked before - he made me cry out in pain and in pleasure, I tried, struggled to get away, but I was bound. I couldn't.

I could feel him pulsing inside me, he rubbed my clit as he continued to have his way with me. I begged him to let me cum, and he denied me. He slapped my ass and buried his cock as deep as he could - and I screamed as I felt him hitting against my g-spot. He began to moan, getting close, and he gave me permission to cum with him. He came, shooting loads of thick, hot, sticky cum deep in me. He was the first to cum in me, and I loved it! I felt his cum dripping slowly out of my pussy, and I reached a finger down to finger myself gently, to cover my finger in his cum, and I brought it to my lips, licking every last drop off, savoring it and my body shook hard as I reached orgasm, waves of pleasure overcoming me, my clit pulsed rapidly. I screamed, moaned in pleasure... cumming hard, covering him in my juices... and then I bent over, licking all of my sweet cum off my master's cock, just how he liked his slave to do.