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Donna

By: satinkitty



She stands in the middle of the room, alone and trembling. My pretty flower, my lovely pet, she has reason to look so afraid. I gave her very specific instructions this morning, on how I wanted her prepared when my friends came over. How she was to dress, how she was to act, how she was to remain silent unless I asked her a direct question or told her to respond to a question asked of her...I told her all of it ahead of time. But she was a bad girl, a rebellious little one, and even if it was accident or on purpose it doesn't matter. I walk around her slowly, letting the heels of my boots click loud on the tile floor, watching her lower lip quiver with fear. She is naked save for her collar and the soft leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. 

Most would find her pretty, my little submissive girl, with her soft features and her big pretty eyes, which are currently hidden behind a blindfold. Her full breasts, her tight little stomach and thighs have brought many of my dominant friends to sigh with envy over my prize. And her skin, so pale...when she is whipped, it turns the loveliest shade of pink, like a rosy blush, and it doesn't scar easily. I stop behind her, looking at the white satin of her flanks, choosing my punishment spots. 

"Donna," I bark suddenly, watching the way she snapped to attention at the sound of my voice. "Let's go over the reason why we are standing here now, hmmm?" I watch the way she bites her lower lip in despair. "Why are we standing here, in the room of Punishments?"
 "Because...because I have been bad, Mistress," Donna says, her voice barely over a whisper. 

"That's right, you've been bad." I pace back and forth in front of her. Although she cannot see me, she can feel the air current from my body as I walk to and fro. "VERY bad, indeed. What did I tell you this morning that I wanted?" I stop, lift her chin with my gloved hand, letting her feel the strong grip of my fingers behind the layer. She swallows hard, and hesitates, answering only when I put a little more pressure on her jaw. "What did I tell you, Donna?"

"That you wanted me up at nine, Mistress. You said you wanted me to wear my white dress, and serve all of your guests so they could see me. And not to talk to them, unless you ask me something or you tell me to answer one of their questions, Mistress."

"Right, so you do remember what I told you." I drop her chin and resume my pacing. "Tell me, then, Donna...was it so very hard? Did I expect so much from you?" My voice is deceptively calm, waiting for the first sign of rebellion, baiting her into admitting her own carelessness. 

"No, Mistress," she murmurs, her voice wavering on the edge of tears. The little slut, she's probably hoping that if she acts sorry enough, I'll let her out of the thrashing she deserves. She acts afraid, but I can see her body reacting to my questioning. Her perky little nipples are hard, and I can imagine between her thighs there is a lake forming. 

"Then explain to me why I arrived here with twenty of my guests, and found out you weren't even out of bed yet." I raise my voice slightly, reaching out to trail my fingertips over her betraying breasts. She flinches when I pinch one of her pink nubs between my covered fingers. "Explain to me why I had to apologize that you weren't ready, and they had to wait thirty minutes while you dressed and came to serve them their drinks." 

"My alarm clock didn't go off, Mistress," she whimpers, and her voice cracks on the last word. I see the first tear escape from beneath the blindfold, trailing down her smooth cheek. I capture it on one of my gloved fingers and lift it to my lips, drinking the salt of the drop. "I didn't know it was ten until you came to wake me when you got home." 

"Why should I believe a bad little girl like you, Donna?" I say, laughing coldly. "A lazy slave like you probably got out of bed and turned off the alarm, thinking you still had time to rest." Silence, she knows better than to respond. It will only make things harder on her...smart little flower, in such delicious distress. "You are a lazy little slut-slave, aren't you?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Say it." I command.

"I am a lazy little slut-slave, Mistress."

"Good. Now we will discuss punishment." I move over to one of the walls of the room, where my instruments and toys were carefully arranged for easy selection. Donna hates the cane, fears it more than any other whip or crop, because it leaves stripes that leave her bottom sore for days. It is what I use on her serious offenses, and it is the one I choose now. "Since twenty of my guests were kept waiting to see my lazy pet, then I think twenty lashes of the cane would be enough of a punishment for your disobedience." 

Her mouth falls open, and babble starts to pour forth. Pleas of mercy, promises to never disobey again, begging to pleasure me some other way. They don't work. I walk back over and yank off her blindfold, letting her blue eyes adjust to the dim room. "Shut up," I tell her, and she falls silent. It has been a while since she has been rebellious, and I'm looking forward to what is coming. I know she isn't...she'll get no pleasure from this, but that is her punishment. I hold the crop up in between us, and tell her to go fetch the ottoman. 

She goes and drags the padded stool to the center of the room, automatically lying across it on her stomach like she knows I will want her to. With her knees resting on the tile floor and her body draped across the furniture, it gives me a perfect striking point. Her lovely white ass is exposed fully, and beyond the pale globes I see a peek of her shaved pussy. The pretty pink folds are as soft as a rose, and I can see they are slick with moisture. I order her to put her hands behind her neck and to keep them there, and she does hesitantly, knowing the lashing is going to follow soon. I give her a long moment there, waiting, frightened before I bring down the cane. 

It almost whistles on the way down, cracking across her fleshy cheeks and making her sob aloud. In between strokes, I reprimand her. THWACK. "When I tell you..." THWACK. "...that I want something done..." THWACK. "...I expect it done..." THWACK. "...and done right." Every time the cane comes down across her ass, Donna yelps, and I can hear her openly sobbing. Her pale flesh is becoming crisscrossed with angry pink stripes, making her entire rear heated and utterly sensitive. I watch her body become sweaty, tense, as she fights to keep her hands at the base of her neck and not cover her bottom with them to ward off the blows. 

When her twenty lashes are up, she is crying softly, face hanging, eyes closed. Her bottom is still raised, the burning pink stripes like latticework on her flesh. I take off my glove on my right hand and scratch my fingernails over the super-tender area, watching her bite back a scream, then I order her to stand. She does, wincing at the soreness in her flanks, silent tears still coursing over her face. Her cheeks and nose are blood-red, from the humiliation and the crying. "Stop your blubbering, you deserved that. Tell me you deserved that." 

"I deserved that, Mistress, for being such a lazy little slut-slave." Good girl, she knows what I want to hear. I hold out the crop for her to kiss, the final humiliation in her punishment, kissing the weapon that marked her flesh like some forbidden idol. "Now go to your room and shower. Tonight you are going to remind me why I should keep such a bad girl around my house. You have to prove why I should let you stay here still as my slave." 

She bends swiftly, despite her sore limbs and presses her lips to the cool leather of my boot, then heads down the hallway and disappears into her quarters. I clean and replace the crop, and head for my own room. I undress and lie across my bed, my hands idly wandering over my nipples, tugging on the silver ring that runs through my right bud, then lower to toy with my damp sex. The punishment of my little pretty has aroused me greatly, and I rub my fingers over the hard pearl of my clit, tracing circles and enjoying the pleasure that follows my caresses. Fifteen minutes later, my little sub is at my door, ready to prove to me her worth. 

Oh, she is good...wearing the white sundress that I wanted her to wear earlier, her makeup done just the way I like it, her formal metal cuffs and collar on her wrists and neck. She moves into the room and climbs on the bed and gazes into my eyes, hers pleading permission. I point down and she straddles me eagerly in a 69 position, her now-clean sex hovering over me as she proceeds to lick my wet folds. Donna spreads my nether lips apart, cleaning the moisture from them, tracing them with her tongue. 

The girl knows how to eat a pussy, it's hardly long before I'm having to force myself to lie still. I flip up her sundress and admire the rosy glow I've marked on her. I trace a finger over one of the prominent red marks, and she moans against my wetness like a whore. When I come, I come hard, grinding against her teeth and tongue as if she were just an object for me to get off against. I flood her face with my fluids and she sets about licking them off like a good little girl. My good little beauty has convinced me to keep her, and I stare at her open sex that bobs above me, the dewy flower swollen with her need for release. 

Poor little slave, clit hard as a marble, her inner thighs drenched with her passions...my soft heart takes over and I reach up, plunging fingers in that quivering slit. "You have three minutes," I tell her. "If you can't get off by then, you'll be going to bed a hungry little slut tonight." 

She doesn't need to be told again, thanking me sweetly, using her body to her maximum advantage to fuck my offered hand. It is two minutes and she comes, her sticky hot juices coating my hand. I pull my fingers back and lick them once, drinking her sweet essence like melted chocolate. 

"Next time I tell you to be up, make sure you know I am serious," I warn her, and she thanks me again, kissing my mouth twice before leaving my bed. She heads out of the room, to go start dinner, and I roll over sated to nap before then, dreaming sweet dreams of marking my little flower once more.

Donna



Copyright Oggbashan October 2002 The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Version 001 25 October 2002

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The weak winter sunlight seeping through and past the dirty broken glass of the wind shaken window barely lit the room.

Donna lay on the blood soaked mattress shivering with cold and fear. She clutched her grubby nylon housecoat trying to warm herself and her new born son. Her face was grey not just with the all pervading grime but with lack of blood and the despair of final loss of hope. She was tired, exhausted, beyond crying or protesting at her inability to move herself off the mattress.

While vainly waiting for Wayne to return to her she thought back through her recent past to the family home she had left in anger only six months before. In her memory the boring existence of sharing her parents' daily routine seemed an Arabian Nights' fairy tale of love, light and plenty. Her father's repeated platitudes and her mother's nagging complaints had at least recognised her needs and had wanted a secure future for their only daughter. Then the shock of meeting Wayne had at first alienated them from her. They wanted "better" for her than they thought that Wayne could offer. Their first recriminations had soon withered in the face of her determined insistence that she wanted Wayne and no other future. The inescapable fact of her pregnancy had overridden everything. 

At the time she could not accept that their concerns were for her. When she left home she had thought that their objections to Wayne were driven by their own fears of "What the neighbours would think". Later their unstinting help had demonstrated their love was for her and their unconcern for society's disapproval.

Wayne "had" a flat that she moved into. She didn't know and wouldn't have cared that he had inherited it from another drifter neither of whom had bothered to pay rent to the landlord. There was a pile of legal looking envelopes in the hallway. What did her love care about paperwork? She was setting up her first home with Wayne. Their love would rise above such petty nuisances.

Donna cleaned and polished that flat with a zeal that she had never had for housework with her parents. She cooked meals with her mobile phone tucked under her chin listening to the instructions her mother had never been able to get her to listen to before. Her father had visited her, but only when Wayne was at work, to put up shelves, mend the wardrobe hinges and do the small repairs that had built up over the years of neglect.

Even in those early days there was a small cloud on her horizon. Wayne never seemed to notice or appreciate the work that had been done to make their flat into a home for them and their baby-to-be. Every night the cloud vanished before his passionate love making.

The insignificant legal envelopes shattered her dream only a month later. As she lay in bed with her arms wrapped round Wayne the heavy pounding on the door announced the arrival of the bailiffs. They saved only those belongings that could be hurriedly packed into Wayne's rusty van. The bailiffs' concern and sympathy for her only inflamed her anger with Wayne who seemed wholly indifferent to the loss of their home.

"We'll find another place, babe. Don't you worry." was Wayne's response.

He couldn't or wouldn't understand that Donna was grieving for the loss of her innocence, the loss of her dreams, their expulsion from their Garden of Eden. As he drove the van away she had screeched her anger at him from the torn passenger seat.

Her anger was unslaked that night when they bedded down on a mattress perched on the lumpy pile in the back of the van. She rejected his advances summarily. He responded with heavy punches, beating her almost senseless before raping her. She screamed in pain and terror but no one heard her from the quiet road in the derelict industrial estate. She sobbed herself to a fitful sleep beside a snoring Wayne.

She should have left him the next morning. "If only" are two of the saddest words in English. The next morning Wayne was apologetic, grovelling. He had been as upset as she was, or so he said. When she had rejected him, he had "lost it". He would never do that again. He loved his babe, didn't he? She could not bear to recall his actual words, his extravagant promises, his declarations of eternal love. 

Since then she had found out the lies, the deceit and his unchanging selfish self-indulgence. He had never loved her. He had just wanted a trophy to impress his mates. He had never known or cared that Donna was a person. She was just another mark of his status. His pursuit and capture of her had been the most consistently directed effort of his life. Now she was his, why should he bother to consider her feelings? He used words as tools to hold her just as he used buttons to control his stereo system.

That day they had moved into the first of a series of depressing squats shared with the rejects of the local society. Time after time Donna had tried to make the best of each squat, cleaning, scrubbing, decorating and improving with anything she could "rescue" from roadside skips. Then Wayne would have a drunken argument with the other squatters and they would have to move on to another derelict building. Donna's desire for improvement dwindled to the mirage of a working toilet that she could keep clean.

As her belly grew in size Wayne became even less considerate. She was malnourished and her pregnancy drained away the last relics of the beauty he had wanted to own. He stayed away for longer and longer periods. He admitted he had even made her pregnant only as part of his campaign to own her. She wouldn't have left her parents otherwise, would she? He didn't want a baby now, did he? Why hadn't she got rid of it? He had a total disregard for the mundane details. There was somewhere up London where they did "it". Why hadn't she gone there? Then they could have been happy together again. He had even given her twenty pounds to pay for "it". She could have hitched a lift to London couldn't she?

That twenty pounds had been the only money he had ever given her. It fed them for nearly a whole week. Her savings had paid for all their food until she had nothing left. Wayne's job had vanished when his employer lost patience with Wayne's erratic attendance and slapdash work even as a packer and porter. 

It would still be OK, babe, he'd assured her. He would get benefit, wouldn't he? He had but each week the benefit disappeared on cans of lager and occasional expensive take-away meals. Then the benefit had stopped because he wouldn't oblige "them" with the minimum necessary pretence of seeking employment. 

Donna had wanted to ask her parents for help. She made the mistake of suggesting that to Wayne. His response had been to stamp her mobile phone to pieces and give her another savage beating which left her belly untouched. 

That mercy was only because he had long since realised the possibility of child benefit and family income support. He would repeat over and over "Once the little beggar's born, we'll be all right, babe.". Each repeat fouled her with lager smelling breath, tormenting her hungry belly with the thought of food that could have been bought with Wayne's lager money. 

Donna did not want their child to be the supplier of more cans of lager for Wayne. Their child was her last hope. Now her last hope was born but could not survive. Her son sucked vainly at her dry flaccid breast. She was too starved to produce milk for him. Wayne had left her days ago. She had given birth alone in this room with no one within call. She knew she was dying. She braced herself to make one final effort. Her son was still attached to the umbilical cord. Perhaps if she put him back inside her he might live a few more hours. 

She raised her hips and inserted her son's feet into her bleeding wound. She tensed her tired muscles and pulled. There was a slight movement in the baby's position. She pulled as hard as she could, cradling the tiny baby in one hand as she fed his legs in with the other hand.

Donna smiled weakly. It was working. She was unbirthing her son. If only Wayne came in time and brought the food that he'd promised so her so many times - but his promises were never fulfilled. Surely he knew just how desperate she was?

She pushed harder and screamed as the baby's hips spread her wide. She had only to absorb the chest and head. Then her baby would be safe and protected from a world too terrible to face.

The shoulders entered her. She grasped the head. It had to turn if she was to succeed. Slowly, slowly the head turned. Her bloody skin slipped further and further over her baby's face stifling his weak and sickly breathing.

She screamed again as her son's head tore its way through back through her birth canal into her womb. Then she sank back on the blood spattered mattress. She relaxed into blissful unconsciousness satisfied that she'd saved her child.

She was completely unaware of Wayne's drunken empty-handed return hours later. Her cooling body did not feel the frenzied kicking with which he tried to punish her for the loss of a secure income. 

Donna's life and hope had died with her son.

The End.



Donna



DONNA

This is a continuation of the story about Jenny...

I go to work, and, by five, I am back home...

Something made me jump out one tram stop earlier, needing to take a stroll...

I arrive in front of my block of flats, when I sense that someone is staring at me.

I look into that direction, and see a pair of dark green eyes watching me...

Truth is that I've never seen Donna wearing anything else than a bath robe...

She's gorgeous! She's got an ass! Boobs! Her moves are slick! Also, the way she dresses and wears her outfits don't let you guess that she's coming from the country side...

She quickly turns around and enters the cafeteria situated just beside my block of flats, obviously making her curvy ass move in a way that inflames any man's imagination!...

I make a few more steps and can see her through the windows – she goes and buys a cake and a soft drink, than takes a seat at a table...

I decide to enter the cafeteria, take a cake that I know I won't be able to eat, and a soft drink.

I simply hate their cakes!...

I stop by Donna's table: "Hi, Donna, may I take seat?"

She doesn't say a word, but shakes her head in approval.

I take a seat and do nothing, just look at her. I know that this moment must be critical – one word or move may make the difference...

I can see on her face that she's sad, or mad...

She continues to be silent, and somewhat absent, so I decide to risk and break the ice...

"So, Donna, how often do you eat sweets?" I know that all women are obsessed with their silhouette...

She gives me a bitter smile: "Actually, never until now! But, when I'm upset, or mad, I need to eat something sweet"...

I look at her in a concerned manner, expecting her to continue.

I'm absolutely sure that she hasn't chosen to come at this cafeteria just by chance – this makes me confident – at least, just a little bit...

She sticks her teaspoon into the cake, breaking it in two, than looks outside the windows – her voice is a ruin...

"You know, Sam and I... we just broke!"...

This really surprises me, but the less tanned mark on her right hand finger, empty now, confirms her say, so I ask: "How come?!? Jenny told me that you were already engaged to be married!"

She looks at me, surprised, while her green eyes become darker: "Well, didn't Jenny also tell you the size of the shoes I'm wearing?!?"

I could sense her nervousness...

"Donna, I don't know how good friends you really are, but I can assure you that she's always spoken about you in a positive manner – in fact, I think she admires and loves you!"

"All right! Sorry! I'm, as I've told you, turned upside down"...

I dig a little in my cake, taking a small piece with the tip of my teaspoon...

I know that my "political" plead now, may make the difference between getting my dick wet or just getting the fuck out of there!...

"As you know, I've barely exchanged three or four words with Sam, but, as appearance, he seemed to me as a normal person – you know, lovers do have some fights, form time to time, which just make them feel much better when they make up"...

I try to make a smiling and comforting face...

She gives me a short glimpse, than says:

"This time, it's not like that – his unit is at more than two hundred kilometers away from here...

There, he lives in a nice apartment in a block of flats.

He has tried, real hard, according to him, but he couldn't obtain a transfer at Bucharest, or close to Bucharest.

I do have here, at Bucharest, a well paid and good job – I've worked too hard for it to just waste it"...

She makes a short pause, sipping from her soft drink, than continues:

"The apartment is... inside the unit and all the inhabitants are military or military families"...

She takes a deep breath and continues:

"You should see the wives of the officers – they all act as if they are in a higher rank than their husbands!...

The place in itself is a complete boredom – they have a cantina called restaurant, a general store, the shelves being filled with, mainly, things for kids, and even a theater, where once or twice per month somebody comes and throws a show...

Don't ask me who! Just brilliant unknown artists!...

"Yeah, that looks some kind of military to me!"...

My words seem to encourage her to continue:

"Even having sex is a problem, since we cannot have the music loud - there are some neighbors who have very small kids – we also must be very discrete, since there are some other neighbors who have grown enough kids to understand what is happening if they hear us!"...

She smiles, looking somewhere far away, and takes another sip from her glass...

The only job he could find for me there is as some kind of a teacher at the elementary school – the alternative is the kindergarten...

Practically, you have no place to go... Further more, the commander has given an internal order that no military or wife is aloud to rent a room at a motel, in an area of one hundred kilometers!

The reason is, they say, that they want to avoid adultery issues...

So, if I would have met Sam a few years earlier, and I would have come directly from my village, most probably I would have had accepted the situation... But now, it's different, really!"...

I think it's the right moment for me to say something, just for the sake of the conversation...

"So, as I've seen, Sam is a petty officer - he's not I don't know what high ranked shot in the army...

I believe that if he insists, he may have the chance to find something here, or, at least, closer to Bucharest – anyway, a place from where you could come daily and keep your job"...

"I cannot tell. Maybe you're right! Anyway, he has insisted that we get married NOW and that I quit my job! He knows that I have been fucking a few of my coworkers before meeting him! Stupid me! I have confessed this to him one night, when I was really wasted from the booze!"...

I make a serious face and tell her:

"Jealousy is really a very important issue, and you hear this from a relatively freshly divorced person!"...

"Yes, Jenny has told me that you are freshly divorced"...

It's my turn to make a face, and, obviously mocking, ask Donna: "Didn't Jenny also tell you the size of the shoes that I'm wearing?!?"

This makes her smile, and answers: "No, but she's given me some pretty accurate details about some other anatomical part of you!" And she bursts in a laughter...

I also start laughing, but don't ask for details...

I'm just glad that the tension is gone, at least for the moment...

Still, I consider that it is the right moment to ask her about her friend and room mate:

"By the way, where is she?"

"Honestly, I don't know and I don't really care! She's probably at home"...

"Does she know about the news regarding you and Sam?"

"No, she doesn't, and, honestly, I just don't feel like going home, telling her, and answering her questions"...

Well, as a man, if a nice looking woman that you've barely met tells you that she doesn't feel like going home, in my opinion, it's a take it or leave it issue – so, I've just made my move:

"If Jenny has told you so many things about me, I'm sure that she's also told you that I happen to have my apartment just beside this place, with, by the way, so horrific cakes and bad soft drinks"...

We can go there and drink something better, or, if you prefer, we can take, first, a stroll in the park"...

She doesn't answer – she just stares at the traffic outside, for almost half a minute – was I too direct for her tastes? Did I stupidly rush things? Anyway, by now my move was already made... 

She just stands up, takes her purse, and heads for the exit of the cafeteria.

I follow her, until she enters my block of flats – it seems that Jenny has really been very descriptive...

The moment we enter my apartment, she kindly asks me to let her make a phone call.

She rings some colleague, or boss, explaining that she will surely be late tomorrow, or, even worse, she won't be going at all – she will explain when they see each other...

She puts the handle of the phone in the cradle, than turns to me: "Do you have the possibility to do what I've just done?"

From the way she looks at me, I realize that, somehow, she's challenging me...

I just smile, look into her eyes, and grab the phone – after the second ring, my boss answers.

"Hi, Dottore, (it so happens that he's a highly qualified researcher in engineering) please see that tomorrow, and, eventually, after tomorrow, or, maybe, the whole week, if you need to see me, you need to look at the pics we've taken together at the sea side...

It so happens that I do have, in front of me, a really gorgeous lady, who so happens to be in distress – she has just canceled her engagement to be married!"...

Donna cannot hear the comments from the other side of the wire.

I continue: "You know my opinion about discretion – anyway, I do appreciate your wishful thinking!...Good bye for now, and thanks!" And I put back the handle in the cradle.

Donna is confused and amazed, somehow... "God! Are you sure that you've been speaking to your boss?!?"

I just smile a little, and say: "No, I was speaking to a friend of mine – at work, he's the boss, but, in private, he's just a friend – there is, if you know how to make it, a difference!"...

I go to the kitchen, bring two glasses with ice and a virgin bottle of Ballantines...

I put some music and we sip our drinks, each in an arm chair...

After, let's say, a half of an hour, I ask Donna: "Are you sure that you want to spend the night over here? I mean, why don't you call Jenny and tell her that you won't be going home?"...

She, somehow, gets angry: "Why do you care so much about Jenny?!? You've only met her in less than a week, fucked, as she's told me, the shit out of her, and now... Jenny, Jenny, Jenny!"

It's the time to realize that I'm still walking on thin ice...

"It's not a matter of caring, or not caring, but, as I've seen, she's a little bit naïve, to say the least, and I don't want her to worry, eventually calling your family, or something"...

Donna suddenly changes her attitude: "Oh, if that is your concern, don't worry! She's used with me not coming at home at all!" And she smiles at me with her dark green eyes, taking another sip from the glass...

Surely I'm not THAT stupid to ask her about the way she spends the nights when she's away from home!

She clearly wants to impress me with her collection of men!

I presume that this makes her think that she's an emancipated, modern woman, or something, not just a slutty little whore, as I'm truly and honestly thinking about her...

Luckily for me, I've always treated sluts with respect, and this has brought me lots of cunts...

"All right, than! What about some sandwiches?"

" Even if I knew that this would be the last time I would eat, I'm not capable to eat, not even a loaf of bread!"... 

Well, that is her choice!...

On the other hand, speaking about me, honestly, I'm hungry! And I mean, real hungry! Some work hassles haven't let me eat all day! But... a certain stupid politeness stops me from going to the kitchen and grabbing something to eat...

I don't know if the hungry look on my face, or what has triggered Donna to stand up from the arm chair and to come in front of my arm chair, kneel, and start working at my belt...

I've just let her struggle – a very ingenious belt buckle, bought from a boutique, quite tricky, that gave Donna some trouble until she's managed to unbuckle it...

Seeing that she's made it, I've just stood up, and, in a rapid move, I've taken off my trousers and underwear...

As soon as I've seated myself back on the arm chair, Donna was already sucking my dick...

Honestly, I was concentrating at the music, letting her work, really hard.

Her lips were full, but not too large, and her tongue was surrounding the head of my dick with the speed of a propeller... She was only stopping, for a second or two, to suck – not too strong, just the right way to make me feel high...

Her right hand, at the base of my dick was dragging my skin so that the head of my dick would be completely uncovered. Her left hand was under my shirt, caressing my belly and chest...

After ten minutes or so, I've started unbuttoning my shirt, nice and easy, letting my belly and chest in full vision...

I could tell that Donna wasn't a starter – she was expertly licking and sucking my dick, my balls, and, as soon as she's had access to my belly and chest, she's started to climb, keeping a permanent contact between her tongue and lips and my belly and chest...

She expertly started to lick my belly button, than, up, and up again, to my nipples and to my neck...

When a woman knows what she's doing, and it isn't the first time you have a woman teasing you like that, you can easily tell if she's good! Real good at it!

Now, fully naked, I take Donna by her arms and make her stand up.

I also stand up – she barely reaches with her face at the middle of my chest – it's true that I'm a tall guy, but it's also true that she's petite... 

I bend and embrace her, kiss her for a few minutes, than just grab the bottom of her dress and help her take it off.

The same goes with her bra and her panties...

I cannot help but notice the large wet spot on her panties... So she surely is wet! Real wet!

As I've told you before, I'm hungry! Real hungry! I just jump with my mouth towards her already hardened nipples, and start sucking and biting them...

She seems to enjoy, so that I become a little more forceful...

I bite and suck with a little bit more determination...

I push her, making her lay on her back on the bed. I find in an instant her clit with my middle finger, and start playing with it. Actually, I'm frigging it! She seems to enjoy it, so that I'm applying a little bit more pressure...

I keep on biting and sucking her nipples, while making her spread her legs open...

She's soooo wet! Real wet! I just push, with no precaution, two fingers inside her vagina...

"Oh fuck! Oh yes! Oh, yes! Ohgggghhhh Yesssss! Oh, goooood! That's gooood! Oh fuck!"...

I place my thumb on her clit, and continue my ministrations to her vagina and boobs!

I can feel that she's almost ready, but I just want to surprise her...

Suddenly, I stop everything, and make her turn on her fours...

I aim her cunt with the head of my dick and, in a single move, I just stick the fucking dick as far as it lets me go!

Donna answers with some kind of an animal sound, obviously surprised, tensing, and starting to mumble something I cannot hear, probably due to the music...

I just keep on pumping, getting deeper and deeper, stretching her, until I can feel her clit with my balls...

I don't stop! Now, when she's fully stretched, I just fuck the hell out of her!

After some ten minutes, or so, I suddenly stop, draw out my dick from her cunt, and, the same second, quickly stick my thumb in her cunt! All of it!

Than, I withdraw the thumb and stick back my dick in her cunt, and my thumb, coated with her juices, enters directly up her ass!

Practically, I simply don't give her time to think about what's happening to her!...

She tenses! She's surprised! I'm not sure if there is, or not, some pain included back there!...

From the distance of my height on my knees, I aim and spit some saliva between her ass cheeks, on the entrance of her ass – I spit two times, to make sure that she's wet enough...

I can feel that she's, somehow, surprised again, but she starts grinding and pushing her ass towards my pelvic bones...

Very soon after, in a cascade, she starts orgasming, not once or twice! She's multi orgasming! She yells! She squeals! She shouts!

"Kick me! Kick me! Fuck me! Give it to me! Break me! Yessssss! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"...

Fortunately, the music is loud enough to cover her comments...

I just can't help remembering what she's been telling me about her sex life at Sam's unit...

Suddenly I have an idea - I stop, just being curious if she can milk my dick...

I don't make any moves, only keeping my dick deeply "connected" inside her vagina.

The flood is already coating my balls – I enjoy the sensation...

No, no milking – either she can't, or she just hasn't learned yet how to do it...

Anyway, all of this makes me approach the moment when I also need a release...

"So, honey, where will it be? Ass or mouth?"

She suddenly jumps ahead, freeing herself from my dick in her cunt and my thumb in her ass, and turns, at the speed of light, engulfing my dick deep inside her throat...

One thing is clear, by now, even if she doesn't know how to milk the dick with her cunt, she surely knows how to milk it with her mouth and throat!...

Honestly, I wasn't really ready to cum, but... in less than a minute, the way she treats my dick makes me explode!

We go at the bathroom, take a shower, than, peculiarly, she asks me if I can let her wear my shirt...

"Of course you can, but... I've worn it all day! Let me give you a freshly washed one from the drawer!"...

She raises her hand in a commanding manner, refusing me, than just says:

"That's exactly what I need! A man's scent covering me!"...

I feel, again, the hunger...

This time it only has to do with my stomach...

"Now, what would you say about some sandwiches?"

"Will you do me a favor?"

"If I can, of course!"

"Please prepare for me a loaf of bread, covered with some butter, and a dust of salt on it!"...

.............................................

I really don't remember how time has passed by – mainly, we've been listening to music – anyway, no sex at all, but, in the middle of the night, way after one o'clock, to be more precise, the phone bell rings...

Honestly, I am REALLY surprised!

I'm not the kind of guy to be called whenever you please, even if you're drunk, or something...

I grab the handle of the phone from the cradle - it is, guess who!?!... Jenny!

"Is that fake friend of mine, Donna, still awake?"

I mumble something, than, getting to my senses: "Jenny! What the hell is the matter with you?!?"

Jenny doesn't bother to comply into something that, at least, would look like a conversation – she just starts yelling: "Tell that bitch, Donna, that Sam has come back and, since she's such an exquisite Bucharest bitch, we've decided to get married right away! I'll be leaving with him first thing in the morning!"

I just put back the handle of the phone on the cradle, than I tell Donna, in an as calm and polite as possible manner, what Jenny has just told me...

She listens, starts smiling, than, she just tells me, with a very soft voice...

"I knew that they were made for each other!"...

Than, she just approaches me, and... gives me a huge kiss...

Honestly, the situation doesn't encourage me at all, I'm really not in the mood!

Donna stops kissing me, looking me deep in the eyes, and whispers:

"You know something? I've never let any man fuck me up my ass!

I just want you to be my very first!"...

I'm sure that her decision has nothing to do with me, as a person...

When you have some pain at some part of your body and you provoke some pain at another part of your body, the initial pain has all the chances to fade, at least for a few seconds...

I just go at the kitchen and bring a bit of butter on a plate...

Donna looks at me, asking me with her eyes...

"If nobody fucked you up your ass before, you'll surely need this – it's a very good lubricant – anyway, it will, most probably, still hurt, but I promise you that I shall take care and won't really hurt you!"...

Than, I drive Donna towards the bed, and make her kneel in front of it – the kneeled position will surely be helpful, since, by the time I shall release my jizz up her ass, she will, most probably, be praying God for mercy...




Donna



I coat my thumb with butter, using the rest of it to coat the entrance of her ass and also the inner part of her ass...

I can feel that she's tense, so that I grab a pillow, put it under her knees, than I give her another pillow, to have it under her head:

"If you feel like crying, or shouting, or something, you just grab the pillow, bite it, or do whatever you feel like with it"...

She turns her head towards me, with fear in her eyes: "Will it hurt THAT much?!?"

"Normally, with all this butter, and my gentleness, it shouldn't, but, being your first time, you can never tell"...

I don't waste any more time – I don't want her to start having second thoughts...

I just stick my thumb up her ass, than, nice and easy, stick my dick inside her cunt.

If the thumb has made her tense, my dick hammering her cunt surely makes her come back to a somewhat more relaxed attitude...

I know that, for her better luck, she should orgasm, at least twice, before I stick my fucking dick up her virgin ass...

I keep on pumping her cunt with my dick in the rhythm of the music we are listening to, and, after she shudders with her first orgasm, I start pumping her ass with my thumb – dick in, thumb out – dick out, thumb in...

It doesn't take her more than a minute to orgasm again!

Something, I don't know what, makes me have no wish to ejaculate, so that I keep on pushing, pumping, hammering her for about half of an hour...

Her cunt, by now, is surely completely stretched...

By now, her ass is not tense anymore, and I can swear that she doesn't feel any pain, but only pleasure...

Finally, I feel that I'm close.

By a strange coincidence (really! I haven't predicted that!) the tape recorder gives us Elvis Presley - "It's Now Or Never"...

In a really relaxed manner, I just take off my dick from her cunt, and my thumb from her ass – I stick the head of my dick inside her ass entrance, and very gentle, push – withdraw, push, withdraw, push, withdraw, and so on...

Instead of relaxing, Donna is becoming tense, more and more!

I'm sure that this will bring her pain!

I thank God that it so happens that I'm close enough to reach the drawer beside my bed.

I find there the cigar aluminium tube that a friend of mine has brought to me (not only the tube!!!) after a trip to Cuba.

I grab the tube and keep it in my hand to warm it a little, than I gently start sticking it inside Donna's vagina.

Now, she really tenses, but, with her belly on the edge of the bed, she has no place to run away...

"What the hell is that?!? What the hell are you doing to me?!?"

Instead of an answer, I just push the tube deeper, than I say:

"Don't think! Feel!"

She's still tense and surely reluctant – I simply let the tube fill her cunt, while I, very gently, continue pumping her ass with my dick.

I don't know what triggers her, but after five minutes or so, she suddenly becomes relaxed – she surely has concluded that she should accept the situation...

The cigar tube, by now, has been completely engulfed by her vagina, and I keep it inside her with the thumb of my left hand...

With my right hand, I just keep on caressing her ass, feeling her, grabbing her, and even pinching her, from time to time...

Now she's confused...

She clearly feels pain, but she also feels something that she's probably never felt before...

She starts shuddering - the way she keeps her head makes me think that she's either biting the pillow, either trying to muffle her cries...

She's a champ! After way more than it should have been a first time ass fuck, I just feel the specific tickle down there, between my legs...

Now, honestly, I cannot tell if this was REALLY the first time that Donna has taken a dick up her ass, but she surely has not experienced a dick up her ass and a cigar tube in her cunt!

What a slut!

But, since I've just met her, I cannot and won't tell her words like slut, cunt, whore, bitch...

"Honey, I'm gonna cum! So, please be ready! I shall be fucking you a little bit more, and I won't be able to be gentle"...

I don't listen to her answer, I just start hammering her fucking ass like there is no tomorrow!

I can feel her pressing the edge of the bed with her belly, but I know that she really has no place to run away to...

I'm determined to ejaculate, and it will be just my way!...

FINALLY!!!

I fill her bowels with my jizz!...

She somehow feels it, either the sperm in itself, either the spasms of my dick - she orgasms again!...

I have the inspiration to look at the clock – it is over three o'clock in the morning!...

I first take away my dick from her ass, than release the cigar tube – she's still spasming, so the tube starts getting out by itself...

I quickly take a napkin and cover the tube, putting it back in the drawer.

I keep on caressing her ass cheeks, feeling, from time to time, her ass entrance.

When I do that, she just purrs, like a cat...

I repeat – I cannot tell if this is Donna's first ass fucking, but she has surely enjoyed it!...

I gently take her by her hand, and, speechless, we go to take a shower...

We come back in bed, and, when I wake up, it's over eight o'clock in the morning...

She's still sleeping...



Donna



Donna's tits were mesmerizing, at least to me. Big and soft, I imagined they had to be perfect. I thought I would never know, but all that changed with a simple favor. 

I was in my mid twenties when I had started working at a local machine shop. There were about twenty of us in the shop and around six people in the office.

Donna was at least twenty years my senior and worked in the office. She was the one person in the office who I saw regularly, as she used to come to the picnic table outside where people smoked during break time. I didn't smoke, but I generally stepped outside to get some fresh air and feel the sun when it was out. At least that's how it started, but after a while I mostly went out to watch Donna. 

I had been working there for a couple of years and had shared only a few words with her. As she would walk back into the building she would say hi, and sometimes ask me how I was doing or how my weekend had been. I made as much small talk as I could muster, but I was never very smooth. I wanted to say more and to find a way to get to know her better, but I never managed more than a few words in response to whatever had been asked of me. 

I hadn't necessarily been attracted to mature women, but she had a striking beauty that was only matched by her sexy body. Besides her gorgeous tits she had a nice round ass, curvy in all the right places. Her soft brown hair framed her beautiful face and dark eyes perfectly. And she had a smile that made me happy every time I saw it. 

She seemed friendly towards me, but she seemed friendly to everyone. I had no reason to believe her greetings to me were anything other than that; a nice person being friendly. 

One day she stopped next to me while she was walking inside. She looked straight ahead past me and seemed to be gathering her thoughts. Finally she looked down at me and asked me a question. 

"Do you know anything about swimming pools?" 

"Not especially, but what's up?" I replied. 

She explained to me that she needed some work done on her pool and that her pool man had quoted a large price to get it fixed. She had heard that I had helped someone at work with a plumbing problem they were having, and wondered if I could help her. She told me she loved swimming and that not having use of her pool was making her more than a little sad. 

I said I could try, and asked her when she wanted me to stop by. She said I couldn't get there soon enough, and practically begged me to come over after work. 

I agreed, and the rest of the day I let my imagination run wild. I fantasized that she would throw herself at me and that she would ravish me like I had never felt before. 

When it was time to leave I followed her home. Her house was in a nice neighborhood and was nicely decorated. She lead me through the house and to the back yard and explained to me the problems. 

It seemed the filter was not working properly and was leaking. The pump seemed to be making some noise and that had her worried. I checked the filter and found some cracks in the housing, and decided that that was a good place to start. 

She drove me to the local pool supply house and we bought some parts we needed. The manager there also told me some things to check on the pump and gave me advice on how to quiet it down. 

When we returned I went out back by myself and went to work. Donna stayed inside, and I worked through the problems fairly easily. I had gotten everything back together in just about an hour. About the time I was gathering my tools up Donna appeared and asked my how it was going. I told her to turn everything on and we would see. 

When she had everything going she listened for a few seconds, then started to smile. She looked at me and said "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" She was thrilled and it was obvious. 

I didn't think it was that big of a deal, but I smiled at having made her so happy. She told me she had been making supper and demanded that I eat with her. I told her I was too sweaty and dirty to eat with her but she said she didn't care. She told me if it really bothered me to jump in the pool to cool off and clean up. She offered some trunks that were around and told me to jump in. 

I changed in the pool house and got in the cool, clear water. It felt good and I started to think about what I was doing there and what I wanted to do.

Donna started bringing out some glasses and set them on the table on the patio. She said supper was ready and told me to dry off. When she had everything on the table I was sitting there anxious to see what would become of this evening. 

While we were eating we a had light, friendly chat about things at work and people there. We talked about the great summer we were having and how much she used her pool. When we finished we carried the dishes inside, and she looked me and asked me if I wanted to stay a little longer. She said she was going to change and be right out to go swimming. 

I said, "Sure" and went outside. Soon she came out in a black one piece suit that separated and lifted her big jugs, making them stand out and grabbing my attention. She had two plastic tumblers with lids and straws. She sat one at the edge of the pool for me and sat down with the other on a lounge chair and smoked a cigarette. I took a drink and found a frozen pina colada that tasted perfect. 

As I moved across the pool slowly I kept my eyes fixed on her. I couldn't pull them away from her sexy figure. 

After she finished her cigarette she entered the water and had a look of satisfaction on her face as she walked in, feeling the cool water on her skin. She started what seemed like a routine, swimming up and down the length of the pool and then doing what looked like specific exercises. She gave me no attention while I mostly stood to one side and watched her. 

After about thirty minutes she walked out of the pool, grabbed her drink, and sat at the edge of the pool, her feet and lower legs in the water. She put her palms down on the concrete behind her and leaned back with her head looking up towards the sky, her eyes closed. 

I decided that she was not interested in me, or at least not about to throw herself on me. I realized that I needed to show some confidence and do what I could to make what I longed for happen. I realized there was no better time than the present.

I lifted myself out of the pool right beside her on her right and spun around to sit next to her. She looked over at me with a puzzled look as a got fully seated. I sat my left hand on her thigh and felt my heart jump. I kept moving and reached up to her left cheek with my right hand, brushing the back of my fingers across her cheek. 

Her eyes closed about half way and she rolled her eyes upward. She slowly said "What are you doing?" but never stopped me or pulled away. 

I felt that she wanted me to kiss her as much as I wanted to, so I leaned in and pressed my lips against hers. She kissed me back and my hands began to move, my left hand running up and down her thigh and my right hand rubbing across the top of her chest. 

After several minutes of making out she stopped kissing me and started to speak. 

"What are you doing? I am way too old for you. You couldn't possibly want me. "

"I've thought about this more times than I count. I know you've seen me looking at you, lusting for you. I think you are beautiful and very sexy, and I want you. I want you now."

She didn't say anything, and the look in her eyes told me she wasn't going to stop me. I stood up and reached my hand out, helping her to her feet. I lead her to a lounge chair on the patio and sat her down. Standing in front of her with my dick right at her face, she looked at it making a tent in the trunks I was wearing. She reached to the waist band and pulled them down.

With my hard, smooth dick right in front of her face, she stared right at it. She placed her palms on the front of my hips and leaned her head forward. While her hands ran up and down my torso from my hips to my chest, she softly sucked on the head of dick. First just the head, then her head bobbed further and further down the length of my shaft. 

As she worked her mouth up and down my dick, I was in ecstasy. I was also partly wondering if this was really happening. After all those fantasies, this seemed too great to be true.

When Donna reached one hand around the base of my cock and used the other to cup and rub my balls, her mouth began working on me faster and deeper. I was leaning my head back and biting my lip, determined not to cum. It took all I had not to shoot my load in her mouth. She worked my cock over and seemed to love sucking it. She took it deeper and deeper and worked her hands on me with perfection. 

Soon I could take no more, I stepped back and pulled my dick out of her mouth. She never let go and seemed determined to get me back inside her mouth as she leaned forward. I took another step back and leaned over, pulling the straps of her swim suit over her shoulders and pushing down to expose her big soft titties. This was the sight I had imagined, big dark areolas with big hard nipples. I reached down and held them with my hands, squeezing and pushing them together. 

Donna leaned back and closed her eyes, and let out a moan. I pinched her nipples lightly and pulled them while I stepped forward again. She instinctively knew what I was after and grabbed her tits, pushing them together. I slid my cock between them while she wrapped her tits around it and we started moving together. I humped her fat tits while she moved with me, leaning forward every so often to give my head a lick. Her tits were so big and soft and all that had imagined. She felt so good wrapped around me and knew how to work those titties. I fucked her tits for as long as I could hold out, and soon felt my cum build up inside of me. I stopped and stepped back again, torn between finishing then and there or fucking what I was sure was her sweet, wet pussy. 

I laid her back on the lounge chair and pulled her swim suit the rest of the way off. She had her bush trimmed in a landing strip with the sides smooth and I took it all in for a few seconds. I positioned myself between her thighs and pressed my head against her opening. 

With a little rubbing I spread her juices around her lips. I sensed she was ready and slipped inside of her. She clenched down on my cock and 

I stopped for a second, then eased in a little further. She spread her legs wider and pulled me in, and I felt her smooth, warm pussy wrap around me. I worked my way in as deep as I could as she gasped and spread her legs wider for me. 

I started with slow, short strokes, grinding my cock deep inside her. My body was pressed against her as fully as possible and I began picking up my pace as well as the length of my strokes. I raised myself up off her torso and looked down on her sexy body, taking in the sight of her big, sexy tits. I started sucking on her nipples while I fucked her, doing my best to keep attached to one nipple then the other while they bounced across her chest with each thrust of my hard cock. She fucked me back and moaned in pleasure, urging me on with her own thrusts. 

I wanted to cum so bad and decided to change things up. I pulled out of her suddenly and she looked up at me. I smiled at her slyly and pushed her gorgeous tits together to suck on those nipples. I had waited so long to get ahold of them I wanted more and more. I spent my time licking circles around her nipples and sucking on them, pulling on them with my teeth. Her nipples were so big and hard and it was driving me wild. 

I slid down between her legs, put my hands under her thighs and pushed them up. I looked in on her wet pussy that I had been dreaming of and breathed in her scent. I kissed her lips and slid my tongue inside her. She tasty tangy from our fucking and I was relishing her flavor. I spread her thighs apart even further while I got to work on her. I licked her full length and took care to slide up and down the sides of her clit. I zoned in on her hard button and sucked on it. 

She moaned and ran her hands through my hair while I licked her clit up and down lightly. "Oh yes, baby" she said over and over, her breathing getting heavy while her body started to writhe. I licked her harder and harder as felt her orgasm building up. She got louder, saying "Yes baby, oh yes!" while I felt her legs close in around me. 

She came hard with her whole body convulsing, her loud moans turning me on even more. I licked her softer and slower while her orgasm subsided until she pushed my head away, too sensitive to take anymore. 

I got back up in position and slid my cock head against her pussy. She looked at me and said, "Put it in" in a very determined voice. I pushed my dick in its full length and held it there, savoring her wet pussy wrapped around me. She bucked back against every thrust, and looked me in the eye while she she told me to what she wanted. 

"Fuck me baby. I want you to fuck me good." I did my best to hold out but I was dying to cum. I felt my cock swelling and my balls filling with cum. She felt it too and told me, "Yes baby, that's it! Fuck me! Cum in my pussy!" 

I thrust into her hard and fast while my cum shot inside her. Shot after shot of my hot cum sprayed her pussy and she seemed to feel each one. 

I stayed on top of her for a few seconds and looked down on her curvy body. I was in heaven and never wanted it to end. She was smiling slyly with her eyes closed and softly said, "That was so good." I smiled with pride knowing I had pleased her.

I got up and grabbed a cigarette and her lighter. I handed her the cigarette and lit it for her, then sat back to watch her. I hoped this was just the start of our sexual encounters, and I couldn't wait to see what happened next.



Donna



I recently finished reading a novel in which the main character occasionally fantasized about his lover. Each time it happened the author would describe it something like this, "And when he was naked he turned to the mirror and touched himself". That usually ended the chapter.

What I want to know is what happened? Was he so aroused by the thought of his girlfriend that he came by merely "touching" himself? Or did he just touch himself (no description of where) and that was that?

I have to believe that something more happened. Why was the author so touchy about adequately describing the scene? This was a fantasy for God's sake! The guy was naked, standing in front of a mirror and thinking about his lover.

When I fantasize I don't want to stop with touching myself. That doesn't do much good. I want to go much farther. I want to take my stiff penis in my hand and masturbate until I cum. Hopefully, with a giant spurt!

One of my favorite fantasies is about a lady I used to date. She was beautiful. Six feet tall, very long gorgeous legs and large breasts with huge areole and jutting nipples. I was 21 and she was 32. Not only was she older, she was married and had 2 children. Apparently she and her husband had some kind of arrangement and they both did what they wanted. And what she wanted was my cock and lots of it!

When I met her she had never french kissed and was very innocent about sex. She knew that she liked it. Oh, how she liked it! But she didn't know much about it.

I'll never forget the day I taught her to masturbate. . .

It was a Saturday afternoon. In the summer. We had just finished lunch and had checked into a small motel. 

All during lunch I could tell that Donna's mind wasn't on eating. She kept squirming around next to me in the booth in the diner just down the road from the motel. Finally, she put her hand in my lap and started groping around for my cock. She rubbed and then squirmed, rubbed and then squirmed some more.

"Donna, what's up with you? I asked.

She could barely answer. When she was horny and turned on she didn't seem to be able to concentrate on anything else. And she was a panter. At the slightest provocation she would start panting like a racehorse. Normally she didn't stop until she had cum several times.

"Ohhhhhh!" She panted. "Let's hurry! I can't wait to get you alone in the motel!"

With that she started squirming even more. Then, as she looked directly into my eyes, she took my hand and placed it on her thigh. Just below the hem of her miniskirt. As I sat there looking at her she started moving my hand up her thigh. Up under her skirt, higher and higher.

As she moved my hand she started panting faster and louder. Finally, as my hand reached the junction between her legs I felt her pubic hair. She wasn't wearing panties!

This was a major revelation. Donna was a housewife. Somewhat shy, fairly straight-laced and modest. She was relatively unsophisticated, a high school graduate, married to a man with quite a lot of money and very little interest in his wife. They had been married when she was just out of high school and that was about where her experience with sex started and ended.

For Donna, who was normally prim and proper until we were alone, to go out in public with no panties was a breakthrough of tremendous proportions.

She parted her legs slightly and then placed my hand directly on her slit. Another big surprise, she was not only wet, she was literally dripping. Her clitoris was swollen and protruding from between her lips and she felt hot as a furnace.

She moaned softly and thrust her pelvis against my hand.

Just then the waitress arrived with our orders. I retrieved my hand, much to Donna's dismay and we began to eat lunch.

We ate quickly. I could tell that Donna was in no mood to wait any longer!

As we drove down the road to the motel, Donna once again grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs. She took my hand and made a fist out of it. Then she uncurled my middle finger and thrust it right into her slick vagina. She was humping my hand so hard I could barely control the car.

Suddenly her body stiffened. She let out a loud moan, humped my finger even harder and then gasped "Ohhhhhh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" 

For about 30 seconds she continued to writhe around and then it was over. As she regained her senses she looked up at me and said "Thanks. You don't know how much I needed that. I haven't cum since the last time I saw you a week ago. I just couldn't wait any longer."

She had not cum in a week! I was astounded. This was the horniest lady I had ever met. She was multi-orgasmic. She was always wet and ready. How could she go a week without an orgasm?

On impulse I asked "Do you think of me when we're not together?"

"Oh yes! All the time! It makes me so horny and wet when I think of the things we do together. I can hardly stand it!"

"Well what do you do about it?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" She responded.

"When you get horny, how do you relieve yourself?"

"I don't. I take cold showers or I try to think of something else. I don't know what else to do"

"Well." I suggested "You could masturbate."

"Masturbate? What do you mean? You mean . . . do it to myself?" She gasped. "Oh no! I couldn't do that."

"Why not?"

"Well . . . because . . . because . . .well, I don't know. Isn't it bad for you?"

"Not at all." I responded. "Masturbation is a normal thing. You've probably been told differently by people who don't have the imagination and the guts to live life to the fullest. Look, there are lots of times when a person gets horny without anybody else around. When that happens you either masturbate or go crazy trying to figure out how to relieve the pressure."

By this time we were at the motel and just entering the room. Donna flopped down in one of the arm chairs and crossed her legs. Her skirt rode up and I could nearly see the tops of her thighs and the treasure hidden within.

"Okay, for the sake of argument let's say that I agree with you. So what? I don't know how to do it."

"Have you ever thought about how you might do it?" I asked.

"I've thought about it a little." She said. "I imagine that it might be similar to when you rub my pussy before we make love. Once in a while I've thought about it when I was making dinner." She gave a shy smile. "Usually when were having carrots or cucumbers. But I just can't quite imagine shoving garden vegetables up my pussy!"

"You're on the right track." I said. "How about trying an experiment?"

"You mean now?"

"Sure. I'll teach you to masturbate and then, when I'm not around, you'll have a way to make yourself cum. First, let's do it with your clothes on. If you get horny when you are out somewhere, you'll need to know how to do it this way. Now, unbutton the first 4 buttons on your blouse."

She began to unbutton her semi-sheer silk blouse. Underneath I could see the lacy bra she was wearing. Her large dark brown areolae where just visible under the bra.

"Okay, put your left hand inside your blouse and gently cup your right breast. Then rub the whole breast slowly."

She let out a small sigh as she complied with my orders. 

"Now slip the bra cup down off of your breast. Take your thumb and forefinger and feel the nipple. See how hard it gets?"

"Ohhhh . . ." She breathed. She was panting again. "My nipple is so sensitive. When I do this I can feel a tingle all the way down to my pussy!"

Once again Donna began to wiggle around in her chair. Her breathing became faster. I could see her nipple growing larger and harder as she manipulated it.

"That's right." I said. "Talk about how you are feeling while you are doing this. It will help me to coach you through this."

"I'm beginning to feel very horny." She panted as she continued to play with her nipple. "This feels so good! I want you to see it. Look! Look at my nipple. It's so hard. Please take it in your mouth and suck it like you always do."

"Not right now." I said. "Maybe later. Right now we're going to concentrate on teaching you to masturbate. I want you to be able to cum whenever you feel the urge."

"Oh lover!" Donna breathed. "I always want to cum. And I want to cum again now."

Donna continued to writhe around in her chair and her mini-skirt rode higher and higher on her gorgeous thighs. As she continued to roll her nipple between her thumb and forefinger she uncrossed her legs and began rubbing them together, trying to get some relief for her pussy. 

Her skirt had now reached the tops of her thighs and I could clearly see her pubic hair and the top of her slit. Suddenly, Donna spread her legs wide and I could see her clit peeking out from between her pussy lips. In the light of the hotel room I could see the reflection of light off the moisture that had gathered between her thighs.

One again Donna closed her legs and began to rub her thighs together. She let out a loan moan.

"Oh please. I want to cum so bad! What do I do now?

"First, spread your legs apart. Then reach down with your hand and feel the roughness of your pussy hair. Now, take your middle finger and slid it down into your pussy slit. Keep going down until you come to your vagina. Stick your finger in."

Now Donna really began to pant. She gave another moan as her finger slid down her pussy slit, passing over her clitoris, and continued down to her vagina. Then, with an audible "Ohhh!" she inserted her finger into her vagina.

"Now, move your finger in and out and get it well lubricated." I instructed. "Get it as wet as you can."

Donna eagerly complied. She pulled her finger part way out, then shoved it back in. Her hips began moving and she started to hump her finger.

"No, no." I said. "Don't start finger fucking yourself. That does not happen until lesson two. Right now I just want you to get your finger wet. Now take your finger out of your pussy and start rubbing your clit with it. Just like I do it."

Reluctantly, Donna removed her finger from her pussy and began massaging her clit which, by this time, was protruding noticeably from between her pussy lips.

"Oh God, that feels good!" Donna panted, her hips moving up and down. "That feels so good. Please don't make me stop. I'm going to cum. Oh yes, here it cums. Now! I'm cuming!"

Donna always made a lot of noise when she came. This time was no exception! As she came she rubbed her clit frantically, her shapely ass moving in time with her fingers. Soon it was all over. The pace slowed and Donna removed her fingers from her pussy. They were dripping with pussy juice and gleamed in the light.

"Oh, lover!" She said in a low husky voice. "That was terrific. I can't believe that I just made myself cum."

"You did a great job." I said. "Now you can have a reward. Do you see how wet and sticky your fingers are? Put them in your mouth and lick them clean."

Donna did as she was told. She began slurping greedily on her fingers.

"Ummmm . . . that tastes good! You never told me I tasted like this."

"As I recall, I've never had a chance. When I get done licking your pussy you are always so eager to put my cock inside you that we never have had a chance to talk about it."

"What a great idea!" She exclaimed. "Let's put your cock in me right now. I want to cum again."

"Not quite yet." I replied. "We've got more work to do. Now you know that you can make yourself cum when you are fully dressed. I would be careful about trying that when you are driving a car, but just about anyplace else be just fine.

"Imagine that you are in Marshall Field's trying on dresses and you begin to get horny. You can just go in the dressing room and rub yourself until you cum. Or maybe you are out to lunch with one of your girlfriends. All you have to do is excuse yourself, go into the bathroom and make yourself cum in one of the stalls. The key is to dress appropriately so that you can masturbate where ever you happen to be. Dresses and skirts are good choices. So are loose fitting blouses and bras that fasten in the front. One other thing-panties and panty hose just get in the way. If you must wear stockings wear hose and keep them up with garters-its very sexy and won't interfere with your fun. And don't wear panties at all. Sure you can pull the crotch aside when you are masturbating but its more trouble than it's worth. Besides, if you are not wearing panties you'll feel sexier and your pussy will probably be wet all of the time."

"I'm feeling very sexy now." Donna said. "What do you plan to do about it?"

"Nothing, right now." I replied. "You've still got more to learn about the fine art of self-manipulation. Now, take off all of your clothes and I'll teach you how to masturbate when you are all alone at home and have plenty of time."

Donna rose from her chair and began taking off her clothes. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse the rest of the way and tugged it out of the waistband of her skirt. As she shrugged it off of her shoulders I could see her very large left breast bulging over the top of the downturned bra cup. The nipple was still distended and very hard. Her huge areola, nearly 6" in diameter, was slightly crinkled, its rich dark brown color a nice contrast to the paler hue of her breast.

She reached back and unhooked her bra. Then, she brought her hands up to her breasts and shrugged her shoulders slightly to let the bra straps fall down her arms. As her left hand met her left breast I could see Donna give a small shudder-as if she had received a slight jolt of electricity. Almost involuntarily she began to caress her breast and her fingers sought her rock hard nipple.

Donna began panting again as she rubbed her bare breast. With her right hand she drew the bra off her other breast and, pausing momentarily to remove the strap from her left arm, she dropped the bra on the floor. Her right hand then cupped her right breast and began to gently rub the nipple .

Her breathing became even faster as she stood in the middle of the room rubbing her large breasts. After a moment she let go of her right breast and her right hand began to travel down her body. Making lazy circles with her hand, Donna caressed her rib cage, then down to her flat muscular tummy. She paused at her navel, tracing circles around it and then her hand continued its descent.

As Donna's hand dipped below her waist she grasped the hem of her mini-skirt and began to pull it up. Slowly her short cropped bush came into view-it was quite a sight to behold. Donna then lowered her hand down to her pussy and began to rub it slowly. A moan came from her lips.

"Wait!" I exclaimed. "You are still partially dressed. We've got to have you naked and there are a couple of things that need to be done before you can do that."

Reluctantly, Donna stopped rubbing herself and looked at me expectantly.

"Take the rest of your clothes off." I said. "Then we'll continue."

Donna unbuttoned her skirt and unzipped it. The skirt fell to her feet. She stepped out of the skirt and her shoes came off at the same time. She stood in front of me totally nude. She was gasping now.

"Oh, I'm so turned on. I've never felt like this before. I feel like I could cum a hundred times. I want to cum a hundred times. What do we do now?"

"Come over to the bed and I'll show you."

I led her across the room. We went over to the bed which was beside the side wall of the bathroom. The entire wall on that side was covered with a large mirror. This would be ideal for helping Donna discover herself.

"Have you ever really looked at your body Donna?" I asked.

"No." She said.

"Here's what I want you to do. Sit down on the side of the bed with your feet on the floor and face the mirror."

Donna complied.

"Now take both hands and start caressing your breasts."

Once again Donna started massaging those massive mammaries. 

"Take the nipples and pull on them. Go on, you won't hurt yourself. Pull them out from your body as far as you can."

Donna began to pull on her nipples. She was panting like a freight train by this time. Soon she developed a motion that looked like she was trying to milk herself.

"Ohhhhh! This feels great. It's making my pussy feel like it's on fire. Ahhhh. My nipples, my nipples, ohhhhh! Oh lover, I need to feel a tongue on my nipples. Please suck them for me. Please!"

"You've got very large breasts. I'll be you can suck them yourself. Why don't you try?"

With that Donna cupped her right breast and brought it up to her mouth. Her tongue snaked out from between her lips and began to lick the nipple. Then Donna lifted the breast a bit more and took the nipple between her lips. As she began to suck on her nipple, Donna began moaning. Her sucking became more frenzied and it looked as if she was trying to tear her other nipple off as she pulled and pinched it. She then began clenching and unclenching her legs.

"Do you see what you are doing, Donna?" I asked. "Look in the mirror. Watch yourself as you suck on your nipple. Does that feel good? Does it turn you on?"

"Yesss. Oh yes! I turns me on so much. It feels so good I can't stand it"

"It's time to move on now. We're going to give some time to your pussy."

"Oh, that's great. Can I come now?"

'Not yet, but soon. Now, spread your legs as wide as you can and let's take a good look at your pussy."

Donna spread her legs until her glorious pussy was in full view.

"Describe what you see."

"I see my pussy and it looks beautiful." She said. "I can see the long slit in the center and my pussy lips on the side. I never realized how fat and puffy they are.

"Right in the middle I see my clitoris sticking out. I can also see how wet I am."

"Take your fingers and pull your pussy lips apart and we'll be able to see even more." I instructed.

"OK. Now I can see all of my clit. And below that I see my hole. I call it my "cock hole" because that's where I love to stick your beautiful cock. In fact if you just come over here for a minute I'll stick it in right now. Please? I love to cum on your cock."

"Not yet. We're not done with your lesson yet. Now, I want you to hold your pussy lips apart with one hand and insert one finger of the other hand into your vagina."

Donna did as she was told. Slowly the middle finger of her right hand was inserted into her "cock hole". 

"Oh my God!" Said Donna. "Look at that. My finger is disappearing into my cock hole. And it feels so good. And look how wet I am." 

She pulled her finger out and raised her hand so that I could see it. Her finger was coated with her pussy juice-thick, slick and sticky. With her other hand she started massaging her pussy again.

"Ahhh. Yessss. Ummm. Oh that feels so good! I just want to rub my pussy until my clit falls off!"

"OK. Now let's see you put 2 fingers in your pussy." I commanded. "I want you to pay close attention and watch them sliding in and out as you finger fuck yourself."

Now her forefinger and middle finger were both inserted and Donna began a slow rhythm as her fingers slid in and out, in and out.

"Oh baby." She moaned. "I love this. Oh look at that. Look at my fingers. They're so wet. Look at them go in and out of my cock hole. I can't believe I'm doing this-why did I wait so long to start? Look at me. I'm finger fucking my cock hole and it feels great!"

Donna continued her play by play commentary as she continued to finger fuck her dripping pussy.

"Now stop." I said. "We're going to go on to another exercise."

"I don't want to stop!" She pouted. "I'm getting ready to cum again. I've only cum twice you know."

"I know, but I want to teach you correctly and you've got more to learn. Now I'm going to teach you to jack off your clit."

"What's that? She asked.

"It's something like when a man masturbates." I said. "Only you do it with your clit."




Donna



"I still don't know what you mean."

"Have you ever watched a man masturbate?" I asked. She shook her head. "Watch."

I quickly undressed. All of this activity had given me quite an erection. Donna eyed it hungrily as I began to stroke my blood engorged cock.

"Do you see how it sticks up?" I asked. "I just put my fingers around it and began to stroke up and down. If I keep doing this, eventually I'll cum and my semen will come shooting out of the hole at the end of my cock. Now I'm going to teach you how to do something similar."

I instructed Donna to take her clit between her thumb and forefinger. "Just grasp it like I'm doing with my cock." I said. "Your clit is like a little cock. In your case you have quite a prominent clit and it's longer than usual. Rub up and down with your thumb and forefinger just like I'm doing as I masturbate my cock."

Donna took her slippery pussy juice covered clit between her fingers and began to jack off.

"F . . . .uck!" Yelled Donna. "Fuck, fuck, fuck. That feels . . . it feels . . . it's the greatest feeling I've ever had. Oh yes. I'm pulling my clit up and down. I'm jacking off my clit. Oh yes! Oh yes!"

I could see Donna watching herself in the mirror as she jacked her clit up and down. Soon her hips were moving uncontrollably. She was so wet that she was having trouble holding on to her clit.

"Oh baby, I'm going to cum!" She gasped. "I want you to watch me jack off my little clit. Watch me cum. Watch me make my pussy cum I want to cum just for you. Yesssssss. Oh my cunt, it's so horny. It feels so good. Look at my hot cunt. See how hot it is; see how juicy my cunt is. Ahhhhhh . . . ahhhhhhh. . . . oh shit here it cums! Yessss, here it cums . . . I'm almost there!"

Donna's eyes were wide open as she watched her fingers flying up and down on her clit. With her left hand she reached down and pushed two fingers into her steaming cock hole. 

As I watched I continued to stroke my shaft, my already hard penis becoming stiffer all the time. Drops of pre-cum began forming on the head and running down the sides. The sight of Donna stroking her wet cunt was really turning me on! I knew that soon I would be shooting big wads of semen out of my cock.

"Unhhhh . . .oooooooh . . . I'm almost there! Yesssss. Oh yesss! Oh . . . I'm masturbating my pussy! I'm jacking off my clit . . . and it's soooooo goood! Oh lover! This is it . . . ahhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming, I'm cumming." Donna yelled. "Oh God! My fucking cunt is creaming and creaming on my fingers. Oh yes. I'm ramming my hot pussy with my fingers. Ooooooh yes! I'm finger fucking and jacking off! Woooooooo!"

Gradually Donna's moans and yelps subsided and her hips began to slow their rhythmic thrusting. Donna gave one final tug on her clit and lay still. She continued to gasp for breath.

"Baby, baby! That was so good! It was incredible!" She took her fingers out of her cunt and began to lick and suck them. Greedily slurping off her own slick juices.

"Oh look at your poor cock!" She exclaimed. "You haven't cum yet. Come over here."

I walked over to the bed.

"OK." Said Donna. "You watched me cum, now I get to watch you cum. I want to see you spurt. Please. Squirt it right here."

Donna laid back and spread her legs. Then she bent her legs and brought them up to her chest. She reached around her legs with both hands and, using her fingers, spread her pussy lips so that her cock hole was gaping open.

"Put your cum right there, lover, right inside me. Masturbate your cock and fill up my cock hole. Oh please! Do it now."

My penis had never felt so hard. The sight of that beautiful cunt held wide open for me was more that I could stand. Slowly I began to stroke my cock, gradually increasing the pressure and the speed. The pre-cum had now become a river running down the sides of my cock and making my fingers slippery and making a sticky wet sound as I pumped up and down on my shaft.

"Your cock is beautiful." Donna breathed. "It's so big and hard. Look how red the head is. Look at all the juice running down the sides. Just keep stroking it and stroking it. Just watching you is making me want to cum again. In fact I think I am going to cum again. Oh jeez, I don't believe this! Oh yes, I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna . . . I really think I'm gonna cum as soon as I see you start squirting your cum."

Things were really getting a bit much for me by now. Here I was with a beautiful woman, naked in front of me and holding her cunt wide open so that I could squirt my jism into her waiting hole. On top of that she was saying things I'd never heard before-magical things that were making my cock twitch like crazy. 

I responded just like she knew I would. "Oh Donna, you're making me crazy. You're going to make me cum. I want to cum all over the place. Just watch! Oh man!"

By now my fist was pumping my prick at top speed. I had never felt bigger or stronger or more potent. I wanted to start cumming and never stop. I wanted to pour gallon after gallon of steaming seed all over the gorgeous creature in front of me. I just hoped I could aim well enough to hit Donna's cunt.

I pumped faster. Donna continued to urge me on. "Oh darling, oh baby cum for me. Yesss . . . I love to watch you jacking off your big fat cock. Shoot it lover . . . shoot it in my hot cock hole. I want to see you squirt!"

That was all I needed. I aimed my cock at Donna's vagina, the head only inches from her open cock hole. I began to cum, my stiff penis pumping uncontrollably in my hand. 

The first jet of sticky white semen pulsed out of my penis and shot across the gap. Splat! My gooey seed missed the mark and landed flush on Donna's exposed clit.

When Donna felt my load hit her clit she let out a whoop and began cumming again! 

"Oh . . . oh . . . oooooooh!" She yelled, massaging sperm into her clit with her thumb. "I can feel your hot cum on my pussy. It feels so good. Now you're making me cum again. Keep cumming while I masturbate. Yes, yes, yes, fill up my little cock hole!"

But now my aim had improved. The second jet of white goo landed on target. Right in Donna's cock hole. And then the third and fourth followed close behind.

I was a basket case by this time. A cumming machine. Not knowing or caring what I was doing. I grunted as I continued to manhandle my squirting cock. Gobs of thick white sperm were flowing out of the end of my still stiff penis and into Donna's open hole. I had never cum so much before.

Slowly Donna's cock hole filled with my cum and then overflowed, running down the sides of her pussy and making trails down her ass to the bed below. Meanwhile Donna was still cumming.

"Uuuuuuuh lover! That's right. Pour that hot cum over my cunt. Yessssss . . . I'm having a lovely cum so keep it up. Keep stroking that beautiful big cock. Keep squirting" 

She reached down with one hand and scooped up a handful of sperm from her cunt. She raised her hand carefully, not spilling a drop, and began to spread the sticky mess over her tits. All the while her thumb kept up its magic massage of her clit and her running commentary continued.

"Baby, I can't stop cumming. I'm just cumming and cumming. I'm creaming all over. My cunt feels so hot. Oh look at my tits, darling. I've got your cum all over my tits. My nipples are covered in cum. Now I'm really gonna masturbate, lover. I'm gonna finger fuck my fucking hot cunt as hard as I can."

As the last few drops of sperm ran out of my cock, Donna reached down between her legs once more. Continuing to rub her clit with her right hand, she shoved two fingers of her left hand into her waiting vagina.

"Aaaaaah, yes! Can you see what I'm doing lover? I'm pushing your sperm inside me. I love your sperm inside my hot cunt. Watch your sperm going inside. See how slick and sticky it is? It's making my pussy all gooey inside. Ohhhh! Ohhhh! And I'm still cumming. Oh God! I'm cumming and cumming and cumming. 

"Now watch me finger fuck. You're such a good teacher. Watch me masturbate this pussy while I cum all over my fingers. Ahhhhh. I love to do this. Yesssss! It feels good! Ahhhhhhhhh!"

Gradually the spasms slowed then stopped. Donna's pulled her fingers from her cunt and licked then greedily. 

"Wow!" She exclaimed. "I never knew that was possible. You've opened up a whole new world for me. I can't wait to try this at home!"

We spent the rest of our day amid the sounds and smells of hot smutty sex.



Donna



First of all, I'm what you would probably call an intelligent man. Several degrees behind my name and I.... well, lets just say I hold an important position at some certain research laboratories doing "scientific" stuff. Yeah, I'm proud of it, too.

I hate telling stories that make me seem foolish. In this case, my therapist suggested it's a way to confront some old issues. We'll see. 

All of this happened ten years ago, when I was in my formative years - my thirties. I had been divorced three years - yeah, that was a mistake, don't remind me. I'm STILL paying that bitch off! 

The easiest way to meet women in eastern Georgia at that time was through The Want Advertiser, It's a weekly collection of ads, with some personals thrown in. Lots of nice women responded to those ads. I actually married one of them. Of course, look how that turned out.

But she's not the one this story's about. 

Donna's letter to me was wonderful. Beautifully handwritten, nice stationary, literate. "Just divorced," she wrote, and "wanting to learn a bit about a single's life now," were among the saliencies. Her background was technical, too - not too common among women. The telephone exchange suggested she wasn't living too far from me, either. 

I dialed her number. 

Donna was fun to talk to. She did seem kind of shy, and uncertain about dating. 

After a half hour of rapport building, I vocalized a conclusion. "Donna, I would like to meet you, for dinner or a drink or something, but you seem as reticent as the neutrinos I study. I can accept it if you'd rather not meet me. Telephones do make a great screening tool, don't they?" 

That got her attention. "It's not you," she assured me.' "I haven't dated since I was in college - I don't know anything about dating protocols anymore." 

"It's easy," I assured her. "I ask you for a date, and you get to say, 'yes', or 'no, thank you', or 'maybe', subject to whatever conditions that'll make you feel comfortable." 

That got a laugh, and a negotiation. "Would you mind if we met in some very public place?" 

"Absolutely not! - Where?" I was pretty sure my usual suggestion of a drink at a hotel lounge wouldn't work this time. 

She had an idea that must have been part of her screening procedure. 

"Would the coffee shop at the Museum be too corny?" 

Hell, I can play at that. "Sure, but only if you agree to walk through the Impressionists exhibit with me afterwards. That way, even if we don't like each other, the trip'll be worthwhile." 

We met that Saturday afternoon. Coffee in the crowded shop took two hours, and then we walked through the Museum. Donna was bright, charming, beautiful, but seemed somewhat distracted. It was an uncomfortable start for me. 

Donna seemed to be working through whatever was bothering her. We ended the afternoon by taking a cab to the GT faculty club for a drink. She initially declined - "It's not very public" - but her curiosity overcame her reluctance. 

I'll confess. I was trying to impress her. I also hinted that sailing out of Hilton Head was a future possibility 

We cabbed back to the Telfair and our cars. I walked her to hers, and stood by as she unlocked it. Just before she got in, she turned to me, stood on tip-toe, and kissed me! "Dave, it was lots of fun spending this afternoon with you. I hope you call again!" 

I stammered something about "I will," but by then she slipped into the driver's seat, almost as though she was embarrassed for having been so forward. I automatically closed the door, she cranked up her Beamer, and with a wave good-bye, pulled away. 

I was left standing in the street watching her leave, totally distracted by this woman, and jumped when a car behind me honked - someone else was pulling out, too. I was so distracted I never even heard that car start up! 

"Donna's a mystery," I decided, but worth another date. She was intelligent, fun, and excited by some of the same things I was. 

I called her the next evening. Naturally.

"Dave, I'm so glad you called. I was afraid I wouldn't hear from you again," was the greeting I got. What a nice welcome to my call. I loved it! 

We agreed on a real date. "A Vida sounds wonderful," she agreed. "Do you want to meet me there, or . . .?" 

Of course I opted to pick her up at home! 

The directions she offered were exact, to the point of her saying "Dave, when you come, don't park in front. Pull into the drive way, then walk around to the front door, all right? They don't allow on street parking here." 

Her driveway bent around a bit, so my car was hidden by a solid fence. I walked along the path that went between the fence and the house on the way to the front door. Nice house, one level, big. If she got the house as part of the divorce, it means they've been doing well. I can't help it, I do think about such things. After all, at the end of the day, I wanted to be involved in a long term relationship again. 

I walked around what was probably a bedroom wing (I wondered if I'll see that from the inside anytime soon - I hoped so) to the main door, also well screened with foliage. 

The bell pealed Westminster, and a moment later Donna opened the door. She was so beautiful I found it hard to breathe! 

I was greeted with a quick kiss - but it was a kiss! "Can we go now?" she asked, "before I lose my nerve? You're the first date I've had in this era of my life." 

I reminded her of our first meeting: "But I don't count it as a date unless I get picked up at home," she countered. 

I didn't care how this lovely image was keeping score. She had opened the door ready to go. She already had on a small jacket over a green dress with a high neckline, medium heels. She held up her purse "Mad money - in case I have to come home alone." I was being put on notice, and I didn't understand why! 

A Vida dinners are uniformly excellent. We were both nervous, though. Cocktails and a bottle of wine were excessive. Good, yes, helpful, yes, but excessive. The restaurant was crowded, and Donna somehow seemed to spend time looking over my shoulder towards the door. That was the only dissidence. "Are you expecting to see someone?" I finally asked, only to have her nervously laugh, and deny she was looking anywhere special. For the rest of the dinner she mostly kept her gaze focused on me. Where, I thought, it belonged. 

The two hours at table flew by. "A liqueur?" I offered, wanting to extend the evening. 

"That sounds nice," she said, "but not here. Take me home, we'll have it there." 

That was an invitation I was NOT about to refuse. 

I drove back carefully - DWI was not on my agenda, not ever, and not on that night especially. 

We got to Laurel Oaks safely, and into her driveway. We walked along the path inside her solid fence, around the side of the house. It was dark. "I'll guide you," she said, holding my hand. We passed the wing protected by the fence and a window behind high shrubs, with the shade partly up. "Bedroom" she confirmed without prompting. 

She got the door open, and us inside without an exterior light going on. My own house has motion detector lamps all around it - it can't be approached without lamps going on. 

I told her about that - "Oh, we have them too, they're just off tonight." 

When I remember all of the clues, and my inability to form them into a consistent set, I get - well, that's why I'm writing this. 

We went into her great room, and she waved toward the sofa. 

"Sit down, Dave. I'll get us a liqueur. Will Grand Marnier work for you? I like it on the rocks, or we have. . ." 

I interrupted - "That sounds wonderful." 

She went toward what I thought might be the kitchen, while I looked around the nicely done room. Shades were drawn - nice art on the walls, a piano with music open. That was not a prop, I decided. The books that were visible were ones I've read, or wanted to. It was a very comfortable room. 

It took a little longer than I'd have thought for her to reappear. 

She handed me a glass, and raised her own. "To a wonderful evening, and to the only man, other than my husband, to be here with me," she offered as the toast. I could, and did, drink to that. 

"Do you know why people break glasses after a toast?" I asked her. 

"I understand it's so that the glasses can't ever be used for a lesser purpose," she told me. "I'll break these later," she continued with a smile, "when we're done with them." 

We sipped the liqueur for a moment, enjoying the orange tang, then she purposely put her glass down. - it was, retrospectively, a seminal moment. 

She stood, and turned her back to me. 

"Dave, will you help me with this jacket?" 

Ever the gentleman, I stood, and slid it off her shoulders, and down her arms. 

Oh! 

Her dress, so conservative in front, was not, in back. It was fastened behind her neck, then the sides curved open in a beautiful catenary, inches wide above the small of her back, joining again just above her buttocks, where the dress was gathered, defining her waist, with a sash. The mathematician in me struggled to describe the shape of the exposed skin - not a crescent, what is that shape? - while the man in me looked at skin, unencumbered with bra straps, meaning that wonderful shape I'd been admiring all evening was natural, with no artificial sweetening. . . 

Physiology, even with all of the serum alcohol, began working. Damn it, I hoped the rest of my body wouldn't be needing the blood being diverted, and I surely hoped the diversion wasn't being caused by a false positive. 

Donna turned again, facing me, her face wearing an uncertain smile. "Dave, don't think badly of me. . ." but by then she was in my arms. 

This was not the shy kiss we had shared earlier. This was an passionate open mouth probing tongue hot kiss, with bodies pressing tightly together, and with absolutely no doubt about what it was leading up to. 

My knees were weak again, weaker even than when she opened the door for me earlier that evening. must have been from the blood diversion. 

The kiss ended. 

Her arms moved from around my neck, down my arms, until her left hand found my right one. 

"Donna?" What was I trying to say? 

"Shhh," she said, "come with me." 

She led me down a hall, to the bedroom whose window we passed while walking to the front door. It was softly lit, the bed cover folded on a chair, the top sheet pulled back, exposing a black satin -satin! - do people still use satin? - sheet. 

The room was already warm - the window was open a few inches, cooling it a little, I thought, but not caring, anymore. 

"Your coat, Dave, please?" 

I tossed it to the chair, and missed, only to see it fall to the floor. 

I didn't have time pick it up, her hands were at my tie. Removing that took only seconds, my shirt only a few more. 

She pulled my tee shirt from my pants, and I pulled it over my head. 

When I could see her again, she had turned her back to me, and was holding her hair away from the back of her neck. 

"It's fastened with a clasp, Dave, could you get it?" 

Some men dream of times like these, and I was one such man. 

The skin under the dress's clasp felt so warm, and the clasp was so willing to release. . . 

It opened, and the dress hung by its sleeves from her shoulders, showing me her wonderful back, all the way down to the sash she had around her waist. 

She turned to me. "Your shoes, Dave, and socks. . ." 

I sat on the bed, and those came off faster than you can imagine. 

She pulled me to my feet, and reached for my belt. I helped, pulling at it, reaching for buttons, zippers, anything! "Dave, I want you, I want this, but you can't spend the whole night here. . ." 

A small disappointment, I love to share sex, and I love to wake up with the same woman the next morning, and make love, not sex, but she was saying that wasn't going to happen tonight. . . 

". . .is that OK with you. . .?" 

She finished her question as her hands gripped the waistline of my trousers, and started pushing at them. 

"OK?" 

"Yes!" I'd have agreed to anything at that moment. 

I felt myself spring free as she pushed the pants down to mid thigh. 

I took over, pushing lower, lifting one leg out, then the other, and stood again, nude now, erect, probably drunk, surely aroused. 

"Dave, if you get on the bed, I'll get this off. . . ." 

I positioned myself there, watching this vision standing in front of me. 

She walked around the bed, so that she was between the bedroom's outside wall, the wall with the window in it, and the bed. 

She turned her back to me, and was busy for a minute, until the dress, gathered at her waist, hung straight - she had undone its sash.. I watched her left hand on her right shoulder, pushing at the dress, until it started down her arm, widening the expanse of exposed back, and she repeated that on the other side, so the dress now was wide apart across her shoulders, and the lower extreme of the opening dropped, too, exposing a few inches of crease between her buttocks. She had used the time in the kitchen, I realized, to take off pantyhose, if she had worn any at all! She was nude under that dress! 

Supporting the dress with one hand, she pulled the other arm free, and repeated the exercise on the other side. 

She turned back to me, holding the garment over her breasts. 

"Let's go slowly, please?" she asked, and raised her arms toward me, letting the dress fall away. 

Again, for a moment I couldn't breathe. 

She delicately stepped out of the garment surrounding her ankles, almost as though it was choreographed, it was so graceful, first this leg, lifting it, then bending down to remove the heel she was still wearing, then .the other one, the motion so seductive, her breasts so beautiful, her pubic mound so inviting, until she stood again, proudly, exposed, naked, so sexy, so ready. . . 

". . .I'm embarrassed, I haven't been like this for so long for another man. . ." 

"Don't be, you're beautiful. Let me look at you, turn around, please, turn around. . ." 

She must have had dance experience, or had done modeling, she turned so beautifully, allowing me to look, not hiding herself behind her hands. . . 

". . .am I OK?. . ." 

She was so much better than just OK there's no way to describe it. How had I gotten so lucky? 

"Come here, come here now, I want to hold you," I muttered, not able to generate a real voice, too taken by her, too breathless, too distracted by the prospect of holding her, touching her, loving her. 

She came to the bed, and was beside me, forcing me horizontal, on my side, my body conforming to hers, I felt her arms around my neck, and mine moved around her torso, too, and her leg bent at the knee, climbing over my hip, pushing herself into me. She was so warm, so soft, we fit so well together, but this nude body, this Jean, was new to me, exciting to me - I needed her, needed her now! 

Our kiss was long, full of passion, of promise, my own cock was between her legs, happy for the moment to be there, I could feel the warmth of her pelvis on it, her small movements along it. 

I couldn't help myself. I had a hand on the small of her back, holding her tightly against me, and I let it migrate lower, to one of the cheeks of her buttocks. 

"Yes," she whispered, feeling me do that, moving the leg she had over me even more on me, opening her legs more widely. 

My fingers traced down between her buttocks, lower. 

"Yes," she said again, as they moved over her anus, "yes, do anything, do everything". 

And lower still, inspiring her to move her leg to move even more, until my finger tips found a pocket, a warm, moist pocket. 

"Yes, there," she said, through our kiss, "there, like that. . ." 

The back of my hand was touching my own penis, while my fingers finding their way into her, until one, then two, went deep, inspiring me to push harder against her, inspiring her to push against me, too, holding me tightly, feeling, as I did, lubrication in her, enough to wet my hand, my penis, and her, too. 

I withdrew my fingers - that was selfish - and reached a little more, until I lightly touched her clitoris. 

The shudder I felt, and her motions making access even easier told me that was what she wanted touched. 

I love the feel of an aroused clitoris, and how it tries to enlarge as I ever so softly let my fingertips brush against it. 

Her kiss, her tongue, her exposure, all told me I was doing something right. 

This was going to be slow lovemaking, as good for her as I could make it. I knew other women with whom I could satisfy myself quickly, but not Donna. Donna was a fine brandy, to be sipped, savored. 

I was careful. Gently, ever so gently, not too much stimulation, softly. . . 

Some guys may not agree with this, but I love to please a woman, to pleasure her. It's very satisfying to me, and contributes to my own pleasure, too. 

Donna was offering me a gift - and I wanted to return the pleasure. 

I stopped touching her, and rolled a little, so that she was more on her back. 

"Not fast, please, Dave, not too fast. . ." 

"No, not fast," I assured her. I wasn't going to mount her just now. 

My lips moved from hers, and I tilted her head, brushed the hair from her ear. 

A soft breath on her ear, 

a tongue touch to an ear lobe. 

Oh, she liked that! 

To her neck, her shoulder, my tongue leaving a moist trail, extracting a moan from her. 

She liked that, too. 

This was so much fun! 

I was hardly touching her, being mostly beside her, my mouth moving down, over the swoop of her breast. 

"That's nice," she said, "do me, do more. . ." 

She had a hand behind my head, another on my cheek, as I moved lower, touching her ever so softly, until my lips brushed her nipple. Her hand left my cheek, and went under her breast, lifting it toward my mouth, and her other hand pushed me toward her. 

But I'm strong, I didn't let her push me into her breast, I stayed away, letting my tongue do circles, and tease that nipple, then the other one, until finally, I took some of it into my mouth, my teeth closing on it, nibbling at it, feeling her excitement. . . 

I love pleasing a woman, and Donna was so responsive, it made it easier for me, made me want to do more, to drive her to ecstasy, if I could. 

I was sure she wouldn't object, as I abandoned her breasts, my tongue tracing down lower, teasing her navel, ever so softly. 

I was kneeling, now, beside her, my knees at her waist, leaning over her, torso twisted. 

"Are you going to do that. . ." she started to ask, when my mouth was at the first fringes of her pubic hair. 

It was easy to put my fingers over her lips, silencing her, feeling her lips purse to kiss my fingers, understanding it was time for her to be quiet. . . 

I did answer her question, though. 

"Why, yes, yes I am," I assured her, as I moved down a little more, bending over her pelvis.. 

"I'm going to do everything," I told her, and breathed through my mouth, my breath blowing at her, at her lips. 

I love it when a woman is so responsive! Her legs were apart enough, I could see hair moving under the influence of my breath, such soft hair. . . 

Now I moved again, both my hands meeting between her legs, covering her, and in turn, my hands were covered with hers! 

Was she going to stop me? 

I made a gentle touch, a brush, a spreading motion, inspired her to rotate her hips, splaying her legs wider. 

No, she wasn't stopping me, not at all. 

I repeated it, not allowing my fingers to penetrate, just to open her wider. Her hands, on my wrists, followed along, not resisting, not forcing, enjoying the sensation. . . 

There it was, her clit, her own small erection, exposed! 

I exhaled on it. 

She moaned. 

Holding her open, I blew again, moving closer, now. 




Donna



I realized she had pulled her arms back, and reached across her body, and put her hand behind my knee. 

I blew again, and lowered my head, so I was just above that lovely place. 

Her hips were almost quivering, now. 

So, I went a little lower. She felt me move and was suddenly still - quiet. 

"Are you. . .?" she started to ask, before my tongue touched her there, so softly, a butterfly's weight only. 

Oh, but she felt it. I can't describe the sound she made, or the shudder her body made, but she felt it!. Her legs parted more, offering all the access I could ever want. 

Another touch, still soft, but a little more pressure, and my tongue made caressing motions on it, over it, around it, and she wasn't still anymore, her hips were thrusting against my face, but she couldn't make me go harder, or faster. I thought, I knew, I was sure, all of my experience told me, that most women, and I hoped this woman, would be pleased, be pleasured. 

She had lifted her head, I could feel her bite at my hip! Then, she pulled at my knee, trying to have me move it to the other side of her head, to be over her. 

"You don't have to do that, you can just enjoy what I'm doing. . ." 

"I want to, give it to me," she insisted, pulling at my knee again. 

I did what she wanted, after all, I wanted it too. 

Now I was positioned with a knee on either side of her head, and she reached around me, around my ass, and pulled at me, bringing me closer, and lifting up her head, too, until I felt her lips on my inner thigh, kissing me, licking at me, I could feel her tongue on scrotum, on penis, nibbling, biting a little, exciting a lot, my cock's head now warm and wet, captured by lips, caressed by tongue. . . 

I reached for one of her wrists, and drew that hand down toward her crotch. 

I bit at those fingers, then pushed them between her lips, guiding her to touch herself, making her fingers stroke her own clitoris, while my own tongue served as a surrogate penis, pushing into her, fucking her. 

Her fingers, that hand, became busy, sometimes with a finger in my mouth, other times touching herself, her finger touching my tongue while it in turn caressed her clit, other times covered with my mouth while she touched her own most sensitive parts. 

Oh, it was wonderful, that lovemaking, that sex, and she responded so well, having, or faking, I'm never sure, an orgasm, and another. 

    and another. 

Finally, she pushed at my hips, turning me, so we were face to face. My face, wet with my own saliva and her juices, hers, also wet, both of us feeling the cooling evaporation from our faces and pelvises, but not cooling enough to cool our passion. 

"On your back, kind sir," she commanded. 

I complied, and the evidence of my unconsummated excitement stood erect. 

"I'm glad you were able to wait," she said, pushing me a little, so that now, somehow, I was across the bed, my head toward the partly open window. 

She knelt over me. 

"I hope you don't mind me doing this, this way. . ." she continued, and her kneeling turned to a kind of squat. 

I didn't mind at all. I held my cock erect, as she positioned herself, then lowered herself onto me. 

I watched between us, as she supported herself with her hands on my shoulders. And I used one hand to guide me, so that my cock's head was at her lips, then between them, then encompassed by them! 

I was in her, in this woman, feeling that exquisite warmth, and moisture, and pressure, deep in her, my passion more intense than I had known in years. She could be the one, the ideal woman, for me. Everything about her was right - her physical beauty, the overlapping interests, that wonderful mind, and the sensation of her moving up and down on me - overwhelming! 

She moved so that I could see my cock, then watched as it disappeared, time and again. She would move, too, a little higher on my body, so my cock head touched her in some spots, then lower, so its shaft could put pressure in other places, and add other excitement, too, for both of us. 

I'm not superman. 

"Give it all to me," she demanded, when she felt that small increase in size, that increase in heat. She felt me erupt, pulsed in her, feeling myself emptying into her, for longer than I thought possible. 

What a mess I was then, wet with everything, when she pulled off me. 

I looked down as she did, and saw my penis, still pulsing, trying to deliver more, but empty, devoid of any seman, softening. 

We were quiet for a few minutes, recovering. I rolled toward her, thinking I wanted to sleep next to her, to awake with her, tomorrow, and forever. 

"Thank you," she said. "You are a wonderful date. Now I know what it's like to be completely satiated with sex. . ." 

I moved to become more comfortable next to her. 

"No, no, Dave, don't do that, I don't want you to go to sleep. 

"I can't wake up with you, that would complicate my life too much, please, stay awake. 

"You promised, and you have to go home, now." There were almost tears! 

"You won't see me anymore?" I asked. I couldn't believe this. We were magical together! 

"Yes, call me, but go home now, please . . ." 

Not my idea of a perfect ending, but what could I do? 

I stumbled into my clothes, heard a soft "goodnight, Dave", as I left the bedroom, and went out the front door. 

I checked that it locked behind me, and made my way along the house to the car, and started home. I noticed it was exactly midnight, when - Opps! My wallet. It was in the inside pocket of my jacket, and now it was gone. It must have fallen out of my coat when the coat fell on the floor. 

"I'll go back," I thought, "and if she's still awake, get it. 

"Maybe she'll miss having me in the bed. 

"Maybe she'll let me stay, after all." 

Eight or nine minutes after pulling out of the driveway, I pulled back in, and started walking along the path to the front door. 

The bedroom light was still on, good - she was still up! 

I heard voices as I walked past. 

"What the hell?" 

The window was still open, and there was quite a lot of light coming from it. 

I stepped off the path, through a gap in the foliage towards the window, and nearly stumbled over a stool, right at the window, and a tripod, and a video camera. Someone had been watching! I looked at the camera - the LED "recording" light was on, partly hidden behind a piece of electrical tape. 

There had been a prowler here, watching us! Filming us! Was she safe? Where was he? 

I moved closer to the window, to look in. 

Donna was there, all right. 

In exactly the same 69 position we had been in a little while ago. 

"I loved seeing him go down on you like this," her partner was saying, a bald partner, a bald head I suddenly remembered that had been close to us when we met at the museum, and the same head that was eating as a single at the A Vida while we had dinner there tonight. I remembered he left a little before we did, as I saw his head descend between her legs. 

"I'm glad you liked it," I heard Donna's voice say. "It's something I'd never have done unless you wanted to see me do that it for your birthday present. Happy Birthday, darling." 

I was just a player in their game! 

I had a message on my machine when I got to my house. It was time stamped right at midnight. . "Dave, I found your wallet right after you left. I'll have it messengered over to your house first thing in the morning, don't make a special trip back. And Dave, I don't think we'd better see each other again. You'd just make my life too complicated. 

"Good-bye, Dave, and thank you." 

They'll wonder and worry who has their video. Let them. Let them worry about who's watching her, with me, and then with her husband.



Donna Agrees to My Fantasy



I have been married to my wife Donna for fifteen years. She was my high school sweetheart and there was never any doubt that I would ask her to be my wife. She is the mother of our three children ages 14, 12 and 8. She is a stay at home mom and a Sunday school teacher, totally committed to our children.

My name is Henry and I am a CPA working for a small accounting firm just outside Kansas City. We have enough to get by, but always have to watch our expenses.

At 36, Donna carries a hundred and ten pounds on her 5'2 frame. She works real hard at staying in shape and says that is the one gift she can always afford to give me. She likes to tease me that after giving birth to three children, she still has her 35-25-36 figure while I have put on a few pounds and am up to 200 pounds. At 5'8 I am constantly reminded that I should take better care of myself.

Our sex life seemed to have been cut back more with the arrival of each child, but a few times a month we still find time for each other. I like to remove Donna's button up pajama tops one button at a time and I pay special attention to each part of her chest as it is exposed. Donna's breasts are about as white as skin can be and her nipples are instantly aroused the moment they get any attention. She has these dark brown areolas with the one on the left nipple being decidedly larger than the one on the right.

Over the years, sex had really become more about compassion than passion. About 5 years ago I got this idea that it would be exciting to see Donna with another man. Since we have always been open and honest with each other one night after providing Donna with one of those orgasms that you just know can't be faked I got up the courage to ask her if she would be willing to do that.

Her response was to say that she wouldn't risk what we had for something that was so wrong. Over the next few years I took that to mean that she hadn't said no and I kept bringing up the subject. I would see a handsome man walking and I would ask her if that made her hot. At the beach, I would see a bulging speedo and ask if it didn't make her curious.

I even pointed out good looking women and told her how an open button on a blouse accidentally showing more cleavage or a very short skirt got my attention. I especially liked when a woman wore something that was tight in the crotch and how you could see the outline of her pussy or a woman that was confident enough to go braless even when her nipples could be seen thru her blouse. Nothing worked. Finally about a year ago after one of the rare times that we had a few drinks I decided to push it again. I was astonished by her response. In a very matter of fact voice, Donna said "if you want to do this and you have been pursuing it for this long, it has to be in a situation where I don't know the man and there is no possibility of running into him around town."

That night, the sex was incredible, but in the morning I realized that I had a new problem to solve. Where was I going to meet or for that matter find this stranger for my wife to sleep with?

I spent my spare time for weeks looking for this guy, but each time I thought I had found what I was looking for, the guy just wasn't right.

Somewhere along the way, my fantasy changed. I wasn't so intent on being able to watch Donna being fucked by another man as long as she was willing to tell me about it. On the other hand, I had very definitely decided that I wanted him to be well endowed.

Not wanting to give Donna a chance to change her mind, I didn't dare tell her of my revised fantasy. It did definitely make the search for Mr. right a bit harder because most of the well-endowed men that I found on the internet were black. Somewhere along the line I decided that maybe a black man would be the biggest fantasy of all.

I knew that I would only get one chance at this because I knew Donna would probably not be willing to do this twice. I had to admit that what I was asking my beautiful wife to do was well outside any norm that even I could imagine. 

My searching finally got around to locating a man in Georgia that said he was looking for the same thing for his wife. In our conversations he admitted that he hadn't yet asked his wife about his plan but that maybe we could just swap and fulfill both of our fantasies. I had to tell him that my being with another woman was not part of my fantasy. He finally suggested that since my wife had sort of agreed to do this, why I didn't pay someone to service her.

I thought that somehow if I paid for a man to seduce my wife, it just wasn't the same. On the other hand if I could find a brothel and arrange to have Donna work there that might be an even bigger turn on. The only truly legal brothels I could find were either in Nevada or abroad. 

I didn't have the money to send either of us to Amsterdam so I started searching for brothels in Nevada. They all appeared to be above board so there could be no problems with the law, but none of them seemed to cater to black men.

Along the way I noticed an ad for an underground brothel in what I had always known to be a really bad part of Chicago. I knew the firm that I worked for had a few large accounts in Chicago.

The one thing I was able to find was a phone number for Eddy's brothel.

I called to see if the place even existed and to get some information about the place. The guy that answered the phone just said hello Eddy here. Just reaching someone kind of startled me and I hesitated. Eddy then said hey, I am a busy man what do you want. I mumbled something about wanting to know if my wife could work there.

Eddy just laughed and said drop her by and let me get a look at her. Again I spoke timidly as I said please wait, you don't understand. I went on to tell him that I was a middle class white guy with a fantasy. Eddy laughed again and said yeah, you and all the other guys out to con old Eddy.

I persisted and asked if he would consider letting my wife work as a whore for a few hours. Eddy seemed to be getting annoyed. He said, listen jerk, if I do use your wife, and I really doubt I will ever see you here, it will be on my terms. The minimum shift is 3 days, unless it is a weekend. I make exceptions for weekends cause we can get real busy and the girls get used pretty good if you know what I mean. If you are for real, just get her to my door before 4 o'clock this Friday. Once she walks thru my door she is mine till I tell you. I also gotta tell ya that big Eddy usually gets a trial run with all his new girls.

Without giving me a chance to ask any more questions, Eddy hung up. 

It took me about six weeks to work my way onto one of my firms accounts in Chicago and on a Monday in late February, with the wind chill factor well below freezing, I set off to find this place with a few pictures of Donna in my wallet. 

I was supposed to finish my work at the client's office in two days. I told Donna that I would be home late Wednesday or early Thursday. 

After traveling and meeting with the client on Monday, I checked into my room about 6:30 on Monday evening. I had plenty of work that would keep me busy until late Monday night in preparation for Tuesday, but I couldn't focus on anything except finding out if this Brothel was the answer I had been searching for.

After calling Donna to tell her I had arrived safely and spending a few minutes with each of the kids, I decided that I couldn't wait till Wednesday to search for this place. I got in my little rental car and headed for the address I had for Eddy's in South Chicago.

Even with directions all mapped out, I made a few wrong turns into districts that were nothing more than vacant buildings and others that were obviously bad neighborhoods. Each time something went wrong, I questioned myself a little more about wither this was a place that I wanted to send my wife.

Totally lost, I found a bar that seemed to be doing a good business even at this hour on a Monday. I parked and went in to ask if they knew how to get to Eddy's. The bartender pulled me aside and in a very low voice he said, I have worked here for a long time and I have directed many out of town guests to Eddy's but I want to do you a favor. He continued by telling me that I looked like a nice guy and that if in fact it was Eddy's whorehouse I was looking for, I should just go home and forget it before I got hurt.

I started to tell him that it was for my wife and then I thought better of it. I just said that I was looking for someone that might be there. With a completely puzzled look, he said Ok, it's your life. He then instructed me to go across the tracks and turn into the second alley on the left. There are no signs or welcome mat. The locals just know to go through the second gate and ring the door buzzer.

With those instructions I headed out to find the man that I was going to ask to fuck my wife. Each passing block seemed to be worse than the one before. I kept checking the gas gauge because I knew that car trouble would land me in a place that I didn't want to be.

As I crossed the tracks, I could see the second alley on the left. I turned slowly through the narrow entrance and parked in a lot big enough for about thirty cars.

As I walked thru the second gate two very large black guys were just coming out of the door that was thirty feet in front of me. Neither one looked friendly or for that matter even clean. I wanted to run. I wanted to forget the whole idea, but I kept putting one foot in front of the other until I stood there frozen in the dark Chicago night, knowing that if I pushed the button, I was going to go thru with this.

Not realizing that I had pushed the button, I was startled when a large black man that I guessed to be 6'4 in his early sixties answered the door. I told him my name and that I was looking for Eddy. He said that's me, what can I do for you. When I told him who I was he didn't remember. I started to explain that I was the middle class white guy that had called about having my wife meet him.

With that he just burst out laughing and said, so where ya been, that had to be two months ago and I never saw your bitch that Friday.

I started to explain that it had taken me that long to arrange my schedule, but I thought better of it and just handed him Donna's pictures. All of a sudden the laughing stopped as Eddy was all business. He took a long look at each of the 4 pictures and then said come right in and let's get the details out of the way.

I followed him through a few large doors to an unexpectedly nice office with no windows on the second floor.

He offered me a chair and a drink. I sat in the chair but thought better of using alcohol in this neighborhood. 

Eddy sat in the big chair behind the desk, looked me over for what seemed like an eternity and said "are you for real"? Not knowing what else to say, I started again to tell Eddy about my fantasy. He cut me off and said "listen bro, I don't give a damn what your reason is, but if these pictures looks anything like your ho, and you are for real about wanting her to experience a good fucking, then stop talking and get her in here".

When I told Eddy I had never been more serious in my life he took over.

Looking at Donnas pictures, he said is this here one with the tits all her as he handed me the only picture with Donna bearing any skin. I thought to myself that Donna would kill me if she ever knew that I had even taken that picture. It was one of her removing her bikini top at a secluded lake about five years ago. With the bright sun, she never realized I had taken it.

I said to Eddy, yes that is my Donna about five years ago and those tits are my pride and joy. I started to say don't ever show her that picture but then I realized that Eddy was going to see more than her tits, if I could convince her to come here and if she did agree to do this for me, that picture would be rather tame in comparison.

He just said I'm keepin these as he went on to explain that most of his girls worked until they thought they could make it without whoring. They would leave but they always came back, broke and ready for cock. We run a pretty tight operation and I gotta tell ya that the cops show up a few times a year and give us a hard time. Only on rare occasions do they bring any of my girls in. If the legal beef is related to my brothel, I will do my best to get em squared with the law. The other thing ya gotta know is that we try to hire clean girls, but we don't always get johns that you would want to take home to meet mother if you know what I mean. If they got the money and they pick a girl, she belongs to him till his time is up. The John can choose to use protection but the girls get no choice. She also has no say in what duties she will perform and which ones she won't. If the brother pays for it, he gets it. Lots of my brothers like to ride their girl bareback and some get off on plugging the bitches back door. Most just want something that their girl won't do for them. Is your Donna on some kind of protection because it is not very often that she will be protected if you know what I mean?

I assured him that after our youngest was born, Donna had her tubes tied and there was no chance of her getting pregnant. Eddy reminded me that pregnant was not the only reason for protection. 

He then bluntly asked if she could handle dick in all three holes. When I said I didn't understand, Eddy said that was his way of knowing if she would cooperate with any request a brother might have because old Eddy didn't want some white cunt telling his brothers that her asshole or mouth was off limits. I knew that Donna didn't really like it the few times I convinced her to let me fuck her little brown hole and swallowing my load was reserved for those times when she had too much to drink. I boldly said that she wouldn't have a problem with the 3 whole issue as I wondered how I was going to get Donna to co-operate. 

He said most of the new girls get a session with old Eddy just to keep me interested, before I approve their application. In your case, I will probably be using her more than once. What did you say her name was? I replied timidly and told Eddy that her name was Donna and it was on the back of the pictures. When he asked where we were from, I said I would rather not say. He said he understood but that we better have a real address cause the cops followed up on those kinda things and I shouldn't be wanting to get old Eddy in trouble.

He then started to tell me about how life was for the ho's at Eddy's. The girls get a regular shift and they are with me for the entire weekend or for at least three days during the week. If they are not preoccupied with a john they are required to come to the main living area when the buzzer goes off announcing that a new john is here. They negotiate rates with their Johns, Eddy gets half. They are welcome to stay beyond their shift, but nobody leaves early. In your case because I am doing you a favor, I get to keep all the money that Donna gets from the johns. The girls each have their own room that includes a double bed, a small bath with shower and a place to put on their make-up. They get meals whenever they want them and they get plenty of fresh sheets and douches. Most of the girls put down a fresh sheet after every john, but if they get busy, sometimes the laundry gets used more than a few times. The other thing I should tell you is that the girls, eat, sleep and use the toilet in the same room that they use for the johns. Except for the fact that we have no bars on the doors, it is like they are in the joint.

When I asked him what clothes I should tell Donna to bring, he just laughed and said if these here pictures are for real she will be to be too busy lying on her back and spreading her legs to worry about gittin on any fancy clothes. Lots of the girls don't even ware nothing for the entire time they are here. That reminds me he said tell your lady that Eddy and the brothers don't like to see no forest growing between the bitches legs so she's gotta shave her cunt bald.

He then put on his business face and said "I don't want to see you or hear from you till mid-afternoon Sunday and you better not be cops. Since I was expecting you for all those weeks, this offer is only good for this weekend. You leave her at my door between 4 and 5 this Friday, and you come git her the same time on Sunday. Otherwise let's forget it right here.

Knowing that I still had lots of questions and knowing that I still had to convince Donna that she was going to be a whore in a black man's brothel I decided to push my luck. As I was getting up to leave, I turned and asked Eddy, if this all works the way you say, could you get her a cab to the airport on Sunday when you are done with her? He slapped me on the back and said if your honey is as good as you say, I will personally drive her to the airport, but you better be careful cause once a sister has spent a weekend with the brothers, she will do whatever she needs to do to get back here for more.

I started to tell him that Donna wasn't like that, and then I thought better of it and winked as I asked "is it possible to get any pictures of Donna being used." 

Eddy said that cameras were not allowed but if I was for real, he had a little library of him with some of the new girls and he would try to remember to send a copy of him fucking Donna home with her.

Thinking I had been there for hours, I was shocked to find that it was only 8 o'clock as I was leaving Eddy's. I was lost in thought as I knew that this is what I wanted and this is what I was going to ask my wife to do. I just didn't know how to tell her about the new changes. 

When I got back to my room, I worked out the details of the travel. There was a one o'clock flight from Kansas City getting in to Chicago at three. That would give me one hour to pick her up, deliver her to Eddy and get home to pick up the kids that evening from her mother's house.

Unfortunately, Donna would have to find her way home to Kansas City on Sunday because I would need to stay with the kids.

When I called her for the customary bed time call, I said nothing. I just thought that I better think this through and have everything in order because I knew that Donna would want to know everything before even considering this.

I spoke to her a few times on Tuesday without saying a thing. When I called her at bed time on Tuesday, I bluntly told her I had worked out all the details and that I wanted her to come to Chicago on Friday to live out my fantasy.

Instead of screaming or hanging up Donna startled me by calmly saying that I hadn't been myself for the last few weeks and she thought that something like this was up.

When I said "then you will do it". She simply said if this is what you want, then I am willing to fuck this stranger for you.

I assured her that I had worked out all the details, that no one would ever know and that though some of the original discussion had changed, I had made sense of it all and that this is what I wanted.

Donna then asked if I would give her time to put her thoughts and questions in order. She assured me that she had agreed to do this and that she would be in Chicago per my request to have sex with this stranger. She asked if I could call her in the morning after she got the kids off to school and she would give me her list of questions.

I told her how much I loved her and hung up after assuring her that I would call her at exactly ten in the morning. That night I couldn't sleep. I kept coming back to what I would be asking my wife to do and where I would be asking her to do it. How was I going to answer her questions? Would the cops pick this weekend to show up? How would I convince her that this was safe when she would see the neighborhood when I took her there? How would I get her to agree to let strange men fuck her in the ways that Eddy demanded when I hadn't even told her on our last phone call that it would be more than one stranger in her panties? Was subjecting her to sexually transmitted diseases, something I could live with?