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The Door

By: InYo



When I came home from work I was surprised to find her there, let alone in a good mood. My girlfriend and I had been fighting a LOT lately. My work was keeping me away more than I was home, and I know she felt neglected, because she told me so every time we were together. What did she expect? She wanted the finer things, and I had to work twice as hard to keep her Visa bill reasonable. She had gotten other outside interests to pass the time, clubs, organizations, and usually wasn't there when I came through the door. She met me at the door and said she had a surprise for me. As I took of my coat I watched her walk away, admiring her, how her calf muscles rippled as she clicked across the floor, her wiggling hips enticing me and making her ample breasts sway. She'd always been beautiful on the outside, that wasn't the problem. Lately she had gotten less desirable to me not from her looks but her attitude and indifference towards me. Tonight she was dressed to kill, in a short tight black sun dress, stockings and heels. If I knew her, she would have forgone the underwear. Her long brunette hair caressed the bare part of her mid-back as she moved.

As I entered the dining room I noticed she had set up an exquisite dinner, and was using all the best silver. I smiled at her and asked what the occasion was. As she answered me I saw a glint in her eye that I'd never seen before. "Just thought I'd try something new" she replied. I went up to her and leant over to kiss her, but she side-stepped deftly and motioned for me to follow her. I did so willingly, and we walked into the bedroom.

She had prepared here too, with candles alight everywhere so that the room seemed to dance. New silk sheets covered the bed, and I could see she had already attached the leather cuffs to the corner-posts of the bed. I smiled again when she motioned me over to the bed. I approached and stood in front of her, between her and the bed. She reached out and stroked her fingers along each shoulder. As I leant in for another kiss she pushed my firmly on my shoulders and I lost my balance and sat down on the edge of the bed. As I open my mouth to protest she put her finger to her lips and said "Get naked." I asked if the dinner would get cold, and she looked sternly at me and repeated "Get naked NOW". I laughed and thought, ok what the hell if she wants to be dominant tonight I'll go along. I quickly undressed and threw my clothes to the side as she walked over to a chair opposite the bottom of the bed. Sitting down she crossed her legs at the knees, allowing my a great view up her skirt and to the soft flesh above the tops of her stockings. She rested her arms along the chairs', and looked me in the eye. "I want you to jerk off, but not cum" she commanded. I was going to laugh, but the look she gave me stopped me before I began. I took myself in my hand and began to stroke myself, all the time looking at her, watching her chest rise and fall as she calmly breathed. I thought about her bent over as I rammed her from behind, fucking the arrogance out of her. In a few minutes I was hard and starting to feel the build up coming, and I told her so. She stood up, walked over, and slapped my hand away from my throbbing cock. She towered over me, "Lie back in the middle of the bed, spread-eagle" she commanded. I smiled nervously, but complied. When I was in position she walked to the head of the bed, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She firmly, almost too-tight, locked my wrist in the leather cuff. I started to protest and she again bowed me with her gaze. I was silent as she clicked around the bed, securing the rest of my limbs in the same manner to the posts. She had shortened the ropes just slightly, but enough that I was now almost stretched, unable to move at all. She sat beside me on the bed and adjusted her garter as I watched. When she had primped herself enough I asked if she was going to climb on for a ride. She smiled wickedly and said "All in good time. First things first." She told me to close my eyes and open my mouth, and I did hesitatingly. I felt her fingers around my jaw line, and felt as she shifted towards me. I opened my mouth wider, anticipating a breast to suck on, and she cooed "yes, you are a good boy." All of a sudden something big, round, and hard was in my mouth! My eyes popped open and I fought as she secured a ball gag in my mouth! We didn't own a ball gag, as she considered them "degrading". She then attached two straps tied to the headboard that I hadn't seen earlier to either side of the gag harness. The effect was that I couldn't even move my head from side to side! I made protesting noises and in response she reached down and firmly squeezed my balls. Ouch! I shut up, and looked at her. She sat down again beside me and scrapped a finger nail down my chest. Leaning forward to my ear she whispered "Your going to lie here, naked and exposed, while I have dinner. When I come back I am going to have some big hard cock for dessert, and cum and cum and cum." With that she got up and walked slowly across the bedroom. Straining out of the corner of my I eye I watched as she paused at the door, looked back and blew me a kiss, and then shut the door behind her.

I lay there, in confusion, for a few moments. What a bitch! I couldn't believe she'd done that. If she expected me to fuck her after this she'd be in for a surprise! The ball gag was tight, and being unused to it I gagged until I learnt to breath through my nose, and swallow as my throat filled with saliva. I could smell and taste the rubber of the ball, and felt nauseous. I fought for the longest time to free myself, but to no avail. As I lay there exhausted I could her muffled noises from the dinning room, the clink of cutlery on plates, and a random background noise I couldn't identify. I couldn't see a clock but I lay there for quite awhile, plotting my revenge. The next thing I remember was the sound of footsteps entering the room, a slightly drunken giggle, and something whispered I couldn't hear. I tried to turn my head but the bonds wouldn't allow me to see.

"You're never around dear," I heard her say. "I have put up for it too long. Do you know how many nights I went to bed horny? Crying myself to sleep because I needed some cock? Do you think that's fair?" I mumble a protest, to tell her it wasn't my fault, but she cuts my protests off. "Well I don't" she snaps. The foot steps grow louder, and I see her enter my vision. As she walks towards the end of the bed I see she is leading someone by the hand who is following behind her! It's was a man! My genitals shrink from the embarrassment of being caught like this, so vulnerable, so weak. As they stop at the bottom of the bed, with her standing in front of him, front towards me, she points at my shriveled manhood. "See what I have to put up with?" she exclaims. "I'd have wanted even that itty-bitty thing if it had been around." She shakes her head, and the guy puts his arms around her, circling her waist. She sighs and leans back against his chest, then reaches up to stroke his face.

"This is my friend from the country club, you know, the one I told you I've been meeting for lunches the last few weeks. Or do you even remember me telling you that? Anyways, he's been showing me more attention since I met him a month ago that you have this year." As her hand slides higher, stretching to play with his hair, one of his hands moves upwards, caressing her tight stomach and gently cupping one of her breasts; I see her other nipple go hard from his touch. I am numb, lying there, watching as this man cops a feel on my girlfriend. I'm angry, but still helpless. She looks me in the eye. "He's been trying to seduce me for the last few weeks, but I kept saying no. Then a few days ago I figured enough is enough. Why should I save myself? You aren't pleasing me, so I should find someone who will. That's why I invited him over for dinner tonight; I made cajun chicken, you remember how hot that makes me, don't you?" His lower hand slides lower, and cups her mound. She gasps, and then spreads her legs a little wider. His fingers begin stroking her thru her dress. She turns her attention back to me finally. "So now that we're done dinner, I'm in the mood for dessert. And tonight it is going to be so, so sweet."

She moves away from him slightly, and with a practiced move she grabs the bottom of her dress and pulls it up, over her head, and throws it on the floor. She stands there naked for a moment, probably for effect. I was wrong, she had worn panties, a thong style that showed off her ass, and like a slut had put them on over top of the garter belt. She moves behind him, and I watch as her hands wrap around to the front and begin to undo his shirt. He closes his eyes from her touch, but I can't look away as she strips off his shirt, and then undoes his pants and slides them to the floor. All the while she is talking constantly, telling me how they met, the feelings he arouses in her, and how she's wanted this for quite awhile. She emerges from behind him, and stands to one side admiring the tent in his boxers. She points to the big chest at the bottom of the bed and motions for him to get on it. After he is up there she gets him to help her up too. I now have a complete side-view of them both now, almost down to their ankles. She reaches out and snakes her hand into his boxers and absently strokes him as she turns to face me. "Are you enjoying this dear?" I thrash and try to yell at her, but she giggles and tells me how pathetic I look. She goes on to describe all the things about him that turns her on, finishing with how his cock is twitching from her touch. She smiles evilly, "I'm still hungry," she declares.

She slowly squats down in front of him, holding his hips for support. He grins down at her as she slides his boxers down seductively, his cock leaving a visible trail along their front until it pops out. The boxers drop forgotten as she stares face to crotch at his hard-on. She gasps, looking at it from all angles. As her hands drop from his hips to explore his crotch she turns to face me. "Have you ever seen anything so big?" She looks disparagingly down at my penis. "I wonder if it tastes as good as it looks?" And with that she buried it deep into her mouth in one go, her nose nudging his pubic hair. He grabbed her head, and she repositioned his hands higher so that my view wasn't blocked. She used one hand to kneed his sack, and the other she wrapped around the base of his shaft. For almost ten minutes I watched as she sucked him like a porn star, licking it like a ice-cream cone only to the deep-throat it the next moment. The sounds were the worst, because even if I closed my eye I could here the wet, almost guttural sounds as she slid it in and out of her mouth, the gagging as she tried to shove it deeper, and his heavy breathing as she moved him closer to orgasm. When he began moving his hips, getting ready to spill his load she stopped and smiled up at him. "Not yet" she said sweetly. She stood up and walked up the bed until she was standing on either side of my chest and I was forced to look almost straight up at her. I could also see the guy turn to watch her, stroking his cock. She smiled at me, and then bent forward at the waist, dangling her breasts only an inch from my face, her hair pooling around my head like a cave. "Just in case you think I'm not enjoying this..." she said as her fingers looped into the sides of her panties and slid them down her stocking clad legs, "... how's this for proof?" And with that she stepped out of her panties and lay them across my face so that the gusset lay under my nose. They are soaking wet, and the smell of her arousal is overpowering. The look on my face causes her to laugh loudly. She stands and looks over her shoulder. The guy is stroking faster now, and she wiggles her ass in approval as she steps backwards until she is standing astride my knees. She lowers herself down over me, her stocking covered legs snug against the outsides of my thighs, her knees in line with my hips, but she is careful not to allow herself to touch me anywhere else. She looks down and laughs again.

Looking over her shoulder she blows the guy a kiss. "Kneel between our legs and show us what you can do." I can't see, but I feel the bed creak as it adjusts to the extra weight. The center sinks as he kneels behind her, and I hear her gasp as he grabs her hips. She flings her hair to one side. "I wouldn't want to block your view" she mocks. I watch as her eyes go wide as he feeds himself into her, and as he finishes she gasps, wiggling her breasts above me. "Wow! Had I known you were that big, I'd have fucked you the first day!" she exclaims. She said it to him, but she was looking at my face when she did. If looks could kill she'd be dead from mine, as I was forced to watch her move with his slow thrusts, her chest reddening from excitement. This continues for what seems like forever, but probably only a few minutes, when she leans down to whisper in my ear. She begins a running monologue, telling me about how good he feels, how deep he gets, and all the sensations she is experiencing. I am so hurt, hearing her talk like that. Why couldn't she just have an affair instead of torturing me like this? Seeing I am lost in my own thoughts she leans to one side and uses her now free hand to scrape her nails down my chest. Ouch! That got my attention! She laughs at my pain. "You know that thing you always wanted to try, but I never let you?" she asks. My eyes widen with shock, because I know exactly what she is referring to. "I figured tonight would be a good night to try something new" she smiles. Looking over her shoulder I hear her say, "Put it up my ass big boy." The rocking of the bed stops, and I here him go, "Oh yea baby." She looks into my eyes and then leans down again so that her lips are beside my ear. She describes everything, as her puts his cock-head at her virgin butt-hole. As he pushes, softly at first but increasing in pressure, until her sphincter opens and he invades her ass with his cum-lubed cock. She whimpers in my ear how it hurts so good and how big it feels. She actually laid down on my chest, ass in the air as he began pumping her. I could feel each thrust he made, the motion traveling down her arched back and straight into my stomach. He had been taking her chocolate-cherry for about five minutes by now. I felt sick as she kept describing the feelings, and feeling him pump her. She was enjoying it to because I could feel her nipples hardening against my chest and she began nibbling on my ear, whimpering softly.

She caught herself almost immediately though, and raised herself off me. "Your so good lover," she cooed over her shoulder, "Now make me cum for real." I heard a pop as he withdrew from her ass, and a gasp as he hammered deep into her with one push. She put her hands on my shoulders and held herself up as he started pumping HARD. Her nails dug into my shoulders with each thrust. She's hanging her head down now, oblivious to my presence, lost in the feeling. I feel sweat dripping off her body, landing on my chest and stomach, each landing like an explosion. Her silk clad legs kept rubbing against my thighs, and I felt her ankles on top of my knees. The guy had spread his knees for support by this point, and I could feel them on my mid-inner thighs. Each thrust pushed my thighs apart, and I'm sure I was getting bruised. Their hips were now slightly higher up my body now, and I could feel their juices, both sweat and cum, dripping on my now erect penis. It was so savage I couldn't help being turned on as much as I was disgusted. They seem to continue forever, getting faster and harder with each minute. She's now moaning louder, like a bitch in heat, screaming out his name, encouragement, and profanity. She occasionally notices me, and thru glazed eyes smiles. Finally they approach climax and when they cum her nails break the skin on my shoulders. They cum in pulses, and at one point when she bounces down against my cock I cum too. We are screaming out together, them in ecstasy, me in silent agony. She leans back, kisses him passionately on the mouth, and then shoves him back onto his ass. Panting, she again returns her attention to me. Climbing up my body she squats over my face, "He FUCKED me, and damn good." She holds both buckles of my gag with her hands. "I don't like being sticky though," she says as she rips the gag out roughly, "clean me up." And with that she drops onto my still open mouth. Her pussy is spread wide from his cock, and it covers my mouth completely. I can smell their mixed juices in her public hair. I try to fight but she holds onto the back of my head with one hand, forcing my face deep into her. She laughs hysterically, and with her other hand she presses in above her pubic bone. My mouth is flooded with his cum as she milks it out of her pussy. I'm disgusted, but have to swallow or else gag.

When she's done she climbs off me and stands beside the bed. She laughs when she sees I've cum all over my belly. "I'm glad you enjoyed it" she mocks. I feel dirty, like I've been raped. The guy has collected their clothes and is standing by the door. "Thanks for the great time," she smiles at me. "I'm going to his place tonight and get fucked until morning," she unties one wrist, now numb from lack of blood. "I expect you and all your stuff gone when I get back. I'd better not ever see you again. And don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out!" With that she walked away, and out the door with him. I lay there as blood returned to my hand, unable to free myself until it does, covered in their sweat and cum, his cum burning in my throat. Shocked, I can't focus as my world spins. As I hear a car pull away all I can think is "I'm going to get that bitch."

The Door



He was standing against her bedroom door looking down at the top of her head. She had her hungry little mouth plastered against him. And she was doing incredible things with her tongue. It was sliding up and down against the underside of his cock. Her mouth was creating pressure around him he'd never felt before. His head fell back against the door and he closed his eyes. Giving into the guilty pleasure, he let out a little moan. The pressure increased as she slid her mouth down the length of him and met his pubic hair. He felt her shift a little and then she had a hand on his balls. She took one gently into her hand. Rolled it softly between her fingers. Her other hand grasped the base of his manhood. Suddenly, he was released from the hot wetness of her mouth with a little 'pop'. Then, her mouth was taking his right sac into it. Incredible, he thought. I can't believe she has her mouth there. His knees were weak. His breath coming heavily. 

Her hand started making the motions her mouth had on his cock. He was well lubricated from her saliva. Up and down, then around, twisting. And her tongue on his right ball. She was making him crazy. She sucked softly and then abandoned the one for the other. She took the left one into her mouth and created the same, soft pressure. Her hand quickened its pace. Up, up and over the tip of his cock. Her thumb grazed the hole at the top. He sucked in air sharply. She grinned around him.

Her nose buried in between his balls, she inhaled. That musky scent of his was getting to her. She could feel her panties getting wet between her legs. In a matter of seconds, she had freed him and had her mouth around his cock, again. This time, a louder moan escaped him. Fastening her lips around his width, she slid up and down on him. Increasing the pressure as she slid down and lessening it when she came up. She held onto the base and rubbed tiny circles with her thumb into the center of it. How'd she learn all this, he asked himself. He opened his mouth to say it but it was lost to him as he felt her fingers sliding towards the skin between his balls and anus. Two of her fingers put pressure there as she continued to suck on him. Now, he seriously couldn't breathe. 

Her wet fingertips slid back and forth over that smooth skin. He felt his hips twitch. He thrust forwards, further into her mouth. He felt her breath come out of her nose as she made more room for him. She was accepting him into her throat and was making soft, purring noises. He thrust into her velvety warm depths again and heard a satisfied grunt come from her. He could feel his orgasm building. His balls tightened and his cock grew larger. He looked down and could see pure ecstasy on her face. A little bit of saliva was at the right corner of her mouth. She was hot, wet, and tight inside that mouth of hers. He felt her fingers moving farther, closer to that opening she had talked about getting into. He knew she wanted to try that. Looks like it's going to be now, he thought vaguely. Her fingers found him and circled around. She was testing the waters, to see how he would react to this.

A groan escaped him as she circled it again with her fingers. Wanting to go further, she placed one finger at the opening and lightly pushed in. The tip of her finger disappeared inside his back door. This time he opened his mouth to voice his pleasure. She kept sucking on him, up and down, dragging her tongue along the underside of his cock. She could feel him getting harder in her mouth. He's going to come right in my mouth and I'm going to swallow every drop of it, she thought lustfully. She pushed her finger inside him a little more and had him bucking against her mouth. His member went stiff inside her mouth and then started shooting. A yell came with his climax. He was pumping himself into her mouth and she was swallowing fast. He was shooting his thick, white mass into her, hitting the back of her throat. She couldn't keep it all in, a little dribbled out of the side of her mouth. 

She could feel him relax against the door as she stopped sucking. Holding him still in her mouth she gently removed her finger. He gasped and looked down at her. She stared straight into his eyes as she tried to smile around her mouthful. 

"Oh, God, that was incredible," he said softly, twining his hands in her hair. She pulled away from him, cupping his member in her hand as it slid out of her mouth. Still looking into his eyes, she licked the last drop of cum from the side of her mouth. His eyes grew big and his mouth opened into a silent "o". Then he watched her lick her lips and swallow. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. 

"Incredible, unbelievable, amazing...." he stuttered. She laughed softly. 

"I'm just getting started," she stated as she stood up. He looked at her incredulously. Standing in front of him, she pulled his jeans and underwear down and helped him step out of them. Unhooking her bra, she stepped back. It fell to the floor as well as her panties. She sat down on the hardwood floor, next to her bed. Reaching under her bed, she searched for something. He watched as she pulled from its dark recesses a purple toy resembling a 6 inch cock. Her eyes met and stayed with his as he watched her silently. She leaned back onto the floor and spread her legs in front of him.

"You can sit if you'd like to," she murmured. His eyes strayed to where her legs opened. He could see the soft pink folds of her pussy. Teasing him, tantalizing him. There was no way he could get it up again, he thought. She grasped the toy in her left hand and spread those petal soft lips with her right hand. He could clearly see her clit, thrust out between those lips and shining with wetness. It was dark pink and begging to be touched. She did just that. One finger from her right hand brushed over it. She closed her eyes as she touched it again. She slid two fingers down to her core and gently inserted them inside her. He could feel some sensation in his prick as he watched her play with herself. She brought her fingers out and rubbed them over the tip of her purple toy. 

She laid down, with her back against the floor and put the tip of the toy cock to her entrance. He stared, wide eyed, as she pushed the tip of it into her. He was definitely getting some feeling back. It was starting to rise again. He knelt down on the floor between her legs and kept watching. She slowly pushed the length of it inside her while touching her clit with the middle finger of her right hand. He watched her pussy pump out more of her juice. He wanted to touch it, taste it. 

As if reading his mind, she said, "No, I just want you to watch me."

He could only nod his head silently. He settled himself more comfortably on the floor between her legs. She pulled the toy out almost all the way. He noticed that she left the head inside her. She rubbed over her clit again and again. She was beginning to make noises, groans and sighs. She slowly pushed to toy back inside her and continued in that fashion as she rubbed her aching clit. He watched the opening the toy was inserted into, saw her wetness flooding the toy. He was starting to throb. Looking down between his own legs, he saw that he was rock hard. Reaching down, he grasped himself and started to stroke while watching her push the toy back into her hole.

She kept the pace slow, but as he watched, he noticed that with each thrust, she got the toy deeper into her. At the beginning, she could only take in about 4 inches of it and now, he noticed, 5 inches were deeply embedded in her. She brushed her middle finger over her clit. Rubbed circles over it. Pinched it between her thumb and forefinger. He was amazed. In the next thrust, the 6 inches of purple were all inside her. All he could see left of the toy was the black knob at the top. Moans were escaping her. She wouldn't quicken her pace but he did on himself. He could feel another orgasm building inside him. He opened his mouth to tell her he was close but she beat him to words.

"I'm going to come while you watch me," she whispered raggedly. He realized that she hadn't moved the toy out of her, was only trying to get it deeper inside her. What are you doing, he silently asked. He watched as she rotated it around in a small circle and saw another 1/2 inch disappear inside. She hardly had a hold of it now, and was raising her hips off the floor as she rocked softly against it. He let go of himself and reached out to help her, but she cried out, "No!"

It took him a moment to figure it out, but he did. And understood that the head of the toy was pressing against the wall of her cervix, creating pressure and maybe, a little bit of pain. So this is how she likes it, he thought. Deeply and with a little bit of pain. He could do that. He took a hold of himself again and continued the long strokes, matching her. His balls drew closer to his body and his cock started to tremble. He watched as she came over. Raising her hips off the floor she thrust against the toy once more and shattered. Her loud yells were what made him climax. His seed shot out of him, onto her stomach. He groaned along with her as he emptied himself onto her.



The Door



Note: This Story was inspired by the writing of the amazing Carson Shepherd. I know I'll never get to his level, yet it is something to aspire to nevertheless. Thanks Carson, you're my writing soul-mate!!

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Click!

The old man breathed a sigh of relief. He'd been trying to get the massive wooden door open for some time now, and finally he was able to push it forward a bit. How he came to be in a tiny hospital room in just a skimpy gown was a mystery to him. All through the day he'd heard whispers of "infarctions", "stents", and "blood flow" yet had absolutely no memory of what had happened. Even his name did not come quickly....oh, that's right....Tom Clancy.

Tom Clancy III, as he preferred to be called, had scrambled out of bed as soon as the perfume-ridden nurse was safely out of sight. In the half darkness of the depressing hole in the wall, he had crawled along the musty dusty floor until he came in contact with his nemesis: The Door.

The Door was no ordinary portal. A full six feet high, it rose out of the floor like a skyscraper gone awry, with odd beveled edges and mysterious openings that kept their secrets. In his dazed state, the old man kept pushing on the bottom panel like a woodpecker in overdrive, until finally he heard the sound he had been waiting for. 

Click!

The stubborn door had given an inch. With renewed vigor, the old man attacked the hard paneled monolith until suddenly the entire structure opened up in front of him.

Tom rubbed his tired eyes. In the half light of the decayed, sickly atmosphere of the room, he could barely discern a short passageway, with six additional doors, three on each side.

The groan that escaped Tom's lips echoed away quickly in the acoustically dead hallway. He scraped along like a man possessed, determined to see what was behind each and every wooden entryway. Finally, he reached the first door on the left. Perhaps it was his imagination, but he thought he heard church bells ringing in the distance. The wizened 70 year old pushed the door open eagerly. To his delight, the panel gave way easily, and brilliant light flooded his consciousness.

*

The shrill organ rang out with the Wedding March as Tom and his new bride Christine walked hand in hand down the red-carpeted aisle. They took little notice of the cheering people on either side of them, they were so much in love. 

The receiving line was a blur of delightful fragrances and kisses, and the reception melted away as quickly as the ice cream cake that fell on the floor. Soon, Tom and Christine were in a limosine being escorted to their humble honeymoon abode. Yes, it was only a small cape, but Tom had saved the money himself doing odd jobs as he put himself through college. The two 20 year olds had met in English class while reading their favorite author, Sinclair Lewis. It was a romance from the history books, and Tom had proposed after just three months of blissful courtship.

As the newlywed couple entered their new home, no words were spoken. They mounted the pristine stairway to the Wedding Suite slowly, smiling at each other in complete rapture. Once in the simple bedroom, they disrobed turning away from each other, anxious yet very curious at the same time. With only the light from the hallway illuminating their virginal bodies, Tom gently placed Christine on the stiff, starched sheets. Their first kiss was enless, as their tongues played a soulful duet that reached the heights of an exquisite aria. Christine let out a moan of pure ecstasy as Tom's hands caressed her breasts gently and lovingly. The moan turned into an intense scream of desire as he entered her with infinite grace. The couple then built up slowly to a mutual groan of desire, which slowly increased to a huge crescendo of sound. Tom came first, shooting his 20 year buildup of seed into Christine with such force the bedboards shook. At the same time, Christine wailed with such passion Tom thought she would wake the neighbors. Her pussy spasmed unrelentlessly, as in her mind eight tiers of ice cream cake came crashing to the floor. As quickly as the intense lovemaking began, it was finished.

"I love you, Tom." Christine managed a hoarse whisper.

"I love you, too, Honeybun." Tom held her hand tightly, never wanting to let it go.

*

The vision faded slowly as the first door closed shut. Tom rubbed his eyes, trying to remember 50 years back. Did he really love Christine that much? And he hadn't he just seen her.... No, never mind, that was a memory he preferred not to hold on to. Instead, he crawled across the floor to the second door. Raucous laughter could be heard from within. Tom recognized the guffawing as that of an old friend. But what was his name? With his heart pounding, the wrinkled hands pushed the door open with all their might. The portal swung open wildly, and Tom was assaulted with the heady scent of a French Whorehouse.

*

"YES, YES, YES!!!" Frank Mulberry jumped into the air wildly as Tom Clancy, his best friend whooped up a storm. The two 30 year olds had stayed behind in their office cubicles because Frank had managed to convince two prostitutes to visit the horny men. Tom's marriage to Christine had long since passed the honeymoon period. Their lovemaking was predictable and dull, and Tom was constantly as sexed up as a jackrabbit. Frank was in a similar position, and finally in frustration had dialed a number he had found in a seedy telephone booth. One thing had lead to another, and by pooling their money the two hapless men had managed to secure the services of two call girls for an hour, Laverne and Alice.

"I heard these chicks give one hell of a tube job!" Frank glared at his best buddy as the two men rubbed their crotches in anticipation.

"Let's get out of these suits, before I shoot my load in my shorts!" Tom quickly dispensed of his jacket, tie, shirt, and trousers, as Frank followed suit. In a manner of seconds the two men were clad in nothing but their striped boxer shorts, which were tented obscenely with their endowments.

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Both men leaped toward the entrance to Acme and Sons, colliding with each other in their excitement.

Laverne came in first. She was a good 6 feet, with bleached blond hair and knockers that spilled over her bra, threatening to burst their confines any minute. Alice was a little shorter, with a tiny mini skirt and equally tiny black panties. The girls looked at the men with amusement, eyeing their tented boxers.

"I see you guys are ready for us!" Wasting no time, Laverne got on her knees and unsnapped the flap of Tom's boxer shorts. His large endowment with a full mushroom head came flopping out like a hungry baby bird searching for food. Laverne sucked it into her mouth like a madwoman, causing Tom to moan and groan in complete ecstasy. 

"J-J-E-S-U-S this is fuckin' unbelievable!" Tom grinned at Frank, who was getting a similar sloppy blowjob from the eager Alice, bobbing her head up and down unrelentingly. After a minute of this intense treatment, Laverne got up and positioned Tom's cock in the cleft of her tits. Alice followed suit and soon the two men were breast-fucking the prostitutes into oblivion. Although they tried to hold back, the forbidden aspect of the whole scene was too much for them. 

"This is it...I'm going to PPPPOPPPPPPP!"

Tom blasted the Load of Loads, setting off Frank who screamed wildly as he let go of a good eight strong spurts. The two men collapsed on the floor, just in time to see Laverne and Alice slip a couple of 20 dollar bills into their panties and quickly sashay out the door. They lay panting and coughing from the dusty linoleum, not quite believing what had just happened.

*

The old man shook his head, not quite believing what had just happened. Had he really cheated on Christine in such a sneaky way? And what had happened next? The fog slowly lifted as the awful conclusion revealed itself to him. Alice had revealed the secret tryst to a friend of Christines, who then told her all about the "visit" in a drunken stupor. He had begged his wife to forgive him, yet all he could remember was her icy stare. It was a stare that could cut glass...

In his disorganized state, the old man managed to find the third door. He hesitated, as if a premonition from hell had just whistled through his fragile bones. Something evil resided beyond this door, he was sure of it. Yet he had to see. With all the strength he could summon, Tom pushed the door open. With a loud creak, an inky darkness within etched itself upon his consciousness.

*

The back roads to the Sunset Motel were incredibly dark. As the 40 year old Tom Clancy drove to meet his latest conquest, he marveled at how quickly their relationship had developed. From a shared drink at the local seedy bar, to regular visits on a weekly basis. It was just sex, of course, and good sex at that. He and Christine had long since stopped intimate relations, although they did share a bed from time to time. Oddly enough, they had decided not to have children, even though Christine loved them. Tom had been promoted to Vice-President of Acme and Sons and put in 60 hour work weeks. He was horny as ever of course, but Christine just wouldn't put out.

In due time Tom arrived at the dingy hotel. He could tell by the light in the last room to the right that Amy was waiting for him. He increased his pace, scratching his genitals in anticipation. When Tom opened the door to room number 12, Amy was already in bed, waiting for him. She was naked save for a pair of turquoise crotchless panties.

"Hi Lover," Amy grinned. "Fly me!" 

Tom didn't need any further encouragement. He tore his clothes off in a frenzy, throwing them around the room in abandon. When he lowered his boxers, his dick stood out like a baseball bat. He looked over to Amy, who was smiling in anticipation. All of a sudden, it wasn't Amy who was smiling at him...it was Christine, who shot daggers his way in her best icy stare!

Tom's erection drooped. "W-W-H-A-T-T???" he started to panic.

"Tom, what's wrong...it's me...Amy!" 

"No, you're not Amy...you're....you're....

Tom stumbled. He couldn't say her name.

Christine continued to stare, the icy stare that could cut glass. Tom couldn't take it anymore. He ran naked into the street, yelling like a banshee until he collapsed onto the wet grass.

*

The old man broke out into a cold sweat as the horrific scene played itself over and over in his mind. He hadn't really cheated on Christine, Amy was just a fantasy. Or was she? In his disoriented state, reality and fantasy had become a distorted blur. He continued with shaky hands until the fourth door. Should he open it? The last scene was so unsettling he wondered what could be worse. Yet, somehow he had to see...All it took was a gentle push and the door opened quickly, to the sound of a copy machine spitting out papers and a distant intercom calling his name...

*

Tom despised his new job at Kittle Inc. The cat food company was the latest in dead end jobs for the increasingly despondent 50 year old. His affair with Amy had long since ended, and he had lost his job at Acme and Sons when they needed to cut hundreds of employees. Tom had become so disenchanted with women, he started to fantasize about men. A certain co-worker named Max was constantly flirting with him, and it was time to return the favor.

"What are you staring at?" Tom caught Max eyeing his crotch, which he had been scratching idly. 

"Looks like you have something going on down there." Max smiled seductively.

"I always have something going on down there." Tom grinned.

"Can I take care of it?" Max looked at his co-worker pleadingly. 

"You mean HERE?" Tom was incredulous. 

"We're the only two left for the day...let's take a chance." 

Before Tom had a chance to reply, Max got on his knees and undid his suit pants. In a matter of seconds they dropped to his ankles. Max skillfully worked Tom's fat prick out of his white boxers. He jacked him off for one glorious minute then took the head of his prick deep within his mouth.

"GAWWWWWWWDDDDDDDD" Tom wailed as his favorite co-worker played the best skin flute in the world. Max explored every nook and cranny of his buddy's dick, then moved to his hefty balls as Tom grunted up a storm. After one particularly deep thrust, Tom suddenly began squirting a huge load in Max's mouth. His buddy swallowed it eagerly, reluctantly letting Tom's softening prick escape from his lips.

The two men suddenly felt very awkward. Tom quickly got dressed and walked out of his office, hastily hailing a cab . As he rode home feeling a mixture of guilt and exhilaration, it seemed like every time he looked in the rear view mirror he saw Christine staring back at him. The stare that could cut glass....

*

The old man felt suddenly nauseous. Had he really let another guy blow him in desperation? No, that never happened...or did it? His ears started to ring and a low grade headache made its presence known. Part of him wanted to crawl back to the safety of his hospital bed, but another part knew that he could only go forward. As the 5th door emerged from the inky gloom, the old man's hands shook violently. With infinite difficulty, he pushed on the unyielding portal. Suddenly, it swung open wildly, accompanied by the distant sound of a whip cracking....

*

Tom awoke from uneasy dreams still tied to the bed. His 60 year old body had become fatter and splattered with age spots, but Debbie The Dominatrix didn't care. Tom had tried to fool around with men for awhile, but as he got older he couldn't find anyone hot enough to have sex with. And Christine had discovered him in bed with a floozy named Isobel a few years ago, leading to a bitter prolonged divorce. But now he was free, and at least attracted the attention of Debbie once in a while. He had to pay of course, but any sex was better than nothing.

"Oh, Tommy boy, I have a surprise for you!"

Debbie entered the cluttered hotel room wearing nothing but a thong and a smile. In her hand was an eight inch dildo, which she lubricated heavily as Tom watched in amazement. 

"You-You're not going to!" Tom's face twisted in horror.

"Only a tiny bit!" Debbie shrieked with laughter as she advanced on her helpless captor. Without warning she plunged 4 inches of the dildo up Tom's beet red butt! 

"OWWWWWWWWW" Tom screamed. "That burns, dammit, that burns!"

Debbie ignored him, screwing him with the dildo until all eight inches were up his butt. Tom screamed for mercy, but Debbie didn't care. After all, it was only a game. Tom made enough noise to wake the dead, as Debbie laughed and laughed. After a particularly deep thrust, he mercifully passed out....

*

The old man felt the sweat pouring off his brow. How could he have let himself be used like that? He was completely disgusted with himself. His life had not gone according to plan at all. But wait....there was the final door! 

The imposing Last Exit appeared endless in height and equally impressive in width. There was no way the old man could open it. As he pondered the situation, wondering if he should go back down the hall, the door gave a slight creak. The old man's eyeballs popped as the door slowly opened. His jaw dropped as he became aware of a car, a car driving along in the newly fallen snow....

*

Tom's bony hands fingered the steering wheel as he drove along the slippery snow coated roads. The 70 year old's last decade had been one disappointment after another, as friend after friend passed away and he became increasingly sick with Diabetes. Christine had moved away, and for many years, he had lost track of her completely. Then, out of the blue, an old friend reported the sad news: Christine was in the final stages of breast cancer, and only had days to live. 

As Tom drove the back roads to the Cornwall Hospital, he became increasingly aware that Christine was the only woman he had ever loved. His sex life had declined to nothing, since no experience could compare with their original wedded bliss. He hadn't seen her in 12 years, and wondered if she was still beautiful. It was time to say he was sorry, and Tom had a huge lump in his throat as he mounted the cold stone hospital steps. He hurried to her room, holding out the aquamarine necklace Christine had worn on their wedding night.

Amidst a welter of imposing machines, his dying beloved lay veiled by an oxygen tent. Only the steady beep-beep-beep of the heart monitor penetrated the golden silence. Even through the oxygen tent, Tom could see Christine was staring at him. The icy stare that could cut glass. 

"Hey..what's the matter?" Tom started to shake. "I'm sorry about...you know...I didn't mean to hurt you!" 

The icy stare continued, static and unyielding.

"Hey come on, I'm a nice guy. Everyone makes mistakes. I love you...OK?? I LOVE YOU!!!!"

Christine continued to stare, but with less ferocity. She was beginning to slip away.

"WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, GODDAMMIT??" Tom began to panic, ripping out tubes and knocking over machines. He started to drag Christine off the bed as an alarm went off in the distance. At the same time he became aware of a pressing pain in his chest. Tom fell to the floor, taking Christine's hand in his. The Final Door suddenly creaked loudly as it began its last inexorable journey. 

"NOOOO!!" Tom wailed. "I'M NOT READY I'M NOT READDYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!! The door started to close, drawing Tom's hand away from his love. 

"CHRISTINE, I LOVE YOU!!! I LOVEEEEEEE YOU!"

Tom watched in horror as Christine's hand receded in the distance. Soon she was just a blur as the room whirled around him. The Door gave one final shudder as it closed forever.

Click! 

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(Comments and feedback welcomed)



The Door



It is funny when you start a new job where you are one of the few females and you are the youngest female, it makes the job much more exciting. Of course you have to play it safe the first couple of weeks, making sure not to wear any revealing clothes to upset the other women, especially the older ones, in the office. But then you start to wear a blouse that dips just a little more in the front, revealing just a little. Then the skirts get just a little shorter. It is so funny to watch the men start hanging around your desk.

I just started working for a stockbrokerage firm a few weeks ago and I am in charge of making sure the brokers' clients pay for their stock transactions. This means handing out slips of papers to let them know when money is about due or is overdue. I slip the papers into their cubbyholes and if there is a problem they come to me. You would be amazed at how, the shorter my skirts get, the more "problems" there are.

The thing is, though, that I love older guys. There is one man in the office who has to be at least twenty or twenty -five years older than my twenty-two years of age. He is very attractive and was single for a long time. He had quite a reputation when he was single, from what I understand. A girlfriend of mine, Tammy, saw him one time, when we were out at a bar, and told me that Tom, that is his name Tom Henry, had dated his mother right after her divorce and she could hear the screams of ecstasy coming from her mother's bedroom on many nights. She also overheard her mother on the phone, telling her girlfriends about his magnificent mouth. Evidently Tom Hanks was an expert in the art of cunnilingus.

Given the fact that I already had a thing for older men, and given that I worked with this guy, that made him even more intriguing for me. But all of the guys would hang around my desk like panting dogs, except for Mr. Hanks. He wouldn't so much as look at me. 

Then I found out that Mr. Hanks had just recently gotten married. After years out in the dating arena and bar scene, he had hung up his guns and decided to become domesticated. I was so distraught when I learned this news that I finally gave in to the constant pestering of Peter, one of the younger brokers in the office, to go out with him for a drink.

Peter was twenty-five years old and a relatively new broker. I could tell he always got nervous when one of the more senior brokers walked by my desk when he was talking to me. There is a window that separates me from the herd, so the brokers always have to talk through the hole in the glass.

One thing I love to do is tease men. I know that they find me attractive. I found this out when I was thirteen years old but didn't lose my virginity until I was fifteen. It makes me so hot to expose myself to men and watch them get excited. The problem is that they get too excited and by the time that we get down to the main event, they last about three minutes. It's such a disappointment.

I hate to wear panties. I love the feeling of the breeze blowing up my skirt to my exposed skin. Obviously I have to wear panties at work, but occasionally I will slip them off before going in to one of the broker's offices. I will sit there and cross and uncross my legs, never really giving them a good view of the hidden treasure.

I decided to slip my panties off before going out for drinks with Peter. It's not that I necessarily had the intention of having sex with Peter, but it was just that I loved being around all those people in the bar, feeling, almost naked. I also get a perverse sensation of feeling the cool material of the chair I am sitting on against my bare ass.

Peter was trying to be so charming, but he was trying too hard. There was an a man, he looked to be about forty-five or fifty, at the bar. He kept glancing my way and when Peter would go to the bathroom, which he did a lot, I wasn't sure if he was doing cocaine or masturbating, anyway I would cross my legs under the table, exposing my neatly trimmed pussy for a second or two. I know he was too far away to see that I wasn't wearing any panties but the fact that I knew was enough to get me wet.

When the man went to leave the bar, I uncrossed my legs very slowly and knew that he got a wonderful view as his eyes almost left their sockets. The lust that filled his eyes was unbelievable. His whole face took on a look that made me almost have an orgasm on the spot.

"Just wanted to stop and tell you that you have one beautiful woman here," the stranger said to Peter.

"Uh,..uh, thanks, sir," Peter mumbled.

"Can I buy you two a drink?" the stranger asked.

He looked at me with that knowing look and I wanted to put my hand between my legs and finger myself to an orgasm, but I didn't.

"Sure," I answered before Peter could decline.

The stranger sat down in the chair next to me and was not shy about pulling his chair as close to me as he could. He looked at Peter for a reaction but Peter said nothing.

"My name is Dick," he said looking at me. "My friends call me big Dick."

As turned on as I had been getting, I suddenly was turned off but this bragger. His dick was probably two inches long. But then he brazenly put his hand on my thigh and ran it up under my skirt.

I wanted to pull it away, but I was frozen. I could hear him saying something to Peter but there was a ringing in my ears. Peter said something back to him, but again I could hear nothing. I felt Dick's hand snake up to the lips of my vagina which were now flowing. He stabbed a finger into me. He wasn't gentle at all and his fingers were calloused. I wanted to scream at him but I didn't, instead I had an orgasm.

"Are you okay?" Peter asked.

"Huh?" I managed.

"You're all red and you're breathing so funny."

I could see Dick smiling and I hated him even more for that. His finger was still inside me and was moving in and out. I got control of the situation and stood up. He pulled his hand quickly back.

"I do feel rather funny," I said, "I am going to go throw some water on my face."

I made my way to the restroom and there was a line. I felt dizzy so I stepped out through the back door. There were two guys around my age smoking and talking. They looked at me when I came out and tried to strike up a conversation. I ignored them and walked along the darkened alley until I was out of view. I put my hand beneath my skirt and caressed the insides of my slick thighs, wet from the juices that had been running down my leg. I knew that I could cum quickly and wanted to savor the moment. 

When I looked up the alley I could see the two smokers straining under the glare of the bare light bulb to see where I had gone. Could they see me? The idea that they might be able to made me that much more excited. 

I slowly inserted a finger into my vagina and gently massaged my swollen clitoris. Electric shocks ran through me like a current. I rubbed a little firmer and inserted the finger a bit deeper. The eyes of the two smokers were still looking my way. A loud groan escaped my lips. The two smokers started walking my way. The excitement in me climbed to a feverish pitch. I knew I should stop before they got there but I couldn't. 

I stuck two fingers inside me and spread my legs even further. There was no doubt they could see me now.

"Hey baby," one of them shouted, "you need some help with that?"

It hit me like a sack of bricks. Lights went off in my brain and I screamed. They were four feet away when I dropped my skirt, turned and walked down the alley. I feared they would run to catch me, but instead they just yelled after me.

"Where you going? Come back."

If they had caught me I knew that I would have let them do what they wanted. I was in such a weakened state of mind. I was so damn horny.

I went in through the front door of the bar and saw Peter and Dick sitting at the table. I stood by the table and refused to sit.

"I am not feeling so well," I said looking at Peter, "I'd like to go."

"Uh, sure," Peter said.

Out of the corner of my eye I could see the disappointment on Dick's face.

"Why don't I order us something to eat?" Dick tried.

"No, I don't want to throw up all over you," I said, looking directly into Dick's eyes.

The lustful look he had earlier displayed turned to a look of complete dejection. Peter paid the tab and we left. We drove to my apartment in silence only listening to the music on the radio. I was sure that Peter thought that he had done something wrong. Although I wasn't very attracted to Peter, I felt sorry for him. I almost felt like giving him a pity fuck, but only almost.

I didn't invite him but allowed him to kiss me outside my door. I felt his hand on my ass and he must have felt that I was not wearing any panties. He slipped it under my skirt and I allowed him to confirm the fact. When he reached my leaking pussy, I felt him stiffen in shock. I broke off the kiss and said goodnight quickly. I slipped inside the door and closed it before he came out of shock. When I peeked out the spy hole of the door, I could see him standing there with his mouth open. I almost laughed but felt sorry for him. I waited for him to knock on the door and I tried to decide what I would do if he did.

My hand slid under my skirt and I started gently massaging my clit as I looked at Peter's dumbfounded expression.

"Go ahead, knock on the door," I thought as I moved the finger rapidly over my clit.

"Come on," I thought again, "knock on the door. Be persistent and I will let you fuck me," I thought.

The lewd thought got me more excited but Peter only stood there. He finally walked away just as I was so close to having my third orgasm of the night.

I went into the bedroom and got my trusted rabbit friend from out of the drawer. I had paid almost a hundred dollars for this vibrator but it was an incredible mixture of beads and rubber and motors with a clit stimulator and a seven inch portion that was for insertion. I turned it on and slipped it into me. It swirled and purred. I moved it in and out an inch or two, trying to not have the little vibrating clit stimulator leave contact with my clit. I wished so that there was another attachment for the anus. How I would love to have a finger in my ass. How I would love to have Tom Henry's cock in my ass. The last image did it. I came.

My dreams were filled with images of being gangbanged by everyone in the office but Tom Henry. One by one they continued to fuck me as one would lick my clitoris while the other ones would fuck me with their dicks that swirled around and around inside my vagina.

When I awoke the batteries to my rabbit were almost dead and I felt the slow movement of the swirling rabbit head inside my aching vagina. I slowly removed it and walked gingerly to the bathroom. I truly did feel as if I had been gangbanged by every man in the office. 

I got dressed, but walking was an effort and wearing underwear was abrasive on my swollen vagina lips. I decided to call in sick, which was truly the case. Of course I did not tell them that the reason for my illness was a sore vagina.

I slept most of the day and didn't even go out to get new batteries for my rabbit. The next day, however, my sexual appetite was back and I dressed to tease, wearing my short black skirt. 

At the office, I was surprised to see that Tom Henry actually locked eyes with me when I looked at him, as I usually do.

"How's things at home?" I asked him, teasingly.

He smiled and walked away.

I was amazed. Perhaps things weren't so great at home. This was my opportunity if I wanted to pursue it, which I did. I picked up the phone and dialed his extension.

"Tom Henry," he answered.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

"Call it woman's intuition."

"Don't you have to be a woman to have that?" He laughed

That got me angry. So he thought I was a child.

"Twenty-two is not a woman?" I asked angrily.

"It is to a twenty-two year old boy," he answered.

If I was going to go for it, now was the time.

"You're right, I still have much to learn about being a woman," I said softly, "I guess I need a teacher."

I expected the line to go dead as he hung up on me.

"Maybe you do," I heard instead.

I couldn't believe it. He was being receptive.

"Wow," I lost my composure, "things must be bad at home."

I waited for a response and got none. Eureka. I could feel the moisture between my legs.

"I have to go," I said and hung up the phone.

I looked around and no one was nearby. I reached up and slipped off my panties and stuck them in my desk drawer.

I looked through my paperwork and found a slip of paper with pending business for Tom. I picked it up and walked quickly back to his office. I knocked on the door.

"Come in," he said from the other side.

I opened the door and closed it behind me. I walked slowly to the other side of his desk and made a point of getting as close to him as possible as I put the piece of paper down on his desk in front of him. I leaned over, the front of my white, low cut, blouse falling open to allow him full view of the tops of my breasts.

"You have a client who is on House call due tomorrow," I said. 

When I looked at him, his eyes were focusing on my breasts. I could feel myself getting wetter and bolder.

"You like?" I asked.

"You have a very nice body and you know it," he said.

I was shocked. I wanted to pull down his zipper and jump on his lap right there, but instead I maintained my composure for the moment.

"What about this house call?" I said, matter of fact.

"My client will meet it tomorrow," he said.

I turned and walked over to the chair that was directly in front of his desk. When I sat down I crossed by legs very slowly, allowing him a full view of the trimmed treasure that I so desperately wanted to give him.

"Did you come to work wearing no panties, or did you remove them before you came into my office?" he asked so calmly.

I was shocked again, but his calm manner was making me hotter.

"My you are a different person, aren't you," I said.

"Ignoring the question?" he said.

"Actually I took them off before I came in here," I said, and in so doing uncrossed my legs and let them spread open to his gaze. I was sure he could see the juices running down my thighs and onto his black leather chair.

"Why did you do that? To tease me?" he asked.

"Don't you like to be teased?" I asked, smiling seductively.

"Sure, if I think it's going somewhere," he said.

My heart was pounding.

"Where would you like it to go?" I asked, opening my legs further to his gaze.

"If we didn't work together I would like it to go much further," he said.

"Are you afraid?" I asked, dropping my hand to my thigh and slowly started to move it up toward my skirt. My desire to masturbate in front of him was overwhelming. As my hand reached under my skirt and I opened my legs his phone rang. I jumped and so did he. Surely he would let the phone ring. We were right at the door of doing it. I was about to explode. If I just touched myself I knew I would have an orgasm.

He answered the phone. I knew he would cut the conversation short so I waited, restraining myself from reaching under my skirt and bringing myself off. He turned his back and continued to talk to the client on the other end of the phone. I got up and left the office. I didn't slam the door behind me but I I almost did.

I went back to my desk and waited for the phone to ring. Surely he was as hot as I was and couldn't wait to continue. Surely the phone would ring at any moment. 

The phone rang.

"Hello," I tried to sound calm.

"Hi," Peter said, "I hope I didn't do anything to upset you last night."

"No," I said, annoyed that it was Peter and not Tom.

"Um, I was wondering if you would like to go have some dinner tonight," he continued.

My first reaction was to say yes. At the moment all I could think of was the burning sensation between my legs. I would have taken Peter into the men's room and done him right then. But the rational part of my brain took over.

"Let me call you back," I said.

I went into the bathroom and into one of the stalls. I stroked my thighs and teased the hair around my clit before brushing up against it gently with my index finger. I was so close to cumming and I wanted it to last. I teased my clit, feeling the juices run down my fingers. At last I could hold out no more and I buried two fingers deeply inside me. I plunged them in and out of my sopping tunnel for thirty seconds before the fireworks erupted. I relaxed for a minute before going to the sink and washing my hands. I went back to my desk, called Peter and told him I was thankful for the invitation but that I would take a rain check. He was disappointed. I decided not to tease Peter any further and besides in a moment of horny weakness I might just fuck him, imagining the entire time that Tom was doing me in his place.

Tom Hanks walked by my desk several times but I was too disappointed to look at him. 

I went home that night and thought of Tom and the events of the day. I got out my rabbit to fulfill what Tom didn't do but was only greeted with the pitiful sound that a vibrator gives when there is only moments of energy left in it. I fell asleep unfulfilled but determined to complete the task that I had started that day.

I wore a sexy pink blouse that plunged in the front. I feared that I would get a lecture for wearing it, but chanced it just the same.

The result of my attire was overwhelming. When Tom came into work, there were three brokers at the window trying to get a glimpse of my assets. I made a point of bending forward just as Tom approached so that he could see what he had missed out on. He ignored this and went to his office.

I decided to confront him head on. I went into Tom's office and sat down in the chair directly in front of him as I had done the previous day. The nervousness of the moment overcame the erotic feeling I had in the déjà vu feelings I was having. Although I wanted to open my legs and show him that I was again, without panties, I kept my knees tightly pressed together.

"Did I offend you yesterday?" I asked in my most businesslike tone.

"What?" He actually screamed, "you have got to be kidding." 

I was relieved to see him smile.

I relaxed my legs, allowing the gray skirt to ride up an inch on my thighs. I opened my legs a bit to allow him to see that I was ready to start where we had left off.

"I was worried because you ignored me the rest of the day," I said.

"Miscommunication," he said, "I didn'tt want to take this somewhere you did not intend for it to go."

I smiled, opened my legs wider and slipped my hand up my naked thigh to the my vagina that lay exposed to his view.

"Wait," he said, as he stood and went to the door. He locked it and went back to his desk. He picked up his phone and called a number.

"I am on an important call on my cell phone, Hold my calls until I call you back."

I smiled and hiked my skirt even higher on my hips. I could feel the juices running down my thighs. I ran my hand over the wetness, brushing my vagina lips as I did.

"You want me to do this?" I said between gasps of air.

"Yes," he said calmly, "finger yourself for me."

I closed my eyes and inserted my finger into my pussy. This was playing out just as I had pictured it so many times when I masturbated. The orgasm was right there but I kept it at bay, stopping the fucking motions with my fingers when I got too close.

"You like watching me fuck myself?" I said, the sound of this was overwhelming and my fingers, as if having a mind of their own, plunged into my dark wet tunnel with reckless abandon.

I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes were filled with lust.

"You want to eat me, don't you?" I said, the first jolt of my orgasm flickering in my brain.




The Door



Sara and Michael had a quiet and serene marriage for the past 3 years. Michael was a lawyer in a corporate law firm and Sara was a librarian. They spent holidays at their family's houses. They went on vacations twice a year. They owned a nice house in a suburb of New York City. 

Sara went out with her friends, Missy and Claire. Claire was married to a doctor and liked to go to parties. When Sara and Claire were in college together, Claire was a slut and loved to admit that to anyone who asked. Missy was in love since high school and had three children and 12 years of marriage before her 30th birthday. The ladies ordered drinks and by the 3rd round, Claire asked, "Has anyone else experienced a slump in the bedroom department. Derek has barely enough energy to kiss me when he gets home from the hospital. I'm thinking of taking a lover." She was matter of fact about her decision and Sara's eyebrow shot upwards.

Missy just groaned and said, "Claire, with marriage comes times when sex just isn't a priority. Wait until you have children and a mortgage. Sex is a privilege, something for special occasions."

Sara's cheeks grew red when they both looked at her. She sipped her Cosmopolitan and shrugged her shoulders. "Michael likes sex on Saturdays."

"Every Saturday?" Missy asked surprised.

Sara didn't like to talk about her sex life. It made her embarrassed, even though, she enjoyed making love to Michael. He was a patient and passionate lover but lately Sara noticed he would skip a Saturday and it had dwindled down to twice a month. Something was missing but Sara didn't know what it was.

The next day Sara was doing some spring cleaning in the garage. She had thrown away a lot of stuff. She was looking at his tool shelves just as a little breeze moved the poster behind the shelves. It revealed a door handle. She stared at the handle for a long while. In the four years she had lived with Michael, she rarely stayed but moments in the garage. What was the door leading to?

She moved the metal shelves and pulled down the poster. She turned the knob of the door and it was locked. She pulled on the knob over and over but it would not budge. Frowning she went and searched through the drawers where he kept small things like nut and bolts. She didn't find a key.

Later that evening Michael came home from his golf trip. He went immediately up to the shower. Sara went to the door of the bathroom. Her heart started to beat faster but she swallowed that fear and opened the door, just as Michael was stepping out of the shower. 

He was a beautiful man with olive complexion, rich dark eyes and thick brown hair. He was tall with a muscular build and a beautiful cock that was standing out as she stepped into the steamy room.

"Sara," he said softly in that silky voice of his. His voice got silkier when he was horny.

Sara asked, "What are you hiding in the garage?"

Michael blinked and stared into her dark blue eyes. "I don't know what you mean."

"The locked door in the garage?" she asked and noticed his face growing pink. His erection grew softer and he looked away.

"Please tell me, Michael," Sara asked, fearing what secrets he was keeping from her.

"I'll show you," he said simply and then went into the bedroom to dress.

He took her into the garage and opened the door with a key he had stashed under the shelves. He opened the door to a BDSM playroom.

Sara stepped into the room with dark red carpet. It had various paddles, whips, and chains on the wall. A bench, reminding Sara of a workout bench, was in one corner of the room. A long chain was coming down from the ceiling, ending in a pair of hand cuffs. A spreader bar was against the wall. A table of clamps, vibrators and dildos was in one corner with a few masks. A chair on a mat was in the other corner. The room was bathed in dim light as Michael turned the lights to soft. A stereo was in one corner and Michael went to it. He put on soft music and then stood against the wall as he watched her walk around the room.

She went to the table and picked up a pair of handcuffs and a black silk sash. "Do you bring women here?"

"Not since we got together. I was a Dom for a long time before I met you. I never told you because I was afraid of losing you."

Sara noticed the place did have a lot of dust in it like it hadn't been used in a long while. She turned and asked, "Would you teach me to be your slut?"

Michael blinked and a lazy smile played at the corners of his mouth. "Are you teasing, Sara?"

Sara pulled off her t-shirt and unzipped her jeans. She unbuckled her bra and then lifted the sash. She tied it around her eyes and said, "I have felt something missing between us, Michael. I want to change that." She pulled off her bra revealing her swollen nipples. Michael looked at her wet panties and grinned as he stepped up behind her, placing his hands on her trembling shoulders.

"Do you trust me, my love?" he whispered softly against her ear.

She nodded her head and he took her hand, walking her over to the chain dangling from the ceiling. He kissed her wrist and then slipped it into one of the bracelets. Quickly, he repeated. He caressed her body with his fingertips slowly from her wrists down to her breasts, stopping short of touching her nipples and then repeating on the other side. He watched as her breathing quickened and her nipples grew even harder. 

He stepped over to the table and gathered a few instruments of pleasure. He placed a tray table next to him and arranged: a couple of pairs of screw clamps, a butt plug, a vibrator, a crop, and a paddle. He would take his time savoring her sweet surrender to him.

"Are you ready to become my sweet slut?" he whispered against her ear.

She nodded her head and he smacked her panty clad bottom with his hand. He grabbed her ponytail and pulled backwards. "Answer me slut when I talk to you," he growled before sinking his teeth gently into her throat. "Do you understand, slut?" he asked as he stepped back to admire his sweet wife standing with her hands in cuffs and her body nearly naked before him.

"Yes," she said with a shaky voice.

He smacked her ass harder this time and said, "Call me Master."

"Yes, Master. Thank you, Master." Sara said turning her face toward his voice.

"Tell me what you are."

"I'm Master's slut," she said huskily, nibbling on her lip.

He pinched her nipple, stretching it between her fingers. "Have you ever dreamed of this, slut?"

Sara's cheeks grew pink down to her breasts. "Yes," she whispered hotly. She felt the sting of his hand again on her ass, even harder leaving a sweet sting. "Yes, Master. Yes, my Master."

He stood behind her, sank his teeth into her neck, sucking as hard as could, while he pinched her nipples, twirling, stretching them ferociously. "Thank you, Master," she breathed, panting softly. "Michael," she moaned. "Oh God, Michael."

He stepped away and looked at his petite ivory skinned wife turn a delectable pink with passion, her panties now nearly see through with wetness as he picked up a pair of clamps. She gasped as he screwed one to her nipple. "Tell me when it hurts, slut."

"It hurts Master" she moaned and he twisted it one more turn. The sweet pain sent dangers of pleasure through her and she craned her neck backwards and moaned as he pulled gently on the chain in between, causing exquisite pressure to pinch the nipple.

Michael walked around her and slipped his hand down her flat stomach and then slowly over her wetness, pressing the ball of his hand against her mons as his fingers slipped beneath the crotch of the panty to touch her silky lips. She nearly buckled beneath him, moaning over and over, "Master."

He whispered softly against her ear, "Tell Master that you want to cum."

"I want to cum, Master."

"Didn't ask right, slut," he said, stepped away and grabbed his paddle. He smacked her bottom. With a loud thwack, he sent heated pain through her that ended as intense pleasure deep inside her cunt. She pulled against the chains and screamed out, "Master, please, Master please."

He yanked her panties down and off her body. Her bottom was bright red and tears were streaming down her cheeks as he grabbed her hair and pulled her into a lusty kiss, tasting the sweetness of her tears in his kiss. He whispered, "If it becomes to intense yell red for me to stop. Do you understand?" He touched her cheek with his knuckles and whispered tenderly, "Is this something that you enjoy or do you want to stop?"

"I love you, Master. I want more, please Master." 

He kissed her again and pulled her hips forward to touch his jean clad hips. She grinded against his leg and he fingered her bottom, finally finding her puckered hole as he kissed her fiercely. He massaged it for a few intense moments until he felt her body start to stiffen. "Not yet, sweet slut," he whispered against her ear.

He pulled back and went to his table. He poured lubricate over a butt plug. He pulled open her butt cheeks and pushed in two fingers. He kissed her neck as he fondled her ultra sensitive nipple with one hand and eased his two fingers in and out of her anus. She was moaning and trembling by the time he had the plug all the way in. He stepped back and looked at her. She was straining against the chains, arching her back, biting on her lip, craning her head backwards and panting hard. 

He picked up his crop and glided it across her sensitive skin, sending tingle after tingle through her. He cracked it against her bottom sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. She screamed out as he cracked it against one breast then the other. She pulled against the chains as her tears flooded down her face and she whimpered, "Please Master."

"Red?" he whispered, fearing he may have pushed her too far.

"No, Master. Please let me....oh my..." Her body stiffened and he grinned. He stepped up behind her and braced against her as he pulled the plug in and out of her bottom. He unscrewed the clamps and just as she started to shake uncontrollably and she whimpered louder, "Please Master," he said against her ear, "Let go and cum for me."

The intensity of it was so powerful that she nearly fainted as white hot tendrils of passion coiled and snaked through her body with an intensity so powerful that she let go a stream of cum over his fingers, now imbedded in her pussy. After the last contraction, she sank against the chains. 

He unclasped her wrists and untied her sash. She blinked at the light and then threw her arms around his neck. He pulled her close to him, smelling her hair, gently kissing her neck. "Thank you, Master."

"Mmmmmm..." he whispered against her ear as she asked, "May I please you, Master."

She took his hand and walked him over to the chair. "May your slut under dress you?"

His dark eyes gleamed with amber flecks as he merely grinned and nodded his head. She unbuttoned his shirt and then laid her hands flat against his chest, slowly tracing circles as she kissed his lips softly. She sank to her knees and he stepped backwards.

She cocked her head and raised her eye brows as he went to a table and picked up a collar with a leash. He went to her and put the collar around her neck and attached the leash to the end. He pulled on the leash and she crawled forward and then looked up as he wound the leash in his hand. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his jeans with his briefs. His hard cock sprang free. She licked her lips as he said, "Beg me."

He pulled on the leash and she looked up with her tongue to her upper lip. She twirled her tongue over her lips and then begged, "May I pleasure you Master with my mouth."

"Suck me, slut," He said as he sat down in the chair.

She opened her mouth and sucked down his cock. She licked up one side and then down the other. She looked up and saw his head back and his mouth open. She sucked him deep into her mouth, sucking him into her throat. She started to piston up and down his cock slowly and then quicker as she felt him tug on her leash. He tugged hard and she looked up. "Sit on me slut!" he growled.

She slowly rose to her feet and with her feet position on both sides, she took his cock in her hand and guided it deep into her throbbing cunt. It slipped deep into her wetness and she gasped as he rested his hands on her bottom, helping her to find the perfect rhythm. He kissed her neck, biting down and then as she arched her back, he nibbled on her ultra sensitive nipples as she let out a scream of pleasure. "Cum!" he growled as he yanked her ponytail and started to stiffen his whole body. She released against him, her body trembling, throbbing around his hard cock. He hugged her close, burying his face into her shoulder as wave after wave of his release shook him, sending his seed deep inside of her.

Spent, he rested his head against her shoulder and she hugged him fiercely. "I love you, Michael."

"Sweet Sara," he whispered looking into her blue eyes. "I should have told you a long time ago. I thought you would freak out and I would lose you."

"Never," she whispered, touching his face tenderly. "I would never leave you, Master. I'm glad I found this door. It has opened so much for us."

"Watch out my slut. I may keep you very busy. Do not fear anything with me. If I push you, please tell me. I want this journey to please you, to enchant your every fantasy. Did you really enjoy this or are you just trying to please me?"

"I enjoyed it, Master," she said looking him straight in the eyes. "Couldn't you tell?" she grinned wickedly.

The next Thursday afternoon with friends, Sara's cell phone rings as the girls order drinks. She flips open her cell and reads the text message. "When you are done, meet me in the garage. Be naked, wet and ready. Love, Master."

Claire looks at Sara and raises her eyebrow at her. "Do you have a lover?"

"What?" Sara exclaims as she puts her cell phone in her purse.

"Who messaged you? Your face is so bright and your eyes are dancing. That is a look of passion on your face."

"Michael."

"You're having an affair with your husband?'

"No my Master."

They all stare at her and Missy giggles but Sara simply sips her drink and thinks of his touch.



The Door Ch. 02



She heard the buzzer and the commentator announcing the end of the first period. She also tasted something in her mouth. She did it! Was it in time though? She looked up and smiled weakly to the look of delight in his eyes. He seemed pleased; too pleased in fact. Her heart sank as she realized she was probably too late.

"Did I make it?" she squeaked to him.

His head moved; he nodded. Then why did he have 'the look'? The one he got just before she was punished.

"Do I get a reward?" She asked eagerly. He nodded again, but the look in his eye did not waver.

"Why are you smiling?" She asked almost accusingly. Her mouth was running away on her and as the last syllable left her lips, her hands came up and clasped over them, eyes wide in disbelief of herself.

"What were you doing when the buzzer went?"

"I was..." she trailed off and hung her head. "I was sucking while they were playing," she says just above a whisper. "But I get a reward?" she asks puzzled.

"Yes, you do, and a punishment." He rises and motions for her to follow him into the other room. There is a bed with a table nearby. On the table is laid out a collection of floggers, canes, crops, clamps, and other toys.

Her eyes roam over the table and a small whimper is emitted. How could this possibly be a reward? With her head down, she watched him from the top of her eyes. He waved his hand over the collection, trying not to let her see the shaking as he forced his voice to be stronger.

"Your reward is you get to decide which toy is used on you. The punishment will be that I get to decide how it is used." He smiled that his voice did not waver and in fact caused a mixture of trepidation and excitement in her eyes.

She looked, carefully, intently, and scared. There was an assortment of items. Some she could tell right away that they would hurt and should be avoided. Others she tried to figure out how they could be used in a nasty way and finally settled on a bag of clothespins. What could he do with those really, she thought?

The look in his eye showed that maybe she had selected the wrong item. He motioned for her to lie down on the bed and he went about securing her arms over her head and her ankles to each corner at the bottom. Her mind rolled over the possible things he could do. She had been done up with clothes pins before, but mainly on her breasts. Actually, only her nipples she thought again and a small shiver went through her.

His fingers trailed over her exposed flesh and he smiled as he thought of what he could and would do with the bag of pins. He took one out, looked at it as if it were a fine piece of machinery before taking her breast in his hand and squeezing it, forcing the nipple to stand up. He opened the jaws and rubbed either side of the nub before closing around it.

She hissed and arched. It was not the first time she felt the pinching burn on her nipple, but every time it still brought the same result. She closed her eyes and willed herself to breath slower, calmly. This was the beginning and it would not help to be worked up now when there was more to come she was sure.

He took her other breast in his hand and repeated the process, squeezing to make the nipple stand up, and then teasing the nub before clamping the clothespin on. The result was the same as well; she arched, hissed, and calmed her breathing. The question in her mind was what else could he do with them? She had some experience, but not with clothespins. Oh why did she not go with the soft looking flogger instead?

He looked over her body and resisted the urge to go right for her spread lips, or some other 'sexual' place and focused on his task. He traced around her areola before pinching the skin and attaching another clothespin at the 12 o'clock position, one jaw on the darker skin, and the other jaw on her alabaster flesh. She arches again and groans, he had other places he could use she realised and started to tremble just a little at the prospect of where and what he could do to her with just these pieces of wood.

He completed the cardinal directions on her left breast before moving to her right; she now squirmed as he pinched the skin to add another set of pins at 12, 3, 6, and 9 o'clock. When he had them all in place, she was whimpering and sniffing at the pinch to her skin. She looked at him pleadingly as he picked up another clothespin and trailed his fingers down her stomach, her stomach pulling back from his touch. He pinches the skin near her belly button up and attaches a clothespin to the northeast direction. She sucks in her breath through her teeth and stares at him intently, not saying what is on her mind.

He runs his finger around her belly button, the sensation tickling to add to the pinch from the clothes pin and soon she has a pin in each of the mid-directions, shaping an X instead of the cross on her nipples. She pulls on the straps he used to hold her hands above her head and emits a little growl, her eyes shooting daggers at him though she still bites her tongue, fairly certain calling him names would not bode well at this point.

Standing up he looks over her body and nods in agreement with himself. His contained his excitement, his nervousness and focused on what he had to do. His fingers start trailing lower again and now they pass over her surprisingly sensitive lips. Her hips shift and rise to the touch as she gasps first then lets out a small whimpered moan. It takes a moment for her to register what is coming and her eyes get wide, oh god not there! She makes a sound, a protest, but does not say no, yet.

His fingers toy with her caress her tender skin and probe down to find her super-sensitive clit. She lets out a soft moan mixed with a whimper as she feels the berry grow under his fingers. She misses the movement that brings the first clothespin between her legs and over her labia. Her back arches again and a yelp erupts where she was just moaning. Her eyes open wide and lock on him as she hisses cocksucker hoping that it was quiet enough for him not to hear.

His lips curled into a smirk as he clearly hears what she said. He ignores it for now, his fingers continue to play in her sex, teasing her and dipping into her tunnel as he brings a second clothespin to attach to her labia on the other side. She hisses again and mutters, "fuck!" not risking calling him something a second time so soon. He openly grins at the curse and picks up a third clothespin.

The jaws close on her labia again, and again. Soon there are four pins on each lip and she is squirming and cursing with each one, "Jesus fuck!" she calls out on the last one applied. Her sex throbbed with a mixture of desire from his fingers, and pain from the clothespins. She found herself mixed and confused at the blending, sitting on the edge of the precipice of orgasm. He was back to toying with her clit, teasing, rubbing it. She felt it swell more and pulsate. Her hips rose, her breathing ragged. She moaned and whimpered; he was going to do it, she could tell, he was going to let her reach that climax. Suddenly the rubbing stops.

Her eyes open and she sees a clothespin moving between her legs again. With the other ones holding her lips open, her berry is fully exposed and she shakes her head, "no. Oh god no! Please no! Don't please no, no, no" she begged him. He just smiled and looked her in the eye as the clothespin was applied to her clit; the wooden jaws closing slowly around the hard tender bud. It bulged under the torment and visibly pulsed.

"Holy Sweet Mother of Fucking God Dammit Cocksucking Bastard!" she screamed as the bite shot through her body. He froze. He looked at her with genuine fear in his eyes. He had done it; he pushed too far too soon and blew it. He moved to take it off, certain that she would never talk to him again let alone play again. Suddenly he hears from her lips a long low moan, then another. Her hips start to move in that sultry way hips move before an orgasm rips free.

He lowers his head to her ear and whispers, "call me a cocksucker huh?" he grins and stands back up. His fingers start to tease her slick passage and press deeper, "do you think you deserve to cum?"

She nodded quickly, "p-p-please, let, let me cum. Please!" she begged him. Squirming as his fingers hit the mark and pushed her faster toward the edge. Fearing what may come if she did not get permission first, she held back with all her might. "PLEASE!"

"Well my little toy, I suppose the answer will have to be... "

[To be continued]



The Door Ch. 02



This continues the adventure of our geeky hero, Rob. Rob attends Hooter State University (HSU), where poor Rob is surrounded by overly developed college girls. Rob has had a major crush on Merilyn the coffee girl with huge GG size hooters. Rob discovered a "Door" in the attic of the little cottage he rents. The "Door" will show him the girl of his desire.

Rob has been watching Merilyn ever night for a week now. It seems so far that the "Door" opens to the eyes of her cat. The first night he watched Merilyn change then give a blowjob to her stud boyfriend, Rex.

Since the first night, Rob has gotten to watch Merilyn change cloths, get ready for bed, and one lucky night, he saw her sleep totally nude and masturbate. He has no idea how the "Door" works, and doesn't care. Rob has enjoyed every night staring at his first desire, Merilyn. Her massive GG breasts, long brunette hair, and petite figure has caused him to jerk off more times then he can count. (Merilyn in this story is based on Merilyn Sakova.)

After a week of drooling over Merilyn, poor Rob was hungry and forgot to shop for food. One way HSU raises money, is it runs its own "Hooters" restaurant. As you can guess students from HSU run the entire restaurant from the waitress, to the hostess, and the cooks. The restaurant is very popular and is full every night with locals from around the campus and students from the nearby college Jock University (JU). Rob needed to eat, and he thought at 3 P.M. the place should be slow. 

Rob sat at a table and his waitress, Julia (based on Julia Miles), arrived. Rob looked up and saw the blond hair, blue eyes, full figure, with massive H cup boobs, and just 19 years old. The first time in a week, he forgot about Merilyn. Rob though her tight Hooters shirt would burst trying to cover her massive breasts. 

"Hi, mister. I am Julia. I here to serve you. Opps." The air-head blond dropped her pencils and bent to pick it up. Rob saw down her top and his heart raced. Then on purpose, Julia turned and Rob got a view of her big, thick, full round ass. Julia was not wearing the tan tights, so Rob saw her perfect butt cheeks spilling out from under her short Hooter shorts.

"I am sorry. I am clumsy. Can I get you something to drink?" Julia said after straitening back up.

Rob could not think or talk. His eyes were wide, and then, Julia smiled at him, and he looked into her memorizing blue eyes. Rob had his second desire. 

"Umm. Can I have a samich and a umm umm coke?"

"Sure, Hun. I'll be right back. Say you look new. Do you go to JU? Little small for their." Julia was still smiling but it turning from pretty air-head to snobby.

Rob still in awe of Julia thick, busty body said, "I go here HSU. I got in by accident, and my perfect grades."

"Ohh, Ok," said the rude air head waitress as she turns to get his food.

Rob's eyes are glued to her ass squeezed into her shorts as she leaves. Rob eats his meal and keeps staring at Julia every chance he gets. He is amazed the size of her huge tits, or it could be the sexy Hooters outfit she is wearing. Rob paid no attention to her rude, snobby attitude and left.

Later that night, Rob still was thinking of Julia. He decided to see what his "Door" would do if he thought of her.

Standing in front of the free standing door in the middle of the attic, Rob stated thinking of Julia. "Julia, Julia from Hooters. Julia," he said out loud as he opened the door.

It worked he saw her. She was still wearing her Hooters outfit. She seemed to be in an alley maybe in back of the restaurant. Since all the time Rob saw Merilyn, it was from the eyes of her cat. He thought it was how the door worked. However, this time the girl was looking right at him. He was seeing her from her level maybe just a little higher. Rob now realized the door showed him the girl of his desire from the closest eyes to her at the point he opens the door. This time it was from a guy with Julia in the alley.

"Are you sure you make movies. You seem a little old and dirty." Julia said rudely to him.

"Ya, babe. I work for one of the biggest movie companies in California. I could help you be a star, but you have to help me first. I have been drooling over your massive hooters all dinner. What size are they?" Rob heard the man in the alley ask Julia as he looked though his eyes at her.

Giggling Julia replied, "I wear an H cup bra. They match my hot think body. Right? I would be perfect in movies. What do you mean help you? I brought you your dinner and was nice. What, do you want to see my boobs? I dunno"

"Yes, for starters. It's private back here. I need to see them in case I want to send you for a topless scene. A lot of young actress had to do them in the start. It's normal. Then, just a little more help."

"OK. I will let you see them, but I am not having sex. They do not let girls in HSU have the pill," replied the gullible rude air-head. Julia lifted her shirt to reveal her massive tits spilling over her white lace bra. 

A normal, hairy hand reached out to cup her humongous jugs. The dirty, hairy, bald man that is trying to con Julia into thinking he can make her a star is squeezing and paying with her boobs inside her bra. He unsnaps the front of the bra and her giant tits come spilling free.

"You jerk. I wasn't going to take my bra off. I do not even let boyfriends see these until we have dated for six months." Julia covers her massive tits with her tiny hands.

"Julia, you want to be a star. You want us to sign you. Or should I wait six months. I need to see how you look, or I can find another girl."

The hairy hands help pull her hands off. He continues feeling her huge boobs. His hands are too small for the girl's huge tits. He mushes and squeezes them in his hands. The dirty local con artist now has a dirtier idea. 

He tells the girl. "Now, if you want a part in my next movie, I need to feel how good your big full red lips feel on my cock."

Julia eyes wide in shock. "You are kidding, right. I don't think so. I am not the type of girl to do that. I don't do that with my boyfriends."

The guy turns and Rob loses the view. Rob's hand already on his rock hard little cock start jerking to the scene.

"OK. I guess you do not want to be a star. There are many other girls in this school."

"Ok. Ok. I can. I can. I want to be in moves," replied the busty, con-able, air-head. She sat down on a crate in the alley.

The view changed to facing the voluptuous blonde, and he see the girl take hold on the man's cock. The dirty, hairy guy was massive. Julia even seemed surprised. He saw her bend and with a disgusted look on her face, she took the smell cock head into her mouth.

"Ohh, god. You are smelly. And so big."

The hairy hand rubs the girls head as he pulls her to his cock and pushes it forward. The dirty old man starts fucking Julia's full lips. His big cock is now moving in and out. The guy now getting excited his cock slide deeper into her mouth. 

Rob sees the girls eyes widen as the man forces his huge cock into her throat. Making her gag on his cock, he deep throats the busty air-head's unwanted mouth. The man pulls his cock in and out her mouth. Rob she Julia trying to pull back, but the man's hand is resting too hard on the top of her head. Holding her head in place, so he can forces his cock in her little mouth. He finally relaxes.

Julia pulls back gagging and choking.

"You jerk. You were too rough. And stink. I can't do... I am.. Don't want to be in movies this bad." 

"Oh man. Sorry, sweetie. I just got too excited. I tell you. If you let me just rub my cock on your big firm ass. You can even leave your shorts on. I will send you to my agent tomorrow. I promise. Cross my heart," smiled the old con artist.

"I guess, but you can't cum on me. If I was to get pregnant, somehow, I would be out of school, and sent back to Germany. Leave my short on. Just on top, for a minute."

"Promise, good girl. Now stand up."

Rob saw the girl nervously stand and lean against the wall. He was amazed by her big heart shaped ass as she bent over. He lost his load looking at her big ass and huge tits hanging in front of her.

The con artist placed his cock on top of her ass and started humping the girl's big butt cheeks. The guy's hands were on her hips as he rubbed back and forth on her ass. Rob noticed the girl's shorts moved up and reveled her entire bare end. Rob knew the voluptuous air head forgot she wasn't wearing stockings, today. The con guy leaned over her to grab one of her huge tits and guided his cock down and past her short and it rubbed over her bare pussy.

"Hey. Wait. You can't. You said..."

The perv old man slides his cock into the girl's tight wet pussy. He holds her huge boob with one hand and the other hand on her waist keeping her hips to his crotch. The guy, old and small, still was stronger and outweighed the girl. He squeezes her boob as he starts fucking her little pussy. The short slow nothing down as the guy takes no time to start fucking Julia faster making her giant tits shake faster and faster.

"Oh shit. God you feel so good, Slut. Oh man," were the moans from the guy.

"Oh OH, you have to stop. I said no fucking. OH god no. You don't have a condom. You can't. I never have without one. Oh ohh oh god stop."

Rob watches and starts jerking faster, again. He sees the hot voluptuous waitress now being forced to fuck. He sees the guy taking her faster and faster. Then, the girl finally is able to move forward to get the guy out of her little pussy. Just then, the guy's cock erupts shooting cum all over her blond busty waitress ass, hair, and back.

As Rob closes the door, he hears Julia protest about being covered in cum.

Rob, now recovering from the scene with the massive breasted Hooters girl, Julia, his mind moves back to his first desire, Merilyn.

Rob keeps thinking of Merilyn and says as he opens the door. "Merilyn, Merilyn"

He opens the door to see Merilyn topless in front of her mirror. Rob see Rex, her boyfriend, right behind her his hand on her giant boobs, and Rob is excited. He is seeing the scene from Rex's eyes.



The Door Ch. 03



She nodded quickly, "p-p-please, let, let me cum. Please!" she begged him. Squirming as his fingers hit the mark and pushed her faster toward the edge. Fearing what may come if she did not get permission first, she held back with all her might. "PLEASE!"

"Well my little toy, I suppose the answer will have to be... "

She looked up with pleading eyes, it was clear she could not hold much longer. She writhed and he smirked at her, pulling his fingers free from her pussy and leaving her to wait, "no," he stated simply and watched her face and chest fall.

His fingers drew sensually up her stomach to the clothespins attached to each of her nipples and his lips curled into what can best be described as a sadistic grin. He closed around the wooden clamps and eased the pressure and pulled it free, letting the blood rush back to the nipple. He let out a breath as it turned from the deep purple back to the fiery red. She arched and moaned again, squirming from the burn on her chest. "No," he said again.

"No," he repeated as he took the clothespin from her other nipple and subjected her to the same burning, smiling brightly as she moaned in pleasure, groaned at the denial, and arched to the pain. She shuddered and realised that her juices were flowing from her pussy and coating her thighs and ass. The edge stood before her, and beaconed her to jump and plunge into the sweet release she needed. Her mind the only thing holding her back and it was losing fast.

He took a deep breath, part of him wanting to let her have her orgasm, to watch her body convulse and release the spring he had built up. The other part of him loving the sight of her squirming, begging, and pleading. He chastised the serving part, reminding himself that despite what she said, she wanted what he was giving, craved it. She wanted the lack of control, and the risk of punishment that he now put her in. His fingers start to remove the clothespins forming the pretty pattern on her stomach.

She hissed each time a pin was removed and squirmed more. The word 'no' ringing in her ear though he no longer said it. She moaned, whimpered, and looked longingly at him. As the first of the pins on her labia were removed, she tensed up and shuddered violently as the blood rushed back and her orgasm crashed through her. He simply smiled and nodded, it was just a matter of time. He removed the second clothespin from her tender folds and she shuddered again.

His fingers released the third, and then the fourth clothespins and she pressed her head into the mattress and cried out as another orgasm ripped through her. Each clothespin brought on a harder and stronger release until he was poised to take off the one on her clit. She lay there panting and writhing, watching his fingers, and his eyes, as he made a show of taking of the remaining clothespin. A small sound emitted from her throat, both wanting relief from the tormenting pieces of wood and afraid of what would happen to her when he took off that last clamp.

He slowly closed his fingers and watched her face. The sight and sound of her orgasms had inspired him. He was confident, ready for what was coming, he thought. Slowly he squeezed it open and took the pin from her clit. The tiny bud swelled again, the rush of blood in both directions making it pulse as she thrashed in the restraints. Mouth agape, eyes closed tightly she came. His eyes locked on hers and a smile played over his lips. It was just what he had hoped for in all his planning. He had walked it over in his mind, every detail, every minute. He tried to predict her reactions and the result was better than he could have expected. As she settled after her release, she lay there panting. Her eyes lazily rested on him with a look of pure delight as she cooed out, "th-thank you S-sir." His fingers ran through her hair, pushing several stray strands out of her face and she nearly purred like a kitten. Her head turned to his hand and she nuzzled him, spent.

"Don't thank me yet," he said calmly, forcing his voice once more to be strong. He wanted to stop, she had reached her peak. He wanted to take her right now, bound and helpless. He wanted to just walk out of the room and leave her there tied up alone for the hour, to play with her mind. He could not do any of them, he was not done yet. "Someone had an orgasm without being allowed to."

Her eyes popped open, looking at him nearly petrified, "w-what?"

"Well my sweet thing, I do believe I told you no; several times in fact."

"B-but, I... but, please, I'm so... I'm too sensitive, it will," her voice dropped to a whisper, "hurt."

He simply grinned, on the outside. He knew it would hurt more. He knew that she was most likely too sensitive. He knew that she had broken the rule and if he did not follow through, it would be worse later. At least that is what the book said and he was pretty sure the book was right.

She looked at the smile on his face and whimpered again, biting her lip. "Be gentle?" She whispered.

He untied her hands and then her feet. He gently rubbed her ankles and shoulders while she massaged her wrists. She curled into him and trembled in a genuine fear. It was all he could do to not hold her tight right there and stop. He steeled himself and resolved to follow through. She cooed in his arms, hoping to placate him and somehow knowing it was not going to happen... and she wanted it.

She was led back to the living room and guided to kneel on the armchair. Her knees at the edge of the cushion pressed against the arms. Her back bent over the back of the chair, arms tucked in so she rested on her elbows. She knew that this position presented her bottom perfectly to him and it was what he wanted. He bound her wrists together, and then tied them to the base of the chair. He also made sure her ankles were not going to move. It took him a few tries, but he finally settled on a isometric bond that prevented her legs from closing.

Her head hung against her hands until she heard the sound. That sound. The sound of leather sliding through denim. The sound of a leather belt, his leather belt, sliding out of his belt-loops. She trembled and dared a quick glance over her shoulder as he positioned himself. It was going to hurt, it was going to sting and ache and best of all, it was going to put her in orbit—the good kind.

He had spoken! He asked her a question. Her mind tried to focus back to answer him. Instead of answering her response was a simple, "huh, what?"

He chuckled, the first time he laughed all night in fact. It centered her, he was human again and she listened closely to what he asked, "How many times did you cum?"

"E-eight or nine t-times," she stammered, not remembering or thinking at the time she would have to count them.

"Then you will receive eight or nine lashes, plus two for 'huh' and 'what'"

She nodded, whimpered, and hung her head to await her medicine. The soft leather draped over her bottom, her back, her shoulder. She squirmed and moaned a little at the touch of the hide on her own. Then the first one landed. There was no warning, no telegraphing of his intention. The leather strap just landed hard and sharp across her ass. She rocked forward and yelped, her ass suddenly burning from the sting of the belt. She swallowed and lowered back into position, knowing that was just a soft one.

He watched her rock, heard her yelp and then smiled as she positioned for another. She wanted it, somehow he knew she did. He hooked his thumb into the loop the belt made on itself and gave a sharp tug. The crack filled the room and she nearly screamed, rocked forward and shook her head as she realised that he had not hit her. She cursed him under her breath, he was sure he heard the word bastard. He smiled again.

"Hmmmm Fuck!" She rocked forward again and clenched her ass cheeks as the fire doubled with the second hit. "Son of a..." She was not thinking of being proper and polite, and he seemed to like it anyway. She was just as human as he was. She felt the trickle again, there was something wrong with her wiring she thought as the next lash landed and she shivered and screamed, "God dammit!"

His fingers caressed her ass and between her legs, finding that unmistakable sign that not only did she like this, she loved it. He stepped back and struck again as she was mid-moan from his manipulation. She rocked forward and yelped again before sliding back with a shuddering breath. Four she told herself, that was four.

THWACK! "FIVE!" She cried out for no reason. She had not been asked to count them, but it centered her. It kept her focused and her mind off the small rivulet threatening to run down her thigh. He watched her squirm from the last one and took a deep breath. Her pleasure was getting him more into it, adding once more to his confidence. His mind and desires fighting as he purposefully hurt this girl that he knew desired it.

He took a breath and swung the belt again, a swish in the air followed immediately by a loud clap signalled possibly the hardest hit yet. She arched upright as far as the restraints would allow and cried out, tears springing to her eyes and rolling on her cheek. "Jesus mother fucking son of a Cocksucking bastard." He couldn't help but laugh. A true laugh, of mirth at the string of profanities that came from her mouth. It was cathartic to hear her, it reaffirmed his actions and he stepped closer, whispering in her ear as his fingers returned to her now drenched pussy.

"That was six sweetie, just four more to go. And the last four, for having such a foul mouth, will all be just as hard." The foul mouth was the reason, but it was not a punishment, but rather he wanted to hear her. Then he got an idea, "now use that foul mouth to beg me to fuck you instead of spank you." He almost said beat, but somewhere inside he loathed that word. He spanked her. He tormented, teased, and punished, but he did not beat people. Beating was barbaric and what a group did to a defenceless person.

She nodded as the belt swung again and let loose a resonating crack. She screamed again, arched upright then began to beg. It was a genuine begging, she did want him to fuck her instead of spanking her. Her pussy ached to be filled as the foulness poured from her lips, only fuelling her fire. "Please, please fuck me. Fuck me, oh god, no more just fuck me, fuck my tight little cunt. Owwww!" The stream of her pleas was broken by another crack of the belt and she intensified her case. "Oh god, please, slide your hard cock in me. Fuck my tight little cunt; take me like a little slut. Oh please, please will you... will you..." she was whimpering as the belt came down again.

"Ahhh FUCKING HELL!" She shouted and blabbered on. "Take me. Pound my dripping snatch, fill it flood it, use it!" She was in tears as her words only fuelled her own need, her thighs getting coated again by her own juices.

"Sweet mother of FUCK!" as the ninth lash landed. His pants tented, his member strained against his jeans as he heard her beg with language to make a sailor blush. Her ass was a myriad of red lines from the torment of the belt. Her voice wavered, and broke as she begged. His chest heaved with exertion and more desire as he lined up to give her the last lash and give what she kept asking for.

Everything seemed to slow down as the last stroke landed, impressed into her flesh, then bounced off and let the rebound occur. She arched, pulling hard on the restraints as her head dropped back with her mouth wide. A long loud primal scream erupted before her whole body rocked forward, her head dropping. She bounced of the back of the chair and held her place, panting and shaking as her wavering voice returned and delivered a fresh stream of carnal demands.

"Oh my god PLEEEASE, please fuck me. Pound my cunt, fill me, make me cum, make me scream. Use me, use your slut, fuck her. Pound my wet little pussy and claim it for your own. Oh please, please will you fuck me. I need, I need your cock in me, put that hard cock in my cuuuuuuuunght!"

She choked on her own breath as she felt what she was begging for happen. She arched once more in delight as the hard shaft of his cock started to slide in and out of her sloppy pussy. The sound of her juices being pushed out of the way and then refilling the void filled the room. He groaned as his hips connected with hers, punctuated by a slap of skin on skin.

She moaned louder, pushing back on him as he did everything she had begged him to do. He rocked his hips hard, pounding her and forcing her against the back of the couch. His hands slid up her sides and grabbed her breasts and squeezed, pinching the nipples. His manhood pumped in and out of her parted lips. His moans mixed with hers and soon both degraded into primal grunts and animalistic sounds.

His hips moved faster, an urgency to his actions as he felt himself getting closer to the edge. He moved one hand from her breasts and snaked it into her hair. Giving a twist he griped and pulled back, her head stretched to the extent her neck would allow. Her scalp burned and she hissed first, and then groaned in a deep guttural pleasure as he used his new leverage to grind deeper into her.

Their coupling reached a head as he tensed up, his whole body coiled like a spring just a second before his cock twitched in her, jerking and spurting his hot sticky seed. He shuddered hard as he came and felt her walls contract around him, milking every last drop as she cried out and shook. She jerked with each twitch of his cock in her tight and flooded passage. Hanging her head and weeping with indescribable pleasure and relief.

He held against her for what seemed forever as he fought to regain his breath. Slowly he slipped from her and released her bounds. They collapsed into the chair, arms and legs intertwined as the pair panted. His lips pressed to her neck and ear and she tipped her head with a soft purr.

"Th-thank you, S-sir. Th-that was... that was ... wow." She was at a loss for air and breath to express more.

"Uh huh," he replied simply.

They held each other as the buzzer went for the end of the game. Neither knew who won and really did not care. He was fairly certain that this was not going to be the last session between the pair, and his mind was already thinking of what else he could get up to with her. 



The Door Ch. 03



Rex cups and plays with Merilyn's massive hooters. His huge athletics hands are covered by her huge massive pillows for breasts. Merilyn (Merilyn Sakova) wears a GG size bra and even her boyfriend; Rex's hands don't cover them completely.

"God, babe. I love your tits. You are the hottest girl on HSU's (Hooter State University) campus. I could feel these all day."

"Rex, please. I am just a normal girl on campus. I am just the lucky girl who gets to be with the stud from JU (Jock University, the campus across town). Rex, don't you like my new blue panties?"

Rob looking though his "Door" in the attic of the house he rents, sees though Rex's eyes as Rex plays with Merilyn's huge hooters and then grabs her ass with his hands. Merilyn, standing in front of her mirror with only her new blue lace G-string panties on, has her boyfriend Rex stands behind her. Merilyn's huge natural tits hang perfectly on her small petite, brunette frame which looks great to Rob. He sees them though Rex's eyes using his "Door".

Rex turns Merilyn to him and starts kissing her deep and passionately. His hand's are still all over her ass and breasts as he makes out with her. Rex now starts to removes his clothes. Rex being the quarter back from JU was in shape and the opposite of geeky Rob.

Rex now lies back on Merilyn's bed in just his jockey short as his girlfriend moves on top of him. Her massive tits hang and rub on the stud as she moves on top of him. The voluptuous girl removes Rex's bottoms to revel his huge thick 11 inch cock. 

Merilyn holds the huge cock in her little hand. "God, Rex. You have such a big cock. I am always concerned that I can't even handle it," says the very busty girl as her hand strokes the big cock.

"Oh babe. You are always the best, You know I always take it easy, and your gorgeous body was meant for my massive cock. I love your full, pouty, red lips on it," Rex says as he rubs her hair with his hand.

Merilyn takes the cock in her hand again. She licks the huge member from top to bottom. Her full lips wrap around the massive cock and start sucking. She can only take a few inches at first then feels Rex start to push up and into her mouth some.

Merilyn pulls back and says, "You have your towel to finish on. Right? You know that stuff is disgusting to us HSU girls."

"Yes, babe. I know. I know."

Rob watches as the huge breasted girl starts sucking her boyfriend's cock more. Without thinking, for the first time, Rob steps into the "Door."

Rob still watching Merilyn sucking Rex's cock, but he seems to be closer. Oddly he feels her soft hair in his hand then shocked he realizes he feels her big, full lips on his cock. Not Rex's, but it is Rex, but it is his cock. Rob has now stepped into Rex's body. He is now Rex, but still has his own thoughts just in Rex's body.

Rob(Rex) feels the huge cock being sucked faster and faster. He is overcome by excitement; his hand pushes her head down more and more, and Rob starting pushing Rex's cock into the girl's mouth deeper. Then, the huge cock slides into her throat for the first time.

Merilyn surprised by the sudden intrusion from her boyfriend. He had never made her take soo much before. She now has 7 then 8 inches in her mouth. Merilyn feels his huge cock slide into her throat, and he starts fucking her tight virgin throat.

"Oh god, oh fuck. I never have done this. I can't believe it," says Rob(as Rex) referring to his firs blowjob.

Merilyn is able to pull back, gagging and choking from her boyfriend's massive cock, after it violated her mouth for 10 seconds.

"You jerk. I told you not soo deep. Not like that. I know, you never have been, so deep in my throat you asshole. You never will be in my mouth again, jerk."

Rob(Rex) in a panic understanding what he has done, "Oh god Merilyn. I am so sorry. You are so hot and perfect. I just got too excited. I swear. I never meant to hurt you. I mean. I love... I love you."

Meriyln never heard Rex speak so nice and caring to her before was in awe. "Ok. OK Just be nice. I am soo horny, right now. If you only knew."

"Ok, promise."

Merilyn resume sucking Rob(Rex)'s big cock. Her huge tits are swaying under her as she sucks faster and faster. Rob(Rex) now getting very excited again. Rob feels his new big cock start to feel funny. He knows he is about to cum, or Rex is. Now, with his hand on the back on her head, he starts pushing into her mouth more. Merilyn still excited about Rex's new changed attitude keeps sucking faster and faster not thinking her boyfriend may cum. Usually Rex last quite some time.

Rob(as Rex) is not able to hold himself off. He knows his cock is about to explode. He keeps his hand on her head and feels his balls tighten. He holds his load trying to not violate his true desire. However, he unloads. His cock shots a huge massive rope of cum hard into Merilyn's throat.

Shocked, Merilyn stop sucking the big cock which is still half in her mouth. She is disgusted and gags as she feels Rob (Rex) start cumming in her mouth. She is surprised by the massive volume. Rex never seemed to be more than average, but her mouth was filling with huge thick ropes of cum. She has no option, but she has to swallow. Taking the huge load down into her stomach, she gags and chokes on the huge cock unable to pull off his cock.

Rob(Rex) not thinking keeps the big heavy hand on her head. He is shocked by the huge massive ropes of cum spilling from his cock into her mouth. He cums load after load in Merilyn's unwanted mouth. He finally relaxes and feels her lips pull from his cock. He is so excited he doesn't hear her gulp, choke and gag on his cum as it fills her mouth. He feels one last shot fire out and over her face and hair as she pulls back.

"You asshole. I can't believe you did that." Merilyn says then spits on the floor.

Merilyn lies across the bed on her stomach. She grabs a bottle of water from the ground on the other side of the bed. She drinks the water to rinse her mouth. Rob(Rex) still shocked and amazed by his first blowjob, and it was with the massive hooter goddess of his dreams. Rob (as Rex) looks at Merilyn on the bed. Her full round firm ass sticking up at him in her laced G-string barley covers her big firm ass. Rob still rock hard from the excitement. He doesn't think and stands between her legs. While Merilyn drinks the water,he looks down at her sweet perfect ass. He bends down both hands on her ass cheeks his tongue and mouth move to her crotch. He licks her crotch though her panties. 

After drinking the water, Merilyn still lying on the bed says, "You fucking jerk. I told you not to cum in my mouth and never on me. I can't believe this. It is so disgusting. You have to fucking lea... Yea, off my ass. Oh god Rex.."

Rob in Rex's body licks her more. His hands now take hold of her panties and remove them. Rob sees her smooth trimmed pussy; he bends down and licks her pussy, more. He lets his tongue enter in and out of her sweet lil tight hole. He fills he raise up off the bed onto her knees.

"Oh god, Rex. Oh god you never have done this. OH fuck, mmm that feels good." Merilyn starts to rise up off her stomach with the heat and excitement of her boyfriend's tongue.

Rob now behind Merilyn, he straightens up. His hands hold her hips. He feels her warm hot pussy right in front of his raging hard on. Without thinking, Rob rubs his cock over her wet hole then lets his big huge rock hard cock sink into her wet pussy.

Before Merilyn can object Rob starts pushing in and out of her little bare pussy.

"Rex, NO. We said after college. OH god Rex. You are so big. Rex, stop you do not have a condom on." Merilyn says as she feels her boyfriend continue fucking her. It was like he was in a trace.

Rob(Rex) continues pushing in and out of the girl of his desires. He feels the huge cock stretch her tight pussy. Rob thought getting a blow job was great, he now can't believe how great her pussy feels. Rob starting fucking Merilyn faster and faster. He looks down and see her massive tits swaying to each trust in ward.

"Oh Merilyn. Oh god, you are so tight. Oh god I love fucking you. I can't stop. It feels so good," Rob says between each thrust. 

Rob (as Rex) is the first guy to fuck Merilyn. Using the huge cock, he feels her tight virgin pussy stretch around his huge cock. He fucks her faster and faster. He loves watching her massive tits swing back and forth as he fucks her.

"Rex...No Stop....Rex...We can't.....If I get...pregnant, I get kicked out..... OOOOOOH Rex it's too big. Oh god Rex. You have...to pull...out!" moans Merilyn between trust.

Rob can't believe what he is doing. Not thinking, he fucks her faster and faster. Reaching forward he grabs hold of one of her huge boobs. He holds her massive boob and feels the massive 11 inch cock sink completely into her.

"OH god, Rex. Not so deep. Oh god."

Rob continues to trust in and out. Then, pushing deep fully inside her Rob holds the cock in her as feels his balls empty for the second time into Merilyn. This time he floods her tight pussy with his massive unwanted cum. He feels the cock shoot massive huge ropes of cum into her. 

"Oh GOOOOOOOOD, OHHHHH FUCCCCK OOOOOO MANNNN OOOO," yells Rob as he fills her.

Rob thinking he must leave. He thinks of stepping out of the "Door". He does that back in his attic. Rob steps back out of Rex's head and out of the door. He looks back to see Merilyn pull forward and away from Rex and lay on the bed looking up.

She yells, "You FUCKING asshole. I can't believe you did that."

"I..I couldn't stop. Babe, it was like I was watching a TV. All I could do was just watch. WOW, that was awesome," replied the confused jerk jock.

"I can't believe it. I can fuck any girl on HSU campus." Rob says out load to himself as he shuts the door. 



The Door Opens



I have been nervous and on edge since I awoke this morning. Showering, dressing and eating breakfast did not alleviate the situation. I pace back and forth across the living room of my apartment. Finally, I go to the side of the window and move the drapes so I can see out.

You are lying by the pool in your bathing suit. A wave of desire floods my body. I realize my problem. I am horny. It has been so long, too long, since my body has enjoyed the feel of a man's body against it. I ache for a man's penetration, the feel of him thrusting against me, in me, as I move against him. I yearn for a man's hands on my breasts, to feel them squeeze and rub me. I long for a man's mouth on mine and on my breasts.

I am infatuated with you but it cannot be. You are 18. I am 39. I could be your mother, in fact, I am older than your mother. With my aerobics, diet and exercise I am in good shape. I like my body. I am neither to large nor to small. But the age differential is just too great.

I turn away from the window and sit and scoot my butt to the edge of the couch. Kicking off my shoes, I put my feet of the side of the coffee table and let my knees flop open. The bottom of my skirt slides toward my waist. I pull it higher until I can see my panty clad mound. I can feel the need throbbing deep inside my pussy. I lightly caress my panties with my fingernails and enjoy the tickling tingles radiating and spreading throughout my body. I squeeze a breast through my blouse and bra. I can feel them swell and my nipples harden.

I am going to masturbate. I am going to frig myself until I lose this feeling deep within me. I strip my clothes off, scattering them on the couch. Nude, I begin to caress my body. It feels so good, but it would be better if it were your hands, instead of mine, stroking and sliding over my skin.

I go back to the window and peer out. Are you looking at my apartment? I do not think you can see me, only my head is exposed. If I open the drapes, and stand before the window, you will be able to see. What will you do if you see me? As soon as the thought flits through my mind, I am pulling the drapes open. I stand before the window, legs slightly spread, hands on my hips, with my breasts jutted forward. My eyes are closed. My desire and my need is getting greater. I try to feel your eyes on me. I want them to caress me, to take me, to devour me. I open my eyes and you are gone!

Frustration. Pure frustration. I drop both hands to my pussy and insert a finger from each hand, soaking them in my wetness. I rub gently on my clit with one and bring the other to my mouth and suck the wetness off. I close the drapes and start for my bedroom. I must finish myself, but it is not I want. I want you.

Damn. There is a light knock on my door. Who can that be? I do not want a visitor, not now. I look through the peephole. It is you!

As if it belonged to another person, I watch my hand and arm reach for the knob. If it turns and pulls, I will be standing before you in my birthday suit. I giggle at this thought. Do I want the door to open? Do I want you to see me standing here, to look at me. Do I want you to enter the apartment, and me? God, YES!

The door opens.



The Door Prize



A silver CL-600 Coupe Mercedes-Benz sliced through the inky darkness with the speed and silence of a stealth bomber. Under the hood sat a 5.5 liter V-12 twin-turbo engine that threw out a whopping 493 horse power, allowing the vehicle to accelerate from 0-60 in 4.6 seconds. Its retail value is estimated at being in the vicinity of $128,000, making it a car not to be trifled with. 

Its pilot, Danny Richardson, drove with such a reckless disregard for the law that it left his co-pilot, Michael Kirby, gripping his armrest so hard that the whites of his knuckles could almost be made out in the limited available light.

The engine raced as the rev limit maxed out for fifth gear, but was soon purring like a kitten when Danny slipped her into sixth. Their car was emulating the high velocity of a bullet shooting through the barrel of a well-oiled gun, weaving in and out of traffic as if Danny were on a race track. 

If Michael didn’t know any better he would assume that the world famous McLaren-Mercedes Formula One driver, Kimi Raikkonen, had been tutoring Danny on the finer points of handling his production model Mercedes under heated racing conditions. 

“Man, your parents would be pissed if they knew you were driving their car like this,” Michael warned, tightening his grip as he watched the speedometer’s needle race past 150mph. 

“Fuck my parents, who gives a shit what they think? Just don’t be a dickwad at the party tonight Mikey, that’s all I’m asking,” Danny said. His eyes were turned away from the road and set squarely on Michael’s. “Just lighten the fuck up dude. There’s going to be so much pussy at The Stoner’s party tonight that you’ll think you’re at a fuckin’ cat convention.”

“Okay, okay, just watch the damn road, Danny.” 

Michael sighed. This was what Danny was like all the time and how he talked about the opposite sex. They were never referred to as girls or women, but always as ‘pussy’ or ‘cunts’ or ‘bitches’. 

“I’m doing you a solid here, don’t forget that. You don’t get into this party unless you’re someone pretty fuckin’ special – I don’t like to blow my own trombone but it’s a fact.”

“Trumpet,” Michael corrected.

“What?”

“The phrase actually goes, ‘not to blow one’s own trumpet.’”

“Look, fuck that phase, you’re the English scholar, I’m just here to play football and fuck bitches. The point I’m trying to make is that you have to act cool tonight. Can you do that for me?”

“Sure Danny, you don’t have to worry about me.”

“Good, good, I knew I didn’t. I’m gonna make sure you get hooked up with a nice piece of ass to pump. You spend too much time with your dick in those textbooks and not enough time with it in pussy. I worry about you man, you aren’t goin’ homo on me, are you?”

It had been four weeks since Michael had been with a girl. A pretty brunette had picked him up at a nightclub and taken him back to her apartment for a night of sweet lovemaking, but had given him the cold shoulder when he’d tried to contact her again. 

For Danny Richardson, going without sex for four days, let alone for weeks, is nigh on impossible. Anyone that doesn’t match his sexual appetite instantly becomes a homosexual in Danny’s eyes. 

“No,” Michael said evenly. “I like girls Danny, but I also want to pass college. You know, that’s why we’re here, to get our degrees.”

Danny began to laugh as if he’d heard a real backslapper of a joke, and Michael just shook his head. Danny was the epitome of every jock you’ve ever seen in those teen movies about college. Most people are under the impression that it’s pure fiction, but the reason those guys exist in the movies is because they actually exist in the real world. 

So how had they become friends and subsequent roommates? Good question.

For the first year of college Michael had been living on campus and had knuckled down completely into his classes. He’d made no friends, acquired no girlfriends, and the idea of going to a party would’ve made him queasy; he was a loner and always had been. 

In High School he’d been that guy who kept to himself all the time and had excelled without anyone noticing. Unlike so many others with his level of intelligence he had never suffered at the hands of a bully, and had always gone to school to learn, not socialize. 

After the completion of exams at the end of his first college year, Michael had gone out to a pub to celebrate what he knew were going to be exceptional scores. He wasn’t much of a drinker but he’d decided that he’d earned the privilege to let loose for a while. Somehow he had managed to be pulled into a pool tournament that was going on, and due to the fact that his father owned a bar and had spent thousands of hours teaching him the art of pool, he’d kicked everyone’s asses in two seconds flat. 

Danny had been on the sidelines observing this ass-kicking with a pretty blonde date, and had been mightily impressed by his stellar performance. 

Even with their differences they’d managed to get along pretty well, and for some unknown reason Danny had taken an instant liking to him. He’d managed to pull Michael out of his shell and to some extent begin to enjoy the party life. Their friendship had advanced to the point where they both decided to swap Danny’s Swedish roommate into Michael’s dorm room, and so the rest was history. 

Most of the time Danny was full of shit but Michael still enjoyed his company. Maybe it was because someone popular finally liked him. 

“All I’m saying, Mikey, is that you need to dip your wick, get a little bit of muff and enjoy yourself. This party is the fucking bee’s knees. Only one hundred and fifty guys are allowed through the doors and the hundred bucks entry is definitely worth it. You brought the money, right?”

“Yeah, I’ve got it,” Michael said, patting his wallet. “Why so much money though? I mean, surely electricity, booze, cleaning up…All that doesn’t cost fifteen thousand dollars?”

“I told you Mikey, there’s a door prize that you go in the running to win and you’ll fucking love it. Trust me, one hundred bucks is chicken feed for what you get if you’re the lucky winner.”

“What’s the prize?” he asked.

Danny turned his eyes from the road again and grinned. Michael felt the urge to cringe, because Danny’s grin was somewhat unsettling; bordering on being sleazy and manipulative. 

To the untrained eye it might appear that Danny was a bit of a moron, but he wasn’t. Over time Michael had come to believe that Danny’s foul mouth and dulled intellect were an elaborate ploy so that people would underestimate him.

“It’s a surprise my man, but trust me Mikey, these parties are so awesome I’m gonna have you hooked for life. After tonight you’re gonna think you’re kissed on the dick by a fairy.”

Danny pulled the Mercedes off the road with a screech of rubber and eased it into a parking space across from a massive three story house. All the lights were burning and Michael could just make out the front door. Two massive black bouncers stood at either side and ferried those with legitimate passes inside, and those who were trying to get in without the proper I.D. were sent sprawling down the front steps. 

He’d heard a few rumors about the parties Eric ‘The Stoner’ Stone threw. Some of them had come directly from Danny’s mouth while others were just the usual campus gossip. Apparently it was the one party everyone strove to attend, although no one that hadn’t actually been knew why. 

He’d also heard plenty about Eric Stone. Campus folklore suggested that his father, Maxwell Stone, had been a multi-millionaire, having struck it rich by investing in Bill Gates’ Microsoft company in its early stages of conception. If you believed the gossip mongers, when Maxwell passed away Eric had inherited it all. 

Now, at the ripe age of twenty-nine, all The Stoner did was party like no tomorrow and throw a special bash once a month for a selected minority only. And to tell the truth, Michael was pretty damn curious about what went on.

“Don’t look at the bouncers when we get to the door and don’t say a fucking word, just let me do the talking,” Danny said as they walked up the footpath.

“Name, member’s number and card?” the black guy on the left said softly, his voice a rich timbre. Such a soft voice on a big guy was quite bizarre, but Michael didn’t look up at him, he just continued to stare at the door. 

“Daniel John Richardson, member number 731,” he said, handing the black guy his card.

“Who’s your friend? We haven’t seen him before.”

“That’s Michael Kirby. The Stoner invited him personally.”

“Kirby, Michael,” the black bouncer said, producing a list from his jacket pocket. “Yup, he’s on here. He knows the rules, right? No talking about what goes on in here or it’s his ass.” Michael looked up at him with a scared look in his eyes. “And I mean that literally, Mr. Kirby. I know a few bull queers and they’d love to fuck your pretty little white ass.”

“He’s good Sampson, trust me, we won’t have any problems with him.”

Michael had the sudden urge to play smartass and ask the other black bouncer if his name was Delilah, but he wasn’t sure if he would have any teeth left or if he’d be able to walk straight after his asshole had been broken in. He kept his mouth shut like a good little boy.

The big oak door leading into the mansion was unlocked and they were ushered through quickly. Once inside the foyer, Michael immediately knew how Alice must’ve felt when she stepped through the looking glass. The door banged shut hollowly behind him and he gazed open mouthed at the amazing sight before him, moments later feeling the familiar stirring between his legs. 

This certainly wasn’t going to be any ordinary party. 

^ ^ ^ ^ ^

Since Michael had become friends with Danny Richardson he’d been on more dates than he could remember. Most of those lovely young girls had quite willingly taken him back to their dorm rooms or their apartments in town, sharing with him nights of ecstasy that made him feel more like a god than a mere mortal.

He absolutely loved sex and couldn’t get enough of it, and the girls he’d been meeting would let him do whatever he wanted; their sexual appetites were simply insatiable. 

After a year of solid introversion he’d finally begun to enjoy college life and the many perquisites it offered him. Of course, he still busted his ass in academics, but after classes he would allocate a lot of his time to hanging out with Danny, his friends and the numerous girls that took him on fabulous, occasionally torrid, sexual adventures.

Michael wasn’t a bad looking guy and he was quite aware of how girls found his light green eyes extremely appealing. The rest of him wasn’t that bad either: tousled brown hair, an athletic body and a nicely proportioned appendage which, while not huge, was never frowned upon in the size department. He supposed that his association with Danny Richardson hadn’t hurt his situation, either. 

Looking on with wide eyes at the scene in front of him, Michael had no doubts as to why these parties were kept hushed and only the bare minimum of people were invited. 

The foyer was half the size of an Olympic sized swimming pool and at the opposite end there was an archway that led off to the rest of the house. Standing in the middle of the foyer were two people, one male and one female. 

The girl looked to be about eighteen or nineteen and she was absolutely stunning. A little too thin for Michael’s taste, but she had such a pretty face that it didn’t seem to matter. Her hazel eyes were highlighted by the soft application of make-up (which he usually didn’t like) and her beautifully sculptured face was framed by straight, shoulder length black hair that was streaked with blood-red tips. While her breasts were smallish they appeared to be pert, and her nipples poked through the thin fabric of her snug singlet – which was bright pink and featured the words in bold black letters, ‘Door Prize – Hands Off!’

“Danny, you made it dude,” said the guy as they walked up to them. The mystery man was dressed in tan slacks and a t-shirt with ‘Party Animal’ written across the chest. A comic picture of a wolf sat underneath the words, making Michael grin as he noticed that it was passed out and surrounded by empty beer bottles. 

Danny and the man did a high five and greeted one other formally by shaking hands.

“Holy fucking shit man, look at this gorgeous cunt you’ve got this month. Damn, it’s a pity she’s ‘hands off’ and not ‘hands on’, ‘cause I wouldn’t mind sampling a little of this.”

Michael’s gaze lingered on the girl’s body and his roaming eyes traveled from her face and breasts, down her stomach and terminated at her sheer white panties. Embroidered on the material was, ‘A cock is the only key to unlock these treasures’, and had an arrow that pointed to the vague outline of her puffy pussy lips. 

She was looking directly at him and her face was flushed. He knew her, he realized, or didn’t know her but he’d seen her around. He gazed into her eyes and tried to picture where he’d seen her before, and then it finally clicked, she was in his English Literature class. 

From what Michael could remember every single lecture she attended was viewed from the back of the room. She never seemed to have any friends hanging around her and the only contribution she ever paid to class participation was her presence. So what the fuck was she doing here dressed like this?

“Stoner, this is my friend, Michael Kirby. Michael, this is Eric Stone.”

His first impression of Stone was one of surprise. He was small in stature considering his god-like reputation and he looked rather normal, unlike the deity he’d expected to be confronted with. Clean-cut, well-dressed and baby-faced, hell, he was every bit as different as you could get from the mental picture he’d set in his mind. 

“So you’re Michael?” Eric Stone asked thoughtfully. “I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, Michael. I got wind of you and Danny becoming friends and I insisted he bring you along tonight.”

Michael was speechless. The Eric Stone had specifically asked for him to come to his party. He didn’t even know how the hell the guy had heard of a light-weight like him. 

Stone had a large transparent container filled with one hundred dollar bills and held it up between Danny and Michael.

“Your contributions to the lovely door prize, gentlemen,” he said. 

Both Danny and Michael fished green notes from their wallets and dropped them into the container. Once in, Stone produced a lid from his pocket, screwed it down tightly and then threw it behind Michael towards the doorway. When Michael turned to watch the container bounce off the floor he saw a man standing in a concealed alcove dressed in a black suit, his eyes hidden behind an expensive pair of reflective sunglasses. The man, who looked like a Secret Service agent, caught the container and gave a curt nod.

“You’re it fellas, the last of the gravy train, so to speak. How rude of me, I haven’t introduced you to our gorgeous October door prize, Stephanie Sullivan,” Stone said as he turned to her, and then he watched both Danny and Michael feast their eyes. “Stephanie, this is Danny Richardson and Michael Kirby.

“Hi guys,” she said softly. 

Stone moved in behind her and slid a hand through her hair, letting it fall to her shoulders as he kissed the nape her neck. 

“What do you think, gentleman? Is she worth a measly hundred dollars for the chance to spend the night with her?”

Michael was almost salivating now. Her cheeks were glowing bright pink and her body was only a few feet from his. The distance between her body and his was so minimal that he could easily reach out and stroke her lovely chest or remove those panties to discover the treasures that they contained. 

Stone stopped touching her, grabbed her hand and led her away from them. They stood transfixed as her firm ass wiggled back and forth as her feet carried her scantily clad body away from them.

“Come on guys, the party’s already started and you don’t want to miss a second of it,” Stone yelled, his voice echoing off the walls as he walked out of the foyer. 

They looked at one another with wide eyes and started to follow, keeping pace but allowing a certain amount of distance so they could appraise Stephanie’s beautiful behind.

“Danny, I don’t understand. Is she the only girl that’s going to be here tonight?” Michael whispered.

“Fuck no,” Danny replied, his voice cringingly loud. “As long as you’re a hot chick you can get in without a pass. It’s only us guys that need the special invitation to attend.”

The loud thump of bass could be felt through the exquisite marble floor, its shine so buffed that you could probably eat a meal off it and it would be healthier than using a plate. 

Adorning the walls were various paintings ranging from Picasso to artists he’d never heard of, and periodically they would pass original posters from classic movies that were mounted and framed – most of them signed by the pictures’ stars. 

Obviously the ballroom was sound-proofed, because when Stone opened the twin doors a blast of techno music assaulted his eardrums. Dance music wasn’t Michael’s style, but he tolerated it due to the fact that he had to. 

Inside, with Michael’s limited view, he could see what appeared to be a mass of writhing bodies. Most of the girls were wearing low-cut skirts and flimsy tops, giving their male dancing partners easy access as they shook their bodies to the beat of the thumping music. From where he was standing it looked like a softcore porno shoot, with the distinct possibility of turning into a hardcore orgy of sex at any given moment.

Michael was about to step through the doors when Stone grabbed him by the arm and halted him. Danny, who was standing next to him, looked as surprised by this gesture as Michael. 

“Not you, Michael. I’ve got something I want to show you.”

“Okay,” he replied, feeling a little anxious.

Stone dropped Stephanie’s hand and turned to Danny, narrowing his eyes. “Danny, I want you to escort this lovely young lady around the party so that the guys and gals can get to know her. If anyone so much as brushes up against her I give you permission to break their arms.”

“You can count on me, Stoner.”

“Good. Follow me, Michael.”

Obedient to a fault, Michael kept stride with The Stoner as he led him down a narrow passage to their unknown – to Michael at least – destination . 

It was bad enough that Eric Stone had personally invited him, what made matters worse was that he seemed to have an agenda to go with it. An ordinary guy like Michael Kirby didn’t warrant the attention of an entrepreneur such as Stone.

“You have a brother called Jack, don’t you?” Stone asked.

“How did you know about that?”

“I heard through the grapevine that a guy called Jack Kirby had quite a party for his eighteenth birthday. Your surname isn’t exactly common, so I took a stab in the dark.”

A few months ago his brother had turned eighteen. Unfortunately Michael hadn’t been able to attend due to an overload of assignments, but if he had he would have been privy to the orgy that had transpired. From the limited details that Jack had given, a girl had gotten drunk and had taken it upon herself to entertain a large quantity of men in an upstairs bedroom.

“Oh, well, from what Jack told me it was the party of the century,” Michael said.

They came to an intersection and turned left. Stone’s mansion was so huge that it was an absolute maze of corridors and rooms, leaving Michael to wonder if Hansel and Gretel had the right idea in pioneering the fabled dropping of breadcrumbs. 

Stone turned to him and smiled. “What do you think of Miss October?”

“She’s very attractive. I envy the lucky guy that wins.”

Stone stopped walking and grabbed the hem of Michael’s jacket, slowing him up too. 




The Door Prize



There was something about Stone that he hadn’t immediately caught hold of. At first he’d assumed that he was just another druggy with money, now, he could see the sparkle of intelligence and wit that lingered behind his stare. 

“That’s what I like about you, Michael; you’re eloquent where most guys are crude. Take Danny for example, he’s a good bloke but he has no respect for women at all.”

Stone started walking again, forcing Michael to pick up his feet and follow like an obedient puppy.

“But…”

“Yes?”

“Miss October, I mean Stephanie, you’re basically giving her body away as a prize in a competition. How is that being respectful?”

They both reached the end of the hall and were confronted by a solid oak door that had a strange metallic device attached to the door jam. Upon a closer inspection the device turned out to be a hi-tech electronic lock that could only be disarmed by the holder of card with a magnetic strip.

“That’s a very good question but you don’t know all the facts,” Stone said as he retrieved a keycard from his pocket. “You assume a great deal, but hey, that’s okay, it’s human nature to collate the data we possess and form a picture relating to it. Quite often this function is useful, unless the data is corrupt, ill-defined or in this case simply based on appearances.

“Take the Pacific ocean for example. Sometimes the surface can be as smooth as the surface of a frozen pond. Looking at it from above, you could never begin to predict the world of activity that exists underneath. The events that surround Miss October are similar in that regard.”

Eric Stone was not a stupid man. It seemed that the assumptions Michael had of him were all grossly misaligned, in fact, horribly disfigured. He’d been expecting someone with the intellect of a fifteen-year-old and the mannerisms to match, not a pseudo-intellectual with a penchant for sprouting philosophy on the human condition.

A tinny beep sounded once the card had been swiped through the reader and the lock disengaged. Stone pushed the door inwards and kept talking. “You see, while you have many assumptions about me, I in turn have mine about you. The data in my possession is probably much more detailed and accurate than yours, so my mental image of you is very near the twin of what I see before me.”

They entered the room and Michael was struck with awe. Thousands of books lined ten foot high shelves that circled the entire room; most of them seemed to be very old and held together with leather spines. In the middle stood a lush, full-sized billiards table that was illuminated by a low-hanging light fixture that descended from a thirty foot high ceiling. It was all immaculate and everything appeared to have been allotted its place with the surgical precision of a doctor performing heart surgery. 

When Michael went to the nearest shelf he found all the books to be alphabetically categorized by the authors’ last names. Cocking his head to the side, Michael’s heart fluttered as he stared at the spine of the novel that all adventurous young boys should read. ‘The Adventures of Tom Sawyer’, it read.

“That’s a first edition,” Stone said.

“My god, how much is it worth?”

“A lot,” was all that Stone offered.

Wide eyed, he turned to Eric Stone and let out a small laugh. Not only did he feel like Alice, he wondered if he had in fact turned into her. How deep was this rabbit hole going to go?

“I’m not at all how you pictured me, am I?”

“No,” Michael responded softly.

“Right now your archives are updating all the information you have on me, junking whatever garbage you’ve ever heard and installing the new data for the records. I thought that a person like you would appreciate this.” Stone spread his arms wide, indicating the room. “You’re the only person I’ve ever invited in here.”

“Why?”

“We’re kindred,” Stone explained. “Here, come look at this.”

They strode over to another bookshelf and Stone plucked a book from it. Strangely, it was a relatively new novel with a glossy front cover, and the author was famous world-wide. Amongst all these classic books it seemed that Stone’s tastes weren’t exclusively tied to the past.

“You’ve heard of Raymond Ponting?” Stone asked, handing him the hardback book.

“Of course, everyone has,” he blurted. 

“Tell me what you know about him.”

“He’s a relatively young author, first published when he was just sixteen. As a matter-of-fact, Ray Ponting went to our college and graduated with distinction, majoring in English Literature. Also, he wrote a fabled poem called ‘The Red Raven’, which is pure legend around campus. Apparently it’s the only piece of work that old man Jones has ever given one hundred percent marks to.”

Without a word, Stone strode over to his mahogany desk, leaving Michael to slip the book back into its appropriate position. When he arrived next to him, Stone was waiting with two A4 sheets of paper held out. ‘The Red Raven by Raymond Ponting’ was scrawled in elegant scripture across the header. Next to the name was a one and two zeroes, written and circled in green ink. 

All of the marks that Michael had ever been given by Professor Jones where scored in red ink. Green is rumored to be Terence Jones’ favorite color.

“No fucking way,” Michael whispered.

“How else do you think I can afford this lifestyle?”

“But…Your father…Wasn’t he a millionaire?”

“My father was a dairy farmer from a very small rural town in Wisconsin. The only currency he ever traded in was liters of milk from cows. Like I said, we’re kindred. I’ve been following a lot of your work at the college, and I have to say, I’m mightily impressed with your talents as a writer. From time to time I run into young fellows such as you and I remember how it was for me back then. Occasionally I help them out or invite them to my parties.”

It was all too much for Michael to take in. Eric Stone was actually Raymond Ponting, the famous author and multi-million dollar investor. Party animal by night and novelist by day, he was living the best of both worlds and doing it with an equal dose of style and flair. 

“So what did you mean when you said I was assuming about Stephanie?”

Eric took his poem back and replaced it in his desk drawer. “You’ll see. C’mon, let’s get back to the party. We’ll be announcing the winner of the door prize soon.”

They retraced their steps until they found themselves back at the twin doors, both feeling the deep thump of bass as it pounded through the floor and vibrated through their bones. 

Before he opened the doors Eric turned to Michael and smiled. “You’re wondering why I’m telling you all this, aren’t you?”

“Just a little bit,” Michael replied, his voice sprinkled with sarcasm.

“Because you and I are cut from the same cloth. Through your stories and what Danny has told me, I’ve grown to like you. You’re talented, smart and you have a magic eye for writing. For some time now I’ve wanted to collaborate on a novel with someone, you, to be precise.”

“Me?”

“Bingo. Anyway, enough of the business side of things, there’s a party going on and I think that we’re invited!”

Eric slipped an arm around Michael’s shoulder, pushed open the twin doors and entered the ballroom. There was a strobe light flashing in the centre of the room and it made everyone appear to be dancing in slow motion. Many of the young women were writhing lewdly to the beat of the music, their hips bumping and grinding their asses into the crotches of the horny men circling them. 

A petite blonde with a short black mini-skirt was dancing close to him with her arms above her head as her dancing partner, an exotic young Asian girl, caressed the blonde’s firm stomach with one hand and groped her tits with the other.

The air of sex was everywhere. Off to the side of the room, in the darkened recesses, Michael could just make out the hazy shadows of couples in various stages of sexual play.

“Announcement’s in five minutes. Make sure you’re ready!” Eric shouted, and then left Michael to his own devices as he waded through the mass of dancers, a muscular bouncer cutting him a swathe.

Before he could even wonder what he was supposed to be ready for, the blonde and the exotic Asian materialized from nowhere and sandwiched him between their bodies. The blonde, who was in front of him, slid her hand down his chest and pressed it against the crotch of his cargo pants, fondling his rapidly hardening cock through the material. The Asian, who looked a little like the pornstar Tera Patrick, was busying herself with rubbing her tits against his back, when suddenly her tongue ran along the nape of his neck and she began kissing his prickling skin.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he stuttered.

The blonde smirked at him and continued her heavy petting, mashing her firm tits against his chest as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his ear. “Any friend of Eric Stone’s is a friend of ours,” she whispered, then licked his ear. 

A shudder passed through his body and both girls giggled when they felt it. Michael, being the meat of a girl sandwich, had a feeling that before the night was out he would be getting lucky. It was just a stab in the dark mind you, nothing concrete. 

The blonde licked her way down to his mouth and shoved her tongue between his lips, shamelessly kissing him after she’d only known him for less than a minute. This didn’t cause him to hesitate in kissing her back, and boy, what a kiss – her mouth tasted as sweet as a piece of candy, and the fact that her hand was rubbing at his cock only made it hotter. 

Becoming bold, Michael slipped his hands to the blonde’s shapely hips and then molded them to the curves of her ass, cupping her cheeks through the thin fabric of her mini-skirt.

“I’m Kiki,” the Asian yelled over the music. “And the slut you’re kissing is Tammy.”

Feeling generous and not wanting to discriminate, Michael removed his tongue from the blonde’s mouth and turned his head and shoved it between the other girl’s lips. 

Meanwhile, the blonde pried one of his hands away from her ass and directed it underneath her mini-skirt, along her smooth thigh and in between her legs.

All his hand found down there was bare skin. It felt as if Tammy, the blonde with the compact body, had burst a main pipe, because her pussy was saturated in a sticky wetness that couldn’t be mistaken for anything other than pussy juice. 

Kiki, the exotic Asian, had obviously been guzzling scotch like a regular lush; her mouth tasted of nothing else. A wave of nausea passed over him and he was forced to cease kissing her. No sooner had he slipped his tongue from her mouth than Tammy, in obvious need of a nice, hard fucking, grabbed the back of his head and shoved her lips against his again. 

While in the midst of a lust-fuelled tongue wrestle with the blonde, Michael jammed his middle finger roughly into her juicy snatch. A squeal of delight vibrated along his tongue and Tammy started to writhe against his hand, fucking her body against it, which also made her tits rub provocatively against his chest. 

Her nipples hardened as his finger repeatedly invaded her slushy pussy and could be felt grazing his chest through two whole layers of clothing, reinforcing his previous inkling that she was primed to become a notch on Michael’s relatively new belt. 

It was a pretty amazing scene. Two young girls, who he didn’t know, had him pinned between their bodies on a packed dance floor. People were probably watching them with more than a little interest, not having to exercise much in the way of their imaginations in order to work out why Tammy was bouncing up and down on his hand.

“They’ve got rooms where we can have a bit of fun,” Kiki said. “Have you ever fucked two girls at once?”

“No,” he groaned. Wait, hadn’t Eric told him to stick around for the announcement of the winner of the door prize?

“Then let’s go fuck,” she giggled. “Tammy and I don’t mind sharing the same cock.”

“Okay, break it up you fucking sluts,” shouted a voice. The voice’s owner sounded vaguely familiar to Michael but he didn’t stop tongue-kissing the blonde, until she was suddenly jerked away from his body, leaving a trail of saliva dribbling down his chin when her tongue fell from his mouth. His middle finger followed suit, slipping from her hot pussy before he was able to get her off. 

What the fuck?

The pornstar look-alike stepped away from him and Danny grabbed him by the arm. Despite Michael’s protestations and frustrated attempts at pushing Danny away, his friend utilized his superior strength and hauled him into the undulating crowd. Looking back over his shoulder, he saw the two girls frown at him and raise their hands in a ‘What the fuck?’ kind of befuddlement. 

My sentiments exactly, he thought sourly.

“Danny! What the fuck is this?” Normally he wouldn’t swear in general conversation, especially at the muscle bound Danny, but this occasion definitely called for it.

“I can’t leave you alone for five seconds without you rushing off like some horny fuckin’ teenager, can I?” he yelled.

They were sifting through the dancers towards the front of the ballroom where there was a stage occupied by a DJ sitting at a desk, who was spinning out dance tunes through a sound system that was worth more money than the average white-collar worker earns in a year. As they neared the platform the techno music rang through his ears, courtesy of the giant speakers directly in front of them, and they had to scream at one another to be heard.

“Man, I thought that’s what you did at parties!”

“Not tonight, Mikey. Tonight you get something special! Any old cock can get those fucking whores you were dancing with! No, man, tonight we’re getting you a prime piece of ass!”

All of a sudden the dance music cut out and the main floodlights were switched on, illuminating the entire ballroom. There was a warble of feedback as Eric ‘The Stoner’ Stone picked up a microphone and strode out onto the stage. Walking next to him was Stephanie, still wearing her pink singlet and white cotton panties, looking decidedly embarrassed to be on display to an entire room of ogling eyes. 

Amazingly, it immediately went as quiet as a ghost town. There was no screaming, no talking and everyone was standing still with their eyes glued to The Stoner and the lovely young lady standing next to him.

“Hello everyone, I’m glad you could all make it,” Eric said, his voice the essence of authority and self-confidence.

A few people started clapping and then everyone did, until after a few seconds Eric held up his hands and the clapping died almost instantaneously.

“Can everyone hear me alright? How about you guys up the back?”

A single person screamed out, ‘Yeah man, we fuckin’ hear you loud and clear’, to which a wave of soft laughter drifted through the crowd.

“Good to know,” Eric answered deadpan. “Well, I think we all know what time it is so let me introduce you all to our October door prize, the lovely and very delectable, Stephanie Sullivan!” 

For a full minute there were a variety of wolf whistles, catcalls and cheers rising up from the crowd. The camaraderie of the whole audience was infectious, inciting Michael and Danny to join in with clapping and shouts of admiration of their own. 

Stephanie was fidgeting with her hands and a dark blush spread over her cheeks as everyone let her know what they thought of her. Even some of the women were letting out a whistle or two and, Michael thought sourly, the petite blonde and exotic Asian were probably giving their own applause. 

Again, such was Eric’s influence over everyone that when he raised both hands the crowd immediately dropped into an eerie hush – total silence blanketed the room. 

“Miss October, what did you think of that response?” Eric asked, holding out the microphone to a doe-eyed Stephanie.

“Um…loud?”

Some people in the crowd broke out in laughter, Michael being one of them.

“How does it feel knowing that every male – including a few females – in this room want to fuck you?”

“I guess…it makes me feel kinda horny.” 

More wolf whistles and catcalls.

“How horny?”

“Very horny,” she breathed heavily, seemingly coming out of her shell and getting into the role of playing a slut.

“Now, this horniness,” Eric began, “would it, say, make you want to pick a guy out of this crowd and take him to a room?”

This time, when she spoke into the microphone her silky voice was husky. “I believe it would.”

“And what will you do to him in this room?”

“I’ll fuck his brains out,” she revealed. 

That sent the crowd wild and an assortment of ‘yeah baby’s’, ‘woo hoo’s’ and ‘you fuckin’ slut’s’ were shouted towards the stage. Michael, however, was not one of those people.

“Okay everyone, it’s the usual drill, spread out and allow a two feet gap between yourself and everyone else. When Stephanie comes down, you do not talk to her, you do not touch her…Touching her will result in a swift, sharp breaking of your arm – that goes for the little ladies, too.”

Michael and Danny stepped away from one another and created the required gap. 

“Psst, Danny, what’s going on?” Michael whispered.

Unbelievingly, when Danny answered it was in a whisper, making this the first time that Michael had ever heard him lower his voice below that of a shout. “Stephanie will come down and walk through the entire crowd, then, she’ll pick out a guy and they’ll both get taken to a special room.”

“Bruno, will you escort the lovely Miss October through the crowd?”

A black bouncer emerged from behind the stage and led Stephanie down a flight of stairs and onto the dance floor. 

For five long minutes she walked through the tomb-like silence of the crowd, scrutinizing every single male she came across. When she passed him at the beginning she flashed him a flirtatious smile that had sent a tingle rushing over his skin. 

God she was cute, and if one was to look closely one could see her dark bush through the thin, semi-transparent fabric of her white panties. 

If every guy in the ballroom wasn’t cracking wood then Michael supposed that they’d have to have homosexual tendencies, because despite the fact she was a little skinny, Stephanie Sullivan was still one gorgeous girl. 

“Okay, time’s up. Pick your fella,” Eric shouted through the microphone. 

A low buzz shot through the crowd as every guy prayed to be the lucky winner. Since she was right up the back of the room, it took a little while for Stephanie to come into Michael’s view. When she did, it was either his mind playing tricks on him or she seemed to be striding in his general direction. 

As she drew closer his heart began to pound in his chest and the sudden onset of adrenalin flooded through his veins. There was a perky sway to her hips and a broad smile on her face, which extended to her eyes.

Ten feet – still walking towards him. Seven feet – smiling into his eyes. Three feet – entering the circumference of space that separated himself from Danny. One foot – standing in front of him, her cheeks flushed, hands on her hips and a come-hither look on her face.

Bruno was standing off to the side with an expressionless face, showing no emotion whatsoever. 

“When you’ve decided on your guy, why don’t you give him a bit of a kiss so we all know,” Eric said.

Stephanie wrapped her arms around Michael’s neck and pulled his mouth down to hers, brushing her lips lightly over his. It was a soft kiss, a little wet but with no tongue. 

“Why don’t you give him a proper kiss, sweetheart, just so we can make sure you’re really into him.”

She kissed him again, only this time she eased her tongue in between his lips and slipped it into his mouth. Both of them closed their eyes as a wave of murmurs washed over them. It was a sexy kiss, heightened by the fact that hundreds of eyes were trained on them as the sucked on each other’s tongues. 




The Door Prize



When she pulled her mouth away he opened his eyes and stared at her face. Her lips were shiny and she raised her left forearm to wipe away the spittle, smiling at him after they were clean. 

Stephanie took his hand and led him through the crowd and up onto the stage. Everyone was staring at them and Michael sensed that this was what it felt like to be a rock musician. Every single guy in the room seemed to be gazing at him with envy in their eyes, wishing that they had been picked instead him. 

They reached Eric and he greeted Michael with an enigmatic smile and a reassuring pat on the back. 

Michael wasn’t stupid. What were the odds that a girl from his English Literature class would pick him out of everyone in the room? Fifty-to-one at least. Michael suspected that Stephanie had been hired on the condition that a guy she liked was pre-picked to attend the party, and that she would choose him when the time came.

Eric nodded his head when he saw that a piece of the puzzle had clicked for him, and covered the microphone with his hand. “You see, Michael, all I’m doing is suckering these people out of fifteen thousand dollars and giving it to someone that needs it. You don’t have to worry, she wants you.”

As if to back up this statement, Stephanie slipped her arm around his waist and kissed him on the cheek. The look on her face indicated exactly what Eric assured him of; she was definitely attracted to him.

Occasionally the really cute ones slip through your fingers. You see them sitting in class every day or walking down the street or on the bus, but you don’t actually see them. Right now, Stephanie looked more than cute, she looked scorching. 

Eric brought the microphone back to his lips. “Okay everyone, give a round of applause for Michael Kirby!”

The crowd roared and cheered him on, clapping and shouting their encouragements. Down the front Danny was giving him the thumbs up signal and grinning like an idiot. Michael wondered just how much he knew of what was going on, and then, when Stephanie’s grip around his waist tightened, he found that he didn’t really care.

Eric turned from the crowd and looked at Stephanie. “Are you okay to do this next part? If you aren’t, that’s fine.” 

She took a deep breath, looked out at the hundreds of pairs of eyes taking in her body, and then nodded. “Yeah, I think I’ll be okay. It’s only Michael touching me, right?”

“Huh?” Michael queried, as in the dark as ever.

Ignoring him, Eric continued to talk to Stephanie. “Correct, it’ll only be him touching you, and you’ll be perfectly safe. Bruno will kick the ass of anyone that comes within five feet.”

A giggle escaped her lips and she tucked a few dark strands of loose hair behind her ears. Michael loved it when women did that. It was so cute that it thrilled him to no end.

“Alright ladies and gentlemen,” Eric said, addressing the crowd. “Seeing as how our lovely October girl was strictly ‘hands off’, she’s decided that to get a little something for your money – considering one hundred and forty-nine of you get nothing – she’s going to put on a little bit of a show for you. If anyone is caught with a camera, the usual arm-breaking rules apply.”

Before, when he’d been sandwiched between Tammy and Kiki, he’d marveled over how invigorating it felt displaying such exhibitionistic tendencies. Now, his cock perked at the idea of performing for another audience, only this time there would be hundreds of people watching instead of just a few. What a turn on!

“Okay sweetheart, what would you like to have Michael do to you?” Eric asked, placing the microphone near her mouth.

Stephanie gnawed at her bottom lip and her eyes glazed over. A brief moment of hesitation flashed across her face but was soon replaced with a kinky smile. “I’d like him to…uh…undress me and then…finger my pussy.”

The crowd went hysterical, they went absolutely bananas. 

Eric tossed the microphone to the DJ and then, just before leaving the stage, he whispered into Michael’s ear: “Throw her panties and singlet into the crowd, she won’t need them afterwards.”

Due to the fact that everyone on the dance floor was still going nuts, the DJ flicked a switch and the loud techno music drowned them out. The light technician, wherever he was, must’ve toggled his own switch because the main lights went out and the stage was suddenly bathed in a bright spotlight. 

They both walked into the centre of the circle of light, its beam intense and slightly warm, unable to hear or see a single person in the crowd. So that he didn’t mar anyone’s view, Michael moved in behind Stephanie and pressed his crotch against her ass. 

“Thanks for choosing me,” he whispered into her ear. 

“It was my pleasure.”

“It sure will be.”

She laughed softly and jammed her ass back against his crotch, rotating her hips so she could tease the hell out of his cock. To say he was hard would be an understatement; it felt as if he had a piece of lead pipe stuffed in his underwear.

Giving the crowd what they wanted, Michael lowered his hands to her hips and hooked his fingers under the elastic band of her panties. Any other time he would have removed them with care and grace, but with an audience breathing down his neck he was much too worked up, so he dropped into a crouch and jerked the cotton fabric down her smooth legs until her panties were scrunched around her ankles. 

The beautiful curves of her bare ass were inches from his face. With her legs spread slightly he could see the vague outline of her vagina, its two puffy folds of flesh separated by a slit that begged to be stimulated. 

From his vantage point her pussy lips looked smooth and hair-free. Thinking back to the impression of the thick, lustrous bush he’d seen earlier, he decided that she must shave her vagina periodically. That image almost made him cum in his pants – one of Stephanie sitting on a porcelain sink with her legs spread wide, a razor in one hand a can of shaving cream in the other. It soon went from a still picture to a miniature movie and he walked onto the scene. She was pouting and holding the razor out for him to take, pleading for him to do the honors. 

“Holy shit,” he muttered, coming back to reality. 

Stephanie stepped out of her panties and he scooped them up off the floor, tossing them away from the stage and into the unseen crowd. Then, returning from his ape-like ancestors and back into a homo sapiens’ posture, he grabbed the hem of her pink singlet and slid it up her torso. She raised her arms and the flimsy material raced up them like a flag being raised, only when it came to the apex the singlet flailed away from her body. 

Streams of dark hair cascaded around her bare shoulders and, after he’d thrown the pink singlet into the crowd, he became hypnotized by the sleek white skin of her back. 

For years he’d suppressed any and all thoughts pertaining to sexual practice, yet upon meeting Danny his sexual appetite had exploded from him like the molten lava from a dormant volcano. Before he’d befriended Danny, Michael would never have dreamed of getting up on a stage to undress a girl in front of hundreds of horny onlookers – let alone finger her pussy – such was his newfound friend’s influence on his confidence and self-assurance. 

He placed his hands on her hips and lowered his chin into the crook of her shoulder. “Are you okay?” he asked. The tasteless techno music was pounding out of the speakers, yet at the moment it seemed very far away.

“I’m fine,” she replied. “I’m feeling a little embarrassed, but otherwise I’m tip-top.”

“Do you still want me to touch you?”

“Oh yes, please do.”

A trickle of sweat dribbled down his brow as his hands slid to her taut stomach and hugged her body tightly to his. Her ass began to wiggle playfully against his cock again, and he traced a path of light kisses all the way along her cheek until his lips found hers. Their tongues intertwined and they made out as everyone watched. It was a wet and hungry kiss, made hotter by the fact that she was getting paid fifteen thousand dollars by the very people who were eating up the sight. 

Michael’s right hand drifted lower and his fingers touched upon her trimmed bush. She moaned softly around his tongue when he cupped his hand between her legs. The hard nub of her clit grazed against his palm as his dexterous fingers massaged her plump pussy lips, which happened to be dripping with a warm, sticky liquid. 

Stephanie said something but it was muffled by his exploring tongue. 

“Huh?” he asked, extracting it.

“Finger me,” she groaned. 

“How many?”

“Two,” she panted, and then thrust her tongue back into his mouth and resumed their lustful kissing.

As a general rule Michael usually liked to take things slow and was rarely rough. But right now, asking him to finger her gently was like asking a starving man, who has managed to stumble upon a giant feast, to eat slowly – it simply couldn’t be done.

His middle and index fingers probed at her fleshy opening, eased between her slippery lips and then thrust deep inside, right up to the knuckles. It was warm in there – soft and smooth – and she became nice and slushy as his fingers fucked in and out of her tight opening. 

Stephanie’s tongue sucked harder and tiny gasps of pleasure vibrated through his mouth. Her lips began to tremble as her hips rotated against his hand, urging him to jam his fingers into her faster and harder, to make her cum in front of a room filled with guys who wanted to fuck her senseless. 

Fingering a nude girl in front of all these people felt extremely naughty, and Michael had a fleeting attack of anxiety when he pictured what his mother would say if she ever found out. The image passed as soon as it arrived. He was sure that his mother would be happy that he was enjoying college, although, when it came to pleasure perhaps not in this exact context. 

He had a free hand so he decided to put it to good use. It drifted up her stomach and cupped her breasts. He pinched her nipples and generally played with her like she was his own private toy; albeit a toy that was giving him one of the stiffest erections he’d ever been blessed with. 

“Are you going to cum?” he asked. 

“Uh huh.”

The bright spotlight felt as if it was burning his skin. It was so intense that even after his eyes had gotten used to it he still couldn’t see beyond the perimeter of the golden circle. 

Out there, in the darkness, people were watching avidly, but he couldn’t see them. Out there, in the darkness, people were screaming hysterically, but he couldn’t hear them. Guys were probably looking on in envy, wishing they were him. Girls were probably looking on with a pout, wishing they were Stephanie. 

By now her pussy was leaking like a faulty tap. The sticky, sweet-smelling juice was running out from her tender opening, coating his thrusting fingers and snaking down her thighs. If they’d been in a room by themselves, sans loud music, he would’ve undoubtedly been able to hear his fingers sloshing around as they jerked in and out of her. 

All of a sudden she slammed her body against his and began to shudder violently in his arms as her undulating hips humped her crotch spasmodically against his hand. Some of her hair flew into his face from the motion of their impacting bodies, and it tickled his skin. 

Stephanie was cumming in his arms and it was so hot that he almost ejaculated in his pants. God it was sexy. Young men and women that he didn’t even know where watching him finger a girl into an explosive orgasm. Their eyes were probably glued to his glistening fingers as they delved again and again into her amazingly wet, just-begging-to-be-fucked pussy. 

For a moment he imagined himself to be in the crowd, watching himself as he repeatedly jammed his fingers into the naked dark-haired beauty, squeezing and playing with her tits as he made her cum. If he were out there, it would have been a distinct probability that he would be masturbating right along to the action.

The wild bucking of her hips caused her ass to rub all over his erection, giving him plenty of pleasure as he did likewise to her. He slowed his fingers down and they slipped around in her sloppy pussy at a gentle pace. The muscles inside clenched at his two digits each time they slid out to the fingertips and upon complete reinsertion her pussy would loosen. 

After she’d stopped trembling and her pussy had finally shot the last of its orgasmic bolts of pleasure through her body, Stephanie turned her mouth to his and gave him a long, steamy kiss. 

Michael found that a post-orgasm kiss was almost the sexiest kind of kiss you could find. It was soft and sensual, accompanied by all kinds of moans, pants and gasps. 

When he opened his eyes he found Stephanie staring at him. She looked shocked and amazed, as if she had only just realized that they’d put on a hell of a performance for a room filled with people, and were not, as she’d first thought, in the privacy of a bedroom or hotel. 

She licked her lips nervously. Before she went and freaked out on him, he slipped his hands from her body and clasped his left hand – his clean and dry hand – in hers and dragged her from the stage. 

As they entered the room at the rear they were greeted by Eric Stone. In his hands he held a blood-red kimono for Stephanie to shrug herself into. On the back of the kimono was a fierce-looking dragon, although unlike any dragon he’d ever seen. It looked ancient, on the verge of dying. The webbing of flesh on its wings was tattered and worn with age, while its mottled hide seemed to have thousands of hairline cracks splitting along the skin. The intricate detail was beautiful and obviously a labor of love.

Except for a smiling Eric the back room was empty. 

Tables had been set up all along the walls and were adorned with extravagant plates of food: chips, party pies, sausage rolls, fairy bread and an assortment of other delicacies that the caterers had set out. There were also three kegs on a table of their own and, for the women, there was a table specifically arranged with bottles of wine and champagne. 

It appeared that Eric treated his guests very well, even if he did set up an obligatory raffle that was fixed. 

“I can’t believe we just did that!” Stephanie exclaimed, tying the kimono’s silk sash around her waist. On the front of the kimono were five Japanese symbols, each one drawn with precise flicks of a paintbrush.

“Neither can I,” Michael agreed. 

It was the first time he’d seen her front since he’d stripped her clothes off, and what he saw caused him to smile. Her sweaty face was bright red and her creamy skin positively glowed with excitement. Every few seconds her mouth would flicker between a smile and a grimace, as if she was unsure how she should react to what had just transpired. Much to Michael’s delight and enjoyment, long sweaty clumps of hair kept falling around her face and Stephanie would tuck them back behind her ears.

“C’mon you lovebirds,” Eric said. “Let’s get you to your room before the piranhas attack. In a minute every guy in that room will be in here to get a peak at your wares, and I guess you really can’t blame them.”

A sweet blush spread over her cheeks and she brought a hand up to her mouth to smother the huge smile. And what a smile it was. Sexy and enticing, it made your heart flutter and your legs wobble. 

They quickly followed Eric through the empty house until they came to a room which, like the library, was inaccessible unless you possessed a magnetic keycard. After Eric ushered them through the door he handed Michael the keycard and flashed him an enigmatic smile, as if he knew the secrets to the universe and didn’t want to share.

“Michael, only you and I have access to this room. It’s fully loaded – toilet, bath, shower, fridge and a big old bed. If you need anything that isn’t supplied, there’s a phone that’s hooked directly to the maid’s station. She’s only on call for you two. Whatever you need, just ask.”

Michael felt hands slide around his waist and the pressure of Stephanie’s chin as she rested it on his shoulder. She pushed her breasts invitingly into his back and hugged him tightly.

“Thanks Eric,” she said. 

“No problem. I hope you two have fun,” he said, then closed the door and left.

“We’re going to have loads of fun,” she whispered into Michael’s ear. 

“Sounds good.”

“You bet your ass it does.”

It was still terribly difficult for Michael to wrap his mind around the realization that Eric Stone was in fact the famous writer, Ray Ponting. Like Eric had said, you junk whatever data you have stored in your mind and update it with whatever new information you receive. If he hadn’t seen the mythical poem he wouldn’t have believed it. 

Not only had Eric confided in him about his real identity, he also wanted to collaborate on a book with him. Up until now Michael had felt as if he were on a rollercoaster ride, unable to stop to even gather his senses or get his bearings. 

Only seconds after hearing this news he’d been sandwiched between two slutty girls, dragged by Danny to the front of the ballroom, picked out by Stephanie, urged to perform a sexual act for a live audience and then rushed off to a room where he was going to have sex. 

Everything suddenly crashed in on him. It was too much. A beautiful girl wearing nothing but a kimono was breathing down his neck whilst rubbing her body against his in an undeniably sexy way. In a few minutes he would probably be either receiving a blowjob or finding himself balls-deep inside her pussy. It still felt like he was on the rollercoaster, in fast-forward, and it was about time that he pressed pause and let his brain catch up.

“Time out,” he breathed, prying her hands away from his waist.

Michael turned around and was presented with a saucy Stephanie standing only inches away from him. There was a cute little pout forming over her face, and he had to consciously resist the primal urge to take her in his arms and kiss her passionately.

“Time out?” she echoed.

“Yeah, I just need a few moments to screw my head on straight. This has all happened awfully fast, Stephanie.”

Stephanie cocked her head slightly and offered him a coquettish smile. “Take your time. I’ll be right here waiting for you when you decide that you want to screw something else.” 

He swallowed back a huge lump and a nervous snicker escaped his throat. The way she was looking at him left no doubt in his mind that she was definitely a woman of her word. Not only that, she was also having a devastating effect on his libido – it liked dirty talk. 

Tearing his eyes away from her silk-clad body, Michael took in his surroundings for the first time and was struck by how cozy the interior of the room was. The overhead light was a pale yellow, throwing a soft luminescence over everything it touched. The far wall was hidden behind a row of bookshelves which were covered in an assortment of oils, sex toys and pornographic movies – hundreds and hundreds of pornographic movies. Off to his left lay a pink bed fashioned into the shape of a giant love heart, with a large widescreen television and an entertainment unit sitting at the tail end. And last of all, to his right lay a walk-in pantry, refrigerator, bench and an open doorway. Just beyond the doorway he could make out a porcelain sink. It was the bathroom.

“Wow,” he whispered.

“I know, it’s a pretty amazing room,” Stephanie said. 

Michael walked over to the entertainment unit and looked it over. It was state-of-the-art of course and came with all the trimmings – a DVD player, surround sound unit, five hundred stack CD player and an amp and sub-woofer that could blow your clothes off. Medium-sized speakers lay on either side. When it came to stereos and speakers, unlike other objects, it wasn’t the girth that mattered but the quality of the product. 




The Door Shut Behind Me



I arrived at the party with my bestfriend Jessica. I was wearing a long coat to cover up my costume. It was my first Halloween that all the girls were wearing sexy costumes. Jessica wasn't shy, she was wearing a maid costume with a skirt that didn't quite cover her butt and thigh high leather boots. I on the other hand was pretty uncomfortable and feeling self conscious. The costume I'd chosen was a pretty faithful replica of Wonder Woman's costume. My legs were completely bare and the star spangled bottoms were cut high enough that they didn't cover my entire butt. The red top was strapless and since my breasts were a little on the small side I already knew I'd be playing slip and tug game all night. For boots I'd had to settle for borrowing a pair of Jessica's red pumps and a pair of red volleyball socks. I did have the perfect bracelets, belt and tiara though! 

I remember thinking how ashamed my mother would have been to see me there. I had to buy the costume in secret and change at Jessica's house before the party. As we walked in and I felt all the eyes fall on me, every insecurity bubbled to the surface and I wondered how I'd convince myself to take that long coat off. Jessica took care of that, she tugged off the coat and unveiled me to the entire party. My cheeks must have been glowing I was so embarrassed. I was the girl who didn't even wear a bikini at the pool and although this costume was one piece there was something about it that left me feeling completely exposed.

Jessica's crush Mark came over with beers. I had drank before but tonight it just seemed to go down easier. Mark took us to do a shot and to my dismay my own crush Scott was at the makeshift bar in the kitchen. I gagged on the shot but got it down. Scott laughed at me and I almost died.

There was only about six of us girls there and maybe 15 guys. I got a lot of attention, needless to say we all did. Scott however didn't seem too interested. I followed him around most of the time, trying to stay close but not looking like I was staying close. 

Before long one of the other girls, wearing some kind of sexy cat costume (how original) that was basically lingerie with a cat ears headband and a tail, suggested we play "7 minutes in heaven". Everybody laughed and acted too cool for that but somehow all the guys quickly put their names in a hat and we girls found ourselves lining up to draw them. The first two drew and catgirl ends up in the closet with her crush, how convenient! I let myself hope against hope that I would pull Scott's name. However to my utter horror Scott was pulled second by some other girl!

By the time they emerged, I was ready to leave. It was my turn though and as I reached into the hat things got even worse. I had drawn Mark! I tried to pass it to Jessica but the rules were clear and the party wasn't having that. Mark shrugged and headed to the closet, I turned to Jessica at a loss.

"Better you than one of these other skanks," she whispered to me.

Catgirl grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the closet, shoving me in. The door shut behind me, seeming much louder than was possible. Even in the dark I felt so self conscious. Wearing my Wonder Woman costume was a leap for me, I wasn't the type to show off my body or even to wear very revealing clothes. But it was a costume right? I could be a little adventurous. Some of the other girls had teased me a bit, not maliciously, but as if dressing as my costume was any less mature than their sexy kitten or sexy maid outfits. It certainly wasn't any less sexy.

I took a deep breath. "Mark?"

I knew he couldn't be far, it wasn't a large closet but in the dark I lost my bearings. For an instant it seemed like I was lost in a vast space. Then he grabbed me. Actually he just touched my arm but in that moment it seemed so intense. I jumped and made a little squeal.

"Calm down, it's just me," Mark said.

He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me against his body. I felt myself flush and my mouth ran dry. My best friend Jessica was just outside the closet. When I pulled Mark's name she had given me a look that spoke more than words, without any blame; utter disappointment.

"Hey," I replied sheepishly, my voice barely a whisper. 

Mark's hand slid up my arm and rested on my bare shoulder. A tingle ran down my spine and I became suddenly aware of every inch of bare skin on my body. 

"Did I tell you how hot you look tonight?" Mark asked.

"No." 

My eyes were beginning to adjust but I could still just barely make out his silhouette. I Guess I had never realized how much taller he was than me. Even wearing the red heels (Jessica said made my butt look better) he loomed over me.

"Thanks," I quickly followed up. "I know I'm not as hot as Jessica but she's got..."

"Did you know I used to watch the Wonder Woman all the time?" Mark said. "Lynda Carter was my first celebrity crush...I know she's a little old for me."

He chuckled and it was a sound as rich as chocolate. I felt myself blush and look down, even though he couldn't see me. Then I felt his grip tighten on my shoulder, and his other hand came up on the opposite side. He pulled me towards him.

"You know Jessica really likes you," I said almost defensively.

"Yeah, she's a cool chick," he replied. "Too bad for her you pulled my name."

"She's my best friend," I begin. 

He silenced me by pressing his lips against my own. My words died into soft moan as my entire body flushed and got warm. I'd kissed boys before never had a boy kissed me like that. Shutting me up, almost like he was taking the kiss.

"Sssh," he said. "This is my seven minutes."

His hands slid down my arms, as chill ran up my back. I stood there with my face lifted to his wanting another kiss. I bit my bottom lip, knowing Jessica would never forgive me if she found out. What was I doing?

Suddenly he seized my wrists and pulled them behind my back. The motion made me arch my back, thrusting my chest forward and pressing my modest breasts against his chest. I couldn't tell what he was doing at first but he quickly tied my wrists together with some kind of scarf. Then his hand coiled itself in my hair, yanking back on my head slightly. He kissed me again, harder now. I try to turn my head but he holds me in place, even forcing his velvety tongue into my mouth. My heart speeds up and I give myself to the kiss, returning it with equal fervor.

"Good girl," he said, pulling back. 

"Why are my hands tied," I asked, pulling on the binding. 

"Well, I always watched Wonder Woman, and yes I had a serious crush on Linda Carter," Mark said with an edge in his voice. "But I always fantasized about being the bad guy finally captured her."

Inside I giggled but in the moment the breath caught in my throat. I tugged against the binding again, I was trapped. Mark's hands danced up my arms and all around my bare shoulders. His touch sent tingles dancing all across my body. My heart raced, knowing he could do anything to me and I'd be helpless to resist. My chest was heaving with nervous anticipation and I realized my little breasts were about to pop out of my top all on their own. If they had the chance. 

Mark's hands slid downward and I felt them hook the top of my costume. My heart felt like it might pound out of my chest. What would Jessica think? What would Scott think? I found myself wondering what Scott had done with that other girl. Had he been forceful like Mark? Were all boys like this? 

"Don't," I whispered, almost wanting him to.

"What?" he paused.

"I can't, Jessica really likes you and if you like her..."

"Shut up," he cut me off. "Jessica might be my girlfriend later but right now you're gonna be my slut!" 

Before I could say anything else he ripped down my top, exposing my breasts! Even in the dark I knew he could see them some how. He grabbed them, small as they were he got a firm grip and squeezed them. A cascade of tingles ran down my abdomen to the soft spot between my skinny thighs. I'd been felt up before, over the shirt, over the bra, this was the first time someone had touched my young chest bare. I was gasping as he worked me over.

"See you like that don't you," he said.

I bit my bottom lip.

"I see you around, trying to look respectable," he went on. "But I've known all along you're just a slut waiting to be revealed."

"No," I moaned. 

I didn't want to believe what he said, I was a good girl, classy. I couldn't deny the feeling growing inside me though. I pulled on against my bound wrists, feeling my excitement increase. I knew I would not give myself to this guy but I suddenly found myself wanting to be taken. His hands pulled away from my breasts, leaving me panting in the darkness. 

"Get down on your knees," he ordered.

My mouth dropped open and I gasped. "No!"

"Listen you little whore," his tone was low. "I said get on your knees."

He spoke with an authority that cut right through me. I did exactly what he said, lowering to my knees before him. I couldn't really see but I knew the sound of a zipper being undone. There was a russling and even in the dark I could sense his erection bobbing in front of my face. I swallowed hard, my heart beating faster still. I wouldn't do this! I wouldn't do this to Jessica, my mother or myself. Besides our seven minutes had to be close to up!

I felt his hand in my hair again. He gave it a little yank, tilting my head back and pulling my mouth open slightly. Then he pulled me forward. My mouth filled with his cock, depressing my soft tongue and seeming to touch the back of my throat. A helpless moan gurgled from my soft lips. His hips began to thrust, his erection sliding in and out of my helpless mouth, shame washing over me.

"Now suck, slut," Mark ordered.

I obeyed. Like a good little whore I did my best to keep up as he fucked my mouth. I never considered this my first blow job because it wasn't that. This was like being raped, he held my head and forced himself as deep into me as he could go again and again. I couldn't resist and couldn't resist the urge to please him as best I could. It wasn't my choice to give in, he had shown me what was hidden beneath the girl in the cute sweaters, shown me what the shy girl was trying to hide beneath the one piece bathing suits. A panting slut who just wanted, needed a strong man to put her in her place. 

As Mark forced himself on me, I began to wonder what else he could make me do. I sucked furiously, knowing I didn't have a choice. Something felt right serving him this way. He had stripped me down made me his, owned me. I got wet, doing my best to serve him, I knew the crotch of my costume was soaking through. I didn't care, he had taken me and so I would be his until...until our time ran out...

Suddenly I was blinded by a flash of light! I heard the creak of the closet door being opened. Our seven minutes were up!

The door opened while I was still on my knees, top down, hands behind my back and in mid thrust. I gagged, once, twice, three times he continued to thrust while the rest of the party watched in shocked silence. Humiliation washed over me in a breath taking wave. There I was, laid bare before these people, my little tits bobbing naked for all the guys to see, and the truth of me, the little whore shown clear to all the girls...and to Jessica.



The Door to Door Stocking Salesman



In 1959 Brian Macklin was in his mid forties and was making just enough money to get along; his dreams of affluence were ruined when his marriage failed. He used to be a sales executive for an affluent London based firm but all of that came to an end when his wife left him; his father owned the firm where he worked; say no more. To make matters worse his father-in-law was a vengeful bastard and poisoned the well; none of the high profile London firms would touch him with a bargepole. I suppose fucking his sister-in-law in the billiard room at the family's country house wasn't the smartest thing Brian had ever done.

He had fond memories of lifting his plump but pretty sister up onto the billiard table, hiking up her skirt, pulling aside her knickers and ploughing her like a spring field while her silk stocking encased legs rubbed against him. It would have been the perfect end to a boring family weekend get-together; if his pratt of a mother-in-law hadn't come into the billiard room unexpectedly and started screaming her tits off.

It's not like his sister was any sort of chastity figure; word around The Club was that she had had more pricks in her than a second hand dart board; but that didn't help Brian at all when it came to his wife's family's family retribution. His sister-in-law had claimed that Brian had forced himself on her, even though she had been trying to seduce Brian for six months: asking him if her seams were straight; if she had any snags or ladders; or if he would clip a loose garter strap onto a stocking welt. She'd figured out Brian's weakness for stockings as soon as she had met him and used his fetish to seduce him; she always got what she wanted. Another story going around The Club was that when she was a young girl; she'd show you her knickers for a bite of your toffee apple.

So, Brian's weakness for stockings had finally bought him undone. He'd been forced to move to the midlands where the best he could do was to land a job as a door to door hosiery salesman. He rented a small bed-sit in Birmingham and made the rounds of local firms offering his sales executive credentials, but nobody wanted him; a salesman job was the best he could do. At first the wages were crap, the hours long and the rewards few. The only reward was that he got to sell his favourite fetish item: stockings. He went door to door lugging his sample case. He sold some socks and those horrible winter tights too; but this was an era before pantyhose, which would not be invented until 1965 when miniskirts became the fashion, and most women wore nylon stockings. He sold nylon stockings, silk stockings, seamed stockings, fully-fashioned stockings, seamless stockings, black stockings, white stockings, flesh-toned stockings, translucent stockings and fishnet stockings. If there was a style of stocking on the market he sold it.

Brian loved stockings; his earliest memory of his fetish was the touch and feel of his mother's stocking encased legs when he was a young boy. There was nothing sexual about it at first; it might just have been an innocent brush against his mother's leg as she hugged him or the feel of her legs when he sat or lay in her lap being cuddled and kissed. He also had memories of watching his mother getting dressed in her lingerie and hosiery when she was getting ready for work or dressing to go out for the evening. The sheen of her stockings fascinated him.

Brian became sexually aroused by nylons when he entered puberty and he had stolen some of his mother's hosiery as an aid to masturbation. This practice ceased abruptly when his mother asked him about some suspicious stains that had mysteriously appeared on a pair of stockings that she had hung up in bathroom to dry overnight. She didn't actually accuse him of masturbating in them but the implication was clear; and after that day he noticed that she never left her hosiery or lingerie in the bathroom at all; not even in the dirty laundry basket. It was an unspoken secret between them that his mother knew of his fetish.

Brian turned to snowdropping, the practice of stealing clothing off the neighbours washing lines. At first he stole only nylon stockings but progressed to stealing knickers and occasionally brassieres if they took his fancy. A few of the neighbours complained to his mother, which bought another lecture from her; again there was no direct accusation, but there was a tacit agreement that he would cease snowdropping. Brian noticed that after this discussion his mother began to openly leave her discarded hosiery in the kitchen tidy, whereas previously he had no idea how she discarded her laddered nylons; he had searched the rubbish for them on numerous occasions but he never found them. The first time he discovered a pair of his mother's discarded stockings, he saw a silken reinforced foot dangling from the kitchen tidy like to attract a lure to a predator. Was this a mother's tacit ruse to prevent her son's fetish getting him into more trouble?

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In 1959 Mike was in his late forties; a widower who had never remarried after his wife died almost ten years earlier leaving him childless. He made a modest living as an accountant working from his two bedroom semidetached house in Moseley, just outside of Birmingham. As he ran his business from home he could vary the hours he worked to suit himself. Once a week he collected the accounts from several small businesses in the area and then returned them to the firms when he had completed working on them.

This was a very satisfactory arrangement for Mike who lived alone, had few friends and had deliberately declined to engage socially with his neighbours. They thought he was stuck-up and were happy to avoid the snotty recluse who lived at the bottom of the cul-de-sac at 162 Sovereign Way. Mike's only sister lived all the way down in Plymouth and she seldom visited him. Mike kept to himself and valued his privacy.

Mike did have one interest outside of the house though; he volunteered as a clothing sorter at the local Oxfam twice a week. People donated their used clothing to Oxfam and sometimes businesses would donate excess or out of date clothing stock or factory seconds and it was Mike's job was to sort through it and separate the clothing into various categories. Firstly men's and ladies clothing were separated and then the clothing was further sorted by type, such as: shoes, trousers, shirts, hats, underwear and so forth. But Mike didn't like to sort men's clothing; he made it a point to work on the tables where the ladies' clothing was sorted.

Mike was a secret transvestite and he acquired all of his women's clothing, shoes, cosmetics and wigs from Oxfam. Everyone that worked there knocked off some of the good stuff from the sorting tables; it was an unacknowledged perk of the job, the supervisors even knew about it. There was really nothing they could do about it anyway, because it was hard to get volunteers to work there during the week, so they turned a blind eye. Mike liked to work there on Mondays and Fridays when very few volunteers turned up and he could often work alone picking over the piles of clothing and other donations that the donors dropped off. He once managed to get a complete cosmetics kit that had hardly been touched; he was also quite surprised how many women threw out their old wigs.

Mike soon had quite an extensive wardrobe at home full of women's clothing as well as a large collection of shoes, lingerie, wigs and cosmetics; all provided courtesy of Oxfam. He would gladly have paid for all of it, but in 1959 middle-aged men didn't go shopping for women's clothing; it was almost unheard of. The most difficult item of feminine apparel for Mike to source was good quality stockings. The rule at Oxfam was that donated second-hand underwear was to be disposed of for sanitary reasons, or it was to be thrown in the rag bag; but Mike had stolen some lovely second-hand lingerie from the sorting tables.

The problem was that women never threw out their stockings until they were laddered or holed beyond wearing. On the very rare occasions that hosiery made it onto the sorting tables at Oxfam they were usually inferior high denier 'old lady' stockings or those horrible ribbed tights that women wore during winter. No! Mike's biggest challenge was getting his hands on good quality hosiery.

Mike had had a fetish for wearing women's clothes for as long as he could remember. As a teenager he had tried on various items of his sister's and mother's clothing on the rare occasions that he was left at home on his own. He loved the feel of their lingerie against his body and the smell and taste of their cosmetics. After nearly getting caught dressed in his sister's suspender belt, stockings, knickers, full-slip and heels; his face garishly painted with makeup, he decided he would stop giving into his obsession. He ran and locked himself in the bathroom; scrubbing the makeup from his face and changing out of his sister's clothes and into his own, whilst she knocked incessantly on the door complaining that she had to use the toilet. He realised how close he had come to having his secret discovered just because his sister had returned home early from her friend's house in Acock's Green.

He had to hide the clothing that he had stolen from his sister and then hurriedly sneak it back into her room whilst she was downstairs having dinner that night. Later that night Mike's sister complained to their mother that her best sheers had a ladder in them and accused her mother of borrowing them without asking permission; which their mother of course denied. Mike's sister looked at him quizzically for a few days after this incident but she never said anything to him; however the whole episode scared Mike from ever crossdressing again; besides only homos and noncers would want to wear women's clothing, he rationalised.

Mike was still attracted to women who dressed attractively though; and paid particular attention to girls who wore nylons, high heels and makeup as part of their daily dress convention. He had had a particularly satisfying sex life with his late wife who had shared his penchant for lingerie, quality hosiery and high heels. She would let him play with her legs for hours whilst they cuddled on the lounge as a precursor to sex and she was quite prepared to leave on her makeup and lingerie during sex provided that Mike was willing to keep replacing her stockings when they laddered. Mike had fond memories of wearing lingerie when he was younger; but he never got up the nerve to ask his wife if she would mind if he wore some of her intimate apparel. He thought that she would either laugh at him or leave him, or probably both.

After his wife died things changed for Mike. He moved to the small detached house in Sovereign Way and became more and more reclusive. Reliant on masturbation for sexual gratification it didn't take him long to start fantasising about wearing women's clothing; especially now that he had an opportunity to do so with little chance of being caught. He completely shaved off his body hair and started wearing some of the clothing that his widow had left behind, but most of it was too small. His wife had been petite and Mike was an average built male of about five nine and one sixty-five pounds. The only things that his wife had left him that he could really use was her jewellery (in the nineteen fifties clip-on earrings were still quite popular) her perfumes and her cosmetics. He dieted until he was as thin as he could get at one fifty-five pounds but he soon realised that he would need to get his own collection of women's clothing if he wanted to crossdress properly.

He solved this problem by getting the volunteer job at Oxfam. After a year of crossdressing he was quite adept at adopting a female persona; he mastered the intricacies of makeup and had even developed a husky feminine voice and a sexy walk. When he was dressed he called himself Michele and spent many a long afternoon and evening dressed as Michele, slowly arousing himself until he couldn't take any more simulation and the need to relieve himself became overwhelming. The one thing that eluded him was how to acquire good quality stockings. He'd bought some from a local lingerie shop; but he had nearly died of embarrassment when one of his neighbours walked in and asked him who he was buying them for. He spluttered something unconvincing; like they were a present for his sister, or some such rubbish. In 1959 men rarely bought lingerie for their wives; so why would he be buying stockings for his sister?

Mike tried using mail-order after getting his hands on a hosiery catalogue, but the Royal Mail derailed his plans; packages from retailers required a return address and the contents of the package had to be listed on the collection slip. Mike spent the most uncomfortable fifteen minutes of his life with an over-inquisitive female mailroom clerk discussing why he was ordering nylon stockings through the mail.

Mike's crossdressing fantasies were also becoming increasingly vivid. He imagined himself as Michele, held in the arms of a faceless but undoubtedly handsome stranger who romanced, kissed and caressed her. He didn't allow the fantasy to progress any further than that but he was developing an uncontrollable urge to be in the company of a man whilst he was dressed as Michele. He doubted that he would ever be able to do so because there was no safe and discrete way of doing so.

He was aware that there were some clubs in London where transvestites solicited male partners but there was no way he could do that. The logistics of it alone made it impossible; he would have to find a hotel in Soho where could transform into Michele and then he would have to brave walking the streets dressed as a woman just to get to the club. My god; if he got caught dressed as a woman or even worse, charged with soliciting, his life would not be worth living; no, that idea was far too dangerous. He'd also seen discreet advertisements placed by transvestites in some of the local newspapers and their calling cards posted in telephone call boxes; but there was no way he was going to publicly publish his telephone number. Mike resigned himself to the fact that he would just have to live with his fantasies and leave it at that

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Brian's first sexual encounter involved his Aunty Betty. Brian used to go around to see his Aunty Betty on the weekends and help her around the house and yard. She gave him a shilling pocket money for his efforts and if he worked late into the afternoon he would stay the night rather than take the long bus ride home after dark. Brian loved his Aunty Betty; she was a widow in her forties, a little plump; but attractive and gregarious. She always wore full makeup, her hair was always styled and she wore nice clothes; twin-sets, suits or tight skirts and blouses. But what Brian liked most of all about his Aunty Betty was that she always wore stockings and high heels. He'd overheard his mother talking to one of her friends saying that Betty dressed like a trollop; but Brian put it down to jealousy.

When Brian stayed over, Betty usually went out for the night and he had often heard stifled giggling and hushed conversations coming from her bedroom in the early hours of the morning when she snuck a boyfriend home for the night. The boyfriend was always gone by the next morning, but Aunty Betty had spoken to Brian about keeping it their little secret and she would give him an extra tanner to keep him quiet.

But sometime she would stay at home and they would watch the telly. TV was pretty boring in those days with only the two BBC channels and one commercial channel broadcasting in black and white. Aunty Betty would pour them both a glass of beer and they would sit in the darkened lounge and watch the telly or she would sit and read the newspaper, but Betty often fell asleep on the couch. Brian liked it when Betty stayed at home with him because she always dressed attractively and she would often give him a very nice leg show, especially if she lay down on the couch after falling asleep.

Brian would pretend to watch TV but he spent most of the time surreptitiously staring at his auntie's legs. Brian's Aunty Betty was a shoe dangler; when she sat on the couch and read the newspaper she kept one foot on the floor and would cross her right leg over her left and rock her foot slowly dislodging her shoe from her heel. As she rocked her foot she let her shoe slowly slide down her instep and swing from her toes. Brian would watch intently as she did this. He admired the sheen of her stockings, and those gorgeous little 'creases' that occurred at the bend of her knee and ankle.

One evening Brian became very bold and decided to try to do a little more that just look at his auntie's legs; he wanted to touch them. Thinking she was engrossed in the newspaper, Brian stretched his legs out in front of him, and interlocked his fingers and placed his hands together over his hardening penis, he tried to rub it surreptitiously so as not to attract his auntie's attention or to appear too blatant. Aunty Betty's dangling shoe had fallen off when she uncrossed her legs and she rubbed her stocking foot up and down her other leg and then she slipped off her other shoe and rubbed her stocking feet together. Brian decided to make his move.

"Would you like me to that?" he asked.

"What's that hun?" Betty replied.

"Rub your feet Auntie; would you like a foot massage?"

"Ok Brian but be careful not to ladder my stockings," she smiled.

Brian shifted over to the couch and put his auntie's feet in his lap. He rubbed the soles of her feet and massaged her cute painted toes through the reinforced toes of her nylons. Auntie Betty relaxed and eventually fell asleep. Brian got bolder now that his auntie was sleeping and lowered his head down and pressed his face into the bottoms of her gossamer encased feet her feet and slid his face up and down them. He was enamoured by the feel of her diaphanous nylons and faint smell of her sweaty feet.

He surreptitiously reached down and opened the buttons of his fly and freed his growing erection. Brian took both her nylon-covered feet in his hands and raised both her feet to his face and inhaled her scent. He sighed with pleasure as he kissed the soles of her feet, one after the other then, throwing caution to the wind, he opened his mouth took his auntie's stockinged foot into it. After sucking on her nyloned toes for a minute or two he could contain himself no more and brought her feet down to his groin.

Brian firmly gripped her smooth ankles and pressed both her feet around his cock. He slowly slipped back and forth between them, enjoying the most exquisite sensations that he had ever felt in his life. He let go of one of his auntie's ankles and ran his hand up and down her stockinged legs, tracing the seams with his fingers and caressing the dark material of the welt, the dark band at the top of her stockings. He could contain himself no longer and climaxed; his semen gushed all over his auntie's moist nylons, soaking the material, causing it to appear much darker than it really was. He clasped the tip of his penis to her toes, watching as his semen dampened the reinforced nylon. 

Aunty Betty woke with a start and yanked her feet out of Brian's lap and he realised that he had gone too far.

"Brian! What on earth do you think you're doing!" she scolded.

"Oh I'm so sorry aunty; please don't tell mom. I'm so sorry!" Brian pleaded and ran from the room. 

He bolted upstairs to the guest bedroom where he stayed when he slept over and slammed the door closed. Throwing his clothes in heap on the floor he jumped into bed and pulled the covers over his head shaking and crying with humiliation. He was absolutely appalled that he had allowed his stocking fetish to get him in this untenable situation. He didn't know how he was ever going to look his Aunty Betty in the face ever again and he was sure that his mother would disown him.