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A First

By: extremystique



It was late and I was tired. All I wanted was to get in my truck, go home and curl up on the screen porch with a good book. As I started the truck I realized that there was something tucked under the windshield wiper. I got out, pulling the paper from beneath the blade and unfolding it. As I read the words I felt a chill. It was an address, nothing more, but I knew exactly what it meant. I looked around the darkening parking lot even though I knew that he wouldn't be there. I got back in the truck and lit a cigarette, knowing what I should do, yet there was a part of me that couldn't I couldn't convince to ignore the note.

The phone rang a few times before my husband answered lazily. "Hey babe." He said, sounding as though he may have been sleeping.

"Hey." I replied, a bit unsure. "Sandy called a while ago. She and the girls are going for drinks and wanted to know if we would join them."

"Oh yeah?" he replied, thinking it over. "Do you want to go?" he asked.

I could tell from his voice that he wasn't in the mood to go out. I couldn't blame him. His long hours and early mornings left him wanting to do nothing more than crash once he returned home from work.

"We don't have to go." I said quickly, saving him the trouble. "I just thought it would be a nice break."

"Well," he said thoughtfully. "Why don't you go ahead; I'm pretty wiped."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "I won't be too long, just stay for a couple and then head home."

"Go ahead, babe." He said, happy to have been let off the hook.

I smiled a bit. I love my husband to death, but he can be rather predictable.

"Okay." I sighed. "I'll see you later on. I love you."

"Love you too." He responded as he disconnected the call.

I sat in the truck looking at the note. I should go home now and stay out of the trouble that was surely at the location on the paper in my hand.

I took out my Blackberry and logged into my Yahoo account. Sure enough, he had left a note earlier in the day.

"Andrea, I'll be in town later. You'll know where to find me if you want to.

I'll be there as soon as I can. Geoff

I turned on the GPS and entered the address from the note. As soon as I read the detailed directions I knew where he was sending me. I was excited and sick to my stomach all at once. It was a biker bar, and a seedy one at that. I'd never been inside, but I had driven by many times, and wondered what went on behind the darkened windows. There were always plenty of bikes in the lot, but in all the times that I'd passed by, I had never seen anyone entering or exiting.

The tires of my truck crunched on the asphalt as I drove into the parking lot. It was only 7:30, but it was overcast and already dark. I looked at the collection of bikes in the lot around me. I couldn't remember what Geoff's looked like. I probably wouldn't have found it anyway for all that were there. I thought about staying in the truck until he showed up. He obviously remembered what I drove. I wondered how he had found my office, but then realized that I wasn't in a big city, and there probably weren't too many accounting firms with green trucks in the parking lot. It probably hadn't taken him too long to find me. I supposed that if he left the note, then obviously he was already in town and already at the bar waiting for me. If he wasn't inside, I would have to wait alone for him; not a thought that I cherished. He set me up but good, knowing that I had a fantasy about biker bars. The line between fantasy and reality however, was a bit too definite for me to cross on my own. I'd known plenty of bikers in my time, and though some were just as pleasant as can be, others were rude, crude, and socially unacceptable. I didn't relish the thought of having to share the company of the latter while awaiting Geoff's arrival.

After fifteen minutes I still hadn't seen anyone enter or exit the bar. "Surely he's already inside." I thought, only half convincing myself. I touched up my make up in the rear-view mirror and ran my fingers through my hair. I stuffed my wallet in the back pocket of my Levis and opened the driver's door. "How bad could it be?" I thought. I reminded myself not to ask that question under any sort of alarming circumstances and headed for the bar.

It was smoke-filled and a bit loud inside. The juke was blaring biker bar appropriate tunes; Stevie Ray was lamenting about the sky crying. "At least the music was good." I thought as I crossed to the bar. I looked around the room as I chose a stool far away from the other patrons. I was not lucky enough to find Geoff waiting patiently at a table. There were only about ten other people in the bar, and to my dismay, they were all men, all big and scary looking, and all looking at me.

I took a seat on the bar stool and looked at the bartender who smiled back at me yet made no move in my direction. I nodded, he stared, we smiled, and I knew I was in it up to my bootstraps.

"Hey." I said, trying to sound like a bit more than a mouse. "Think I might get a beer?"

I lit up a cigarette, hoping like hell that my shaking hands weren't too visible. I looked back at the bartender who simply stared at me some more. After another moment he walked toward me and then continued on as though I wasn't there. He came from behind the bar and walked to a door across the room. He knocked, waited a moment, and then, apparently given permission to enter, opened the door and disappeared. After a few minutes another man came out. He looked in my direction and headed toward the end of the bar. Perhaps only he could serve women. Perhaps I had offended the previous man. Perhaps I was ready to leave before it got worse than it was already.

"You're a dumb-ass for even coming here alone." I told myself. 

I watched the new guy walk behind the bar and was relieved to see that he was smiling as he walked the length of the bar and stopped directly in front of me. Maybe I'd been too quick to judge.

"Evening'" I said, returning his smile. "Could I get a Newcastle please?" 

He chuckled. He reached into the beer cooler and brought out a Budweiser. He popped the top and placed it on the bar in front of me without a word. I should have known better than to ask for an import here. I thought as I reached for the bottle. The bartender watched as I took a hesitant sip before returning the bottle to the bar. He smiled at me and turned away.

I looked around, taking in my surroundings. It was a typical dive, smelling of smoke, stale beer, and testosterone. At the far end was a small stage area. On the stage was one of the most beautiful bikes I'd ever seen. Unlike everything else around me, the bike gleamed under the glare of the lighting. The chrome had surely been polished with a loving hand. It seemed an odd piece of artwork to sit upon a stage, but then I was in the company of men who often treated their bikes better than the women that they claimed to love. I could understand it. I'd never given bikes much thought until somewhere around my thirtieth birthday. I was enthralled with them now, wanting more than anything to be able to feel that power as I rode through the wind. I could only imagine the freedom that came with riding. My husband was fond of telling men that I got wet any time I heard the purr of a motorcycle these days. He'd think me insane for even entering a place like this, but he would understand it all too well.

I turned back to the bar to find the bartender staring at me. There was a shot of amber liquid next to my beer. I looked around, expecting to see Geoff, thinking that surely he had been the one to purchase the drink for me. He was nowhere to be seen. "Great." I thought. "Now I've picked up an admirer." I looked at the bartender, my eyebrow raised in question. From the steady glare, I could tell that his reply would not be forthcoming. He raised his eyes over my shoulder and grinned. I looked over his shoulder into the grimy mirror and saw what he was grinning at. There were three men standing behind me. Lost in my own thoughts I hadn't heard them approach.

"You looked thirsty." The bartender spoke. "My friends thought you might need a drink."

I was almost surprised by his words, having thought that perhaps he was unable to speak since he had been silent until now. I turned, looking at the men behind me.

"That's awfully nice of you." I said with a smile "but I'm waiting for someone."

I turned back to the bartender to find the man no longer smiling. He pushed the shot toward me. It was apparently not in good form to refuse a drink in this joint. I watched the mirror over his shoulder as the men behind me stepped closer. I could hear them breathing now. I reached for the shot, my hand trembling slightly. Raising the glass to the bartender I took it in one gulp, immediately feeling the burn as the liquid hit the back of my throat. I heard a chuckle behind me as I nearly gagged from the foul liquid. I prayed that I wouldn't vomit on the bar. I swallowed, nearly tearing up as my system fought to refuse the bile. I immediately reached for the beer to chase it down. The Bud tasted like Crystal compared to what it followed. I managed to somehow keep it down. I turned to the men behind me, smiling, and nodded my quick thanks, unsure if an attempt to speak might result in a sickening mess. When I turned back to the bar the shot glass had been topped off again. "Shit, shit, shit!" I thought, kicking myself for ever wandering into this place unescorted. I swore to give Geoff a piece of what might be left of my mind whenever he had the nerve to show his face.

"I really appreciate the drinks." I tried, looking again at the bartender. "But I'm meeting someone here."

"Drink up." said a voice so close behind me that I nearly jumped out of my skin.

I turned to see a face at my shoulder, grinning. His breath smelled of cigarettes and liquor. His smile, or perhaps I should call it a leer, was a little too close for comfort. He reached for the shot glass, his face perilously close to mine, and handed it to me. I took the glass and smiled nervously. Wishing that I could pinch my nose shut I brought the glass to my lips. The smell hit me first, sending my gut into spasms of rejection. I drank. Since the first shot had apparently burned away my taste buds, it really wasn't as bad the second time around. I fought to keep it down. Setting the empty on the bar, I murmured a thank you in the direction of the face that had appeared over my shoulder.

I took another long swig of beer, hoping to quell the fire that seemed to be burning my throat to ash. I fumbled in my pocket for my cigarettes. "Fight fire with fire." I thought to myself. The lighter trembled in my hands as I tried to light the cigarette. The bartender grabbed my hand and steadied it; bringing the flame to the unlit tip. He caught my gaze as I inhaled deeply. "Now you're really fucked." I thought to myself. I suddenly regretted having worked through lunch. Perhaps I'd have been alright if I hadn't skipped breakfast as well. My head was fuzzy as the poison in my stomach began to leech its way into my system.

"Ready?" the bartender asked, pushing the shot glass toward me yet again.

"Thanks, but I think I'll pass on this round." I said, smiling.

"It's rude to refuse a drink from the owner of the establishment." said a raspy voice from behind me.

I turned around to find the source standing at my shoulder. I nearly fell off the stool as I backed away in surprise. He was too close for comfort, and his eyes were too dark to be human. He reached out and grabbed my arm as I tried to catch myself on the bar. He steadied me on the stool.

"Careful little girl." He snickered. "You might get yourself hurt."

I felt my stomach drop at the thinly veiled threat. His fingers dug into my arm like a vice. His smile wasn't that of a gentleman. I pulled my arm back and stepped down from the stool.

"Thanks for the drinks." I stammered, grabbing my cigarettes from the bar. "I really should get going."

I pulled my wallet from the back pocket of my jeans and turned to the bartender. I tossed a credit card on the bar.

"Sorry, darlin'." He said smiling. "We don't accept plastic here."

I almost laughed at the statement. I dug into my wallet hoping to find some cash, knowing that I wouldn't.

"I guess I'll be waiting a little longer for my friend in that case." I said, climbing back up to my stool.

The man standing behind me stepped in close as I sat down. He eyed me hungrily, greedily, and blatantly, a smile on his lips.

"Perhaps we could work something out." He said, licking his lips.

"I think I'll wait for my friend." I said nervously.

"I don't allow loitering in my bar." He responded. "Drink, settle up, or provide a little entertainment to pass the time."

I felt sick all over again. I grabbed the near empty beer bottle and sipped at the dregs.

"I'll drink thanks." I said as I leaned on the bar in order to put some space between us.

I wasn't surprised when the bartender pushed the shot glass toward me again. I grabbed the glass and shot the foul liquid. The burn was gone and the taste didn't seem nearly as foul as the first.

I sat staring at the mirror behind the bar. With the exception of the owner, the men had returned to their seats. The owner sat at the bar next to me, his eyes burning into my flesh. I was gratefully beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol by this time. My head was comfortably numb and my limbs felt a bit like silly putty. It wasn't such a bad feeling. I smoked cigarette after cigarette as I waited. The bartender or the owner was kind enough to light each when my coordination failed me.

Someone had started the juke box again; a steady stream of raucous rock assaulted my senses. I cringed as the volume was cranked up to an ear splitting level. I needed to use the restroom, but wasn't sure that I wanted to venture down the darkened hall where they were located. Following my gaze, the owner grinned, apparently realizing my predicament.

"Go ahead." He said, nodding toward the hallway. "Those guys won't bother you."

"Uh huh." I mumbled unconvinced. "I'm sure they're all perfect gentlemen."

He stood up, stepping close to my stool. He put his hand on my lower back to guide me off the seat.

"Trust me." He said. "They won't bother you."

I stood up, more to escape the heat of his touch than out of trust. I raised my chin defiantly and headed for the bathroom. Eyes followed me every step of the way, but as he had promised, no one bothered me. I entered the bathroom, surprised to find it neat, clean, and brightly lit. As I stood by the sink, washing my hands and finishing up, I looked in the mirror. My eyelids were a bit droopy from the effects of the alcohol, but other than that I looked okay. I cursed Geoff. I hated being stood up.

"Fuck it." I said to myself. "I'm here, I've got a decent buzz, and the proprietor looks pretty damned hot."

I walked out of the restroom to find the owner leaning against the wall. I paused outside the door, feeling his eyes on me. I returned the gaze, helping myself to the view from his dark eyes all the way down to the toes of his scuffed Ropers. "You might as well have some fun with this." I thought to myself. He seemed to pick up on my change of attitude. He watched me, apparently waiting to see what I would do next.

"I think I'd like another drink now." I said as I stepped across the hall to stand in front of him.

"I'm afraid you can't afford another drink." He said, pushing away from the wall. "You don't seem to have any cash if I recall correctly."

"Then I guess I'll just have to provide some entertainment." I said in a whisper.

He eyed me up and down, shaking his head. He stepped toward me, his face very close to mine. His hands were on me before I saw it coming. His touch was hard and rough. My breath caught in my throat and I wondered if I'd gotten into something that I might not be able to get out of. I opened my mouth to speak and he took it as an invitation. His mouth was on mine, his teeth grinding against my lips. He thrust his tongue between my lips forcefully. I pulled back only to find myself up against the wall. As his hands found my breasts I felt my resistance draining. He squeezed my nipples hard, causing me to gasp. He kissed me harder, devouring my mouth with insistence. He rolled my nipples expertly, increasing the pressure as they hardened to his touch. I felt the numbing effects of the alcohol overtake my caution as I reacted to him. I hadn't been handled by a man in a very long time. It felt good; too good. I found his hips and pulled him against me. I could feel his hard sex straining against his jeans as our hips met. I ground against him, feeling a wanting growing inside me. He pressed harder against me, rubbing and grinding. His hand slid down my stomach and found the front of my jeans. He expertly unbuttoned them with one hand and yanked the zipper down. I felt the heat of his touch as he drove his hand beneath the fabric, searching out my sex. I groaned into his mouth as his fingers slipped between my lips and pressed into me.

"You're fucking soaked." He said, pulling back to look at my face. "You want it bad don't you?"

"Yes." I breathed, barely able to speak.

He leaned forward, his tongue sliding over my throat. He nipped at my ear, his teeth grazing the soft skin.

"You're a hot little slut, aren't you?" he asked. "Just a hot little slut, looking for a good fuck, right?"

I said nothing, my attention focused on the feeling of his fingers driving hard into my sex. I couldn't breath. I knew I had bitten off a bit more than I could chew with this one.

"Answer me." he growled in my ear. 

"Yes." I managed.

"Yes what." He said, slamming me back against the wall hard.

"Yes, I'm a slut." I gasped, fear now taking a firm grasp in my gut.

He yanked his hand from my jeans, pressing me against the wall with his weight. I couldn't breath. I kicked myself silently for thinking that the whole tough Yankee bitch attitude would fly with this guy.

"We know what to do with sluts like you around here." He said. "We know exactly what you need."

His tongue snaked across my skin, hot and wet. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the bar as I tried to button my jeans with one hand.

"Our little slut's ready for another shot." He said to the bartender.

The man smiled too big as he poured a shot into the glass and pushed it toward me. I took the glass and drank it back, wondering if I could be lucky enough to pass out.

"What a good little girl." The owner said with a grin.

"Don't fucking call me a little girl you bastard." I growled at him, reacting to the phrase before I could think better of it.

He yanked me across the room and toward the stage. "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!" My brain screamed. I admonished myself repeatedly. I had offered up entertainment, and he was going to hold me to it.

"Sit down." He said, dragging me up on the stage.

I looked at him questioningly; there was no place to sit.

"On the bike." He said, smiling.

I looked at the bike wondering what kind of fucked up game he was playing. I threw a leg over the seat and sat down, leaning back against the tall chrome sissy bar. I made a mental note not to call it such out loud.

His hands were hard as he rubbed my breasts, my crotch, and squeezed my thighs. He smiled as my body reacted to his touch without considering the thoughts currently running through my head. Scared or not, he felt good to me. Too many years with a lover who touched me as if I were made of glass had left an emptiness that ached to be filled. I let myself relax a little as his hands traveled over my body, grabbing, squeezing, and pressing in all the right spots. I looked toward the bar and was not surprised to find all eyes on us. I felt a jolt of excitement in spite of myself. I enjoyed the attention. It fueled the adrenaline that pumped furiously through my veins. I leaned back, closing my eyes as his hands worked over my body.


A First...



Last week, as I packed for a quick overnight business trip, I was excited and just a bit anxious. I recently started a new position, and for the first time, was representing my company on my own. Little did I know that this was not to be the only "first" of my trip.

My husband and I have been working through his infidelity, and as a result, we have really improved the communication of our deepest feelings and desires. Recently, I admitted to some bi-curious thoughts, and he suggested that sometime soon we go somewhere to people watch and discuss what types each other found attractive.

As I sat at the airport with the usual long wait for my plane, I thought back to our conversation about people watching. I texted my husband and suggested that the airport would be a great place to people watch.  I began looking nearby and described a nice-looking young couple, a hot young man, and a very attractive woman about my age.   

As my husband and I texted back and forth, I described her to him, "she is about my height, has olive skin, long dark hair and very dark eyes. She is wearing a low-cut blouse that displays very nice cleavage, and has a nice round ass." As she sat in the seat next to me, I noticed her perfume was also very captivating...

My husband said it sounded like I was "very intrigued", and after thinking about it, I realized I was. As we chatted and waited for time to board, we discovered that we were sitting in the same row on the plane. She admitted this was her first time flying and she was rather nervous. We continued to get to know as we boarded the plane. The flight was not a very long one and I had to admit that I was beginning to like her. 

Our conversation continued after we settled in our seats, and I discovered our hotels were very close to one another. I had already rented a car, and nervously offered to give her a ride to her hotel, to save her from hailing a cab. We landed late in the afternoon, and as we drove to her hotel, we noticed there was a sports bar located in mine, and decided to meet there later for drinks and grab some dinner so we weren't eating alone in a strange city. I was excited about spending more time with her and quickly checked in to my room. 

Later as we sat at the bar and after a few beers, I realized I had begun to really open up to my new friend. I told her about my husband's affair. She began discussing her failed relationships including one with another woman. After couple more beers, I admitted I had been somewhat curious about what I would be like to be with another woman sexually. 

I had also been texting my husband throughout the evening. I explained that I was getting excited by the direction the conversation was going with this fascinating woman I was getting to know. I know he was intrigued by what was building between me and my new friend. I began to get nervous and suggested to him that I should call it a night. He reassured me that I should "have a good time, enjoy what's going on". 

About this time, I realized she had placed her had on my thigh. I texted this to my husband and he asked me if I like having it there. I admitted I did. I really wished he was with me as a threesome is one of the fantasies we had discussed. My husband asked me if my panties were wet, and I had to admit they were.  She was so easy to talk to and really seemed to empathize with what I had been going through. I had to admit that I was very turned on by the thought of touching her.

I told her I should probably get her back to her hotel so I could head back to my room to bath and settle down for the night. She suggested I escort her to her room. Once there, she gave me the quick tour and we laughed at how much all hotel rooms are alike. I turned to her to say good night and realized were standing only inches apart. We just looked at each other for minute. I had had a lot to drink and was feeling a little fussy headed, or maybe it was just being so close that I could almost feel her.

She reached for my face and gently touched my hair. She said she was so sorry for what I had been going through and that I deserved to think about myself for a change. I do not think I breathed as she leaned in and kissed me gently on the lips. Her lips were so soft and she smelled so good. I realized I had closed my eyes and had slightly opened my mouth.  She pulled back and asked if I was okay. I responded by gently placing my hand on her head and pulling her toward me. 

As we kissed again I felt her tongue lightly touch my lips. My breath caught in my throat as I opened my mouth and let her in. We kissed passionately for what seemed like ten minutes but was probably more like two. As we kissed, she began to run her hands over my breasts and I realized I was unbuttoning her blouse. Her skin was so soft and as she removed her bra I finally got to see those beautiful breasts that had been peeking out of her top all evening. 

I stupidly just froze as I was not certain what to do next. She gave me a sweet smile and took my hand in hers. She placed my hand on her breast. She whispered in my ear, "just do what feels right". I began to gently massage her soft, firm breast and then lightly squeeze her already erect nipple. As I was working her breasts, she removed by top and bra and began to do the same to me. I was so excited. The small thong underwear I had on was not enough to absorb the wetness of my pussy. 

She gently turned me around so my back was to the bed. She then lowered me down to the bed as she began kissing me again. I stiffened for a moment as I began to overthink what was happening. She read my body language and lay next me looking me in the eyes. She said, "only what you are comfortable with...remember tonight is all about you". I ran my hand up the inside of her thigh to let her know I was okay.

She began kissing me again and then ran her tongue down my neck to my breast. She lightly kissed and then licked each one. It felt so good I thought I would cum right then, but she was not done. She began kissing down my stomach and I realized she was unfastening my pants. As she continuing giving me sweet kisses across my hips, she slid my pants past my ass. 

I hate to admit it but I panicked. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her up to me. With tears in my eyes, I said "I can't". She said, "I told you it was all up to you. I just want to make you happy." As she spoke, she ran her hand across my breasts and squeezed each nipple in turn just enough. I let a moan escape my throat. 

She whispered, "just close your eyes concentrate on what you feel...physically feel."

I did as she instructed as she ran her hand down my stomach and then up my thigh. As she gently brushed my pussy, I gasped. Then she began to lightly touch, almost tease, my pussy. I was so eager for her to rub my clit that I began to shift my hips. Just as I thought I could not wait any longer, she began to rub my clit, round and round. My pussy was dripping wet. She slid her finger into my wetness and began to finger me with first one then two fingers. It was not long before I began to cum so hard I thought my heart would jump out of my chest. 

She lay down next to me, and I as I caught my breath I began to wonder what I should do next. I felt I should do something for her after the wonderful gift she had just given me. But, I was afraid.  I had never touched another woman's pussy before. Would I do the right thing? Would I know what she would like? 

I turned to her and began running my hand along the inside of her thigh. As I brushed my hand between her legs I realized she was so wet she had soaked through the pants she was still wearing. I know she realized I was nervous and unsure. 

She gently took my hand in hers and said, "no baby, tonight was about you." 

I nodded and gently kissed her. She tasted so sweet that I almost through all my inhibitions away and pushed her back on the bed. She seemed to know me better than I knew myself at that moment and began to gather my clothes and help me dress. We promised to stay in touch and I slowly made my way out of her hotel room.

Excited, scared, unsure of what had just happened I could not wait to text my husband. I knew he had been anxiously awaiting the details of what had happened. I returned to my hotel room, stripped down and lay naked across the king size bed. I felt so lonely for a moment. Then I began sharing my story with the man I love and realized this experience had truly been a good thing. What would have made it so much better would have been to have him there to watch, to participate, both? Next time...



A first.



I am bored, and for that, I feel guilty.

My knees are hurting, the seemingly plush carpet feeling like concrete as I kneel, staring at my own shadow on the wall. 

The boredom has only crept up in the past few seconds, and is secondary to my other emotions. Excitement, fear, arousal, curiosity. 

I take a sidelong glance towards the door, already breaking the rules, but you are not in the room, and I am not necessarily well trained. I am, however, careful not to move my head, only my eyes. It is not my intention to disappoint you, and so I avoid blatantly disobeying. 

I take a deep breath, the muscles in my thighs aching from holding this lewd position. 

I hear something. A creak. The house groaning in its old age, or your footsteps? I am unsure, but I direct my attention back towards the blank canvas of the wall, doing my best to ignore the doorway and your return.

I paint pictures of my expectations for this evening on the wall with my mind, wondering if this, our first experimentation with the dominant and submissive aspects of our personalities; will at all resemble our hopes. 

It feels like hours ago that you watched me shed my clothes, fold them neatly, and fall to my knees. Back straight, arms folded behind, chest pushed out, eyes level and looking straight ahead. It is unlikely to have been more than a quarter of an hour, and even that may be an exaggeration.

My daydreaming is interrupted by a familiar sensation, and without thinking, I look down in embarrassment. I have become overexcited, as I always do when you are in the immediate vicinity. You constantly reassure me that my lubrication is not at all shameful, and instead, really rather endearing. Nevertheless, I still cannot help but blush as I watch the slow trickle down my thigh. I panic, snapping my head back into its instructed position as I hear yet another creak somewhere about the house. 

Staring back at the wall, I decide I will tell you that I have been disobedient. You will appreciate, and expect the honesty from me. 

I am terribly unsure as to whether or not I want you to punish me for my bad behaviour. My arousal increases tenfold and my nipples harden at the thought of being bent over your knee and spanked for not following the first, and so far, the only instructions you have given me. 

I try to quell both the excitement and the guilt, convincing myself that you are not expecting perfection; if it were all too easy; it would not be any fun.

I grow used to the ache in my legs, straining my ears, wondering what you are doing without me. 

You surprise me when you enter. So much so that I almost jump and turn my head towards you. Only my eyes betray me, and I realize I am misbehaving too late. 

You chuckle, stroking my left cheek gently. 

"It didn't take you very long to slip up, did it?" You ask me, and I long to see the playful grin shining in your eyes.

"No Sir." 

"Was there anything else?"

You know me too well. An expression of mingled fear and disappointment crosses my face, as once more, it takes all of my energy to control my urge to make eye contact.

"Yes, Sir." I say with a sigh. 

Seeing my distress, you pull over the desk chair and take a seat, leaning over, face to face with me.

"And what did you do?" You ask. Now I am desperate to look away. Your gaze makes my mistake all the more prevalent, and I feel like a thorough disappointment to the both of us. 

"I looked down, Sir, I was distracted, by..." I trail off, absentmindedly looking down once more, as I confirm the situation has only worsened with your presence. 

You laugh again, sending tingles down my spine, your hand under my chin guides my head back into place. 

"O-Uh, s-sorry!" I stutter, cursing myself for screwing up again, but feeling relieved as I see the smile in your eyes. 

You kiss me, your lips hard and demanding as I sigh, lost in the sensation of your tongue exploring my mouth. The pain I had felt in my legs is long gone and forgotten.

You break the kiss and I slowly open my eyes, holding onto the moment as I anticipate what will happen next. 

"I left you here to decide if this is what you really want." You tell me. And as I search your eyes for doubt, or sadness, I find only slight concern, love, and excitement. This is enough to reassure me of my choice. 

"This is what I want, Sir." 

The words barely left my lips, your strike landing so quickly that I register first the sound, then the pain. Completely forgetting your orders, I reach up and hold my burning cheek. I am open mouthed in disbelief, my breath ragged as my tears trace their way down to drip from my chin, and continue their descent across the pale skin of my breasts. 

Choking as I struggle to regulate my breathing, I look into your eyes. You are thoroughly satisfied, and I follow the movement of your hand to your crotch, where you are unfastening your belt, your erection quite conspicuously bulging against the denim of your jeans. 

I do not wipe the tears from my face as I straighten myself, resuming my position. I do not even look directly at you as I hear the unzipping of your fly, and see in the corner of my eye the movement of your masturbation.

Sniffling quietly, the skin of my cheek on fire where you have slapped me, I feel my clitoris throbbing in excitement. "This is what I want" I think to myself. 

I desperately hope that my surprised reaction has not cost me my reward.



A First Affair



All this occurred some thirteen years ago, "BC": Before Computers, that is... At least it was for me. I was then, and still am, very happily married. Kim is a most wonderful wife and companion. Back then, we had four young boys at home. All was well, and life was good raising our growing family. There was, however, for me one big problem in our marriage: with our hectic lives, "sex-at-home" had all but dried up. I was horny as hell, and more than a little frustrated. 

Before our marriage, especially during years attending university, I'd had a very active and rather wild sex life... Sexually, I yearned for those "good old days." I fantasized about meeting someone "just for sex..." But recoiled at the idea of seeking out a "pro..." I wondered about another couple... I'd fantasize about it, and often masturbated alone late into the night. 

In those days I occasionally read through the "Companions Wanted" ads in the Classifieds section of our local city newspaper... I'd never cheated on Kim before, yet I often found myself wondering what it might be like if... If only... 

One particular evening I saw an ad from a couple close to my own age. They lived in Tilbury, another small town about an hour up the road. Their ad said that they were looking for a "single or married male" for "friendship and discrete adult fun."

My imagination went into overdrive! That ad seemed to be speaking directly to me. Not without a little trepidation, I wrote a short reply giving my private work telephone number and best time to call, and sent it back to the given newspaper Classifieds mailbox.

Several days went by and I became convinced that the couple must have found someone else. I was more than a little disappointed, but also faintly relieved. As a professional in a small town I knew that I had a lot to loose... 

Then, just as I was leaving the office for the day that fateful Friday evening, the phone rang. 

"Are you the one who responded to our newspaper ad?" she asked after I identified myself. My heart nearly leapt out of my chest! I really wasn't expecting a female voice...

"Yes... err... Yes, I'm Tony... " I stammered. 

I'm sure that she could hear the instant nerves - and excitement - in my voice. 

Lynn's voice was so friendly, bubbly and bright that she soon put me at my ease. We chatted about inconsequential things for several minutes, and her husband Garry, joined the conversation on an extension phone.

They told me that they were looking for a man to share masturbation with them. Because they were concerned about STD (even back then) and she wasn't on the pill, they were looking for a guy who enjoyed masturbation and would join them in mutual masturbation, and possibly oral sex... To me, this seemed a perfect way to "try out" my fantasy. I jumped at the opportunity. We chatted about what we liked and wanted. 

Before we hung up, they said that they wanted to think about it, talk it over between themselves, and would get back to me. They arranged to phone again on Monday evening. 

I'm sure that I sported a hard-on most of that weekend - and jerked off several times. Even so, getting to meet Lynn & Garry was far from a certainty. But I liked their caution. 

As arranged, shortly after everyone else had gone home on Monday evening, the office phone rang again. It was Lynn: good to her word. She and Garry had talked it over, and would like to meet me. Then they told me their story. 

About a year earlier, one of their best friends, Paul, had gone through a very rocky time in his marriage. So much so, that he had left home and temporarily moved in with Garry and Lynn. Lynn became very attracted to Paul who had become very lonely... and very horny. 

Garry and Lynn had two small girls in primary school. Garry was a High School teacher in a neighbouring small town, and Lynn was a nurse in one of the City Hospitals. Paul worked night shift in one of the car part plants in town. 

Each morning Lynn left early to go to work in The City, then Garry got the girls' breakfast and took them to school on his way to work. A little while later Paul would come "home" from night shift and sleep through the day in the quiet empty house until Garry and the girls came home after school. 

One fateful morning Lynn had switched shifts with a co-worker who needed an "afternoon" off. Lynn had errands to run, so left the house before Paul came "home." She had forgotten to tell Paul that she'd be home that day: but it "really shouldn't have mattered," because Paul would just be asleep in the guest room. 

She arrived home about mid morning, and not wanting to wake Paul, quietly put away the few groceries she had picked up on her way home. She was feeling a bit weary, so decided to go and lie down for an hour or so. 

As she passed the guest room, with door ajar, she heard him moan, then groan, then murmur... At first she thought he might be unwell, but then suddenly realised what she was hearing! 

On his way home that morning Paul had bought himself a "porno" magazine and was enjoying reading and jacking off - thinking he was all alone. 

Lynn had often asked Garry to masturbate himself while she watched. Watching a man jerk off was favourite "fantasy" of hers. In earlier years, Garry had been somewhat self-conscious, and would often loose his erection when asked to "perform" for her. Lately Lynn had not asked - not wanting to embarrass him - but still wishing he would.

Now here was Paul! He was lying on his side facing the door, with an open magazine in front of him. He was totally naked, legs bent up and wide apart, and rigid cock in hand: enjoying what Lynn most wanted to see.

She "knew" that she shouldn't, but just couldn't help stopping to watch. 

Paul was in no hurry (he had all day). Every time he came close, he would stop stimulating and read a little more... In the meantime, as she watched transfixed, Lynn was getting hotter and hornier by the minute. She could feel the rosy flush burning in her cheeks, the lightness in the breath, the delicious tightness of her nipples' hard erection, and a melting, slippery wetness in her pussy: which was starting to soak into her panties. 

This went on for quite a little while. At first she rubbed and tweaked her tingling nipples through her clothing, and then eventually lifted her skirt, moving her sopping panties aside, she started stroked the demanding urge in her heavy, swollen clit. 

For some reason, perhaps Lynn had whimpered or made a sound; Paul got the eerie feeling that he was being watched. He looked up into the crack of the door just in time to see Lynn step aside, hurriedly dropping her skirt. 

Now Paul, unlike Garry, was not at all self-conscious at all. Indeed he was something of an exhibitionist, which apparently was part of the trouble in his rocky marriage. While Lynn was embarrassed and would have run if she could: she knew she'd been caught spying, Paul was intrigued. 

"I'm so sorry, Paul! I... didn't... mean to..." she began, finding the right words hard to come by. And yet all the while, hoping that he would continue for her.

Paul got a drift of the situation very quickly. 

"Hey, Lynn - if you want to watch, that's just fine by me... But don't just stand in the hallway... come on in, and sit on the bed!" he said (or words to that effect).

Almost as though on autopilot, or walking in a dream, Lynn entered the room and sat on his bed. 

His cock had gone down a bit in the interim, but soon sprang to it's full glory as he began to stroke it again. As he did so he began to ask Lynn what she was feeling and thinking. She had to admit that seeing him like that was turning her on immensely, and yes, she would like to masturbate along with him - so long as he promised not to try to take things any further than just masturbation. Paul acceded, so with his encouragement, she shed her clothes and sat back down on the bed and soon both were in the throes of a wonderful, virtually synchronous orgasm. 

His cum was splattered all over his lower chest and belly. As her breathing came back to normal, and eyes back into focus, she reached out to rub his cum into the surrounding skin with the tips of her fingers: she loved the feel of a man's cum. Finally, with a word of thanks, she lent forward and gently kissed Paul on the lips, and fled to her own bedroom, leaving him to clean up. Rather shocked and embarrassed about what she had done on the spur of the moment, so as to speak. She knew that she had to tell Garry, but didn't want to, fearing what may happen.

Late that evening, when they were heading up to bed, the children asleep, and Paul off to work, Lynn told Garry what had happened. She feared that he would be hurt and angry. 

But quite the opposite, he was somewhat intrigued - and excited about it. Later that evening a rather more mature Garry "performed" as Paul had done for his overjoyed wife. Then in the quiet moments that followed he asked that fateful question... 

"Well, was he better than me?..."

Lynn honestly answered that one could not, and should not, compare... They were both so very different...

How different? He pressed her (partly in fun). 

Then she suggested they do it together as a threesome - and he would see for himself!...

And that's how it all began. On the weekend, Lynn approached Paul and told him what "Garry had proposed," and he of course, jumped at the idea!

One thing led to another, and soon Lynn was masturbating Paul and Garry who in turn masturbated her. They got together once or twice a week after that.

Lynn, the minx that she was, began to secretly wonder what it might be like to watch one man masturbate another - but she didn't have the courage to suggest it - yet.

Paul lived with them for about another month. Things worked out in his own marriage and he eventually "moved back home" to his wife and his own children. His wife found out about his "tryst" with Lynn & Garry, she rather suspected that they had done more than just mutual masturbation, when in fact they had not. She had absolutely no desire to join the group and so made Paul promise to put an end to it. 

Although they remained good friends, the days of fun times with Paul, had come to an end.

A few months went by. Garry occasionally jacked off for/with Lynn. Eventually Lynn's imagination got the better of her. After a particularly steamy mutual masturbation session, Lynn asked Garry if he had ever wondered what it would be like to jack off another guy... and could she watch? She feared that he would be repulsed out of hand. But, instead, she was thrilled that he gave it serious thought, and eventually agreed to give it a try for her. Hence their ad in the newspaper Classifieds... 

As it happened, that Friday evening I had a soccer game to referee in their small town. Now, I often went to the pub with a few of the players after the game for a beer or two, so I knew that I had a couple of hours that I would not be missed. Lynn & Garry invited me to come over to their home right after the game... My wife, Kim, had a meeting in our home town that evening, so we already had a baby sitter for the boys.

When I arrived at their home, Lynn greeted me at the door with a hug and a kiss that made me feel as though we had been lovers for years! She was one HOT, horny sexy lady! She was more than a little over weight, not much in terms of physical beauty, but had a passion and fire that any man would die for!

Garry was about my height and weight. He was quiet, even shy, and very good looking with the deepest, softest voice.

We had a drink in their living room and chatted for a while. Garry mentioned that he was starting to have second thoughts about contact between men... He wasn't sure that he was "bi-." He did enjoy the times with Paul, and wanted it to be as it was then, but no more than that... I must admit that I was a little disappointed, because I thought it would be far more fun in a full three-way mutual masturbation. I said as much, but after all was said and done, was happy with whatever...

On the other hand, Lynn responded by intimating that she might want to take it a little beyond just masturbation that evening (she seemed really horney that night) - and Garry seemed quite happy and excited about that too.

Eventually Lynn suggested I might like a shower before we got started - so showed me to the bathroom, and gave me a huge, beach sized towel to wear when I came out. 

Lynn was waiting for me in the kitchen. Garry had already gone on downstairs to their "Den" ahead of us. We kissed briefly, and then she took my hand and led me to the stairs. Halfway down the stairs Lynn suddenly stopped, turned and enfolded me again in her arms. She kissed me with as much passion as I have ever experienced!

Her tongue seemed to probe the depths of my soul. As we kissed, she ground her plump pussy into the growing hardness of my cock. Then she reached down between us to grope and stroke it. I responded by cupping her ample breast in the palm of my hand and kneading deeply whilst my fingertips outlined her pert nipple: which firmed and stood tall under the gentle stroking. Garry seeing what was happening on the stairs came up behind her. Lynn broke the kiss, turned to Garry and stoking his beard said "Shed it, Lover!" He responded by pulling the shirt over his head and unbuckling his belt. I took his lead and began to help Lynn out of her clothes. The two of them were down to underwear before we ever reached the bottom step! 

Lynn, in black lace panties and bra, asked us to sit on the couch while she "performed" for us (her word). She put on music and began a strip routine that would have put an exotic dancer to shame. As Garry and I started rubbing our aching cocks through towel and briefs, she demanded that we "bear all." As I let the towel fall away, bearing all, Garry stood and shed his underwear. I watched in fascination as Garry's cock spring up to almost to slap against his slightly rounded beer belly. The head of his cock, uncut like mine, was almost blue with a vivid red rim around the broad crown of a distinctly mushroom shaped bulb. His shaft was full and turgid with subtle vessels showing just below the surface. His tightly wrinkled scrotum contracted upwards to hold his balls close to the base of his cock, thickening the appearance of his copious brown and curly bush. He gasped softly and then let out a long sigh as he enveloped the shaft in a full-fisted grip and stroked it slowly up and down. I was mesmerized and enthralled and followed suit. 

Lynn, realizing the competition for attention, shifted gears. She shed her bra and started playing with her very erect nipples, which seized my complete attention once again. Her hips swayed in time with the music and simulating the thrust and parry of sensuous coitus. She gazed deeply into our eyes, and seeing my abundant raw lust, she smiled at me. Then, while still thrusting and swaying to the music, she turned and bent over. The thin fabric of her panties stretched tight over her firm buns and slid deeply into the aromatic crack between them, framing the base of her plump pussy. A moist patch was evident where the fabric hugged her puffy pussy lips. Reaching between her legs she stoked silky soft inside of her thigh and upon reaching the damp fabric pulled it aside to show us her pouting vulva lips, moist and blushing a light rosy colour. She had shaved her pussy lips, leaving an ample pubic patch above, which now showed in silhouette around her glorious sex. She was so close to me that I could clearly smell the heady, musky odour of her excitement. I reached out to touch her, but "no touch!" she demanded to be left alone until she had finished her dance. 

At last she peeled off her panties and started rubbing her crotch. My cock twitched its approval. Seeing my lust, she coyly slid one finger and then another into her soaking snatch. The misty, far-away look in her eyes told me that she was really getting off on masturbating for (and with) us. 

As the third song ended she abruptly sat between Garry and me. As she did so, she grabbed our now aching-hard cocks, one in each hand, and began slow full length stroking, interspersed with groping exploration of base and balls. She turned to Garry and stared kissing him passionately. I stroked the silkiness of her inner thigh. She responded by spreading her legs to invite me to move up to her soaking, spreading pussy.

Leaning forward I took the nearest nipple into my mouth and while sucking gently, vigorously swirled the hard nipple with the tip of my tongue. At the same time I cupped the plump prominence of her pussy mound in the palm of my hand and ran my fingertips softly through her pubic curls and down over the slippery pussy lips. I let one finger slip between the soft lips to slide in the velvety groove below, careful to avoid premature contact with her hungry clit. After a little while Lynn began to thrust her pelvis up into my hand. I took this as my cue and slipped off the couch and knelt between her outstretched legs and kissed her beckoning pussy. I nuzzled into her pubic bush intoxicated by her heady, musky odour. I lapped the length of her bare pussy lips like a kitten at a saucer of milk. She sighed into Garry's mouth and ground her pussy into my face. I slipped the tip of my tongue between her pussy lips and licked with ever-longer strokes until, at last, the tip of my tongue ran over the hard nub of her rigid clit. She shuddered involuntarily at the momentary caress. I encircled her sensitive clit with pouting lips and sucked gently while I flicked the tip of my tongue into her clit's hood. The sensation was too much for her to bear. She moaned, thrust her hips strongly into my face and stood up. 

"Let's get more comfortable, guys" She suggested. 

Grabbing the cushions from each end of the couch and she threw them onto the floor a little distance behind me. Then, lifting one thigh over my head, she moved forward into the classical head-down doggy position. With head and shoulders on the cushions, she lifted her pelvis high and spread her thighs to expose her brimming, almost pulsating, pussy in Garry's direction. As he moved up off the couch, I laid back and slipped my head between her knees. Reaching up, I continued my ministrations on her clit now hidden below the folds of its protective hood. 

With knees straddling my chest, Garry positioned the head of his cock at her vaginal entrance, and with one swift thrust buried his rigid member deeply into her. Lynn showed her pleasure by calling out and saying things as: 

"Fuck me, Garry, Fuck me hard, I want your cum in me, Fuck me, oh... fuck... me! Make me cum... and cum... CUM in ME!..."

And then for me: "Suck my clit, Tony, Ohhh... yes, like that, please, suck, suck, suck me!" 

She reinforced these demands with actions: bucking her hips up into Garry to meet his vigorous strokes and running her fingers through my hair guiding my head up into her spasming snatch. 

As Garry thrust into her, his cock kept slipping over my chin and his balls skimmed along my neck. 

So this was how Lynn had planned to get her guys together?...

I shuffled down a little so that I could tongue the stretched opening of Lynn's vagina and the underside of Garry's cock with every stroke; all the while nuzzling the tip of my nose into the general area of Lynn's engorged clit. 

Lifting my arms I encircled Garry's buns with one arm while with the other hand I reached for my own hard cock and gave it the stroking it demanded. 

Soon Garry's breathing quickened, as did the intensity of his thrusting, and then with a loud drawn out groan he went over the top into copious orgasm.

Even with his cock buried deep in her vagina I could feel forceful spasms at the base of his cock sending jets of creamy cum deep into her hungry pussy. Before his orgasm ended, he pulled out and spewed cum over Lynn's quim and my face below. Soon cum and pussy juice began to leak from Lynn's hot box dripping down onto my waiting tongue.




A First At Work



There is a first time for everything, especially things sexual. The first time you saw another guy nude and really appreciated it - and not just as a kid or in a school gym - the first time you touched another guy's cock, the first time you kissed another guy, and of course, the first time you fooled around with another guy where one or both of you got off. Then of course there is the first time that you discovered a playmate at work; someone you could talk to and have a little fun with, especially if no one suspected a thing. And, that is probably when you discovered that bisexual and gay men were a little more common than you might have suspected.

My "first time at work" came when we hired a new guy in my department. Not that it was really "my" department, I was just one of the "individual contributors" as we working stiffs were called. Okay, no pun intended on the stiff’s part. As luck would have it, I was assigned to show him the ropes around the company, above and beyond what the new hire training had shown him. I was to show him how we got things done in this department, where our files were kept online, who we went to for information and so on. I had my suspicions about him when I was first introduced to him, but then I hear he was married, so dismissed the notion. To my later delight, I just assumed too much too soon.

Bob, as I will call him though not his real name just in case someone recognizes this story, showed up bright and early the next day, a Tuesday, (his first day was Monday, and that was mostly taken up with the new hire indoctrination) before I had even finished my Email reading and first cup of coffee - almost rude of him I thought at the time. 

The first thing I did was show him where our files were on the server, how things were organized, or disorganized, depending on how you like to view the world. After that, we left my cubicle and went on a walk-about of the buildings to introduce him to the other folks we have to deal with, or in some cases, ordeal with. Somewhere on the walk in between buildings, and I can't for the life of me remember exactly how it came up, up popped the subject of bi-sexuality. He had, as I recall, rather boldly said that while he was married to a woman, he really was rather bisexual - but not to worry, that he never hit on straight guys and was only interested in gay or bisexual men that were also interested in him. At the time I thought it was rather ballsey of him to say that, not knowing me much at all. He went on about that for a time, I suppose to reassure me that my mentioning it that he wasn't hitting on me. Frankly, through most of the time he was talking, I was thinking that it might be fun if he sucked me off, I could suck him off, or we could really get it on with a nice little sixty-nine! Finally I was able to get a word in edgewise and told him not to worry so much about it, that I was bi too.

“Oh,” was all he said, seeming to be a little stunned.

Perhaps he was just giving me his spiel for shock value and I had just ruined that. “There are probably more of us running around here too, I just don’t know of any. I suppose most of us have learned over the years to keep our mouths shut in a place like this.”

“I suppose. Normally I don’t say anything, but somehow you seemed like it wouldn’t bother you.”

“Good guess, but most places have ways of getting rid of anyone they suspect is gay, and bi is close enough, without firing you for that. That being the case, I would appreciate it if you would kinda not mention that out loud around here again.” I really thought he had been a bit nuts for taking the chance of telling me, but I was sure glad he had. Now if he just had the brains to keep his mouth shut to the rest of the paranoid former military types around here, we could have a good time.

“Uh yea, no problem. But as long as we know about each other, you up to a little more fun than usual around here if we can find a place?”

“Sure,” I said. “But I’m really into oral and not real big on the anal stuff.” Actually, I did anal, but not with just anyone, and not just anytime. Mostly I was really big on the oral stuff, and was often a complete slut about it. Okay, I would blow just about anyone!

“No problem. Now all we need is a place, and being new here, I don’t know the place very well.” I was a bit of a late bi-sexual bloomer, but had discovered that I was just a real sucker for hard cock and hot cum.

“I’ll think of somewhere, just give me a little time!” Oh this was going to be fun. I was getting stiff just thinking about it. Now all I had to do was find an unused office, closet, anything that had a locking door, no window, and two guys coming out of it wouldn’t arouse any suspicion in a cesspool of suspicious people. But, I was up to the challenge for this.

Nothing happened for the next couple of days. I did find an unused office that would work just fine, but Bob was so busy doing actual work (when you are new you do have to make in impression after all) that we just never had the time to get together. 

Finally, one Friday afternoon things got a little more interesting. Several people had taken the afternoon off, our manager was gone, and things were very quiet in our area.

Bob came into my cubicle and quietly asked if I had found a place and was still interested.

“Of course to both,” I said. I got up and we walked to the office I had found. It was in a section of the building that was being refurbished, until the money or need apparently ran out. It was slightly dark in there and there was no traffic through the area. If anyone saw us coming out of an office in there, they would think we were just exploring the place. I doubted anyone would thing anything of seeing two guys in there.

Once safely in that office, we closed the door got down to business! I was just dying to suck on him. We both unzipped and dropped our pants. While he was getting his brief down (I gave up underwear years ago), I dropped to my knees in front of him - before he could say he wanted to blow me first - and wrapped my hand around his warm and partly hard cock. It was absolutely magnificent - uncut, just long enough to be interesting, and not so thick as to choke me to death while I did what I really like to do with a hardening cock - see how much of it I can get into my mouth and throat!

Bob just stood there and let me go at him. Sucking him part of the time and just plain jacking him off the rest of the time, while I admired that uncut foreskin going over his swollen cockhead. I was in heaven. My work was rewarded by a few tasty drops of his sweet precum oozing out the end of that glorious cockhead. 

“Oh God that feels good,” he said softly. “No one give head like another guy. Women just don’t have a fuckin’ clue!”

“Tell me,” I mumbled, only taking his now hard cock part way out of my mouth.

We didn’t have all day, and I gave him my best effort. He must have been enjoying it. He had gotten very hard very quickly. I had stroked him and admired that magnificent foreskin going over his swollen cockhead for a short time, but then got down to some serious cocksucking. While I sucked on that fine specimen of man-meat, I was carefully fondling and tugging on his cum filled balls. It was having the desired effect - he was breathing faster, had his head back with his eyes closed and his legs were stiff with tension. In short, he was about to blow his hot thick load of cum into my waiting mouth.

“Here it comes!” he groaned.

Fortunately he wasn’t one of those who thought he should be “fucking my mouth,” and just stood there and let me do the moving - that way I didn’t gag from his cock going too deep into my mouth at just the wrong moment. He wasn’t lying, a few seconds later I felt and tasted the first spurt of this thick man juice spurt into my waiting mouth. It was followed by his moaning softly, his legs shaking with delight and sexual relief, and spurt after spurt of his sweet delicious cum. He was giving me everything he had, and I was sucking and swallowing everything he could give me.

“Oh God that was good,” he finally whispered. “You really know how to do that.”

“It’s just a matter of loving what you do,” I said as I stood. I French kissed him, some of his cum still on my tongue.

“You devil!” he said. “But, now it’s my turn!”

I was ready. I find it a lot better, for me, to blow the other guy first, and then let him get me off. Now I was hard and ready for him to let me fill his mouth.

Bob dropped to his knees and didn’t disappoint me. He proved to be a very adept cocksucker himself. Moreover, he was pretty good at the deep throat act himself. My guess was that he loved cocksucking about as much as I did. As I had done for him, he had one hand on my cock, stroking it as my cock came out of his hot wet moth, and his other hand was caressing my cum filled balls. “That’s good, really good,” I said in encouragement. “So fuckin’ good!”

“Nice cock,” he said taking a short break. He was still stroking my cock with his hand as he closely examined what he had been sucking. “Now to make you cum!” he said as my hard cock disappeared into his hot mouth.

I was ready to give him all I had too, and it wasn’t long before I felt that wonderful feeling start deep between my legs. “Here it comes,” I whispered. My legs were now shaking like his had as that first load of cum started deep within me and rushed up my stiff cock and into his sucking mouth. Bob made this feel so good I thought I was going to fall down it felt so good. He put a new meaning to the expression about making someone “weak-kneed.” His other hand was massaging my balls as if encouraging them to unload everything in them into his hot sucking mouth.

“You really make a lot of cum,” he laughed as my softening cock finally slipped from his mouth.

“I think you sucked me dry!” I said as I pulled my pants up.

“I try harder!” Bob said as he stood and pulled up his briefs and pants.

We gave ourselves a few seconds to get that “just fucked” look off our faces and then tried to look casual as we left the area. Lingering too long would not be a healthy idea.

We did manage to make use of that a few more times over the coming weeks, but as with so many relationships, ours wasn’t to be. We had our personality differences, and gradually they overcame that initial attraction and we, without any real discussion about it, just stopped having sex with each other. A few years later Bob left the company for greener pastures elsewhere.

Am Ende, 
Copyright 2001, by Art. 



A First, But Probably Not a Last



We were alone together, perhaps it was our first time together, perhaps it wasn't. You asked me to undress for you. You told me to stand in front of you, and that you were going to inspect my body. I removed my clothes as you asked and after letting me stand in front of you for a moment while you looked at me your hands slowly roamed the front of my body while I stood completely still, patiently waiting for you. You turned me around and gently pushed my back forward, signalling for me to bend over slightly so you could continue to assess the rest of me.

You tell me to kneel on the floor and wait for you. You stand up and leave the room for just a moment or two and when you come back in I resist the urge to turn around to face you. I hear you stop behind me then a moment later you slip a gag over the front of my face and fasten it at the back of my head. You walk around me and take your seat again. You sit still for a moment, looking at me, my eyes darting a little, looking at you every so often, then breaking that eye contact a few seconds later. You talk to me about things we have discussed together so far, about how I am unsure of my limits and my likes. You asked me if I want to explore them, to define them. I nod slowly, unable to speak because of my full mouth.

You tell me that you are going to hurt me, but that it isn't a punishment this time, it is merely a chance for you to see how much I can handle, and that I can make it stop at any time I wish. I feel a strong stirring in between my legs but at the same time a delicious feeling of fear in the pit of my stomach, wondering if I have made a mistake but those thoughts dissolved within seconds, and just the nervousness remained. You signal to a table in the corner of the room where there sat a flogger, "Fetch me that please" you ask. I quickly begin to get to my feet before you stop me, "No, you must crawl to it, and bring it back between your legs."

I crawl along the floor blushing as I think about what I am doing but I do as you ask and slip the handle in between my thighs and shuffle back to you, my movements much slower this time as to not drop the flogger. I reach your feet and sit up on my knees offering you the handle in between my legs.

You sit on the edge of your chair and take it from me. I remain still, aware of a little drool gathering inside my mouth. Before I could swallow it your hand moves to my hair and wraps a handful of it around your fist using it to pull me firmly towards you. With the sudden movement I feel a trickle of drool run down my chin, I lift a hand apprehensively to wipe it away but your hand meets mine and moves it back down to my side with a slight shake of your head before you began to speak again. "So, are we going to see if this is for you?" I nod my head quickly, a noise of agreement comes from my mouth causing a little more drool to trickle from my lips and down my chin, not used to the large ball in my mouth, but this time I do not attempt to wipe it away.

You point to the arm of the sofa, "Bend over there for me please." I lean forward onto my hands then crawl slowly to the sofa and get to my feet, leaning forward, allowing my weight to be supported on the upper half of my body resting over the arm. I close my eyes for a moment and concentrate on breathing slowly as I suddenly notice my that heart rate has increased significantly. I wait patiently there for a moment, consciously trying to relax my body. After what I think is a couple of minutes I open my eyes again and see you sitting in your chair still, watching me with an expressionless face. I shuffle uncomfortably as I wonder for a moment if I have done something wrong but not wanting to ask, then you stand and walk slowly towards me.

I gasp as your hand gently touches my back, sliding against my skin so slowly, so gently. I suddenly become very aware of how wet I am between my legs, wondering what you will say when or if you realise. Your hand continues to caress me, rubbing my thighs now, warming my skin nicely. I feel you drape the tails of the flogger against my my back, gliding them over me. "How does it feel presenting yourself to me like this, offering your behind to my hand, to this?" You swing the flogger against my behind, a little harder this time, but not enough to leave a sting. My head is resting in my folded arms, I turn it to the side and attempt to speak but no words come out of my mouth, just an unrecognisable noise which is muffled by the gag.

You lift your arm and move down again on my behind, my body jumps the second the flogger hits my skin. I think to myself that my reaction should be to touch the stinging skin, to protect myself, but I don't, something doesn't allow me to, probably the part of me that has needed this for so long. A moment later I feel the same sensation again but this time significantly harder. I cry out, quickly wondering if it is a cry of pleasure or of discomfort, straight away deciding it is both, and both feel so good. "I can't hear you, I said how does it feel?" You land the flogger down on my cheeks again, once again increasing the strength behind the strike. I shuffle on the spot, gripping the cushion of the sofa in my fingers, I make another long noise followed by a fresh trickle of drool running from my mouth, trying so hard to answer your question, but quickly realising it is pointless. I hear you laugh a little at my failed attempt. I sit up just a little, turning my head just slightly to face you and I hope my eyes answer your question, hope they convey to you my how I finally feel, that I am finally where I belong.

You lean forward and stroke my face so tenderly, smiling down at me warmly, then before I even sense it coming you hit me again with the flogger. You stand back and look at my cheeks, your hands grasp them, squeezing hard, then rubbing them firmly, "You are nicely warmed up now aren't you?" I feel you spread my cheeks, holding me open and exposed while you look at me. I feel a deep throbbing inside as I sense you have seen how wet I am, I wonder if my thighs are damp from my arousal also.

I stumble a little as my legs are moved open a little further using your feet. I groan loudly, eager for some attention to ease the aching in between my legs. I close my eyes, waiting for it to come, then flinch as you slap the tails of the flogger firmly against my swollen wet lips. I moan again, instinctively tilting my hips, offering myself to you for more and I cry out noisily when it is delivered. You move forward, roughly grasping my hips, pulling me back hard against you. You stand there still for a few moments, I wriggle just slightly in your hands, enjoying the contact between our bodies. You reach forward and once again take a handful of my hair, slowly lifting my head upwards. "Do you want this to continue, or would you prefer it to stop now?" I turn my head as much as I can and make what I hope is a noise of agreement, letting my eyes tell you again that I really don't want this to end.

You gently let go of my hair, resting my head back down, lightly stroking my cheek again, "Good girl" you say quietly. One of your hand grips my behind again and I feel a tapping against my lips causing me to instantly wriggle keenly against it. I moan as your fingers touch me there, opening me, stroking me so lightly while you find my opening. My body responds perfectly to you as I feel the end of the floggers handle press against me. I moan as I stretch perfectly around the tip. "Now I have you warmed up I am going to spank you in a moment, it will be hard and long, and while I do you shall hold this inside you. I want you to take it as deep as you can, and you must hold it there until I am finished. Push back on it for me now." I do as you say straight away and ease myself back onto the handle, loving how it slides so easily inside me, and wishing you would fuck me with it even if just for a minute. I take a good amount of the handle inside me and hold tight, hoping my wetness won't cause it to slide back out. I move forward again onto the sofa, pushing my ass up into the air as much as I can for you, deliberately rocking just slightly to cause the ends of the flogger to tickle my skin.

I concentrate on relaxing my body again, closing my eyes while I patiently wait...