1 comments/ 9511 views/ 0 favorites Fantasy or....? By: lill_snowy_owl ~~ This story was originally written after a day of teasing and together fantasizing in an online session, leaving me behind pretty restless and I decided to write a story for my Dom, knowing shortly after He would receive it He had to attend a meeting...He actually never did ~~ *So much thanks to ThelMeriman for pre-reading, editing, advise and...Your commands* * * * * * I walk slowly along with small, shuffling steps. The moment I slow down too much, I feel your hand on my back, a soft but firm push... and I walk on. The crunch of dry leaves and small twigs beneath my feet and the humid scent of the woods around me have been the only sensations I felt for a long while. I occasionally feel again your strong hand enclosing my elbow, guiding me around an obstacle, reassuring me. No matter how much I wanted to obey you, I struggled when you calmly, almost serenely bound my hands behind my back and blindfolded me. Even all sound deserted me after a few whispered last words, "Trust me." The last straw... my gag, both hated and loved; I never know which one it truly is. So humiliating, making me so aware of my place, my role; the certainty that, after some time, I will be drooling, not even being able to verbally struggle; but also, arousing me, making me horny, making me feel safe and eager to please. The twilight at the parking lot was replaced by the ultimate darkness of my own thoughts. I am alone, locked inside myself. Tears run down my face. To an outsider the reason is, perhaps, obvious; inside me, I do not know why. This is not the first time I have found myself in this position. But... something makes it different this time. You placed me in the back seat of the car. At first, I thought I was able to follow the road you traveled, but I was soon lost. The trip seemed to go on for hours; maybe it did. Losing myself in my own thoughts was not an option; you would not let me. Again and again, your fingers found their way through the sheer fabric of my dress and found my nipples, teasing, stroking, punching, soft, harder, and really hard; reality calls. After a long time, the car slows down, finally stopping. You help me out of the car, leading me towards...where are you leading me??? After a long walk we stand still. Not until then do I fully realize what it means to have lost all of my senses. Instinctively, I want to look around, listen, experience where I am right then. Whatever I try, not a sight or sound reaches me. The only reward I get for my efforts is a hard slap in my face. I'd better stand still. The wind that surges outside is replaced by sudden warmth, as if I had entered some secluded space. Two softly pushing hands under my elbows guide me forwards. Two hands? The hands push down on my shoulders, the pressure increasing, signaling me to stand still. Involuntarily, I turn my head in all directions, searching, still hoping to catch some glimpse of where I am. The pressure builds further. Slowly, my knees succumb while I try my best to land somewhat comfortably on my knees -- impossible when you have no clue what you are doing and your arms are bound. Finally, I feel the cold surface of the ground. At the same time, two arms reach around me and pressure builds on my clothing. Damn... he/she... them... who???? They are tearing my dress apart. My fingertips reach for as much cloth as I can gather and I try to... What am I trying to do? It sure won't help. Hands grasp my hair in a firm grip and pull my head back hard. A soft kiss is planted on my forehead while your breath caresses my tear-stained skin. For just a moment, the slight panic inside me subsides a bit. At least you are still here as well. My head at an impossible angle, forced upwards, I feel hands on my breasts, hands...and ropes. My breasts are bound tighter and tighter, so fast it seems like quicksilver. I lose count of the amount of rope and the number of hands that are holding the ropes. Softly, hands run through my hair now, soothing, calming, reassuring. Slowly I start to surrender. Your last words echo through my mind. I do trust you!! Gently, I am helped up and am led by many hands further towards the warmth. Around the corner once more. Again the pressure on my shoulders forces me to my knees. Someone is handling the straps of my ball gag. Yes. As the lock is opened, I await the release, longing to finally be able to talk and communicate again, being able to swallow. I open my mouth a little in anticipation when I feel the slightest pressure on the gag. I feel the fresh air and breathe in deeply. At that instant, there is pressure against my lips again...something cold, hard, metal it seems. Quickly, the straps behind my head are fastened again. Someone is handling the gag; suddenly there is pressure on my jaws. A lot of pressure. I moan, wanting to scream, but I cannot. The accumulating pressure forces me to open my jaws further and further. My god, this is a spreader like I used so many times at the ear-nose-throat wards. I struggle, fight, resist as much as I can. I try to get up and run, but a hard blow to my left cheek, followed by one on my right cheek, stun me for a moment. A hand entwined in my hair forces me to stay put. The hand releases my hair after a moment. I try to move my head in vain; I can only assume that my gag is now linked to the rest of the bondage, forcing me to look up all the time. Kneeling, looking up at...god knows who... Fingers near my ears, stroking my cheek, removing the plugs...at least they are gone. At first I do not really notice any sounds, just my own rapid shallow breathing. Perhaps I am just too overwhelmed by being able to hear again. Even as I gradually begin to make out sounds, I am not sure what I hear. The murmur of voices, loads of them, people all around, a lot of people. Where am I? It still does not really make any sense at all. I hear movement behind me. Suddenly, the warmth of another body presses against my back. Hands encircle my waist, moving upwards, softly caressing my tightly bound breasts. Shivers run over my entire body as your breath flows over my ear before you softly whisper, "Trust me, trust me my little whore". A million thoughts run through my head; conversations we've had, shared fantasies, your threats. You wouldn't... would you? All doubt ends the moment I feel your hands pinching my nipples hard. At the same time, a cock slowly slides into my mouth through the gag. Deeper and deeper, as if there is no end. I gag and try to pull back, but your body behind me and the two hands firmly grasping my face deny every movement. For the first time in my life, I am truly face-fucked, although if you would have asked me before, I would have told you; I knew what you meant...oh, no...this is for real. Hard, even strokes by an unknown cock. Tears run down my face, partly from the tension, but also from the shortness of breath brought by each stroke, my throat totally blocked time after time. The moment I feel the cock in my mouth harden even further and feel that familiar twitch, I want to swallow...want to...but soon realize I cannot even do that. Sperm against the back of my throat and I need to cough, swallow, I want to spit it out. Totally in vain. The sperm dribbles down my chin and mixes with the tears that were already there. In the few seconds before another pair of hands enclose my face and the second anonymous dick is forced between my lips I realize that this is also a part of me. Even this, is part of what I can and will be for you, I realize, while I am so very aware of my own juices running along my thighs. Four, five, more... maybe ten? I have no idea how many have used me like this, how many men's sperm is slowly drying on my face, my chin, my neck and my breasts, sticky and smelly. The scent of sex permeates the air around me, forcing me even by smell to realize what is going on. My true struggle ceased long ago. Subspace mixed with pleasure has made me the toy you wanted me to become. Willing, ready, horny. Your slut, your whore. I do not even register that your fingers have ceased to thrash my certainly now blue breasts and are now slowly removing the blindfold. Slowly, I start to notice the glimmer of small lights, shortly after I become truly aware of what I am seeing again. I blink and want to close my eyes the moment I truly see. Losing your sight might be horrible, but it does allow you to withdraw a little from what is going on. It is much safer. "Look at what you are doing my slut, look at what you are going to do some more," you say sternly. My eyes slowly get used to the poor light. And I become aware of the queue of men, slowly masturbating, whispering amongst themselves, watching... some in clear contempt, some merely showing their lust, but all with that knowing look of anticipation in their eyes, waiting... for me. "All of them here just for MY whore," your voice echoes in my ears, as the first man in line slowly approaches me and takes his place. His cock routinely shoved inside my mouth, deeply face-fucking me. Still I am gagging from the force as my throat is entered again and again, while your fingers slide over my belly towards my cunt, feeling, testing. "You slut," you hiss in my ear. "You are enjoying this, aren't you?" I cannot answer you verbally, but why should I even try? My body is telling you all, revealing my deepest secrets. The shame, taboos, fear, all kind of feelings and thoughts run though me. But, in the end, these all succumb to the overwhelming pleasure. Damn it! Yes, I am enjoying this. I am enjoying being used because that is what you want from me, and it gives me the opportunity to be as much as you ask from me, it makes me able to let go. The tone of your voice changes. Harder, stricter, almost mean as you sneer at me. "After all this time, you should have known better, you filthy whore! Shamelessly enjoying all these cocks entering you, enjoying being fucked by them. Only MINE should give you pleasure." I want to struggle, fight, I want to explain what is happening, I want to ease your anger with soothing words, but all I can do is press my back against your body and hope and pray, you know better. I get my pleasure because of you, through you... only you. Ohhh, if only I could tell... One man follows the other. Sometimes, while the men change places, I can catch a glimpse of the queue slowly getting shorter, not quickly enough for me. Again and again, your accusing words echo in my ears. I vainly try not to enjoy myself. My jaw cramps, becoming unbearable, tears still running and snot in my nostrils making me gasp for air more and more. Your fingers on my cunt, pushing, stroking, caressing and massaging. "And she gets even hornier. Aren't you my slut?" You curse, accuse, while your fingers play me like a guitar string. You start slowly, but soon your manipulations become faster, harder, and I am already this wet and horny... I get more aroused by the minute. I cannot block out your word. I try with every ounce of willpower to hold back my feelings, my heat. I am too exhausted to really get frustrated and mad at you, but anger is surfacing slowly inside me. What are you thinking...do you really think I can hold back now????? My mouth is filled with another anonymous load of sperm and I cough, fight for some air, I am suddenly, harshly, pushed forward, my face to the ground. I feel you enter me in one forceful thrust. Your fingers keep stroking my clit mercilessly as you fuck me harder then you have even done before, using me. You pound and pound into my cunt. And finally...finally! You moan hard in my ear. I feel your body stiffen and your cock twitch. "And now is your time to get pleasured, my slut...by ME!!!!...cum." The orgasm that flushes through me like a big wave is overwhelming, breathtaking, exhausting, almost painful and not until much later do I really enter reality again. Lying on the ground with your weight on top of me, still panting, gag and bonds long gone, wet skin on skin pressed against you as much as I possibly can, frantically holding on to you, while your hands soothingly stroke my hair and you kiss my face. "This is how I want you to behave...like MY whore!" You speak softly and with great pride in your voice. Fantasy or Desire My husband has been making comments for years about seeing another man have sex with me. He will use a dildo on me while he is making love to me and talk about how I would love to have two at once. I must be starting to submit to the idea because I have lately not been able to stop dreaming about what it would be like for him to come home from work and find me in the back yard (I love outdoors sex) with a friend of his. We are naked and I am just sitting with him having a beer and caressing him. When my husband comes home, I jump up and welcome him home with a hug and kiss, telling him that I have been waiting for him before anything really happens. I ask him to get comfortable and have a seat while I return to the chaise where Dave is waiting and smiling as I walk back toward him with my boobs jiggling and my pussy weeping. As I sit down on the edge of the chaise I give Dave a deep wet kiss while I grasp his cock and start to stroke it to full life now, instead of just caressing it. The feel of it hardening in my hands is marvelous and I realize that he is getting bigger than I had imagined and the hardness is amazing. I have held no other than my husband for over 20 years. I feel Dave running his hands over my body with more assertion than he had done before Brian got home. My nipples are painfully sensitive to his touch and my senses are becoming overloaded with the feelings and the realization of what I am actually doing. I break the kiss to look at the cock that is pulsing in my hand and to see the hands of another man squeezing and rubbing my boobs. I feel almost like an orgasm is going to overtake me without the usual stimulation of my clitoris. I kiss my way down Dave's hard and muscled chest and come eye to eye with his very hard cock that is bearing the vision of his excitement and my tongue instinctively slips out to lick the drop from his slit. I feel that wonderful hard and soft feel of erection against my tongue as the taste hits my buds and at once feel the touch of his hand against my slippery wet lips just outside my clit. No direct contact is made, just the movement of my lips against it and I feel my body give way and a wonderful orgasm slips through my body. I can barely breathe as my body twitches and yet my mouth opens and takes the head of his cock in between my lips and over my tongue. As the orgasm subsides and my mouth tastes more of Dave's precum, my mind becomes aware of Brian sitting there watching and I wonder what I am doing. There is a hand playing with my pussy, a cock in my mouth, I have already cum once and I my brain is taking over and I wonder if I need to just stop this now and run for the house or run to Brian and beg forgiveness or just keep going. Oh my, what have I done? I can't quite get my mouth off this wonderfully hard cock. My mind tries to consider what is happening and take control but just cannot fully function. I feel more juice leaking onto my tongue and the taste and feel of it just awakens my body against the will of my mind. At the same time I become aware of my pussy being further manipulated and the wetness that I have made being spread all over my lips. As the hand spreads the wetness, my pussy lips are forced, or do they just do it themselves, to open up and allow access to my inner heat and then I feel the slightest touch to my oversensitive clit. The touch, even so slight, to my clit feels like electricity coursing through my body. At the moment nothing matters except the intense sensations that I feel in my sex and in my mouth. I am aware that I am continuing to hold Dave's cock in my mouth and my head moves up and down it as my tongue lavishes the spongee feeling of his hardness. I also realize that Dave is thrusting toward me and even though I can feel the head of his cock bump the back of my mouth, there is still more in my hand. How much more of this can I take in my mouth? I have always been able to take all of Brian's but this does not feel like it will slide deeper in my throat. I have little time to ponder that as I sense my lower body being lifted into the air and turned. I realize, momentarily releasing the cock from my mouth, that Dave is now lowering my pussy onto his face as he lies back on the chaise. As soon as I understand what is happening, I feel his mouth on my pussy and his tongue begin to explore and lap at my wetness and again the sensations cause my head to swoon. I turn my head, straightening my body along Dave's, and am once again confronted with the hard and large cock at my face. I grasp it and raise it up from his belly and gaze at it and am about the lower my mouth back down over it when I look past it and see Brian sitting in another chair watching us. I cannot think clearly enough to know whether he is happy or not and do not waste time on the answer as the cock in my hand raises toward my face. I open my mouth and take as much as I can and choke a little. My entire body feels completely enveloped in a warm glow that I seem to only understand on some primal level. Consideration of what to do is no longer an option. I can feel his lips and tongue all over my sex. He is very talented and forces me to lose concentration on his cock. He licks all over my pussy, suckling both my inner and outer lips, lets his tongue flash up over my clit and back to my pussy. He not only licks and sucks but I feel his teeth close down on my puffy flesh. I think about how glad I am that my husband freshly shaved my pussy last night. He moves up again to lick my clit, but does not stop at that and captures it between his teeth and rubs his tongue hard against it and back and forth making me scream out in the intensity which I am not sure is pain or pleasure, but I love it. All the while his hands are wandering up and over my butt cheeks and up and down my back, occasionally sliding down and rubbing the sides of my boobs that are squeazed to the side between us. His hands spread my cheeks and his fingertips on occasion pass lightly over my little puckered butt hole. I can only hope that is a sign that he likes to play there and will get to more of that. I am on overload and realize that I have risen up a bit, apparently so that he could play with my tits which he is now doing quite nicely. He worked his way in from the sides and now has a grasp on my nipples and is tugging then just the way I like it. It is almost as if he has been with me before to know what and how I like things. I realize that I have removed his cock from my mouth and am just holding it up in my hand. As I gaze at the beauty of it, I see a long stream of precum running from the slit down the top side of his cock toward my hand. I lean back in and lay my tongue near the base and take a wide and long lick all the way to the tip where I swirl all that slippery around the head and then suck the slit to get all that I can from him. He tastes magnificent. I start to lower my mouth down his shaft again and love so much the way it fills and stretches my mouth. I keep sliding down it while still enjoying the wondrous feel of his mouth, all parts of it, all over and in my pussy while his fingers again toy with my butt hole. I feel like I may explode again at any time and as I keep sinking down that pole of his, feel the head hit the back of my mouth and can feel a difference in feel with it so slippery. I just keep slowly moving and feel the head slip deeper into my throat. I concentrate back a gag and slide further down and then feel my nose pressed hard against his wondrous balls. I feel the need to swallow and can feel his cock fill my throat as my muscles contract around it. Oh, my world is spinning and I am cumming again!!!!! I start to regain some sense of consciousness and realize that I am having trouble breathing. I slide my mouth back up the cock in my mouth and realize that I am drooling an enormous amount, my eyes are watering and I feel completely outside myself. I am not sure if it is the situation, the lack of oxygen or the talent that Dave has just displayed, but I don't think I have ever had an orgasm like that. I feel him still gently licking me but staying clear of my clit and apparently being very aware and considerate of just how sensitive my entire sex is right now. I try to glance back over my shoulder but cannot really see anything. As Dave keeps licking I can merely say "wow" in his direction. He stops licking for a second and responds, "I'll say. You are drenched". He starts licking again. I realize then that he is licking my pussy juice that is leaking all over me there. He is so gentle and soothing. I hold his hard cock in my hand and idly stroke it as my body returns to some normalcy. I love the way it feels and the way he is licking me but feel a profound need to be even closer to him. I release my grip on him and slide my legs around, removing them from the sides of his head. I slide myself up on top of him, face to face. He is wearing a wonderful smile as I look down at him. As I do, I see that his face is coated with wetness. I lean in and kiss him, at first lightly and then finding our mouths devouring each other. As the kiss breaks, I become aware of my own taste from his mouth. This is not new to me but better than usual today. I lean in again and begin to lick his face where it is wet. I love the sensuousness of this and how his skin tastes, coated with my juice. He seems to like this. I feel his cock twitch against me as his hands slide up and down my slightly sweaty back and butt. I suddenly feel a shadow cast upon my body and remember that Brian is here and is now standing close to us. I know what has to happen but am not sure I want to look and know how he feels about it now. I realize that I have to know what Brian is thinking and feeling. I raise my face from Dave and see my husband standing beside us. He is naked and his cock is as hard as I have ever seen it. It is pointing right at me as he strokes it and I see copious amounts of pre cum on the head. As I look to his face, he smiles and says "You are beautiful and I love you". I am so relieved at this reaction. I lean toward him and take his hardness into my mouth, tasting his juice. I chuckle a bit to myself as I realize that I have only once had two cocks in my mouth in the same day. That was years ago and they were not both present at the same time. Dave begins to kneed and suckle on my nipples as I have risen up off him toward Brian. As much as I love Brian, I feel that I want to return to focus on Dave right now. I turn back toward Dave and watch as he keeps licking and sucking my nipples. They are very sensitive but his sucks and nips feel wonderful. I sit up a little further and he tries to follow but I push him back down flat on his back. I raise myself up off of him a bit and reach down between my legs where I find his hard cock not quite resting on his stomach. I wrap my fingers around it and stroke it as I pull it up toward my body. I am looking right in his eyes as I rub the head up and down between my lips and gasp as it hits my clit. His face is something between contorted and smiling as he feels the contact and his body tries to rise up off the chaise toward me. I rise with him and just keep it at my lips and he just mutters sort of a groan. I can't tease either of us anymore and hold his beautiful cock at the entrance to my pussy and lower myself down onto it. It is so big compared to Brian that I expect some resistance but find none and am able to just keep lowering until I am fully sitting on him and moaning at the fullness and depth that I can feel him. Dave starts to move me up and down with his body but for now I just sit still and moan at the sensation of fullness. I feel his hands on my hips and realize that he is trying to force me to move me up and down on his cock. I lean forward a bit and place my hands on his chest and start to rise up and down on his shaft as he paces himself with me. The feel of his big muscular chest in my hands in combination with his touching all of my insides is amazing. Apparently satisfied with the motion, Dave moves his hands to my boobs and plays with my nipples as we move together. This in concert with my clit sliding up and down his pubic area, my pussy full of his very large cock has me progressing toward another orgasm rather quickly. Dave takes a nipple into his mouth and I feel a sudden sharp pain as he bites quite hard. Oddly this pain, and yes it hurt, radiates throughout my body and feels like an earthquake as it combines with the extreme pleasure I am feeling in my lower body. I cum at that moment and scream out loud, not usual for me, and am still not sure afterward if the scream was pain or pleasure induced. I can only collapse forward onto Dave's body at this moment. I am not sure how long, if at all, we lay still. I feel Dave rubbing down the length of my body and then placing both hands on my cheeks and spreading them open. The sun is bright above us and I love the way the hot sun feels shining directly onto my butt hole. Sometimes when I am lying in the sun alone, I raise myself up so that it shines directly on my pussy and butt hole just for the pleasure of it. I am reveling in the feel of the heat on my butt, Dave's cock still filling my pussy, and his hands kneading my cheeks. Suddenly the heat is blocked and I feel a tongue on my butt hole. I don't need to look to know that Brian can wait no longer and is getting involved. He always loves to lick me everywhere and seems to have a penchant for my butt. He does it very well and today is no exception. His tongue laps all around my hole and across it in very wet dance. I start to rock myself against his face and get the added stimulation of Dave's cock, still very hard, moving inside me and my hypersensitive clit rubbing his pubic bone. My breathing starts getting a little ragged again (did it ever get to normal, I am not sure) and it all feels so good. I feel Brian push against me and his tongue start to force open my hole. I really love it anyway but right now with a cock in my pussy it is better than ever. After pushing his tongue in and out of me a few times he returns to licking all over it. As he licks all around, I realize that he is also licking between my pussy and butt and even down onto my pussy. It occurs to me that he must be licking Dave's cock at the same time. As that reality hits and I ponder what that means, his tongue leaves me and I feel him move around behind me and feel his tongue running up and down my pussy lips with brief periods of not feeling his tongue. Dave moans deeply and I know that Brian has crossed some new boundary. Dave moves his hands on my cheeks and I feel his fingers on my butt hole and one starts to slide inside with little resistance and much wetness left from Brian's tongue. A couple of finger strokes in and out as he moves up and down under me, Brian licks and then doesn't lick my lips and I cannot comprehend all of the sensations. Then Brian's tongue is gone and I feel him shift again. Dave, finger still in my butt and cock still in my pussy, begins to sit up from under me and easily rises upright and then onto his feet, lifting me in his hands. His power just adds to all the other feelings. Dave turns around and starts to lower me onto the chaise on my back but stops and tells Brian to put two more cushions down under my butt. I am then am lowered onto my back but with my pelvis raised well up above my head. Dave is still in both holes as I am lowered and as he releases my weight and leans in, his cock feels like it goes inches more inside me. The angle that he is now at is pressing his cock head deep into the furthest reaches of me and feels like it is going to break something in me but at the same time feels so marvelous. Dave starts to stroke in and out of me with his full length and is building up speed and power with each stroke. His hardness is hitting deep in me but on each stroke presses so hard on the top inside of me on my G spot, right behind my clit, that I start to scream out at him to fuck me harder. I never do that! Dave stays at it and I know I will cum again but want to feel him cum inside me too. I look up at him and tell him how great he feels and how much I want to know he is cumming inside me. Dave keeps banging me hard. I feel like I can take no more, I am panting and screaming all at once and feel like I shall certainly explode. He looks down at me, smiles with a contorted face and drives as deep as ever into me, grinds against me and grunts out that he is cumming. I would love to just take all that in but my body betrays me and pushes back against him and I cum yet again, probably as hard as I have ever. I am enjoying the feeling of Dave's cock deep inside me, knowing that his cum is mingling with my juices. The moment is surreal as I briefly reflect back on all that has happened. Dave rises up off me and I feel him start to slide his cock out of me. I hate to feel it go, but even that movement feels wonderful. He gets up off the chaise from between my legs, leaving me once again exposed to the warmth of the sun and the feeling of wetness oozing from me. Dave steps up to the head of the chaise and steps over me, straddling my body with his very wet cock pointed at my face. He is wilting but still quite large and heavy looking. His cock is literally dripping and the entire shaft is coated with thick whitish looking goo. I have certainly sucked a cock fresh from my pussy many times and gladly suck and swallow cum but typically only direct from the cock in my mouth. For whatever reason I usually lick a cock that has been in me for the benefit of my partner not because I desire it for myself. It is ok, just not something I beg for other than for effect. Today is different. I look at that mess and the ooze still coming from the tip of his cock and feel a need, for my own sake, to suck and lick it. I raise my head up as he lowers his body and my mouth opens to take his cock and once I get all that I can inside, close my lips around it and lower my head away to clean all the juice that I can into my mouth. This action gets repeated and my tongue slathers his cock seeking more. I feel Brian's weight on the lower end of the chaise and expect to feel him enter me. Instead I feel his mouth on my thigh and then his tongue below my butt hole and sliding upward toward my pussy. His tongue continues all the way to my clit and then starts the same journey again and again. It feels marvelous but I am intensely aware that he is licking the combined juice of Dave and I and I am sure most of it is Dave's cum. My brain is overloaded as I realize what he is licking while I am still totally engaged in licking this wet slimy cock in my mouth. I feel Brian get off the chaise and then he is there over my face looking down at me. His moustache is obviously wet with cum and he is smiling down into my eyes while I am cleaning another man's cock. Dave pulls himself back and out of my mouth, just standing astride me. Brian leans down to me and plants his lips on mine and we have a wonderful, albeit extremely wet kiss. As our mouths open to each other I can feel some juice, cum I expect, slipping into my mouth. Our tongues meet and dance inside and outside each other's mouths tasting the new variety. I truly feel loved and desired yet very slutty all at once. Brian pulls away just a bit and Dave lowers his cock toward my mouth again. Before his cock reaches my lips, Brian leans forward and deftly grabs the head with his tongue and lips, sucking it straight into his mouth just above my amazed eyes. I have never thought he would do such a thing, but he looks very sexy doing it. This union lasts only a moment and Dave rises up again and swings his leg over to stand on one side of the chaise. Brian leans down and kisses me again and then slides down my body, licking as he goes, until his face is again buried in my pussy. His cock, slick with precum, is in my face so I take him in my hand and give him a couple of strokes and slip it into my mouth. Brian is a wonderful pussy licker and not deterred at all by what has happened. His tongue feels gentle and soothing on my hypersensitive and slightly sore pussy and clit. Fantasy or Desire I look up between Brian's legs to see Dave finishing getting dressed. I cannot talk but as he takes my hand and squeezes it, saying that he hopes to get invited back soon by both of us, I nod my head and know that he can see the smile in my eyes. Then he walks away and I hear him leave. We are not alone long and Brian has found his release in my mouth and I, once more, on his. Fantasy or Fact Like many other couples, my wife and I had our fair share of bedroom fantasies to spice up our sex lives. Often when making love she would call me things like "daddy" or even "son" and I would often call her by names other then hers. It was 'sort of' agreed long before that we could handle having this sort of thing happen, as long as it was just in the bedroom. We tried to vary our sex life with what some would call 'normal' and some would say 'kinky' stuff such as blindfolds and light bondage, and my special favourite was when she would bring in fruits and things like whipped cream to the bedroom. I guess as long as you are both happy, then nothing is forbidden, even the abusive talk at times. Not very often, but a few times we would just lay and pet each other and chat about what we would be doing if we were single. I guess my pet dream (like all guys) was to have two women in bed at once, and my wife always would make jokes and say "why stop at two?" etc. According to her, her fantasy was to watch me have sex with a much younger woman. Not very adventurous, but that was her thing. I was not very interested in this idea as she was all the woman that I ever wanted, and as the sex was always in abundance, there was no need for me to even consider it. This we probably had done for almost 5 years, but apart from talking about it, we never took it any further. I guess the thoughts of having other women were always in the back of my mind, but the desire to cheat on my wife was never there. She (Susan) had not been my first lover, but I had been her first. She was everything to me, and my days of wandering eyes (and cock) were gone once we had become serious with each other. Susan had just turned 20 when we married, and I was 24; that was 5 years ago, and as my 30th was approaching I felt very happy and secure with our life together. Susan is still as sexy as when we first met. She stands around 5'6" and has the typical sexiness of her Asian heritage. Her breasts are a 32C and her hair flows down to just above the crack in her arse. She works out a lot and has a very well toned body and breasts. She looks after herself and even after 5 years of marriage, I still get a hard on when I see her undress. Her nipples are very pronounced and point straight out and she keeps her pussy trimmed into a small strip at the top of her opening. I would be best described as being Caucasian, 6'2", blue eyes, short fair hair with a toned, but not muscled, body. I don't work out as much as I should, but the work out she gives me in bed most nights; certainly make up for not getting to the gym very often. My cock is maybe six and a half inches and average girth, but according to Susan you would think I had at least 9 inches. (The benefit of her never having had another guy). Over the last few months she has been wanting to blindfold me and tie my hands to the bed-head and she teases me for ages as well as getting me to imagine she is one of her friends or even one of the women from my office. Her requests seemed a little strange at first, but it seemed to turn her on so much to hear me pretending it was another woman, that I eventually went along with it and this made her very happy. My story really starts a few months ago. I was tied to the bed and had my eyes covered and she was doing her thing and teasing me. Sometimes it was by using her tongue to lick all up and down my body, but avoiding my cock until I begged her to take me. Other times she would spread things like whipped cream or diced fruits on me and she would slowly clean me with her mouth, or else she would just suck me until I was hard and she would then jump on top of me and pretend to be someone else as she fucked herself silly. She never seemed to do it the same way twice, as one time it would be very gentle and she would not make a noise, not even to say how much she was enjoying it; and other times she would be like a mad woman and would scream all sorts of commands at me. As I said, it was a few month ago when I started to get this strange feeling in the back of my mind. We had gone to bed to have one of our fun nights and she asked if she could tie me up again. I agreed and soon she was running her hands over my body and getting me hot, but for some reason this time she did start to caress my cock. Usually she would not touch it until I was begging. Her hands would start at my feet and work their way up to my neck, with just a slight detour to give my cock a quick grab and squeeze. She had never been this eager to touch me there before, and at first I thought little of it, but the third time she worked her hands up my body, she stopped and after giving me another small squeeze, she surprised me by taking it in her mouth and sucking it a few times. Don't get me wrong, I was not complaining, but it seemed so unlike her. After I told her that I was very excited and ready to cum, at first she stopped what she was doing and seemed to be in two minds if to leave me alone to calm down, or to take me and finish me off. A few moments later I felt her easing herself down onto my cock where she began to slowly move up and down on me to make sure I lasted a bit longer. It only took a few minutes before I was spewing my juices up and into her moist pussy, but it did not seem that she had reached her peak. I felt rather ashamed at having let her down, but after a pause of a few moments she said she needed the bathroom and would return and get me up again very soon. I lay there while I waited for her to return, and this in itself was strange, as usually, once we finish she unties me and I go down on her. Two or three minutes later I felt her getting up on top of me again, but this time she moved herself further up so that her pussy was over my mouth. I eagerly pushed my tongue out to meet her, and it was then that the next, and biggest, shock struck me. My tongue and lips were encountering more hair then usual. I had not actually seen her naked for a week or two, but I was sure she could not have grown that much hair so quickly. Trying to speak was impossible with a mouth full of wet pussy so I continued to try and get my brain around what was happening, and soon I had my chance to speak when she scooted off of me and turned around so she could suck my cock at the same time. "Who the hell is that?" I called out, just as her pussy took its position on my mouth once more. "It's me Honey, but if you like I can be your secretary or even my sister if you like! Up to you who I am tonight" she laughed before her mouth covered my cock and began sucking. As my cock began to rise once more, my brain seemed to switch off and I kept licking at the pussy on my mouth. Once I was fully hard again she stopped sucking and then said she wanted me inside of her again. She got off me and a moment later I felt her lowering herself back onto my cock. As I had already cum not long before, this time I kept hard long enough to feel and hear her cum three times before she said she was fully satisfied and would now release me. "Wow Honey, you really got into it tonight. Who were you imagining it was this time?" she laughed as she took the blindfold off me. "Well would you believe that I thought I could feel a lot more hair around your pussy when you were sitting on my face. But I guess I was wrong!" I replied as I quickly looked at her pussy and then around the room. "You're kidding me! You thought there was someone else here fucking you? I must be getting better to have that effect on you!" she laughed. "If you like, why not go and check to make sure there isn't someone hiding outside. Maybe you really want someone else to join us?" she added. "No! You are the only woman I want or need. Anyway, even though it is your fantasy, I know you would be too scared of losing me if I found another woman!" I joked back to her. A few minutes later and she was off to shower, and I could not help myself; I quickly looked around the house to satisfy my own mind. She was right of course, there was no one else in the house but us. The rest of the week our lovemaking was more 'normal' and it was not until the middle of the next week when she again asked if she could tie me up. When I was fully aroused from all her licking and sucking on my cock, she climbed on top of me and lowered her pussy onto my cock where she first started slowly, but once I made a comment about feeling 'too much' hair, she picked up her speed and began to ride me like I was a bronco bull. My mind was racing; trying to get as much pleasure as I could from her hot pussy, as well as understand if I was imagining things when I thought I felt more hair on her again. As her pounding on my cock increased I felt her cum very hard on my cock and this in turn set me in motion and I lost my load as well. Like the previous week, when she finished she said she needed the bathroom again, and ignoring my protests, she left me bound until she returned and started to suck me to hardness again. This time she was much slower and gentler, and also I knew I must be going crazy, as I could only feel her almost bald pussy. "You really should slow that imagination of yours down a little!" she said when I told her what I had imagined. "It was probably just the hair on my head you felt! It was in the front when we started before!" she laughed as I agreed my mind was playing tricks on me. The next Friday night when she again tied me up, my mind was already imagining things even before the blindfold went on my face. I was quickly looking around the room, looking to see if there was anyone else there. I knew then I was losing my mind. Once again, as the licking and sucking started, I was concentrating more on trying to detect any differences, then on what was happening to my cock. When it came time for her pussy to be lowered onto my cock, I was so alert and aware, I knew that I was going to know for sure this time, but as it lowered all I could feel was the familiar feel of my wife’s pussy with its hair all trimmed. Again, after I had lost my load she went off to the bathroom and returned a few minutes later and mounted me after getting me stiff again. This time however my brain was thinking instead of my cock, and as my cock entered her, I knew there was something strange happening. "Stop! Take the blindfold off me right now!" I screamed. "What's the matter Honey?" she asked as she did as I said and took the blindfold off my eyes. "Untie me!" was all I answered. Once untied I got out of the bed and began going from room to room and checking all the places a person could possibly be hiding. Finding no one in the house, I opened the front door and stepped out to see if there was another car in our drive. "Honey, I don't know what you are doing, or what you are looking for, but if you don't come inside, you will give poor old Mrs. Brown a heart attack!" she laughed as I saw the elderly woman on the pathway; staring at my erect cock as I stood naked for all to see under the porch light. Quickly I stepped back inside and closed the door. We returned to the bedroom but my mind was racing and I could not concentrate on sex, and my cock stayed limp for the rest of the night. I tried many times to ask Susan what was going on and who the other woman was that had been there, but she just kept laughing and telling me I was losing my mind with all the games we had been playing. I tried to rationalize my thought to her, even down to how when 'she' mounted me the second time, her pussy was not dripping wet, even though I had already cum inside of her not long before. All she would say was that I was crazy, and after she had been to the toilet, she wiped herself so it was not dripping down her legs. I was positive someone had been there, but her logic and reasoning finally got the better of me. For the next few weeks, every time she tied me up and had her way with me I was positive that it was someone else who was riding my cock, but each time when we finished I would insist she take the blindfold off me before she went to the bathroom. Each and every time it came off my eyes I would see her naked body still straddled across mine, and when she returned she would not (at my insistence) put it back until she had inserted my cock into her. After four weeks of her doing this I knew I was going crazy, as even though I knew it was she who was sucking and fucking me, my mind still tried to come up with things that meant it was someone else. Eventually Susan just told me I should relax and let my imagination run rampant and imagine what it wanted, and hopefully my mind would calm down eventually. I did as she said and soon I was even actively joining in and playing 'the game' and had started to call out different names when she got on top of me or had my cock in her mouth. This seemed to turn her on even more and the sex became hotter each time we did this. I even stopped demanding she remove the blindfold, as I knew it was just my imagination, and soon we were back to all the old ways and she would vary her motions and actions and bring me to mind blowing orgasms. Each time she would ask me to pretend she was someone else; my secretary, her girlfriend from work and even her sister. Week after week I would be calling out a name of someone else and telling them how much I loved them sucking or fucking me. Each week the sex got better and hotter. The more I got into this 'role playing' the more my mind would not just think of a small reason to make me think it was someone else, but I was even seeing these peoples faces and bodies in my mind. I could not believe how great my sex life had become once I agreed to act out the fantasies, but just how much more sex Susan was giving me. It seemed the more I called out other peoples names, the more she wanted to fuck me nearly every night of the week. Last Friday morning we were eating breakfast when Susan announced that she was going to fuck me as many times as she could get me hard, and it was to be that night. She seemed to be glowing and very eager to have me tied to the bed and having her way. All day long I could not think of work as my mind raced back and forth with the way my wife had become such a cock slut over a short period of time. I left work an hour early as my last appointment had cancelled. As Susan was not due home for another two hours, I sat and contemplated what lay ahead of me for the night and I got so excited that I had begun playing with myself. As I felt myself getting close to releasing I thought I better not as I was not sure just how much sex I was in for that night. As my mind was thinking of what was to come, I could still not believe how much my Susan was getting from all of this and I started to wonder what she looked like when she was riding my cock and I was bound to the bed. I decided then that I must know, and I set about hiding our video camera and secretly record the evening. After a romantic supper, Susan went and showered before she suggested I have a hot shower and get myself ready for her to ravage my body once more. She reminded me that I was not going to be untied until she had had enough of me or my cock would not stand anymore. When I returned to our bedroom she was already naked and on the bed so I pretended to be looking for something, and I quietly pushed the "Play" button on the camera. After a few minutes of kissing and cuddling she ordered me to lay down and she started to tie my hands to the bedhead and after kissing me once more and giving me a wink, she put my blindfold on and I was in darkness and waiting for her to begin. First up I was treated to a slow and sensuous massage, followed by a small amount of sucking to make sure I was up and hard enough; not that I really needed it, but it was nice anyway. Soon I felt the warmth of her pussy as it touched my lips. I began to lick around the outer lips until I could hear her let out a light moan, and then I inserted it into her pussy and searched for her secret little button. It had the desired effect and she was soon squirming on my face as her hands were slowing massaging my cock and balls. Once she had exploded her juices onto my face she turned and positioned herself so my cock was as the opening of her pussy. Slowly she eased it down as I felt the head of my cock pushing its way inside of her. Once she hit bottom she stopped all movements and just moaned as my cock was nudging the back or her cervix. After Cumming again without even moving, she finally began to move up and down on my shaft as her moans became louder and louder. "So who am I fucking tonight sweetheart?" I asked as she began pounding my cock even harder. "ummmm, how about, ummmm, I am Jenny, your secretary this time, and next time I will be my girlfriend Kate, and we will see after that. Maybe I will be my sister Julie if you want?" she replied as she sat still on my cock to think. "Does that sound good for you honey?" she laughed. "That's great, but gee, do you think I can fuck my wife tonight as well?" I laughed back at her. "I guess so. You just tell me who you want me to be out of the four of us, and I will change into that person for you stud!" she joked as she started to pick up her pace again. "Oh yes Jenny, ride my cock you hot bitch! I love it when you fuck me hard like that!" I called out, getting into the mood. "mmmmmm, oooohhhhh, ummmmmm," was all she replied as she went faster and faster and I felt my balls ready to explode. It was quicker then I had wished for, but Susan soon said it did not matter as she was not letting me go until I had fucked all four of them. She was certainly 'hot to trot' and I knew when she made up her mind to do something, nothing could stop her. She moved off me and took a position between my legs a few moments later and began stroking my flaccid cock back into life. Once it began to stir back into life I felt her mouth engulf it and soon it was stiffening with her ministrations from her mouth. When she decided I was ready she again straddled me, but this time she was facing my toes. It was strange as it was a position she had never been keen on as she said she did not get as much pleasure from that position, but when I asked her why, she replied that as this time she was her sister Julie, and Julie once told her she liked it this way, she was just trying to act the part. "Yes Julie, fuck your sisters husband like only you know how!" I egged her on as she began riding my cock once more. "If only your sister could see you now. She would see how much more fun this position is!" I laughed as "Julie" gyrated around on my cock. Susan sure surprised me with her 'play acting' as she seemed to be trying new and different things and did not seemed to be able to get enough of my cock. She kept changing the pace as well as the ways she moved, and each time she was about to cum I could hear her moaning. Even with the moaning she played the part and seemed to try and change her tones to sound like the women she was portraying. After Cumming four more times she brought me off for the second time that night. "Mmmmm lover boy, you are doing great tonight! First you fucked Jenny and then Julie! Kate is getting excited just waiting for her turn to ride that cock of yours!" Susan laughed as she grabbed my limp cock and gave it a squeeze. "Glad the girls like it, but tell Kate I need a rest before she gets her turn!" I laughed back at her. "Ok, I'll just use the bathroom and then go and get a drink. I'll be back soon. Don't go anywhere!" Susan joked as she let my cock go and left the room. Normally, being left alone and tied up, I would have been annoyed, but as Susan had just given me two of the greatest fucks of my life, I was not concerned at all. I just lay there and half dozed as I knew I needed all my strength if she was determined to have her way that night. About 10 minutes later they returned, or at least I guess it was that long as I did in fact doze off briefly. Fantasy or Fact; You Decide Fantasy or Fact; You decide. An exploration into a woman's need for more; much, much more! By Amanda Williams aka mandywilluk2000 I think it was that film I'd seen that really started me off on what I came to think of as my "Belles". The old French film I mean, the one with that most stunning and sexually desirable female stars of all time, Catherine Deneuve, 'Belle de Jour.' She was a wealthy, ultra respectable married woman who wanted more in her life and became a part time prostitute in a brothel. She had no need of the money for her husband was immensely rich and generous and she had everything she wanted apart from illicit sexual thrills. In a way, a little like me. In addition, as with her, there were the psychological aspects. She too was never quite sure whether it was all in her mind, whether she imagined the events or whether they really happened. Occasionally, her torn underwear, red marks, scratches or bruises did though suggest that they really did happen. I felt like that, though, as I went to that bar the first time, dressed like a whore, picked up the young man and fucked him in that warehouse doorway. Until this day, I am not sure whether I really did it or whether it was all some extraordinarily vivid and highly erotic dream in which I acted out the events that had been built up in my mind over the preceding months. Whatever it was, it had been dramatically real and had made me realise that I could have sex in that fashion and that I could get an enormous amount from it. Far more than I could from making love as part of a relationship with someone with whom I had no emotional tie up to. So of course, the other fantasies that had lurked in the deepest recesses of my sexual mind started to move nearer to the front of my consciousness. And always it seemed there was a similar thread running through them. Me being degraded. Me being on the face of it abused. But in my way being in control, taking what I wanted and giving none of me apart from sex. It was as if 'As I can't enjoy a normal tender relationship for I can't handle the emotional involvement needed for me to have successful sex, then I'll have no emotional involvement at all and just the sex." Quirky, unusual, and probably hard to understand I know, but it is what I felt and was certainly what turned me on. Sex with total strangers who I'd never see again. Sex where I became just an erotic object. An item that gave sex and nothing else. A situation of direct similarity to the sublimely beautiful Catherine in Belle de Jour. I know you may say why not get a fuck buddy as the Americans call it. A man who with whom I could have sex and nothing else. God I meet so many that it should be easy. And of course it would be, but it wasn't what I wanted. To an extent, I would know them. There would be a history and some future. They would know what was going to happen, they would want to talk to me, ask questions and suggest further meeting and that was not in my fantasy script. No, this way was better and was what I chose. Find strangers have sex and leave. No involvement, no strings, no emotions and no aftermath with them. In my mind, I became more sexually daring. Not that picking a guy up in a bar and taking him to a doorway and having sex wasn't daring and possibly dangerous! No, I mean with the act itself. I mean with the type of sex and what I wanted to do with whom I picked up. Yes, I dredged up those fantasies that the women's magazines tell us are perfectly normal and are thought of by most sexually active women at some time or the other. Perfectly normal and imagined of by many they may be, but is it normal to feel as though one acts them out to the point that they are as though they've become part of reality? I doubt that is done by many sexually active women do you? I visualised myself in the same outfit I had worn before. The same black, frilly, lacy, almost see-through blouse with the buttons loosely sewed back on again. No bra of course and one too many buttons undone. That pelmet of garish, red plastic, the black fishnet hold-ups and high-heeled shoes. No need for the long leather coat though for it was now early summer so it was replaced by a light denim jacket. Short, but able to be done up if the need arose later, as it almost certainly would. I'd ventured further afield this time. Into North London, Islington. Trendier but with a similar plethora of bars inhabited by young people. Again, I had visited the bars, pubs, and clubs in my "civvies." The research and planning played a big part in the creation of my fantasies. It was exciting being in a bar dressed nicely knowing that if I returned it would be looking very different with completely other aims in mind. It was also incredibly stimulating to poke around in open places searching for the venue where I would do it. Seeing in my mind a doorway, now empty and just a few feet from passers-by where soon, I might be writhing on the end of an unknown erection, where I would be bare-chested with my skirt around my waist being fucked by a stranger. I imagined doorways, alleys, parks and even graveyards. It excited me to think about and look at places in the cold light of day knowing that they might form part of this amazing fantasy that was more and more taking shape in my mind. I even took photos of them on my mobile phone and created my online gallery of 'Locations where I might get fucked.' Simply looking at it excited me to the point where masturbation became essential. I had passed up several likely prospects largely because it was still light outside. That might be just a little too much for tonight's adventure. Then I saw him and heard him. Standing just down the bar to me, he was chatting to someone next to him in an accent, Dutch or German I thought or maybe Swedish, I could not tell. He caught my eye across the other guy's shoulder and I saw his piercing blue eyes and sweep of blonde hair. He was nicely tanned wearing just a white tee shirt and tight jeans. He looked muscular, very fit and I guessed, as they say was probably well hung. I looked away and watched him from the corner of my eye. Obviously a regular for he talked to quite a few people and I was beginning to give up hope of being able to see him by himself so I started to think of leaving and go to my secondary bar, see how detailed my planning is? But then, the bar started to clear a bit and I was the only one apart from him sitting at it. He went to the men's room and came out and, after chatting to a group, came back to the bar his eyes pinned on my crossed legs all the way across the room. He smiled and went to move along the bar towards me but I stopped him with a shake of my head. He lifted his glass indicating as to whether I would like another drink? I again shook my head but as I did so I undid the last stud on the denim jacket letting it fall open. I was getting adept now at longer range, silent pick-ups and was quicker at it than I'd been that first night in Bethnal Green. With his eyes on me, I re-crossed my legs taking my time letting him see well up my skirt probably even above my stocking tops. I leaned forward over the bar giving him a good, if rather long distant, view down my top. I slid off the stall letting the cheap skirt get caught on the stool before brushing it down slowly wiggling my boobs as I did. I picked up my lighter and cigarettes and put them into the pockets of the denim jacket, no bag on an adventure like this, too risky. As I stood up, I avoided his eyes, for I knew, or most fervently hoped, they would be watching my every move. That done, I stood there a moment fumbling in my pockets as if searching for something and then looked up quickly and caught him staring at me. He looked flustered but my smile reassured him. He came up to me and said, "Can I buy you a drink or something?" Now used to how to get through the usual pick up routine I said quietly, "No but if you want to fuck me you can." I saw him visibly gulp as, at the same time, his eyes widened as he looked straight down my top seeing for sure my lack of bra. "How?" was his naturally mumbled reply. "By keeping your mouth shut and following me to where I go, OK?" I turned and walked out letting my bottom wiggle and hips sway in the tight plastic skirt just as I'd practiced so often. I waited a moment outside for I knew he had to pay his bill and it took a few moments longer than I'd expected before the door opened and he emerged. He went to come up to me but I shook my head and turned and made off down the road in my high heels knowing that his gaze would be on the undulating cheeks of my bottom and the seamed, fishnet covering my legs. The timing had been perfect for it was now dusk but not dark as I made my way down Upper Street away from the Angel towards Holloway Corner. I didn't bother to look back but felt him coming alongside me as we got to a less crowded part. He came alongside and went to say something, probably wanting to know my price. Without even really looking at him I said, "Here's the deal. You can come with me and have sex but you mustn't say a word; don't worry it won't cost you a penny. OK?" "Yes, yes sure," he stammered back as I turned off the main road. He was alongside me and seemed to have got the message, for he didn't say anything as I turned into the small park. Walking across it I made for the shelter I'd found right in the middle surrounded by gardens on all sides. He followed me inside where, despite the gloom, there was enough light to see each other as I sat down on the bench and looked up at my quarry. 'Nice,' I thought, around twenty, maybe a little older he was good looking and appeared to have a great body. I looked up at him and smiling reached out, undid his belt, and slipped his zip undone. My eyes locked onto his as I slipped my hand inside and ran it up and down his erection. "God he's big," I thought my heart leaping rather ridiculously at the thought of having a big cock in me. I pulled it out of his boxers and yes, it was big. Thick and long it made me shudder at the thought of it going up me and I momentarily wondered if it would hurt me. But I knew that by then I would be soaked and that would help a lot. Still holding his gaze, I leaned forward and after licking right up and down his length I took him quickly into my mouth. In my thinking and fantasising I had added this variant and as I would run over it in my mind I'd found it extremely stimulating to be imagining sucking a completely strange cock just minutes after meeting its owner. As I'd thought of that, so the man would quickly get to like it and would soon start finding my rhythm and would slowly be moving his hips back and forth at the same time as my head moved. And in that dingy shelter, in that dark park that's what was happening. I had reached round him and was gripping the, at one moment firm and at the next soft, cheeks of his wonderfully pert arse as he started to fuck my mouth. I wasn't ready for that though. Oh no, not unprotected. But I kept him in there knowing that I was bringing him nearer and nearer to ejaculation. As I felt the extra straining of his erection in my mouth so I slid the top of the blouse off first one and then the other shoulder, wiggling my body until it had completely uncovered my breasts. Then just as I knew he was about to cum, I whipped my mouth away. Holding his pulsating cock in my hand, I rubbed it quickly between my tits giving it that last impetus that forced his cum to start shooting from him. I heard a deep grunt, almost a moan, come from his mouth as his warm, sticky cum splattered onto hand and over my bare breasts. It just seemed to spew and spew from him in what for a moment, in my fantasizing mind; I thought might be an endless stream. But even young, virile young men cannot do that in reality, as they might in the unreal, and soon it stopped and there was just a small dribble hanging from the tip. Looking into his eyes again as he ran his hands through my hair saying how marvellous it had been, I rubbed the tip of his still surprisingly hard penis over each of my breasts smoothing his goo into the soft flesh that felt so sensitive and alive. It was just as I had imagined in my moments of thinking about this and fantasising about how it would go. The straining I felt in his cock as it prepared itself to ejaculate, the stream of thick liquid shooting from it, the splash of warm cum on my breasts and the feelings as I rubbed it in with the bulbous head of his engorged cock. There is something so wonderfully dirty and amazingly sordid at having a man cum on your body, especially your breasts. I can't quite put my finger on why or what, but women do fantasise about it and most, I think, welcome a man emptying themselves on her. He went to talk but I shook my head and continued running his erection over each breasts concentrating its head on my nipples that were now alarmingly hard just as I knew they'd be from when I used my vibrator on my bed visualizing this moment. Unlike the mainly older men I'd been with, both within my marriage, my forty eight year old husband, and outside it, the small number of late forties and early fifties, with whom I had 'strayed', his penis didn't go completely soft, just a little less hard than it had been. After a few moments, I wondered whether it was now time, to try to freshen that back to its fullness. I placed it between my breasts and sort of wrapped them around it looking down at the tip that was sticking out from between its soft covering. It was close enough for me to reach with my tongue and as I massaged the sides with my boobs, revelling in it sliding in and out of them lubricated him with his own cum; I licked the very tip several times. It was wonderful and so gratifying to feel it twitch and come to life again, just as the fantasy had indicated. It was even better to see and feel the hardness returning, the straining coming back and his hands grabbing my hair. I stood up letting the blouse fall away from me but still held in the waistband of the skirt. My breasts were completely bare and still splattered with his semen the hard, erect nipples glistening with it as I took his hands and place them on my tits; they felt good. He rubbed and stroked them making moaning grunting sounds as his fingers explored the soft pliant and such sensitive flesh. As he did that I was, just as I'd planned, holding his cock rubbing it gently as I coaxed it back to its full readiness. And then the fantasy took a very different turn. My imagination had created a new dimension. I visualised a completely new element to it. In my mind, a totally new event happened. "Hey is this a private party or can anyone join in?" I heard a man's voice with a heavy accent ask. But it was not the man who was caressing my breasts and whose now wonderfully full erection I was holding against the red plastic covering my tummy. No, it came from the entrance to the shelter where, as I looked up, I saw another man. The man I was holding turned and said. "Hi Carl, I'm sure you can join in but our lady doesn't want us or her to talk." At first, the fantasy had told me that I would panic. But strangely I didn't. I think it was the first man mentioning not talking that did that. I simply looked at the second man measuring him up and yes, he was young, yes he was well built and attractive and yes, I may well have chosen him had I seen him by himself in the bar. He was slightly familiar and of course, as in the fantasy, he had been talking to the first one at some time in the evening. I watched as he came over to us and standing behind me he put his hands around me and cupped my breasts shoving himself against my bottom. He was already thrillingly hard and I felt his length fit between my cheeks. At the same time, the first man was pressing his erection against my tummy. The combination of feeling two cocks squashed against me was so exciting that I felt myself losing a little control. Nothing like it had been in the fantasy. I found that I was squirming my pubic mound, backside and breasts all at the same time against the pleasure giving cocks and hands. They simply kept giving me more and more pleasure; it was as if I just could not get enough from them. I wanted, more and more and more. But it was not just the feel of their bodies against mine. It was also the thrill of the two men and the anticipation of both of them fucking and doing what they wanted with me, which contributed hugely to the unexpected sensations that had not been factored into my plan. I knew that this was near rape. I realised that I was going to, no had started, having sex without my agreement. That one man at least was forcing himself on me without my permission. That didn't worry me, though. Did it concern me or fill me with dread? No, my imagination took that on board and the fantasy building up took on a completely different dimension to that which I'd planned. Now, I would have the added humiliation of being taken by two men together in tandem, of double the degrading and demeaning. Now, not only was I going to have sordid sex in sordid surroundings but also I had lost control and between them they could force me to do as they wished not as I directed. So, in addition to all the other imaginary or real sensations I had previously considered, there was also near rape and forced sex to factor in. The fantasy was, as I guess had always been inevitable, going pear shaped. The fantasy had called for me to pull my skirt up and offer that part of me to one man. Now though I had two pairs of hands yanking at the plastic so that it was bunched around my waist. Now, I was bared by them to their gazes and enquiring hands. Nothing in my imagining had prepared me for this, but oddly, I didn't struggle for the domination of me by them seemed, if anything, to arouse me more. They spoke to each other as they pawed my breasts and stroked between my legs possibly saying, although I could not understand a word, how wet I was for they spoke in their native tongue. I was even losing control over the silence but now that too didn't seem to bother me. I found that as their hands slid between my legs I squirmed myself against them pressing my bare, soaked lips and my clitoris onto their skin drawing every last bit of pleasure from the hard, warm flesh. I found that I pressed my breasts back against their hands, which were fondling me wonderfully roughly and were pinching and pulling my nipples deliciously fiercely. I found that I was moaning and gasping from what they were doing, showing emotions and feelings in a way that had not been scripted nor catered for in the fantasy. The first one said something in what I think now was Dutch. I could only pick out one word, that was repeated several times in the same sentence, and that was fuck. It thrilled me to hear it amongst what sounded as a load of gibberish. It thrilled and excited me to the extent that completely out of the intended way I heard myself saying, no whining, "Yes, yes." The first man now came behind me and the other stood in front, his hands grabbing a bunch of my chestnut hair as the other one grasped my hips. The first pulled my head upwards his face descending as he did, so that it was so close to mine I could smell the faint traces of his aftershave and the strong odour of beer on his breath. This was not the fantasy I'd imagined for his mouth enveloped mine and he kissed me greedily and roughly immediately shoving his tongue deep into my mouth. My immediate reaction was to struggle and I tried to pull away but his hold on my hair hurt so much I couldn't. As I tried to yank my head back, so he pulled harder on my hair making me think that a bunch would come out. I cried out with pain and he said, in English, "Shut up bitch, keep your fucking mouth shut." I gasped at both the pain and the language now somewhat afraid, but even more excited. The other joined in, obviously now ignoring the agreement we'd made. Fantasy or Fact; You Decide "Yes keep it shut until we tell you to open it so we can put our cocks in it." He was now shoving himself against my lips and I knew that he would shortly be in me and I managed to blurt out "Please wear a condom." It was somewhat of a relief but also quite an embarrassment when he replied, "Of course, I wouldn't put my cock up the cunt of a whore without one." Despite everything that was happening to me in this amazingly real and quite chilling fantasy I stammered, "I'm not a whore, I'm not." It seemed important for me to make the differentiation, "I just wanted uncomplicated sex, there's no charge." Then it really started. The first man, the one who I'd had oral sex with, was in me. He thrust his large cock in me without warning and I grunted as it slid all the way up. "Oh yes," I moaned as he started to surge in and out. The other one, still holding me by the hair pushed my face down and down until it was level with his cock that he'd released from his trousers. "Suck me, suck me bitch," he ordered pushing it against my face with his other hand. The first man then most royally fucked from behind me as I sucked and gobbled at the second man's cock. I was now aroused to the point where I was starting to orgasm when suddenly the one behind me pulled out. "No, no," I heard myself say, regretting the show of feelings as I did. It didn't matter, for they changed places and I was again sucking the first man's cock as the other entered me. They did that again a few minutes later until I wasn't really sure who was in me and whom I was sucking. Everything seemed to combine into one great mass of sensations and feelings as my body exploded with what turned out to be a massive orgasm. I just couldn't stop cumming and cumming. Not when the first one spurted into the condom. Not when the other one took his cock from my mouth and went behind me. Not when the first one pushed his condom-covered cock with the load of sperm in the little balloon at the tip into my mouth. Not when the other one shoved himself in me and certainly not when he surged in and out quickly, fiercely and quite aggressively still shooting into his condom. Circumstances had now so changed that my fantasy took on a completely different perspective. In that dim, crude shelter in the middle of the park where there was still just enough light to see what was going on I knew that I had lost control. I had orgasmed, spoken to them and I'd expressed to them that I was receiving pleasure, excitement and even satisfaction. That was never in the original version. As I fell against the man who had just cum into my mouth my arms going round him to support me, so I felt him cup my breasts as the other fondled my legs and tummy. As they did that, so I wriggled myself against them. As hands rubbed, squeezed and pinched my nipples, breasts, thighs and bottom, so I pressed my face against the bare, hairy belly of the man holding me. What the fantasy was now doing was having me make love to them and show affection and desire for them. Gone was the cold, distant woman taking just what she wanted and then vanishing. That had been replaced by a female so engorged on the sexual excitement they were giving her that she was even now indicating she wanted more. And in this new fantasy she did. Speaking in their native tongues interspersed with phrases in English I heard them say. "We'll fuck her again." "Let's take her outside and have her there." "She's got fantastic tits." "She's gagging for it." And then they lapsed back into Dutch as, without asking for my agreement, they manhandled me out of the shelter onto the grass in front of it. They were holding me tight, presumably concerned I would try to get away but that was furthest from my mind for now my thinking and fantasizing was coinciding with what they so clearly wanted from me. The sheer degradation they were putting me through, the degree to what I was being dominated by them and the anticipation of seeing just where this fantasy would take me all combined to give me feelings I'd never before experienced. They pushed me onto the grass, which was damp with dew. They lay beside me. They started pawing all over me their hands going to every part of my body as one of them started pulling my skirt. "Oh shit I though they going to strip me, what if they run off with my clothes?" "No, no," I gasped, "Please don't," I asked trying to hold onto the skirt as it slithered down my thighs. "Shut up slag and do as we want or we'll hurt you," one of them said grabbing my wrists and holding them above my head as the other yanked the skirt further down my legs. And then it was off me and my bare bottom and back came into contact with the grass the blouse still with a couple of buttons done up remaining wrapped around my waist being all that I was wearing other than the fishnet holdups. Still with my hands forcibly held above my head, I had one of them kiss me shoving his tongue roughly deep into my mouth while the other chewed far too strongly, but appropriately, aggressively on my breasts as one of them tore at the blouse doing what had until now been my job of ripping the buttons off. The feeling of being naked apart from my holdups in the open dusk was another new experience for me and it was extraordinarily thrilling, but still worrying for I had no idea what they might do. I felt and saw that they were both struggling out of their clothes until all three of us were naked. The laid half on me their mouths and hands roaming unchecked all over my body. Squeezing and pinching my breasts, stroking my thighs and plunging between them to invade me they once more, slightly frustratingly but marvellously excitingly, built up those familiar orgasmic feelings in me. I was whimpering, moaning and grunting as fingers roughly slid in me and as teeth bit into my breasts leaving, I was sure, rough red marks that I would have to hide from Sara, my daughter, when I got home. It was now such a different fantasy. I had lost all control and had let them take that from me. "We're going to fuck you so hard," one snarled pushing probably four fingers up me and hurting me due to the suddenness of it. The other one sucked my nipple deep into his mouth his teeth digging into the sensitive and quite tender flesh. The pain from both just seemed to merge with the pleasure and excitement and I found myself reaching for their erections. Moaning and whimpering from a combination of arousal, pain and fear mixed with anticipation of what was going to happen, I stroked the two hard cocks at the same time. I had never done that before. I caressed them and pumped them and started making love to them. They were mine and I wanted them. Wanted them against me, on me, up me and in me. Then they fucked me again. They fucked me in turn. First one from behind and then the other from the front. They switched around so I lost all idea of which one was in me and which was against my face or between my breasts. They took me up to a near orgasm and held me there for what could have been half an hour; I didn't know, I had totally lost track of time. Whether they ejaculated and if it was with a condom, who was taking from behind and who from the front I had no idea. Writhing around on the grass one moment lying on my front the next on my back then kneeling or standing bent forward, I was continually fucked and unlike I'd imagined the fantasy would be, I enjoyed every single moment of it. I was in a perpetual climax and hadn't realised they'd both withdrawn from me until I opened my eyes and looking up saw them both kneeling beside me. I was holding my breasts and caressing myself so aroused had they made me. We looked at each other as they, at the same time, took their still hard penises in their hands. They began to rub them, slowly at first but then, as they looked at me squeezing one breast and fingering myself unashamedly between my legs more quickly. As they increased the pace of their pumping movements even more they leaned forward so that they were above my face and breasts. And then it started. The cum shot from both of them almost at the same time and splattered onto my chin and cheeks, into my hair and onto my boobs. That put me over the top and made me cum at the same time. The fantasy was complete. Most of the events and experiences I'd imagined had now taken place and I worried at how vivid it had all been. At how I'd lost the control and had began to feel for them. At how we'd joined together to make it so thrilling and so real. The real burning question I asked myself then, the next morning and many times since, was. "Was it real or was it, after all, just a fantasy?" Fantasy or Fact "Hey stud, you ready to fuck my girlfriend Kate now?" Susan said as she returned to the bedroom. "Not sure, but I guess if she gives me some encouragement I can rise to the occasion!" I chuckled back at her. "And what little secrets did Kate tell you about her? Does she do anything special as well?" I asked. "Hmmm, well I'm not sure, but she did tell me once that she has always wondered how a hard cock would feel in her arse some times! Maybe tonight she will try it with you!" she giggled. At the mere mention of fucking Susan in the arse my cock started to spring back to life. It was something we had talked about many times in the past, but she had always changed her mind at the last minute as she felt it would hurt too much. Could it be that with all this acting out that she was finally going to try it, or was I hoping for too much and it was just her way of getting me aroused? After a small amount of playing and sucking with my cock, I was almost hard enough to go again. I started asking "Kate" if she really did want to try and have anal sex and was pleasantly surprised when she took her mouth off my cock, and a few seconds later she said that it was something that she was going to do and nothing was going to make her chicken out this time. At those words my cock sprung to full erection and I was ready for action. Like the first two times, Susan spread her legs over my waist and lowered herself down onto my cock, but it was her pussy that it entered. I was a little disappointed, but still I was happy at the way she was fucking me silly and pretending to be other girls who were also as attractive as her, and even pretending to be Kate who was way ahead of all of them. She moved her crutch up and down on my cock and like her two other "roles" she varied the motions so that she kept my cock interested and hard. All the time I could hear her letting out moans and groans, ummmm’s, and ahhhh’s, and I could not believe how she could keep fucking me like this and still enjoy it so much. I of course was happy regardless, as this was turning into the best night of sex in ages. "Well stud, are you ready to get your cock into my arse?" I just barely heard Susan say as I was concentrating on the fact that she was pulling her pussy away from my cock. "If you are sure Kate, then I am ready. Tell me if it hurts too much!" I said, realizing that she was in control and my comments were useless. I heard her let out a soft 'oh' as I guess she spread the cold KY on her arse. A few moments later her hand took a hold of my cock and seemed to be guiding it. I felt her tight and greasy little hole hit the head of my cock and if I had not already cum a few times already, I am sure I would have then, just at the thought of entering her arse. At first there was much resistance, but slowly it seemed to open a little and the head of my cock began to enter. "Ummmmm! Ohhhhhhh!" were the sounds I heard and was worried that it was hurting too much and she would soon stop. "Are you Ok?" I asked. "You don't have to if you don't want to!" I added. She never answered, and soon her movements began again. Once the entire head of my cock was inside of her, she stopped for a minute and then slowly lifted up a little and then back down again. She did this many times, and each time she pushed down a little harder until finally she had the full length of me inside her arse. I could feel the cheeks of her arse against my balls as she bottomed out and stopped. She stayed still for ages before finally edging up and down a little at a time. As she became accustomed to the new sensation her movements became more pronounced and soon she was lifting and lowering her arse with abandon. Her moans became louder and my cock began to throb rapidly. After only about five minutes of her arse going up and down on my cock, I could feel myself ready once more to deposit a load into my loving wife, but this time it was going to be in a place it had never been before. As she let out a louder moan and began pounding her arse up and down on my cock I also started to thrust up and down as I was having the most intense cum of my life. Just the thought of having my cock in her arse was enough to bring me to the boil, and at that precise moment I could only think of the hours of pleasure I would get from watching the video that was being filmed right now. I just hoped the camera angle was set right. I blew my load deep into her bowels as she let out a huge growl and went limp on my cock. She stayed where she was for as few minutes, but her head had dropped down onto my chest and I could smell her perfume. When my cock went limp and it started to shrink back out of her arse, she edged off me and all was quiet for a few seconds. "How was it for you Honey?" she asked. "Fan-fucking-tastic! That was the greatest ever! Thanks sweetheart!" I replied to my loving wife. "Well just let me get cleaned up and I'll be back in a few minutes so "Susan" can fuck you as well!" she said with a laugh. At that stage I was not worried if I got any more sex or not. The first two times were great, but to finally have fucked my wifes arse was mind blowing and nothing would top that experience. Again I dozed off and was not sure for how long, but I do know that as I was drifting off, I could hear the shower running. I guessed that after having cum in her arse, she needed to have a shower to clean herself properly. When I woke, it was to the feel of a warm cloth washing my cock of all the cum and 'gunk' from it. As soon as that was completed I felt a warm mouth envelope my cock and begin to gently suck it back into life. I did not know how long I had been asleep, but was sure it must have been at least half an hour, as my cock was responding to the sucking, so was sure it was more then mere minutes. "Are you ready to have your wife fuck you now?" Susan asked with a giggle, as she moved up and placed her pussy at the head of my cock. "Whenever you are sweetheart. But you know you don't have to keep fucking me, there is always tomorrow!" I replied. "I know, but I think I have deserved to have your cock as well! Don't you?" she laughed. "What do you mean by 'as well'?" I asked, stunned by her comment. "Do you really think that it was me all those times tonight? I love sex, but not that much in one night!" she replied. "What the fuck! What are you saying? Who is here with you?" I quickly shot my questions at her. "Not for you to know Honey. Can't tell you that or you may chase them for a repeat performance. Anyway, this will give you something to fantasize about for ages!" she laughed back at me as she began pounding rapidly on my cock. "I don't believe you! You are trying to confuse me! Take the blindfold off and let me see if there is anyone else here!" I retorted in amazement at how she was now telling me there was another woman in the room. "You don't believe me, do you honey? Well, you know what my fantasy has always been, and sorry, but I have been getting my fantasy for some time now!" she answered. "OK, then prove it, let me see who it is!" I demanded. "Sorry, can't do, but if you want proof.... hey lover, can you sit on his face for a few minutes and prove to him you are here?" she said. A few moments later I felt another set of legs straddle my face and a moist, hot pussy landed on my mouth. I did not know which way to turn. My sweet little wife had been letting one or more of her friends have sex with me, and all the time she kept telling me I was crazy! I was both furious and turned on by this revelation. It only took a few seconds for me to feel my cock begin to swell inside of her even more as my tongue began going to work on the pussy. I didn't know whose it was, or for that matter whose was riding my cock. I just knew that my wife was an amazing woman, and obviously a devious one. I did know however that once the night was finished I would soon find out when I replayed the tape. Once my wife and her 'friend' had their fill of me, and I had one more cum, the two of them got off me and Susan said they were going to get cleaned up and she would see her friend off before she released me. I heard the shower once more turn on and soon could hear a lot of giggling, but only a murmur of mumbled words. I still could not detect who it was. Eventually Susan came back into the room and asked me to say 'thanks' to her friend or friends. After sounding like a little boy who had just had his first kiss from a girl, I said "thanks, Susan's friend or friends', but there was no answer, so I still did not have a clue to work on. "By the way lover, can you take the tape out of the camera and take it with you? We don't want him to know our little secret yet, do we?" Susan said to whomever it was in the room. "What tape?" I asked, trying to sound surprised. "Were you filming all of this?" "I was going to honey, but could not find the camera. It was when you were in the shower that I realized that you may have, so it was easy to find!" she laughed. I kept demanding that she release me, but she kept saying she would not until it was 'safe' and I could not see who had been here. After almost ten more minutes she finally did release me, but even I knew I would not know who she or they were. I pressed Susan for days about it but she just kept laughing at me and said I should just enjoy the fantasy. "Hey Honey, you should be happy that my fantasy was not to see a big black stud fuck your arse!" she laughed. As she explained over the next few days; she had never cheated on me, so there was nothing for me to worry about, and I had never cheated on her as I had always believed it to be her who was fucking me. It seemed that she had it all figured out and her logic did make sense. It annoys me to not know just who the woman or women were that I fucked, but she was right, this way I can fantasize about anyone, as I have all the feelings to go with those fantasies. I guess until she decides to reveal who the mystery person is, or persons are, then I will never know, but it sure makes my mind wonder every time one of her friends or relatives smiles at me these days. 'Was it her, did I really fuck her', would always be my first thoughts. Fantasy or Fiction? We sit facing each other. Your black skin stark against my white skin. Yours is iridescent in the black lights hanging like overripe grapes above my bed. We both smoke from the bubbler, blowing smoke on each other's neck and in each other's mouth, kissing. I like Kissing. On our knees facing each other. Tongues barely touching each other, hot breath, lips brushing then smashing and tongue darting in and out; soft then hard. Very nice. Slowly. Enjoy it. Let your lips say I'm loving you at this moment. Be patient. Licking lips. Sucking, licking, biting, kissing tongues. I move down your neck. Kissing the top of your chest. Brushing your nipples with my lips. I move to your side, kiss around you, until I'm behind you. I focus my attention on your collar bone, the soft of the shoulder, licking softly, occasionally; my hands move slowly up and down your arms, across the top of your chest. At the front of your throat I grab your chin, and pull your mouth to mine. Kissing—hard. Tongues again. My hands cupping your breasts. Moving to your ear. Nibbling softly on your ear lobes. Sucking a bit, and then tonguing the crevices, letting my teeth tease you. Breathing gently on your ear, licking and then blowing gently. Then I move down to the nape of your neck. The gentle curve from the shoulders, pulsing under the simultaneous touch of my fingers gently flicking your nipples. Biting then gently kissing your neck, sucking then flicking my tongue across the concave. I Find the nerve and attack it. Tonguing it hard. Then gently. Then sucking on it, soft at first, and getting harder, gently, so you barely notice until you can't stand it. My hands cupping your breasts from behind and gently flicking your nipples with my fingers. Then I start kissing the back of your neck, tonguing the fuzzies. Kissing and blowing. Kissing and blowing. My hands wandering down your stomach, I brush the tops of your thighs. Back to the breast. Back up your ribs, my finger tips brushing the side of your breasts. Kissing down your spine. Flicking my tongue. Licking hard, letting my tongue flatten against your spine. Blowing on it. Then licking it warm again. My hands still roaming up and down. Now brushing the top of your shaved skin. Teasing. Not really touching. But enough you know I'm there. Now kissing further down your spine. Pushing your body forward now, my hands on your shoulders, stretching you out on the bed. On your knees. Stretching out, but leaving your voluptuous round ass sticking up. The cool sheets sting against your nipples. I bend you over, stretching your back tight. Kissing now, tonguing, the taught skin almost hurting against the pressure of my tongue. My lips brushing, then kissing and sucking. Kissing and sucking. This goes on for a while. My hands now roaming on your ass, your hips. Wrapping around you, slightly brushing your inner thighs from the front, then around and from behind. Squeezing. Biting. Sucking. Finger tips brushing against your exposed clit. Just enough. I play connect the dots with the freckles on your back with my tongue. Gently, barely brushing only. Slight contact. Very slight. Slowly I pull you up again, my hands firm on your belly, your breasts, under your arms. Kissing my way up. More tongue, back to the nape, the ear, turning your mouth to mine. Your tongue. Kissing and sucking it. Kissing it. Tonguing it. I come around you, back to the front, kissing my way across your body. Kissing your nipples. Tonguing them. Sucking them hard into my mouth, between my teeth, then letting them go. Blowing on them, then running my flattened tongue across the entire aureola. Feeling your hard nipple against my tongue. Playing with it with my teeth. Rolling my tongue around it. I put my hand on your cunt. The sheets are wet. You're wet. Easy. Your lips spread and I put a finger in, gently, one hand you the back of your neck, kissing you hard on the mouth now, and my finger gently pushing between the folds of your labia. My thumb finding your clit. Flicking it. My finger goes in and brushes against your g-spot. You moan, tilting your head back. I apply more pressure with my thumb and start kissing the taught skin under your chin. Tonguing it hard, applying as much pressure as you can stand. You're leaning back now, one hand on your breast, the other behind you, holding you up, barely. My finger finds your g-spot, and applies more pressure. My thumb applies more pressure to your clit, striving to touch each other, working together. I move down your throat to your other breast and kiss the nipple. You slide back on your arm, lying flat now. Your other hand comes up and holds the back of my head while your other hand plays with your nipple. I flatten my tongue against your nipple, loving the feel of its stiffness against my tongue. Flicking it hard. Poking your nipple with my tongue. Putting my hand firmly on your breast, pushing your DD's down while sucking hard on your whole aureola. Gently closing my teeth on your nipple and sucking it in. Pulling your nipple between my teeth and letting it out and doing it again. In, out. In, out. My thumb now flicking back and forth on your clit, working my finger in and out, pushing on the g-spot each time. Now flicking the g-spot with the tip of my finger, now rubbing it. Then in and out. Randomly. I watch you, I pay attention. You spread your legs further apart. I start kissing you down your belly. I stop at your bellybutton, tonguing, but only for a minute. I lay along side you, feeling your body against mine, my ribs against your ribs. Pushing my body against yours. I kiss your clit. I flick it with my tongue. You're very wet. Pungent. I love the smell of your sex. I remove my thumb and replace it with my tongue. I run my hands up and down your legs. I push your thighs wider. Run my hands on your inner thighs. Stretching your legs. Now up the outside of your legs to your round ass. Now I roll over on my back and pull you with me to sixty-nine. Your sopping wet pussy in my face, dripping with wetness. Your bush would be soaked through, if you didn't shave it smooth. You take my cock in your warm, wet, delicious mouth. You lick up and down the shaft, lingering on the veins. Your hands run up and down my legs, pushing my legs further apart. You suck hard, your tongue ring pressing against me hard. Then you suck my balls between your teeth. I feel a finger playing with my ass hole. I pull my knees up and lift my ass off the bed. I feel wet on me and know you spit on me. I like that for some reason. Then your finger barely penetrates me. I lick from clit to just before your anus. Then I flick gently at your labia, then tongue it open, jamming my tongue in your twat. Letting my lips wrap around your pussy lips. Jamming my tongue as deep in your pussy as I can. In and out. In and out. My chin rubbing on your clit. I suck hard on your labia. Kiss your clit, then tongue it. The suck it. Then move back to your lips and tongue your pussy. More! In and out. In, out. In, flick, out. My hands on your ass, pulling your cheeks apart. Slapping your ass, as hard as you let me. My white hands stark against your skin. You suck my sack in, hard. Your teeth scraping against the flesh. Your finger pushing deeper in me. I spread my legs further, trying to make it easier. I feel wet again. Then your finger goes deeper and I moan. I can't concentrate on your pussy, but you don't care. You suck my cock again, then my balls. In, out. In, out. Flicking back and forth on the surface, then pushing in again. And again, until I can't take it. Pushing your finger deeper, inside me now. The pink of your pussy is stark in the light. Beautiful. I finger your pussy again, sucking on your clit while fingering your g-spot. I bite, sucking your clit between my teeth. Hard now, as you finger my ass deeper and deeper, sucking on my cock and balls hard. Both of us moaning now, grinding. I feel your cum running down my chin. I lick it off you as you cream on my face. I jam my cock deeper in your mouth. You come again. I jam harder. I feel your teeth on my base. Your finger is all the way in me now. I jam harder, everything, my cock and finger, sucking harder on your clit, biting it, chewing it, pulling it. My hands squeezing your ass hard and pulling your cheeks apart. I blow on your asshole, tongue it, then blow. Then suck hard on your clit. Suddenly, you pull your finger out of me. There's a popping sound as you let me cock out of your mouth. You get off me. Keep your eyes shut. I say okay. A few minutes go by. I hear you in your bag. I want to peek, but don't. I wait. After another minute I feel you get back on the bed. You tell me to be still and I feel something soft pressing against my ass, but it's not your finger. It's bigger. I know it's your pink double-dong. I've wanted this for so long, now the moment is here and I don't know if I can take it. I feel you put oil on me. Gently you push it further in me. I can feel it going deeper than I expected. It hurts at first, then it feels really good. There's a pause. I hope you're doing what i think you're doing. And you do. I can feel pressure on it as you put it in your own ass. I can hardly take it. Then your hands grab my calves and I know you're comfortable. It's in you. My cock is harder than it's ever been before. I can feel the veins pulsing as you gently place your sweet, dripping wet pussy on it. Sliding on top of me, I feel the dong push in and pull out with your cadence. I can't take any more and blow my wad deep in you. You stay right there, I'll be hard again in a minute. You rub your clit against me, your bare skin against my pubic hair, and my cock getting increasingly harder. You rock back and forth, the dong going in and out of us. Moaning. Pushing deeper now. You straighten up, tightening your stomach, leaning back, stretching your pussy against my now rock hard cock. My hands go up to your DD's and squeeze your nipples, hard, against the cool air. The dong going in. Now out. Then in. Now out. In, out. You stretch your wet pussy across my cock. Cool air hits my moist shaft and I push deeper in you. In one move, you and I roll over. You like to be on your back. Your iridescent skin shining in the black lights, a lite bead of perspiration on your upper lip. I lick it off. Then I kiss you hard, tonguing deep. Pushing my pulsing cock as deep in your juicy pussy as it will go. I pull your legs up and put your feet on my shoulder, lifting your ass off the bed and pushing deeper. You tell me to pound you hard. You want to feel me as deep in you as I can get, and rub the head of my cock against your g-spot. We're built just right. In, out, as fast as I can, hard. Pounding your cunt, my balls slapping against you. The dong in and out of us in rhythm. Then slow, then hard again. I position you so my crown rubs your g-spot and repeat as often as you can stand it. You come again, hard. I can tell you're on the edge of a great orgasm. I slam in and out of you, pausing to rub my cock against your g-spot time and again, varying the pressure, the depth , and strength. Now pounding, I put my thumb on your clit, rubbing it hard. The dong now completely comfortable. Feeling good. You reach up and grab my nipple and pull it hard. You know my nipples are sensitive. The harder I pull yours the harder you pull mine—both of us pulling now so hard the other can barely take it—but we don't stop; pulling harder, letting go, then doing it again. I can feel the pressure building. I can see in your face you're close. You bite your bottom lip. You tilt your head back as far as it will go. You can't concentrate. You let go of me and grab the sheets, arms wide, pulling them towards you. My cock sliding in and out, slow, in a perfect rhythm, rubbing your g-spot, then backing almost all the way out, only to ease it back in again. Then I slam in to you. Then I pull almost all the way out and ease in, pushing against the top of your cunt, rubbing the crown of my cock against your g-spot. Our bellies together now, our nipples against one another, sensitive; aching for more. I pull out and rub my cock against your clit. Hard. HARD. The dong barely noticeable as foreign. Just feels good. Your legs spread wide now, knees pushed as far apart as possible. I slam my cock back in you. You scream my name. Your head banging against the wall now with each thrust. Your eyes shut so tight they hurt. Biting your lip, calling out my name. I push deeper in you, pushing your knees apart, and jamming my cock deeper in you, pulsing hard now, and blast my wad deep in your wet, delicious, waiting cunt. I can feel you squeezing each drop out of me and I'm pulsing hard. I can feel my veins against the skin, against the wall of your juicy pussy. I kiss you hard, jamming my tongue in your mouth. You jam yours in mine. Tonguing each other hard, I pull out. I can feel the dong slipping from my ass now. I lay on my side, my back to you. You reach down and pull the dong out of us. I don't know who was first to sigh. You can't move. Neither can I. We both lay still, pushing our backs against each other. I can feel the wet spot we made on my hip. After a few minutes, you roll over. I'm not done with you, you say, rolling me on my back. You take my still pulsing cock in your warm mouth and start licking our juices off. You lick up and down my cock and balls. I reach out for you, but you move out of the way. No way, you say, now you get to suffer the way I did. Pulling my balls into your mouth, between your teeth, your hand working on my still stiff dick. You tongue me hard, then move down to my asshole. You blow. Then my balls are back in your mouth. I reach out for you again, but again you pull away. Now you push me down. Suddenly your warm mouth is on my nipple. You take it between your teeth and suck on it hard. Then gentle. Then hard. Your hand working on my cock and balls. You lick my nipple. You kiss me, wet and warm. Then attack my ear, jamming your tongue in me, then sucking hard on my ear lobe. Your hand still working my cock, pulsing now, perhaps bigger than before. You go back to my nipple. Then the other one. Back and forth. You bite and pull on it. You suck it between your teeth, then tongue it. You bite and suck hard. Harder. HARDER. I know I'll be bruised later. I like it,though. You switch from one to the other. Then I'm glad you're short, because you swing your legs over and sit on me again, pushing my cock into your sopping wet pussy. Is it sloppy seconds if I was the first? Or is this thirds? Again, I feel bigger inside you than I ever have before. Either I'm bigger or you're tighter, either way, you feel fucking fantastic, and I tell you so. You close your eyes as my cock rubs your g-spot. Then you start going up and down. First slow, then getting faster, harder, faster, harder, faster, faster, harder, harder faster faster faster faster harder, then deep. Pause for my crown to rub your g-spot. Faster harder faster harder faster harder. Pause. Rub. Slow. Fluid. Now I can't concentrate. You reach out and take a nipple between your finger tips and tweak it, pulling on it hard, harder, harder. Your eyes are shut tight. I push up, hard, feeling my cock against your wall. I reach down with my thumb and frig your clit. You moan. Loud. I frig some more, pushing up hard. You fall towards me just as you come. But I know you're not there yet. Not yet. Wait for it. Let it happen this time. What are you afraid of? Don't stop. I can't take it. You start to pull off. I let you. You lay down on your side. I stand up and reach out to you. I pull you towards me. You cooperate. I bend you over and pull your ass to me. I finger your twat, then jam my cock in you, hard. I hold it there a minute. I pull your ass cheeks apart and start pounding the shit out of your pussy. I can't see your face, and you can't see mine. You moan loud, calling my name. I feel your pussy quiver. My cock fills you up. You push back against me. I slap your ass, grab it hard, pull your cheeks apart then slap them together. Slap, squeeze. In, out. Harder, faster, harder faster harder in out harder harder faster. I can feel you going over the edge. It's happened before. I recognize it. You tighten all of a sudden and grab my dick with your pussy and shiver, quiver, and moan loudly, saying my name softly into the wad of sheets under your face. You moan loud, pushing against me, squirming. You shiver again. Uncontrollably, you finally squirt your load on me. I knew you had it in you. You quiver again, sigh hard and start pulling away. I pull out. You're about to lay flat when I grab your hips, and for the first time, place the head of my cock at your asshole. You rise back up, hesitantly, but willing. I pull your hips towards me and push my throbbing cock into your tight asshole, the wetness of our juices making giving me access. You push against me. In, out. In, out. Again and again. I reach around your waist with both arms and pull me further into you. And start pounding. You relax, your tight ass giving way and loosening up. In, out. In, out. Harder. Faster. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Time stands still. Your tight ass now looser, but tight. Damn Tight. I tell you I'm gonna explode. You tell me to pull out. I do, and you quickly turn around in front of me jerk me off on your beautiful black tits, my white jizz spreading across your breasts, and dripping down your nipples. You smile up at me and rub my cum on your skin. You rub your tits against my body, licking up and down my torso, licking my jizz off both of us. You like the way it tastes and make sure you get it all. I can barely stand, but I manage to stay put until you're done. Then you pop up on your knees, kiss me, grab my cock and pull on it. Time for a shower. You giggle, jump off the bed and head to the bathroom, pulling me along by my cock. But that's another story... Fantasy or Nightmare? I'm fucked. How I got to this point is not exactly a mystery. I've made several really bad decisions over the past two months and I have no earthly idea how I'm going to get out of this. First, a little background. My name is Mark Mackenzie and I'm an Associate Professor in the Humanities at a reasonably well-known midwestern university. I'm 42 years old, divorced, with two teen-aged children. My ex-wife and I get along just fine, all things considered. You would call me reasonably handsome—tall, dark hair, green eyes, and I work out enough to stay toned, albeit not exactly buffed. I've taught at this university since I finished graduate school 12 years ago and when my next book comes out sometime next year I'll probably become a full professor without much difficulty. My office, where I'm sitting right now as I write this, is windowless and three of the four walls are crammed with books, books, and more books. The desk and chairs are remnants of some government surplus auction in the 1980s, the carpet industrial. Office luxury is not a good reason to become a professor. Neither is the salary. But then, no one in this department went into academia for the money. My students rate me as one of the most popular teachers in the College of Arts and Sciences. They like my demanding nature, my passion for my subject, and the respect I show them as adults. In recent years I've developed a following among our MA students and my graduate seminars are consistently over-enrolled. In short, except for the divorce, which went as well as such things can go; I've got nothing to complain about. Until now. It all started last January when Alix enrolled in my graduate seminar on gender and sexuality in contemporary American literature. She is unusual among our MA students in that she is a recent college graduate and only 23 years old. Most of our graduate students are working adults credentialing themselves for their jobs. Alix plans a career like mine—or so she tells me. Like me Alix is tall—at least 5'10"—but you would not call her beautiful. She's not unattractive to be sure, but just not beautiful. Her face is a little too long, her teeth a little too crooked, her skin shows a few scars from teenage acne, and her hair, highlighted blonde, hangs limply down to her shoulders in a non-descript cut. Broad shoulders and long legs compliment her height, giving her the look my ex-wife used to call "large boned," but it is none of these things that I noticed about Alix when I met her the first time. What I noticed is her breasts. You see, I'm a small breast man. Every man I know except me drools over the big boobs, staring down darkened cleavages, longing to bury themselves in the most massive breasts they can find. Not me. Ever since I first fell in love with the female body I've been drawn to women with very small breasts. I love the way they feel, the way there are almost all nipple, the way I can hold the entire thing in one hand. What can I say? I just love small breasts. Because Alix is tall and broad shouldered, the smallness of her breasts makes them almost invisible. Or, at least they would be almost invisible if she were not so clearly proud of her body. One of the great developments in our society over the past five or six years is the way that young women have learned to be proud of their bodies—thin, curvy, large and small—and Alix is one of those young women. She dresses more stylishly than most women her age, often wearing blouses that look expensive and that are open just as far as would be tasteful in a professional environment. Sometimes just the hint of a camisole or bra is present, floating at the edge of her blouse. She's a bit high fashion for this sleepy midwestern town, something I couldn't help but notice the first time I saw her. While I try hard to maintain a professional distance from my students, as a man who still has a very active sex drive, it was impossible for me not to steal a glance at her breasts once in a while. With Alix I had more opportunity than with most of our students because she is also our departmental receptionist—her student job—so we are around one another daily. In my seminar Alix was one of those students all teachers live for—animated, well-prepared for class, opinionated, but not just for the sake of having an opinion. From Week One in the semester she helped carry the discussion, making my life as the instructor much easier. As the weeks wore on, it became clear that one of the reasons for her animation in class was that Alix had strong feelings about the discrimination gays, lesbians, and bisexuals suffer in American society—especially bisexuals. When one of the other students called her out on this, demanding to know why bisexuals had it worse than gays or lesbians, she laughed and pointed out that people who are bi- are discriminated against by everyone—straight, gay and lesbian. This exchange led the class into a discussion of whether people really are bisexual or if they are just gays or lesbians who refuse to admit to themselves their true sexual identity. Alix and one other student became almost strident in the defense of their position. Eventually, tempers began to rise, so I gently nudged the class discussion back to the literary aspects of our topic. Late that night Alix wrote me a long despairing email apologizing for getting so worked up in class and lamenting the conservative views of the students who opposed her. When I read the message the following morning I wrote her right back to let her know that I approved of passion in the classroom and that there was nothing wrong with defending one's position, so long as it was a defense based on fact and not on prejudice. I hoped she understood that I meant that hers was a defense based on fact and that the other student was the one with the prejudices. I never criticize one student to another, but this particular email was pretty transparent. When I saw her in the office later in the week she thanked me for my understanding and promised to behave better in the future. We both laughed about it and that was that. ***** By the halfway point of every semester, I typically feel comfortable enough with my graduate students to invite them out for a beer after the seminar is over. In any given week half a dozen or so will take me up on the offer and the group is usually a shifting constellation based upon who was fired up by that evening's discussion. Alix was a regular attendee, missing very few of these "further discussions." I have a strict two-beer limit in these situations, because even though I have tenure, it does not do to get drunk with one's students. I enjoy these sessions though, because it's over beer that we can let our hair down a bit and discuss things that are not always appropriate in the classroom environment. Alix and several others in the class often used the pub as a place to go more deeply into their opinions about sexuality and more than once I found myself a bit uncomfortable with the frankness with which they discussed sex in front of me. I'm no puritan and love to talk about sex as much as the next man, but the younger generation—God I feel old even writing that phrase—is just a lot more open about sex than we ever were at that age. When the semester was over, Alix asked if she could stop in to talk about the next semester. Sitting there in my office chair, she looked so intense and so attractive, that when she asked if we could continue our work together in an independent tutorial I readily agreed. That won me a bright smile and a thank you and I promised to send her a more in depth reading list over the holiday break. ***** January blew in cold as it always does here on the Great Plains. I especially hate the way it gets dark so early in the afternoon. One of my only consolations was that every other week I got to spend a very enjoyable two hours arguing with Alix about what she'd read for that tutorial session. In the one-on-one of the tutorial she proved to be an even more brilliant student. It became clear right away that despite her animation in class, she still held back a bit in front of other students. Only in my office did she put her full intelligence on display. I really looked forward to those tutorials and hoped she did as well. After a particularly blistering debate about pornography in early April, Alix surprised me with a question. "Dr. McKenzie, would you like to continue this at the pub the way we did last semester?" I must have blushed, because there was no way I could have stood up at that moment, since our discussion of porn had caused a slight bulging in my pants, thankfully hidden by my desk. "Uh, well, I'd like to," I stammered, "but I'm sorry, I've already got plans for this evening." Alix looked so abashed that I felt I had to add something to my lie. "Not those kinds of plans, Alix," I rushed to assure her. "I just have a huge pile of grading to do before tomorrow and if I drink even one beer, I'm doomed." She brightened right up and said, "Oh, okay. Well then, how about next time? I'm asking because, well, I really miss the more relaxed discussions we had there. It's not that I don't love the work we're doing here, but, well, the pub seems like a better place to discuss some things than your office does." If I had been a wise man I would have cut it off right there. But, as you'll see when you read on, I'm not a wise man. "Sure," I agreed. "Next time it is then." Shit! I'd just made a date with a student. What was I thinking? For the next two weeks I swore to myself that I would have only one beer and that I would make sure the discussion stayed on safe ground, and that I'd go home alone. Alone! As usual, we met in my office and had another passionate discussion of the issues. Each time I had these debates with Alix I was reminded of how uninteresting so many of my students were. If only two or three a semester could be as interested in my field as she was, I'd be a happy man. When we'd worked our way through that evening's syllabus, it was time to go. "Let me just gather up some papers, check my email real quick, and then I'll meet you there, okay?" I asked. "Sure," she said. "I'll get us a good table." I didn't really need to do any of those things. I just didn't want to walk across campus with her to the pub. I knew what was happening, but felt powerless somehow to stop it. My stall was nothing more than a pathetic attempt to prove to myself that I was still in charge of the situation. When I stepped into O'Leary's, she waved from a back booth, two Pilsner Urquells waiting. "I went ahead and ordered, Dr. McKenzie," she said. "I remember this is the beer you really like." "Thanks Alix," I replied. "A perfect choice." We clinked bottles together, smiled and each took long pulls on our beers. If this didn't feel like a date, nothing would. Run! Run! My brain was telling me to bolt! Stay! Stay! The rest of me sounded much calmer. It was too late to run, so I stayed. "I'm so glad you agreed to come," Alix said, her voice a bit lower than usual, almost but not quite a purr. "Me too," I agreed. Not for the first time I noticed how beautiful her lips were. They were full and a deep red without needing lipstick. Kissable. "What I really wanted to talk to you about was something that came up last semester," she said, her voice hard now. "You remember when I got into a fight with that conservative bitch about bisexuality?" I was a bit taken aback by the anger Alix still had over this. After all, it had been more than six months ago now. "Sure, I remember," I replied. "Well, what I wanted to ask you is kind of a personal question," her voice dropped a bit lower, so I had to lean forward a bit to hear over the ambient noise surrounding us. Before I could say anything, she plowed ahead. "You see, you seemed really in tune with my defense of bisexuals and, well, that seemed really unusual for someone of your generation." I was about to say something about "your generation" when she put up her hand to stop me. "I don't mean you're old Dr. McKenzie, I just mean that bisexuality has only been even marginally socially acceptable in the past few years, so I wondered how someone who came of age sexually more than 20 years ago could have such an enlightened view." "Thanks," I said, "for thinking of me as enlightened. But I'm still not sure I like the 'your generation' crack." "No offense Dr. McKenzie," she laughed, "but you are 20 years older than me, no?" "Sad, but true," I had to admit. "So anyway, what I wanted to ask you was, well," and at this she stared down at the table for just a few heartbeats, clearly gathering her forces, then looking up to face me, her eyes glittering, pupils dilated, "are you bisexual?" "Uh," was my well-considered response! I felt trapped because I had a sense that if I lied about my sexual past she would see it on my face. But if I told the truth I'd be admitting something to her that I'd never admitted even to my ex-wife. Alix saved me from my indecision. "I knew it," she exulted. "But," I protested, "I didn't say anything one way or the other." "You didn't need to, Mark," she said, shifting to a first name basis for the first time. "I can see it in your eyes." "Guilty as charged," I admitted, a surprising sense of relief washing over me as I came clean with a 23 year old student about a secret I'd held inside me for more than 20 years. "Tell me about it," she prompted. "It's ok. I won't tell anyone." "Well," I took another long pull on my beer, emptying the bottle, "it was a long time ago—college actually. I had a fling with a roommate that lasted just a few months. That was really the only time." "You've never been with a man since," she asked? "No, never," I said, truthfully. "Why not?" she pressed. The waitress appeared unbidden with two more beers, and despite my promise to myself, I grabbed at the new bottle and took another large swallow. "I never really had the opportunity. I got married just about a year later and was intensely faithful to my wife. Then, after the divorce, I just never met a man I was interested in. Not a very exciting story, but a true one nonetheless." "Thank you for telling me Mark," she said, her voice soft and full of sympathy. "You never told your wife, did you?" "I've never told anyone Alix," I replied, "until now." "I'm honored," she said. The look in her eyes told me she really meant that. As good as it felt to get that off my chest, I suddenly didn't want to talk about it any more. So I turned the conversation to her. "What about you," I asked. "As long as we're coming clean..." She laughed lightly, "You see, that's the difference between your generation and mine. I don't have to 'come clean' about the fact that I have sex with both women and men. It's just a natural part of my sexuality." To hide my embarrassment at seeming so out of touch, I took another drink of my beer. I was actually starting to feel a bit buzzed, but didn't give a damn. "Actually, my first sexual partner was a woman," she said, filling up the space created by my silence. "I was 14, she was 16. She taught me what an orgasm was and how one could be shared. She also taught me how to deal with boys and how to get what I wanted from them." I realized that I was enthralled by her, that I hoped she wouldn't stop talking, and that if I was silent, she would probably tell me all about her sex life. She was just open that way. "Throughout high school I refused to go steady with guys because I was too happy with the two girlfriends I had. Sure, I'd let them fuck me once in a while because it turned out I like penises too, but it was women who really made me the happiest." The more she talked like this, the more things were starting to stir in my crotch. "It wasn't until I got to college that I found a guy who could make me as happy as my girlfriends had," she went on. "He was an excellent lover and if things had worked out differently, we'd probably still be together. But, he went to grad school on the coast and I'm here." "I'm sorry," I said, because it seemed like the right thing to say at that moment. She waved me off with one hand, laughing again. I liked the way she laughed at the travails of life. "Don't be. I miss him sometimes, but I don't lack for fun," she said, looking up at me through her eyelashes. I felt a stronger twinge in my crotch. This was clearly going somewhere. I wasn't sure if it was where I wanted to go, but I wasn't going to stop her until I knew. "Glad to hear it," I said, trying to sound like a good sport. "What about you Mark," she asked, "anyone special in your life at the moment?" "To be perfectly honest," I admitted, "I'm depressingly single these days." "Poor baby," she smirked. For a minute or two, we sat in uncomfortable silence. We seemed road blocked by the fact that she had a great sex life and I had no sex life at the moment. Finally, unable to stand the silence, I tried to put a brave face on it, "Don't worry about me, something will come along soon." Alix lifted her head to face me directly and said, "How about right now?" I opened my mouth to object, but she put her hand up to stop me. "Don't say no until you hear me out. I find you immensely attractive and I've wanted to fuck you for months now. I know you find me attractive, because I've seen the way you look at me when you think I'm not looking. I especially appreciate the way you seem to love my tits. Not many guys like small tits, you know." I opened my mouth again to object, to say that it would be wrong, but again she put up her hand, "I'm not talking about a relationship here Mark. I'm talking about being fuck-buddies." I must have looked puzzled, so she explained, "it's what people my age call a pal they just like to fuck...someone who we would never establish a permanent relationship with, but who we love to fuck." Finally, it was my turn to talk, "Alix, I'll admit that I do find you very attractive and that the thought of making love to you is very, very appealing, but I just can't. You're my student and I'm a professor. It would be sexual harassment." "Fuck that," she spit out. "What grade did I make in your class last semester? An 'A'. What grade am I making right now? An 'A'. I'm one of the best students you've had in a long time—Oh, I'm not bragging, I just know the other grad students here—and it's only sexual harassment if you don't give me the grade I deserve because we fuck each other. Plus, if I don't complain, then there's no harassment, and this is all my idea, so how could I complain?" "Uh," I was tongue-tied. Jesus! I wanted this woman so badly right now that her arguments made sense to me. If my cock hadn't gotten so hard, I might have been able to think straighter. But, instead, I did something I never should have done. "Okay," I said. "I'll agree you have a good argument there. So where do we go from here." A smile lit up her face. "To my apartment of course!" She waved energetically at the waitress for the check and before another 10 minutes had passed, we are out the door and into the cool spring evening, headed for her apartment. The raging hard on in my pants was the only thing that was keeping me from bolting for the hills. That and the fact that she kept leaning over and whispering in my ear about the things we were going to do once we got naked. I knew she was making sure I didn't run, and I didn't give a shit. My brain had shut down and my crotch had taken control. What a dope! My whole body was tingling, every nerve cell fully engaged, by the time we reached her apartment complex and started up the stairs. I wasn't drunk on beer—I was drunk on excitement. As she walked up the steps in front of me, my face was just a few feet from her glorious ass. I wanted to take it in my hands at that moment and pull it to me, but that would have been a bit over the top. Fantasy or Nightmare? She fumbled for her keys for just a second or two, and then the door flew open and we were inside. No sooner had the door closed than she threw herself on me, wrapping her arms around me, grabbing my face and kissing me deeply. Our tongues lashed one another in that wonderful exploration that comes with a first kiss. She pressed herself hard against me, forcing me back into the door. I was especially aware of the hardness of her breasts against my chest and of the hardness of my cock as her pelvis ground into me. God I was on fire! My hands wandered all over her body, finding her breasts from the side, squeezing the cheeks of her ass and then using them to press her into me even harder. Our lips were locked together, tongues now fully in one another's mouths. Then she pushed off of me, hands planted on my chest, and said, "Now I'm going to show you what you've wanted all these months." Panting, I leaned against the door, eyes riveted on her chest. Slowly, tantalizingly, one button at a time, she opened her blouse, showing the space where the buttons had been, but not showing me her tits. Then, even slower, she parted the blouse, exposing first the tops of her areolas, then the nipples that were large for such small breasts, then the rest of the areolas, then the whole tit. I was in heaven. They were perfect, so I said so. "Alix, your tits are perfect, just perfect." "Thanks," she purred. "I love them too." Unable to restrain myself any longer, I lunged toward her, hands outstretched, catching one breast in each hand. I pulled her toward me as I did, leaning down, and began to nuzzle her left breast. The nipple was already taut and I sucked it forcefully into my mouth, twirling it around with my tongue. My other hand massaged her right breast gently, softly. This treatment elicited a moan from her that encouraged me to continue my assault on those tits I'd wanted for so long. Before long her hands were fumbling with my belt, trying to set me free. Unwilling to be deterred from her tits, I let her do what she wanted, but didn't offer any help. In short order, she had my belt undone, my pants unclasped and my zipper down, and my cock in her hand. God it felt so nice to have her stroking me as I suckled her! I was in heaven. But, to my distress, she pushed me away from her tits and dropped to her knees. As much as I wanted her to suck me, I would have preferred a few more minutes with her tits, but she was not to be deterred. She took my cock in her hand, squeezing it hard at the base and stretching the skin of the shaft very tight, and then began to lick the head, sending shivers both up my spine and down into my feet. "Nice cock Mark," she moaned between slurps. "Glad you like it," I gasped in response. She began popping the head in and out of her mouth, just the head, while she stroked rapidly up and down the shaft. Much more of this and I was going to blow right there by the front door, so I took her by the head, one hand on each ear, and pushed her head away. "Unless you want me to cum right now, you better stop that," I begged. "No, I don't want that, not yet," she whispered. Then, "come with me," she ordered, as she rose back to her feet. I had to kick my shoes off first so I could get loose from my pants, but then I was after her like a shot, trailing her bare back down the hallway toward the bedroom. "Take your shirt off and lie down Mark," she instructed. "I'll be right back." Shucking my shirt and then peeling off my socks, I lay down on her bed, taking my cock in my hand to feel just how hard it was at that moment. It had been almost six months since I'd had sex with anyone but my own hand and I was rock hard now, ready. Alix reappeared from the bathroom, completely naked. I gasped when I saw that she was shaved—I'd only seen a shaved pussy in porn films and magazines. When she reached the bed she put one foot up on the edge, giving me a good look. The outer lips of her pussy were swollen, poking downward and flaring out just a bit. "You like?" she asked. "My God Alix, you are incredible. Just incredible." "Mmm," was all she said in response. "Come here Alix," I begged. "I want to eat you." "Oh I will Mark, I will," she said. "But first I need to adjust your situation just a bit." Not sure what she meant, I moved toward the center of the bed, but she didn't climb right up as I expected her to. Instead she came to the head of the bed, took my right hand in both of hers, and pulled it toward the top of the bed. Not sure exactly what she was up to, I didn't resist. Then I felt a strap come around my wrist and cinch down. I turned to look at what was happening and saw that the strap was attached to the bed frame behind my head. "What?" I asked. "Shhhhh," she whispered, a finger to her lips. "I'm going to tie you to this bed and then fuck you like you've never been fucked before. If you want me, you have to do it my way." "Okay," I said, secretly thrilled by the danger of this. Once, long ago, my ex-wife had tied me to our bed and sucked me off. I'd loved it then, but she'd found it only mildly amusing, and so didn't volunteer again. But for many years I've had submission fantasies. This was just feeding my illicit desires. Into it now, I put my other hand up by the bed frame and Alix came around and strapped it down like the first one. Now I was caught and couldn't turn back, even if I had wanted to. I didn't want to. "Good boy," she purred, taking my right ankle in her hands and tying it down the same way. Once the left ankle was tied in like fashion, she stood back to survey her work. "Nice," she said. "Very nice." "Now will you let me eat you," I begged. "Oh yes, Mark," she replied. "You are a good boy and deserve a reward." With that she climbed onto the bed, straddled my face, and lowered herself down onto my mouth. What a delicious taste! Her juices were flowing freely and her pussy was like a small furnace. I lapped first at the outer lips, teasing them for a good long while before forcing my tongue into her, fucking her with it. I stayed away from her clit for as long as I could stand it, but finally couldn't resist and began to tap at it with the tip of my tongue. Tap. Tap. Tap. Each tap elicited a small twitch in her hips. Finally she growled at me, "suck my clit Mark. I need it now!" Eager to comply, I pushed my head upward into her pussy and she ground down into me. I took her clit between my lips and sucked it into my mouth as much as I could, stretching it, pulling it, and lashing it with my tongue. No more than two or three minutes into this rough treatment of her clit, she came—a strong, pulsing orgasm, that caused her to smash down onto my face, juices gushing over my chin, body bucking against me. Wow, was all I could think. Then she pulled away and my hope was that now I'd get to cum. Alix had other ideas. Instead of diving down onto my cock as I'd hoped, she left the room. Five minutes. Ten minutes. I had no way of knowing the time because there was no clock in view. I began to worry that she had gone out, when finally she returned to the bedroom, standing beside the bed, smiling down at me. "Poor dear, your cock has gone soft," she said. "Let me help with that." To my immense pleasure, she took me in her hand and began to stroke me. Given how turned on I had been just a few minutes before, my cock sprang right back to life, quickly returning to its bulging state. "That's better," she purred, and climbed up astride my waist, facing away from me, and lowering herself down onto my hardness. Being enveloped in her cunt was sheer bliss. The temperature inside her was easily 20 degrees hotter than the air. As her lips slid over the head of my cock, I felt as though I was being engulfed in a hot, soft, wet glove—a glove that caused small shocks to emanate from the rim of the head down the shaft and up my spinal cord. "Oh God Alix," I cried out, "that feels so fucking good." "Yes," she replied. "It does, doesn't it?" Then she began a slow, languid fucking of my cock, sliding herself with exquisite control from the base to the head and then back again. When she reached the top of her arc I could just feel the outer lips of her pussy kissing the rim of the head of my cock, before they began to slide back down the shaft and the head was again buried in the tight folds of her vagina. I could feel her fingers working hard on her clit as she did this and wished I could see what was happening. But I was too happy at that moment to suggest any change in what she was doing. If I lifted my head up off the bed I had that view one often gets in a porn flick of the cock sliding between a woman's ass cheeks and up into her. I was in heaven again. Before long, she began to moan and from the way she was tightening on me as I entered her, I could tell she was getting close again. Sure enough, she suddenly began to ram herself down onto me, slamming her ass cheeks against my pelvis as she fucked me very hard. Crying out, she came violently again, ceasing all movement (except her fingers), shuddering on my shaft, the inner walls of her vagina pulsing against me, sending delicious shivers down into my balls. God I was close. "Alix," I moaned, "please fuck me. I'm so close." To my distress, she climbed off of me and laughing, said, "Not yet Mark. Not yet." Then she left the room again, leaving me with a twitching cock and a powerful need to reach orgasm. Again she was gone a good ten minutes or so and again my cock was lying limply on my belly when she returned. "Boy, you sure do go soft when I'm gone," she said, laughing again. "Can't help it Alix," I replied. "It's you who keeps me hard, not the air in this room." "Well Mark, if you can make me cum again," she teased, "I just might let you cum this time." "I'll do whatever it takes Alix," I pleaded. "Anything?" she asked. "You name it Alix," I replied, meaning it. "Good boy," she said. This time she climbed up onto the bed and straddled my face again, but instead of lowering her pussy to my lips, it was her ass that slowly descended on my face. As the bright pink pucker of her asshole closed in on my mouth, I knew just what she wanted. Fortunately for me, I wanted that too. The minute her hole came into range, I began licking it with special delight. For many years I had wanted to engage in oral/anal play with my ex-wife but she had been repulsed by it. Something about my helplessness here in Alix's bed and my submission to her made licking her ass that much more appealing to me. I seemed to have some talent for it, because before long she was once again moaning. I could feel her fingers working hard in her pussy, but could not, of course, join in. Instead, I concentrated on teasing the outer edges of her asshole with my tongue and then attempting to insert the tip into her so I could get at those sensitive nerve endings just inside. The more I did this, the more her hole opened up to me, and before long I was able to probe well beyond the tight pucker. The more I probed, the more she moaned. The more she moaned, the harder my cock got, way down there out of reach. "Yes Mark, yes," she cried. "Suck my ass. Suck it." Her cries worked me to an even more feverish pitch and I tried my best to make her cum just from my tongue on her ass. I knew I couldn't, of course, but I wanted to prove myself to this incredibly sexy young woman. My reward came moments later when she suddenly sat down hard on my face, crushing my nose and all but covering my mouth, her hips bucking violently with her orgasm, her cries almost anguished as she came. As exciting as it was to have her cumming on top of me like this, I felt a greater sense of urgency to breathe and so began moving my head to signal my distress. "Sorry, sorry," she whispered, rolling off me. I gulped in large mouthfuls of air, glad to be able to breath freely again. "Incredible," I moaned, "Just incredible. I've wanted to do that for years. Thank you Alix." "You are my kind of lover Mark," she replied. "How so," I asked? "You follow directions well," she said. "Thank you Alix," I responded, trying to show just how willing I was. "Now it's time for your reward, I think," she said, her voice low now. I was so full of adrenaline at that moment that I might have cum just from listening to her talk. Fortunately for me, she did more than that. One minute she was crawling down the bed toward me cock and then the next minute I could feel something firm sliding up and down my shaft. My breath sucked in as I realized it was one of her nipples. "How do you like my tits now Mark?" she taunted me. "God, Alix," I moaned, "They feel so good. So good." Then her fingers closed around the base of my cock, stretching it straight up in the air. I could only see part of her body from the position I was in, so I craned my neck for a better view. I was treated by the sight of her body rising up off the bed, one leg straddling me, and then of my cock being buried in her cunt, her ass facing me. She was holding the base of my cock like it was a saddle horn as she rode me slowly and purposefully. The tightness of her grip was holding back my orgasm, but I had been so close so many times this was only a temporary measure. My hips began to buck upward and she hissed, "No! Don't move! Let me do this." "Okay," I moaned. "Just let me cum this time. I can't stand it any longer." A chant began down at her end of the bed..."fuck, fuck, fuck." It was barely audible at first, but then grew louder, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." As the pace of her strokes up and down my shaft increased, so did the volume, "FUCK. FUCK. FUCK." And suddenly her hand released me and she began slamming her ass down on my pelvis, fucking me with abandon. My orgasm exploded from somewhere down near my toes, rocketing up and out of my balls, through the head of my cock and into her cunt as it pounded up and down on me. I know I cried out but have no idea what sounds I made. I was beyond caring. She might have cum again, or might not. I was unaware of anything but the semen spurting from the head of my cock, the bolts of lightning that were running from my cock, up my spine, to my brain. Then it was over. She collapsed onto my chest, shivering for a minute in post-coital delight. My cock throbbed deep inside her and as it did, she clamped down on it with her inner muscles. Suddenly she rolled off me, my cock making a loud sound as it slurped out of her. I opened my eyes to look at her and was surprised to see a look on her face that was, well, exultant. I wasn't sure exactly what that meant. After staring at me that way for a minute or so, she bent down and unclasped my ankles. Then she released my hands. I immediately rotated my shoulders, which had begun to ache painfully now that I was aware of something other than my cock. Once I regained the power of speech, I opened my arms and beckoned her to me. I expected to cuddle for a while, maybe even sleep there. Instead, she stood there, hands on her beautiful hips, and shook her head. "No Mark," she said. "That was really wonderful, but remember, I said we could be fuck-buddies, not anything more. That means no snuggling." I was stunned. It was all so cut and dried for her. I had expected at least some warmth after that incredible lovemaking. But clearly this was not part of her agenda. Shrugging, I thought to myself, "Well, this must be how women feel when a man fucks them then bolts." "Okay Alix," I said, somewhat sadly. "That was really incredible, you know." "Yes," she replied. "It was. It exceeded both our expectations, I think. You can take a shower before you go if you like." "No thanks," I said, still feeling odd at being booted out so unceremoniously like this. Dressing quickly, I leaned over to kiss her goodbye. Instead of kissing me on the lips, she took my head in her hands and kissed me on the cheek. "Bye," she whispered. "You were great." "Thanks," I said. "So were you." Then I headed for the door and she let me out. All the way home I thought about what had just happened. On the one hand, I'd just had some of the greatest sex of my entire life. Alix was an animal in bed. But on the other hand, I'd just been tossed out like a used toy that didn't work any longer. Shaking my head, I decided to sleep on it and see whether I could figure it out in the morning. One thing I did know, however, was that Alix had managed to tap into my submission fantasies much more successfully than any lover ever had. The danger of it all intensified the experience more than I could have imagined. ***** The following week in the office Alix was completely professional and I did my best to be the same. Neither of us spoke to the other except to offer pleasantries that would be common between professor and student. I even avoided peeking at her tits. Monday of the next week, though, everything changed. I was at my desk grading papers when Alix slipped into my office without knocking. "Oh, hello," I greeted her. Wordlessly, she turned, closed my office door and locked it. Then she stepped quickly around my desk, pushing my chair back, sweeping my papers to the side and sitting on the desk in front of me. "Uh, Alix," I stammered, "I don't think this is the place to..." "Don't think," she said, her voice sharp. "Just look." Reaching for my keyboard, she opened my web browser, the typed in a URL that I didn't recognize. When the page loaded, it was like ice water had been poured down the back of my shirt. There I was, tied to the bed, cock in the air. Then another picture, her astride me, my face clearly visible as she fucked me. Then another, of me standing in her foyer, sucking her tits. "Jesus, Alix," I spat out. "How....?" "Webcams are a wonderful invention," she said, setting the keyboard down, a smirk on her face. "I recorded everything that happened and, as you may remember, a lot happened." "What do you...?" Before I could complete the question, she shucked off her flip-flops and began pulling down her hip hugging jeans. I was about to protest, when she said, "No Mark, no complaining. I've got those pics and no one but us needs to see them. That is, as long as you agree to my demands." "What demands?" I asked, scared shitless. "You have to give me an orgasm whenever I desire one," she said, laughing lightly as she spoke. "And I desire one now." With that, she stepped out of her jeans—she wasn't wearing panties—climbed up on my desk and spread her legs, showing me her swollen lips. "Now," she ordered. What could I do? I was trapped. A student had just taken control of my life. What it meant, I had no idea. All I knew was that I needed to get to work. Fantasy or Obsession Sitting in the steaming claw foot tub the scent of roses filled her senses as she poured a few drops of oil into the water. She lifted her dainty foot, curled crimson painted toes round the handle and slowed the steady stream to a trickle. Margot lay back resting the nape of her neck against the smooth ridge allowing her lustrous brown locks to hang down the back of the tub. She sighed contentedly a slight smile playing at the corners of her full lips. A familiar fantasy was replaying itself in her mind's eye. Although certain details were changed the main premise always remained the same. The man for instance, the man never changed and the pleasure he coaxed teased and finally tore from her remained consistent in every imagining. Margot was by no means a sex kitten, at least not when anyone was near. In fact, her painted toes and luxurious bathing rituals were the only sensuality she allowed herself to express. Margot was known as practical, sensible reliable good 'old Margot as she was known at work in the factory. Yes as you may expect she was the only employee at Safeco who had perfect attendance 3 years and counting. However she did not own a cat or a flannel nightgown, she refused to be a complete cliché. Some might surmise that a strict religious upbringing, a domineering mother or something of the ilk attributed to her quiet as a mouse nature. That would be an inaccurate assumption. The fact is she had a happy childhood and in fact a happy life she wasn't lonely she was secure. Her life was safe she knew what to expect and how to handle any situation that came up, she was safe in her spacious bottle. Margot was a somewhat successful completely independent nearly 30 woman. She was just, as she would soon realize, uncorked. Margot had always been attracted to vivacious outspoken and brazen characters particularly in her soap operas. She secretly always rooted for the evil seductress. She was able to live vicariously through the affairs, trials and tribulations she liked the freedom that was gained from throwing caution to the wind but she also saw the inevitable pitfalls. The possible windfalls were rarely worth the risk, at least on daytime TV. She herself never chose to take the leap. A leap required a fiery passion in something or someone. Not to say that Margot was passionless just to say that her passion was tempered by her prudence. On certain occasions she did become starry eyed and wistful at the thought of what might be if she... but she was always quick to dismiss entertaining silly notions. That is until she met the man. Since she allowed herself the first complete fantasy about him they became incessant. Although Margot attempted to curb her imagination she found as time wore on she really didn't want the fantasies to stop. After all it wasn't hurting anyone. Indeed her fantasies had made her solo water sports much more intense, which in turn relieved the everyday stress and improved her overall outlook on life. Margot's solo water sports had been an occasional addition to her bathing ritual. Of late it became the primary factor in the ritual aside from basic hygiene. Margot's bath water steeped in essential oils and her mind reeling through images and clips of the man in various acts was plenty enough to set the mood for sexual release and as had become habit she used her toes to lift the plug from the drain set it on the soap dish and allowed gravity to pull her down as the water drained out. She toyed with trickle positioning her foot under the spout the water ran down her leg. She rubbed smooth fair legs together enjoying the silkiness. Wiped her face with the natural sponge rubbing along her collar bone and between her small firm breasts. Margot let the sponge fall onto her abdomen traced her fingertips across her rosy nipples, as she imagined the man's face. She pictured the man's big strong hands, as she rubbed her own neck. With a quick jerk she sat up and adjusted the handles to form a steady a touch too warm stream. Slowly laying back she curls her legs into her and scoots down the bottom of the tub hanging legs off the side she positions her moist box under the strong flow and let a quiet moan escape her. Arching her back to achieve maximum contact she says her head in the slowly filling tub. Margot's hair floats around her face her eyes roll back she uses her hand to gently pull apart her swollen lips. Either she can lift her rear up off the drain or aid the process providing the current ample access to her clitoris, tonight she was in the mood for a quickie. She was enjoying herself immensely as the random twitches and uncontrollable pelvic jerks proved. When she came it was accompanied by an image of the man's big strong hands holding her hips as she was on her hands and knees. Feeling refreshed yet sleepy she languidly stepped out of the tub wrapped herself in the worn terry cloth robe. Walking into her small bedroom she left the light off let the robe fall to the floor slipped under the sheets and drifted peacefully to a dreamy sleep. Her dream was set in a therapists office she was lying on a chaise in a negligee Margot asked the therapist a rhetorical question. "Why does He move me so?" the doctor asked her when she became infatuated with the man. "Not until recently, just a few weeks ago did I even recognize my attraction to him. It came on suddenly the way these things often do". I had just gotten off work I ran to rite aid to pick up a few things before heading home. I was in the ladies aisle picking out a few essentials. I was toward the end of the aisle and right around the corner two employees were having a conversation while they stocked the coolers. These two young men were talking about what else?-girls, I tuned in vaguely interested. So, they were talking about what they look for in chicks the first one says tits and eyes in that order they laugh then the second one says he looks at their throats. I had a stifle a hiccough at that, I pretended to clear my throat. Luckily they took no notice, which is fairly usual I am a real wall flower dream Margot absently swung one leg off the couch as she spoke. Throat man says the other man ok I'll bite why throats? The throat man says because- the way to tell if a chick is experienced giving head is to look for a muscle that sticks out of her throat just a small line of a muscle but it tells allot about a girl. It shows she performs often for her man. Right why do I want to be with a chick that makes me do all the work. Yup you got it bro throat man says as they walk away. Naturally I walked over to the nearest sunglasses tier to look in the mirror. The tier was at the end of the aisle next to the coolers. Sadly my own throat lacks tone I have been out of practice for awhile. What I didn't know was throat man's friend had come back. As I was preening for some sort of throat muscle I saw him in the reflection of the mirror. I went rigid and grabbed the first pair of glasses I could find. Was I wrong or was he smirking? Did he know had he seen me? I couldn't muster the courage to turn around until he walked away. I took off the ridiculous cop glasses picked up my basket and headed to the front. There was only one cashier, the "smirker". As I was contemplating just leaving without my purchases he asked if I was ready, I nodded and numbly walked to the counter. He smiled politely and asked if I found everything OK I said yes. There was no hint of a smirk he was just being nice. I then sensed that he was genuinely nice." She left that day and came back the very next. Now that He was on her radar her curiosity piqued and she took notice of Him whenever she happened to be in the store. Her trips increased dramatically. Margot quietly kept her eye on Him for weeks unbeknownst to anyone. Until one fateful morning that is. She didn't know if it was a subconscious desire to be bolder with her feelings. Whatever the case rather than averting her eyes when theirs met (as was her custom) She held his gaze intently. Then she saw a look of curiosity in His and she realized he had read her. He had seen the heat in her eyes. Margot was embarrassed, she felt foolish. But more than anything she was excited. The proverbial cat was poking its head out of the bag. After that day she got a particular thrill anytime their paths crossed and eyes met. She was always the one to break contact. They never said more than a few words to each other. Words would have failed her regardless. Whenever Margot was near Him she became flushed not in the face. He became her secret thrill. She found herself listening intently when they spoke about trivial things. There were times when she would see him and it seemed like He truly saw her. She began to think that there was some interest even if it was detached. Margot drove by Him one day and He must have felt her gaze. He turned and looked at her till she drove on. She would sometimes walk by Him casting glances at only to see Him looking back. Margot felt the need to restrain herself around Him her feelings were becoming so strong. Her innocent fantasy was turning into something closer to obsession. Anytime Margot spoke she was listening but studying the entire encounter for later recollection. The man said "How are you today?" Margot's reaction was to say fine and you but what she was really doing was seeing how supple his lips were, she wondered how they would feel. The Man kissed her neck parting to allow his tongue to trace along her jugular. He clamped his teeth firmly on her soft delicate flesh pulling and sucking. A smile crosses her face at an inappropriate point in the meaningless conversation. Margot wakes from her daydream long enough to wipe the strange expression from her face, before again slipping into the fantasy. She drinks him in. The man hands her the change from a twenty she can't recall giving him. "Here is you change" he says. Margot registered how warm and soft his hands were. She flashed to the Man cupping those big strong hands on her they simply stare for a moment. Margot thinks He must know what she's feeling or else he thinks she mad or is she simply holding up the line? She believes her leers are understood but perhaps not. Is He just being courteous to his customers? She went in and he was with a customer, a fit petite blond she looks away assuming that he will be checking out her plunging neckline ready to be viewed freely as she is distracted on the phone. She sizes the woman up resting her eyes on the woman's backend. Margot could tell the woman was proud of her rear considering how tight her pants were. Margot looked up to see that his eyes aren't glued to the woman's tits instead they were glued to her. Margot flushed up North and down South. The man saw her checking this woman out. She stares at him in disbelief He is smirking! Margot slowly walks to the counter as if underwater, she can't meet his eyes as she hands him money to make her purchases the man takes her hand, their fingers connect at the tips. Margot feels something akin to a very low voltage electric shock. She feels tingly all over. Margot breaks contact flushed, Ah. She smiles meeting his heated gaze with her own. She begins reveling in the memory of His touch before she even leaves the store. Reeling as she left the store. Margot fumbled trying to insert her keys in the door. She had never expected that the man might actually be interested in her. Now it seemed the game had changed. This conclusion set loose an avalanche of concerns. Margot's worries ranged from how to behave at their next meeting, to how she would perform if they were to one day to explore each other's bodies. Her biggest concern of all was that she had misread his signals. The whole drive back to her apartment and through her frugal dinner prep she chided herself for being silly. Of course she had just imagined that the man was interested. By the time she had finished eating or rather pushing morsels back and forth on her plate. She was convinced that she had allowed herself to get caught up in another one of her fantasies. No matter she though. Margot still felt tingly when she recalled the events as she at first believed them to be. She chose not relieve her aching loins instead she lay on the couch thinking of him. Margot had a sudden surge. She jumped off the couch and headed into the sparsely furnished bedroom. Her urge was to take a long appraising look at herself. She ransacked her closet in search of some phantom sexy clothes. The closest she could find was a pleated navy skirt and a silk ivory blouse. She supposed if she were to hike the skirt up 6-8 inches and add a pair of knee highs the outfit might be considered sexy in certain fetish circles. Margot very little in the way of her own style yet she knew this wasn't included in it. She sighed wearily. Stripping off the disregarded clothes, she opted for a plain white men's dress shirt, which was way back in the closet. This shirt had belonged to a long ago ex. She held onto it all these years not for fond memories but simply because she liked seeing a man's clothes in her closet. It reminded her that she had not nor need always be unattached. Her ex was an accountant at Safeco. They were good for each other for a time. Each filled a space in the others life. Their relationship made the company Christmas party and picnics that year more tolerable. The relationship ended when he received a promotion that entailed an 1100 mile transfer. They were both very reasonable people. There was never a question of whether he would accept the offer or not. He did ask Margot if she would consider going with him. But as she explained, it wasn't very practical leaving her job, apartment, life etc... They parted with a warm no tears but a certain longing. As per usual, they insisted they would remain friends. The last she heard through the Safeco grapevine he had met and quickly married a stripper named Trixie. They had a little boy together. Trixie is still dancing and he is still accounting. They say the two are very happy. Margot was genuinely happy for them. Margot rolled up the cuffs and pulled the shirt tail down it did not quite cover her cotton clad cheeks. She had just a couple inches of butt cleavage on display for no one. Margot headed into her small utilitarian bathroom. Clean and bright white is how it would be aptly described. She stared at her reflection inspecting herself closely. She had clear blue eyes a generous sprinkling of freckles across her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. Her face was unlined with the exception of a couple of tiny crinkles at the corner of her eyes... Her lips were thin but shapely. Her long brown black hair soft and wavy, that is, when it wasn't pulled back in a tight French braid. There was nothing neither atrocious nor exquisite about her. Her beauty was unassuming but her features were nevertheless attractive. She wore no makeup save for a dab of shimmering pink lipstick, just for a feminine accent. Her breasts were small but firm. She could still go braless is she ever dared. Her belly had a soft pooch but was relatively flat and smooth. Her ass Margot thought was a highlight. She turned on tip toes to take a looking the high mirror. She could only make out the upper half, including the dimples just above the band of her white bikini briefs. She shook her head at her own momentary vanity. But was there something wrong with being pleased with genetic attributes. No, the answer was No. Maybe if she gave herself permission to be proud of herself she would feel freer. Freedom is what Margot decided she needed. On occasion she could let loose like other women. Margot decided then that she would try to be less inhibited. The next time she saw the man she would show him a different side of herself. The following night, she decided to go back to Rite Aid. Margot wore her hair loose, dressed in the tightest slacks she owned, a black camisole; pulled low to highlight her slight cleavage and a white blouse unbuttoned. She hoped the man might notice there was more to her than she normally showed. She added a touch of lipstick and a small pair of gold earrings. She felt sexy as she parked her sedan. The clothes had nothing to do with it. They were her regular clothes worn a bit differently but still her own old clothes. Nor was it the earrings or makeup. Her hair was natural but something had changed. Margot decided the adage "sexy is a state of mind" was as accurate as it was simple. The man seeing her had given Margot a sense of self confidence she had never before experienced. She was grateful. Margot began to slip into a fantasy revolving around showing the man just how grateful she was. Margot pictured herself sashaying into the store finding him alone in an aisle, straightening the shelves. She walks up behind him. She takes a deep breath slowly exhaling her warm breath on the back of his neck. Saying in a sex hungry voice "excuse me, can you help me find the prophylactics?" Margot shook her head "prophylactics?!?!" No, that wouldn't do. She rewound her fantasy, saying instead; "can you help me find something?" The man turns he sees her smiles slowly. He looks her up and down pausing on her chest, on the way back up to her face. His voice is thick as he replies "anything at all." Margot smiles seductively. She draws a line across her chest as she says "do you carry lotion, warming lotion." His eyes heavy lidded follow her finger as it brushes the pale flesh just above the swell of her breasts. "Yes" he swallows thickly. "Follow me", he says, more a command than suggestion. Margot lets him lead. Her eyes trail down the line of his muscular back to the curving prelude of his ass. She watches the seam on the seat of pants curve side to side. His round behind fills the material nicely. Margot knows without looking that the pants fit snugly in front as well. Margot follows him to the rear wall. When he made a left entering the employee only area she inhaled sharply as her heart raced. She lost sight of him in the hall as he made another left. He stood still simply staring as she rounded the corner into the side warehouse. Surrounded by pallets of merchandise they were completely alone. She walked directly up to him. She paused in front of him then closed the distance between their bodies. She left a hairsbreadth of air between them. She could feel his body heat radiating off his taut frame. She looked into his eyes feasting on the anticipation that she knew they both felt. The small amount of air between them was charged, it felt as if they just might set off some invisible flames and ignite upon impact. For a moment they just stood, warming themselves by the heat of their lust. The man closed the last sliver of space between them. He grabbed her by the arms, not an embrace more of a grab and pull. He was forceful as if her body had already been given to him. She felt him, all of him, pressed against pelvis. His was as she had suspected a large part of his anatomy. His penis pressed against her felt rigid, hard as stone, unyielding. After her mind processed his member she took stock of the rest of his body strong and hard. She looked into his eyes and smiled ruefully. His was more of a snarl; he made a low growl at the back of his throat. His grip on her loosened considerably. She used the opportunity to grapple at him. She felt his round firm buttocks, and then she ran her hands up his back. Her fingers seemed to be the pleasure center of her body at that moment. With every touch she had small ripples of pleasure flood through her. When she brought her hands to his chest she was able to feel his erect nipples through his rayon shirt. She spun a few small circles in the vicinity. Her hands roamed over his belly. She had to stop herself from wrenching his shirt from his pants. Her mouth watered as her hands toyed with the rim of his belt. Margot looked into his eyes. He leaned down slowly and kissed her neck, his five o clock shadow teased her nerve endings into frenzy. He bit her earlobe with a quick clamp, and then ran his cheek across hers. Their lips brushed Margot held her breath as he ever so gently kissed her lips. His lips were soft as melted chocolate. Margot felt his mouth widen a fraction of an inch. She did likewise. He exhaled his warm used breath over her lips into her mouth. Margot finally remembered how to breathe. She took a series of small inhalations and exhalations through her nose. She looked at him her head cocked at an angle. She melted all juices that were stored in her released soaking her black lace thong. Margot closed her legs a bit. She worried that her love juices might seep off her panties down her legs into the black thigh highs she had hidden under the tight little black skirt.