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The Gift That Keeps On...

By: Tom Allen



Week 1: They tell you to be careful in what you wish for.

As usual, I awoke with an erection. Or, more correctly, my attempt at an erection woke me; the feeling of my cock trying to grow, to stretch and swell was hampered by its confinement in a steel cage which was firmly anchored to my swollen balls by a hinged stainless steel clamp ring, and secured with a small brass padlock, which was, of course, securely locked. The constant straining against the cage had woken me, as it had woken me every morning since my wife had requested that I wear it.

It started off innocuously enough. We had been experimenting with a male chastity device, a kind of cage for my cock to heighten the teasing and denial games that we had been playing. While we typically played for a few hours to a few days over a long weekend, it usually ended in one of us removing the cage and indulging in some great sex. 

One night, a week or so before my birthday, she mentioned that a neat present would be to have her lock me up for a few days, just to heighten the arousal. I thought that she would blow it off, like she had several times in the past, but the next night found her straddling my hips, bringing me to the edge of coming, and dangling the cage in front of me. In an apparent change of attitude, she told me that once I came, I would have to put on "the cage" until she felt like letting me out – no argument. When I agreed - I was so horny at that point I would have agreed to anything – she then told me to beg her to lock me up ("So you won't complain, since it will be your own choice," she explained). The thought of her keeping me locked up, but continuing to tease me for a few days was pretty hot - so hot, in fact, that as I was "begging", I came harder that I'd thought possible. She gave me a few moments to bask in the afterglow, and surprisingly demanded that I lock myself up again. Sometimes she teases me just to see me come, but this time she was serious. So I put it on and locked it, figuring that a few days of erotic torture leading up to my birthday would be fun. A week would be the longest time ever, and I actually looked forward to the buildup of excitement. 

The next morning my erection straining at the cage woke me up, and I teased myself a bit by caressing her as she slept. She woke slowly, and snaked her hand down to my cock. Sighing and moaning a bit, she moved my hand to the warm area between her legs. Obligingly, I stroked her, surprised at how quickly she became wet. Barely a few minutes later she moaned and arched her hips, and I slowed my stroking to allow her to come down. She smiled, and opened her eyes for the first time. She reached up to give me a good-morning kiss, and her hand again slid down to fondle my caged cock. I whimpered as she shook and stroked the few bits of flesh that bulged through the bars and firmly squeezed my balls. 

She whispered "Do you have your key? Get it for me, please."

Not needing to be told twice, I hopped out of bed and riffled through my pants for my keyring. I removed the little silver key from the ring and sliding back into bed, handed it to her. She placed it firmly on her nightstand, and turned to see the look of amazement on my face. "What, did you think that I was going to unlock you so soon?" 

I nodded, unable to speak.

She took my face in her hands and said "I want to make sure that you have a wonderful birthday present. I mean, you suggested it, right?"

"Er, no. You suggested it."

"Whatever. The point is that it's your present and you agreed, right?"

I nodded again, feeling devastated.

"Good," she said, laying back down, "Now, how about making some coffee while I snooze for a few more minutes."

That was a week before my birthday. I remember that morning well.

The time ever since then has been incredible - for her. For the next few days she was pampered with massages and pedicures, and of course, with lots of attention from my fingers and tongue. I rubbed her body with cream after her shower, massaged her feet and painted her toenails. I still remember the first night when she rolled over to go to sleep, completely ignoring the state that I was in. It didn't take long before I was crazy with desire for her, and I tried to convince her to unlock me so that I could come. I even told her that she could lock me back up again after I was done. She anticipated that, however, and told me that she "accidentally" left the keys at work. I continued to service her with my tongue each night and with my fingers in the morning, feeling my cock painfully straining against the cage. She had all the benefits, except that of feeling my warm cock inside her. She didn't complain, though, and managed to suffer through it by having me fuck her with a realistic silicone dildo while I licked and sucked on her pussy. One night, I wore her strap-on dildo and despite the maddening feeling of not being able to come, I gave her a nice long fucking that ended with a shuddering orgasm for her - and an incredibly frustrated sleepless night for me. 

Finally my birthday arrived. She continued to tease me all evening, and by bedtime, I was a wreck. Then she did something that really blew my mind. My cock was literally swollen out of the cage after an evening of pleasuring her. Crazy with desire, I lay on top of her, kissing and caressing her when my caged cock brushed her still wet pussy. Thrusting and twisting, I managed to push it a short way into her. The feeling was incredible; she had never seemed so tight or hot. Yet even as I carefully thrust into her, she began to moan and squirm. Unbelievably, she was coming. Here I was, frustrated and caged, my the skin of my cock bulging like a sausage through the bars of the cage; and she was coming! The thought was too much for me, and right after she came, I could feel the incredible pressure building up inside me as well. Unable to hold back, I desperately tried to come, but the cage left me unable to flex my semi-erect shaft. Disappointingly, I had no satisfying spasms, just a few meager dribbles and suddenly, before it had even begun, it was over. It was worse than nothing. I was more frustrated than ever. My wife, perversely enjoying my lack of release, pushed my head down between her legs so that I could satisfy her. As usual, when she was finished she rolled over to go to sleep, again leaving me caged and horny.

The next morning after my birthday I awoke horny, frustrated, sore, and still caged. My wife didn't seem very eager to unlock me, so I asked her to let me out so that we might have a quickie before work. She grew quiet and looked away for a moment. Sensing that something was up, I nudged her. Pushing me onto my back, she gave me a kiss and explained that she had been getting many more benefits from having me locked up than she would have realized. She said that she liked that I was attentive, always ready to please her, and she never had any mess to clean up afterward. She started to explain that although she missed my cock inside her, she was willing to put up with it for a while. It began to dawn on me that she was enjoying the situation more than I had anticipated. She reminded me that since it was my wish to be caged in the first place, she had no intention to unlock me anytime soon. 

Week 2: Sometimes it's hard to remember that this was supposed to be my present.

Even though I've been taking care of her well - very well - with my mouth and fingers and the dildo, she insists that she misses the feel of my cock inside her. The problem is that the longer I'm caged, the hornier I become. And the hornier I become, the tougher it is for me to last long enough to satisfy her. Since then, I've been let out only about once a week so that she could enjoy the feeling of my cock, swollen from my constant caged erections. Sometimes it's at night just before she goes to sleep, but usually it's on her day off.

The first time that she let me out was wonderful. After being caged up for over a week, I fucked her wildly. Pushing her onto her side, I entered her deeply. It felt so good, I barely noticed how many times she came. Finally she decided that she wanted to ride my cock. She moaned a little as I pulled out, but wasted no time in straddling my hips and lowering herself onto me. I tried to hold back, but watching her come so strongly sent my already overloaded libido over the edge and I came hard - over a week's worth of desire and frustration suddenly released. My throat was sore from moaning, and I could barely move my legs. 

"That was the best sex we've had in I don't know when," I told her when I could catch my breath. 

She nodded, rubbing a washcloth over my cock. "Obviously to me," she said, "all that saving up just made it so much better." She dangled the cage over my cock and added, "Hurry up and put this on. I want to go to sleep." I started to complain but she stopped me, "Do I have to remind you that this is your birthday present?"

"Um, yeah," I answered, "but I was thinking it was just going to be a few days, or a week tops."

"Oh, stop complaining," she told me, "it's only been a few days, like what, nine or ten days? So a few extra days should be a good thing for you, right? Besides, it's been pretty good for me."

"Sure, that's because you've been getting some sex every other day."

She just smiled. "Uh huh, just how it should be. Besides, it was your idea, wasn't it?"

I had to admit that I had begged for it. So she snuggled up in my arms and soon we fell asleep, tired but well sated. 

Week 3: So far, I think I can live with this.

The next time was about a week later. It was her day off, so I arranged to go in late. Instead of handing me the key, she had me warm her up by licking and rubbing her until she had come a few times. Naturally my cock was so swollen that it was pressing through the cage, making it impossible to be removed. I had to put a cold washcloth over it to make the swelling go down enough. She undid the lock and helped me take it off, eager to feel me inside of her. 

The cage that I wear is a modified version of the ones that you can buy at "adult toy" stores, but since I own a machine shop, it's more secure than the plastic models on the market. It has a hinged stainless steel ring that encircles my cock and balls. It stretches my balls out from my body a little, so I'm always just a tiny bit aware that it's on. I expect that after a while my balls will stretch enough to be just a bit more comfortable, but it hasn't happened yet. The cage itself is held on by two thin plastic-coated stainless steel bands fastened to the cock ring. When soft, the end of my cock just about reaches the end of the cage, and just about fills the sides. That means that as soon as I get excited, my cock swells to the point where I'm exceedingly uncomfortable. Naturally, it can't extend any further, so the skin bulges out from the metal. It stops just short of being painful. The problem is that when I'm aroused, the feeling of constriction itself becomes even more arousing, and I'm trapped in a vicious cycle. You'd think that since I had designed and built it myself that I'd have been more aware of the comfort factor, but wearing something for a few hours is nothing like wearing it for a few weeks.

Another one of the benefits for my wife is that once I take off the cage, my cock is swollen wider than normal. I suspect that this is part of the reason that she likes me so confined. I teased my head into her, just the tip at first. I love to hear her gasp as my head slides in and rubs under her pubic bone. In, then slowly out, and in less than a minute she was coming. Even though I was excited myself, I managed to give her some slow, deep strokes. I like to pull out just about all the way, and then plunge back in, my head dragging her lips. She gets very wet, and I like to fuck her this way until she's come quite a few times. This time was no exception, and after she had come four or five times, I pressed my hips tightly against her and hugged her body close to mine. My head was still swollen, and when I angled my hips up, she responded by scratching my back with her nails. Gradually I sped up my tempo, and in another minute she was biting my shoulder, and I heard her moan lightly as she came.

Seeing that she was still excited, I turned her on her side. She loves to have me fill her this way, and she was so wet that I slipped right in. I pushed my hips up to hers so hard that her eyes popped open in surprise. "Too hard?" I asked, "Want me to stop?"

She shook her head, barely able to speak. "Just, umm... a little... ooohhhh," she moaned.

I love to watch her in the daylight, so I continued to fuck her this way for a few more minutes. My balls were swollen and sore, and as they dragged on her thigh I became more stimulated. I again pushed deeply. "Oh, honey, I want to come this way. Can I come yet?" I asked her feverishly.

She nodded, "Come for me." and pushed her hips back to meet mine. 

I closed my eyes for a moment and gripped her side and her thigh. Quickly, I thrust into her, feeling my sore balls rubbing her thigh. Suddenly, I felt my hot come gushing out, so much that it squished out of her before I had even finished. Wave after wave of pleasure propelled my hips forward until my cock was sore from pulsing. Weakly I leaned over her to kiss her neck, and then without pulling out, settled down to snuggle, spoon-style.

"That sounded nice," she said, her arm lazily caressing my leg.

"Mmmm," I moaned, "that's because I finally got to stretch the love muscle." I hugged her tightly, enjoying her warm back against my chest and warm ass against my groin. "When I'm locked up, I can't stretch, so all those spasms get backed up, you know." I kissed her neck. "Of course, I don't understand why you wouldn't want to do this more often."

She playfully pushed me away, "Because then it wouldn't feel so special to you. I'm just trying to give you what you asked for." She turned to face me, and gave me a long, deep kiss. "And doesn't it feel good when we finally get to have some?" I couldn't argue with her, so we lay there for a few more minutes until I had to leave for work. She watched me squeeze myself back into the chastity cage and lock it up. I got dressed, and remembered the morning for the rest of the week. 

Week 5: I almost forgot that I was wearing it – sometimes. 

I swear that she started going out of her way to touch me, tease me in a vary casual ways; although she didn't ask me to "take care of her" as often. The first week we had sex almost every day. The second week it was more like every other day, but the warm weather allowed her to sleep in just a light nightgown, and the feel of her skin so close to me was a nightly reminder of what I couldn't have. I was every bit as excited, and my cock still woke me up in the morning.

Finally, after more than a week since the last time, she surprised me by simply handing me the key as I was getting into my nightly shower. You'd think I would have rushed through the shower, but instead I took my time, trying to stop the trembling. When I slid into bed, she was completely nude. She didn't want me to waste any time eating her, though. Quickly she pushed me onto my back and engulfed my already stiff cock with her warm mouth. The shock nearly made me jump off the bed. Less than a minute later I was begging her to stop because I was so close to coming. Sensing an opportunity, she rolled onto her back and pulled me on top of her. We kissed, our bodies touching, but I was careful to keep my hips from rubbing her too much so as not to get over stimulated. When I thought I had settled down, I pushed my cock head toward her pussy. It was already wet, and I slid in easily. She bit her lip and pulled me closer. My cock was swollen from over two straight weeks in the cage, and she seemed so tight that I knew I would not last long. I tried to fuck her slowly, pacing myself, but my overly swollen cock made her come several times in a row. Each time she came I had to force myself to hold back.

Then she wanted to ride me. Normally I love that position, but I was afraid that I would come too quickly. I wanted to make it good for her, but since I had to wait so long, I wanted as much time as possible to enjoy it myself. She wouldn't wait, though, so I lay back and she quickly slid onto my shaft. I could tell that she was really enjoying the feeling of my cock swollen more than normal, and she came quickly. Unfortunately, watching her come on top of me was so exciting that moments after she came, so did I. 

She was a bit upset about that, almost disappointed. "You're supposed to wait until I tell you," she hissed at me "I wasn't done yet."

I apologized, "But it just felt so good, and I was so horny, waiting all that time..."

She just grunted and rolled over, muttering, "You couldn't do that one little thing for me. Well, see if I'm nice to you anytime soon." She couldn't have been too frustrated, because she was sleeping in a few minutes. My own desire somewhat abated, I curled up against her back and held her closely.

I woke up early with a rock-hard erection. It was the first time in weeks that I had been able to have full-blown morning erection, and I was anxious not to waste the opportunity. I realized that she had forgotten to cage me before we went to sleep, so I fondled her, enjoying her warmth as much as I enjoyed the feeling of an unfettered hardness. Soon I had her legs parted, and I was again entering her, more gently now. She was just barely awake, but certainly awake enough to enjoy a nice slow fucking. Soon her hands tightened around my waist, pulling me closer. I listened to her soft moans, her eyes closed in sleepy pleasure. She came softly and I continued to pump into her. Quickly she came again, and I gave her a moment to catch her breath. 

I saw that she was more awake, so I asked her if she wanted to roll onto her side. She just nodded and threw her legs over to allow me to enter her. This is one of her favorite positions, and I wasted no time in giving her something she really enjoyed. Pushing hard against her hips, I could hear her groaning, no, grunting with pleasure. I wasn't as wild as last night, just firm, constant thrusting, pressing up hard against her hips. She gripped my hand, eyes closed as she came several more times. At last she drew a deep breath and I slowly pulled out.

She now pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. This is my favorite position, but since I had already come last night, I knew I'd be able to hold out for a while. She again closed her eyes as she rode my cock. She must have been fully awake by this point, because she barely noticed me; she just put her hands on my shoulders and thrust her hips toward mine. Again and again she pushed and rocked, scratching my chest with her nails. She pushed down on me, as I raised my hips to deepen my thrusting. She came hard, and moments later I felt my own cock pulsing and spurting inside her. She collapsed on my chest, and I hugged her for a moment, kissing her neck. Slowly she sat up. My cock was slowly softening, and I pulsed it inside her. She reached behind her and grabbed hold of my swollen balls. "You're very naughty," she said, suppressing a smile, "I didn't give you permission for that."

"What, for giving you some nice hard cock?" I asked, "Besides, you sure enjoyed it." I nuzzled her shoulders.

"No, that was nice," she replied, "I meant I didn't give you permission to come. Good thing I'm about to take a shower, so your punishment won't be too bad – this time." 

"Punishment? But I thought it was good for you?"

"It should have been good, especially after last night. Next time though, you better not come until I give you permission – or else."

She gave a threatening squeeze, and dismounted to take a shower. Noticing the cage on the bedside, she handed it to me. "Looks like I forgot about something last night," she smiled, "I'll have to remember about that in the future."


The Gift That Keeps On Cumming



I got home from work, my wife greeted me by saying she had an early birthday present for me.

She handed me a blindfold and guided me upstairs to our bedroom.

She started to remove my clothes, I played along, this I thought would be good.

She stripped me naked and had me get on the bed.

She took my right arm and put something around my wrist. Then my left, next my feet, spreadeagle.

Wow, this was something new, she never wanted to play tie up, but I trust her, she loves me and would only want to pleasure me.

She got off the bed and walked away, she put on some music and returned a few minutes later.

She had gone to get some ice cubes, I found this out when suddenly I felt the cold cube on my nipples.

She moved it down and then reached for my cock, already hard as a rock, she stroked my 7 inches and bent over and took my cock in her mouth, with an icecube inside, ohhh, that feels great, the cold cube and her hot little mouth. 

She worked my cock up and down for a few minutes, adding another icecube to replace the one that had melted.

She got up and came back a few seconds later, I was trying to imagine what could be next.

I felt a hand wrap around my cock again, and a mouth engulf my cock, but something seemed different.

We have been together for a number of years, I know my wife's mouth and tongue. I think she thought she had fooled me, until I said, Honey, who's sucking my cock.

I felt another person get on the bed, how can you tell, she asked.

I should know my own wife's mouth by now I told her.

The girl sucking my cock never slowed down the whole time, she knew what she was doing, she had my cock all the way in, deepthroating my cock for the first time in my life.

I don't know where you found her, but she gives great head.

My wife leaned over and now I had two tongues licking and sucking my cock, I wasn't about to last much longer now, and started cumming and my mystery cocksucker just started swallowing my load, not missing a drop.

She used her hand to milk me dry. I just wished I could have seen it, but I was still blindfolded.

I was now being offered a tit to lick and suck, smaller than my wife's, so I knew it was the mystery girl.

My wife is 5' even, with 38C tits. I'm not really a big tit guy, but she came with them, and trust me I have grown to love her tits.

This other girl , I found out later had 34B, with very sensitive nipples, the kind that when you suck and nibble she can cum just from having her nipples played with.

I love to suck and lick a girls nipples. I sucked her entire tit inside my mouth, and as I pulled off, I wrapped my lips tight around her nipple, giving it a long tug.

She moaned when I did this. She then fed me her other tit and I repeated the same, she was moaning from what I was doing to her tits. If only I wasn't tied up, I could pinch her nipples with my fingers.

She next put her leg over me and lowered her pussy onto my face, I started licking her wet pussy, as she ground herself down on my tongue.

I heard a vibrator being turned on and felt it up against my balls, my wife was trying to bring some life back to my cock, well it didn't take long before I was ready for more.

I was then surprised again when my wife inserted the small vibrator up my ass, this was something new, I was so turned on by everything that was happening I didn't care.

I heard my wife say let's switch, which meant that I was going to get to fuck the mystery girl. 

My wife lowered her pussy onto my face, facing the other girl who was now taking my hard cock and placing it at the entrance to her wet pussy.

I shoved upwards quickly, I think she thought she was going to control the action.

I started ramming my cock up inside her, she was fucking tight, and I could hear her moaning from the feel of my cock driving in and out fucking her hard.

I almost shot my load when I heard my wife ask the girl to suck her nipples.

If I could only see that action going on.

I have always wanted to try a threesome, but my wife never seemed like she would ever oblige my wishes, until today, but I was hoping to see everything that was happening.

I don't know if it was my licking or the girl sucking my wifes nipples, but she started cumming, gushing was more like it, I was almost getting drowned.

I should let you know that she has squirted before.

Well the other girl started cumming too, and I was right behind, filling her cunt with my load of hot cum.

My wifes orgasm was so strong that my blindfold got moved and I could see again.

I saw the mystery girl and was very surprised, she's an old friend of ours, I always had the hots for her, and had jerked off to thoughts of her before, so this was a great gift.

Well your blindfolds off, so we might as well untie you too.

My wife asked if there was anything else I wanted for my birthday.

So I thought for a moment, I told her that I wanted her to lick my cum from the other girls wet pussy.

I figured she would never do it, she has never been with another girl before.

She told me to sit back and enjoy the show.

She lay down between the girls wide spread legs and lowered her face to her snatch.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing, my wife stuck out her tongue and started licking and lapping at the girls wet cunt. 

She was licking my entire load of cum out of her and bringing her to an orgasm at the same time.

I got hard again watching my wife eat pussy for the first time.

I came up behind her and spread her ass checks apart, I put some lube on the tip and gave a shove inward.

She had never let me fuck her anally before, I figured this was my day to get my way.

I remained still for a few seconds, letting her get used to the sensation.

I grabbed her hips and started fucking, the other girl grabbed her head and pushed her down again to continue her licking.

I really started to fuck her hard, faster my cock pumped in and out of her tight ass.

Just before I was going to cum I pulled out and flipped her over and shot my load all over her tits.

I then had the other girl lick her clean.

My wifes birthday is a few months away, I have time to plan.

I have already started thinking of all sorts of things to try, plus I have to do some shopping, I know she will love the new toys.

I know one toy will have to be a double headed dildo, and a video camera, that's a must.



The Gift That Keeps On Giving



With songs and honors sounding loud Address the Lord on high;  Over the heavens he spreads his cloud,  And waters veil the sky.

He lets his showers of blessing pour To cheer the plains below;  He makes the grapes on hillsides bear And the corn in valleys grow.

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"I am a gift, from Viktor Kropusek to Arthur Wilson, given in thanks and apology. Do with this gift as you please, for as long as you please."

He'd just walked into his house. The girl stood by the fireplace. She'd lit a fire. She wore a simple strapless summer dress of a gold knit material that reached half way down her thighs. She had a broad foreheaded face with beautiful gray eyes. Her hair floated about her shoulders, a wheat colored cloud. Her feet were bare.

He blazed into anger, "Get the fuck out!" he roared, "Out!"

She looked back at him calmly. "That wasn't for very long."

"Out! God-damn it!" he roared.

"OK OK," she said, "But you know I don't have like a coat and I have to call a cab and I have no shoes. Could I at least wait inside?"

"Get the fuck out!"

She bent to pick up her bag. It lay on the floor to one side. Bending lifted her dress and he had a quick glimpse of the diamond shaped gap where her thighs met her bottom. She walked past him, he had a whiff of violets, then on to the front door. She swung it open and stepped onto the front step. He slammed the door behind her.

He went into the kitchen, poured himself a stiff scotch and drained it. From work, he'd taken the train to his suburb and then walked the mile through the sleet of a late March storm. He'd unlocked his front door, his glasses had steamed, he'd looked into the living room, surprised at the subdued light, and there she'd stood.

He returned to the living room, the fire the only light, and looked out the front window. She stood, or rather hopped on the walk, dancing from bare foot to bare foot. The slush lay almost up to her ankles. He could see his footsteps and now that he noticed, a second faint trail that must be hers from earlier.

"Shit." he said.

He went back into the hall, opened the front door and called. "All right. Wait inside."

She ran up the steps and past him. She stood in the hall, shaking, her teeth chattering.

"You wait right there," he said. "How long is it going to be?"

"They said half an hour. The f-f-fucking roads are slippery."

He sighed, then went back into the kitchen, poured himself another drink, then after a hesitation, said, "Shit" under his breath and poured a second glass. He handed that to her and went into the living room. He sat on a stuffed chair, the fire to his face, his back to her. He bent his head and looked at his drink.

"So what's all this about?" she asked. She leaned on the doorjamb looking into the living room.

"Just wait for your cab and be quiet," he said.

"You know, I get dumped at some strange house out in the sticks and get put in the hands of some lunatic guy I don't know. And then I get like yelled at? It's natural that I'm curious? What's going on here?"

"You know," she said in a softer voice, "If you tell me you might feel better. The gift might not get used as intended, but maybe it'd do some good."

He sighed, "Not every year, not even every other, a girl gets delivered, always in March. I don't want or welcome it."

"But why? And why in reward? And why in apology? I had to like memorize those stupid words."

When he said nothing, she asked, "What did he do to you, that Viktor Kropusek? Did he take your money, screw you at work, take your girl?"

"I'm not going to tell something I've kept to myself for 20 years to a whore." he said bitterly.

"You know," she said, "If I laugh, it's only a whore's laugh, it won't matter one way or the other to you."

Then she said, "Come on, the cab'll be half an hour. If you're talking I won't be able to bug you."

He was amused in spite of himself. He was silent and she thought he was going to remain that way. Then he said, "Shit," sadly and began to talk. He was an awkward story teller, hardly able to make himself understood, but in his mind, this is what he remembered.

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Another March storm. His doorbell rang. On the stoop stood a coated figure, a young woman. With a start he recognized her, Katy, a colleague at work, a work friend, his mind amended. The shock of the unexpected had made his mind slow, what was she doing here? Behind her snow fell in large plentiful flakes. Everything was coated by a wet blanket, still thin. She looked up at him. She was clearly nervous. He felt surprised and tongue tied, his face hot.

"Hey," she said, "I've got this bag with Chinese takeout, I've got this Champagne, I thought maybe we could like celebrate closing the deal together."

"How?" he managed.

"How did I get your address? When you vanished from the office, telling only Tom that you were too tired for the party, he said you never go, even though without you these deals would like never take place, well I kinda like pleaded and begged and he gave it to me. Look, Arthur, I don't want to be with them. I want to be with you. I've learned so much working with you. I know you're tired. We've been like non-stop on this thing for the last 3 months. How about we just eat the Chinese, split the Champagne and then I'll either leave on my own steam or keel over with my head on my plate and you can push me out onto the sidewalk to sleep it off in the snow. OK?"

Arthur couldn't speak. She was very pretty with dark brown hair about her shoulders, hazel eyes, and soft gleaming milky skin. Her coat was open in front, revealing a dark blue suitable for the office and then party afterward dress. Her calves were very nice and her feet were tipped in high heeled black pumps. When she'd joined the team 5 months ago, transferring from the San Francisco office, he'd figured she couldn't be good for anything, she was so pretty. How wrong he'd been! She'd been the hardest worker in their group. Putting in more hours even then he. At 2 or 3 in the morning, he'd find her dialed in to work and one or the other would phone and they'd go over some point in some financial statement. She'd been particularly good at interviewing the weird technical types who worked at the prospective acquisition and verifying that what they said they had really was what they said and did in fact work. And on her own, she'd made a kind of human inventory of the acquisition's workers, at least those in sales and marketing and engineering positions, getting quite an accurate picture of how much dead wood and how much creative talent the place had. Because of her they weren't going to ship everything to India now that they owned the place.

During that whole time he'd longed for her and lusted for her and wondered about her life outside work, but had never nerved himself to say a thing. Normally he hardly spoke to anyone about anything besides work, and with her... The furthest afield they'd ever gotten was discussing research on what the firm's competitors might be planning. Now there she stood.

The smell of the food hit him and he found himself ravenous for it and for her.

"I'm getting cold. I'm gonna come in? We'll like have our own bash," she said firmly and stepped passed him and into the hall.

He took a deep breath of the now scentless outside air and calmed himself. This was going nowhere. She was just being nice.

The house was really small, especially given what his income must be. Looking to the left she saw the dining room. To the right was a small living room with a modest TV, some furniture and a fireplace. On the coffee table was a stack of papers and computer printouts. He had a desktop computer sitting beside the low table with its monitor and keyboard on the glass surface. "Shit, you were working!" Indeed he had been. Starting on the documentation for the next business their firm was thinking of buying.

She looked at him standing in the hall, slender, with thin wire rimmed glasses, looking lost and confused. She felt a little glow of warmth. He was a few years older, maybe thirty. He'd been with the firm for 5 years, coming to it right after grad school. You wouldn't know it to look at him, but he was hot stuff.

"This is nice," she said, carrying the takeout into the dining room and peering on into the kitchen. The dinner table was dark wood, there was a dark wood and glass chest displaying dainty china, and a sideboard.

"The furniture and china were my grandparents," he managed.

She had the paper bag with the Chinese in one hand and over her shoulder she had slung a largish leather handbag. The smell of the food, the hint of her perfume and just the presence of her made him feel a vacumn.

"Plates," she said. "Get plates and napkins and such like. And Champagne glasses." She pulled out the little boxes of white rice and the larger plastic containers holding her choices and set them in the middle of the table. Then she went into the kitchen and helped carry. For the champagne all he had was a pair of juice glasses.

"Shall I?" she asked, peeling the wrapping and wire from the bottle. He was too frozen and dumbfounded to think what she meant. One minute he was starting to get his first tentative feel for a small PC software startup, the next...

She expertly gripped the cork and twisted the bottle. There was a soft whoof and she eased the cork off. She poured and handed him his juice glass. "To us! And a cool hundred mill for Rienhart & Krupusek!"

They ate quietly for what seemed like agonizing years. He, because he could in his agony think of nothing to say. She? What he wondered was she thinking? Whatever was she doing here? She could be out with the other guys, he imagined the noise of the bar, the laughter, the talk on incomprehensible subjects that had nothing to do with numbers.

After almost 5 minutes, she sighed. "I thought this might happen. Maybe a little game to break the ice?"

She reached into her handbag and produced a deck of cards. She shuffled them then pushed them across. "Cut?" Her eyes never left his.

After he did, she took another bite of General Tso's chicken, licked her lips, and instructed, "Turn the top card over."

He did. He stared at it blankly. On the card was the picture of a gleaming object made of clear plastic. It had a wide base on which sprouted a slim christmas tree shaped thing.

"What kind of card game is this? How do I play that?"

She looked at him. Then she laughed in a short pleased burst. She wiped her lips and stood. She quickly lifted her skirt and pulled her underwear down over her knees. If he'd had any capability of rational thought left, that glimpse of her white thighs would've blown it away. She let her skirt fall back and then stepped out of the panties.

From her bag she took a plastic object shaped exactly like the picture on the card. She took her juice glass and let a little dribble of the idly bubbling gold liquid fall on the object's rounded end, where the top ornament of a christmas tree would cling. She set the object on her chair, out of his view, then, looking at him, she lifted her skirt again, this time, because of the table he could not see her white thighs. She slowly sat. She used one hand to grip the edge of the table and steady herself. The other reached around and down out of sight, making adjustments. Her expression became slightly vacant and abstracted as she settled herself slowly, rocking her hips about.

"There," she said after she'd settled. "Pity you couldn't see anything. I like being on a pedestal for my guys. It's like being the statue of their goddess."

He thought about where the object had vanished.

"What are you playing at?" he asked.

"Cards, and if you like the game, turn over another."

This time the picture showed a length of gold chain, a clamp at either end. She took a bite of Szechuan style pork with broccoli, met his eyes, wiped her lips, and lifted the corresponding object from her bag.

"These don't go on the ears," she said, making a play of attaching one end to an earlobe. "You'll get a good view of this."

She undid the buttons of her dress, pulled it down off her shoulders, then efficiently removed her bra. Her breasts stood up, smallish but sweet. Her nipples visibly stiffened.

"Would you like to do the honors?" She saw his expression, laughed, and said, "Next time." With practiced movements she tightened each clamp's jaws on its nipple, whistling silently against the sting. What a sight she made with the chain vanishing below the table edge to hang in her lap.

"Doesn't that, doesn't that," he fumbled for words.

"Hurt? sure."

"But, do you like it?"

"The pain? No. But it makes me shiver to think about it, to anticipate it, to think how I'll look, and I like watching you enjoy it. You do don't you?"

"What sort of game is this?" he asked again.

This time she said, "No game really, this is our celebration. I am giving myself to you."

She grinned when she saw him swallow. Then she shivered, "You wouldn't turn up the thermostat would you?"

He got up, stumbled, tipping his chair over with a bang and went into the hall. From the basement there came a rumbling groan as the furnace kicked on.

"Pick another card," she said when he'd righted his chair and resumed his seat. "And don't forget to eat. You'll need your strength later."

"You really have that many, well, things in your bag?"

She grinned, "You'd be surprised. A card."

This time it showed another plastic object, long and slim, its purpose obvious. Even he could recognize a stylized penis. She took one from her bag, dribbled champagne on it, then it vanished from view under the table. He watched transfixed as she pulled at her dress, shifted in her chair, obviously opening her thighs. He watched as she looked down at herself with rapt concentration. He watched her arms move gently back and forth. She closed her eyes and looked at the ceiling. A gasped "OH" escaped her lips, then she shivered again and shook her head. She took a large gulp of her champagne. He refilled her glass.

"Why do you suppose that men like watching a woman fool with herself?" she asked.

When he said nothing, but just sat helplessly gawking, she sighed, "Another."

He surprised her by all but croaking, "What's the score?"

She laughed, he'd loved hearing that laugh in the office. When she stood in the little kitchenette, chatting with the guys on some subject that he invariably didn't understand, her laugh always made him feel at ease. "You are losing big time, bud. Next one may change your luck though."

This time he turned over a whip, slim and black. It had a black plastic handle and long black leather tassels. Everything in him went still.

Her slim hand reached into the bag and rummaged and came out with the object.

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He looked up at the slim girl where she leaned on the doorjamb, he hardly saw her he was so lost in memory, "Of course no one ever expects actually whip another person. It's so beyond imagination. Or even to hit anyone. The last time I'd hit someone it was a boy in second grade, on the playground, and the humiliation of going to the office!"

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"Here," she handed the whip to him, handle first. He fumbled and dropped it onto the rug. He bent and picked it up. It felt cold and hard in his hand, dry and smooth as a snake. She bent forward, placed her hands palm down on the table. "Practice on my back," she said. "You can't miss that."

He took it and stood. His chair tumbled over again. This time he tripped and found himself on all fours.

"Hey", she said, "You're not the one who's supposed to get hurt here."

He picked himself up, rounded the table and stood behind her. The line of her spine, the shifting outline of her shoulder blades, the lines of her ribs, he could've looked at how they pressed against her smooth skin all night.

"Hey," she said again.

He slapped her back. The leather strands spread and seemed to caress her smooth skin, touching her shoulder blades like the soft fingers of a lover.

She laughed. "Jesus. Here give me that." She straightened, took the whip, then "Hold out your hand, palm up"

When he did, she swung it back and brought it flailing around hard so its ends lashed across his wrist.

"Shit!" he cried. Despite the sting, the sight of her swinging arm, the play of her delicate shoulders, the bounce of her breasts and the glittering chain, excited him beyond measure.

"Like that," she said, keeping up her tone of disdain, "Across my back."

"Wait," he said, "If I am going to whip you, it should be for cause. One shouldn't just punish randomly."

She grinned. "I do so like you. How about for barging in and disturbing your peace?"

"Yep that's it. Worse, you're delaying the start of our next project, we're going to want to move fast on this one." And he brought the whip down hard on the line of her spine. She yelped and twisted. The plastic inside her must also have had an effect since she bounced a couple times more and only was still after a visible effort.

A spread of red ran down her white skin, like a rash. He so admired how her back narrowed just above her hips. Her dark blue dress puddled there, he had just a slight view of her bottom. He could see nothing of either object. He struck her again and again.

As he did, she yelped and bounced and twisted. Her beautiful smooth face hardened into a grimace, he could almost see the face of the older woman she would become. She climaxed with a high pitched sound, somewhere between a yelp and a squeal. He stroked her back hard several more times, his arm ached. He was surprised at how turned on he felt.

"Jesus, Jesus Jesus," she sighed.

He turned over another card. It showed a nude young woman, kneeling, her hands resting on her thighs, palms up, thighs open enough so that her smooth hairless pussy was in plain view.

"Let's go into the living room," he managed.

She stood, her dress dropped about her ankles. He admired the plastic bases that stuck from her cunt in front and from between her ass cheeks in the rear.

He bent to get her bag, but then said, "Bring the whip, the bag and the cards."

She bent, the chain swinging. He thought she was the best thing he'd ever seen. And when she walked before him, high heels clicking...

"Please make a fire," he said.

She hesitated. He took the whip from her and waved it threateningly.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how," she murmured.

He lashed her hard across the ass.

"Ignorance is no excuse," he said. "Put three pieces of wood in the grate, lengthwise, 2 on the bottom, one resting on them. Take the cast iron tray on the side there, pour a little kerosene onto it, you'll find a small can in the cupboard there, slide it under the grate and light it."

He sat in an easy chair and watched as she moved tentatively about. How sweet she looked. She hesitated with the match. "Light it," he said, "Or I'll light your ass."

She struck it and the kerosene lit with a soft gentle flame. The wood above it would soon catch.

She started to kneel on the hearth rug, but he said, "Stand still." He went to her. He touched a clamped nipple curiously. She shifted on her feet. He began to explore her body. Her skin felt soft and smooth and warm. He felt that right then, she was an inanimate object, made of some exquisitely expensive warm synthetic, an inanimate object that belonged to him. He could do what he wanted to it without consequence. He twisted a pinched nipple and she gasped. He let his hands rove down her flanks, over her flat belly. He fingered the taut flesh of her cunt, stretched around its guest. He pinched her sex lips and she jumped. He jiggled the base of the plastic lodged in her ass. He noticed that her breathing was getting short, there was an excited look in her eyes. He put a firm hand on her flat belly, another on the small of her back. He pushed his hands together, trying to push the air out of her, like he was working a bellows. She was so firm and alive in his grip. He caressed her thighs, then her breasts, then gripped her chin firmly, turned her face to his and kissed her.




The Gift That Keeps On Giving



I gripped Karl's hand as the living room door swung open and in flounced my younger sister Julie. I held in a grimace of disgust and forced myself to my feet and went through the pretence of mock kisses to our cheeks just for the sake of our parents, they were old and liked to think their two daughters got along pretty well. I tried not to react as Julie openly stood appraising Karl, eyeing him up and down like a piece of meat at a market before sitting down next to him on the opposite side from me. I squirmed in discomfort and knew Karl would too. I had told him all about my nymphomaniac slut of a little sister.

"So this is your latest boyfriend Sis?"

*

"Seriously Karl the last three years that little bitch has ended up bedding my boyfriend over the Christmas holidays! I know she does it just to wind me up and upset me but really, I liked at least two of them and she just flounced in flashed her ass and her tits and low and behold they were making the two backed monster in her bed. In fact, she did Brian in my bed, the cunt!"

Karl had listened impassively to Lisa as she vented furiously.

"I mean she is better looking than me, slimmer, younger, more attractive but can she not just leave my men alone? I'm just telling you what we're going down to babe, sure you're up to it?"

"Oh I think I can handle your little sister alright."

*

Julie had a bath that evening after we had all had tea (and I suspect she had already played a little footsie with Karl) which was the perfect excuse for her to appear in the living room in just a big, white fluffy bathrobe. Mum and Dad had already gone to bed, which was just as well as our father may well have had a stroke had he been looking on as Julie sat on the sofa and folded her long, tanned, bare legs beneath her, displaying ample amounts of her thighs in the process. 

I glared across at her and was met by a grinning, mocking smirk. Damn her, she was as sexy as ever and didn't she know it. Her long, blonde hair was wet and tangled and she had a shine about her that made her even more attractive. Karl was staring at her I knew but somehow managed to tear his eyes off her and excused himself to head up to my bedroom, blaming being tired for his early retiral. That left the two of us staring at each other and once it just us Julie's cute face changed perceptibly. Mine turned downright angry.

"You stay away from him you little slut!" I growled the warning across the room.

"I must say sis he's a bit better than that thing you brought home last year, Robert was it? God he was dull and unimaginative, I had to go on top the whole time. Probably fine for you but I like a little more life in my men!"

"Robert was a nice guy, I still can't believe you seduced him you bitch. I fucking loved him!"

"Love! Ha! What does a cold hearted bitch like you know about love? Boo fucking hoo! If he loved you Sis then he wouldn't have been so keen to jump into bed with me, would he? I guess he just didn't want to be stuck with a dull, frigid cow all his life."

I took each insult as a physical blow almost and knew I could not win this argument. So instead I settled for a good old fashioned threat. I stood up and pointed my finger at her animatedly.

"Listen Julie, if you lay a hand on Karl I promise you will regret it!"

She just grinned back at me evilly and casually undid the belt on her robe and flashed her tits and shaven pussy at me.

"Oh I won't use my hands Sis, not when I've got all this to offer him!"

*

Things were surprisingly calm on Christmas Day. Bar some flirting which Julie seemed incapable of stopping herself performing there was little of note by the time I walked back up to the bedroom Karl and myself were sharing. Perhaps she had taken my warning to heart this time or perhaps she was finally growing up and maturing. I doubted both though but if the slut was to show her true colours and try to lead Karl astray she would only have one more full day to try as we were due to leave early the day after Boxing Day. Boxing Day would, however, provide her with her best chance. Mum and Dad always insisted on hosting an evening party and inviting lots of friends and family and I was determined to keep my eyes on Julie for the whole day.

Julie being the slut she is of course she was dressed in the most wildly inappropriate outfit. She had a tiny black skirt, black stockings and a silver top that showed nearly all of her back and a fair proportion of her front, her breasts nearly spilling forth whenever she moved. Her hair was all piled on her head and she was plastered with make up. She just had that glint in her eye that she could do anything she wanted that night and I recognised it having seen it so many times over the years. Helping mum serve drinks and food kept me too busy though and before long I was chatting with old family friends and found myself losing track of what Julie was up to and before too long where Karl was.

Finally, I managed to extricate myself from a deeply boring monologue from one of my parents long time neighbours and seeing no sign of either my sister or Karl I immediately leapt to a conclusion and sneaked out into the hall and stealthily crept upstairs. I knew before I heard the desperate animalistic sounds of mating coming from my little sisters bedroom that they were together. I knew before I pushed open her door slightly to peer in that they were fucking but seeing it with my eyes brought it all home to me. She had done it again, I had warned her off but she couldn't help herself, she had to ruin whatever I seemed to have.

I stayed there and watched in silence. Julie was stripped completely naked and was kneeling on the bed facing me but with her head down as she was shunted forward with each frantic thrust of a half dressed Karl as he pumped her doggy style. They were rutting, there was no love between them it was purely physical. It was typical of Julie, she held no love in her heart, not for me not for anyone. She was so selfish, she just wanted to satisfy her needs and her wants and did not care who that hurt or how. I should have been used to it by now.

With a particularly vigorous thrust Karl reached forward and grabbed her long, blonde hair and hauled back on it to force his dick even deeper and as he did her face swung up and she glimpsed me standing in the crack of the door. Looking directly at me but never letting on to Karl she panted out.

"Yeah, that's it. Fuck me good. I'm the best lover you'll ever have Karl. My prude of a sister would never have let you her like this and guess what? You can do me in the ass later!"

Disgusted, I stepped away and slunk downstairs to the party. She really was beyond redemption.

It was no surprise to me that when I finally made my way to bed that night, Karl was nowhere to be seen. I didn't mind, let the two of them enjoy their lust I thought before collapsing into bed.

*

I was up early the next day though and strode confidently into Julie's bedroom, bursting in on her still lying on her bed, cum still in her hair and on her naked thighs. She looked thoroughly satisfied with herself after a good hard fucking.

Her eyes fluttered open at my presence and she smirked up at me smugly, making no move to cover her nude, exposed body.

"Did Karl enjoy himself bitch?" I demanded.

"Oh at least four times that I remember. Said you two had never done it you know. I doubt you'll get a better one next year Sis!"

Her self-satisfied smile dropped somewhat as I smiled sadly and pityingly at her.

"Where is he anyway? I think we could go another round before I have to leave."

"He left early, he has to go to the clinic today, more tests you know, I do hope you were safe Julie, what with what he's got!"

Saying no more I turned on my heel and left her, a huge, cheesy smile plastered on my face. I had warned her, I had told her not to do it. I had been fair, given her the chance not to subject herself to the various STD's and venereal diseases Karl carried. It's amazing who you can meet on the internet these days and Karl had been perfect for my plan and he had got a free holiday and a good night with a sexy girl into the bargain.

I heard my sister falling to the floor and scrambling after me and knew this would be the last year she would do this to me.... 



The Gift That Keeps On Giving



"I'm just wondering what your fantasies are sweetie, it's not a trick question or anything, I know you are very happy with our sex life, and so am I" reaching across the bed Cammie stroked the wonderfully muscled chest of her husband of 5 years this December 30th.

"I didn't think it was dear, it's just a hard question to answer. Hmm let me think a moment." Maxx reached across the bed and stroked his beautiful wife's perfect breasts as he pondered her question.

"I think the coolest thing would be to be able to tell my partner exactly what I wanted her to do and have her obey without question. Just in the bedroom now and then. Kinda like a sex robot but with an amazing human body. Hmm...she should look just like you." 

Maxx ran his hand slowly and lightly down her belly caressing as he moved closer to her and started nibbling her ear

"Mm" she moaned as she started rising to meet his caresses.

"See you like that idea" he leaned over and kissed her as he spoke.

"I never... mm... said that" she responded by kissing him back, passionately and without reservations.

Maxx shifted and started kissing down her body, going very slowly, just barely touching her, causing her to writhe beneath him. Moving further and further down, until he was right between her legs, he kissed her smooth inner thighs and just above her succulent pussy, never once touching it.

"Ahh. Please... lower." she begged as she arched her back in near ecstasy.

After another kiss to her inner thigh, Maxx stopped abruptly.

"No. I don't think I will. We have been in this bed long enough and need to get a start on the day. There is a lot to accomplish, don't you remember Sam and Maria are coming over tomorrow to celebrate Christmas Eve with us. We don't even have a tree yet my love. Come on up and at em"

Slapping her on her ass quickly he jumped out of bed before she could retaliate and went to start the shower.

"Awwwwwww, that's not fair." Cammie whined as she rolled over looking at his sexy ass as he walked out the door.

"Come join me in the shower. It might save some time, then again...." Maxx called from the adjoining bathroom.

"No I don't think I will, after all there is so much to be done I should just get started" she replied sticking her tongue out at his back. She rolled out of bed and dug through her dresser for some comfy clothes she could shop in. She still needed to stop at the grocery store and pick up a few last minute presents before coming home to decorate the tree Maxx was supposed to be getting today after a quick meeting. She couldn't want to see her friend Maria tomorrow. It had been so hard to get together the last few months with both couples working so much. 

"Suit yourself my love." Maxx replied refusing to rise to the bait. Soaping up he thought about her earlier question. It was hard to tell his wife that he thought about things other than what they usually did. It was great that she wanted to know but scary to wonder what she might think of him. The thought of being able to order her to suck his cock whenever he wanted and have her drop to her knees immediately without question was amazing though. In response his heavy, thick cock rose to show its support in the matter. Oh well he thought, it's gotta get clean somehow. Grasping his now throbbing cock, Maxx quickly stroked it maintaining the thought of Cammie on her knees sucking it as if it was her greatest pleasure in the world to please him. Long before he was ready he reached climax and suddenly came harder than he had in a long time causing him to grasp the handrail for support. WOW he thought if only it was real.

Later that day the couple met back up at home, Maxx with a huge Christmas tree and Cammie with almost everything they would need to entertain their friends the next day. She still hadn't decided on a present for Maxx though she did have a great idea and wanted to talk with Maria more and see what she thought. Maybe she would call her later when Maxx was finishing up the last of the work he needed to do for the week. She couldn't imagine what Maria was going to think of her idea. I mean, who just randomly talks about their sex life with friends. It was an odd concept to her but she really needed the input of another woman, especially one who had been with her partner for over 10 years. She must have some experience with sexual fantasies and what to do with them. Yup, definitely a great idea...she set about finishing her cleaning and organizing putting away all the thanksgiving and fall decorations and began pulling the tree decorations out of the storage under the stairwell. Sneezing she saw that she was going to have to go to yet another store since the lights seemed to be missing. Oh that's right, they broke last year when she and Maxx got into a tug of war trying to untangle them and only ended up wrapping her up in them when she tripped and fell. Oh my god! She remembered Maxx's comment when that had happened.

"Oh baby you look so hot all trussed up an completely at my mercy...what ever will I do with you now that you can't escape"

She had been so frustrated she had just barked back at him and killing whatever moment was creating in his sexy head. Goodness, what if he liked stuff like that. What if he was really serious? Could she... would she...oh my god she thought yet again. All of a sudden she realized she was soaking wet and it was seeping through her panties onto her jeans. Good lord what was wrong with her.

Standing in front of the now erect and straight Christmas tree Maxx couldn't help himself. He couldn't stop thinking about his wife sweetly submitting to his every sexual wish. All day long while he was in his meeting and at the tree farm his mind kept wandering and he kept having to hide his erection. That was not something that was easy to do in Dockers with a 7 ½ inch long 6 ½ inch thick cock, not to mention the almost constant stream of pre-cum. 

Ugh he grumble to himself as his cock started to rise again. Shaking his head he decided to just forget the whole thing. She was the most confident and assertive woman he had ever met in his life, there was no way she was going to submit to him. He would just have to deal with it remaining a fantasy. The tree as erect as his cock, he went to finish the bit of work he had left, still shaking his head at the thoughts that refused to exit his brain.

Seeing that Maxx was in his office, Cammie ran to the bedroom cell phone in hand. Hopefully she didn't completely freak out her friend, but she didn't know what else to do. She spent the entire day thinking about this and had to change her panties 4 times already and it was barely 6 pm. closing the door behind her she made her call and almost held her breath.

Later that night when they were both in bed and the tree was ready to be decorated as soon as she got the lights, there was this weirdness between them, as if neither wanted to bring up that mornings conversation and what it had done to the both of them during the day.

"Good night sweetie... I'm so exhausted but still need to shop a bit more. I can't wait till tomorrow it will be amazing to see them again." With that Cammie turned over and pulled the blankets tight around her neck and attempted to sleep despite the intense heat in her nether region.

Maxx was left with a flutter in his tummy. Ok so she didn't want to discuss it anymore, but is it bothering her. He really hoped she was just tired. He laid down and scooted over putting his arms around her like they normally slept. She seemed to tighten a bit but didn't pull away. They both drifted off to sleep with what the other thought was sheer exhaustion but what they themselves knew was a ridiculous amount of pent up sexual frustration.

Rising with the alarm early the next morning neither Maxx nor Cammie interacted much with the other. Simply told the other person what they were up to for the day and made sure they knew when to return to have plenty of time to finish the decorations. Cammie had a few extra places to get to so she left first. Maxx stayed behind supposedly to finish pulling the rest of the decorations out and making sure there were enough hooks for the shiny balls. However, he found himself glued to the image on his phone from last year of Cammie all tangled up with Christmas lights. She had been so frustrated when he took the picture that he never looked at it again and had all but forgotten it existed until yesterday. This was almost killing him. He promised himself he would talk to her later tonight after Sam and Maria had gone. Ignoring his throbbing cock for the umpteenth time he got busy with untangling tinsel and wreaths.

Returning from her shopping about a half hour later than expected, Cammie snuck quietly into the house to hide her gift to Maxx. Hopefully he wouldn't look under the bed any time in the near future. Carrying the rest of the bags into the living room she noticed that Maxx had indeed succeeded in getting all the rest of the decorations laid out and ready. Hearing soft music from the kitchen she wandered in to see what he was up to.

"WOW honey you have been busy." She exclaimed when she saw almost all of the dinner preparations done.

"Well I just figured I would get started since I got done early with the detangling."

"I'm impressed, I guess you don't need my help, so I'm gonna go jump in the shower and finish getting ready if that is ok?" she waited a fraction of a second to see if he realized she asked his permission, before she scooted out the door and almost ran up the stairs to the bedroom. 

Slamming the door behind her she slumped down to the floor and almost suffocated before realizing she had been holding her breath. She was never going to make it to dinner time if she didn't stop this. A cold shower was exactly what she needed. Jumping up she stumbled to the adjoining bath and turned on the water. Sighing with relief as she stepped into the luke- warm spray she started to relax. It would be ok, she would make it. Hurrying she finished dressing and putting on her make up when she heard the door- bell. Looking over herself once more, satisfied with the results she went to greet her friends.

"Oh my god Maria, look at that dress, you look simply ravishing and Sam what happened to your goatee, oh I can't believe you are both here finally" almost squealing with delight Cammie raced up to her friends enveloping Sam in a hug first and then Maria. Maxx was too busy shaking hands with Sam to notice the girls whispering to each other and sharing a knowing look before breaking their embrace.

"Dinner is all ready, please, let's sit and eat. We have so much to catch up on... would either of you care for a glass of Chianti?"

"Oh, yes that would be lovely" Maria responded with a smile

"Sure Cammie, I can't wait to get to this feast I'm so hungry" Sam replied while waltzing into the dining room.

2 and ½ hours later when all the food was cleared away and the dishes in the dishwasher, the two couples were gathered in front of the now completely decorated tree sipping a glass of eggnog. They were debating the relevance of the traditional opening of one gift on Christmas Eve.

"Oh come on Maxx its tradition and besides who can take this suspense any longer its killing me." Maria begged prettily even sticking out her lower lip a little bit.

"Aw alright, fine. Here Sam you go first, let's make these girls wait even longer." Tossing a small blue package to Sam Maxx sat back on the plush suede couch and smirked at Cammie who was practically bouncing she was so excited. Christmas was her favorite time of year and he always enjoyed voting no on the pre-Christmas morning opening of gifts just to make her squirm. 

"WOW this is awesome, thanks guys." Sam exclaimed holding up a brand new leather bound sketch pad. Sam was an amazing artist and filled his books faster than he could buy them.

"Turn it over Sam" Cammie said, relishing the look of pure boyish delight that Sam had when he saw the monogram on the cover done in gold.

"This is too much guys." Sam breathed still glued to the book in his hands.

"Suck it up dude it was Cammie's idea and there is no way we are taking it back, she has practically been dying to give that to you ever since we got it done. Enjoy it!"

"I don't know what to say, oh my god... thank you so much" with tears in his eyes Sam hugged both of them.

"Ok Maria your turn next, here sweets I hope you like it." Cammie handed Maria a large purple package with a bright silver bow on it.

"Goodness its heavy." Maria exclaimed as she took the package. Carefully opening it she nearly squealed with absolute delight. It was a rare 1st edition leather bound book that she had had her eye on finding for ages.

"Cammie... I mean... where did you... I love it. Oh I think I'm going to cry." Throwing her arms around Cammie, Maria hugged her tightly.

"It was nothing; I found it ages ago and was waiting for the right time to give it to you."

"Well it's amazing I will treasure it for always."

"Alright love, I know you are probably dying to open on of your own, your turn." Maxx said as he moved to grab a nearby package.

"No my love, it's your turn next, I can wait. I have been planning this and simply can't wait another second. However I will need Sam and Maria's help if you don't mind waiting here, it's rather heavy?" she waiting this time for him to reply with permission before heading out of the room.

The 3 left the room quickly going to the master bedroom and closing the door. Maxx sat on the couch in utter confusion. He couldn't imagine what she would have gotten him that was too heavy to carry. Though thinking for a moment he did hope it was that new LCD flat screen TV that he had his eye on at the store the other day. That would be amazing to watch the game on. It seemed to be taking them a long time. Looking at his watch he saw that it had been nearly 15 minutes since they left. Standing up getting ready to go see if they were ok the bedroom door opened and Sam and Maria came out struggling under the weight of a huge bright red sparkly box. Cammie was no- where to be seen. They set it down in front of him and stepped back.

"Where's Cammie?"

"She wanted you to go ahead and open it; she is working on the second part of the gift. Go ahead" Sam said.

"Are you sure?" looking around for Cammie Maxx walked over to the gift and grasped the bow on top, untying it quickly. Truthfully he was incredibly excited to see what this was. Carefully lifting the lid off and setting it to the side without looking in the box, he realized the box was way bigger than what it looked like originally. Peeking over the edge he was startled when the paper moved. Stepping back he stared open mouthed as the sides of the box collapsed and the paper moved aside. Cammie was there in the center of the box kneeling in the same way he had seen in his head a million times in the last 2 days. Wearing the most beautiful red silk negligee that covered almost nothing. By her feet was a piece of paper, without looking up she grasped it delicately and handed it up to him without breaking position. He looked at it incredulously, he couldn't believe his eyes. 

"With this contract I give Maxx complete control over my body, the choice of what to do or not do with it. The power to make sexual demands and expect them followed without hesitation. I give my obedience to him in all sexual matters until next Christmas when we will review the terms and conditions of this contract. With the power of choice, I give said power to Maxx without stipulation or contest."

It was already signed by Cammie and dated all that remained was for him to sign and a witness and it would be official. Maxx looked up at Sam and Maria and actually saw them for what seemed like the first time. Maria was standing just a bit back behind Sam and always looked to him for direction and he always seemed to be so in control at all times. He remembered how when he offered them a second glass of wine at dinner she had looked to him and there was the briefest of looks between them and a small nod from him before she answered. Could it be that they had something like this between them?

"Yes Maxx, Maria is my slave; she obeys my every command and lives to please me." Sam answered the unasked question in Maxx's head.

"But. Cammie isn't... I mean I didn't think." Looking down at Cammie he thought she was the most beautiful girl on the planet. He could see Cammie trembling and a bit flushed. He realized his cock was rock hard and that two of his best friends were standing right there.

"Come on Maria it's time to go home, say good bye to Maxx and we will be on our way." Sam said as he shrugged on his coat.

"Good bye Maxx, enjoy her, she is ready for this and wants nothing more than to please you."

They left quietly and it seemed like there was nothing in the world accept his beautiful wife, kneeing in front of him waiting for his instructions. He felt like the luckiest man on the planet. Picking up a pen he signed the paper that was laying on the table where he had laid it after reading it. He didn't even realize that Sam had signed it as he had been so stuck on the beauty kneeling before him. As soon as he laid the pen down, Cammie looked up for the first time since the box had fallen open.

"Merry Christmas my Master, how can I be of service?"

With a big grin on his face Maxx opened his fly and felt like he was going to explode.

"I love you with all my heart and soul, this was the best Christmas ever and I will cherish this gift above any I ever receive."

"Now suck my cock girl, suck it until I cum and don't miss a single drop when you swallow it all down my beautiful girl."

"With pleasure my Master!"



The Gift that Keeps on Giving



Kevin Adams walked out of his crummy apartment and made his way down the street where he laid up against a tall, rusted, wooden fence crossing his arms and his legs. He took a nice hot shower to wake him up and he dipped some cologne on both his wrist and neck. He did a few push-ups and sit-ups naked before he put on his denim colored t-shirt. Some white speedos (His clients really liked that). He put on some denim jeans that matched and some brown leather cowboy boats. He fixed himself some breakfast to eat because he was going to be out there for a long while. After he finished his breakfast he dumped the empty dishes in the kitchen sink. He would wash it later. He walked out the door locking it from behind and headed to work. 

Kevin leaned up against the rusty old wooden fence waiting for one of his clients to come by. Just like he expected, shiny, black, Sudan with tinted windows drove up and parked near the sidewalk where Kevin waited. Kevin walked up to the shiny vehicle. The tinted window on the passenger side rolled down at the same time Kevin leaned in on the door window. 

"How you doing?" Kevin asked in a voice that sounded manly but seductive at the same time. 

The man turned to the young hustler and smiled. Kevin looked down at his pants to see his penis was out and he was stroking it lightly as if he wanted to take his time. Knowing the old man very well, he wanted to wait until he jumped in his car and they sped off to an isolated location where both of them could be alone and finally get some release together. 

"I'm doing fine Kevin and how are you?" The old man smiled. 

"Better now that you drove all the way down here to see little old me." Kevin smiled. 

"Oh it wasn't any trouble. And you are definitely not little." 

Kevin's smile widened even further. He pulled the lever and opened the door. The door was always unlocked every time he drove to his location spot. After Kevin was nice and settled in his clients comfy car, they drove off together to start the morning off. 

Deona D. walked into Joe's Market, a small town grocery store to buy a couple of groceries for dinner tonight. 

"Hello Miss. D." The young pretty girl with red hair tied in a ponytail greeted. 

"Hello Kelly," Miss D. greeted back, "how are you doing this fine wonderful morning?" 

"Oh just swell and you?" 

"Blessed like always." 

A delighted smile spread across Kelly's face. Every time Miss. D walked into the store she was always smiling as if she won the lottery. To what Kelly has heard, Miss D. has never been married, never had a boyfriend, and lived alone. She was sixty-five years old and always wore a light blue hat that covered her blonde frenzy hair, she hardly wore much make-up but without it Kelly bet she was very attractive for her age. She always wore a dress. Pretty old fashion but interesting all the same. Today she was wearing a pink dress with beautiful garden like flowers all over. And to top it all off she wore a pink, wool, covering that looked like the thin, wool, version of a jacket. Probably sowed it together herself. Either way, Miss. D was the light of her life and one of her favorite customers. The whole world maybe ending tomorrow, but it wouldn't matter to Miss D.. It was like she always stayed on the positive every day. In all her years of working in her father's store, she has never seen Miss. D looking soured or sad about anything. Kelly didn't think it was possible. If there were more people like her, the world would be a wonderful place. 

"How is your father?" Miss D. asked. 

"He is a little weak right now but he is doing fine." Kelly responded. For 40 years Joe Robinson has paid, built, and created his store along with her mother Elana Robinson. Together they created a family business where people can walk in and buy as much as they can. It was nothing compared to Wal-Mart but the prices were cheap and the business is still carried on today thanks to her. 

"Well, tell him that he will be in my prayers." Miss. D said. 

"Thank you." 

"Good welcome." 

Both women went back to their duties. Miss. D went and took a shopping cart and began browsing around finding all the ingredients for dinner tonight. After she was done she went up to the counter where Kelly was ready to ring her up. 

"Found everything alright Miss. D?" Kelly asked cheerfully. 

"You know it," Miss. D responded, "I have a lot to do today." 

"Really, doing some spring cleaning?" 

"Nope, better. Fixing dinner." 

"Alone?" 

"Nope, I'm having a visitor." Miss. D smiled delighted. She flashed her pure, white, teeth. Kelly wondered if she was a model some time ago. She really knew how to take care of herself. 

"Oh really? Anyone I know?" Kelly asked not surprised but happy that Miss. D finally met someone. 

"Oh just an old friend out of town. He is off on business, but he was passing through. So he called and asked if he could come over." 

Kelly flashed a mischievous smile on her face. "Is he spending the night?" 

Miss. D chuckled. "Kelly you are so funny. I let you know how it turns out." And just like that she too flashed Kelly a mischievous smile and flashed a wink just to make sure Kelly got the hint. 

Kelly wasn't sure if Miss. D and her were thinking the same thing. But if so, Kelly had to give the man credit. With a beautiful woman like Miss. D she was sure this evening was going to be an interesting one. Now only if she could find someone to share the night with. 

The old man parked right in the middle of the alley like they always park. Here nobody was around, not even the cops. Either because there was nothing to do there, it was too scary for anyone to pass through, or there were no major incidents where the police needed to be informed. 

To Kevin the whole thing looked scary. He even worried that his first client was going to do something volatile to him and dump him here in the middle of nowhere. Kevin's father was an alcoholic and used to beat him constantly, as if he needed to release some stress upon the world. His mother was a nut case. Knowing what her husband was doing was wrong, but afraid to do something about it in case good old dad would turn his open hand on her. Instead she told him to not say anything to his father at his drunken state in hopes to not make him mad. And hide as best he can just in case his father was in the mood. Kevin finally got the common sense to pack his shit and get the hell out while he still can. He was his mother's problem now. 

Because of being born with bad luck, he never attended school. He saw no point. And he started living off the streets. It wasn't until a car parked right in front of him where the tinted window rolled down and there was a man. Not the man he was with now, but more handsome, with light brown eyes. 

"Need a ride?" The man asked with a friendly and handsome smile. 

Hot and hungry Kevin was more than obliged to nod and jump in the vehicle with this strange man. 

The man's name was Michael. He didn't give his last name which Kevin knew it must have been of some importance. Michael took him to a crummy hotel where he was supposedly staying. Kevin noticed how sharp Michael dressed and the Nissan he was driving looked pretty new. To Kevin this meant that this place was not his place of residence. 

Michael opened the door with his card key and walked in. He stepped aside and let Kevin in. Michael turned on the light letting Kevin look around. There was one television set on a wooden dresser. The carpet was brown but he could have sworn he saw some dark stains on the carpet. There was one bed well made but he wondered what other perverts walked in this room laying in that bed before them. And the room smelled like a group of people have been smoking cigars in there all day. His house he ran away from was more sanitized than this. 

"It's not the Hiltons but it's something right?" Michael said with his creepy smile. 

Kevin heard the door closed behind him. It sounded like the door closing in on his doom. 

"The bathroom is up ahead," Michael said, "I'm not trying to get smart or nothing, but something tells me that it has been awhile since you took a shower." 

Kevin knew he was right but it was after the shower he was worried about. 

After Kevin walked out of the shower he realized his clothes were gone. He turned to the man standing before him and with shock. Michael stood naked in front of him with the same handsome but creepy smile. 

"Well, I guess both of us were thinking the same thing when we came here now weren't we?" Michael said. 

He didn't know about Michael but Kevin was surprised. Michael stood before him naked. Kevin didn't notice it before. Either that or he didn't care but Michael looked a lot bigger without his clothes on. His biceps and triceps were bigger than his. His pecs were big and well squared with big round dark, pink, nipples. Kevin had nice squared abs but Michael's was much bigger. Kevin looked down further between Michael's thick, white, thighs, and saw that his penis was a little thicker and bigger than his. Just thinking of what Michael was going to use that on or even if he was going to use it at all made Kevin's heart race. 

"You like what you see?" Michael asked with his creepy, handsome, smile. Kevin didn't say a word. He didn't know what to say. He has never felt anything for a man before. In fact, he has never felt anything for a man or woman. He supposes life didn't give him the chance to experience that feeling. "Why don't you come over here so I can get a better look at you?" 

Kevin swallowed hard and walked over slowly hoping nothing too scary would happen. It wasn't until he was face to face (Or face to chest) where Michael placed both his strong hands on Kevin's body. One hand around his back and the other squeezing his buttocks so hard it hit every nerve in Kevin's body making him jump. 

"You know fit as you are, you feel like a baby's bottom," Michael said. 

Kevin didn't know if that was some prison statement he never heard about or that was some sort of gay seductive overtone that was supposed to get a rise out of him. Either way Kevin was screwed, literary. 

"Get down on your knees," Michael ordered. This time his voice did not sound seductive. Kevin did what he was told and got down on his knees, "now does it look pretty from down there?" Kevin looked down as his massive member. He didn't know if it was the trick of the light or his mind was playing tricks on him by fear. But he swore it was pulsating and growing. Kevin looked up at Michael who stared down balefully pleased at what he brought home. "Well, what are you waiting for? You know what to do." 

Kevin looked back down at his semi-hard penis and took it in his hand. It felt so weird touching somebody else's penis besides his own. Kevin didn't really know what to do since he has never seen how pleasing a man (Or woman) was done. He never had seen a porno before. Suddenly, just by guessing, Kevin began stroking it slowly and carefully as if he was not sure what Michael really wanted. 

"That's it boy," Michael said his eyes lids closing up and down as if he was feeling some spiritual release, "stroke it nice and slow." Kevin guessed that he was doing something right. So he kept stroking it. "Now spit on it." 

Kevin looked up at Michael confused as if what he just said was something alien to him. Michael looked down at Kevin as if he must have not heard him clearly. But Kevin did. He looked straight at the pulsing head of his penis. He could see the opening in his pee slit getting bigger as if it was struggling to breathe. Kevin gathered up all the saliva in his mouth and spit hard on the whole thing making Michael sigh in eroticism. 

"Oh yeah," Michael said sounding approved, "that was a good one. The best I have ever had." 

Kevin continued stroking his hard penis up and down while moistening it with his saliva. 

Suddenly, Kevin felt two strong hands on the back of his head and with great force pulled him towards the strong, pink, head of his penis. Kevin didn't need to ask what to do next. He quickly opened his mouth as wide as he could and took Michael's whole cock in. Michael showed he didn't care if it was Kevin's first time. He forced the whole thing in slowly but farther in until Kevin nearly choked feeling his member hit the back of his throat. 

Kevin started coughing violently hoping that was enough to make Michael pull out to see if he was okay. But all Michael did was ram it back in his mouth as if he wanted his penis to take full control of his body. 

"Come on now," Michael said pushing his hard cock in and out of Kevin's mouth like he was his wife, "it's always hard the first time." 

Speaking of his wife. She was probably at home with his two children, a boy and a girl, fixing dinner right about now. Michael should have been home earlier but he was already married to the prune. So she would understand that his needs were met first. Matter of fact, she wouldn't understand. He tried to make her perform the same way Kevin was performing now. The only problem was his wife was a fucking, religious, nut. Even before they had kids, his wife refused to go down on him. Because of her moral upbringing, she thought putting privates in that way was some work of the devil. Like giving head was forcing Satan out of hell to conquer the world or something. Stupid bitch. 

Of course he tried female prostitutes for a while and he had to admit it was fun. But he wanted something more. A challenge. And that is probably why he turned to men. He didn't consider himself a fag or anything. It was just that getting a naïve, young, and handsome man to lose his dignity, respect, and self-worth turned him on for some strange reason. As if damaging these uneducated fucks made him feel more than man. It made him feel like a king. Who would want to say no to that? 

Michael braced himself as he felt the fluids stirring in his testes. "Oh shit," Michael cried, "here it comes, your first time!" His balls erupted with a force that felt painful at first but calmed after the warm, white, fluids traveled through the shaft in quick seconds and shot out through the head. 

Kevin wanted to pull Michael's dick out of his mouth but he held his head there while the cum shot out into his mouth and down his throat. 

"That's it bitch," Michael said balefully, "suck the shit out of that dick. Take all that shit." 

Kevin wondered if there was a camera in that crummy room they were in. The whole thing felt like some sort of sadistic, gay, porn video they were making. 

Michael's cum tasted weird. Gooey and salty. Nothing he has ever had in his entire life. 

Finally, after the last drop was sucked out of him, Michael pulled his cock out of Kevin's mouth. Relieved that it was over (Hopefully) Kevin got down on his hands and spit out the rest of the white, saliva mixed, goo on the floor. Now that Kevin has thought about it, maybe that's where all those spots come from? 

"Well, kid I have to give it to ya," Michael finally spoke fondling with his clothes. Putting back on, Kevin hoped, "I have never gotten head like that in my whole entire life. Kid, you're going places." 

Kevin gave Michael an unsatisfied smirk. He really doubted that. 

After showing Michael what he can do in the bedroom for the first time in his life, he told Kevin to finally get dressed so he could drive him back and be home for dinner. Of course Kevin knew it was his wife and kids he was talking about. 

After Michael parked where he picked Kevin up the first time, Kevin quickly opened the door ready to get out of the jerks car. 

"Wait a minute," Michael said grabbing onto Kevin's arm with one strong hand. Kevin wondered what other sexual favors the pervert wanted. 

"Yes," 

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Kevin rolled his eyes. Please do not say this man wants another blowjob. He thought he may have to fight to get this fool off him. "Here," Michael went in his pocket and pulled out a dollar bill and handed it to Kevin, "for you, for services rendered." Kevin looked down at the green paper confused. "Well don't just gawk at it, take it." 

Kevin did what Michael edged on and took the money in his hand. Without asking any questions he jumped out of the car and stood at the corner looking at the dollar bill. 

"Fucking kids these days." Michael said and drove off into the night. 

Kevin looked down at the dollar bill. It wasn't a dollar bill at all. It was a hundred! Kevin looked at the side and with his thumb and index finger and forced the hundred dollar bill aside. Now he wasn't looking at one hundred dollar bill, but more! $100.00, $200.00, $300.00. Three hundred dollars just for a couple of hours of good head! And Michael didn't last very long either. This was enough for him to find a cheap place to stay, buy some fast food to hold him over, and to save the rest just in case he needed it. 

Michael finally found Kevin's calling as if he was the messenger from the Gods. Though Kevin didn't want to jump too far into conclusion, but he was sick and tired of living out on the streets and he needed some place to eat and stay for a while. His jaw, teeth, and mouth felt weird but he finally found some use for it. Kevin wondered what else he would get to service men (Young and old) if it meant a roof over his head and food on the table? 

And here he was sitting in the car next to his repeated customer, Allen Carter. Or Mr. Carter. At least that's what he wanted to be called. Throughout the whole ride Mr. Carter would be playing with himself with one hand while stirring the wheel with his other. He would be paying attention to the road without looking like he would feel that euphoric state most people would be in when they are thinking about whatever erotic thought while touching themselves. After months of getting to know each other better, Kevin found out that Mr. Carter was not only a pervert but was a principle at an elementary school. He is married with two children, a boy and a girl, who also attended his school. 

As they parked in the alley, Mr. Carter not once stopped playing with his pecker. And if Kevin was sure of it, his pecker didn't soften one bit. 

"Well Kevin, you know the rules while you are in my car. Shirt off please." Mr. Carter said but sounded like a playful order. 

Kevin flashed him a deep smile. Mr. Carter always love playing these type of kinky games. "Yes sir." He reached down at the bottom of his shirt and with a swift quickness took off his shirt showing Mr. Carter his plumped hard pecks. Muscularly lean triceps and biceps. And those small rectangular, squared, abs that seemed to flex on their own. 

It was like having a real live super model sitting right next to Mr. Carter in his own car. 

Without any further instructions, Kevin began unbuckling his pants. 

"Now, now, Kevin," Mr. Carter said in his old seductive voice, "take your time now. I have all day you know?" 

Kevin knew he was right. The rest of his clients would pass by his place looking for him. When they saw he wasn't there, they knew he must have been working. Poor saps were so horny and desperate they would waste their gas circling around for minutes, probably hours to see if Kevin was through with his last client. They wanted to get off so bad, they didn't even care if he took a shower or not. 

Kevin unbuttoned and slowly unzipped his pants. Mr. Carter never took his eyes away from Kevin's crotch. The anticipation on his face was like watching something amazing about to happen that was going to change his life forever. Kevin pulled down his underwear showing his shaved pubic bone like he was a new found baby. He reached in with one hand and pulled out what Mr. Carter thought he was so gifted for. 

Mr. Carter looked down at his long member. It was flaccid at first but he knew better. The young lad was just getting started. 




The Gift that Keeps on Giving



Kevin began stroking himself slowly and Mr. Carter did the same not keeping his eye off the long member. Kevin's penis began to grow hard with the head pulsing like all his blood was flowing away from his body and into his crotch. The wonders of biology. 

Mr. Carter's penis was also growing. Not as big as Kevin's but average enough that flexibility became an issue. 

Kevin's penis was now big enough that the head pointed to the ceiling. 

"There it is," Mr. Carter said with a satisfied smile, "there is my little friend. Well, not so little." 

Kevin smiled a satisfied smile that he finally was pleasing Mr. Carter the way he always did. 

"Kevin darling?" Mr. Carter spoke under his breath. 

"Yes sir?" 

"Can you do something for me?" 

"Yes sir." 

"Can you come for daddy, just this once?" 

Kevin's smile widened. Throughout the months they have drove to the same spot over and over doing the same thing they have always done. But one thing that Kevin has never done was cum. He would always allow Mr. Carter bust a nut. But this was different. Kevin masturbated before and exciting as it was, it was also very messy. 

"You sure you want me to do that," Kevin warned, "I don't want to make too much of a mess in your car." 

Mr. Carter's face lit up like Kevin surprised he was going to do a trick. birthday gift. "Oh my. Please let yourself go all you want. I'll take care of the mess." 

Kevin returned back to jerking himself off but slowly. He knew that Mr. Carter likes to be teased. Who doesn't during sex? 

After a half hour Kevin started feeling the stirring in his testes. "Mr. Carter, it's about to happen." He warned. 

"Oh please, don't hold back." Mr. Carter pleaded as he jerked faster probably hoping to keep up. 

Kevin took his time but it did nothing to stop his body's nature. All the nerves began to react as he felt his balls erupt and the semen shoot through the shaft and out of the head of his cock. Kevin moaned as the hot, warm, cum shot up in the air. 

The sight of Kevin's spunk shooting up nearly touching the ceiling was a beautiful sight to Mr. Carter. So beautiful that he too felt his own balls erupt and his semen come out of the head. But unlike Kevin who was fertile and magically gifted. Mr. Carter's sperm quickly came out and drizzled on the side of the head and on the back of the palm of his hand like flowing white lava. 

Both men lay back in their seats breathing hard as if they just jogged around the block a few times before stopping to rest. Both their minds were clear of everything that they used to worry about. The nerves in their bodies calmed. And their privates finally cooled down after their sweet release. 

"Well I have to tell you," Mr. Carter finally spoke, "you are the only person in my life that could make my morning shine." 

Kevin turned to the pervert and smiled. "Glad I can be of service." 

The sun rose in the sky and shined down on the beautiful earth waking all those who wanted to experience life. Miss. D came out of her house and walked along the main road. How she loved days like this. The suns shining in the sky brightened up the road and everything it touches. The trees swaying back and forth to the light wind. They were happy, Miss. D could tell. As she walked along the road letting the blood circulate through her veins, she stopped to see a man leaning up on an old wooden fence. A handsome man who stood half naked wearing just blue, denim, pants, light brown belt that held them up and brown alligator shoes. 

The man was beautiful enough that he could have all the women if he posed like that on the beach. But he was in the middle of nowhere posing for nobody. If a policeman happen to pass by a catch him, she would have bet her last nickel the young, handsome, man would have been taking in for indecent exposure. It didn't matter what parts were showing or not. Where she lived it was a decent place with decent people. Pretty religious too. If any of those people ever happen to catch this poor young man in this state, they definitely would have complained to someone about it. 

Miss. D walked up to the man and stopped when the man caught her coming closer his way. 

"Yes," The man spoke with a look that said he was not in the mood, "You need something?" 

Miss. D flashed her happy smile she always did when greeting a soon to be friend. "Excuse me young man. I was out and about stretching my legs and getting the circulation flowing through me on this sunny day when I saw you standing out here with hardly anything on." 

"So, you going to file a complaint with the citizen committee or something?" The man shot back. 

"Oh no, of course not. I just stop by to enjoy the view that's all." 

Much as the man enjoyed the compliment, he had to live and eat. He didn't have time to talk too little, old, ladies with toy boy fantasies. "Look lady I'm glad I impressed you but I have work to do, so if you don't mind?" 

Miss. D looked around and back at the man. "Well, I don't see your office. Where do you work?" 

The man gave her one hard look. "Lady get a clue. Look at me and look around. This is my office." 

Miss. D did like he said and looked around. A half-naked man standing on the side of the street waiting. But for what? Suddenly the idea came to mind. "You're a gigolo?" 

The man rolled his eyes. "I prefer male service provider." 

"Service provider, gigolo, and male whore, what's the difference?" Miss. D pointed out. 

The man rolled his eyes again. "Look is there something you need lady? I really need to back to work." 

Miss. D flashed a look at the man as if she was still confused. "Why can't you get something simpler? Like being a waiter, working a 9 to 5 job, or how about Wal-Mart? Everybody works at Wal-Mart. You can work inside, when your time is up you can go home, and get a decent paycheck when the time comes. Instead of standing out here all day in the hot sun waiting for some woman to come by so you can satisfy them. Or is that it, you doing this for the women?" 

"Yeah that's it," The man said turning his attention to the streets, "I do it for all those poor, unsatisfied women out there. Plus they pay more." 

Miss. D has come across a lot of people at their jobs. Wal-Mart, ACE, waiters in Café's, etc. They all greeted her with welcome and kindness. If not because they love their jobs or that was what is expected of them in order to get a decent pay. But this man was giving her attitude she has never experienced before. He really did not like his job. 

"Young man, have you eaten breakfast yet?" Miss. D asked. 

"Nope, but I won't ever eat if they catch us standing here together." The man retorted. 

"Why don't you come home with me and I'll fix you up something nice." 

The man turned to her questionably. He really needed the money right now, but his stomach was grumbling. If he was going to work, he could not perform on an empty stomach. He was getting tired of that. He needed the energy. "What do you want in return?" 

"Oh nothing just your company," Miss. D responded. 

"I appreciate the sentiment lady, but company don't come cheap." 

Miss. D flashed a smile that looked weird to the man. "I have money if that's the issue." 

Now she was speaking the man's language. "How long do you want me to stay?" 

"All night if you prefer?" Miss. D answered with a smirk. 

The man looked at her and back on the street. "You sure about that lady. I'm not cheap." 

Miss. D chuckled. "Young man, who is these days?" 

The man chuckled along with Miss. D. "You are one strange lady you know that?" 

Miss. D gave the man a big smile. "Young man if I wasn't strange my life wouldn't be interesting. Now come on before one of your tricks get to you before I do." 

The man lazily got off the fence and followed the strange woman. There was always a saying that men were stronger than women. But there are times when women did not need physical strength to out beat a man. A little trickle of poison in his drink or food is all that is needed to take care of a nobody like him. And when he meant nobody, he means once he is gone nobody would even care to look for him. If that was the case he wouldn't have to be working like this in the first place. 

"By the way," Miss. D spoke on their way to her house, "My name is Deona D. My friends call me Miss. D. And you are young man?" 

"Kevin," Kevin said with a smile, "Kevin Adams." 

"Kevin Adams?" Miss. D repeated. "What an Americanized name. Very strong I might add." 

"Well thank you Miss. D." Kevin said as he allowed the old woman to wrap her arm around his as if he was the one leading her way home. 

Kevin took a good look around Miss. D's house. It was a small, blue painted, woodened house. There were two windows and a brown wooden door in the middle. Something that was suitable for an old lady like Miss. D. Around the house were beautiful decorations of flowers of all kinds. Roses of all colors, yellow tulips, and so on. It was like something that would have been blooming in the spring time. It didn't matter how old the house was. Miss. D's flowers brought out the youth of the place. 

"As you can tell, I love flowers," Miss. D said, "I guess creating new life into the world is somewhat a hobby of mine." 

"I see," Kevin said amazed at how talented the woman was. 

As they made it to the door, Miss. D unlocked the door with her keys and opened it letting Kevin follow behind. The inside of the house had that old couple smell but soon as he entered, his skin that was sweating from the afternoon sun was now feeling the cool breeze of the air conditioner. Usually when he was with a client, he would sit on the passenger side and the two would do whatever that caused sweat and heat. And since the sun is blaring hard, there was more sweat and heat. He was surprised that he didn't catch heat stroke after all these ours of working. 

Kevin looked around as he followed Miss. D in. He passed by a doorway with an open space that had a wooden piano on the far wall. On the other side was a long, blue, couch that matched the carpet. Kevin looked on the other side and saw a black, medium size, television on a small wooden dresser. Kevin followed Miss. D into another room where there was a tall, white, refrigerator, next to it was the silver sink, wooden cabinets. In the middle was a small wooden table with two chairs. Kevin figured the poor woman must not get that much company over. 

"Please sit down," Miss. D. Kevin did like she asked and sat at the opposite side of the table facing the entrance. "You said you were hungry correct?" 

"Yes ma'am," Kevin answered. 

"Oh please, call me Miss. D. Ma'am makes me feel old." 

"Okay Miss. D." 

"Will eggs, smoke sausage, and bacon due?" 

"Yes Miss. D." Kevin answered. Just the sound of the words made Kevin's stomach ache in hunger. 

After Miss. D fixed the food, she placed the plate in front of Kevin. The strong scent of food filled his nostrils making him pick up his fork and knife and dig in without praying. Kevin looked up at Miss. D sitting across from him resting her head on her right hand. "You are not eating?" 

"Oh I had something earlier," Miss. D answered. 

Kevin shrugged and dug in. 

Miss. D watched as Kevin chowed down on his food. "My, you must have been out there without food for a long time?" 

Kevin chuckled. "I was going to eat eventually." 

After Kevin was done with his meal, Miss. D took his plate and glass and put it in the sink. "Well, now that is taken care of, I bet you need a nice shower?" 

The idea of cleaning the outside off his body sounded like a wonderful idea to him. "I would very much like that." 

Miss. D smiled. She went further into down the hall and opened a door taking out a few towels. She then went into the bathroom and placed them on the toilet. She came back to the kitchen and placed a soft, light, hand on Kevin's shoulder. "Everything you need is in the bathroom dear. Take your time." 

The feel of Miss. D's hand on his shoulder felt so soft, warm, and somewhat natural. It brought in a strange feeling he never felt before. A slight rise in his pants. But Kevin nudged it off as if it was just a weird reaction to her touch. 

Kevin got up from the kitchen table and headed straight to the bathroom where he saw two pink towels of different shape and size on the clean toilet seat. Closing the door behind him, Kevin turned on the shower and waited until it was warm to jump in. He took a shower earlier before he came out but feeling the strong, spray, hit his skin again was always relieving. Washing away the dirt of the outside world was always relaxing. 

After he was done, Kevin pulled back the curtains and stepped out using the long, pink, and towel to wipe away the wetness all over his body. He looked into the mirror at himself and deep in his mind he wondered what the hell he was doing? Usually he would end up in a man's car, apartment, or house. But instead he was in a woman's home. An old one at that. Life really was not kind to him. 

Kevin looked around and saw his underwear and pants on the floor. Should he put on the same clothes he warn this morning? Kevin opened the door just a crack. "Um, Miss. D. I don't have any other clothes except for the ones I had on earlier!" 

"That's alright sweetie," Miss. D yelled back, "you can just come as you are, the wind is not going to hurt ya!" 

Did Kevin just hear what he thought he just heard? Miss. D did know he had no other clothing. So what was she expecting for him to come out in? 

Kevin sighed and shook his head in disbelief. He looked around and picked up the pink towel he dried himself off with and wrapped around his waist as tight as he could only leaving his upper body exposed. Kevin was not the one to shy away from half nudity. He has revealed his body parts to old, perverted, men all the time and now for the first time he probably was going to expose them again to this crazy, old, hag. No surprise, no fear. 

Kevin opened the door wide and walked out barefooted heading into the kitchen. But he saw that Miss. D was not there. 

"I'm in here hun." Miss. D called. 

Kevin walked into the other room where he caught Miss. D sitting on the old, blue, couch. But was surprised to see her in a different light. The once kind looking, long, old dress, floppy hat wearing, woman was now sitting on her couch wearing a long, purple, silky robe. She was not wearing her big hat that covered her hair and Kevin got a good few of her long, frizzy, blonde hair. When he first saw her, Kevin never really got a good look at her eyes because of the hat she was wearing. But now that the hat was off Kevin got a clear view. They were crystal colored blue. They looked so bright from where he was standing if it was night, Kevin could see them glow in the dark. He had to admit, her eyes were very beautiful. 

"Well, well, well," Miss. D said flashing her pure, white, teeth, "I saw your body when it was sweating outside in the sun. But you look even better coming out of the shower. You are shining young man." 

Kevin looked down at his half naked body and back at her. He didn't feel the same way since he woke up with this body every morning, but took her word for it. "Thanks." 

Miss. D leaned over and patted her hand on the couch beside her. "Come, come. I know you just had a refreshing moment, but once you sit down next to me, you would feel much different." 

Kevin did like she asked and sat next to Miss. D. The old hag was right. He did feel more relaxed when he sat down. As if he has been working all day and finally took a break. 

"How do you feel?" Miss. D asked. 

"Relaxed," Kevin responded. 

Miss. D's smile widened. "That's wonderful dear." Miss. D scooted closer to Kevin and placed her soft, warm, hand on his moist and naked thigh. 

The feel of her soft, warm, hand on his moist skin sent a strange feeling in his system. Men have touched him plenty of times but usually he has to work up the feeling of arousal. Mostly by touching himself. It entices the client and himself. He thought something was wrong with him, but didn't really pay it no mind since he was living such a shitty life. It's not like he had medical insurance or anything. But when Miss. D finally touched him, something in him changed. He didn't know if it was warm or tickled feeling causing all his nerves to react. But what worried him the most was his penis. It twitched in a way that he never experienced with a woman. Matter of fact, he never have been with a woman ever since he quit school and got the hell out of his parents house. Kevin looked down at Miss. D's chest seeing her open cleavage. The upper cheeks of her white breasts looked pretty youthful for her age. That caused another light rise between Kevin's thighs. His heart was racing, he started to feel heat building up in his mind and body. His sexual organ was about to respond. This was not normal or at least not the way he saw it. 

"Is there something wrong dear?" Miss. D asked still staring at Kevin but with a weird smile that looked mischievous. 

Kevin swallowed hard. "No, I'm alright." 

"Are you sure dear? You look like you are nervous or something. With your line of profession, this should be nothing new to you." 

Kevin knew she was right. He has been servicing men ever since he got the hell out of his parent's house. So why did being close to this woman seem so...new? 

Miss. D's hand was slowly making its way up under the pink towel Kevin wore so tightly. "You don't mind do you?" 

"What?" 

"You know. I want to see what the people find so fascinating about you." 

"It's not that I assure you." Kevin said feeling his penis grow. He didn't know why he was fighting it. Maybe because he didn't understand what was happening to him? 

"Oh I really doubt that," Miss. D said, "question. I know I said you have been servicing women, but that was my assumption. Who do you really please?" 

Kevin turned to Miss. D stumped. If he really told her the truth she may retract her advances. He shouldn't have a problem with that. But for some strange reason he didn't want these feelings to stop because it was not something he was use too. Kevin swallowed hard to think of an answer. 

"You don't have to think too hard," Miss. D said still smiling that mischievous smile, "do you service men? Are you gay? It's alright you can tell me." 

"If I tell you that, you probably stop your advances right now." Kevin shot back. 

"Oh, so does that mean you don't want me to stop?" Miss. D pointed out. 

Kevin looked down at her hand moving further up under the pink towel. These feelings were alien to him but for some reason he needed to know more. 

"What if I make a deal for the both of us?" Miss. D asked. 

"What kind of deal?" Kevin asked curiously. 

"If you want me to stop right now, I will. But that does not mean you have to leave. You can stay here all night until tomorrow morning and I will pay you for the rest of the night." Kevin nodded. Sounded like a plan. But he knew that Miss. D was not finished. "Or I can continue moving this hand up further to see what all the boys and girls are gawking about. But once I touch it, you are going to have to receive your reward in a different way." 

Kevin gave her a questionable look. "What do you mean?" 

Miss. D's smile widened. "Once my hand touches your cock, all bets are off. You are going to have to please me the way I want to be pleased. And you have to do a really damn good job. Once you get me off and I mean really get me off, something in this house will happen. Something no other human being can comprehend." Kevin gave her a look wondering what in the world she could make happen that no other man or woman can. "Once this change begins is when you will be really tested. Which means you are going to have to work hard. It may seem pleasurable but it can also be strenuous. A young, strong, man like you it shouldn't be a problem." Now this old hag was really freaking him out. "Here is your biggest challenge. You will come but only after me. And I must climax twice before you release yourself. If you accept my challenge and succeed, you will experience a new richness even more than one of your clients would give you. Even more than money itself." 




The Gift that Keeps on Giving



Now Kevin was really getting freaked out. What could this old bitch give him that no other male client off the street could give? "So you are saying if I fuck up I won't get paid?" 

"Oh you will get paid alright," Miss. D explained, "but if you do fuck up it will only be with what you make on the street. I'm talking about rewarding you with something more. More than what those perverts give you. Something I believe you would really appreciate. But you must accept and succeed with my terms or it will never happen. Do you understand?" 

Kevin wondered if he accepted her challenge could he hold on for that long to make this old bitch get off probably for the first time in years. With men he could last all night. But for some reason with Miss. D he was experiencing feelings he never felt before. It made him want to explore. It made him want to cum and bad. This could be a whole new ball game. He might as well just fuck the crazy bitch, get his money, and bail. But he was curious on what else she had to offer more than money. 

Kevin took a deep breath. "Okay, I'll accept your challenge. Whatever the hell that may be." 

Miss. D still held that creepy smile and moved her hand further up under the pink towel and stopped at the top of his thigh. "Why don't you be a dear and take off my pink towel. Let me see what your mother gifted you with so dearly." 

Kevin sighed lightly and with one hand untied and removed the pink towel and spreads open his thighs so Miss. D could get a clear view. 

A deep smile spread across Miss. D's face. "Oh my, I see why all the boys and girls love you so much." Without asking Miss. D reached down with her other hand and gripped Kevin's half hard member starting with the shaft. The feeling Kevin had before was stronger this time. His mind and body was beginning to develop heat. The same heat was traveling down between his thighs and strengthening his member Miss. D was holding. "Are you ready Kevin?" 

Kevin didn't say a word. He just looked down at his penis getting harder by the touch. He wanted to come so bad. He never felt this way with a man. So why was it so different with her? All Kevin knew was that without his consent, he just accepted a challenge of a lifetime. If he wanted to see what was on the end of the rainbow, he had to last as long as this weird hag would want him. The only thing he hoped was that the old bitch was not lying to get off after so many years. 

Miss. D raised Kevin's penis up in the air with her hand stroking slowly. As she stroked she could feel that he was getting hard. "Oh my," She said smiling delightedly, "you are getting to impress me every second." 

Kevin wanted to say thank you but he knew he had to concentrate. He closed his eyes and tried to think of something non-sexual. Either that or something totally gross out of his mind. 

Miss. D squeezed as hard as she could stroking Kevin's prick until its growth was fighting back. This pleased Miss. D very much. So much that her mouth became watery and out of the blue, she bowed her head covering Kevin's member from eyesight. Kevin closed his eyes and tilted his head up to the ceiling as he felt heat covering his member followed by a nice, warm, and moist touch surrounding his already hard cock. Then two, soft, lips tightening around the whole shaft. The lips tightening the shaft slid all the way down to his ball sac and coming all the way up where he felt her tongue licking around the head of his cock. 

Kevin has had his dick sucked by many guys before and usually would take minutes if not hours for him to get it up. But Miss. D was a different story. One touch of her saliva on his penis and his cock shot up like a shock to the system. It surprised him. It surprised him even more when he felt her small fingers grip his scrotum massaging them and the testes inside. Kevin was breathing hard. Harder than any jon or trick he has ever been with. Kevin tried to control himself. He had to if he wanted to know what was on the end of the rainbow. Miss. D going up and down on his cock rapidly was not helping matters either. But he had to stay strong. He heard that for most male escorts for them to keep a hard on without cumming, they think of something unattractive. Kevin tried to think of everything. Being at the beach, unattractive women, even his bastard of a father. But his cock was getting harder and he could feel his balls ready to react. He couldn't cum. He can't. He was a professional. He had to think of something before he exploded. And then it came to him. He started thinking of Mr. Carter. The elementary school principle who visits him during the week while his naïve family sit at home thinking he is working extra hours. Instead those extra hours were on him. How he had to force himself to perform countless of times for the old pervert to get off. Then he remembered the other jons who visited him countless of times. The ones who made him do things to himself and to them just to get their rocks off. Kevin felt disgusted. Worse he felt used. It would take him hours to cum himself and sometimes he didn't cum at all. It shows to know that maybe he was not interested in job. Maybe he wasn't interested in men at all! 

Miss. D finally released his penis from her mouth taking a deep breath and wiping away the loose saliva from her lips. "Well, well," She said closing in Kevin's face to give him a nice big kiss on his cheek, "no wonder your so called clients like you so much. I've never met a man who can last as long as you do." 

Kevin smiled taking that as a compliment but also relieved that Miss. D was giving him some rest before the real party started. 

Miss. D got up off her couch and stood before the sitting Kevin. With both her hands she untied her robe letting it fall open. Kevin saw the middle of her body. The side cheeks of her breasts, the wide but thin abdomen, and her black hairless vagina. Kevin was relaxed when Miss. D let go of his penis with her mouth but after she undid her robe, the blood slowly flowed back into this member. He wanted to jump up and slowly take off Miss. D's robe for her just to see her naked for the first time. 

With both hands Miss. D pulled off her robe and let it drop to the floor. Kevin's eyes widened as he slowly took a really good look at the woman he was about to screw. She may have been 65 years old but her body told him a different story. She didn't have the body of a super model but Miss. D didn't look bad either. She was a little cheeky on the sides but her stomach was not big. Her breasts were a little low but unlike most old women the nipples did not face the floor. Instead they were well centered and pointed straight ahead with big round areolas. Kevin figured Miss D used to have implants back in the day when she was younger and they never let her done yet. Kevin wanted to jump up and grab hold of those melons. To see how they feel and taste. He has been servicing men for so long that he never really seen a woman's body parts before. 

"You like?" Miss D said with a delighted smile like she already knew the answer. 

It took Kevin a while to answer the question but he finally opened his mouth. "You are beautiful." 

Miss. D reached out her hand for Kevin's. Kevin proudly took her hand into his. Without her help he lifted himself up off her couch. Still holding her hand Miss. D led him out of the room, pass the kitchen, and down the hall. As Kevin followed he couldn't help but stare down at her big, plumped, and strangely youthful ass. The voluptuous ass cheeks slowly moved from side to side in a fashion as if this was not her first time performing for her guest. Kevin felt like he was the client not the other way around. 

Miss. D led Kevin into a room that looked plain except for a red, Indian made carpet on the floor and a bed on the left of them. The bed was big with nice blue covers. It looked very comfortable. Those social security checks really do come in handy. 

Miss. D got on her bed first crawling to the middle and laying on her side as if posing for Kevin. "You ready for your next test?" Kevin walked up close not touching himself like he usually does but still feeling horny all the same. Miss. D turned on her back and opened her legs. With one hand her fingers disappeared between her thighs and began moving up and down. Kevin knew masturbation when he saw it. He just never seen a woman do it in front of him before. 

"Come here darling." Miss D ordered still fondling with her crotch. Kevin did like he was told moving slowly in front of the bed and staring down between Miss D's thighs. Kevin had an open view of his client opening herself to him while rubbing the tip of her clitoris. It was nothing like a man stroking his cock right in front of him. This woman was opening her insides and playing with it. Something so alien and biological deformed should have made Kevin a little queasy in the stomach. But it had the opposite effect. Instead his mouth felt dry, his body was developing more heat, and that warm blood was flowing back down between his legs where it began to rise slowly. "Come closer." Miss D ordered. 

Kevin moved closer understanding where all this was going. He got on the bed with his knees between Miss. D's legs. At first Kevin thought she wanted him to finally fuck her for the first time, but Miss. D had other plans. 

"Have you ever tasted pussy before Kevin?" Miss. D asked her face looking like it was in euphoric state. She was pleasing her own body and it was causing her to almost lose her concentration. Kevin slowly shook his head not caring if she figured out who he was servicing or not. "Never?" 

"No," Kevin answered. 

"Well, you poor thing. Don't you think it's time to try something new?" 

Kevin didn't need any more orders after she asked that question. He was already curious of what it felt and taste like to please a woman down there without his penis. He moved in closer bowing his head between Miss. D's thick and shaven thighs. With his mouth he covered Miss D's pussy with both his lips. 

Miss. D was satisfied but not yet impressed. "Very good Kevin but a little bit higher." 

Kevin did what he was told and moved his lips higher until he came across something very small but hard. This made Miss. D jump and gasp at the same time. 

This must be the spot? Kevin thought as he continued sucking on the small but hard stub that made Miss. D gyrate her hips as if trying to get herself in the right position for Kevin to please her. 

Like out of a chain reaction, Kevin took one finger and risked the chance to enter her between her wet pussy lips. The feel of her insides was foreign. The inner walls were really wet but every time he stuck his fingers in and out of her, Miss. D cried out in ecstasy. The moans and groans of passion meant Kevin was doing something right and Miss. D was actually enjoying herself. 

"Remember Kevin," Miss. D spoke under her breath, "If you make me cum, you will see something more rewarding than what you get out there in the streets." 

Kevin didn't answer but he heard loud and clear. He didn't have to put his penis into her to get her off which was good since he lacked confidence in that department. So he continued going at Miss. D's pussy with her lips, tongue, and fingers trying to make her cum and thinking about what the surprise would be. 

"Wait," Miss. D halted. Kevin heard what she said and stop pursuing his quest to make her climax. 

He lifted his head up to face her. "Is there something wrong?" 

"No dear," Miss. D said, "but I realized something." 

"What?" 

"Making me cum is not an easy task. You are doing well but I don't want you to stop for anything. And I do want you to succeed in your quest." Miss. D scooted up a little bit. "Come, come. Lay flat on your back." 

Kevin did what he was told and moved up closer in the middle of the bed and laid on his back. "What are you doing?" 

Miss. D got on top of his face with both her thighs on either side of his head. Kevin could smell the salty, wet, taste of her vagina above his face. "Making sure you don't fail in your quest." With that Miss. D came down onto Kevin's face smothering him with her wet pussy. 

After first it took Kevin a little time to get settled but he stuck his tongue out as if it was hand reaching for something under the furniture. Miss. D tilted her head back gasping in pleasure as she felt Kevin's lips, tongue, and mouth doing what it was doing before. She closed her eyes and licked her lips looking down at Kevin's head. The only thing visible was his dirty, brown, hair. 

"That's it Kevin," Miss. D spoke softly and erotically, "eat that nice, sweet, pussy." 

Hearing Miss. D cheer Kevin on nastily made him grip his penis in the palm of his hand and slowly stroke it. It was almost to the point he really didn't care if he came or not. 

"Oh,oh," Miss. D said with a smile, "you feel that baby. I'm about to cum." 

Finally! Kevin thought as he continued his assault on Miss. D's pussy. 

He first felt a shake on her thighs on both sides of his head. He was doing it. He was finally doing it. What he didn't know that once he made Miss. D cum, he was going to get a big shock. A shock that he never would believe. Hell, nobody in this world would ever believe. 

Miss. D felt all her nerves began to react. Painfully and erotically. Her head shot up at the ceiling but she could not see anything except different hazy colors. Like a mixture of rainbows instead of all in a straight line, they are mixed together in a psychedelic beauty Miss. D saw once before. She opened her eyes and they were pitch black. No colored iris, no whitening outside the eyes, just total blackness. Her body was shivering and changing on the inside as well as out. Her skin began to tighten. Her flabby sides shrinking in until it is close to her inner skin. The wrinkles began to change. They were soft like any woman's touch, but this time they tightened up and became a different kind of softness. A youth that was finally changing her. Her hair changed. What was a beautiful, frizzled, blonde was now shifting into white color as light as snow. But at the end of the snow white hair were pitch black tips as dark as her eyes. The last but not least were the transformation inside her back. Kevin kept eating her out oblivious of the shape shifting that was taking place. Miss. D bent over feeling the sharp pain in her back. Like something out of a horror movie, something was forcing its way out of the back of her skin like Kevin's lolloping tongue finally awoke the body part within. Finally, Miss. D heard and felt the painful tear of the skin of her back as new organs began to surface. At first, moist and wet from the blood and fluids inside her body, but quickly dried after its release. It was painful since it has been years since the new mythical being was freed into this world. But knew it had to become used to the pain but rising back up and tilting her head back with her dark eyes closed and forcing her wings outward as far as she could. Deona D. was no more. Her transformation was finally complete as she came onto Kevin's face before she got off him to show him the truth. 

Finally, Miss. D came but it was something Kevin did not anticipated. He felt something liquidity but really thick spilling on his tongue and his lips as he heard the gasping, moaning, and groaning of Miss. D above him. Actually, it pretty much sounded like she was in real agony. But of course that comes with the territory when feeling strong release. 

Miss. D finally freed Kevin from her thick, soft, and silky skin thighs letting him finally breathe in air from the house. It still had that musty grandma smell but it was fresh air all the same. 

"So, did I win," Kevin asked wiping some of Miss. D's cum from his lips and chin and breathing in the air. 

"NOT QUITE." 

Kevin jumped back and stared at the strong voice in front of him. Then he scooted back some more until his back hit the head board. "What the fuck?!" 

What he saw was something only a man tripping on acid could see. Either that or he was losing his mind. The old lady he was eating out earlier was not an old lady anymore. Matter of fact, he thought that while he was munching on Miss. D, she disappeared and this woman took her place. An awesome magic trick, but still unbelievable from what he was seeing. 

The woman got off the bed and stood before Kevin. She was taller than Miss. D and way younger. Kevin would have thought that Miss. D failed to mention she had a hot daughter hidden somewhere in her house. But there were many things wrong with this picture. The woman had long but short white hair with black tips at the end down to her shoulders. Her skin was not the flabby old looking skin Miss. D had. Her skin was straight, tight as well as soft. Her breasts were not hanging with the pointed nipples at him. Instead they seem to have perked up in the center of her chest with the same big areola and nipples pointed at him. It looked nothing more than a beautiful young woman taking the old hags place. Except there were a few differences. There was a weird dark blue tattoos swirling around her body in a style that lined along her nice, thick, hips and up around her voluptuous breasts and finally on the sides of her soft, wrinkle free, cheeks. 

She opened her eyes and Kevin jumped back to see that she had none. They weren't empty eye sockets but they were eyes that were completely black. Soulless in a religious point. Almost made Kevin piss his pants. But it was what was behind the woman that shocked him the most. The mystery woman stood upright and proud and behind her were two beautiful, white colored, with black tips on the end, wings that motioned upwards from her back. They were so big that Kevin thought they were going to hit the ceiling. 

"Who...wha...what the fuck are you?" Kevin asked confused as well as in fear. 

The weird angel put her finger up to her lips shooshing Kevin lightly. "LANGUAGE." Her voice was deep. A combination between a feminine voice and something heavy. 

"What do you want?" Kevin continued asking. 

"WHAT ELSE MR. ADAMS? TO CONTINUE ON WITH YOUR QUEST." She answered. 

"Who are you? What are you?" 

"MY NAME IS DEVIONA. I AM HERE TO PLEASURE AND GIVE YOU THE LIFE THAT YOU HAVE BEEN SO DESTINED FOR. BUT THERE IS NO TIME TO WASTE. YOU HAVE COMPLETED TWO OF YOUR TASKS. YOU HAVE ONLY ONE MORE TO CONQUER." 

"What's that?" Kevin asked trying to focus on her face, but could not get past those beautiful wings. 

Deviona leaned forward staring hard at Kevin with those pitch black eyes and said: "ME." 

Kevin didn't know if he could continue. After what he just saw, he was probably too shock to perform. 

Deviona retracted her wings until they were folded behind her back. She got back on the bed crawling up towards Kevin. "DON'T BE FRIGHTENED YOUNG KEVIN. I WILL HELP YOU RETURN BACK TO YOUR ORIGINAL STATE SO YOU CAN CONTINUE YOUR QUEST." 

Deviona crawled and stopped between Kevin's legs. Kevin didn't know if he wanted to continue their sexual escapades, but hoping that those religious types were right about these creatures, he slowly allowed her to open his legs giving her access to his flaccid member. 

Deviona took Kevin's penis in the palm of her hand. It was the same touch as with Miss. D's. Soft, massaging, pure. She slowly stroked him nicely taking her time like in the beginning. Deviona bowed her head hiding away Kevin's penis with her snow white head. Knowing what she was going to do next, Kevin just leaned his head back and prayed. Even though an angel was there and at his mercy, he still couldn't trust what he was seeing. 

Kevin gasped as he felt the moist, warm, mouth take the head of his penis and trap it between her soft, red, lips. He felt her tongue lick around the head repeatedly strengthening the gland with each circling lick. At the same time he felt fingers grip his scrotum squeezing lightly but massaging his testes at the same time. 




The Gift that Keeps on Giving



With Deviona's mouth and tongue sucking and licking away at his head, the palm of her hand gripping and stroking the long shaft, and her fingers massaging his balls, Kevin was returning back to the same place they started when they were on the couch. Or when Miss. D and he were on the couch. 

Much as Kevin wanted to cum in her mouth, he almost forgot that there was still a bet between them. He performed well so far and got Miss. D off even though his tongue paid for it. But because of his tongue, Miss. D took a whole new form. Like a game he was playing. Level 1 was at the couch, level 2 was Miss. D, and now hopefully his last was getting off an angel. It was a good thing it was just him in the room. If he told this tale to anyone else, they probably thought he was some crazy man whore, no matter how religious some people maybe. 

Kevin thought of the same things he did when he was at the couch. But this time he skipped through the wondering thoughts of nature. Instead concentrated on the men he pleased throughout the years. Suddenly he did not feel the heat like he did earlier. Deviona kept sucking but he imagined the old pervert Mr. Carter sucking his dick. He realized now that men did not satisfy him like he thought. It was disappointing but somewhat relieving at the same time. 

Finally, Deviona released his cock from her mouth. She faced Kevin with those pitch black eyes and wiped the saliva from her red lips. "VERY EFFECTIVE MR. ADAMS," She said but Kevin had no clue on what she was talking about, "AFTER ALL THE MEN YOU HAVE SERVED YOU FINALLY REALIZED YOUR TRUE DESTINY WHEN IT COMES TO THE ULTIMATE SEX." 

Still confused, Kevin had to ask. "What are you talking about?" 

"THE MEN IN YOUR LIFE. BECAUSE YOU HAVE NOT EXPERIENCED LIFE FULLY YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE ONE WAY, UNTIL YOU MET ME. AND NOW YOU REALIZE THAT ALL THOSE MEN YOU WERE SERVICING WERE NOT WHAT YOU EXPECTED," Deviona put her finger to the right side of her temple and winked at Kevin, "TRUST ME, I KNOW." 

Of course it was obvious. She was an angel. And if religious folklore told him right, angels can do anything. Even make things happen. One of them is telepathy. Deviona must have been reading his mind the whole time she was giving him head. 

Deviona rose up and moved closer to Kevin until she was right on top of his privates. Kevin breathed and then out as he felt his half hard prick getting harder as Deviona gripped the long, thick, shaft in the palm of her white, blue tattooed, hand and stroked him up and down. 

"ARE YOU READY FOR YOUR ULTIMATE CHALLENGE MR. ADAMS?" Deviona asked with a smile. The smile wasn't the same as Miss. D's. Her smile was a sense of trickery. But Deviona's was more like she couldn't wait to feel Kevin inside her. The thought was honored. 

Deviona held Kevin's member in position while still facing him. Scary as Deviona's eyes were, Kevin never took his away from her as he felt the beautiful, punk rock, angel come down on his hard penis head first. As Deviona's wet vagina took the head in first, she settled there watching Kevin moan in pleasure. 

The sensation was nothing Kevin has ever experienced in his entire life. He fucked a man in the ass once. It was difficult at first, but after hours of concentrating he finally came. But this was different. Even though Deviona's pussy was warm, wet, and inviting making his prick stand on end. 

Finally, Deviona sunk down lower letting her beautiful, wet, pussy swallow Kevin's prick whole. 

The feeling was nothing he has ever experienced in his life. It was better than screwing a man in his ass. 

Kevin laid back on the pillows and allowed Deviona to take control lifting herself up so Kevin's cock was halfway out, but fell back down taking his whole member again. She repeated this over and over going up and down Kevin's member resting her hands on his broad shoulders and digging her fingers into his skin so hard Kevin clinched his teeth. But the way his cock was rubbing up against the angel's coochie walls was so euphoric that he really had to think of the dudes he screwed around with just to prevent himself from climaxing. 

Something went wrong. He tried to think of his old jons he fooled around with starting with Mr. Carter. He was in his old car stroking himself just for show. He pitched his nipple as hard as he can worrying about the pain he inflicted on himself as long as his client can quickly get off. 

"Oh that's so sexy lover boy." Kevin jumped back and stopped stroking his penis. 

The voice he heard did not sound like Mr. Carter at all. It was soft and feminine. Like a woman. He turned to see if he was really hearing things and jumped further back against the window. The same woman with snow white hair with black tips on the end and pitch black eyes smiled at him with her cherry red lips. She wasn't naked but instead of wearing Mr. Carter's business clothes, she was wearing an open black biker vest Kevin could see the cheeky side of her big, voluptuous, breasts. The vest was hiding her nipples. Kevin looked down at her denim pants to see they were unbuttoned and unzipped with her white, silky, hand under her white panties. She was moving her fingers around in slow motion as if taken her time. It was Deviona! 

"Don't stop," She said without the heavily feminine voice, "we are just getting started." 

Kevin snapped out of it and looked up at his pursuer. Deviona gave him a strong smile, but this time it was like her old form, Miss. D. It was mischievous and cunning. 

Kevin didn't want to jump to conclusions. Not yet anyway. He closed his eyes and thought about Michael when he first got turned out. He came out of the shower half naked and stood in front of the intimidating man. He tells him to get rid of the towel and he does. Then tells Kevin to come closer and on his knees. Like memory has it, Kevin started playing with his cock with his hands and putting it to his mouth to suck on it like Michael ordered. He was doing what he was told but for some reason it was not getting anywhere in the horny department. 

Something was wrong. Kevin continued sucking on Michael's cock but for some reason it felt like it was getting shorter. Was he losing interest? Kevin continued trying hard to please the man but then things started to get weird. Kevin's whole entire lips was sucking on his penis that felt like a small, hard, fleshy, pebble. Kevin thought he needed to go to the extreme with this one, so with one hand reached up and between Michael's thick thighs and tried to fondle his balls. Instead one of his fingers went further up feeling something wet and fleshy. Like entering into a hole. Suddenly he felt a hand, but it was not as strong and ruff like Michael's hands. Instead they were soft and relaxing like a woman's. 

"That's it boy toy," the feminine voice Kevin recognized so well spoke, "eat that pussy." 

Kevin released his head away from her crotch and looked up to see it was Deviona again looking down at him with that mischievous smile as before. 

Kevin snapped out of it looking up at the same woman or angel with the same smile in his dreams. "What is happening?" 

"TRYING TO THINK ABOUT THOUGHS MEN KEVIN?" Deviona spoke with that same creepy smile. "YOU AND I KNOW THOUGHS MEN DO NOT SATISFY YOU ANYMORE. SO I FIXED IT." 

"But...but...," Kevin tried to speak. 

"I KNOW. BUT THOSE DAYS ARE OVER WITH. AND IF YOU ARE GOING TO CONTINUE PURSUING THIS PUSSY, I WOULD APPRECIATE IF YOU KEEP YOUR MIND ON THE PRIZE. SEE KEVIN, THIS IS PART OF THE TEST. NO MATTER IF YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES ARE NOT, YOU WILL SEE ME AND ONLY ME. THERE IS NO ESCAPE FROM THE MATTER." Kevin rolled his eyes. Not because the whole thing sounded crazy, which it did. But because he felt like fighting the mythical creature was pointless. 

Kevin had no choice. He wasn't sure if he was correct, but he had to face his fears dead on. But would his body take it? 

"YOU WANT TO FEEL SOMETHING COOL KEVIN?" Deviona asked with strong smile. 

Kevin didn't want to answer. Not because he didn't want to, but if she was going to do a trick that was going to make him explode, then he was not interested. Maybe next time. 

Deviona rose up high giving Kevin a clear, good, view of her voluptuous, blue tattooed, breasts. Kevin couldn't help it. If this was going to be the last day he would ever spend with an angel than he might as well make it count. With both hands he reached up and gripped Deviona's two, soft, tattooed, melons and squeezed them hard as he could making the angel tilt her head back and gasp. Kevin smiled as he continued massaging her breasts hoping he was causing every nerve in them to react. 

But Deviona did something way better. She stopped moving up and down allowing Kevin's stiff rod to remain inside her. Then Kevin felt the shaft of his penis being massaged by Deviona's inner pussy walls. Something Kevin never knew any woman could do. Kevin held onto Deviona's breasts squeezing and massaging them as hard as he could while she fondled his prick with her wet pussy. It was like they were battling it out on who would get off first rather just enjoying themselves. Or at least the angel's was. It was her game after all. 

Kevin tried to fight the feeling but finally came up to his conclusion that when it came to fucking a Goddess, it didn't matter how experienced you were when it came to challenging a supernatural being, there was no hope. 

Fuck it! Kevin thought and forcefully rose up to meet Deviona's face. She could stare into his eyes with those dark orbits, but Kevin was no longer afraid. 

He accepted his fate and it told him that if he was going to lose this battle he might as well enjoy himself along the way. He really wanted to see her wings. Those beautiful white with the black tips that shot out into the air before. 

Kevin wrapped her arms around her back moving her closer as he tried to push his way upward into her wet pussy as hard as he can making the angel gasp in pleasure. They repeated battling each other with their organs until Kevin felt the stirring in his balls. He really wanted to hold on a few minutes longer making sure she would go first. But realized that was impossible. He may not win the prize but he was going to have one of the most amazing fucks of a lifetime. 

Kevin's heart was beating rapidly. His balls were about to rupture any minute. He wrapped his arms tighter around Deviona's back pulling her close until their chest was meshed together in a loving embrace Kevin so desperately wanted for a long time. 

Suddenly Deviona's head tilted back and gasped as she began to shake. And then the unbelievable happened. Deviona shot out her wings that surprised Kevin and to this surprise he came like he never came before. He has done this with men plenty of times but nothing was as intense like this night. 

Deviona and Kevin slowly faced each other still holding each other in their loving embrace. Kevin didn't know if he won the sex battle or what she was going to do to him afterward. All they did was stare into each other's eyes hard. Deviona made the first move leaning closer to Kevin's face and giving him a nice strong kiss on the lips. Kevin returned the kiss but used his tongue to enter her mouth to play with hers. 

Deviona pushed Kevin back on the bed but he willing allowed to lean back on the pillows her on top of him still kissing each other passionately. 

Finally Deviona broke away from the kiss and lightly rubbed her thumb along Kevin's scruffy cheek and said: "CONGRADULATIONS!" 

Kevin slowly opened his eyes to the blur and then opened them wide enough to see the ceiling. His head felt weird but he shook it off so he could wake up. He sat up looking around trying to find the angel but she was nowhere to be found. But then he took a second look at the room only to find out that he was not at Miss. D's or Deviona's place, but in his own apartment! 

Kevin sat on the edge of his bed burying his head in his hands trying to sort out the confusion. It felt so real. Miss. D sucking his dick, tasting her sweet pussy until she came, then fucking her hidden angelic altered ego, Deviona. The touch felt real, the kiss felt real, even his body parts felt like something was on them like fluids. 

Kevin lifted his head out of his hands and looked around one more time. Maybe it was a dream after all? It just felt so visionary. Kevin had some dreams alright. Mostly nightmares. But this was the best dream he had for years. And for that he felt blessed. 

Kevin got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to jump in the shower, which he hoped was not a big mistake. He didn't care how funky and sticky he felt. If that night was real, he felt like it would be a very big mistake to wash the sexual blessing of Deviona away. 

After he was done he lazily looked in the closet to see if there was anything sexy to wear for the men waiting for him on the street. But he stopped for some reason. It was weird. Usually he be up and ready to go out there to make ends meet. But now he felt like he wasn't in the mood. Of course he was hungry and rent needed to be do, but for some strange reason getting that from creepy old men who can't seem to get it up anymore with their wives was very confusing as well as wrong. He didn't feel ashamed because that was their lives, but felt very uninterested to join them. 

Kevin didn't know if this was morality or empathy hitting him in the face but he knew had to make a change and now. He refocused on looking for something sexy to wear so he could stand out in the scorching sun and sweat nastily for male perverts. Instead he picked out a nice, plain, white shirt, long, dark, denim, pants and some brown, skin, toe-pointed cowboy boots. He realized if this did not work, he might as well return to the streets part time, but he really needed a job. 

Kevin walked into Joe's Market and headed for the cashier. A woman with long, red, hair tied up in a pointy tail was looking down at something. Kevin knew it had nothing to do with just sitting around doing nothing. She was busy and he knew it. 

"Excuse me," Kevin said nervously. The woman looked up and Kevin got a good look at her eyes. Light brown. Pretty cute. Not as divine as Deviona but cute. 

"Is there anything I can do for you sir?" She said with all seriousness. 

Kevin nervously rubbed his gel, glazed, brown, hair. He didn't know how this was going to happen. He had no experience and no references and he doubt one of his boy toys was going to allow to help him out since he would not be able to get off anymore. Unless he was willing to work overtime on the side. "This is a little embarrassing but I was wondering if any of ya'll would be hiring?" 

The woman didn't feel agitated that Kevin interrupted her concentration. "Well, we are a little shorthanded here, but yeah we don't mind the extra hand. Let me get you an application." She went to the back while Kevin smiled in relief. Step one he passed. Now it was onto step two. He straightened up and hid his excitement when the woman came back with a piece of paper with writing on it and a black pen. "Here you go. You can go into my office and..., wait a minute?" Kevin looked down at her seeing her light, brown, eyes opened so wide he thought he was sprouting wings. "I know you don't I?" 

Kevin looked behind him and back at her. "I don't believe so. I guess I just got one of those faces?" 

"No I remember you from somewhere." 

Please not the street with the wooden fence, please not the street with the wooden fence! 

Then the woman snapped her fingers and her eyes lit up like she just came up with an idea. "Now I know who you are. Kevin Adams." Now it was Kevin's turn for his eyes to widen in surprise. Where did she know him from? "Oh my God, I didn't think I would ever see you again." Kevin was still confused. "You don't remember me do you?" 

Kevin shook his head with a friendly smile. It still was not clicking in. "I'm sorry but my mind is still a blank." 

"I'm Kelly, Kelly Robinson? We went to highschool together." 

Still Kevin was drawing a blank. "We did?" 

"Well, yeah. But of course you wouldn't remember me, I mean, I was wearing these big old pink glasses and I had braises on that looked so big people thought I turned my mouth into metal. Plus, I was skinny as hell back then." 

Kevin tried to remember if she passed by a girl with that description and finally his eyes lit up. "Oh yeah Kelly Robinson," he said surprising himself, "wow it has been a long time." 

He remembered Kelly alright. Back then she was a little worse than she described. She had long red hair down to her back but looked like she never brushed it. She wore big, oval, eyed, glasses that made her eyes look so big other kids thought she was acting like an old woman. Her teeth were covered with braises so when she smiled some of the kids would call her metal mouth. The good news is people were kind enough to say that behind her back. What really got to Kevin and what she forgot to mention is that she had this terrible red acne around her forehead. Kevin would see her walking down the hall holding her books close to her chest and hanging her head down low as if trying to hide her appearance. Everybody in school used to talk how unattractive she was and she knew it. Kevin would have thought after graduating she would have pact off her shit and get the hell out of dodge. What was she still doing here? 

"What are you doing here?" Kevin asked curiously. 

"Well this is my family's business for forty years. My grandfather built it back in 1960 and my dad took over after that. And then they had beautiful old me." 

"So you are continuing the family legacy huh?" Kevin asked with a smile. 

"Hey, I know it long overdue but what can I say. This place is like history to us. For some reason I feel this is my destiny you know?" 

Kevin agreed. But he was more focused on what she looked like now. Kelly wasn't the small, dirty red head, geek he remembered back in highschool. She wore no glasses so she must have changed to eye contacts which Kevin could not look away from. She had perfectly snow, white, teeth lined in a perfect row, so when she smiled it was like there was hope all over again. Then there was the acne. There was none. Her skin was as tanned and smooth like a model. Whatever she looked like back then, she made up for it as she went through puberty. And strangely Kevin was getting a rise out of it. He started wondering what he would like to do to her if he had a chance to take her in the bedroom. 

"So why are you still here?" Kelly asked interrupting his thoughts. "The last time I saw you came to school a couple of times then one day out of the blue you disappeared. Did anything happen?" 

That question was an understatement. Kevin dealt with so much abuse that he couldn't take it anymore, so it was either stay and get payback when he grows up or leave and take his chances with the streets. "I went through a lot of changes that's all." 

"Oh," Kelly said understanding the, "Mind your business", look on Kevin's face, "well did you get your G.E.D, highschool diploma, anything?" 

Kevin licked his bottom lip nervously. He wanted to say something, come up with a good excuse, anything. But nothing came out. Few seconds Kelly got the idea. 

"Well, it's okay," Kelly said bringing back the smile Kevin saw at the beginning. But this time he felt like this smile was less greeting, "how about this. You feel out as much as you can on this application, give it to me, and what you can't feel out I'll do the rest, okay?" 

Kevin nodded in agreement but there was still one question. "So what does that mean?" 

The smile returned on Kelly's face. Not the kind that showed him pity, but the kind he saw when she greeted him at the beginning. "It means how soon can you start?" 




The Gift that Keeps on Giving



Now it was Kevin's turn to smile. "Tomorrow if that's okay?" 

"Okay, tomorrow it is. We open at 6:30 in the morning. Be here at 7 on the dot." Kelly ordered. 

The smile widened on Kevin's face. "Yes ma'am." 

And that was that. Kevin took the application and pen and filled out as much as he could. It wasn't much. But Kevin confidently gave back the application to Kelly and she took it with a smile. 

"Now remember. 7 in the morning, no later." Kelly warned. 

"I'll be here." Kevin agreed and left with a feeling that everything for him was going to change for the better. 

Kevin came to Joe's Market a little before 7. He wore a blue apron which Kelly handed to him with glee. It was what all employees wear when working. He did the usual stacking shelves, helping customers, cashiering when Kelly was busy with other things business related. The pay was not as much as he usually gets from the street, but for some reason he felt a since of piece in his soul. 

But that's not all that happened. After working for a few months Kelly came up with the courage to ask Kevin out, which to Kevin was a big surprise since he never knew Kelly felt that way. And of course he said yes. 

Another few months of dating and suddenly Kevin started developing a strong attraction to Kelly. While they were walking through the park, Kevin suddenly faced Kelly. Their eyes met. Kelly wondering what is on his mind and hoping he would make the first move. Kevin leaned down until his face was close to hers and placed a strong, passionate, kiss on her. It was so strong that Kelly nearly felt faint. She never had been kissed like that before. 

A year have passed and Kevin and Kelly decided to move in together. At first Kevin thought it was going to be difficult, since he is always a loner. But it turned out alright. 

When they first made love, Kelly mentioned that she was a virgin. Kevin smiled and asked if she was sure she wanted to do this and she agreed. That night, after all his skills in love making, Kevin wanted to make sure that that night was memorable for the both of them. And it was. 

The biggest challenge was telling Kelly about his troubled past. Why he disappeared from school and what he has been doing to make ends meet all those years. Kelly burst into tears out of pity, but did not stray away from Kevin and did not judge him either for his past. She realized that whatever he was going through was not his fault and was only happy that he found his way. 

As time went on Kevin decided that he wanted to go further into his life and with the help of his girlfriend and future fiancé, he studied hard for his G.E.D. and passed. His road to education did not stop. He went to college. Once he got his degree in Business Management, he worked hard to get the business to grow and suddenly was able to expand it across three counties. 

Finally, Kelly became pregnant with Kevin's first child. 

While Kevin was driving with his beautiful wife, Kelly, and their unborn child, he realized that he couldn't be any happier than he was before. The past was the past and all he could think about was the future. And it all started from that night. Deviona. Was it really an angel that blessed him with the gift of eternal happiness? Or just a dream? 

Kevin was driving by with his wife, Kelly, and their unborn child in their new 2014 Red Mustang Convertible. On their way across town Kelly spotted the old blue house where Miss. D lived. And to her surprise she was out there tending to her beautiful flowers. 

"Hey honey look?" Kelly spoke. Kevin turned to who she was pointing at and smiled. "Miss. D is working in the garden again." 

Kevin saw the old woman wearing the big, flappy, blue hat and the long pink dress decorated with flowers. She was using tools to plant more of her beautiful flowers in her garden of heaven. She rose up just in time to see Kevin and Kelly's car passing by. She waved with a strong smile and they waved back. Kevin didn't know if she recognized them or not, but was happy that a beautiful and heavenly woman like her existed at all. 

Knowing that Miss. D exist made Kevin feel like the world he grew up in was hard but came with lessons and miracles. Miracles he hoped would keep on coming as long as he was alive.



The Gift That Keeps On Giving



He went to his chair and sat, leaving her standing, feet spread. The fire burned well. Its orange light and heat played about her. He took the cards and rifled through them, flushing at what he saw. He showed her a picture of a woman kneeling between a man's legs, her mouth about his cock. "This is the next one."

"Cheat," she said.

He brought the whip down hard across a breast. She yelped and the chain bounced and flashed in the firelight.

"Get to work."

As soon as her sweet soft lips touched him he knew that this was not what he wanted. Roughly he took her under her arms, lifted her and all but threw her down on hearth rug. She had just time to shift to get her ass into a more comfortable position when he was on her. She gripped him with her legs and arched her back and he rammed her vigorously. He gasped with pain. The plastic cock was still in her. With a chuckle she slipped her hand down between them and removed it. He hit her hard once across her breasts with the whip as punishment for the laugh. He butted against her once. Then her fingers guided him and he drove in.

The face she looked up at was hard, grim and unrecognizable. He came almost instantly.

With the single-mindedness he brought to his work, he did not let go of his erection and began to rut again with long slow strokes. She sighed and gave herself over to the oldest most uncomplicated of pleasures.

Later, drained for the time being, they lounged before the fire, he with his back against his chair, she with her soft cheek on his thigh, his limp cock, smelling of both of them, not far from her eyes.

He held the whip and idly ran its leather strands along her body, from her wet puffed pussy, up over her chest and small breasts, to her chin and then back down, as if he was sweeping some invisible dust from her, or accompanying some soft music on a snare drum.

"How did you get into this?" he asked.

"You mean how did a nice girl like me discover chains and whips?"

"Ouch," he'd slapped her hard across the belly.

"In college. I'd had sex, of course, a boy friend or three or four and some fun. I liked sex and you know I don't remember finding it lacking. I kept it in its place. My grades were what mattered. And learning the stuff. This guy I knew, he was an English major and's school now, one of this guy's classes was having an open reading of Joyce's Ulysses. He felt the book was crap and the idea of you know like reading it out loud cover to cover as some kind of commemoration was pretentious. So he organized this like counter reading. We were going to read "100 Days of Sodom", but that's too nasty and's got long boring parts, much like Ulysses in fact, so "The Story of O" was chosen. You know it?"

He shook his head.

"Maybe we can read it together. The others, well, it turned them on I guess, but nothing major. When it was my turn to read, just speaking the words excited me to the extent that I came with everyone like watching, I had to pass the book along to the next in the circle. That book bound something in me to it. I couldn't and didn't want to break free. So I like started looking. Eventually I found this small, quite elite group, (ironic when you think that this all started as a protest against elitism), its members a few rich men and a few professors, I was at the University of Chicago. They had the style and the tone and well, the hidden menace I was after. I found 'em after a few somewhat sordid adventures I won't speak of.

"Would it shock you to know I got my job with our firm, because of one of the members of that group?"

"Most of the guys we hire seem to be recommended by someone or other for who knows what reason, " he said, "Like they're related to someone. Or they come from an Ivy League school. Most of 'em turn out to be idiots. The company is good at weeding out the incompetents. They generally go work for a bank. I expect you'll be working for BofA in a month or so with the rest of our rejects."

She slugged him playfully in the chest.

"Striking me," he said, "Is a capital offense. Kneel with your back to me." He brought the whip down hard on her already red skin.

Later still, she lay on her side with her back against him because the wool of the hearth rug was painful. She reached for her bag, rummaged and pulled out a tube of ointment, "Aloe Vera and Arnica", she said, she handed it back to him. "Would you mind?"

Rubbing it onto her flesh, making it shine even more in the firelight, hardened him once again, against his estimations of what was possible. When he'd finished with her pussy, which he'd left for last, he entered her from behind.

She put her hand down and touched him to still him. "Let's just lie a time."

He felt right then that they were natural normal lovers. He felt desperately fond of her.

She asked, "When did you first notice me, I mean as a woman and not as a hopefully valuable co-worker? I bet you'd never thought of me until I turned up on your doorstep. And maybe not until you turned over the first card.

"And maybe not even then, you didn't know what the fuck it was?"

"I still don't know what it's called."

"In Spanish it's called a 'consolador', a consoler." She rubbed the hard inch of his cock that was exposed by their position. "Did you feel consoled? We're not so poetic, it's the strange word dildo or when it's meant to go up the ass, the prosaic butt plug. Anyhow. So it wasn't until you got to hit me that desire awoke?"

"I wanted you the first time I saw you. You were being introduced around the office by the HR guy. You appeared in my cube door and you were so pretty. When I stood I knocked my goddamn chair over."

She laughed, "I remember that."

"I said like 2 things to myself, 1> this is the prettiest girl I've ever seen and I've no chance at all. 2>"

"That's already two things."

"No, only one. They were bound so closely together they couldn't be separated. And you must not contradict me," the whip made its hard sound and she yelped and jumped, there was no part of her chest or thighs that weren't reddened. Her squirming had started him moving in her but she stilled him again with a touch. "What was number 2 then?"

"That I thought that someone so pretty had to be dumb as they come and you were going to be a weight and an impediment on the project."

She twisted and bit him on the flesh under his shoulder.

"Ouch. That's yet another offense." He flailed her. His moving arm and chest caused his cock to jump within her and she gasped and choked with pain and pleasure.

Later still, the fire just embers, he got the cards again.

"Hey, it's late and time for bed," she said in a soft complaining tone, "Haven't you lost enough?"

"I just want the chance to win back a little something."

"Honey, you lost it all earlier, you'll never be free again."

Then when he turned the card over and she saw the pins, neatly stuck in a soft breast, in neat little lines, pinching up little welts of flesh, she said "shit". She saw how excited he was and sighed. She took his hands and guided them in the sweet but painful operation.

She moved in with him the next day. At work they kept it quiet, as indeed they had to, the office had firm rules about employees fooling around with each other. His life was transformed.

He remembered how at one deadly dull meeting. Some voice droned from the speakerphone and powerpoint slides were being shone by an overhead projector. She sat across the table from him. His cock'd positively hurt. It moved in his pants. Her eyes kept meeting his, and then shifting calmly back to the interminable slides. He watched her fingers tap on the table, now and then taking notes on a pad. Well, not always notes because her felt her foot touch his knee. When he reached down, he found a post-it note which read, "Guess what I'm thinking about?". He answered, "Pay attention, there'll be a quiz." Delivering it was difficult, he had to stealthily take his shoe off and grip the post-it with his toes through his socks and stretch it across to her skirt without noticeable squirming. Her eyes turned to his and she just slightly wrinkled her nose. After a few moments he saw her eyes widen, her mouth open for breath, a slight sheen of sweat appeared on her upper lip. She shifted slightly in her chair. Suddenly she squeaked. He recognized a muffled version of the little cry she gave when she came. Eyes turned to her. She made a hiccuping sound and stood. Her hand trembled slightly. "Sorry," she said, "The hiccups. I need water." She'd orgasmed just by looking at him and thinking. His cock hurt and throbbed with longing. He wanted to get up and go after her, but his presentation was next. It was all he could do to think of snow with columns of numbers marching across it.

He remembered how another time he'd had her tell their boss that she had an afternoon's doctor's appointment and that she'd be back in the office in a couple hours. He met her in the hallway of the floor above. The restrooms on the odd numbered floors had showers, separate little narrow closets with doors. They had a wooden bench on one side and on the other a white plastic shower stall. He checked the men's room and, finding it empty, he led her through it and into the shower. He had her strip. As always, seeing her naked made his hands tremble. Knowing she was his to bid made his breathing hard and shallow. He tied her wrists together then lifted her arms and tied and duct taped the rope to the shower head. He pulled her against his suit and kissed her hard.

"What are you doing?" she whispered. "If we're caught we'll lose our fucking jobs!"

He showed her the out of order sign he'd brought. He listened, opened the closet door, and hung the sign on the closet door's handle and closed the door again. Then he undid his fly and lifted her. She locked her legs about him and they fucked.

When finished, he bent, picked up her dress and underwear, folded them and slipped the bundle under his shirt.

"What the fuck?" she demanded.

He put his fingers to his lips and pointed to the closet door. Then he zipped himself up and tucked his shirt in. "You could manage to get your arms down off the shower head I think, but you'll not escape without your clothes," he nodded to her and left. He carefully made sure the sign hung plainly on the door.

At his desk, the thought of her and the risk made him light headed. With determination, he made himself concentrate on their potential acquisition's doings in Ireland.

After half an hour, he was beside himself. He went back out, up the stairs and into that men's room. A guy was pissing and one of the two toilet stalls was occupied. The air in the restroom was thick and tainted. The out of order sign on the shower closet hung undisturbed. All was desperately quiet from within. He sat on the unused toilet until the guy in the other stall noisily used the paper. He heard the other stall door open, the sink swish and the restroom door open and close.

She jumped and tried to shelter herself by facing the wall when he entered. "You shit" she said when she saw it was him. He fucked her again. Her naked, arms raised and stretched, her legs scissored about his hips, he with just his cock out of his fly. Twice they had to stop and freeze while the restroom was used. The second time she had to swallow the sounds of her gasping climax.

He came up to her twice more. These times he rutted in her for maybe 10 minutes before he tired of the motion, unable to come, though so turned on it hurt. Then he untied her and leaned in the far corner of the closet while she showered off the evidence, dried herself and dressed. Before he opened the door and made sure the coast was clear for her exit, they kissed hard and long, she bit his lip in her passion.

He only did that to her the once, though he thought of it often. Anytime they had a disagreement, about what movie to see, what restaurant to go to, how long she must remain on tiptoe with tacks spread liberally around and under her bare feet, naked with belled chains hanging from her clamped nipples and cunt lips so that she tinkled whenever she moved, awkwardly bending over the dining room table to study the documents spread there and to enter figures into the hungry spreadsheets on the desktop computer he'd helpfully moved for her, yes, any time they had a disagreement he'd remind her of the shower closet and she'd become very obliging. The thought of the whip, she liked, the fear of being found and fired terrified her.

In fact, she hardly needed reminding, now she watched him carefully, with more respect. He had never felt so good, so confident, in his life.

There was the game they/he'd played with the cable guy. The day his cable was to be upgraded (they were going to be able to connect to work through it and it was going to be a tremendous thing) he worked from home and she called in sick. They had been careful to rarely synchronize their outages so there was no suspicion.

When the cable guy came, Arthur let him in and there in the living room, on the glass coffee table lay Katy, on her back, tied so her arms and legs were stretched, naked save for her high heels. The cable guy was 4 hours late of course, it'd been a morning appointment and he didn't show up until after 3, but that was only too bad for Katy who'd lain there the whole time, complaining about all the work she was not getting done until the ball gag had gone into her mouth. To his credit, the cable guy swore and turned to run, but Arthur, finding gifts of persuasiveness he didn't know he possessed, got him to stay. First he did the upgrade, then Arthur showed him how to play with Katy's body. The work took a half hour, the play took three. Arthur found coldly directing the cable guy in his activities so exciting that afterwards he fucked and belted and played with her until the morning sun was coming in through his windows and they really did need to call in sick.

A day later Arthur called the cable guy. Arthur showed him the video made from the desktop's webcam. It'd been sitting on an endtable unnoticed. Some of the video was real, some of it was fake. He and Katy had had a fine time editing with the expensive software he'd purchased. None of the video showed Arthur. The fake part showed the cable guy, taking a struggling Katy, stuffing a gag in her mouth, pulling her clothes off her, tying her to the coffee table and then playing with her at his leisure. He and Katy, each with their 6 figure incomes took $5,000 from the cable guy, and he had a wife and kids.

Arthur didn't tell the girl that story. It made him unhappy and sick to remember.

Then, 10 months after she'd transferred in. His group had completed yet another highly lucrative deal. This time he did go to the party.

One of the firm's owners, Viktor Kropusek, an exceedingly rich man who these days was only occasionally involved in the firm's day to day affairs, but who still maintained a presence in the San Francisco office, flew in to offer his thanks and congrats in person. He arrived a couple days early.

Arthur and Katy were chatting in her cube when his manager brought the man around. Kropusek was a tall broad man, maybe fifty, with a wiry mane of gray hair. At the sight of him, Katy went stiff and still, her eyes wide. Arthur attributed this to their being in the presence of the one who owned so much of their life. He himself felt nervous and respectful.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you," the man said as he shook Arthur's hand. He had a deep resonant voice.

"You," he said taking Katy's hand. "I remember seeing in San Francisco. You like it here?"

"Very much," she said a in small breathy voice that Arthur hardly recognized. "It's great."

"You've done good work and I thank you," the man said and he moved on down the line of cubes. Seeming to fill the narrow corridor.

"You haven't met him before?" he asked.

"There're like 500 people in that office. I've seen him from like 100 ft at the quarterly company meetings."

From then through the party he knew something was different. She was distant, tense, not unhappy he thought, but watchful. Often when he went to her cube he'd find her missing. At home, he did things that hurt her more than'd been his habit. Once he woke to find her gone from his side. He found her in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, it's cover down, just staring at the wall. He gagged her, tied her to his bed and whipped her hard, trying to master his unease.

They went separately to the party. There, he was so worried, that he thought of ordering her to leave immediately with him. But, he realized, there was a real chance she'd just say no. He remained silent. He drank more than was his habit and thought sadly of the last such occasion, when'd she'd turned up on his doorstep and they'd celebrated together. Sometime after 10 he noticed she was gone. She'd left for the ladies room and not come back. Someone told him she'd gone home. When he got to his dark and empty house, cold because the heating was turned down, he found a note saying that she was sorry, she'd accepted a promotion and was returning to the west coast office. Her things were gone. She'd left the deck of cards and the whip.

He drove to the airport and went to the terminal that catered to private jets. He sat on an inconspicuous plastic bench and worked through a stack of documents about their next investment target. After some time, past midnight, a white limousine pulled up. Kropusek climbed out, then a woman's high heels and white calves, then the rest of Katy emerged. She walked a step behind and to the left of Kropusek, slim and small behind his bulk, her chin hardly as high as his elbow. They walked across the space, heading for the gate and the quiet respectful security check that the rich are entitled to. Her heels echoed. She looked straight ahead and he did not try to intercept them or call to her.

He went home to his darkened house and the next monday went in to work. If the cube, coffee machine and hallway discussions of her sudden transfer and step up the corporate ladder bothered him, he did not let it show. He went back to the solitary, bounded life he'd known before.

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"She left me when she met a better man," he said sadly, "It was only ever play for her with me."

"Have you seen her since?"

He shook his head. "We've emailed some and spoken on the phone. Only about work. Her office does the west coast and Asia, we're the east and Europe and Australia. She runs that office now and very well too. She married him maybe a half year after she left me."

"And you didn't leave, find another job?"

"Why?" he asked, "This one is just what I want. I've all kinds of leeway and they know not to give me any management responsibility and it's a whole lot of fun."

"There's another way to look at it," the girl said, after a pause, "You make it out to've been worker girl seduces worker boy and they live in happy bliss until worker girl proves faithless and runs off with older guy who has more power and possibly a bigger," she paused, "whip, as well. But she could've been like the first of the presents."

"What?"

"The first like thank you for a job well done."

"No way. She was really good. Working with her was the most fun I've ever had. Better than the sex, better than the..." He stopped himself and said harshly, "You don't know anything."

"Well, girls can be smart regardless of their tastes and older rich guys can like 'em as well as the dumb ones. And when he got her back, she'd learned a lot and was more use to him."

"No way" he said, "It was not like that at all."

"Here is what might've happened. He hears of you. He has a girl, perhaps he's grown tired of her, perhaps she's angered him and he wishes to punish her. She is to seduce you and reward you for the firm's increased profits. If she succeeds he has no plan to take her back. At worst she will be a better employee because of all she will have learned. At best you will be happy and completely bound to the firm, through her."




The Gift That Keeps On Giving



"No way," he repeated.

"What he didn't count on were his feelings. He is not an introspective man. He understands property and money, reward and punishment, but not much else. Perhaps because he was now older than before, perhaps because he really loved her, he missed her. Why did he let her stay? Why not reel her back after a month? Perhaps to improve her value to the firm. Perhaps he fought a compulsion he found unacceptable. Perhaps when she succeeded and you became lovers, he felt that he'd entered into a bargain and could not renege. He regards contracts as sacrosanct. Perhaps he knew that she was happy.

"But something happened that made it easy for him, that gave him no choice in fact."

He sat very still, listening.

"You two were running wild. Sooner or later you were going to do something extra stupid and bring ruin on yourselves and embarrassment to the firm. Worse, in his eyes, you were distracted and not working as effectively as before. It wasn't marked yet, but he's good at looking at graphs and projections. So he came east and took her back.

"I think in some sense you think this too. Why else would you stay at the same job. Not even change where you hide your frontdoor key? I think you just hope it'll be she he sends next."

"Get the fuck out!" he shouted. He leapt up, rushed towards her, slammed her against the hall wall, yanked the front door open and threw her into the sleet. She stumbled on the steps and went sprawling in the slush.

"My phone," she gasped. "It's in my fucking bag. Get the bag. I need to call a fucking cab."

This was too much. She hadn't called earlier. She'd been sent to torment him. He went for her, fell on the steps and slid in the slush himself. He grabbed her and carried her back in. Her legs kicked wildly. He took her into the kitchen. When she started to run, he grabbed her and slapped her. "Strip," he ordered.

She looked at him. He prepared to slap her again, slug her this time. She pulled the dress over her head and she was naked. There hadn't been much for her to do.

"Bend over that chair." He pointed to a kitchen chair. When she obeyed, he took duct tape from the junk drawer and wrapped each ankle to a chair leg. Then he yanked at her arms and duct taped her wrists to the chair's back legs. He rushed from the room, leapt upstairs and returned with the black leather whip. He laid into her back with a vengeance.

She shrieked. He grabbed the washrag redolent of detergent and incipient mildew from where it hung on the faucet, stuffed it in her mouth and duct taped that. He crisscrossed her slim back.

Twice, when he brought the strands of the whip up between her thighs and across her cunt she and the chair toppled over onto the hard tiles.

The second time he untaped her. She struggled in real earnest but he turned her and bound her sitting, making new fields of smooth flesh available for his reaping.

He paused, panting. He poured himself a drink. When he recommenced, it was different. He was in control. Though it hurt and stung and she wept and writhed, she no longer feared for herself.

He set the whip down on the counter. He looked exhausted and sad. He poured two drinks and then let her loose.

"Get me my phone," she said, her voice a whisper. Her skin was red and welted. She was slick with sweat and her face was tear streaked.

He handed her the scotch and she drained it and coughed and spluttered. He made to slap her back but she raised a hand, "God, please don't. I'm aflame. I'll go. Just get me my phone."

"Into the living room." he ordered.

She looked at him. She noticed for the first time that there was a grim kind of excitement about him.

"Now," he ordered. He reached for the whip.

"Shit", she said, then "Shit it hurts," when she stood. Her skin wanted to stay in one position and not stretch or move at all. Every square inch of it seemed intensely alive to her. She limped naked and bent into the living room.

"Look," she said, "Have pity, don't make me lie on anything."

"Lean against the fireplace." When she bent forward and put her hands on the brick, the embers' glow made her chest all the more sensuously red. She felt his cock push against her cunt, separate her sex lips and push in. There was pain to it as she was as tender there as anywhere. Then she cried out in sudden surprising pleasure, the pain of the whipping bubbled in her and she came with such force that her legs cramped. He gripped her hips, that hurt too. He held her till she could keep her feet. The sweat on his belly and thighs hurt when he thrust against her. Each thrust brought a little gasp of pain to her lips. She shook her head and came again. His hands gripped her waist again, she yelped and he pushed hard against her and she felt him come. His seed and her wetness stung as they dribbled down her thighs.

"Put more wood on the fire, then stand on the rug," he said.

He watched her careful painful movements a moment. He noticed her sweating tear streaked face and how her body was slick and smelled of sweat. He went to the kitchen, poured a large glass of water from the tap and watched her gulp it down. "Go up and shower," he said, "Then come back."

He watched her limp upstairs. He heard the pipes shake as the shower started. It was an old house with old plumbing.

He sat and looked at the fire. Then from his briefcase he took his laptop and some papers and did a bit of work.

He didn't notice her return. Her cough made him look up. She looked noticeably better. Her skin was still red and streaked, but her beautiful high browed face was now restored. She looked at him with something like interest, something like amusement, something like desire.

He looked in her bag. As he'd suspected, he found a little first aid kit and a tube of herbal gel. What he had upstairs, that Katy had left, might well have gone bad. He spread it on her. On her arms, legs, thighs, back, breasts, belly. The glow from the shower and the shine from the gel made her red, crisscrossed flesh so sensuous.

"How do you explain the presents?" he asked.

"Katy was your first girl?" she asked. She felt his fingers falter and she laughed, "What a way to start."

Then she said, "The first present didn't show up 'till 5 years or so afterwards? Mmm that's nice."

"Closer to 10."

"Well, perhaps he still wanted to reward you, but he was worried about another blow up, not without reason I'll add. So he waited before sending you what he was sure you wanted. Then when you blew up in a quite different way, he's perhaps not without a sense of humor and perhaps your reaction tickled it."

The tube ran out and he did have to get the old gel from upstairs. He fingered and explored her cunt while rubbing it in.

When done, he handed her her phone. "I'm sorry I lost my temper, I'll be glad to add to what you're getting paid, for hazardous duty. I'll have to go to a machine tomorrow. I don't have much cash now. Your dress is in the kitchen."

She left the room, moving much easier now. He heard her in the kitchen, heard her voice. He heard her laugh. He sighed and looked back at his laptop.

Later he heard the front door open and close. He thought, "Now all I have is my work. That's what I want."

He was shocked when he sensed movement and her naked hourglass form flowed from his peripheral vision to the hearth. She took the deck of cards from the mantle, blew off the dust, and set it on the glass coffee table by his laptop. She shuffled the cards once, twice, then said, "Cut."

"I thought you'd," he managed.

"I needed my suitcase. I'll need my clothes sooner or later and my computer and stuff. Cut or just pick a card if you trust me."

"Shit." he said, "What are you playing at?"

"It's no game. Didn't you hear me earlier? I am your present. If you want me to go you have to say. Or pick a card."

Later, the girl knelt before him. Her least painful position. He lay on his side on the hearth rug admiring her.

"How do you explain how you succeeded when the earlier girls failed?" he asked in sated voice.

"Oh, time and I was smart, I parked my car around the block. Froze my little toes getting my suitcase."

He ran a finger along one of the many long red lines that started on her breast and ran down her belly.

Her nipples hurt from where they'd been clamped, there were angry red marks left by clothespins, where the wax had dribbled the red that was her new skin color took an extra angry tone. Only her face, the palms of her hands and her feet had been spared. "I'll have to call in sick. Hope this lot heals quick."

"Your employer must often see girls in your condition," he observed.

"I don't think so," she laughed. "I'm starting in your office. Supposed to start tomorrow, but I don't think so." She met his stare. "I just graduated from the University of Chicago, near the top of my class. I majored in Economics. I'll be in your group."

"You really are from him? Not from an escort agency?" he asked.

He saw her nod.

"Listen," he said, "I could not stand to go through that again. It was hell and heaven and when he took her it was all hell that never stopped. And I'm not sure I want it. Looking back, I'm not at all happy about a lot of what we did. And you aren't Katy," he added sadly.

"That's to the good," she replied, "There won't be the love. That's what threw gasoline on the fire. And you are older now too. You will look on me with the eyes of an older man. I will just be your possession." He saw her shiver slightly.

"Still," he said, "If he asked you to return to him?"

"I would in a second."

"Then I'd rather you left now."

She moved, winced in pain, and kissed his chest. "Oh, I don't think he'll reconsider. Though his possession, I'm of a slightly different kind from Mom. He wants to have grandchildren who are like real smart."



The Gift That Keeps On...



She watched me squeeze my cock into the metal cage and close the stainless steel ring around my balls. I installed the lock, but she clicked it shut herself, something that she rarely does. "Just wanted to make sure," she said, giving me a little kiss as she tugged the lock. Then she was off to the shower, and I got dressed and went off to work.

Week 7: There soon developed a routine.

Over the next few weeks, life was pretty uneventful – for me, anyway. About two or three times a week my wife would get a nice massage or foot rub or back rub at bedtime, and would roll over to sleep, leaving me frustrated with desire. About once or twice during the week she would have me lick her or rub her, which left me even more frustrated. Sometimes she would awaken early and have me rub her, my fingers massaging her wet pussy, giving her a nice little orgasm. She would give a quick stroke to my cock, swollen and purple inside my cage. Then she'd go back to sleep for an hour while I got ready for work. Other times she would take a quick shower right before bed, my signal that I would be expected to eat her until she was ready to go to sleep. This could take five minutes, or almost an hour. Once she straddled my face, grinding her pussy onto my mouth so hard that I almost couldn't breath. The whole time that I ate her, she squeezed my balls, already sore and swollen. She tried to tease the tip of my cock with her tongue, but the bars on the cage were too close together. These sessions always ended with her going to sleep, and me lying wide awake for another hour with an ache deep in my groin.

During the course of the week, I'd find myself hugging her, brushing up against her, fondling her, copping a quick feel – anything to arouse her enough to let me out. Ironically, I couldn't get enough of feeling her, but the more I felt, the crazier it made me. My wife knew this, of course, and although the amount of sexual contact we had never increased, the amount of sexual tension certainly did. Wanting her was constantly on my mind. Sometimes she would take off her shirt in the night, and I would awake lying next to her smooth skin. It seemed like everything she did was meant to make me want her all the more.

Week 9: It didn't take long before the arrangement started to seem normal.

After the first few weeks, I noticed that despite how it seemed, we really didn't have any more or less sex than usual. Well, I certainly didn't have any more, but without the luxury of taking matters into my own hands, so to speak, the week-long period seemed ten times as long. She, on the other hand, never seemed to want me enough to unlock me more than once a week or so. Of course, at first, she had me making her come a few times a week, so she was just fine with the arrangement. As the weeks went on, though, my enforced chastity seemed to lose the novelty. Not enough for her to unlock me and end the game, but enough so that she sometimes didn't even want me to make her come all week. I gently suggested that she remove my cage so that we could take a break for a few weeks, but she told me that she'd then have to worry about me touching myself all the time, and besides, she liked for me to always a little on edge for her. 

I noticed that the whenever I was re-locked after coming, I would be very excited for the first day. Then I would slowly settle down and spend the next few days perversely enjoying the sexual tension. If confined more than a week, though, I became too horny to enjoy it, and could only think about my next release. Unfortunately, this didn't seem to matter to my wife. She put off my attentions by reminding me that the chastity cage was my idea in the first place, and that it wasn't her fault if she ended up getting more benefit from it than I did. I tried to reason with her by suggesting that more frequent "time off" for me would be better for her, since I wouldn't be so crazed with desire and would be able to last a lot longer for her. After a few weeks, though, she just shrugged and told me that she was able to "make do", and that I should stop pestering her.

One week I wasn't able to stay home on her day off. We were both disappointed, but she didn't make a big deal of it. I, on the other hand, was frantic. That night in bed, she kissed me, and pushed my head down to her pussy. "Lick me," she commanded, "I've been waiting all day for this." She crossed her legs over my shoulders and stretched back. I held her hips as I flicked my tongue lightly over her lips and clitoris. She lifted her hips a bit as she came, and I slowed my licking, so she could catch her breath.

"Mmm, are you ready to fuck me, now?" she asked breathily. 

"Of course I am, I've been waiting all day for this, too, you know." I rolled over to allow her to unlock me. "Where's the key?"

"Oh no, you had your chance this morning," she admonished, "You'll just have to fuck me with the dildo and eat me at the same time. You know, the way I like it now."

"But... but..." I stammered, "It wasn't my fault about work!" 

She shrugged and reached for dong in the dresser drawer. Acting as if she hadn't heard me, she simply handed it to me and pushed my head toward her mound. "You're supposed to be ready whenever I want some," she explained, "that's supposed to be one of the fringe benefits of our arrangement, isn't it?"

I just moaned in frustration, and went back to licking her lightly.

"Don't worry," she said, "I'll give you some later."

"Oh? Later tonight?" I asked hopefully. By this time I was teasing her with the head of the dildo. 

She stiffened, "Uh unh, not tonight," she replied in a distracted voice, "I meant later, on my next day off."

Only her legs around my shoulders kept me from jumping up. "What?! But that's next week! That's not fair!"

Seemingly taking no notice, she reached down to guide my head again to her mound. "I know, it's not fair that I should have to wait to get your cock inside me, but I'll have to make do." she stiffened under my tongue, and I resumed fucking her with the dildo, Oooh, fuck me nice, like that.... Mmmmm." She was obviously beyond understanding, so I ate her that way until she came a few more times. Pushing my head away, she settled back with a sigh. "Hurry, clean up and come hold me, I'm sleepy now." Completely oblivious to my aching, swollen cock, she soon fell asleep in my arms. I, however, spent the night silently moaning in frustration. 

The next morning, I again complained that it had been a week for me, and that it was unfair to make me wait until the next day off, especially when she had gotten some the night before. She countered with saying that it was unfair to her, as well, since she still enjoyed my nice cock, but being tired at night, it didn't seem worth it to go through the trouble of unlocking me, moving into all those different positions, cleaning up afterward, and then locking me up again. In fact, she continued, since it was my fault that she had to do without, it was only fair that I had to do without. Besides, her next day off would be here before I knew it. 

Week 11: This was a decidedly bad turn of events. 

During the rest of the week, she made sure that I did something for her every single night. I was sure it was her way of reminding me that she had to do without, although I kept reminding her that she seemed to get a lot more pleasure out of "doing without" than I did. She kept reminding me that this whole arrangement was my idea to begin with, and the least I could do was to accept my birthday present with a smile. In the meantime, she would have to force herself to have weekly pedicures, back rubs, massages, and a few sessions taking pleasure from my tongue. 

Finally, her day off came. I was almost frantic from more than two weeks without coming. We both jumped into the shower, and I gladly washed her back by soaping my hairy chest and rubbing against her back. She was soon ready to get out, but I told her that I needed to stay in a bit longer. I was afraid of coming too fast, and I needed some time to settle down. It was only then that I realized that she had not given me the key before my shower.

The shower helped to ease the soreness in my groin, and I walked to the bedroom. To my surprise, I saw her already in bed, eyes closed and smiling broadly. A glance further down told me she was fucking herself with the dildo. I watched her hand moving it in and out; it was as if she wasn't even aware that I was staring at her. I felt a twinge of jealousy at the rubber dong, but kept staring as she slowly brought herself to orgasm. She opened her eyes, not surprised to see me there. I climbed into bed and held her. Sensing what I was about to ask, she put her finger over my lips. I rolled on top of her, kissing her hungrily, my hands touching, groping everywhere. I rubbed her pussy with my fingers and felt her slippery and warm. As usual, she pushed my head down to her mound. Handing me the dildo, she leaned back again to have me lick her expertly while I pressed the dildo inside of her. She was very excited, and began to moan loudly. Her hands grabbed my hair and pulled hard, I had to pull back in order to catch my breath. Within moments she tightened her legs around me and squeezed. She came strongly, and almost immediately came again. I kept licking until I could feel her spasms subside. Almost a minute later she sank back into the mattress, seemingly spent.

"What the hell was that?" I asked her. 

She just shook her head, " Mmm, I don't know, I was just feeling horny, I guess." She reached down to feel me. I jumped. "I'll bet I know what you want," she murmured. "I hope that you've learned your lesson about being ready for me when I want you. I don't want you to disappoint me like that again." 

I shook my head, but before I could mention that I was still locked up she pulled me on top of her. "Come on," she said, "I'm really wet. Put it in me. I want to feel it."

Remembering the last time we had done this, I started to pull back. "No," I said, "I don't want to come like that! I want a good one. Please, unlock me! Please?"

She just chuckled. "I just want to make sure that you learned your lesson. After all, it's you're your fault that I had to go without your nice cock last week. You didn't think you'd get away without some punishment, did you?"

"But it's not good this way," I complained.

"It's good for me," she replied, and besides, it's all you're going to get this time. Now, do you want to come or don't you?"

I did of course. I gently pushed myself into her, gasping as her warm pussy closed over the head of my cock that had swelled out of the cage. Now I really was frantic. I wanted to come so badly, since it had been over two weeks. But I wanted to make it last longer, since it would probably be another week before I'd get the chance. But no matter how long it lasted, I couldn't have a real orgasm while still locked up. The cage kept me from the deep muscle spasms that make it so satisfying.

"What's the matter," asked my wife, "I thought you would be happy to come after waiting so long." She paused, "but if you want, we could always wait until the next time..." 

Groaning with frustration, I pushed as deeply into her as the cage allowed. I barely noticed her stiffening with her own orgasm as mine built so quickly. I moved back and forth a few times and felt a huge contraction start in the root of my cock. As I heard her come, my own spasms started and I suddenly felt my seed just trickling out. No wave of pleasure, no firm contraction from my groin, just a few small spurts and my come merely spilled out of me. I collapsed on top of her and literally sobbed in frustration. 

"Didn't last very long that time, did you?" she asked. She held me for a moment and said, "So, maybe I shouldn't have let you come if you weren't going to enjoy it. On the other hand, now you'll remember how our arrangement works. Am I right?"

I nodded, too frustrated to argue. Feeling used, I allowed her to push my head down to her pussy so she could be satisfied.

"Remember," she reminded me again, "you should always be ready to give me some when I want it." Soon, she lay back in the bed, enjoying her orgasms, and ignoring me.

Week 14: I became somewhat resigned to our arrangement.

The rest of the week passed by without comment. She got her nightly back rub, and I was still horny most of the time, and it was well into our third month since my "birthday present", or our "arrangement" as she sometimes called it. Since her day off came at different times in the week, I might go anywhere from five to nine days. Over a month ago she had stopped unlocking me for night sessions, saying that she preferred to have me inside her when she was awake and rested. Her next day off finally arrived, and I was looking forward to some good, long fucking. I was so excited that I figured I'd be able to come twice. She handed me the key and I hopped into the shower. She kissed me and told me not to take too long, as she was going to have a little surprise for me. The soap lather helped to ease the cage off, and I quickly finished shaving, dried off, and stepped back into the bedroom.

My wife was laying there in a black outfit, holding a pair of leather handcuffs. "Come on down," she teased, " I have a little surprise for you."

Although she has talked about handcuffing me during lovemaking, she hasn't actually done it since before we were married. I lied on the bed, and she climbed on top of me, kissing me deeply. "You've been such a good boy that I thought that I'd give you a little treat." She had me roll over and fastened the cuffs securely behind my back. Rolling me onto my back again, she took my cock into her mouth. "Mmm... big, isn't it?"

I couldn't answer, I was too busy enjoying myself. For over three months I had pleasured her in every way imaginable, and my reward was to be kept locked up. Now it looked as if I was going to get some attention for a change. She swung her legs around and settled onto me in a sixty-nine position. I hungrily lapped at her sweet, salty juices, relishing the feel of her soft thighs around my head. She ground her hips down onto my face, almost smothering me, as she came. "No, don't stop," she whispered, and pausing only to take a breath I went back to softly flicking my tongue over her swollen lips. This was one of those nine day periods, and she had rubbed it in by having me give her extended massages almost every night, and a few nights she made me follow up by licking her to a nice, slow orgasm. Not surprisingly, I was ready to come almost immediately. Her own tongue was licking the head of my cock, and I fought hard to keep myself under control. I concentrated on making her come before I could, since without the use of my hands, I was unable to push her away.

She was making herself excited by sucking hard on my cock, drawing all the blood to the already swollen head. My cock soon felt as hard as a steel rod. Thankfully, she paused to let out a moan. Her head dropped to rest on my leg, but her hand tightened around my sore balls as she came loudly. I stopped licking directly on her lips, and kissed and caressed her upper thighs with my own lips and tongue. She lay there for a few moments before getting up. 

"Very nice," she complimented me, "we never do it that way anymore." 

She swung her leg over my hips and teased my cock with her pussy. I was already gasping from holding back my own climax, and didn't know if I wanted to push it in or wait. Sensing my distress she smiled "Poor honey. You want to come so bad, don't you?" 

Eyes closed in concentration, I could only nod. 

"You're trying so hard to hold back, maybe I shouldn't let you come at all. Is that what you want?"

My eyes snapped open. "No! No, I want to come, really," I managed to croak out, " I just want it to last a little longer. It's been so long, and I want it to feel good."

"Hmm, so it doesn't feel good other times?" she asked in mock hurt.

"No. Yes. Um, it always feels good... Oooooohhhhhhh..." I moaned as she slowly lowered herself onto my hot shaft. 

"Isn't this good?" she asked again, rocking on my hips. She reached back to squeeze my balls. "Mmm, got something in here for me?" 

I could only moan. "Please, please, no, yes, oh please..." I lost all sense as a huge, unstoppable climax began to build. I could feel the pressure in my balls, in my cock, and deep inside my groin. I opened my eyes briefly to look longingly at her, and heard myself moaning. Suddenly what seemed like a gallon of hot come pulsed deep into her pussy as my hips pushed up off of the bed. Finally I collapsed, my cock now spent inside her, the pressure in my balls released. I opened my eyes again. "That was incredible," I told her, "I think my throat is dry from moaning so much."

Still smiling down at me, she said, "I didn't give you permission to come. You're so selfish, you couldn't at least wait until I was satisfied? After all, I had to wait more than a week for this, you know." Using her fingers to hold her swollen pussy lips together, she slowly raised herself off my now-soft cock, and moved up to position herself over my mouth. "I think that you need to eat me until I've had enough," she said, holding her dripping pussy over my mouth, "besides, weren't you just saying that you had a dry throat? I'll bet that there's a real lot of juice for you in here." 

I don't remember when it happened, but for some weeks now, she had decided that any time that I came in her, that I was to suck out the juices and to clean her with my tongue. She claimed that I was much better than using a towel, and the best part was that she didn't have to get out of bed. Admittedly, I did get some small pleasure from making her come that way. Unfortunately, she sometimes didn't care about coming, and merely used me, which made me feel a little humiliated. It was useless to resist with my hands still handcuffed, so I reluctantly opened my mouth and licked her. I almost gagged on the amount of hot, salty come that dripped from her pussy, but didn't dare stop sucking on her until she had came, shuddering. 

"Okay, now it's my turn to relax," she said. She pushed me off the bed, told me to kneel at the edge. She then lay back on some pillows and placed her legs over my shoulders, pulling my head into her still-dripping mound. "Mmm, too bad your hands are still tied, or else you could be fucking me, too." I just mumbled in agreement and slowly pleasured her with my mouth and tongue. In no time she came again, and I rested my head on her thigh. 

"If you undo these cuffs, I could rub you, or use the dildo on you, or even give you a little massage," I suggested. 

This sounded like a good idea to her, so a few moments later she was stretched out on the bed and I was kissing her deeply, my hand slowly pumping the familiar red dong. I climbed on top of her to give her some body contact, and found myself getting hard again listening to her moans of pleasure. I teased her with the dildo, keeping her right on the edge of coming, and when I could feel myself harden all the way, I slipped between her legs to give her some of the real thing. She responded by arching her hips to meet mine. I angled my hips to push at her pubic bone and she grabbed my hips. She was going to have a nice one, I thought, so I pumped her deeply, making sure that she felt the full length of my shaft inside her. Her hips stiffened and I felt her bite my shoulder hard. I continued my pace, and she came twice more before finally settling down to the bed. I kissed her lightly until she caught her breath.

I motioned her to roll over on her stomach, and entered her from behind. 

"Ooh, you never do me this way anymore," she murmured.

"When do I have the chance?" I asked her, pushing my hips deeply. Her pussy was still hot, and soon I felt another orgasm building. I pulled her back onto her side, and entered her roughly. She closed her eyes and gripped my hand tightly. I let her come once, and then I increased my own tempo. The feel of my balls dragging on her warm thighs, and her soft ass pressing into my groin was enough to again send me over the edge. Although not as intense as the first one, I came hard, letting out a short yell. I collapsed on top of her, my legs still shaking. 




The Gift That Keeps On...



I kissed her back and neck. "Mmm, just like the old days, eh?" I said.

In response she reached for the cock cage on the nightstand and handed it to me. "No, it's better than the old days," she replied, "wouldn't you agree?" 

I started to protest, saying that she had just gotten some wonderful sex, and that I was happy to have gotten to come twice. She replied that making me wait was what made it seem more wonderful, and besides, I should consider myself lucky that she let me come a second time. "After all, you barely lasted two minutes for the first one. You must have forgotten that you're supposed to be pleasing me, not the other way around."

And once again she helped to squeeze my cock into the chastity cage, closed the stainless steel ring around my balls and clicked the lock shut. 

"Oh, I almost forgot," she mentioned, "I just felt a few drips down my leg. Would you clean me up, please?"

Week 18: My week long birthday fantasy seemed to have turned into a permanent arrangement.

One night she happened to notice me rubbing some cream on the exposed are of my cock, and dabbing a little under the ring. I had long stopped trying to get myself off this way, since in the past it has only led to frustration, a sore cock, and lots of wasted cream; but I found that a little lubrication at night helped ease some of my discomfort. When she offered to help me, I was eager to have her lend a hand, so I lay back on the bed while she massaged the cream around the cage. Her touch being much better than my own, I was soon moaning in pleasure, fervently hoping that she wouldn't stop. 

My wife poured then poured cream on my balls, and massaged them with one hand while she rubbed my cock with the other. I tried not to let her see how excited I was so that she wouldn't stop. Unfortunately, I couldn't keep from thrusting my hips up to meet her strokes. Eyes twinkling, she squeezed my balls more firmly, knowing full well what effect that would have on me.

"Please, please let me come," I begged, "I'm so close... mmm. "

"I don't know," she replied slowly, "you don't seem to enjoy it when I let you come with this thing on."

"Oh, we can take it off, can't we?" I was becoming frantic.

"No, I don't think that's a good idea," she said, but kept rubbing and squeezing. "I don't think that you should get to come so easily. Besides, I'm sure you won't even enjoy it."

My mouth was almost too dry to speak. "Yes, yes, I'll enjoy it, I promise. Please, don't stop, it feels so nice, oh please oh please ...oh oh oh... uunhh..." 

The next thing I knew, I had a few short spasms and the come just dribbled out of me. As usual, it wasn't enough to abate my desire. My wife seemed fascinated by watching my cock leak all that fluid, and kept prodding it. Finally it stopped coming out, leaving a small pool of come on my stomach.

"Not very much," she commented, "you used to shoot so much of it, remember?"

I nodded, remembering how she often gave me hand jobs and I would end up with come as far up as my pillow, or sometimes even the wall. Apparently she remembered that, too.

"No, not very much anymore, I'm afraid," she said, shaking her head, "poor honey, just can't shoot if you can't get it hard, can you?" She bent down to give me a kiss. "Oh, by the way," she added, "I don't remember giving you permission to come, so I hope you realize what this means." 

Damn it, I thought to myself, probably an extra week until she lets me out again. Ignoring the pained expression on my face, she just draped a towel over me and left the room.

Week 19: Silly me – I was supposed to be enjoying this.

A few days later I came home early and picked up the mail. There was a small package addressed to her from a company that I recognized as an adult products mail order house. I was curious, but couldn't figure out a way to open the package without leaving a trace. I left it on her dresser. Later on, after she had come home, I saw that the package was gone, but she didn't say anything about it. That night, I mentioned it when I was giving her a foot rub. 

"Oh, it's just a little something that I thought looked interesting," she replied mysteriously, "you'll find out on my next day off," and dropped the subject. 

Her next day off was in two more days. Eagerly arising, I fixed her some coffee and toast and I hopped into the shower while she ate. I realized that she didn't give me the key before I took my shower, but she sometimes likes to tease me by letting me think that she "forgot". I slipped into the bed, and she was already waiting for me. 

"Here, eat me," she commanded, holding my head in her hands. I proceeded to lick her gently. "No, harder," she said, "make me nice and wet." 

I thrust my tongue into her, drawing it up her clit in long, firm strokes. She came quickly, bucking her hips. "Oh, that was so nice. You don't know how much I've come to appreciate your tongue these last few months."

"It seems like you only appreciate my tongue," I complained.

"Oh no," she assured me, "I love your cock inside me, too. It's just that it's such a hassle to unlock you, let you out of your cage, and then lock you back up again." She pushed me onto my back. "That's why I have something for you," she explained. 

Reaching under her pillow, she brought out a realistic looking dildo, only slightly bigger than my own cock.. Handing it to me, I saw that the front end was solid, but the other end was hollow. 

"It's a penis extension. You want me to put this on?", I asked, incredulously, "I won't feel a thing!" Looking it over again, I said, "Besides, if you like my cock so much, then why do we need an extension? You already tell me that I hurt you sometimes as it is!"

"Silly," she replied, "of course you wouldn't need one - normally." She took the extension from my hands and leaned in close to my face. She gave me a deep kiss and whispered "But we don't have a normal arrangement anymore, do we?"

She sat astride my legs and rolled the hollow part up like the end of a sock. Then she placed it over my cage and unrolled it. It fit perfectly, and the tight rubber held it firmly in place. I could see the outline of the steel cage at the base, but otherwise, it looked like I had a full erection.

"Oh my," she said as she stroked it, "it feels so lifelike. I'm sure it will feel as good as it looks, too." Quickly she positioned herself over it and lowered her pussy onto the shaft. I could feel pressure, but no warmth, no friction.

"Hey," I complained, moving my hips, "what the hell is this?"

She was already pressing her hips to mine in pleasure. "Ooh, honey, it feels just like yours. So nice and deep, too." She continued to grind her hips onto mine. I reached up to her to fondle her breasts and waist, to hold her ass. I knew we were fucking, but I couldn't feel it. This was worse than wearing her strap-on, worse than anything I could have imagined. The feeling was absolutely maddening, and I began to pump my hips frantically in order to feel something – anything.

"Oh, yeah, just like that," she mumbled, oblivious to my own frustration, "I can feel the bumps from the cage inside me, it's wonderful!" She leaned her head back and shuddered softly as she came. "Oh, that was nice. Much better than having you just stick some old dildo inside of me. I wish I had known about this months ago."

She dismounted and lay down next to me, pulling me on top of her. Hoping that this was a temporary distraction, I carefully thrust into her. She was so wet that I, that is, the extension slid in effortlessly. Her legs immediate wrapped around my waist, and I proceeded to pound into her, half in lust, half in frustration. Before long she was biting my shoulder and pushing her own hips hard into me. We fucked this way until I lost count of how many times she came. Finally she seemed to relax, so I pushed her onto her side so that I could enter her from behind. My wife just closed her eyes and gripped my hand as I plunged into her, filling her deeply. I still couldn't feel anything but some slight rubbing and the pressure on the ring around my cage. I had hoped that in this position I could make my balls rub on her thigh enough to stimulate me, but after a few minutes it was obvious that there was no way that I could come with this extension on. My wife, however, had no problem coming, and did so a few more times before she asked to get on top again.

I started to complain, but she reminded me that the week before I had come without permission, so I had to accept my punishment. She seemed to get excited by telling me this, and she came quietly. She placed her hands on my shoulders and leaned forward to kiss me. I was a wreck, of course, but she placed a finger on my lips.

"That was wonderful. It felt so real, and there's no danger of you coming before I give you permission. Wouldn't you say that that is a good thing?" 

I nodded, unsure of where this was going, but sure that they weren't going well.

"And I kind of miss just being able to have a quickie, don't you?"

Still unsure, I nodded again.

"I'm glad you feel that way, because I was thinking that lately I might not be too tired to have a nice fucking at night. I miss that, don't you?" For emphasis, she ground her hips into me.

Again I nodded – this really was not sounding better.

"The only problem is that it's such a hassle to unlock you at night. Then you're too excited anyway, and you either try too hard to hold back and it breaks my rhythm, or worse, you come too fast, and that's not fair to me – especially since when I punish you, I'm only punishing myself. Don't you agree?" She squeezed my balls firmly.

This was looking bad again. "Umm, yes, er, no, er..." 

She silenced me with a kiss. "But now we can have some whenever we want. With this little extension, we could have a quickie, and there's no unlocking, no cleaning up, and best of all, you can fuck me for as long as I want some, and I'll never have to worry again about you getting overheated. Doesn't that sound like a great idea?"

"A great idea for who?" I asked with my heart in my stomach.

"And to think that this is all because you wanted a little teasing for your birthday a few months ago. Thank you, darling, for a present that is giving me so much pleasure to give you." She leaned down to kiss me again.

A few months? It was well into five months! This was looking decidedly bad. "Um, you mean that we'll use this to have a quickie, or sometimes at night, and on your days off we'll still unlock me so I can get some, right?" I nudged her again, "Right?"

She looked down at me, smiling. 

"Silly," was her only reply.