0 comments/ 15166 views/ 0 favorites An Ending By: Luna_Wolf72 It had been nearly half a year since the first meeting. There had been moments of sheer terror, engineered by Sir and moments of blissful decadence. He and His lady had made her feel as if she were a treasured part of their relationship. In return, she gave her best, every time she had the chance to visit. She knew that they deserved no less. Her mind wandered back in time, to their very first meeting. The restaurant, the hotel room, the house and all the pleasurable torment she endured while blindfolded. She had always known that first meeting would special. And it seemed, at least to her, that each meeting thereafter only got better. She packed her luggage carefully. For all intents and purposes, this would be their last get together. Things had come to a head with her Sir. He was no longer willing to share her services or her. He understood her need to say goodbye, He had even given her His blessing. That did not make this particular visit any less trying. Finally, she was finished. The parting gifts she had bought for Sir and His lady were tucked into the bottom of her carry-on. The outfits He had requested were folded and packed neatly away, along with her essentials. There was nothing left to do but go to bed. She arrived about 2 in the afternoon. The flight had been slightly bumpy. Springtime was carrying on something fierce. As she picked up her luggage from the terminal, she noticed a figure striding toward her. Arms lifted and swung her, making her giggle. It was Sir and behind Him, looking calm and cool, was His lady. They hustled her to their car, put her luggage in the trunk and pulled out into the steady flow of traffic. The chatter was amiable as they all fell into the comfort of having one another around. Tears pricked her eyes. This was going to be harder than she had thought. That first night was spent visiting. There was no master-slave dynamic, only 3 friends enjoying one another’s company; dinner, movies, clubbing. It was a good night and relaxing to all involved. Ah, but the next morning!! She awakened to being trussed, blinded and gagged. Her arms and legs were shackled to the bed frame. She could hear every movement as He and His lady pulled out strops, belts, and various other instruments of torture. Her body began the minute trembling their concerted efforts always caused. A soft, feminine voice whispered in her ear. “Oh, we have such plans for you, little one. First, of course, comes the dreaded tickle torture. We know how much you like that. Then, He is gonna warm you up, with a nice strapping, shoulders to feet. Of course, I will be busy helping him apply clamps to all the pretty bits. After that, we are going to release you. I need to get breakfast started and you get to help. At some point, little girl, we are going shopping for a private dinner party. He will lay your clothes out, though you probably won’t be dressing until it’s time to shop. Doesn’t all of this sound like fun?” I could hear the laughter just beneath the surface. She was enjoying herself. She always did once Sir included her in his sordid little plans. They did exactly as she had promised, one using the feather against my skin as the other rubbed my nipples and clit, ‘til they were hardened and painful. Small weighted clamps made the acquaintance of those parts next before I got the strapping of my life, ending on the soles of my feet. My body was on fire, throbbing and burning, by the time I was released. The day was spent with me mostly on my knees, following her from room to room, as she did her basic cleaning once He left for work. At one point I spent a glorious 2 hours giving her a full body massage, reveling in the feel of her soft skin beneath my fingertips. She relaxed fully under my ministrations, pleasing me no end with her soft sighs and quiet moans. Eventually, though, I had to dress to go out. My skin was beyond sensitive and the feel of mesh and latex against me, sent my nerves into overload, more than once. She had given me permission to remove the nipple clamps and was nice enough to remove the clamp from my nether region herself. The pain was delicious, fire and ice. Pulling clothing on only increased the blood flow to these parts. The masochist in me was replete with happiness. The dinner party was a moderate success, though I spent most of the night in service mode and did not really get to enjoy the quiet conversation or good food, at least not then. Once everyone was full and ready to head to the living area for after dinner drinks, she allowed me to sit and eat. I assumed that I would spend my second night sleeping at the foot of the bed or even the floor, but it seemed that they had other plans. It started simply enough, or at least as simply as His mind could conceive. “We would like for you to join us in our room, little one. I have some things I would like to run past you.” Once I entered the room, I felt His hand on my head, twisting into my hair. I dropped to the floor, immediately. With a few sharp tugs, He directed me to the edge of the bed and positioned me so that I was between her legs. She was panty less, a pleasant sight, indeed. “Well girl, don’t just sit there gaping, get to work!” His voice held only a hint of mockery and I knew then that something bad was about to occur. I leaned forward and planted soft kisses all around her labia, flicking a tongue across her clitoris every once in a while, for a change of pace. I could feel the gentle trembling of her thighs on either side of my head. Eventually, she scooted back, so that she could lay flat. I climbed up on the bed, and went back to work, flicking a tongue inside of her, using it to scoop out her sweet juices before going back to long, sure sweeps of my tongue from taint to clit. I could feel him behind me, positioning my hips and ass so that they were pointed toward the ceiling. At first, I was not too worried. We had done this almost every time I had visited and nothing too bad came of it. I had forgotten though, that this was my last visit. When I felt the first thrust into my cunt, my groan was loud and long, vibrating against her inner most recesses. It was at this same time that I felt his finger make its way into my anal entrance. My initial reaction was to stop everything, but a slap on my ass soon disabused me of that notion. He thrust with cock and finger in rhythm to the sucking I was giving His lady. Her soft sighs and moans mixed beautifully with the squelching of my pussy and the thwap of his heavy balls against my inner thighs. Soon a second and then a third finger joined the first one inside my rectum. My tongue and teeth went to work more quickly on the fragrant cunt before me. He pulled out completely. I could hear Him fumbling with something that sounded like a condom and then I felt the head of his cock at my back entrance. By now, the tongue lashing I was providing had her trembling on the brink of an orgasm. Her hands grasped my head tightly as she ground her cunt against my face, heaving and moaning, continuously. She came, he thrust and I yelped. He was in to the very hilt. My hips bucked as I got used to the feeling. By this time, she had climbed out of the bed and was standing to my right. I felt her slipping a white blind over my eyes and then the sound of a strap as it whistled through the air to land on my shoulder blades. That pain drove me instantly down, into my space. There was a moment of readjustment. They had decided to flip me over on my back, legs over His shoulders. Then He eased His cock, once more, into the tight confines of my ass. The fucking he gave me was slow and sure and she added to it by caressing my breasts, twisting and pinching my nipples with unabated sadistic glee. I am not sure how long the plundering of my asshole lasted, but eventually, I felt a fingertip on my clit and I came, hard enough to pass out. Finally, after I came to, I was released from the blind and told to go start water for us. I spent quite a few minutes washing them from head to toe and by the time I had a chance to tend to myself, well they were all ready in bed and on the verge of dozing. I went to my usual space, at the foot of their bed, but He motioned for me to join them beneath the covers. We lay, all entwined, until morning. My last day was a repeat of the first, with me fighting back tears through out the day. It was while we were waiting at the airport for my flight to be called that I gave them my parting gifts: a black leather quirt with James painted in red on the handle for him, and a small gold bracelet with Angela engraved upon it for her. With a flurry of hugs and kisses, they left me on my own. This experience was one I would never ever forget. The END An Ending, a Beginning It was 10am, I just woke up alone in a hotel room with an angry hard-on. The night before had been spent buying dinner for and then eating out my now ex-girlfriend. She made sure to ride my face for an hour, during which time she came three times. I didn't get to cum at all because after her third orgasm she said she wanted to breakup with me for another guy she had met someplace or other, who really cares? All I knew was I had a case of blue-balls which needed attention. So, I logged on to one of the on-line "date" websites and posted an ad. I had a picture of my naked body and hard-on attached to the ad. I received a few messages, mostly old men and one woman. I answered the woman's message and we chatted. We agreed to meet. I was happy I'd be getting a blow job and some pussy, besides the drive was on my way home, so what the hell. After check-out, I drove to her house and sent her a text once I was parked. I always doubted if women really hook-up from those sites, so I was not surprised to see a guy come out to greet me. He was a hot black guy, about 30, 6 feet tall and 185 lbs, which made my white dick harden. I'm bisexual and have been with several men in the past, but never a black man, so I went inside with him. His name was Sean, he noticed my boner under my sweatpants, he said he "assumed I was okay with his being a man". I gave my consent and Sean invited me to remove my clothes so he could see my body. I kicked off my flip-flops, removed my t-shirt, boxer-briefs and sweatpants. I stood there naked, hard, and vulnerable so Sean could observe my 30 year old body which has brown hair and eyes, glasses, fair skinned, 5 feet 9 inches tall, 145 pounds, and packing a 7 inch long dick that is very thick and cut. I am also in good shape from the gym. I noticed he liked what he saw as a large bulge was now noticeable in his jeans. Sean saw me looking at his bulging jeans and ordered me onto my knees where I was instructed to unzip his fly and remove his cock. Before doing this I said "I was under the impression I was going to get sucked", Sean shook his head and said "not today white-boy you're hear for my pleasure, but if I was a good white-boy bitch I'd be allowed to cum at the end" (what the hell I though, my ex-girlfriend used me for her pleasure and now it seems this stranger will as well). My pre-cum leaking cock was all the agreement Sean needed. Sean put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me to the ground, I removed his cock from his pants...I can only describe it as massive. He was cut, 11 inches long at minimum and as thick as my wrist (he made my dick look like a toy). I took Sean's head into my mouth to get used to him, but his massive hands forced his manhood down my throat where I deep-throated him while he face-fucked me. Having this black guy dominate my mouth was one of the hottest things I had ever experienced sexually. This face-fuck/deep-throat session was so hot I forgot to stroke my own dick, all I wanted was to pleasure my black master, my needs were secondary to his. Sean could see I was really into this so he ordered me to stop. I removed his big hot black cock from my little white mouth and I watched as he removed his clothes, which I was instructed to fold and place neatly on the table. I asked if I should pick my clothes off the floor and fold them as well, but Sean said the clothes of a white-boy bitch like me are fine in a lump on the floor. Sean stood there naked, his black muscular body and well defined six-pack abs almost made me cum and I would have had he not said for me to follow him upstairs. Upstairs Sean had a large media room, he turned on the TV to a basketball game, sat down and told me to get back to work. I was about to get back to blowing him but he ordered me to stop. Instead I was to lick his nipples, worship his abs with licks and kisses, lick his balls, and kiss/lick his massive shaft. I was about to take his cock back into my mouth when I was told to stop, the sole of his foot was put in-front of my face he looked down at me and all he said was "lick it bitch". I did as I was told and licked and kissed the soles of his size 13 inch black feet. I could see this was really making him hot. After some foot worship he stood up, shoved his black meat into my face and busted a huge nut. As his cock was about to spasm in pleasure, Sean warned me that if any of his precious black seed dropped from my white-boy mouth I would be sorry...I swallowed every last bit of his cum. Sean pulled out of my mouth and said I did a good job, but I needed some more training. Sean walked away, I thought to clean up, but he returned with a large dildo. I was instructed to insert the dildo into my virgin hole and jerk off as part of my training my ass for his cock. I shot a massive load, all over my stomach, chest, and face (some going into my mouth). He wanted to see me again, but now he needed me to go. He ushered my downstairs, I threw my clothes on and quickly left. I'm sure I'll have more adventures with Sean in the future, my relationship with my girlfriends might have ended but Sean is a new beginning. An Ending and a Beginning My name is Amy; my husband's name at the start of this story was Alan; our histories since birth and details about our appearances are unimportant. All that is relevant is that at the start of this story we'd been married five years, as far as I'm concerned our marriage was between good and very good, I'm between and eight and a nine on the female hotness scale, and Alan is between an eight and nine on the male hotness scale (at least that's the feedback I've gotten from people we know or have met). I own three businesses including a locksmith, a cleaners, and a Mail Boxes Etc.; I spend at least two hours every day at each one; I'm a hands-on manager. Alan is an insurance executive. I exercise a little bit – maybe three times a week I run, bike, or swim. I do Kegel exercises every day, though, ever since I read an article authored by a doctor at the Mayo Clinic saying how good they were for your sexual health. There was an incident at New Year's Eve that did not make me happy with Alan and may have been the start of the end of our marriage. There were two people at the New Year's Eve party of note. One was a single guy named Brian who is a ten on the male hotness scale. He's the best looking guy I have ever seen, and also appears to have a friendly and gracious personality. Alan and I not only have many friends or acquaintances in common with Brian, but he is in a business related to my husband's so we see him at some business-related events. For some reason Alan despises Brian; he has ever since a charity event where Brian was at our table and according to Brian paid too much attention to me even though we never kissed and danced only one slow dance together – at a respectable distance. The second person of note at the seminal New Year's Eve party was a recently divorced female acquaintance of ours named Joan. Joan is between a nine and ten on the female hotness scale, including because she has enormous tits, and she was flirting with Alan most of the night at the party. I was blatant in coming up to her and Alan whenever they were talking and kept asking her "Where's your date, Joan?" She never got the message that she was pissing me off – or pretended not to – and Alan was in the same boat as she was. When I'd ask her she'd look around and say "Oh Jack is over there somewhere," and I'd then hang around until she and Alan parted. It was no more than five minutes after Alan and I had passionately kissed at the stroke of midnight when I was talking to someone else and Joan came up and planted a way too familiar "Happy New Year" kiss on Alan. I swear that I saw his hand stroke and pinch one of her massive knockers when she did that. When she walked away I confronted Alan. "What the hell was that?" "Hey, it didn't mean anything, just an innocent kiss at a fun party," was his unapologetic response. "And the tit grope?" "Hey, I didn't try to grope her – her big tits were just in the way." "You wouldn't mind me kissing other guys like that, then, and grabbed his crotch?" "Hey, don't get your panties in a bunch – it was licit," he said with a tone that I didn't appreciate. I stared at him a few seconds then noticed that Brian was only a few people away. I marched over to Brian and with a big smile on my face, and loud enough so that Alan was sure to hear me, said "Hi, Brian; great party, huh? Happy New Year." With that I pulled Brian's face down to mine by yanking his tie, and planted a passionate kiss on him, and quickly but noticeably ran my hand over his crotch. He not only didn't resist, he put his hands on my ass. When I broke away I said "Have a great year." Brian mumbled "You too – it got off to a great start." With that I sauntered past a seemingly gobsmacked Alan and said "I'm getting my coat and leaving. Are you coming or will Joan be taking you home?" I had the car keys because Alan has been known to get drunk at such parties, while I never get drunk because I never have more than one drink. "What's that supposed to mean?" he grumbled. I didn't answer him; I just got my coat out of the front closet of the house hosting the event, gave my thanks to the hostess and said that I had an early day so that I couldn't stay, and walked out the door. By the time that I got to the car Alan had caught up with me. "What's wrong with you – and why did you kiss that asshole." "Nothing's wrong with me, and I didn't do anything that you didn't, so if you've got a complaint voice it looking into the mirror." We bantered back and forth for the first mile or so of the drive. They we fell silent. Once we got into the house Alan's mood changed. "I want to start out the new year right, not with a fight – if there's anything left to hash out let's do it tomorrow." "You just want to ignore..." I started to say, but that's as far as I got. Alan knows what buttons to push with me. He grabbed both of my normal-sized but highly sensitive tits, started biting and sucking on my neck, eventually picked me up by my crotch and laid me on the dining room table, and before I knew it his cock was stroking at a mile a minute in and out of my very wet pussy. I came like a freight train, and he came shortly thereafter. It was probably our most intense mutual orgasms in a couple of years. Alan carried me up to bed, and in the middle of the night fucked me again. While I was happy with the ultimate outcome of New Year's Eve, I still harbored something akin to resentment or mistrust when it came to the Alan-Joan situation. Not one to let things simmer, New Year's Day as I served Alan brunch with a smile I said "I really enjoyed last night stud. That doesn't mean that I'm happy about the Alan-Joan smooch and grope, however. I don't want a repeat of that – it will make me hotter than Hell." He first looked a little subdued but quickly recovered. "You're already hotter than hell if the two times you fucked m last night with your Kegel-enhanced pussy are any indication," he said as he pulled me close to him and kissed each of my puffy nipples. That sent shivers up my spine. "You have nothing to worry about, sexy," he laughed as he dug into the sausage casserole. *************** Things seemed to move fairly smoothly for the next three weeks – at least Joan never called the house, and Alan never mentioned her. There was an unexpected hiccup, however – Brian called me three times at work trying to get me to go out for a drink with him. I found it quite surprising since I had never allowed myself to believe that someone as hot as Brian is would pay special attention to me and since he always dates hot babes; "maybe I can kiss or stroke better than I thought or my ass feels better in someone's hand than I thought (ha, ha)" flashed through my brain. Anyway, on the third call I shut him down for good. What I told him will give you a little insight into my personality too. "Sorry, Brian; I know that a player like you would love to parlay a drink into a roll in the sack, and if I wasn't married I would love to give your cock a try. However I'm married and serious about marriage vows so I need to decline; there is no hope of me changing my mind and having a drink with you." "What about that plasma-hot kiss and grope on New Year's Eve?" "I only did that in response to Alan kissing and groping that bitch Joan – sorry to use you, but I knew that if I kissed a good looking guy like you it would get the message across to Alan." "Don't like Joan, huh?" he cackled. "No – do you know her well?" After he laughed for a few seconds he replied "Yeah, I know her in the Biblical sense from the days after her divorce was final – but she can't kiss like you can." "Really..." I said. I knew that both Joan and Brian, an inveterate player, got around, but I didn't know that they fucked after her recent divorce. "Yeah, really. You do know that she just moved, don't you?" he replied. "No, as I matter of fact I didn't know that." "Yeah she moved to a city about 100 miles away." That brought a smile to my face. "So I guess I can't punish you anymore by using you as a foil for Alan kissing her, huh?" "I don't mind being used that way," he chuckled "as long as you agree not to be shy and call me if you change your mind about that drink – or whatever." "If I get divorced you'll be the first to know," I chuckled back, then terminated the call. I was surprised at how uplifting my talk with Brian had been; I was in a good mood the rest of the day. ****************** Winter seemed to be colder, longer, and more depressing than I liked, so I decided that we needed to take a vacation to someplace nice and warm. As usual when we travel, I'd handle all of the arrangements, I just needed to get Alan's schedule. After a couple of days where he was checking his schedule – I didn't know why it took him that long to check, normally it's much faster – he finally got back to me. "I can get away the last week in February; how does that sound?" he told me. "I'll make it work," I smiled; and I did. I decided that we should go to Anguilla, a British Island in the Caribbean. I booked a room at Viceroy Anguilla, a five star resort hotel. Alan seemed to be much more interested in all of our vacation details than he ever was before, but I was happy to accommodate him, and gave him all of our flight and hotel information as soon as I booked it on the last day of January. I made sure that both of our passports were up to date since we absolutely needed them both to enter Anguilla, and to return to the U. S. from there. Sometimes Alan is ambivalent about vacations, but he seemed to be very excited about this one. I bought a new bikini and a couple of outfits for warm weather, and tried them out on Alan. He seemed to really like them – at least he passionately fucked me up against our bedroom wall when I modelled the bikini for him. As we lay in bed panting after that he said "I hope that you don't think that you're wearing that thing in public, do you. I'll have to fight the guys off." "I'll only have eyes – and pussy – for you," I chortled, then started rubbing his testicles. The flight to Anguilla was uneventful, although Alan seemed unusually handsy. We checked into a nice suite, had a walk on the beach before dinner, danced for a while after dinner, and then had a nice fuck before falling asleep. A day switching between the pool and the beach really recharged my batteries. My bikini did draw a lot of attention, although I saw a woman show up the afternoon of the second day we were there who was virtually surrounded by guys at the other end of the pool. I couldn't quite make her out. "Bitch looks like Joan," I mumbled to myself, but never really considered the possibility that it was her. Alan disappeared for about ninety minutes in the afternoon. He came back with a pamphlet about jet ski riding in the ocean, and snorkel trips. While he seemed interested in them, I was more interested in working on my tan and swimming. That night he begged off sex, saying that he was wiped out from the sun. The third day we went on a site-seeing adventure in the morning that was pleasurable except for one thing. When we got back I walked into the hotel before Alan did – he was talking to the doorman about something. I thought for sure that I saw the woman who looked like Joan in the lobby. I wanted a closer look, but a group of tourists walked in front of me and by the time that they passed the woman was gone, out the front door. I went to the front desk and checked for messages, and walked toward the front door looking for Alan. Just then he walked through the door with a big smile on his face. "Why the shit-eater?" I asked. "Oh, yeah, well...just a raunchy joke that the doorman told me," he stammered. "Let's go out by the pool. While at the pool, reading and chatting with each other and some of the other guests, I was having a good time – this time in a one-piece since the amount of attention that I received the day before in my bikini was slightly disconcerting. About 4:00 p. m. I saw some activity at the other end of the pool around what looked like that same woman, so I decided to go for a swim to check it out. "Want me to get you a drink?" Alan asked when I told him that I was going for a dip. "Sure," I replied, "how about a pina colada?" "That's what I'll get for you," he smiled, rising from his lounge chair and heading the few steps to the bar. Not to be too obvious I did a few laps in one area of the very extensive and elaborate pool, went under the waterfall for a bit, then dog paddled over toward where the commotion was – just in time to see a nice almost bikini-clad ass (the tiniest bikini that I'd ever seen) moving away from the pool area and lots of male heads turned that way. Not being familiar with what Joan's ass looked like, I didn't know if it was her, but again dismissed the idea out-of-hand. When I got back from my swim my drink was waiting for me. I drank about half of it when I started to feel a little funny. "What's wrong babe, you don't look so good," Alan opined. "I don't know – maybe too much sun," I replied, feeling more light-headed by the minute. "Let's go upstairs – we can take a nap before dinner," he responded, picking up our few pool items and putting them into a bag. He actually had to help me up out of the lounge chair, and I only remember getting to the door of our suite; everything after that is a blur. ****************** The next thing that I do remember is someone who had a stethoscope around his neck, a light instrument in his hand, and a concerned look on his face, staring at me, with another couple of people behind him. I suddenly felt almost normal. "What's going on?" I asked, noticing that I was still in my bathing suit and lying on top of the covers in my bed. Many natives in Anguilla have a very distinctive pleasant lilt to their voice and a British accent. I won't try and mimic it. "You are just recovering from being unconscious from what I estimate is quite a long time," the guy with the light instrument said while looking in my eyes. "Did you take any drug?" "Hell no," I barked as I sat up. "The last thing that I remember is getting light-headed sipping my pina colada." "Who got the drink for you?" he asked. "My husband," I replied. "Where is he?" "You were here alone when the maid showed up at about 8:00 for turn-down service. You didn't answer her knock so she thought the room was empty. When she saw you, you didn't look right to her so she called me; I'm Dr. Dutra the staff physician at the Viceroy." "How come I'm lucid now – what did you give me?" "Although I can't be sure, I think that you were given a new street opioid-based narcotic that has recently become popular on the island. You got enough to knock you out for at least twelve hours. However, its effects are easily reversed by naloxone, and since you recovered within three minutes of getting the shot of naloxone that I gave you, I'm quite certain that is what you were given." I was having trouble processing what he was telling me since it meant that Alan had given me a knockout drug in my pina colada – but why would he do that? "Please come with me to my office and let me check you out – then you should be fine after you get some food in you," Dr. Dutra said. "OK," I responded. I noticed that the two people behind Dr. Dutra were a hotel security guide and a maid. "Are you the one who found me?" I asked the maid. "Yes ma'am," she replied with a big toothy grin. "What's your name?" I asked as I reached for my purse, on the nightstand next to the bed. "Latisha," she responded. I took two U. S. fifty dollar bills out of my wallet; even though the Caribbean dollar is the local currency everyone is happy to deal in U. S. dollars. "Thank you so much, ma'am," Latisha beamed. "Thank you so, so much." "No, thank you Latisha," I replied with a smile. The security guy and Latisha left, I went into the bathroom and changed from my one piece swimsuit into a skirt and blouse, and then went with Dr. Dutra to his office. He ran a few tests on me for a few minutes, including taking my blood pressure, and a blood sample, and I left about twenty minutes after arriving. I got a quick hamburger and fries at the casual restaurant and then I went back to my suite still trying to process what had happened. No matter how many scenarios I played out in my mind, there was only one logical explanation – Alan had in fact drugged me with some local opiate that he bought from a native. But why would he do that? I noticed one of his dresser drawers was open. It was then that I noticed that he had left his wallet, passport, and even cell phone in the top drawer of his dresser. I picked up his phone and turned it on. Alan was not astute enough to know that I knew his password – the same one he used for almost everything despite many warnings by all sorts of people to the contrary – the name of his first pet. Entering "Bosco" opened up his phone. It took all of forty seconds for me to find the answer. That bitch Joan was on Anguilla, and he drugged me to hook up with her. I have never been so angry in my life – not even close. After a few minutes of throwing stuff around I calmed down enough to devise a plan. I went down to the front desk and asked to see the manager. "Yes, how may I help you?" asked the charming young black woman with a beautiful lilting voice who was the night manager. "I need to know if someone is a guest in your hotel, and if so what her room number is;" I held up my hand in a "Stop" motion before she could reply. "I know that is probably against hotel policy, but let's go into your office and talk about it." When we entered her office she offered me a seat, which I accepted. "Someone drugged me at your pool today. You can confirm that with Dr. Dutra." "You must be Mrs. Wilton – Dr. Dutra and I have spoken," she replied. "I'm so sorry, and I hope that you're doing fine." "Thanks only to Latisha and Dr. Dutra I am doing fine. However, I am very upset that this could happen on your five star hotel grounds. That would not look good in the reviews that I will be writing about my experience here – nor would one of your local solicitors view it kindly I might imagine. Regardless of who drugged me they had to have gotten the drugs on your property." The manager was pensive for a full two minutes. "Who are you looking for?" "Joan Britton," I replied. The manager typed things into her computer. Then she said "I'm sorry, I don't think that I can give you that information. I will go to the front desk to make a call to the day manager to be sure. I will be back in exactly two minutes – 120 seconds." With that she got up and left with a smug look on her face. As soon as she closed the door I went behind her desk and looked at the screen. "Ms. Joan Britton – Room 208" was clearly visible on her computer monitor. I smiled and went and sat back down. When the manager returned she said "I'm sorry Mrs. Wilton, but I just can't give you that information. I hope that you won't write a bed review because of that; we will do our best to make your stay a pleasant one." "I'm sorry about what I said before," I replied. "You facility is wonderful and I wouldn't tell anyone anything different." My next step was to find Latisha. She was still making turn-down rounds one floor above mine. "Latisha, thank you again," I said as I approached her with a big smile. "I was wondering if you could do one more thing for me?" I asked as I handed her two more $50 bills. "Yes ma'am," she beamed. "Do you know where Room 208 is?" "Yes ma'am, even though I don't ever service that area, it is in the opposite wing of the hotel, near the side entrance." "I need you to come with me there, knock on the door, and do not take 'no' for an answer if the occupants do not want to open up." An Ending and a Beginning Latisha smiled, picked some items off of her cart, moved her cart into a storage room, and off we went. We had a very pleasant conversation on the way – any conversation once we got there wouldn't be pleasant. When we got near Room 208 Latisha told me what she was going to do, and I told her to get her ass out of there as soon as the door was opened. With a clever ruse, Latisha kept on knocking on the door despite the protests of the female voice from inside telling her to go away. Finally, a perturbed Joan Britton opened the door and started in on Latisha when I pushed the door open and walked into the room. Joan was yelling at me and didn't even notice Latisha beating it out of there. When I walked into the main part of the room, there was Alan, lying on the bed naked with his dick at attention. His face lost its color when he saw me. I snapped a quick photo of him, then one of Joan. She tried to grab my cellphone out of my hand – big mistake. I hit her with my shoulder into the wall, and then took off. Since she just had a flimsy bathrobe on and no shoes I didn't think that she'd follow as I ran out the side entrance and then went around to the other wing of the hotel and up to my suite. I put on the interior locks so that no one could enter even with a key. I called the airlines, booked a flight for first thing the next morning, threw all of my clothes into my suitcase and Alan's into his, put his cellphone, passport, and wallet in my purse and was about to call the bellman when I heard a key in the door. Alan's entry was barred by the two interior locks. "Amy, honey, let me in. I know things don't look good, but we need to talk." "Get out or I call security," I yelled. "Listen, honey, let's be reasonable. We can work this out." Instead of calling the bellman I called security and told them that an unauthorized person was trying to get into my room and I needed two security guards right away, because I thought that he was getting violent. When I heard them approach Alan outside the room he was pleading that this was his room. I opened the door enough to talk to the security guys. "Thank you for coming gentlemen. Please check with the front desk and you will see that this room is in my name only – Amy Wilton," I said, holding out my passport. One of the guards – the same one who had been with Dr. Dutra and Latisha when I was being tended to – smiled, took my passport and got on his radio. After a minute he confirmed that the room was in my name only." "But I'm her husband," Alan whined. "I don't know this man – does he have an ID?" I asked, knowing that all of Alan's IDs were in my suite. "Do you have an ID sir?" one of the security guys asked. "It's in my room – see, I have a key," he replied holding up his key. "I lost a key today and he must have found it," I snarled. "Confiscate it," I ordered the security guys. They did confiscate the key and after some more pleading by Alan and disclaimers by me they led him away. Just before they did I grabbed the main security guy's arm, mouthed "Thank you," and slipped him two $50 bills. I was sure glad that I had brought $1,000 in cash with me on this trip! Within an hour I had checked out after making sure that the key to my room would be changed. The bellman had delivered my bags to a cab that was going to take me to another hotel right next to the airport, Alan's bags were going to be boxed up and sent to his parents' house (that was expensive, but worth it), and the front desk clerk and bellman were very happy with the excessive tips I gave them from the cash in Alan's wallet. From my new hotel room I called the credit card companies for the cards that Alan and I jointly held, and the one card that he held in his name, and told them that the cards were stolen, just in case Alan remembered any of his numbers (which I doubted, but why take a chance). I still had one solely in my name with a high credit limit. The first thing that I did when I got back to the U. S. was to shred Alan's passport, driver's license, and credit cards – and any other card that I found in his wallet – and destroy his cellphone (after copying his exchanged texts with Joan). I figured that it would be at least three days before he could get back to the U. S. without his identification or credit cards, but I had a lot to do. I had all of the furniture that was mine – 90% of it – moved out of our house and into storage except for the few items that I needed for a small apartment that I rented. I installed unobtrusive video cameras at select locations in the house and replaced my two prized possessions – a pair of antique Tiffany lamps, one worth about $40,000, and the other about $3,000 – with replicas that I left at the house. I had the locks changed by an employee of my locksmith company. On a burner phone I called Joan's ex-husband (her second), Tom Britton, who I had met maybe half a dozen times over the years. I asked him to meet me for dinner. "I want to talk to you about Joan," I said. "That fucking cheating bitch?" was his instant reply. "Why do you want to talk about that whore?" "I want to find a way to hurt her!" was my reply. "When and where," he cackled. The next night I met Tom for dinner. He was a font of information. After finding out everything that I could about Joan I asked him point blank "What would really upset her without me getting physical and going to jail?" Tom grinned. "I can't guarantee the not going to jail part but there are four items she got in the divorce that she holds dear. Two are really hers – the other two she stole from me in the divorce by lying through her teeth and she considers them her victory trophies." "Maybe I can get them back for you," I chortled. The next day Tom had photographs of four items hand delivered to my office. A Faberge egg, a diamond bracelet, a bronzed pacifier, and a pair of gold antique cufflinks. I confirmed with the bitch's office that she was still on vacation, then about ten in the morning I gave my longest term and most trusted employee at my locksmith business the photos that Tom Britton had sent to me, as well as Joan's address. He stopped off at a new warehouse where we were installing locks for all sorts of interior and exterior doors, and snuck out the back into a car that I had waiting for him so that his truck was always clearly visible to the security camera in front of the building. He came back with the four objects by three that afternoon. We destroyed the photos, and the latex gloves and shoe covers that he wore in Joan's condo. I called Tom on my burner phone and made arrangements to meet him at the bank where his safe deposit box was. All items had been wiped down for both DNA and fingerprints, and put in opaque plastic bags. Tom was as happy as a pig in poop when I delivered them to him just outside his bank. I told him "Be sure never to contact me again; except that if there is an emergency buy a burner phone and call my office. We don't know each other." "Who are you?" he joked just before he disappeared inside the bank to put the sacred objects into his safety deposit box, cackling like an agitated hen. ********************** Alan did not take being locked out of the house or the missing furniture well when he returned to the U. S. five days after I left him in Anguilla. The hidden cameras at our house caught him breaking a window to get in, cursing as he went around the house, and smashing my fake Tiffany lamps with a baseball bat. When he arrived back at work the next morning the process server with my divorce papers was waiting for him. His call from his office to my cell phone was not pleasant. "What the fuck is going on, Amy? Are you trying to ruin my fucking life?" he screamed. "Actually Alan, I'm trying to improve your 'fucking life' by allowing you to fuck anyone you want to – not that that stopped you when we were married." "What was that shit of taking my passport, wallet and cell phone and leaving me stranded in Anguilla? You'll pay me for all of the trouble and expense you caused for me in getting back to the U. S." "I have no idea what you're talking about. Did someone steal your I. D.s?" I replied trying not to sound too smug. "And why couldn't your fuck buddy Joan help you out?" For this last zinger I did not suppress my smugness. After some more swearing and name calling by Alan I said "Listen, asshole; do yourself a favor; jus sign the divorce papers as is. Oh, and by the way, I'm coming to get my Tiffany lamps sometime this weekend. I don't know how they got left behind when I removed the rest of the furniture." "Someone broke them," he snickered. "Maybe the same person who 'stole' my I. D.s in Anguilla." Of course the difference was I had him on DVD smashing my "prized possessions," while he couldn't prove anything about me taking his cell phone, wallet and passport. ******************** Although I had gotten some sweet – though not totally over-the-top – revenge on Alan and that bitch Joan, I was not feeling so good. I couldn't believe the blow that Alan's cheating was to my ego. While I knew I wasn't the sexiest woman alive, I thought that Alan thought that I was great in and out of bed. I was feeling sexless and vulnerable. Despite some piss-ant maneuvers by Alan and his attorney, the divorce proceedings moved along as smoothly as could be expected, especially when he was caught in a lie at his deposition about smashing my "prize" Tiffany lamps. Getting a formal separation agreement signed by the judge about two months after the papers were filed was a big deal for me because I was reluctant to fuck anyone else if it could come back on me, and I was getting really horny. With the separation signed by the judge, that was no longer an issue, and despite my lack of self-confidence I knew that I needed to get in the saddle again. The Monday that the formal separation agreement was signed I was thinking about possible fuck buddies when Brian's name popped into my head. I dismissed him, however, because I couldn't believe that he was serious about wanting to get into my pants given the women he usually dated who were all younger and better looking than I was. While still rolling around possible fuck buddies in my mind, I went to dinner at a nice little Bistro in town with Sherrie, a female friend of mine, on the Friday of the week that the separation agreement was signed by the judge. As we were eating our main course in walked Brian with a woman who looked like she had just stepped out of Cosmopolitan Magazine – only with bigger tits. "Who's that guy?" my friend Sherrie asked with her eyes wide open. "Cute, huh," I chuckled. "His name is Brian Winters. He's a player; that woman is an average date for him." Sherrie spent the next few minutes talking about what she would like to do to Brian and what she would like him to do to her. My distinctive infectious laugh at something that Sherrie had to say about Brian's cock quickly alternating between her pussy and asshole apparently caught Brian's attention. He looked around, saw me, said something to his date, and quickly came over to our table. "Hi Amy," he enthusiastically said bending over and giving me a quick kiss on the cheek. "I meant to call you this week – I heard through the grapevine that you may be on your way to a divorce." Sherrie kicked me under the table. "Uh, yeah, Brian. By the way this is my friend, Sherrie." Brian barely acknowledged Sherrie but did smile at her and said "Hi." After his quick "Hi" he immediately returned his attention to me. "Well is the rumor true?" "Yes it is, Brian; I'm legally separated as of Monday." "Why didn't you call me? I thought that we had a deal," he said with a big enthusiastic smile. "Well, I didn't know if you were serious..." I started to protest. "I've never been more serious. If you're available tomorrow night I can cancel my plans." "Uh...OK," I meekly replied, suddenly feeling my pussy leaking and my face getting flushed. "Great – let me have your cell number and I'll call you tomorrow." I wrote my cell phone number on a napkin – I hoped that my hand wasn't shaking – got another smile and kiss on the cheek from Brian, and he returned to his miffed date. "You bitch," Sherrie giggled as soon as Brian was out of earshot. "You didn't tell me that he had the hots for you." "Uh...well...uh," I stammered, "I don't know whether he does or not." "I have to tell you, he does. I could tell just by his body language and the look on his face while you were writing down you cell phone number." We eventually changed the subject, finished dinner before Brian and his still-miffed date got served their main course, and took off. "You lucky bitch," were Sherrie's last words to me. I barely got to sleep that night thinking about tomorrow – hoping that I wasn't going to be disappointed. When Brian called at nine a. m. the next day, I figured that I probably would not be disappointed. "Hi Brian – you're up early on this Saturday morn," I said with a lilt in my voice when I saw his name on the caller I. D. "I was thinking about you," he chuckled. "You bullshitter," I chuckled back. "I'm sure that you were too busy with your DD date to even think about me. "After she saw me at your table, she wasn't particularly warm and fuzzy last night," Brian cackled. "Sorry," I replied. "Not a problem – she was plastic, not effervescent like you are. So what about tonight? Where can we go for a drink?" "Uh – well – I was thinking. Do you have any wine at your house?" I sheepishly asked. "Uh...sure. Want to meet here?" "Yes, I would. What time would it be good for me to come by?" "How about right now?" he excitedly said. "Uh, no, tonight," I laughed. "How about 6:30?" "See you then; do you have my address and directions?" ************************ I spent the rest of the day pampering myself. I had felt so shitty and inadequate as a result of Alan's cheating that I really needed to do something to prop myself up. A day at the spa where I got deep muscle therapy, a sugar foot scrub, a ninety minute full body massage, and a facial, lifted my spirits enormously. After I shaved and showered, I was ready for my evening of hope – hoping that it would return me to feeling sexy and confident. I saw no reason to wear any makeup except for light lipstick and eye shadow, nor any reason to wear any clothes except for a sundress. I didn't really know specifically what Brian did for a living or how successful he was, so I was a little surprised at the upscale neighborhood that his condo was located in. Brian looked great when he answered his heavy decorative walnut front door. "Hi there, sexy; you're sure looking good," were his initial comments as he held my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Flattery will get you anywhere," was my unoriginal but honest reply. Brian was a dynamo in getting me a glass of wine, pulling a few simple hors-d'oeuvres out of the oven, and making sure that I was comfortably seated in his plush living room. I felt pampered, yet anxious. There really was only one thing on my mind; so after the third time that he asked if I was comfortable I stood up and walked over and sat next to him. "Brian, you don't need to solicit my good will. I am the surest thing that you have ever had. I have to be honest with you. Alan's cheating has made me feel inadequate and non-sexy; I'm hoping that you'll change that for me overnight." That was probably the boldest and most vulnerable statement that I had ever made in my life. I stared into Brian's eyes as I lightly stroked the side of his face. I guess that my admission and gentle stroking released the animal in him. He quickly removed the wine glass from my hand, lifted me off the couch, and planted a lascivious kiss on my lips as his hands roamed over my entire body. Once he realized that I had no undergarments on he mumbled "Fuck yeah, fuck yeah," about ten times in a row as he lifted my arms up and broke his kiss only long enough to pull my sundress over my head. The next thing that I knew I was on my ass on his couch as he was burying his tongue in my anxious pussy as he held my thighs apart with his hands. I swore a blue streak as he kept alternating his tongue and finger action on my clit and G-spot, occasionally pinching one of my puffy nipples. My first orgasm was intense. I screamed and pulled his hair – I hope that I didn't hurt him, but he sure didn't seem to mind. As I was coming down from my first orgasm, through my bleary eyes I saw Brian stand and remove his clothes. When his boxers came off and his rock hard cock was exposed the bleariness left my eyes. "Let me have that fucking thing," I growled as I crawled off the couch, got on my knees and stuffed his cock into my mouth while I started massaging a heavy testicle with each hand. Brian bent over and played with my puffy nipples as I alternately tongued, stroked, and licked all three of his fantastic external sex organs. They were just the right size and texture for my purposes. I let up when I thought that Brian was close to getting ready to blow; he pulled me up to my feet and then I jumped on him and wrapped my thighs around his waist and my hands around his neck. He held my ass up with one hand and used the other to align his dick and my pussy. When he penetrated me I let out an "ooooooooooooooohhh" and my nervous system caused me to spasm. After a few thrusts in that uncomfortable position he shuffled toward the couch and then almost pile drove me into the soft cushions. His cock was buried deeper than any in my experience. The position that we were in on the couch was surprisingly comfortable and allowed me to buck back as Brian pistoned in and out of my pussy. When I started squeezing his cock with my Kegel exercises-enhanced strong pc muscles he almost instantly jettisoned rope after rope of cum into my pulsating cunt. Endorphins flooded my brain, my nervous system seemed like it was fried, and I let out a banshee scream before I collapsed. Brian stroked into and out of my basically lifeless body for another few minutes while I gazed up at him through half-opened eyes. When he pulled out he laid next to me and pulled me tightly to him. After a few minutes he moved my face away from his chest, looked me in the eye and with a smile asked "What in the hell was that? Do you have a vice grips in your vagina?" I simply giggled. "That was really fun, and just what I needed. Thank you so much, Brian." "This must be a Bizarro world," he chuckled. "A sexy minx gives me the best fuck of my life and thanks me; what's next, is someone coming to the door to give me a million dollars?" "Thanks for saying that, Brian, that's really nice of you," I replied convinced that he was just saying it to make me feel better. "Maybe I should leave now." "You think you're just going to fuck me and then run out on me?" he fake snarled. "You're not leaving here until I inspect every inch of your fabulous body and fuck you until I can't get it up any more." With that he lifted me up and carried me to his bed. As I lay there he inspected every inch of my body with his tongue, lips, fingers, and eyes, tickling, pinching, and poking, while I occasionally giggled and said "Stop it you pervert," although stopping him was the last thing I wanted to do. Finally he got this look in his eye as he was flicking my clit back and forth while I was trying to push his hand away and giggling. "What?" I asked, noticing his expression. "My little one-eyed friend is ready for some more pussy," he grinned widely. He wasted no time in burying his cock in one thrust as I lay on my back. Brian was pumping like crazy, and I was squirming like a landed marlin, as a feeling of euphoria overcame me. I suddenly decided that I wanted to fuck him, so with a strength that I didn't know that I had I rolled him over so that I was on top without his cock leaving my cunt. Once on top I was in a frenzy as I bounced up and down on him while swearing and pinching his nipples. He grabbed ahold of both of my tits and bucked up as much as he could considering the pummeling that I was giving him. Just as another orgasm was overtaking me and I started squeezing his cock with my pc muscles I heard a loud grunt and my pussy was once again flooded with Brian's jism. An Ending and a Beginning Lying next to each other in post-coital bliss Brian pinched my nose and said "Alan is a goddamn fool. You are light years better than Joan in bed, and out of bed you are so much better in every way. I'm going to turn his stupidity to my advantage." "How's that?" I asked. "By fucking you for the rest of my life, that's how," he snarled, as he planted yet another lascivious kiss on me. We spent the rest of the time until noon the next morning occasionally snacking and drinking liters of water just to keep up our strength and our body parts recharged, showering together to wash the cum and sweat off, and changing the sheets; but primarily we just played with each other's bodies. I loved his cock and testicles; his cock fit my pussy perfectly, and his testicles hung low and were heavy providing me with endless fascination as I fondled them and sucked or licked them. He really liked my pussy and asshole, and seemed as fascinated by my puffy nipples as I was with his testicles. "I've never seen puffy nipples live before; I love them," he must have said a dozen times, mostly between sucks. When I finally put my sundress back on after brunch about one p. m. on Sunday I sat on his lap – he was still naked. "Brian, you have no idea how much you helped me. You restored my confidence; I was lower than a snake's belly when I got here last evening and now I feel on top of the world. If the hottest guy I know can at least stand me for a night, I have hope for the future." Brian suddenly turned serious. "The way that you're talking sounds like you're trying to kiss me off." "No...I'm...uh...not," I stammered. "It's just that I know that you date girls hotter than I am, and that you're a player, and I didn't want you to think..." Brian put his hand over my mouth. "I've been a player because I've never found the right woman. There is a 99% probability that you're her. I know that you've been living in an apartment since your breakup with the asshole. Come live with me – I want to be exclusive with you." I was more than stunned. I was flabbergasted, gobsmacked, and dumbfounded. When I looked into his eyes I couldn't read them. "You can't be serious," finally came out of my mouth. "Why? Because you look upon me as a sex object, like most women do, so you don't think that I can have real feelings, or want a relationship?" "No...Brian, you're just so much more sexy and good-looking than I am." "First of all, I don't think so; and second of all, I've fucked lots of women and you are by far the best; hands down; not even close. So even if you don't think that I have real feelings for you at least continue fucking me; and the best way to do that is to move in with me." I continued to sit on his lap, speechless, with my arms around his neck and staring into his eyes. There was resolve in them. Suddenly I felt my bottom being poked – the bastard was getting hard again. Brian passionately kissed me. Then he stood up, bent me over the kitchen table, flipped up my sundress, and shoved his cock into my pussy for the umpteenth time in the last eighteen hours. I grabbed ahold of the table as my face lay on it and held on for dear life as he stroked in and out while squeezing my ass and fingering my asshole. Out of nowhere I felt my ass being penetrated by a slim hard object which turned out to be a vibrator. When he turned it on high while continued to fuck me I started wiggling and squirming while screaming the pleasure was so intense, and when he once again ejaculated into me I passed out. ********************* I may not be the sharpest tool in the shed, but when the sexiest guy and best fuck that I had ever met in my life made it clear that he wanted to try a relationship with me I decided to go for it. For six months I lived a dream – he was as kind and considerate as he was sexy. However, when we went on a week trip to Aruba and I had the best time of my life I had to admit to myself that I was crazy in love with him – and that worried me. When I woke Brian up with my crying the last night in Aruba he was perplexed. "What's wrong, Amy?" Through my tears I got out "I love you so much, Brian, it's going to be so painful when you find someone better than me – I think that I'll just die." He raised his eyebrows, then chuckled, then got out of bed. I was sure that he was going to break it off right then. Instead he went to his dresser drawer, opened it, took something out of it and came back to bed. "I was going to wait until we got back home, but I can't have you melting down on me. So – Amy Madison (I had returned to my maiden name after my divorce was final) will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?" ************************ It's been six years and two kids since Brian and I got married. I still can't believe he loves me like he does, but I make every effort to fuck him senseless three or four times a week – and twice a day on vacations – since I know that I fuck him better than anyone else ever could. He's done nothing to make me think that he'll ever be unfaithful, and he's the best husband and father that I could imagine. Every so often I send Joan and Alan thank-you cards. Too bad that they never hooked up permanently; it would have saved me the price of a card and stamp each time I send one out. They deserved each other. An Ending for Emma Mikel met someone. Mikel is my brother who writes as Mikelh at Literotica and yes, Mikel is M from my story "Em & M". (He said "enough with the M, I don't care") Mikel met Suzy (Don't you hate her already) about three months ago. Actually I met her and unfortunately I can see why he liked her. She's pretty, smart (well, pretty smart) and laughs at his jokes. I happen to like her too; she's a nice girl. At first it wasn't serious and after all we both see other people. The evil little green person in my head didn't start telling me things until Mikel started telling me things. Things like, "Suzy did…then Suzy did…isn't Suzy…?" (Do you need details?) When he started calling her 'The Suze', I wanted to barf – for more than one reason. Do you find that guys, no matter how smart or sensitive are still idiots when it comes to their relationships with women? We've been sleeping together for almost two years and he's telling me how wonderful 'The Suze' is: hello! The next part has some sentences in it that embarrass me and I made Mikel promise not to read this story if I put it on Literotica. I love him and I realized something with this Suzy business. I want him to be happy but I want him to be happy with me. I want him to love other people but I want him to love me more. I want him to love me most. (This is the aria of the soap opera that my life became "me, me, me, me") Keats said that truth is beauty. This is true and it's not beautiful. I guess I want him to love me the way he wrote in "My sister, Myself" (mascara mess made me look like a raccoon after reading that but of course I'm a little prejudiced since the basic idea was about me - even though we're not twins) So what was I supposed to do, seduce him? I'd already done that (or he had). Maybe I could 'seduece' him again by doing stuff with him we've never done. I think we've covered it except for one area: but in the end, (sorry I couldn't resist) he knows I'll do it all with him, anytime - except for the day of 'The Fight'. He comes over. He's kissing me and working his way into my bra when I explode. "What do you think MIKEL; I'm always going to be here anytime YOU feel like it? Well I don't want to play this game. I don't want to FEEL THIS WAY. (I'm not going to start crying, but…) The NEXT time something comes up - WHY DON'T YOU GO SCREW SUZY... AND SCREW HER FOR NINE HOURS LIKE IN ONE OF YOUR OVER THE TOP STORIES. (When I say this I almost laugh because I know that this is the sentence we'll talk about later) Mikel is standing like a deer in headlights. The last time I yelled at him he was nine, I was ten and he had put ants in my cereal. The look on his face is so concerned, so sweet; I melt. "Em, Suzy is not a thing. It's not you and me. If you don't want me see her, I won't." "I do…I don't…fuck" Mikel holds me and kisses all the wetness on my face. "Emma, you and me is different. (I'll say) That's always." He's Mikel kissing me now: long, soft, slow and deep. "I'm always with you Em". I know the good stuff is coming and the green is gone. He's doing me so slow I don't know if I can take it. I want to say "touch me Mikel" but I know when he gets like this, if I wait long enough my explosion will be atomic. As he's doing, my head is narrating: your hand is in my bra and the strap cuts into my back; I like it. I know what you're going to do with my nipple. It's what you always do. Please don't surprise me, do what you always do. Yes Mikel I'm wet for you. You don't have to ask but you like to hear me say it… I like to tell you… I could cry when I feel this good… Nothing else has to happen and I'd be happy… but I'm happy something else is going to happen. My arms are around your neck and I'm kissing you as you free me so my nipples can move across your chest the way you like...I'm grateful that you never seem to tire of them. You touch them and lick them… and pinch them… and suck them. Sometimes the quiet is lovely when you're just touching me this way… only the sound of your hands moving over my skin...I'm waiting as they journey down my now naked back and legs…I'm waiting as they rest on my ass and spread it gently. Soon you'll be there…Soon you'll have my wet folds in your hand…Soon I'll have your fingers. I want to tell you how you're making me feel when you get there but some spells are eggshell thin and I'm afraid…I reach for the hardness against my thigh and encircle the velvet skin that covers the stiff shaft... My Mikel. I'm holding you and my thumb moves along your length. I squeeze as your fingers slide over my hood and I feel the slippery pre-cum spread over the tip as my thumb crosses the opening…I want your cock everywhere. We go to 'our' chair and I'm on you almost before you sit. You hold me down and keep me from raising and lowering myself. We're kissing and I can feel you tensing and releasing your cock inside me. I start circling with my hips and thank God you let me. I could come like this but you usually read the signs and stop me so we can build. The room is warm, my hair is starting to mat and you lick some sweat beads off my breasts as I arch back for you to suck your Emma's nipples…I love thinking 'your Emma'. You direct me up and then we're down on the floor, in each other's mouth. I lie on top of you so we feel the length of each others body as we suck. I love everything about having you in my mouth and being in yours. Again I could come and I feel how close you are too. You stop. I'm on my hands and knees and you're behind me. You ask me and I say yes. You're gentle and there is more pressure and pleasure than pain. I'm filled with you. I'm glad it's you there. You ask me to touch myself so I can come with you. You start to come and you don't pump me. I know your body is pushing you there but you will not hurt me. I start to cry. I start to come and it's more than atomic. I was shaking when I was done and Mikel held me saying "Oh Em I'm so sorry I didn't mean to hurt you… I shouldn't have..." I told him it was wonderful and I wasn't crying because he hurt me but because he didn't. He sort of understood and I thought two things. That was the first time I ever made love with anybody without being amused by something or thinking a funny thought. I was only 'there'. The second thing I thought was: my uncharted territory is behind me – at an end. (Sorry but I'm back to my ordinary reality) Well, this brings me and Mikel about up to the present and I'm not sure where we go from here but I know we're in a new place and I know how to end this one myself. I love you Mikel. Dear Reader, Your vote and anonymous feedback helps me to know how I'm doing and if I should post more of what I write about Mikel and me. Thanks, Emma An Ending of Sorts Scott Summers looked over the open window of the home that he once had shared with his wife, Jean. But his bed was warm now. Their marriage was long gone. It's kind of hard to carry on a relationship with someone who is dead. He loved her more than life. But with this most recent battle with the Phoenix force had left them all drained, especially him, after all, he had to stand there and watch as jean had automatically turned on the beta beam, and disintegrated herself. He knew that it was best all around, for the being known as the Phoenix force that was contained inside of Jean, was a ravenous brute who wanted nothing, except to satiate the hunger that was raging inside of her. It was Jeans mind that had finally prevailed over the Phoenix force and that had allowed her to do what was necessary and pull the trigger on the laser beam that had finally ended her life, shooting a beam of pure energy across through her forehead and liquefying her brain. If he'd wanted to do so, the man known as Cyclops could have done just that thing. But his wife had known him, and had known exactly how and when he would react. She had known that he would take every known possibility to man to try and stop her from carrying out her plan so she had taken the best route possible and had frozen his mind, letting him watch, but rendering him basically a statue. He watched as the yellow beam had shot out of the Shi'ar death ray, and vaporized his wife where she stood. He watched, and he'd screamed. Scott Summers opened up his eyes, the ruby quartz lenses of the night goggles he wore for sleeping protected his home, letting the power of his optic laser blast, disperse through them. He was hard again, as he always was when he thought of his wife. God, how he missed Jean…even now, some three months after the accident, he would still turn and look for her and find an empty pillow. He missed his wife. His cock tented out in his shorts as he'd slept as it had so many nights before. Every dream of her made him that way. Every thought of her made him painfully hard. There was no way that he was going to get any sleep now, especially not now. He threw aside the covers on his blanket, and stepped out of the bedroom, his feet padding on to the floor. He looked at himself in the mirror, his hair a mess and the ever-present hard on that was threatening to burst his seam on his pajama pants. He needed release, and needed it now. He slid his pants down from his waist, and let the fabric pool down around his feet. Naked he stared at himself in the moonlight of the room, everything cast in that familiar red glow of his goggles. "I love you Jean." He whispered to himself thinking, hoping that it might be possible for her to hear him in the afterlife. Gently he took his cock inside of his hand and slowly moved it up and down. He knew that this was wrong; to masturbate after ones dead wife had to be some sort of sin wasn't it? And he could feel as he got harder and harder, feeling the hear t beat inside of his chest as it echoed against him again and again. He could feel it in other places too, feeling it at the head of his cock, feeling it in his fingers as he felt his shaft become imbued with blood. He was so close, so close that it frightened him; he could smell Jean's scent on him, feeling the wetness of her kisses upon his lips as he had so many times before. Automatically his heart quickened, and his tongue gently slid out trying to capture the imaginary ghost that was his wife. His had was now working furiously at the base of his cock, going faster than he'd ever thought possible he began to feel that familiar urge, that he thought that he'd lost so long ago. "Oh God, Jean, Jean, Jean! " He called out her name, hoping to hear her respond back to him, hoping to hear her tell him she loved him, that she remembered him. His cock surged again, sending white globules of sperm spattering against the bed sheets; again and again he came feeling his cock release the sweet seed. Than it was over, the urge had fallen the room came back into focus. With a sigh he fell back into bed and slid back to sleep, knowing now and forever his wife was truly dead, and nothing that he could do would bring her back. An Ending? Or A Beginning? It was my fifth visit to see you before I knew you were then one. You were the source of all my pleasure and my pain. I knew I could never leave your side again. I had arrived early and prepared the hotel room for when you got off work. I had planned on driving over and surprising you but somehow you already knew I was here. I had just stepped from the shower when the knock to my door came. I called out to see who was here but no answer came. I moved to the door and as I looked through the glass I smiled opening the door as fast as I could. “Anthony, how did you know?” I say moving back from the door and look down almost ashamed you found out before I was ready for you. I kneeled as soon as the door was shut, not quite ready for any on lookers to know just what I share with you. I felt your hand move through my hair and I knew your were not upset with me. I had come 900 miles once more to see you and be with you. I belonged to you or so I had hoped. “Stand up and go get dressed as I asked of you.” As I stood up I looked upon your face seeing the growing desire behind your eyes. Just as I was about to move away to dress your hand caught me and drew me into a heated embrace. I could still taste the Pepsi and Marlboro’s on your lips. I felt you hand reaching through my hair pulling a handful back until my neck was straight, Just when I thought you would push me away I felt your teeth enter my right shoulder and the heat of my center rising even more. You always seem to know when to pull back, perhaps it is the change of my breath or the rising musk scent from my center, but my climax is close. You push me away once more and I feel as though I will burst inside from my excitement. I move quickly to my suitcase and begin to lie out what you had wished me to bring. I look over to you waiting for your nod. “Bring them here, now.” Your command was not what I had expected; I lowered myself to the floor and crawled over to you. The black garter belt and nylons in one hand, the black strapless bra in the other. I look up to you as I take my position before you. I do not speak I wait to see what it is you wish. You pull me up again by my hair and take the clothes from me. You spin me around and slap my ass hard. The sting moves through me, soaking my center once more. “Did you wear them like I asked you?” “Yes sir I did, every night for a week while I pleasured myself thinking of you. I soaked them each night with my cum and laid them out to dry as you instructed.” I watch in the mirror as you lift them to your nose and inhale deep. I was proud I had done as you asked and seeing the sparkle in your eye I knew you were pleased with my obedience. I looked down to the floor waiting for you to finish. In the mirror before me I can see your eyes looking me over then your hand raise as if to strike my behind once more, but instead you pat my cheek tracing the hand print still there. “Get dressed and kneel before me.” “Yes sir.” Again I whisper letting you watch as I slowly place the nylons on, then the garter belt. I take my time snapping it into place still feeling your eyes on me. As I button the last hook on the bra I kneel before you. “I am ready sir.” “Tell me Anne who do you belong to?” “You sir, only to you. I am not even worthy of you.” “No you are not. Now lean over the bed.” I moved with your words setting both hands on the edge of the bed as you had wished. I cannot see what you are doing. But I hear you moving behind me. Time seems to have no meaning and it feels like an hour passes and I’m still leaned on the edge of the bed. I feel you hand come down across my ass once more, this time hard. The sting burns through me soaking my black panties. I stiffen knowing you will do it again. “You have disobeyed me slave, you need to be punished.” Again I feel the sting of your hand across my other cheek. I hold the moan within me knowing you need to punish me. I have stayed away to long this time. I move forward only an inch as the sixth slap came across my ass. I feel it on fire and know the welts will please you. Then just as suddenly as you started you stop. I feel your finger tracing the deepest of the marks. I shiver with the mixture of pain and pleasure. “On your knees slave.” I was already moving down in front of you, my eyes position on your feet. Again I see you move behind me and I cannot see what you are doing. I hear the ruffle of paper possible tissue paper then I feel you move behind me. I tremble feeling your lips move across my shoulder then the bite into it as your hands move cupping my breasts. I cry out with the rush and know those black panties are dripping with my excitement. I feel you pulling my hair up and then something moving across my neck. “You are a good slave but I think it is time you were my pet.” I move my hand across my neck feeling the small lace collar and feel my cheeks redden. I had not expected this. Nor would I ever disobey and stay gone so long again. I lean my head to the side letting your searching mouth have all you wish and desire. “Come here pet.” You whisper as you lead me over to the bed. I watch as you sit on the edge and place me on your knees, my own legs as wide as you can spread them. I feel your fingers slip the panties aside and probe my wetness. You probe deep feeling how tight I have become in your absence. One then two fingers then a third enter me before you slip you’re cum soaked finger to my lips smearing my juices over them and then share a heated kiss. I feel your tongue dancing with mine. You push me off your lap placing me between your thighs and lower my head to your enlarged cock. How I have missed your cock filling my mouth and I show you this as I lick down the side as you like it. I move down licking and sucking on your balls letting my tongue brush across your ass only once before teasing the head of your pre-cum soaked cock. Your taste draws me deeper and I finally slide your cock as deep as I can in my throat. Judging by the moan I have pleased you and it is my only reward I desire to fully please you. I look up to see you watching me as I suckle on your member the sight of your cock buried deep in my throat must amaze you. I feel you hand in the back of my hair urging me deeper still. I begin to masturbate you with one hand just below my lips letting my hand move in the opposite direction the sensation must be intense for you. You push me back from your cock, I know you are not ready to cum yet, I know you want more of me. I stand as your hand pulls me forward. You slip off my panties in one move and set me on your lap. You can feel the dripping of my cum even before you slide your thick cock in me. You thrust me harder down onto you knowing how well lubricated I already am. Your mouth moves to my nipple, even through the bra you feel how hard it is. You slide the thin fabric down so my nipple is held just above the crest. I feel you bite down into me even as you are lifting me off your cock only to feel you sliding into my ass. I know I can’t take much more, I know the pain of you taking me in my ass will force me to cum. “Sir please…” I cry out needing to hear you tell me it is ok. I tense tighten around your cock as you push deeper into me. My nails dig deeper into your back and my breathing becomes ragged again. I cry out with the pain with the intense pleasure. You say nothing but bite harder into my nipple. “Oh god please sir let me cum for you…” Again I feel your hands digging into my sides as you lift and trust me back down harder on your cock. My ass is on fire and I cannot with hold my orgasm any longer and the flood washes over your balls. I can fell you tensing. I know it will not be much longer. Your hand moves up pulling my hair back making my neck exposed to you. You bite into my neck muffling your own sounds of release. You slow your trust in me; I feel you’re cum dripping from my ass as you pull me off of you. You lay us back on the bed I feel your hand running down my spine and finally you release my tender flesh from your mouth. Your breaths are as deep as my own. I lift my eyes to look upon you. “I love you.” I whisper to you before slipping my head back to your chest as you like it. I slip my thighs over you so you can feel our cum dripping down upon you. I know this to be right. “I have been thinking pet you won’t be leaving here. I think it is time to seal your life with me.” “Yes sir.” Were the only words I could say. I knew I would be moving up here soon with my job so my master would never be without his pet another day.