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Good Samaritan

By: gjswitch



It was just another morning. Everyone had left the neighborhood to go to work. I was smoking a cigarette on the front porch when I noticed the lady a few doors down struggling to get her car started. She had recently moved in and I had not met her, but being the shadetree mechanic I was, I walked over and introduced myself. "Can I help you?" I offered. She looked up and said, "It won't start. It was fine yesterday." This was the first time I'd seen her close up. She was older, maybe in her early fifties, a pleasant looking woman, dressed professionally, a black business suit and heels. 

"I'm on my way to a meeting and this sucks." I asked if I might take a look and she was thankful, given her circumstances. I poked around under the hood and found a loose vacuum hose. "Actually, your problem is that it's trying to suck, but this hose came off!" I quipped. I put the hose in place and suggested she try it. The car started right up. "Thank you so much!" she said. "My name is Ann and I'd love to chat, but I've got to run. We'll talk soon." And with that, she drove off. Although I would have like d to get to know her, I wrote off my Good Samaritan act as being neighborly. But when I went home, I kept thinking about her. She wasn't beautiful, but not hard to look at. The suit she wore didn't reveal much, but she had nice legs covered in black hosiery, with a small anklet bracelet. Her hair was brown, with a bit of gray here and there. I wondered what she did, probably a sales rep or office type. I knew she lived alone, but rarely saw her in the neighborhood. Oh well, nice guy that I was, maybe I'd run into her again.

A few hours later the phone rang and the voice said"Mr. Switch?"

"yes," I answered. "We met earlier today. This is Ann, and I just wanted to thank you again. I was in such a rush this morning."

"Well you're quite welcome, but how did you get my number?"

"I knew your last name and just called 411" she said. " I hope you don't mind, but, the car is till acting up and I need it tomorrow again."

"Could I impose on you to look at it when I get home?"

" I just don't have time to take it to a mechanic and you seem to know your way around under the hood." I thought, "Hmm, free mechanic service. Is she using me?"

"She then said "I'd be happy to pay you for your work." Now I'm not the kind of guy to take money for something minor, so I offered to look at it. "Ok, when is a good time tonight?"

"Oh thank you" she said. "I'll be back by 7. How about 7:30?" I agreed. "Can you look at it in my garage? There's plenty of room and light." I told her that would be fine. "Oh, and just knock on the door and come in. I'll leave it unlocked. See you then."

We hung up and I thought about what else could be wrong with the car...vacuum...electrical.... EGR.... oh well, wait and see.

That evening, I went to her door, knocked and went it. "Hello" I said. A voice from the kitchen replied "come in, I'm in here.' I walked to the kitchen and she had her aback to me. "Quite prompt" she said, and turned around. She extended her hand. " A pleasure to meet you....again!" I extended my hand and she covered it with her other hand. She wore no rings and she looked different. Dressed in a black blouse and slacks. Her body was not a knockout, but she was in shape and the slacks fit her well. "How very kind of you to help me out." I stared into her eyes and studied her face. As I said, she was in her fifties, but not many lines showed. Her makeup was appropriate and her smile showed sincerity. She released my hand and turned back to the counter. I studied her back...what appeared to be firm buns. "As I said, I'll be glad to repay you. Just let me know how much." I told her I was reluctant to take anything for the work because I enjoyed fixing things. "Well, that's interesting...I fix things too...I'm a psychologist...I help people fix their problems...so we seem to be in the same business, just different problems."

"The car's in the garage. I'll be out shortly to see of you need anything.' And with that, she turned and left the room. I felt dismissed, wondering what brought the conversation to such an abrupt end. I proceeded to the garage, popped the hood and started poking around. After a while, I heard Ann come in the garage. " How goes the battle?" she asked. Although I was bent over the engine, I could smell the loveliest perfume, and knew she was nearby. "I found a few more cracked vacuum hoses. That's probably al it is. Typical for a car this age. Easy fix though. Under $10." I could feel her next to me. "Show me" she said, and I felt her hand on my back for support as she leaned over. "Right here and here" I said. I felt what I though were her fingers moving, as if rubbing small circles. "Does your back ever get sore with all this bending over?" I answered that it did now and then, but a bit of stretching helps ease it. "Some of my patients experience the same discomfort. I've treated them for that, too." I asked her if that was typical of a psychologist and she answered "No, but I use a variety of therapies, depending on the need, both physical and emotional. I'm a trained massage therapist as well. Don't ever hesitate to call me should you have a problem" I thought, "well, this is good to know...I do have problems now and then. "Ok, let me get the hoses I need in my garage and we'll button her up." She removed her hand from my back, but stayed close to me as I straightened up. I was a bit stiff and she noticed my grimace. "You're obviously in discomfort. You should have it looked at." I told her I'd be fine and proceeded to go get the hoses.

When I returned, the garage was empty and I completed the job, checked out the car and closed the hood. All was well. I knocked on the door leading to her house and she answered. "All done' I said. "Thank you so much" she answered. Here's $20 for your help" I declined, and we then exchanged 'take it's and no's'. "Well, won't you at least accept my offer for the back therapy I can give you" she asked. I was feeling a bit stiff. 'Ok, and that will make us even." Fine, come in and go to the bath around the corner. You'll find a shower and a robe. It'll take me a few minutes to set up in the massage room next to the bath." I said, "I don't think I need a shower, do I?" She said, "Do you like working on greasy dirty cars or clean ones?" I bought the logic and proceeded to the bath. 

The bathroom was done in black with gold fixtures, a bit gothic, but elegant. I proceeded to shower, wondering if this was going anyplace. She certainly peeked my interest, but so far, was all professional. As I soaped my groin, I began to get hard, thinking of what she might look like under those clothes...her breasts...her thighs... A knock at the door. "Ready when you are" came her voice. "Just a minute" I replied. I rinsed off, found the white robe on the door, and came out. "In here" she said. I walked into a large room, a desk on one side, a couch, and a massage table on the other, with a few other tables nearby. A cabinet with doors closed against the wall and bench opposite. "This is my office when I see people at home. All that I ever need is in here. Lie down face down." I proceed to sit on the table. "No, no. Lose the robe" she said. "Do I really need to take..." She interrupted, "Look, I'm a professional, and you probably don't have anything under there I haven't seen. In order to help you, you've got to cooperate." She smiled sincerely and said, "Your back does hurt, doesn't it?" I began to undo the robe with my back to her and climb on the table. "Now relax. This process will be in a couple of phases. First, I'm going to try some efflorescence. Then some deeper massage and then, well, we'll see what's appropriate." She began by lightly running her fingers and nails over my upper back. It felt marvelous. She worked her way down my back and then up again. Sometimes she got to those ticklish spots on the sides, but never lingered enough to cause me to jerk. "I've found that the nerves in the back are so entertwined in the body that, sometimes, treatment in a different area can effect the back muscles. For example, here" and her hand went my calves. "I've found that everyone is unique and I've got to probe for all the right spots"

"You won't think me unprofessional if I do, will you? Sometimes, my patients think I'm touching them unprofessionally." With that, her fingers lightly caressed my cheeks. "Do you GJ?...do you think this is an inappropriate place to touch you?' It felt wonderful, I thought...maybe she WAS coming on to me in a very subtle way. "No, that's fine...feels great" She ran one fingernail lightly down my thigh to my foot, then back up again, down the other leg and up to the top of my crack. "How about here?' and her finger lightly went right down the center. "Does this feel good?" She knew it did. "That's wonderful" I said, and spread my legs a bit, wondering if she took the hint. If she did, she ignored my signal. "I've found that some patients will involuntarily jerk when they're touched in especially sensitive spots. A bit of restraint prevents them from falling off the table. You don't mind if I use what I deem appropriate do you? It's to your benefit. They're minimal. One across your upper back. Right here." And she brought up leather straps from under the table and buckled them over my back. She proceeded to continue the light caresses on my backside from my neck to my toes. "Oh, and 2 down here as well" and she strapped my ankles to the corners. She then bent over and got close to my face and said, "You're ok with this, aren't you? Not uncomfortable? You'll have to trust me that this is for your benefit.' I acknowledged that it was ok but that it bordered on a bondage scene. "Oh really! You think this is what this is? Do you think about those situations? Do you wonder what it would be like?" I told her that it ran across my mind now and then. "Tell me more. What do you think about? Does the thought of no control excite you? Of being at someone else mercy?"

I told Ann I'd never experienced it but thought about it. Her hands began to firmly work on my back muscles as she said "And do you want to move from thinking about it to experiencing it?" I wondered if she was leading up to an opportunity to do it or if this was some clinical question. "Yes, Id like to experience it" I said. "And what would happen in this scene? If you were with someone willing to dominate you, what would she do? What specific details?"

I thought this was it. I'd make my move. "Are you suggesting you would dominate me?" Her hands left my back. There was a long silence. I couldn't see where she was behind me. "Ann?" She leaned over, close to my ear. "Is that what you want, GJ? Do you want me to dominate you?" I paused and replied, "Well, yes I want you to." She replied, "are you sure? Are you willing to give me that control? What if I humiliate you? Or hurt you? What if I make you do things you never thought you could do or ever wanted to do? Would you let me? Would you be willing to try?"

My mind was racing...what would she ask of me?...I was getting hornier by the second. My cock was getting hard again, thinking of her naked. Fucking her.

"Yes I would be willing," I said. 

"Think carefully, dear, because what I may do is for my pleasure. What pleasure you get would be inconsequential. Her tongue licked at my ear. "Tell me...that...you're mine."

"I'm yours," I said.

She stood up and walked to the cabinet, opened the doors and inside were a number of implements. "Can you see these? Do you know what they are? Do they scare you?' I stared at the variety of "toys" hanging up. Some I recognized and some I did not. She selected one I did, a neural wheel. "She walked back to me with it and began tracing lines on my backside with it. "Stimulating, isn't it? Kind of feels good when lightly dragged across the skin. She pressed more firmly and what was feeling so good began to sting. "And I control whether it feels good or not."

"Put you hands behind you.". I put my hands around to my back and she put them on my cheeks. "Have you ever shown your ass to a woman GJ? Ever been made to display that little rosebud? I want to see yours. You'll show me, won't you? You'll pull your cheeks apart and show me. Now." I began to spread my cheeks for her, thinking this was the most embarrassing thing I'd ever done. "Very good. It's all pink and wrinkly. You know why it's wrinkly? So it can stretch. When you defecate, it stretches. All that's in comes out." She came around to where she could look in my eyes. "I'm going to stretch it for you." Her hand caressed my face. "Can I? Can I stretch your ass? Tell me. Tell me to stretch it. You're afraid aren't you? You think it's going to hurt. Tell, me, in your fantasies, what was your dominatrix wearing?

I said, "She was dressed in a black corset with black stockings and a garterbelt"

"Well, I'm wearing black, but not the others. Is a woman in stockings exciting to you?' I said it was. "Is it disappointing? I'm all dressed and you're naked? I can see your asshole. She reached down and pushed my thighs farther apart. "I can even see your balls and cock."

"Are you embarrassed that you're so exposed?" All I could think of was her touching my cock, sucking it and me fucking her. "I could get undressed. I could show you my panties. I could even show you how nicely I'm trimmed. Would you like to see?" 

"Yes, I want to see your body, please" I said. 

"And what so you think you're going to do, fuck me?"

Yes, I want to fuck you" I said. "Please let me fuck you."

"My, my, GJ, are you horny or what? Remember I told you this was for my pleasure and your cock in me is not on my list of things to do. But my cock in you might be."

She walked to the cabinet and selected three toys, a slim, long buttplug, some anal beads, and a vibrating dildo.

"Have you ever? Scary, aren't they? But, you'll know for sure soon. They can be pleasurable if you relax. Can you relax for me? I'm very persistent. If you say you can't, I might stop for a moment, but you WILL take them. You pick the first one." She proceeded to a drawer and brought back a tube of KY.

"Which one?" I didn't answer. She leaned over and whispered "Baby, you're going to do it. Here, let's try this slim one first." She proceeded to lube it up and stand it up inches from my face. "Now you just concentrate on it. Imagine what it will look like sliding into your ass. How your ass will stretch around it when you take all of it, how your ass will close around the end." I was getting nervous big time. She was going to be talked out of this.

She got a firm triangular pillow and slipped it under my hips, pushing my ass up in the air and allowing my cock and balls to be exposed.

"Thinking about it sliding into you?" Her fingernails were teasing my scrotum, now and then flicking my cock. "I see your cock is hard. You'd like me to touch it. Maybe even stroke it. But you really want to put it in me don't you. You want to fuck me with it" her fingernail teased the head. "It's so purple. Engorged and ready. Are you ready? Ready for your first cock?"

She came around to the side of the table and leaned close to me. "You know, when you were bent over the car, I had a vision of this buttplug in you. Now, I'm going to do it" She picked it up and moved out of sight. 

I heard what sounded like latex gloves being pulled on. "I'm going to lube you just a bit, dear. Ever had a physical where the doc did this? Ever wish it was the nurse?" I felt something cool at my ass and her finger teasing it. She leaned over close to my face while her finger was teasing me. "Ready baby? Here we go." With that, I felt her begin to press into me. "Uhhhh," I grunted. "Oh, that's only the tip...more to come...there we go." I could feel her in me, moving it around.

"Ever fingerfuck a girl? This is how it feels." And she began to slide her finger in and out. I could feel her knuckles passing my sphincter as she fucked me.

Her other hand began to play with my scrotum. Now and then, a firm squeeze, causing me to moan.

Then, her finger withdrew. "Remember how that felt. I could see my finger gliding into your ass."

I then felt what must have been the plug. It glided in and the only discomfort was the end popping in. Ann came around to me, leaned over and lightly kissed my cheek. She began nibbling at my earlobe. "Very good...it's longer than my finger...and right now, it's pressing against your prostate...if I tap it, you'll feel it in your prostate...you know, when the prostate is massaged, your cock will begin to drip seminal fluid. I'll show you."

She went behind me and pulled my cock back between my legs. She began to tap on the plug, pushing it against my prostate. She also began to knead my cock. "Here it comes. Oh yes, that's it." She came back around in my view and showed me her fingers. On them was a clear liquid. "See, here it is. Look closely.. Stick out your tongue.' She rubbed the liquid on my tongue. "Taste it because there's more."

She proceeded out of view and I felt her pull at the plug. "Ow," I said, as it popped past the sphincter and she withdrew it.

Her hands caressed my cheeks. I could here the sound of a zipper. I thought she was ready for some serious fucking now. 

She was still out of view when she said, "You remember your fantasy? How your Domme was somewhat undressed? I'm naked from the waist down. You'd like to see me wouldn't you? You want to see my pussy. Maybe even touch it." She took my hand and held it against her thigh. She controlled where it went. I tried to touch her, but she only let my fingers go where she wanted.

"You want to touch me more? Up a little?" She guided my fingers up her thigh and to the inside. I was expecting her pussy, but she turned her hip. I could tell her panties were off.

"You want to feel my pussy...you want to put your finger in..."

She dropped my hand, and although I couldn't see her, she leaned over with her fingers to my mouth. The scent was unmistakable. "Here, taste this. This is what you want." She pushed her fingers in my mouth and I could taste her juices. "Suck good. Clean them off." She pulled out her fingers and put her panties by my nose. "Something to think about.," she said. When she finally walked back around in sight, she was wearing a robe.

"Disappointed? Thought you might see my pussy? Or my ass? Sorry, honey, but you've got a long way to go."

She leaned in again and kissed my cheek and whispered "I want to play with your ass somemore. Tell me, did you like that last toy?'

I told her it was unusual and it was a bit uncomfortable.

"You're going to learn to like things in your ass." She then picked up the vibrating dildo and turned it on. "You're going to have a harder time taking this. It's larger. She returned to my ass and I felt her press it against me. She was right. This was more uncomfortable. "Uhhh.....ow....please, no more," I said.

She stopped for a moment, then continued. I began to writhe in order to avoid it. She leaned over and rested her weight on my back, continuing to push. I felt like it was huge, but knew it was only slightly larger.

"Atta boy. Home at last. Told you I was persistent." She twisted it around in place and it rubbed against my prostate again. Kind of pleasurable.

She flicked the vibrator on and off a few times. Each time I jumped at the feeling. What a rush.

"You like that don't you. If I leave it on, you'll cum. Would you like to cum?'

"yes, please...let me cum.. it feels incredible," I said. She flicked it on and off a few more times. "But I don't want you to cum....I have more in store for you," she giggled. She then turned it on and left it on. I could feel my orgasm coming....closer and closer....and then she abruptly shut it off and gave my balls a firm squeeze. "Owwww, please give it to me," I said, but the nutsqueeze drove off the orgasm.


Good Samaritan



It was late afternoon and he was driving home from work. He spotted a car on the center strip of the highway. It was one of those little sports cars that you see in the magazines. The hood was up and standing next to it was a woman. He pulled in behind her car and stopped.

Dressed in a dark business suit tailor tight, she looked like an executive from some Fortune 500 company. Her brown hair was done up in one of those tight french braids. The wind of passing cars whipped a stray lock around. Her short skirt fit her ass like a glove. Long tapered legs were wearing white stockings, ending in black high heels.

Mostly though he noticed her breasts. Large and firm, they pressed against the front of her blouse straining like they wanted to be free. He wanted to bury his head between them. She looked back at his truck, the sun reflecting off her mirrored sunglasses.

"What's wrong?" he asked getting out.

She shrugged and said, "It just stopped."

He walked up to the car and looked under the hood, checking to see if he could spot the trouble. As he looked around, his eyes kept being drawn her way. She was more beautiful up close than when he first spotted her.

Everything about her turned him on. But especially her breasts. When she bends forward he catches a glimpse down her blouse. A little bead of sweat is sparkling between her breasts. He wants to lick it from her flesh.

Several times she catches him looking at her. Instead of being angry, she seemed pleased at the attention. She must not meet many men at the office who treat her like the beautiful woman she is, he thought.

After a couple of minutes he finds the trouble. Somehow the wire on her distributor cap had come loose. He puts it back on.

"Try it now," he said.

As she walks around to the driver's seat he follows. Is she putting more strut in her walk because he was watching he wondered, or was that just his imagination? The motor starts right up. She lets it run for a minute then shuts it off. She leans back and reaches for her purse on the passenger seat.

"Let me give you something for your trouble," she said.

Her movements cause her short skirt to ride up. First stockings, then a red lace garter belt are exposed. Her long legs and underthings are a delight to his eyes.

"No thanks," he said. "Just being a good Samaritan."

She turns back, money in hand and sees where he is looking. The sexual tension between them is like electricity. Taking off her mirrored sunglasses, she looks him in the eyes.

"I really should thank you somehow," she murmurs.

Suddenly she leans forward, grabbing the front of his shirt. She pulls him down and kisses him. Her lips are hot and moist. With one hand she caresses the back of his neck. He feels the other undoing his belt and reaching inside his pants. Her fingers grasp his shaft and squeeze gently.

"Stand up," she orders.

She pulls out his cock then, where she has the freedom to play with it. He can feel her breath on his skin. Stroking him slowly, she licks at the head with her tongue giving it little nibbles with her teeth. She tickles his balls with a long nailed finger.

There is a weird surrealness to everything as he looked out over the roof of her little sports car as the other autos wizz by, all the while in the driver's seat this beautiful and sexy woman gives him head.

He hears her moan. Looking down, he sees her pull up her short skirt exposing little white lace panties. She slips a finger into the top of those panties and begins to finger herself as she sucks.

Suddenly a semi-truck thunders past. It shook her out of her erotic daze. She pulls her mouth off of him, her lips glistening and wet.

"I want you now!" she says, pulling off her panties and tossing them into the car behind her.

She scoots back into the car and he follows. With one hand clenching his shirt, she pulls him forward and on top of her. With the other hand, she guides his hard cock to her waiting sex. That little sports car is hot and tight, but not as hot nor tight as the slit which swallows his shaft. She is wet and he sinks balls deep in his first stroke. He would like to take his time, savor this beautiful woman but she has other ideas.

"Fuck me," she moans. "Fuck me!"

He is sure she's having one continuous orgasm since he entered her. She bucks, she purrs, she scratches at his back with her nails, anything she thinks will get him to fuck her the way she wants it. Lewd, crude and hard. He tries to do just that.

"Fuck me," she moans in his ear.

Reaching down, he grabs the front of her blouse. With a heave he pulls it open, popping the buttons loose. Her breasts are bare, for she wears no bra. And they are gorgeous. Large handfuls with hard little points on top. He buries his face between them. He takes first one nipple, then the other in his mouth, biting them softly with his teeth.

"Oh damn it, fuck me!" she moaned.

He pounds into her as hard as he can. Grabbing her around the waist, he pulls her stocking covered knees up under his arm and pushes her legs as wide open as he can get them in that small car. The hump between the seats pushes her back up and sets her crotch at just the right angle. He grabs her hands pulling them above her head and crushes his lips to hers. Pure carnal lust takes control. Soon he is moaning as loud as she.

It doesn't take him long. He feels his balls tighten, getting ready to unload. He rams himself deep, trying his best to pin her to the seat with his cock. He grinds his crotch against hers, crushes her breasts against his chest, then spurt after spurt, enjoys the blinding pleasure this woman has given him.

They both lay there for several minutes breathing hard before he has the strength to climb off of her. Standing in the car door, he pulls his pants closed.

She sits up and straightens her clothes, checking her makeup in the mirror. She chuckles, looking down at her ripped open blouse. Reaching into the car, she picks up her panties. Pressing them into his hand, she kisses him lightly.

"Something to remember me by," she whispers.

Then she pulls shut the car door, starts the motor and roars away. He stands there for a moment, fingering the moist lace and smelling her perfume on his clothes. With a smile he gets back in his truck. See he didn't put that distributor wire back on very tight. It just might come off again down the road... 



Good Samaritan



I was once again on the road. I loved cruising through the deserts of the Southwest U.S. on my sun-yellow Harley. The vibrations were just about to put me to sleep when I saw two things that got me excited: a sign saying 10 miles to the next town, Lordsburg; and a smoking car with four scantily clad young ladies surrounding it.

I had to stop. Regardless of how hungry I was, I had to stop and "render aid" to these girls.

All four were dressed in short cutoff jeans and light tops. No bras in sight.

As I parked the bike behind their car, the first three walked over to me. The short, sassy-looking blonde approached me and spoke first. "Damn nice bike, but it’s gonna have to hold four if you really want to be a hero. That P.O.S. is dead."

"Whaddaya mean dead?" I asked.

"I mean, the only way that car could hit forty is if we pushed it off a cliff." The tall brunette answered.

"Shut up." The short blonde said. "He wants to know what’s wrong with it, Dorothy. Sorry, she can be just a little bitchy when her cell phone is out of range from Bloomingdale’s. I think we’ve burnt out the motor. There’s no oil showing on the stick thing."

So I walked to the front of the car. No hurry. Just a slow saunter. I wanted to let the girls check out my small, Wrangle-covered, butt hanging out of my chaps. Now I know that I’m no Antonio Bandaras, but I won’t make milk curl with just a glance. I’m 6 feet tall and tip in at about 160 pounds, most of it in my upper body (yeah, that’s right: chicken legs).

Now up to this point, I’d seen three of the four. All of them I would show my friends and brag about or take to a high school reunion. But as I turned the corner and saw the fourth, I forgot about the first three. When she stood up, she was about five foot eleven and slim. She was wearing cutoffs like the others, but had on a white tank top that fit her like a second skin. She was covered in sweat and grease over her hands and arms. As the cooler breeze driven air swept over her, her nipples began to strain the fabric against them.

As she brushed back a loose lock, she saw me and spoke. "Too late. It’s dead." A soft yet strong contra-alto voice that could smooth a shot of cheap moonshine.

She showed me the dipstick: dry as British humor.

"Well, do you want me to take one of you to Lordsburg to get help for ya’ll?" I asked her.

"What, you’re not man enough to take all of us?" She was just daring me to start something I needed food to finish.

"Not on an empty stomach. Oh, you’re talking sex. I was talking on my Harley. Five ain’t what Milwaukee was thinking about when they designed the thing. But I could fake it. I’m up for trying if ya’ll are."

We locked up their stuff and mine in the car, then walked over to my bike. I straddled the bike in my normal seat then started orchestrating the mount-up. The tall one got on behind me first. Next was the two short ones sat in front of me facing backwards. They had their legs wrapped around me and girl in the middle. Finally, the tall brunette stood on the rear footpegs, and we were off.

I drove slowly so as not to kill us. I took about 40 minutes reach town. The sun had set and we were all tired and hungry. The chick behind me told me to pull into the first restaurant we saw. They were buying; so I was not gonna pass up a huge meal.

The girls had decided to put off doing anything about the car and just get a room. I had no problem with that, but I wasn’t gonna ride all night to get to Tucson like I had planned. I mentioned that to the leader (the tall blonde from the front of the car) while the others were gone to "freshen up" (why freshen up when you were about to check into a motel?).

She asked what I was gonna do in Tucson, and I told her I was just going to do some honky-tonkin’.

"What, you can’t do that here? It might be fun." That was all the encouragement I needed.

"Sure, I’ll just check in first with ya’ll so I won’t have to later."

With a wink she tells me not to. "You never know what might happen later."

Yikes. This was making me a believer in being a Good Samaritan.

When the rest came back, the blonde (her name was Jacq, pronounced Jake, short for Jacquelyn), told the rest the new plans for the night. They were going honky-tonkin.

We all needed to change clothes, so Jacq "volunteered" to go back to the car with me for some clothes for all.

As the others waited and cleaned up at the motel, Jacq and I went back to their car and picked up my stuff and two changes of clothes a piece for the girls and rode back to the motel.

Jacq went to the room she was sharing with Tabbi (the short blonde) and told me to knock on the other door and clean up there.

Dorothy answered the door wearing only a towel and almost dropped that when she saw it was me and not Jacq. I handed her the bag with her and Christy’s clothes in it, and told her Jacq said I could clean up in their bathroom.

I exited the bathroom dressed in Wranglers and a Harley tee shirt, looking as good as I was going to get.

The country bar the motel manager told us was hot, was just down the street, so we walked. That was fine, I was going with four beautiful girls, so I didn’t need the bike to try to pick up anyone.

They offered to buy my drinks, but I told them I didn’t drink anymore. That was cool with them so I asked if anyone wanted to dance. I started with Dorothy, then Christy. Neither of the brunettes could dance for shit, so I tried Tabbi.

Damn that girl could dance! We turned, spun, flipped, and generally turned that bar on its ear.

When we got off the floor after three songs, we were both drenched in sweat and she looked like she had just had a mind-blowing orgasm. Just that happy.

The next song was a waltz, and Jacq looked at me with desire in her eyes.

She was smooth, sure, and dead on with the beat. I started by her turning her into a side-by-side position. Fred Astaire and Ginger Rodgers had nothing on us. It was almost like sex, but in public with our clothes on. She could do anything and make it look effortless.

After a couple of speechless dancs, we made it back to the table. Dorothy and Christy got bored and tired, so they went back to the room, while Tabbi now had her choice of any man in the place.

Jacq and I spent the next two hours dancing and talking. I knew her life’s story and she knew mine. We fit together perfectly on the dance floor, but what was going through both of our minds, was what was gonna happen later. When the band started to repeat songs, it was time to go back to the motel.

Tabbi wasn’t in the room, so we kinda met in the middle with a kiss. It was slow, smoldering, and sensual. We were locked together for what seems like an eternity. When we parted, Jacq backed up and started to unbutton her blouse. As she started to peel her jeans down over her hips, I finally stopped staring at the perfection in front of me.

I didn’t want to be the only one clothed with a woman this beautiful nekkid in the room.

As I started to pull up my shirt, Jacq said, "don’t, let me do that."

I was stunned. This girl wanted to make love to me, not a mutual thing. This kinda thing doesn’t happen to guys like me: Average, thin, and a working class kinda guy.

When she was down to just a classy pair of white lace panties, she turned her attentions towards me. She dropped to her knees and slowly pulled up my shirt as she kissed my stomach above my belt and then slowly worked her way north, running her fingers through the hair of my chest. While tenderly running her tongue around my nipples, she raised the shirt over my head.

With the shirt off and her still kissing her way north, now at my neck, her fingers found my belt. Nimbly, she broke through this obstacle and went to work on my jeans.

After finding out that I don’t wear any underwear, she had my Wranglers down to the top of my boots.

Then she started playing with my semi-erect member. Gentle caresses and adoring stares soon gave way to light kisses as I "woke up". Jacq looked up into my eyes and pushed me gently back onto the bed. Now it was time for her to seriously go to work.

Every part of her mouth was talented from her lips to teeth and tongue to tonsils. After thirty minutes of incredible fellatio, she was in need of a rest.

It was my turn.

I gently took her head in my hands and led her to her feet. When she was standing, I bent over and started kissing her navel and worked out in larger circles carefully avoiding her exquisitely trimmed pubic mound and breasts until I was standing in front of her nibbling north from her collarbone to her ear. She was now moaning.

I turned her around softly pushed her back onto the bed and raised her right leg and started another journey starting at her ankle and heading for glory, with a short stop at the back of her knee. The sweat that had accumulated there from her stint on her knees was sweat and salty, but incredibly arousing. Not only did it have an effect on me, but on her as well.

But my lack of drinking at the bar was coming back to haunt me. My mouth was dry just as I was getting to the promised land, but Jacq bailed me out as I had bailed out the girls on I-10. She was wet enough for both of us.

I know, it’s bass ackwards. My licking of her was supposed get her wet, not me.

This was a feast fit for a king. I lightly kissed around the dripping, pink opening, moving slowly towards the middle. One touch of my lips on her tender pink ones precipitated a long, deep moan. Her fingers began slowly running through my short hair, pulling me further into her eager pussy.

My efforts redoubled with her encouragement. I covered the entire area with my mouth and began to suck with all my might. When her moans turned to whimpers, I started to use my tongue over her lips and clit.

It only took about five minutes of this to send her over the top. The juices were flowing freely as I continued to lap them up. Her legs then went limp and the guttural growls turned back to soft sighs.

Jacq was exhausted and would need some rest before we resumed, so I moved up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. I ran my fingertips over her stomach and breasts, paying special attention to her very sensitive nipples. Light flicking, pinching, rubbing, and light tickling made her break her silence.

"If you keep this up, I’m never gonna be able to return the favor."

With that her hands found my flaccid member. Slow, gentle manipulations soon had my cock ready for round two.

She returned for five minutes of light tongue work on my eager cock. While she was doing this, she turned her bottom up into my reach so that I could again play with her pussy and get her natural lubrication flowing.

As she started to flow, she quit her oral efforts and moved up over me. Taking my cock in her hand, she gently guided it into her waiting pussy. Slowly she lowered herself onto me, not stopping ‘til she was resting on my hips.

She leaned forward and allowed me to finally take her perfect b-cup breasts into my mouth. As she started to rock forward and back, sliding up and down my cock while rubbing her clit over my pubic hair, I continued to suck deeply on her tits.

Her intensity quickly increased with her volume and pace. Soon she was moving all over the place and screaming in tongues.

Now, I’ve never been one to be able to last very long on the first go-round (blowjobs not withstanding) so I once again let loose early – after only 5 minutes. But with that shortcoming (no pun intended) came a "gift". I don’t go completely soft, allowing her to continue her ride. The best "gift" is that the next one can last for hours.

Jacq used me and vice-versa for the next couple of hours without stop. Finally, Jacq was completely spent and I was not far off. So we went and showered together to clean off.

When we were done cleaning up, we looked at the bed we had used. It was Tabbi’s! Jacq and I looked into each other’s eyes and started to laugh. Then we started making the bed and getting it back to the condition we found it in.

When all was right, we went to Jacq’s bed and curled up in each other’s arms.

The next morning, the feel of another blowjob awakened me. I thought to myself "I can’t believe Jacq wants to start again. Who knows when Tabbi might come back."

When I opened my eyes, I saw the cute, short blonde sliding the entire length of my cock in and out of her mouth. I looked around and saw the other three sitting around watching!

"Tabbi saw you had a hard-on, and didn’t want to leave you in that condition." Jacq told me.

"Uh, Tabbi, the reason men wake up with hard-on’s is because we have to pee first thing in the morning. We ain’t just horny." I informed the group.

"That’s O.K." Christy chimed in, "She just like to suck dick. Give her a load and make her happy."

"It’ll never happen. I’ve never had a girl make me cum in her mouth. She may as well let me use the can."

I was surprised that through all this conversation, Tabbi just kept on sucking. What a cool slut.

Tabbi kept going for thirty minutes while the rest of us talked. Finally Dorothy started getting impatient and said "If you’re not gonna cum, just pee in her mouth so we can get a rental car and get back to L.A."

When Tabbi heard that, her eyes got this "Oh, goody we get to open our X-Mas presents!" look.

"Are you sure you’re O.K. with this?" is asked her.

She nodded her head and never missed a beat.

"O.K., you asked for it." I told her and started to pee.

Slowly at first, I didn’t want to drown her, but when I saw that she was having no problem, I let loose and the trickle turned into a torrent.

Her friends began to laugh and point as the sexy blonde struggled to keep up with the continuous flow, but she did it.

It took some time for the flow to slow, and as it did, she looked at me with a disappointed look. The slut wanted more, but alas, there was no more.

When I was finally done, she took her mouth off my now limp cock and left for the bathroom to brush her teeth. I covered up with a sheet and continued to talk with the ladies.

They were gonna rent a car and drive to L.A. I was told that I could finish cleaning up before I had to get back on the road for home.

Jacq and I exchanged numbers and e-mails, but so far we have never been able to get together to see if we could recreate the magic we shared that one night.



Good Samaritan



My ex had been, and still is, fantastic in bed. The reason she's an ex now is that she was a promiscuous, insatiable slut. When I came home to find her in bed with our next door neighbor, I decided to call it quits. Oh no it wasn't Bob Karey she was with, it was Sharon Karey. I had always suspected that she preferred women. So the outcome was that she and Sharon moved in with each other and Bob took off for parts unknown.

It's not to say we weren't still friends, Barbra and I, but living together was out of the question anymore. The only good thing about what we had was the sex. 

She, and sometimes Sharon, would stop over every couple of weeks just so she could get fucked. I guess she liked to switch once in a while so she could have a mans cock up in her tight cunt instead of a women using a dildo on her. And quite frankly she loved to suck cock so it worked out well for me too. 

There wasn't any agreement, it was just that she claimed that no other man knew how to satisfy her and I did. I think it was just because she didn't want to go out hunting, and we were good together. 

She would generally call me on my cell about five on a Friday evening and ask if she could stop by, usually around ten. Then I'd play my game of "get even," by telling her I had a date, or that something had come up and I couldn't make it.

That would drive her crazy and she sometimes actually would break out in tears. Her need to be fucked was something she couldn't do without and I was her pacifier, if you want to call it that.

Often she'd call during the week and ask for phone sex. You know, she'd have me describe what we used to do together and she'd masturbate while I'd reminisced. 

I have to admit that I would join in and jerk off too if I felt the need, and she'd listen to the sounds of my hand going up and down my well oiled cock and I'd have to listen to her moans as she began panting and squealing aloud that she was cumming.

When I suggested she find some other guy to service her, she claimed that I was larger than the other guys she had tried and probably, a bit thicker than average. She also seemed to like the fact that I'm cut and claimed that she liked the additional friction as I penetrated her.

So you see, I wasn't exactly starved for sex and that explains most of what happened last week.

I had just dropped of some manuscripts with my publisher and was going down in the elevator. On the way down a young girl got on and had tears in her eyes. She came on at the third floor and that's where the modeling agencies have offices. She was beautiful well beyond average, and I sort of felt sorry for her. I don't know really why, but I handed her my handkerchief and she blotted her eyes. 

Those eyes were this blue green that always made me melt and her body was lithe and supple. I astonished my self by asking her out for a drink and I was further surprised when she looked up at me and said, "sure, I'd like that."

I thought she might hesitate when I asked her if she wanted to follow me in her car or ride in mine. She smiled and explained she had come on a bus and wouldn't mind riding with me. Most girls don't agree to get in a strangers car after just meeting a them in an elevator five minutes earlier.

I took her to a quiet lounge I frequent. It was located just about three blocks away so I drove there. Arriving we went in. Taking a seat in a booth we both ordered Stingers. She appeared to be about nineteen or twenty and had that sort of face that's always childlike and so innocent. Her honey blonde hair was shoulder length and fashioned so it sort of curved in to frame her face.

I finally got up the courage to ask why she was so upset. Her lower lip quivered as she pushed a portfolio across the table, before explaining.

"I'm a secretary in a company near here, but the pay isn't very good and it's difficult to make ends meet. I was hoping to get a modeling job. That's my portfolio. They want me to include some nude poses and they said that they'd consider me if I add some. I never did a nude photo session. I cant afford to go to a studio and have those kinds of pictures taken."

I opened the folder and thumbed thru the pictures. The most revealing photos were in a bikini and she was truly beautiful. Flawless skin and perfect in every way. Her stats were impressive too. 5'5", 34B, 25, 36. I looked up at her again.

Breaking the silence I began. "Look I could loan you enough to get some pictures taken. How much would it take?"

She looked into my eyes and asked. "How could you? I mean what if I couldn't pay you back. No that's not a good Idea, but thanks."

She looked so woefully sad that I started to push the issue.

"Do you have an agent? I mean someone who might be able to help?"

Tilting her head slightly down she murmured. "No I thought I could do this myself."

That broke my heart. I ordered another round and somewhere between the drinks and seeing how depressed she was, I offered the loan again but told her she wouldn't have to repay it. She smiled up at me again, but still refused.

At that point she began asking more personal questions about me and during that conversation I told her about my failed marriage and what I had found my wife doing behind my back. I even told her about my ex's visits just to be satisfied on occasion, and that she sometimes brought her girlfriend along.

Our next stop was to this little Italian restaurant to have dinner. More drinks and light conversation over a lobster dinner and she seemed to perk up. 

A pianist had begun playing background music and the songs were sort of those slow tunes that people slow dance to, so I asked her if she wanted to dance. At first she told me she wasn't a good dancer, but finally gave in and got up. I took her to an intimate corner and we began dancing.

Ever notice that when a couple dances two things happen? Another couple got up and now the pianist began playing all dance music. 

I looked down at her as she snuggled close to my chest and I asked..."Care to give me your name? On the folio it said you were Cherie but is that your real name?"

"Unh hunh she mumbled, it's real. Cheryl really, but I like Cherie, it sounds sort of sexy. What's yours?"

"Brad," I answered. "And that's real too. I guess it's short for Bradley."

She giggled and snuggled even closer. She looked up and whispered, "I like that, it's sort of a sexy name too."

Her hand slid from my shoulder across my back and moved up to the nape of my neck. She pressed her firm breasts a bit harder against my chest and letting my hand go, reached behind her and took my hand pushing it slightly down so it rested a bit below the hollow of her back. Almost on her ass. Then again she took my free hand.

She was melting into me. Her body moved still closer and every so often she shifted her body slightly so her pussy would press against the front of my thigh. When the pianist took a break we gathered her folio and went to the bar.

Two more rounds and she was slurring slightly and I thought I'd better get her home. She was becoming rather affectionate and being considerably older than she was, I was uncomfortable. People were beginning to watch us.

In the car she cuddled close to my side and her left hand rested on my thigh. I held still and tried not to notice, but my cock would have none of that, and began to respond. She knew it. 

She gave directions and I tried to concentrate, but we missed one turn because she was now squeezing my cock thru my slacks. 

Almost humming she looked up at my face and in a velvety low voice murmured. "Your getting big Brad. Do I excite you? Do you like me to hold you like this? Would you like to have me............ You know, suck you off?"

It was getting out of hand and I just murmured, "Some other time. Right now lets just get you home, Ok?"

That didn't stop her and before I knew it she had my erect cock out and in her warm hand.

"My god Brad. Oh my god your huge. I can't believe it."

I had to stop her. "Look Cherie. Some other time. If you keep playing like that we're going to have an accident. I think we've had a bit too much to drink. Lets just behave ourselves. OK?" 

She giggled. "Just a little kiss, ok. Right on its head."

And before I could answer she had the head of my cock in her mouth and gave it a loud slurpy suck.

That was just as I was pulling up to her place and I managed to get her under control. I practically had to carry her in and I held on to her as I unlocked the front door. Inside she tugged me down the hallway to her bedroom and sat down on the bed. Leaning back she whispered. Undresh me. I wanna suck you. Undresh me and let me suck it. Please?"

I was willing to help her undress but she was too looped to even know what was going on and that's not the way things work, at least with me. I shouldn't have let her drink so much and felt sort of protective of her and could never let anything happen.  

I helped her out of her blouse and skirt. She didn't wear a bra. She didn't need one. She had on white panties and I intended to leave them on and just cover her but she insisted on taking them off too. 

I stood there gawking. Her body was flawless. No tattoos or even a freckle or blemish. Nothing but perfection. Even her cunt was perfect. Everything firm and tight. It was nestled within a very fine peach fuzzy patch. Almost juvenile in its perfection.......I hesitated for a moment. I could so easily take her but I couldn't do it. I covered her and quietly left.

When I got home I found her folio on the back seat of the car. I'd have to return it tomorrow. Going inside I found Barbara in my bed. I was pissed and asked why she hadn't called before coming over.

"Your phone was off. You turned your phone off and I needed that cock of yours sooooo bad Brad." Then she looked down. "Your fly is open. Your feeling horny too. I can tell. You're all ready for me."

I hadn't zippered my fly up after Cherie had opened it. I never noticed it open.

Well, I figured that since I was still feeling horny about my little near episode with Cherie, Barbara would be second best. I undressed and went to her. As usual the first thing she wanted was to suck cock so I stood by the bed as she slid to the floor and took my shaft and put it to her lips. 

"You using aftershave on your cock baby? It smells sort of good but....... Oh hell I don't give a shit just let me get you're cock ready for a real good time sweetheart. You know I can't do without it."

I stood stark still and let he mouth do its magic. I thought to myself.......Cherie's perfume. She smells Cherie's perfume on my cock. 

For the second time in less than an hour I had my hard dick in a beautiful woman's mouth and I decided to fuck this bitch until she was satisfied. 

Barbara shaves her cunt. Always has and probably always will. Her friend Sharon likes her that way and so do I. But I couldn't get Cherie's tight little pussy out of my mind. 

The tight little slit nestled in that fuzzy patch excited me almost more than Barb's clean shaven cunt. 

Now she had me up. Seven and a half inches of thick hard cock stood out, aimed at the ceiling when slowly she rose and laid on the bed.

That was her way of telling me she was ready for me to go down on her. Her legs splayed wide presenting her hot juicy cunt for me to lap, and I laid slightly to her side and lowered my lips to her parted womanhood. She rolled to her side, one leg held up, while my cheek rested on the inner thigh of her other leg. 

She took my cock back into her mouth and we began. Barb gets wet in a flash and was now trickling her syrupy clear fluid into my mouth. I worked my tongue up and down the length of the valley formed between the outer folds of her puffy cunt. 

My arm under her leg, found her ass, and my finger began to stroke the tiny puckered star. She sighed and began rolling my balls in her palm as she sucked my cock more fiercely. 

When I moved my pursed lips to her clit, she let go of my cock and whimpered. "Not yet. Not yet. Oh my god it's coming....... Getting close now. Yeah, oh yes, yes Brad I am baby.. Now I am. Oh god you are good. Your so fucking good.

I'm so accustomed to her that I can set her off in a matter of seconds, and I knew what she needed and yet I was so churned up by thoughts of Cherie, that I was afraid that I might be too fast even for myself.

Just at the instant she began to tremble and thrusting her cunt hard against my face, I began to cum. I couldn't even get a breath to warn her, but that worked to my advantage because she never heard me gasp, "Cherie," under my breath.

Barbara sucked and swallowed. She was good at that and it was her turn on to know that the intimacy of doing it, kept me on a sexual high. Doing that insured that I'd stay hard for what was to happen next.

Twisting around she laid on her back with her legs pulled up hard. Her knees just outside of her breasts, she was almost folded double. I moved to her ass and knelt. Slowly I lowered my cock and slid it into her gash and found her opening. 

Effortlessly I entered. She purred. Letting out a long sigh as I began to piston in and out. Within seconds she was groaning and gasping..... "I love it! Make me cum Brad. I need it."

Now making those soft mewing sounds, she began to pant. The longer I drove my cock in and out the more she began to quiver and squirm. Soon she was beginning to writhe, tossing her body and rolling left and right. Her legs suddenly straightened out and lifted. 

Sobbing aloud she moaned. "Yeah.... Oh yes, Yesss, I'm cumming. Oh fuck I'm gonna do it. I'm cumming all over your cock. Fill me up. Deeper. Yeah baby, just like old times. Give me cock, more cock like that!"

I drove in deep and fast until she threw her arms out wide and had climax after climax when, in a husky voice, she moaned: "I can't cum anymore. I can't make it anymore Brad. Just let me rest a minute." 

I pulled out with a soft sucking sound and stood up. She rolled over and took my cock in her mouth and licked her own juices off making those salacious sucking sounds. Then her panting slowed stopped and she turned her ass to me and spoke.

"Ok, I'm ready. Do it again. I'm ok now. I can take it honey. Do it like you always liked. Ram it in deep and pull all the way out and shove it back in deep. I want to feel you stretching my nasty cunt open for you.. I always liked it rough."

That meant she wanted to be spanked hard and have her hair pulled. Leaning back I stood about six inches behind her butt and each time I pulled out, I'd slap her ass as hard as I could just at the instant I drove my cock back in. And all she would do is sob. 

"More, yeah like that, hurt me. Give it to me nasty like that. Oh god your so fucking big and thick, I love it! Make me cum again Brad. Do it to me more!"

She came two more times before asking me to stop. We washed up and she dressed while I made us a nightcap. Then she left.

The next morning around ten I went back to Cherie's place with her folio. She probably expected me because she was all dressed up with her makeup on and her hair done up in that cute pixy style. She had opened the door and gave me an apologetic sort of look. Almost like a small child trying to say I'm sorry with her eyes.

I walked in and turned to her with my hand outstretched, offering her the folio. Her eyes never broke contact with mine as she asked: "did we? You know did we fuck? I mean this morning I woke up with nothing on. You saw me like that and I wondered, did we make love?"

I shook my head no, and explained what had happened. Strangely she seemed sad about it. Then her face brightened and she practically danced across the room and lifted a package. "It's my brothers camera. We can take those pictures they want and it won't cost me anything. Then she paused and looked seriously at me.

"You will help me won't you. I mean you saw me undressed and all so I know I wont be uncomfortable if you taking the pictures. Please, oh please Brad. It will be good with you taking them and we can do it in the back yard or bedroom anywhere, please, pretty please, Brad."

No one could refuse, not the way she looked and with her hair all done up and makeup on she was obviously prepared. I nodded and she broke out in a bright smile. I fumbled with the camera and went to a table and checked it out. When I turned back to her I was a little shaken to see her standing there in the middle of the room totally nude.

"Notice anything different Brad?"

I looked her up and down as she pirouetted for me. "Nooooo your just as beautiful as ever, just perfect in every way."

"I shaved it, my pussy," she gushed. "Look, I shaved it just for you and for the pictures. They like it that way, don't you? Did I do something wrong?"

I felt flushed. I don't know how to handle this little minx. I told her I loved it and it was sooooo sexy. But the reason I was so flushed was because I couldn't take my eyes off her pussy now that she had given me an excuse to stare at it. 

In my minds eye I was licking and lapping at that tight little envelope. I was actually starting to tremble, and my cock was beginning to do its own thing,... swell up.

I didn't say a thing.... She was doing all the talking until she saw my reaction. 

Now she was staring at my crotch and a hungry look came over her face. She paused and offered a suggestion.

"Maybe if you got me sort of sexed up and all, the pictures would be better, you know more erotic. Do you think you could undress and do the pictures like that, with nothing on?

Again that pleading look and again I melted. Shit I couldn't say no to her if my life depended on it.

I set the camera down and began to undress. She watched intently. I was embarrassed because I was now semi erect and weeping precum. I tried to stop it by wiping it off with my palm but as soon as I did, another droplet formed.

"Oh my god. Oh your big. It's starting to stand up. Oh that's so,...... so hard looking. Brad........ will you cum from it getting that way?"

I had to laugh, not loud, just a low chuckle as I softly announced, "Nooo Not without help Cherie."

Can I, you know go down and kiss it? Like in the car last nigh? I remember that. Could we do that again?"

I changed the subject. "Lets get back to the pictures Cherie. You're probably as sexed up as we need and I think we better do what we started."

I followed her into the back yard and she began posing. She was good, and with the sunlight illuminating her body she was perfect. I must have take fifty or sixty pictures in various poses. By now I was nearly back to normal. 

Her next choice for taking more pictures was back in the living room. We paused so she could make some drinks and relax. Well maybe she relaxed but the way she was sitting was less than settling for me. She took her drink and sat on the love seat. Once settled in, she positioned herself provocatively with her legs parted.

Lifting the glass she sipped the drink and began fondling herself. It was a sex tease of sorts and she was getting to me. I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was flawless. And now stroking her body with her fingers gracefully flowing across her breasts and pussy it was almost as if she were some sort of hula dancer gracefully touching and imitating the flow of the waves on some tropic island. 

I was becoming aroused again. She was doing it deliberately. It was seduction at its finest. One moment she acted childlike. The next she was a well controlled seductress, and I was becoming uncomfortably aroused. There was no way of hiding it, and as she saw my reaction, she became more daring.

Sort of moving snakelike she would turn and hold her ass and pat it. Next she would turn and fondle her nipples, pulling gently at them until they became swollen and erect. Now running the tip of her tongue around her lips she reached down and spreading her legs wide, and held the lips of her cunt apart, watching my face, her eyes calling me to taste her.




Good Samaritan



I never looked down at my lap. I knew cock was standing rigid. It had started to ache. 

Slowly she stood and slinked over to stand in front of me. 

Her husky low silky voice whispered. "I'm going to have you, you know. And you want me just as much as I want you. Feel my hand on your cock? You want to fuck me don't you? You want to feel my tight little cunt sucking you in, don't you? You want to taste me and drink my wetness, isn't what you want Brad? Tell me."

There was no way I could have lied. I stared into those blue eyes and let out my breath, gasping a low, "Yeah, I do."

She smiled. Her hand began to stroke my cock and she leaned forward and rubbed he erect nipples against my chest. I reached down and slid my hands over her hard little ass and then up her back and under her arms, ending up with her breasts in my palms.

Each was a perfect hand full, My palms rubbed across the nipples, urging them to become fuller and more sensitive. She let out her breath. A sort of sigh as I moved my fingers to pinch and tug on the her thimbles of sensation. She continued to stroke me and rub her palm over the head of my cock. My precum coated her warm hands and she used it to wet my entire shaft.

Her eyes locked with mine and she asked: "Now? Let me get on my knees and taste you. You want me to do that don't you? You want to feel my tongue running around and round your thick cock don't you? You want to fuck my mouth and feel it don't you?"

I leaned back against the bar and looked into her eyes again. It seemed almost as if she were pleading and yet she knew I was lost to her. She felt my cock each time it twitched and jerked as her palm ran over its head. She was irresistible.

Without saying anything more, she slowly slid to her knees and tugged my cock down. I didn't watch, I felt. I stared ahead, not seeing, and yet knowing in my mind what she was doing. I knew her left hand was cupping my balls. I knew her other hand was at the base of my cock. I knew she was bobbing her head.

Now she would pause, and lick my balls and draw her tongue up along the underside of my cock. Again the sensation of her lips pursing and forcing the rim of its head to enter her hot mouth. 

Suddenly she tried to take it deeper and I felt my shaft press against the very back of her throat. I sensed her gag, and yet she continued for a moment longer before drawing back. Now I had to look down. I couldn't help but watch. 

Moments later she let my dick slip out of her mouth and spring up. She smiled and panted. God your big, my jaws ache. I know where we can put it now. Come with me. Come on Brad...In my bedroom. I want you to have me there and use me until your satisfied.

I felt like a fool following her down the hall. My cock stood up and swayed with each step I took, and it looked obscene. Once inside the room she went to her bed and sat. Then she swung her legs up and stretched out. Inching up she lay with her head on her pillow and centered her body in the middle.

I had hesitated. Watching her lithe body prepare itself for me. And she looked at me and said only one word. "Come."

I went to her and positioned myself between her ankles. She spread her legs wide. Her heels slid along the sheets as she drew them up to her ass. Then she lifted them as she folded her body, bringing her knees up to her breasts. Her arms opened wide and reached out, beckoning me to move over her.

I inched forward on my knees. Now my cock rested on her tight flat abdomen and I leaned forward and extended my arms. I lowered my body and with her breasts against my chest, I moved my lips to hers.

Her arms folded around my neck. Her lips parted and she stabbed her tongue deep into my mouth. Her lips captured mine and she sucked. Our tongues did an erotic dance and she began grinding her cunt against my shaft. 

Minutes later the kiss ended and with panted urgency she gasped. "Now, I want to feel it in me. Don't wait. Oh god Brad, fuck me. I need it."

I straightened out and again knelt between her soft thighs and my eyes went from her face, down to her breasts and lower to the tight little crack that held her warm wet portal.

Suddenly I made a choice. A decision. I wanted to give her more than she had hoped for. I inched down towards the foot of the bed and lowered my mouth to her cunt. My fingers slid into the cleft and parted the puffy mounds and my mouth glanced against the hot pink membranes within. My tongue extended and I made a long sweeping lap from the very bottom right up to her clit.

She inhaled and gasped. I did it again and again. Now her gasps had turned into more.. She began to squeal and groan. Her cunt began to slowly undulate up and down. The muscles of her ass began to contract and release. 

I stabbed my rolled tongue into her void and drew the sapid fluid to my mouth, sucking and draining her. She began to writhe, slowly rocking her body. Now I moved up slightly and my fingers moved under my chin and entered her hot portal. 

I trapped her swollen clit between my lips as my fingers curled up and stroked her "G" spot. As I sucked her clit, my tongue began to flutter over it and my fingers moved in and out of her cunt.

She continued to pant but now she was pounding her fists on the bed. Thump, thump... thump. 

Slowly her writhing and twisting stopped. She dug her heels in and lifted her ass, heaving up against my mouth.

She took a deep breath and shrieked, "God........ Oh my god. Oh, oh, oh my god. Yeah, oh my god don't stop! Oh shit don't stop. I want it. I love it! Oh my god Brad don't stop."

Her arched back wavered, supported by the back of her shoulders and her heels. She stopped squealing and began panting, trying to catch her breath. Then she slowly folded up and relaxed.

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck that was good. For gods sake Brad fuck me now. I need it more. I want it...oh hell I REALLY NEED IT! Fuck me now."

Having felt her cum against my mouth had me at full tilt and I again inched forward.

Holding my cock I looked down at my target. The peach colored cunt had changed to a swollen puffy and engorged crevasse.

I forced my cock down and began nudging it into the valley, seeking the soft portal. Finding it, I flexed the muscles of my ass and slowly moved down and in.

It was frightenly tight. I pulled back. I didn't want to stop but I knew I had to go very slowly. Again I tried to move in. This time a bit deeper before retreating again. 

I was watching her face. She was staring at the ceiling and panting. Her breast heaving up and down with each breath. Her hands opened and closed like claws grasping the blanket. Again I moved in. 

Her legs moved further apart. Her folded knees dropped sideways giving me more access. Now I was perhaps half way within her tight cunt. It was nerve wracking. Impulse wanted me to plunge in deep, judgment told me to be careful.

My god she was tight. And even as I paused with my cock no more than several inches within, I felt her clenching and relaxing around my shaft. She was very small and petite and my cock was a bit much for her. I was so horny I wanted to go on but had second thoughts. 

She noticed my pause and tilting her head down she stared at me and moaned......."Give it to me. Shove it in......All of it! All the way in."

Now caution took second place to my needs, as well as hers. Again I slowly thrust and felt the heat of her cunt extend further up the length of my cock. 

Moments later I felt the head of my shaft pressing against her cervix. Looking down I still had exposed cock showing. Slowly I began pistoning in and out and soon I felt my balls tapping against her ass.

Watching her expression as I fucked her, she seemed to be lost in sensations. Her mouth would open slightly as she breathed and her eyes, at first as large as saucers, now were staring off into space. Her hands now clutched her nipples and were slowly twisting and tugging at them.

She began moaning, almost under her breath. Unh, unh, unh.... Yesss, oh yesss, like that... Feels good. Yeah, like that. Then lowly she let out a sigh and began thrusting back her chest and face became flushed and she began huffing and drawing rapid breaths and letting them out.

She had been pulsing and clamping on my cock ever since I had first entered her and now she was flooding my cock with clear syrupy fluids. Further thrusting was churning it to a creamy coating and a collar of white froth formed at the base of my cock.

She was so snugly wrapped around my cock that I was afraid I might finish before her so I varied my thrusting. Then I felt her clamp down so hard I had to force my cock back in deep. She suddenly went rigid and her legs straightened out and shot straight out, hovering above the bedding. Her abdomen tensed and began to quiver.

She let out a long sob then whimpered aloud.

"OH MY GOD! I'TS COMING. IT'S GOOD! NOW! NOW I'M.............I'M CUMMINGGGG. Oh, oh, it's soo good, yeah I am, oh god I am, now!"

I began to speed up and started pounding in and out so fast my thrusts had to be shortened. There was a soft pat, pat, pata, pat. as my thighs smacked against the backs of hers. That's when I lost it.

I let out a grunt and with husky low voice announced, 'I'm gonna shoot. Oh baby here it comes Cherie. Take it, TAKE IT NOW!"

"Yaaah, give it to me. I want to feel it. Squirt in me. Shoot, shoot! Shoot in me. Gimmee it Brad........... Oh god... I feel it,.... oh my god I can feel it filling me!"

Holding my cock trapped, I fell atop her quivering body and pressed my mouth to hers. I breathed her breath and gave her mine.

Minutes later I rolled off her now pacified body. 

Although still semi hard I pulled out and quickly replaced my cock with tissues. Within seconds a huge quantity of our mixed cum followed and slumped down following the crack of her ass. As I daubed it up she began to giggle.

She commented: "My god your big. Oh it felt fantastic but next time I'll be prepared."

I smiled as I asked: "Next time?"

Doing that thing with the tip of her tongue wetting her lips she went on. "You know that once is never enough. Wasn't it good for you? I sort of lost control somewhere along the line, but I wanted it to be good for you too. It felt so good I couldn't stop. I had wanted to sort of have you pull out a couple of times and let me suck your cock but I lost myself in the feelings of what you were doing to me."

Could we........... Er... take some more pictures now? I mean I wouldn't want any that showed your face but I would love to have a few of me sucking your cock. I mean......... no one would ever believe me just telling them."

Red flags went up. "Who would you be showing. You know this isn't something you can put in your folio Cherie."

"Oh no, she countered, my best girlfriend, Tiffany, is all. You know I was sort of a virgin until an hour ago. I only used my black dildo and the handle of my brush until today. She wouldn't believe me unless I showed her."

I really didn't like where this was going and asked. "So a picture of you with a cock in your mouth is proof that you just got laid? That doesn't really qualify, does it?"

She pondered it for a moment before making her next suggestion.

"Well could we set the camera over there on the dresser and point it down. Use the timer and shoot a picture of me facing the camera and just the lower part of your body with your cock in my cunt."

I had to say no. This was getting out of control.

She had an answer for everything.......

"You know when you lose your virginity it's really traumatic for a girl and it's something she wants to always remember......... please.... Pretty pleeese Brad."

"Will you do it if I suck you off and make you cum for me? I'll be good really I will."

At that point I didn't want to negotiate. Having her suck me until I came in her mouth wasn't exactly the most exciting thing that I could imagine, but I decided to play with her.

I countered, "My ex does that every time we get together and it's just part of lovemaking. It should never be a reward or anything. Just something you want and enjoy, just like it was when I went down and did your cunt with my mouth. I enjoyed that and it wasn't a reward or anything."

She looked at me with that pouty expression but I could see her mind working.

"Well you took my virgin pussy and liked that...... What if I offered my virgin ass? Would you like that too?"

Sort of bragging I asked: Do you really think you want my cock stretching your butt open? Think about it.

She looked down at the floor then raising her face looked squarely at me, almost daring me she said: "Sure. I could get off on that. I know I could. And maybe I'd be better than that ex wife of yours ever was or could be. I'm still tight and she can't be. Not after spending time as your wife and having you fuck her all the time."

I looked at her. She was a daring little thing but I didn't think she could do it and quite frankly it wasn't one of my favorites so I went for her alternative. I'd fuck her then let her have the pictures she wanted.

Now we moved to the living room. She had me lay on the couch while she sighted the camera where she wanted. Then returning with the camera's remote she took my position on the couch and had me look thru the view finder to see where she was focusing.

It looked ok to me so I knelt between her legs as she tilted her body slightly towards the camera.

"OK, I'm ready. Get it in me. Slow Brad, I'm still a little sore. Yeah, just the head, yeah, that's good. Tilt back so we can get a picture of you in me and my whole body and face."

The flash went off.

She looked back at me and gave me the remote. 

"My god you feel good again. Could you do me doggy style? I mean I could kneel here on the cushion with my arms on the back and you could stand on the floor and fuck me from behind."

She wasn't quite as slippery as earlier so I reached for the oil and spread it in the valley of her cunt. Then I put the lube over my cock and advanced. She had learned to relax and now I slid into the tight opening without having to tease my way in. 

As soon as she felt my hips up against the cheeks of her ass she looked over her shoulder and began rocking back and forth. Perhaps a minute later she announced: "I'm close......Keep going..... Not yet.... It's......... Oh god I am. Now! Now cum with me. Now I'm finishing...OOOOOooh BABY It feels so good."

I was trying to catch up when my cock slipped out. I reached down and grabbed it, trying to get it back in. I was an inch too high and I heard her squeal. By that time I had penetrated just within the tiny puckered ring of her ass. I stopped and held perfectly still.

She must have sensed what I was going to do and sobbed over her shoulder. Don't you dare. Your in. Just let me catch my breath a moment.... Ok now go slow but push it in. It's ok now. Oh Fuck it feels so big."

I looked down. Maybe she didn't realize it, but she had seven and a half inches of thick hard cock buried deep in her ass already, and there was no more to come. Thank god I had oiled up my cock. That's probably why it happened but now nothing was left except to fill her with my load.

I seesawed back and forth. In and out again and again and she supported herself on one arm as she used the hand of her other arm to massage her cunt. This time we came together and our sighs of satisfaction mixed. We came together.

That night my Cherie and I stayed together. Although sore and swollen she straddled my body, inched her knees up till they were just under my arms and leaned forward and grasped the headboard for support.

My mouth soothed her with kisses and my probing tongue tasted our remaining sex. The pictures were chosen and added to her folio. Her girlfriend was convinced and I told my ex to get lost. 

Cherie moved in with me, but now I had to contend with a jealous ex wife and Cherie's friend, Tiffany. You simply can't satisfy everyone all the time.

PostScript:

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Midnightfalcon



Good Samaritan



"Awwww, so close and denied!," she sneered. She eased out the dildo.

"You were so close to cumming. I could tell how you tensed up.... So close.... Did you want to cum?"

She pulled up a chair next me, sat down, her head close to mine.

"I'm going to release you now. I don't think this is what you wanted or expected. You can get dressed and leave.....or..."

My mind was racing....what more could she do/....i wanted to fuck her...but not if she didn't want it to....

"Or what?" I asked.

"Or maybe I'm wrong...maybe you want to stay and continue....do you," she asked with a bit of a smile on her face.

"Yes, I do," I responded. She leaned in again and kissed me on the cheek. "Good, because there's so much more for you to experience," she replied.

She rose and unbuckled the restraints. "Get up slowly. You're stiff and you might fall," she said.

I sat up on the table, a bit disoriented.

Ann offered me a glass of water. 

"I want you to kneel on the floor over there with your chest resting on the bench. Extend you arms straight out.

I did as she asked. She then fastened my wrists with more restraints. "Now you might think you can stand up, but we'll take care of that." She proceeded to slip something over my scrotum and pull down, maintaining the tension. She came around and sat, cross-legged in front of me where I could look at her. She smiled. "Your balls are secured by a parachute. You can't move, can you. You'll have to stay very still or you'll hurt yourself. I see you staring at my legs. Are you trying to steal a look at my pussy? Are you hoping I'll shift position and you might get a look?"

All I could see were her legs in black hose, the robe covering her a few inches above her knees. Her crossed leg extended and she put her foot up close to my face. 

"Do you like hosiery? Touching a woman's leg with them on? I bet your favorite spot is the top of the nylon where the thigh is exposed. You're wondering if I have pantyhose on or a garterbelt. Do you want me to show you? Maybe just a peek?"

I told her it excited me and I would so like to see her legs.

"Isn't this enough?," she asked, wiggling her toes in my face. "Go ahead, lick my toes. I like that. I'd really like you to suck them, but the stockings are in the way. Should I remove them? Will you suck them for me?"

She swiveled around in the chair. My view of her was blocked, but when she turned back, one leg was bare.

"There now, let's see how you can suck my toes.' She proceeded to put her foot up to my mouth and parted my lips with her big toe.

"Do a good job...that's it...in between...get them all...it excites me to watch you suck them...and it feels so good."

All the while I sucked, I hoped I'd get a look under the robe, but it never happened.

She pulled her foot away.

"You're still wondering what's under this robe, aren't you. Well, maybe I'll let you feel. Do you want to feel?"

"Yes, I do...let me...please," I begged.

She stood up, walked behind me out of view. I felt her rub up against my thigh.

"Feel it/...that's what you wanted to feel....it's me...and it feels good to rub against you...you want to touch it with your hands, don't you...it's damp, you know..."

She straddled my back and sat on me.

"there it is...a pity you can't see...can you feel the heat?....the dampness on your back..."

She stood up. "I'll be right back. I've got to throw a few bottles in the microwave."

Now I was confused. Did she have a baby here?....

Minutes later she returned and placed two bottles with nozzles in front of me.

She held one to my cheek. It was quite warm.

"Too hot? They're better when warm. You know what they are? They're called Fleet enemas. Portable. And you're going to enjoy them. I know I will."

"Ever have an enema? Maybe as a kid? Quite cleansing."

I told her I never did and was afraid of making a mess.

"Oh, you won't make a mess. I won't let you and you'd regret the consequences."

She proceeded behind me and I could again feel her at my ass. The tip was quite slim so there was no discomfort as she slid it in.

I could feel the warmth as it entered. Then a sudden surge as she squeezed the bottle, forcing more of it in. I groaned as it entered.

I began to buck, but was held I place by the parachute.

"Good boy. Don't want to lose the jewels." She squeezed again and I groaned louder.

"One down and one to go" she said.

"Nooo, please, no more," I begged.

"Told ya I was persistent" she laughed.

She proceeded to insert the second. This time she reached around and held my cock. "Does this take your mind off it?" She began to stroke my limp dick while she alternated between squeezes of the bottle and making me rigid.

"Confusing, huh?...getting filled up and getting hard?" 

"And now, to make sure of no mess..." She withdrew the nozzle and quickly popped in another buttplug. "Ahhhhh," I groaned, as it was put it place. She reached around under me and began massaging my stomach. "We're going to make sure it gets to all the right places."

"Feel those cramps yet? Since you can't get up, you'll just have to live with them."

I could feel the first wave building. "Please...let me go... I have to relieve myself....please"

She just smiled. "Oh you can't yet...not for at least a few more minutes...I know, how about if I release one of your hands, and, if you can get yourself off quickly, then you can go to the bathroom? Wanna try? Or maybe if I were to let you get me off by licking me, then you could go"

I was so confused....I could feel the next wave of cramps building up....so much pressure...yet I wanted to taste her...I wanted to cum....totally confused.

"You want me to let you go to the bathroom?....beg me....tell me what I can expect in return," she said.

"I'll do anything for you...lick you...fuck you...anything!!!...please let me up," I begged.

"Oh you'll do that for me anyway....something else..."

I was about to explode...what more could I do for her?

She walked behind me and gave a push on the plug a few times. "Feel that on your prostate?..."

With that, she released the parachute's chain, but left it around my balls. I began to stand up, but my hands were still secured.

"Please, I'm so close to losing it," I begged.

"But you won't...you'd be too embarrassed, wouldn't you...making a mess in here." 

She released one hand and secured the cuff to the parachute. Then the other to the parachute.

"Stand up and don't run. I'll be holding onto the chain."

I moved as quickly as I could to the bathroom. "sit down and don't release yet," she said as she knelt in front of me while I sat.

"Look at me. Does it embarrass you that I'm about to see you do this? You're going to expel in front of me."

With that, she released my cuffs. "Now, remove the plug, but don't release. Just sit there.:

I was ready to explode again, torn between embarrassing myself in front of her a relieving myself. I pulled out the plug and sat perfectly still.

"Good. Now when I walk through the doorway, release."

She stood up and walked to the doorway and stopped, looked back and smiled. "Ready?" Oh please get the hell out of here, I thought.

She then left and I just did what came natural. 

What seemed like an eternity later, I emerged from the bathroom, ego deflated for what I'd done in front of her.

"None the worse for wear, I hope," she snickered.

She was dressed differently. She had on a royal blue warp dress, tied at the waist, blue hosiery, and a leather belt.

Another piece of furniture was in the room, a chair with stirrups. Its back could be adjusted. There were restraints for wrists and legs.

I stood nude in front of her, parachute still in place.

She walked up to me. Again that scent of perfume. 

"Do you think my clothes too revealing?," she asked. "Yours are!" she laughed. She reached down and took the chain of the parachute. "This makes for a good leash" and she led me by the chain to the chair.

"Sit," she said, and positioned me so that I was slightly leaning back, feet in the stirrups, my ass exposed..

She secured my ankles in place and positioned the stirrups wide apart. Next, she placed straps around my chest so I could not lean forward or get up.

She sat on a stool in front of me and stared at my body.

"That cock of yours is a bit deflated. What can we do to get it hard? I bet if I sucked on it, I could get you hard, couldn't I? But I want to watch you get it hard."

She reached for some KY and dribbled some on my cock.

"take it and begin to stroke yourself. Stroke very slowly. And exactly as I say"

I began to rub the KY in and pump it.

"Look at me while you do it. Imagine it's my hand. Think of what we've done so far...how you would have liked to stroke when I was teasing your ass...or when I was stroking it while you held the enema."

I continued as she said, thinking and feeling it begin to grow. It was almost fully erect and I was getting close to cumming when she stopped me.

"Put your hands on the armrests" She secured them in place. She sat back down and lightly touched my cock, teasing it, keeping me rigid while she looked at me. She reached behind her and retrieved a small multitailed whip, maybe 8 inches long. She caressed my cock with it. 

Then she began twirling the whip closer and closer to my cock. When it made the first contact, it felt stingy. She continued, hitting the length of it. She then stopped and placed my cock in the palm of her hand. She stared into my eyes, then struck the blow. I screamed out, but she never looked away.

"How many can you take? I think three more."

She struck it again.and I screamed again..."Just 2 more..."

And again she hit it...and again I screamed and begged her to stop...

"Just one more...then it will feel better"

She struck it again, and my eyes teared up while my cock shriveled....

She released my cock and put the whip down. She brought her face close to mine, held my face and kissed me gently on the lips.

She continued to kiss me, tugging at my lips with hers, caressing my face.

"That hurt didn't it...but I'm going to make it feel better."

She took out some hand lotion and began to rub my cock gently.

"This will make you feel better..."

She rubbed the lotion in, putting some on my balls, gently squeezing, then back up to my cock, all the while looking in my eyes...

She then put a dollop on her finger and reached down to my asshole and began to rub around it.

She gently poked her finger in.

"I'm going to get you hard again..."

she continued with both hands, one in my ass, the other back and forth along my cock.

"You've wanted me to do this all night haven't you...you've wanted to watch me take your cock in my hand and stroke it...you didn't expect the added pleasure of feeling me in your ass while I did it though...but you see the price you had to pay to have it...was it worth it?...do you like when I touch you like this?...I feel you getting hard again...is it because of my finger in your ass? Or my rubbing your cock?"

"I like both," I said.

She withdrew her hands, wiped them off and proceeded to reach into the cabinet for a long handled rod with a ball on the end.

"I'm going to massage your prostate with this. The egg on the end is a vibrator and this rod is flexible, so it will slide right in."

She lubed it, reached between my legs and positioned it for entry. I felt it slide past my sphincter and rest against my gland.

She started the vibrator at a very low level, watching my reaction. I could feel the pleasurable sensation.

While she held the vibrator in place, she again took my cock in her hand and gently squeezed and released. The feeling was incredible.

"You're going to give me more fluid right in my hand."

She increased the vibrator speed and I looked down to see the fluid involuntarily drip from the head. She collected it on her fingers and smeared it on my face, putting her fingers in my mouth with the last.

She removed the vibrator and held my rigid cock in her hand again.

"It's time to whip it again," she said. I shuddered and told her "NO', but she took the whip in hand and held my cock in her other palm.

This time, she squeezed the base very tightly while she applied the strokes to the thickest part....one...two...three...

I was screaming at the third stroke, tearing up, when she stopped and again took my face in her hands and kissed me, this time a long, sensuous kiss...her tongue probing in my mouth.

"I can taste you," she whispered. "I can taste your cock juice."

She continued the kiss, and my tongue met hers.

She broke the kiss and reached for a glass. In it were ice cubes which she took in her hand and rubbed on my achy cock. I wasn't sure if it hurt or helped, but at least the whipping had stopped.

After a few minutes with the ice, she put it aside.

She stood up in front of me and removed the leather belt she was wearing.

"You've wondered what my body looks like all evening...shall I show you?"

I absolutely did and told her so.

She undid the tie of the dress and let it hang open. I could see she also wore a royal blue bra and panties with matching garterbelt. She was in fine shape for a woman her age. A few wrinkles here and there, but definitely healthy.

She sat back on the stool in front of me.

"Let's make it hard again." She began to caress it with her hand while she looked at me. Now and then she squeezed and pinched to see my reaction.

She stopped and reached for a hand held vibrator, the kind with multiple attachments, this one had the traditional tulip on it. She turned it on and began to massage my cock with it. She worked it all over, but when she held it over the head, that was the most stimulating. She knew that spot would get me off and didn't dwell there for very long. Now and the she would hold it against my scrotum, which was right on the edge of pain. She got the result she wanted, as my cock again became rigid.

She smiled at her work, put down the vibrator, leaned into me and kissed me very sensuously again. "How very excited you are. So hard. Ready for me. And I for you. You want to fuck me right now, don't you. You want to slide into me and cum inside me." She continued to tease me by telling me how she could imagine my cock in her, pumping her, all the while kissing me and nibbling. 

Then she stopped and reached for the whip.

I was again totally confused, thinking we were actually going to fuck...and she shifted gears again.

"This time, you will present it to me for whipping. You'll hold it in your hand, exposing only the head. You'll squeeze it tightly and make the head swell."

She released my left hand and put my cock in it.

"Squeeze tightly or this will go on for quite a while"

I held it tight, forcing the head to bulge.

She struck it once and I cringed.

"Again, and hold still"

She brought it down on the head again and I screamed for mercy..."Please no more"

She held my face up to her and she struck it again, watching the look on my face from the searing pain.

Again she dropped the whip and took my face to hers, kissing me.

She released the straps holding me and helped me to stand.

She held me close and for the first time, I held her.

"Slip my dress off." I did and continued our embrace, running my hands over her backside as we kissed.

Although my cock was sore, it began to rise, pressing against her.

Her hands came up and began to toy with my nipples, twisting them and tugging on them. When I reached for her, she pushed me away.

"No, not now. Open those 2 cabinet doors." As I did, I faced a mirror with 2 mirrors on either side of me.

"Move this bench in front of the mirror and kneel." She then slipped a blindfold over my eyes.

What seemed like an eternity was only a few minutes, I'm sure, but when she returned to me, I sensed she was in front of me, standing. She slipped the blindfold off me and I saw it. A Stratton she apparently had just put on.

"I'm going to fuck you with this, but first, I want to see how you can suck it. If you were having your cock sucked, how would you like it done. Show me."

She moved in closer to me and put it to my lips. She pulled my head to it and I let it slide in. I'd never done this before, so I took her direction to do it like I'd want it done. I licked around the head, along the underside, nibbling the head, running my tongue over the slit...

"Enough...it's time you were fucked properly. 'She walked behind me and I could see in the mirror as she applied lube to the shaft and then to my ass. I felt her slide a finger in, then another.

She positioned it at my hole and leaned into me. I struggled to take it, and she gradually worked it into me. I looked in the mirror at her as she put her hands on my hips and began to slowly withdraw....the enter again. The motion went on, her watching my face as she, now and again, moved it quickly, sending chills through me.

"tell me GJ...fast or slow...gentle or hard....you like me to fuck your ass don't you...and you like to watch me too...look to the side...watch it slide in you..."

she kept the motion up, alternating from fast to slow....hard to gentle....pulling my head back by the hair while she rode me....

Then she reached around me and took my cock in her hand and began to stroke it...

"You've wanted to cum....think you can?....I can make you cum, can't I?..if it touch you like this/...good baby?.....your dick is getting hard.....I want to see you cum...you're going to cum in my hand for me..."

she brought me closer and closer.....with her other hand, she reached around and held it in front of my cock while she vigorously stroked me, all the time, pumping my ass.

"It's time babe....cum for me...cum in my hand...."

I began to spurt wad after wad....never like this before...filling her hand...more than she could hold....even when I stopped spurting she continued to stroke me and fuck me....until finally she eased up. She released my cock and slowly withdrew from my ass.

I slumped over the bench, totally spent.

She, meantime came around the other side of the bench, sat down and put her hand in front of me...."Taste it...taste your cum...lick it....:she held her hand to my face while I licked at it....until finally she smeared the rest all over my face....

After we caught our breath, I just stared at her.

"It's been an evening, GJ...and you've been dominated...."

"Now tell me what it was for you"

I explained to Ann that it was everything I could imagine and more...both emotionally and physically challenging.

"Good experience then?" she asked.

"Definitely, and when that car acts up again, please call."

"Oh, you can be sure I will...maybe you could check my oil next time!"



Good Samaritian



It was late afternoon and he was driving home from work. He spotted a car on the center strip of the highway. It was one of those little sports cars that you see in the magazines. The hood was up and standing next to it was a woman. He pulled in behind her car and stopped.

Dressed in a dark business suit tailor tight, she looked like an executive from some Fortune 500 company. Her brown hair was done up in one of those tight french braids pinned to the nape of her neck. The wind of passing cars whipped a stray lock around. Her short skirt fit her ass like a glove. Long tapered legs were wearing white stockings, ending in black high heels. She was like one of those fantasy woman you saw on late night cable. You know, the kind you want to bend over the office desk and just fuck.

Mostly though he noticed her breasts. Large and firm, they pressed against the front of her blouse straining like they wanted to be free. She had her blouse unbuttoned low and that gave him plenty to see. He wanted to bury his head into that cleavage. She looked back at his truck, the sun reflecting off her mirrored sunglasses.

"What's wrong?" he asked getting out.

She shrugged and said, "It just stopped."

He walked up to the car and looked under the hood, checking to see if he could spot the trouble. As he looked around, his eyes kept being drawn her way. She was more beautiful up close than when he first spotted her.

Everything about her turned him on, but especially her breasts. When she bent forward he could see clearly down her blouse. It almost seemed as if she wore no bra, for he expected to see a wisp of lace as far as he could see. Nothing though. It was hot and a little bead of sweat was sparkling between her breasts. He wanted to lick it from her flesh.

Several times she caught him looking at her. Instead of being angry, she seemed pleased at the attention. She must not meet many men at the office who treat her like the beautiful woman she is, he thought.

After a couple of minutes he found the trouble. Somehow the wire on her distributor cap had come loose. He put it back on.

"Try it now," he said.

As she walked around to the driver's seat he followed. Was she putting more strut in her walk because he was watching he wondered, or was that just his imagination?

The motor started right up. She let it run for a minute then shut it off. Then she leaned back and reached for her purse on the passenger seat.

"Let me give you something for your trouble," she said.

Her movements caused her short skirt to ride up. First stockings, then the straps of a red lace garter belt were exposed. Her long legs and underthings are a delight to his eyes. What was it about sexy lingerie that turned him on so?

"No thanks," he said, smiling. "Just being a good Samaritan."

She turned back, money in hand and saw where he was looking. The two of them just froze, the sexual tension between them like electricity. She didn't make a move to cover up. In fact, did she slowly spread her legs a bit for his feasting eyes, he wondered. Taking off her mirrored sunglasses, she looked him in the eyes.

"I really should thank you somehow," she murmured.

Her tongue as if a mind of its own, slid out and licked her lips, moistening them. He felt himself start to grow hard, imagining what it would feel like to sink his hard cock into that moist and inviting mouth.

Suddenly she leaned forward, and grabbed the front of his shirt. She pulled him down and kissed him.

Her lips were hot, wet and oh so sweet. She must have been sucking on a mint because he tasted peppermint. With one hand she caressed the back of his neck, her manicured nails sparking shivers up and down his spine. He felt the other undo his belt and reach inside his pants. She didn't have far to go, slipping into split of his boxers. Her warm fingers grasped his hardening shaft and squeezed it gently. He moaned his lust into her mouth.

"Stand up," she ordered.

She pulled out his cock then, right there on the side of the road. He could feel her breath on his skin. Stroking him slowly, she licked at the head with her tongue and gave it little nibbles with her teeth. There was a weird surreal-ness to everything. He looked out over the roof of her little sports car as the other autos wizzed by, all the while in the driver's seat this beautiful and sexy woman gave him head.

He heard her moan. Looking down, he saw her pull up her short skirt exposing little white lace panties. She slipped a finger into the top of those panties and began to finger herself as she sucked his cock.

She pushed herself forward several times, until her face was pressed against his open pants, yet with all the clothing she couldn't get more than half his cock into her mouth. She growled with frustration, then to his surprise, she grabbed the top of his pants and pulled them down. The wind of passing cars fanned his naked butt and he swore that every car passing could see his nudity. Not that that would have stopped him though.

They could have been on the 50 yard line of the downtown football stadium packed with a crowd and still he would have let this woman suck him off!

Oh, she was good he thought, as her head bobbed back and forth. Her tongue swirled its way around the crown of his cock, then to his surprise she sucked his cock deep into her mouth, until he felt it hit the back of her throat. He expected her to stop there but then with a pop, his cock penetrated her throat until her nose tickled the hairs at the base of his cock. He felt her tongue slip out and lightly stroke his balls.

Suddenly a semi-truck thundered past. It shook them both out of their erotic daze. She pulled her mouth off of him, her lips glistening and wet.

"I want you now!" she said, pulling off her panties and tossing them into the car behind her.

She scooted back into the car and he followed. With one hand clenching his shirt, she pulled him forward and on top of her. With the other hand, she guided his hard cock to her waiting sex. That little sports car was hot and tight, but not as hot nor tight as the slit which swallowed his shaft. She was wet and he sunk balls deep with his first stroke.

He liked to take his time when he fucked, she had other ideas.

"Fuck me," she moaned. "Fuck me you bastard!"

He was sure she was having one continuous orgasm since he had entered her. She bucked, she purred, she scratched at his back with her nails, anything she thought would get him to fuck her the way she wanted it. Lewd, crude and hard. And he decided to do just that.

There wasn't much space but he had his weigh, for he was a big man, made bigger working construction, so dominating this woman was a simple matter of leverage. Being on top helped. He took one hand and grabbing her leg, he pulled it up until it pressed against her shoulder. Fucking her hard, he did the same with the other leg.

The tight space helped, that and the fact the hump between the seats pushed her back in a upward arc. It had to hurt the way the handle of the emergency brake pressed into her back, but frankly he didn't give a damned. He was going to fuck her pussy raw. She wanted it rough and he'd damned well give it to her.

Reaching down, he grabbed the front of her blouse. With a heave he pulled it open, popping the buttons loose. Her breasts were bare, for she wore no bra. And they were gorgeous. He buried his face between them. He took first one nipple, then the other in his mouth, biting them with his teeth.

"Oh damn it, fuck me!" she moaned.

Her arms were above her head, grasping the handle of the other door. Grasping it tight, he suddenly realized, like she was tied in place. He stopped his strokes, buried balls deep inside her pussy. With one hand he pinned her to the seat, holding her by the throat. Gently but with firmness she would understand. The other, he reached for his pants, and finding his belt, he pulled it loose.

He took the leather and slowly rubbed it against her cheek. Her eyes sparkled and she grinned. Damned, this is one kinky bitch, he though.

Quickly he wrapped the belt around her wrists and looped one end through the handle of the other door pulling it tight. She gave a soft moan at his rough treatment, and he felt her hips press upward, urging him to continue their fuck.

He gave the belt a sharp pull and at the same time shoved his cock into her wet pussy deep and hard. They both grunted at the force of the stroke. He kept at it, letting the frustration of his recent job give him the animal lust need to fuck her like she wanted, hard and rough.

Suddenly she shuddered and her body shook. Her eyes rolled up inside her head and she came. Her orgasm made her pussy quiver around his cock and he had a hard time not coming then himself. He tried everything he could think of and luckily was able to hold it. This bitch deserves a couple of orgasms before I'm done he thought.

It took a minute but soon she was smiling up at him. He started again, fucking her with deep hard strokes.

It didn't take long before she came again.

This time when she'd recovered she strained her head up until she could whisper into his ear.

"Fuck my ass," she begged. "Oh, fuck it, please."

It was his turn to smile. Her legs were up against her shoulders and her hands held tight to the far car door. He raised himself a bit, until he could see their crotches, and for a moment just enjoyed the sight of his hard cock splitting her tight pussy. She was shaved with a small brown strip and with all the fucking, her flesh glistened with sweat and her juices. He let his stiff cock slowly slide from her pussy, until just the head was inside her, then with his hand he grabbed himself.

He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her pussy, watching her hips wiggle at the feeling, then pulled it from her. Even though the suggestion was hers, he could tell she didn't want his cock to leave her. That's ok, he thought, I'll be in her again soon.

Just below her wet and willing pussy, the tight brown eye of her ass waited. He chuckled, hoping it was as tight as it looked. With his hand he aligned the head of his cock to her ass, made wet by the dripping juices of her pussy.

And it was tight too. He had a difficult time getting the head inside, but then it made it's entrance to her second hole and both of them groaned at the sensation. Cock inside her, he reached up, firmly grasped both her shoulders and pushed.

She screamed.

He laughed.

Looking down, his stiff cock three quarter of the way to being buried up her ass, he smiled and said, "Happy now bitch?"

She didn't answer but instead kissed him with a hunger profound.

He pulled his cock out until just the head remained inside her ass, then with a rough lunge shoved it back into her. Her eyes rolled again up into her head, and her body shook as another orgasm took her.

He keep his rough strokes up, but knew it wouldn't be long. Her ass was just too tight and warm. He swore he had never felt anything like it. She was moaning over and over and he felt his balls tighten. He knew this incredible encounter would soon end.

He smiled suddenly. He wasn't sure the tight confines of the car would let him, but as he neared his orgasm, he knew what he wanted to do. Just before the end, he pulled himself from her ass and then reaching forward, dropped his cock between her large and ample breasts. It didn't take more than a dozen strokes and he felt his orgasm spurt his wet come forth. It hit her on the chin and higher across the face, painting her white and shiny.

They both lay there for several minutes breathing hard before he had the strength to climb off of her. Standing in the car door, he pulled his pants closed.

She sat up and straightened her clothing, checking her face in the mirror. With one finger she wiped the streaks of come and pushed them into her mouth, sucking his sperm down. Once she had gotten it all, she took a tissue from her purse and gave her face a quick wipe.

Looking down at her ripped open blouse, she chuckled, and pulled the torn blouse closed. Reaching into the car, she picked up her panties. Pressing them into his hand, she kissed him lightly.

"Something to remember me by," she whispered.

Then she pulled shut the car door, started the motor and roared away.

He stood there for a moment, fingering the moist lace and smelling her perfume on his clothes. With a smile he got back in his truck.

See he hadn't put that distributor wire back on very tight. It just might come off again down the road...