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Fire

By: LansaraStar



I've always loved a man in uniform. Firemen are the best, all hot, not afraid to get dirty. Plus, they play with big, powerful hoses. Mmmmm.

Anyway, I met Jack at the local fire station. I go there regularly to chat with the guys and drop off food. You know, anything to help my community. Well, Jack was new...a rookie. The veterans knew me and my thing for firemen, so they playfully warned him off. He didn't listen. 

I invited him over to my house for a real meal one night. I was planning on steak and asked him how he liked it. 

"Well done. Everything in my life is either on fire or burnt. I like my food the same way."

Hmm, interesting. I wondered how hot things would get.

So Friday night, he comes over straight from the fire station. Yes, still in uniform...and does he fill out a uniform! Jack could be a calendar fireman. He has these big arms and shoulders, that just makes you want to play helpless and lean on him. He's tall, about 6'3" or so. I never realized how tight his ass was until he bent over to play with my kitten. God, my heart nearly stopped. Hmmm, mouth to mouth is looking better and better.

Jack has red hair that matches the fire engine. He keeps it short and it gives him almost a boyish look. He has no facial hair as per regulations. Jack definitely looks boyish, and he has a dimple on his left cheek when he smiles. I totally think he's planning mischief. God, I hope so.

He has fuck me eyes. A smokey gray that darken when he's passionate about something. His lashes are sinful for a male. A nose that seems a little small for his face. A strong jaw that I want to plant kisses on. Oh and lips! This man had full lips that look like they're gonna pout any second. Total little boy look if he wanted. 

Friday night, yea. Jack came over, still in uniform. First thing he does is ask if he can use my bathroom to change into something more comfortable. I pout for a second and then say "yea, sure."

I watch him disappear down the hall. Dinner is done so I'm setting it on the table when he's suddenly behind me. He spins me around and before I realize what he's doing, I'm over his shoulder. I've got this magnificent view of a gorgeous, bare ass. He's naked!

He's been moving while I've been ogling and then I'm being dropped on my bed. He lands on top of me a second later. I'm being kissed. His tongue does a duel with mine for a few minutes and then pulls out. He looks into my eyes for a second before he buries his face in my neck. 

I don't realize my clothes are gone until I feel his hand on my skin, hot. I gasp at the feeling. He chuckles and then moves down to my breasts. 

"Beautiful."

It's all he says before he buries his face in them, making me squirm as he licks and bites. He's rough, almost too rough. At one point he latches onto my breast suckling and it's too hard. He hurts. I try to push him away and instead my arms are captured. He uses one of his huge hands to hold my wrists above my head. He lifts his head enough to growl at me, "Don't deny me anything."

I stiffen, a touhc frightened, but then I can't think as he renews his relentless attack on my breasts. He shifts his weight and pulls my legs apart. He settles himself between them. His stomach is pressing against my pleasure. The weight of him is pushing, tantalizing my clit. Every breath he makes pulsates through me, driving me closer to the void. 

My breasts are ravaged, red from his ministrations and I'm sure a little bruised. My nipples ache from his hard suckling, but I want more. I whimper when he stops and he chuckles. His free hand comes to one and begins to twirl my nipple. I feel the pleasure/pain as he squeezes harder and harder. My head is thrashing as I realize I'm getting closer to my orgasm. He stops when I whimper and then I nearly scream on frustration.

"Oh God, please!"

"Please what, Little One?"

"Please, I need to cum. I want to cum."

"Beg me."

I shake my head. I would never beg. I pull at my hands, trying to free them. My frustration needs to be relieved. He chuckles again and holds them tighter.

"Beg me."

His hand is moving, down, down. His fingers slip between us and barely touch where I need it most. I whimper and try to press towards him. 

"Please."

He continues to stare at me, teasing, touching, but not fulfilling.

"Please, oh please, Jack. Please just let me cum. God, I need it. I want it. Please!"

I'm nearly screaming with frustration now. He's still holding my hands. His body slides down almost off mine. He settles between my legs. I loom down and see his mouth hovering over my shaved mound. His eyes are watching me so intently. 

"You need to explode?"

"Yes!"

"How? Would you like to cum on my mouth?"

He licks the outside of my lips quickly. His tongue is so hot, I cry out in shock,

"Or my hand?"

His finger slides in suddenly, then just as quickly pulls out. I watch as he sticks it in his mouth and sucks on it.

"Or my cock?"

He moves so fast! He was in me before I could even think. He slammed into me, pressing tightly against my back wall. I cried at the pleasure and the pain of such a quick intrusion. 

I looked up into his eyes once again. He was staring at me so intently. 

"I'm so close, please. Please."

I was close to crying. My orgasm was just out of reach, just hovering nearby. I could feel my muscles tightening, wanting to convulse, but not yet being allowed.

"I don't seem to fit all the way. We'll have to try to see about that."

I cried out again as he tried to push in farther. He pressed, pulled out and pressed back in. I shook my head.

"No! You're hurting, please!"

He didn't listen, just continued pushing. I was thrashing my head, trying to squirm out from under him. I realized how strong he was. My wrists were gonna be bruised tomorrow, but it barely registered as he continued his assault. 

I felt him push, harder and he wasn't pulling back at all. I cried out as he pushed, forcing himself into me all the way. I felt like I was being ripped apart. 

"Yes!"

I heard his cry of release just as he pushed through my cervix. I began to contract and convulse. He thrust again, grinding his hips against me. My clit was crushed between us. I began an orgasm of unparalleled intensity. 

My body wasn't mine anymore. It was his. He claimed it as no one else had, spilling his seed into my womb. When I finally stopped, I realized he had released my arms. I was wrapped in his arms, gathered as close to him as possible. My legs had found their way around his waist and were holding him tight inside me. Remarkably, I could still feel him inside me, way inside me. He was still hard.

"You're mine now you realize?"

I realized and accepted. I nodded my head yes.

"You're mine and I will decide when and how we do this. I will decide when you cum and how hard. Now for round two."

I was suddenly sure that this was the man I would spend the rest of my life with.

Fire



She watched as the orange arms breached her bedroom window. The reality of her situation hadn't registered in her numb mind and as a dark smoke plume gathered up and drifted into the night sky, she wondered if the wood of her bedframe smelled nice while it was consumed by the fire.

Actually, it wouldn't be just her bedframe. As she thought about it, she realized it would also be her mattress and her dresser and her phone charger and her dresses and silk blouses and the forty or so pairs of shoes she had stuffed in her closet.

It was her whole life burning down.

A small drip of reality built in the corner of her eye. She sniffled and tried to keep it back but it slid down her cheek. A moment later she wiped at it, the saltiness making it feel crusty on her skin.

She suddenly felt like she was being watched.

Her house was burning down so the whole neighborhood was outside pointing at her, but she felt an odd shiver down her spine as she felt an intent behind their gaze that called to her sixth sense.

She searched the crowd and made eye contact with a firefighter. He had just removed his head gear and she noticed his dark, damp hair and the sweat dripping down his face to the small cleft in his chin.

As he walked past, she stopped him, "Thank you for trying to save my house."

He paused, "This is your house?"

Kelly nodded and was suddenly aware she was standing in the middle of her street in her fuzzy robe and pink slippers.

"You should follow me. We'll get you a blanket and take your information for the report."

She swallowed. A report? Of course. She would need to file insurance paperwork and...

All her insurance documents had been in her house.

She nibbled on her bottom lip and she barely noticed as a second tear slid down her cheek.

Amber, dressed for a night out in a tight black dress and pink pumps, giggled and deposited a second round of lemonade and vodka on their table. The first round had loosened them up enough that Kelly could feel the stress draining from her body. Ever since the fire, she had felt like a tightly wound ball of rubber bands but now the alcohol made her feel as if someone had pulled the ball apart, freeing the tension.

The second drink was to get the night started.

Halfway through their drinks, a waitress brought over two more. The two women looked at each other, confused.

Amber said, "Um, we didn't order these."

The waitress smiled and bobbed her head, her shiny brown hair swishing in her ponytail. "I know. The gentleman over at the bar bought this round for you."

The ladies looked over as a tall man in tight blue jeans gave a brief wave and offered a soft smile.

Kelly and Amber waved back and Kelly said, "He looks really familiar."

Amber giggled. "Does he? That's good because he also looks really delicious."

The man walked over and smiled at Kelly. "Hi."

"Um, hi."

The table sat in awkward silence for a moment.

The man cleared his throat then said, "I guess it was a pretty crazy night so you might not remember me, but I'm Mike. I was the firefighter that brought you over to give a report that night."

"Oh? ... Oh! I do remember you! I ..." Kelly cleared her throat and a flush crept into her cheeks, "I am so sorry about that night. I was such a mess. I can't believe you even recognized me now that I'm not sobbing my eyes out."

He laughed then said, "You kept saying you had no more clothes so I imagined you going to work in those pink fuzzy slippers for a while." He slid into a seat next to her and pointed down at her shoes under the table. "I'm glad you found some regular shoes even though these are at least as sexy as the fuzzy slippers."

Kelly glanced down at her black heels as Amber leaned over the table, purposefully pushing her cleavage together, and clarified, "So, you are a firefighter?"

His attention was off in the distance as a group behind them got up to leave. Mike smiled at the ladies and excused himself.

Amber scooted her stool closer to Kelly and scoffed while adjusting her breasts, "He didn't even notice these babies. What is wrong with him?"

Kelly shrugged, "Maybe he wasn't here to flirt with us. Maybe he was just genuinely interested in seeing that I was okay after the fire."

Amber rolled her eyes and mocked what he said earlier, " '...these are at least as sexy as the fuzzy slippers.' Kelly, honey, he practically winked when he said that! He so wants you. And I think that after all the crazy you've been through during the past few weeks, you should totally hit that."

Amber finished her drink and made annoying sounds with her straw. Mike returned to his seat next to Kelly and Amber shot over a pointed look. She suddenly jumped up from the table and announced, "I'm all out of my drink. Kelly, I'm going to go grab another, do you want another?"

Kelly shook her head. She had only just started her free drink.

Mike's leg rested against hers under the table as he asked her how she was doing after the fire.

Amber returned to the table, distracted. She waited while Mike finished his comment to Kelly.

"So you've been staying with your parents? That's awful, Kelly, I'm so sorry. Doesn't your insurance pay for a temporary hotel stay?"

Amber slammed her drink down on the table and checked her phone. She glanced at Kelly while Kelly's phone buzzed.

Kelly held up her finger to Mike while she furrowed her brows and pulled up a text:

Get all over your sexy firefighter! I'm heading out.

Amber reached to give her friend a small hug and said, "Bye, Babe! I'll catch up with you later!"

She winked at Mike and walked out of the bar with a rugged Adonis.

Mike mockingly held his hand up to his chest and asked, "She is leaving you here alone with me?"

Kelly nodded and said, "I guess so. I actually feel weird staying here now without her. Do you want to head somewhere else?"

Mike sat with his hand on his chin then offered, "I suppose the fire station is empty right now. I could give you a tour and let you sit in one of the fire trucks."

Kelly wasn't sure. Mike had come up with that offer pretty fast and she wondered how many other women he had convinced to go to the fire station with him. Mike seemed nice and she was undeniably attracted to him, but she wasn't sure she wanted to do anything as risky as wandering a fire station with him late at night. Should she go?

They had toured the kitchen and the main area. Now he was being true to his word and she was climbing up into the driver's seat of a bright red fire truck. He stood next to her on the metal step and pointed things out to her.

"This is how you would turn it on," he reached over her, his hand almost brushing against her breast, "and this switch..."

They heard voices and his eyes widened. "Aw, shit. Can I ask you to crawl in the back so no one sees us? If they see you, I'll get endless amounts of teasing and they'll assume you're my girlfriend."

Kelly scrambled out of the seat and into the back, accidentally showing off her black thong under her dress, while Mike hopped in after her and closed the door. He crouched next to her, his arm brushing hers and his face only a few inches away while he peered out the window.

She whispered into his ear, "They must not have been coming this way."

He turned his head back, his face barely centimeters away and Kelly caught herself gazing into his eyes as he whispered, "It sounds like it."

Forgetting what they had been talking about, she tilted her face closer to his and asked, "It sounds like what?"

He closed the small distance between them and covered her mouth with his. He slid his hand under her short dress and up to her hips. She opened her mouth and flicked her tongue out. The small sensation from her mouth buzzed down his body as his blood rushed to his groin.

He snapped the string waistband of her panties against her hips and pulled them down on that side of her waist. Gently pushing forward so she was backed into a seat, he moved his warm mouth over her chin and down her neck, softly sucking and pressing. He moved his mouth down her shoulder, sliding her dress straps down her arm and following them with his mouth. When he got to her wrist, he sucked and gently blew on the sensitive skin.

Slowly on the inside of her thigh, he traced soft figure eights up, down, and back up the other leg while he pulled her dress top down and flicked his tongue over an exposed nipple. She moaned and clenched his upper arm while pushing her chest up and closer to him.

He moved his hand from her thigh up to her waist and pulled down the other side of her panties. He flicked over her nipple once more then pulled on her knees, indicating she should slide down in the seat.

Mike got down on his elbows and pulled her panties all the way down to hang off one of her ankles. He slipped one hand under her leg and grasped her waist while settling between her legs. He pressed his lips up the inside of her thigh then turned his head to inhale the scent of her. She smelled musky and he detected a hint of sweet that teased his nostrils and had him ready to plow into her.

But first, he used his free hand to gather her skin and push her lips together, rubbing them between his fingers. He flicked his tongue back and forth at the top over her exposed clit. In response, she moaned and pushed her hips forward on the seat, "Oh my god, do that again."

She pressed her thighs around his head as he flicked his tongue over her a few more times before letting go of her skin and settling his mouth over her. She arched her back up and her hands were gripping the seat behind her. He continued with his tongue and slid one finger in, then two. Pushing down against her with his fingers, his mind greedily registered her deep breaths and moans. He glanced up at her to see her hand around one of her breasts and her eyes squeezed shut in passion.

She squirmed against him as his pressure from his fingers fucked her and his tongue teased her clit mercilessly, quickly building her up to an intense orgasm. Her legs shook and her hips pressed up into his face as her orgasm spread and warmed her body, bringing a light flush to her cheeks.

Mike was rock hard and ready to plow the fuck out of her. He didn't notice his coworkers as they entered the garage.

Anthony opened the truck door, calling back to Jack, "I swear Jack, it sounds like someone got in here. Probably a couple of teens..."

Anthony's draw dropped as Mike's guilty face popped from around the driver's seat. His friend was at a loss for words as he attempted to explain why he was in the back of the truck. "Uh, hey Anthony. I um... I was just..."

Anthony cut him off, "Mike, do you have someone back there with you? I hear breathing."

Kelly was still aroused and the third drink from the bar had almost worn off but still had her giggly. In a bold tone, she said, "Mike, I can still see your dick poking against your jeans. Isn't that uncomfortable? We should all take our pants off."

Mike glared back at her but Anthony was trying to peek around the driver's seat into the back as he echoed, "We should all take our pants off?"

Jack, who was standing right behind Anthony, scrunched his brows and asked, "Why are we taking our pants off?"

Mike glared at Kelly, who shrugged and rubbed at his crotch over his jeans with a naughty smile. Quietly, so only he could hear, she said, "I really want to keep playing with this."

Something about the night made Kelly feel a little reckless. Sure, she'd had sex in bed, on couches, on floors, but never in a fire truck. Now that she was here, Kelly was curious to see just how far this night would go.

Mike was not yet on board with Kelly's care-free attitude. His sarcastic tone was meant to show how uncomfortable he was with the situation as he said, "What, should we let them watch?"

Kelly bit her lip, giggled, and nodded. "Sure."

Anthony climbed into the driver's seat and greeted Kelly, "Well if you aren't the prettiest thing I've ever seen in a fire truck."

Kelly was reaching to unzip Mike's pants but he blocked her hand. "Kelly, do you know what you're doing?"

He pushed Anthony out of the truck and grabbed Kelly's hand. "Come on, Kelly. I'm sorry this is how the night ended."

Kelly's face fell as she adjusted her dress.

Anthony smiled at her, "The prettiest thing I've seen in this fire station."

Jack pointed at Mike, "Holy crap, Michael, next time the hose isn't long enough I'll just call you!"

Between his teeth, Mike cut out a response, "Jack... don't look at my dick. Don't ever talk about it again."

Anthony shook his head and offered Kelly his hand. "I'm sorry Mike has turned into a real dick tonight. Why don't you follow me and I'll show you where you can freshen up before heading out."

Kelly followed Anthony back into main area. Once they were out of earshot from Mike and Jack, she admitted, "I was ready to get pretty kinky tonight, y'know? Like, I've had a ton of stress since my house burned down but the more time I've spent with Mike tonight, the more I was looking forward to just not giving a fuck anymore. For just tonight. If he had been like, 'Let's do it in the ass!' I would have gone 'Let's do it!' I had convinced myself that tonight was a good night to go a little crazy with a stranger. Now... I have to go back to a house that isn't mine and think about all the other extra stress in my life."

Anthony placed his fingers under her chin and gently lifted her face up. He opened his mouth to say something but wasn't really sure what to say.

Kelly spoke instead, "Mike was my ride here."

Anthony smiled at her, "What, you want a ride home in the fire truck?"

Kelly muttered, "I wanted a good ride in the fire truck."

Anthony laughed at her comment. "You really are a naughty girl tonight!"

Kelly's face fell again. This time, Anthony lifted her chin and kissed her just as Mike and Jack walked back into the room.

Mike stopped in the doorway, fuming, but Jack walked all the way in and watched. Shrugging, he stood behind Kelly and pulled the bottom of her dress up to her waist, then ran his palms over the smooth skin of her ass cheeks. He brought his hand back and sprung forward for a good smack. She wiggled and jumped in surprise, giggling.

"Oh, that was sexy! Do that again."

She clutched Anthony's shoulders and spread her legs, arching her ass out. Jack gave another smack then grabbed an ass cheek. Anthony pulled her strapless dress down on top and fondled her breasts while Jack pulled her panties back down. He reached from behind and moved his fingers forward to tease her clit.

Kelly moaned and spread her legs for Jack while Anthony lowered his head to her breasts, sucking one round nipple into his mouth.

Mike watched as Anthony moved from one breast to the other, pressing his cheek against it then pulling it into his mouth. Kelly's hands were in his hair and her face was flushed with passion.

Jack pulled Kelly by the hand to the ottoman and motioned for her to kneel on it.

Anthony unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his dick out while Kelly knelt on all fours with Jack behind her. Jack pulled his cock out and ran the tip up and down Kelly's pussy.

Kelly was too wrapped up in the moment to notice Mike walk further into the room. She pushed back on her knees into Jack, his teasing had her wet and she could feel his tip softly travel up and down her pussy, making her restless. She had only ever been with one man at a time. The current attention she was getting from two men was overwhelming. She was stuck on a fence between wanting to let them both fuck her senseless and wanting to reach out and feel Anthony's smooth dick in her hand. Kelly felt every inch of her was getting attention and no matter which way she looked, she had a male ready to take over her body.

Jack's hard cock slowly pushed in and Kelly took a moment to enjoy the sensation of his dick gliding against her. She gasped and pushed back against him while his hands settled on her hips. But Anthony didn't give her too long before he scooted closer to her and brushed her hair away from her face while pressing hid velvet tip against her lips.

Kelly's groans of excitement were stifled in her throat as she slid her mouth over Anthony's cock. She found herself moving in time with Jack's dick fucking her in and out. As she slipped her mouth over Anthony, she found it difficult to concentrate on any one thought. Usually, her mind was abuzz with information, but the overload of the moment forced her to let go of her normal way of thinking. All thoughts disappeared and her mind blanked as she gave over to her senses and physical world.

Everything beyond a couple inches of her faded as her mind focused on the hard cock pushing into her and the firm dick in her mouth as her lips slid up and down the smooth shaft. Anthony's hands were in her hair, keeping it out of her face and every now and then he made a small groan.

None of them noticed as Mike left the room and returned with a bottle of lube he had stashed in his room. He didn't want to admit it at first, but the sight of Kelly's beautiful body getting fucked and handled had him rock hard. It was better than watching porn because it was happening three feet away from him. The room quickly filled up with the scent of sex and Mike, now more than ever, wanted to touch her and reassure himself that this was actually happening.

Mike tossed Jack the bottle of lube as Jack gestured for Kelly to switch positions. Mike lay on the ottoman face-up and slid his hands up Kelly's arms as she settled back on the ottoman, over him. He watched Kelly's face as his long cock slid up into her. She smiled at him and shifted her hips up and down at her waist, riding him.

Jack, behind her, rubbed lube over his dick and pressed his tip against Kelly. Surprised, Kelly turned to look behind her as Mike encouraged her to hold herself up on her knees. Jack held her ass cheeks apart and Kelly held still while Jack lubed his finger and slowly pressed in. While Mike thrust inside her, the added pressure from Jack aroused and excited Kelly to a level she didn't know she could feel. He wiggled his finger and Kelly gasped, resting her head forward on Mike, the ecstasy of the additional sensation overexerting her.

Jack removed his finger and Kelly immediately felt the loss. Again, Jack pressed his tip against her and Mike stopped moving while Jack slowly squeezed in.

Having tossed all thought to the wind, Kelly could only scrunch her brows together at how tight everything felt. Two dicks felt marvelous. In her ass, Kelly felt like something was pushing her farther than anything she had ever felt in her pussy. Jack filled her but once Mike resumed thrusting, the stimulation was pure ecstasy. Kelly had never in her life, even with her toys, felt the level of pleasure that two dicks were giving her in this moment.

Anthony crouched with a knee on the ottoman and when her face turned to the side, he stifled her loud moans with his cock. Deep in her throat, she still moaned, but she opened her mouth while Anthony again fucked her face.

Kelly was full of three dicks, in her ass, in her pussy, and in her mouth. She couldn't keep her eyes open and felt completely taken over as she gave over her body to the fucking of her lifetime.

Slowly, she felt an orgasm build in her stomach. Her orgasm spread through her body while three merciless dicks pumped against her and pushed her body to shiver and release her from her tense state of ultimate arousal. Exhausted after her orgasm, Kelly could barely keep her arms and legs up while three cocks continued to fuck her body.

Mike was the first to feel an orgasm coming on. He pulled out of Kelly and slipped his fist around his cock while Jack and Anthony picked up on his cue. Jack guided Kelly to a spot on the floor where she knelt and turned her face up to them.




Fire



Kelly opened her lips and Mike slipped his tip into her mouth. Her wet mouth caressed his sensitive tip while his cum squirted into her mouth. Her hand pumped over Anthony and he was next, his load landing on her cheek and dripping down her chin. Jack was last and his cum squirted onto the other side of her face. Kelly opened her eyes and giggled while cum dripped down her face and onto her chest.



Fire



I enter the stairwell from the 10th floor and you from the 8th... we meet on the 9th..."Hello honey, how have are you today?"

"You're looking mighty nice."

"How have you been?"

"I've been okay, just missing my lady."

We get closer to each other on the steps; I take your hand, look deep into your eyes and lean forward to kiss your lips. But instead of kissing you, I graze my lips against your neck. I pull you gently in my arms and sink to my knees. I look up at you. "Let me hold you, baby, I've missed you so." You fall into my arms and I place you between my legs, we sit on the floor and I hold you close to me, taking in your smell, the sweet aroma of you. I caress your neck, take the scrunchie from your hair and run my fingers through it. You turn your body around to face me and smile. "I love your smile; it brightens my day." You kiss me, your lips on my lips... so soft. I can feel the river starting to flow between my legs. Your hand caresses my face as I pull you closer to me. We become one, our bodies mold to the shape of the other's. Your right hand slides under my blouse and shivers run down my spine. I pull away from you.

"Baby, don't start what you can't finish." You look at me with passion filled eyes and say, "Oh I can finish it all right!" You grab my hair and kiss me feverishly. It seems as if the room is hotter and the air is thicker. I try to get away but you pull me on top of you. "What if someone sees us, I ask."

"I don't care," you reply with your lips against my neck. You lick and bite at it as I position our bodies into a more comfortable state. My hands move along your sides, making their way under your skirt. I caress the silkiness of your thighs and the stockings that I wish you didn't have on right now. I touch your mound, the heat and wetness excites me it radiates from you. I press my fingers against your button and you gasp. I start rubbing you, needing to feel you, not the stockings. A bead of sweat from my forehead falls on your exposed cleavage and I smile as I proceed to touch the spot with my tongue. "Ummh," you say. The scent of your valley takes over my senses.

I continue rubbing your love and licking your breasts. Your hands hold onto my head trying to push it towards your love. No baby not yet. I raise my head to look into your eyes and I see the hurt. "Why not?" you ask. "No one will see." That's not guaranteed my Triste. I start to rebutton your shirt and you grab my hair and pull me towards your face and kiss my lips forcefully. Biting my bottom lip as your tongue creeps into my mouth. You pull me down on top of you and wrap your legs around my waist. Our kissing intensifies as your hips grind to an unheard beat. I break away from your kiss, "Triste you're driving me crazy. The coldness of the concrete doesn't bother me. As your teeth sink into my neck I notice a bright flash on the wall. 

"Triste," before I could finish my sentence the siren sounded. "Oh my gosh!" We jump to our feet. We straighten ourselves and head for the door of the 9th floor. Our coworkers enter the stairwell, running down the stairs to exit the building. You immediately take charge. "No running, please stay calm, walk briskly and exit the building upon arrival to the 1st floor." We reach the floor and you continue to direct our comrades downstairs. I walk around making sure everyone is out or heading out of the building. Once I circle back I hear you calling my name. I run toward you, are you okay baby? "Yes, bay," you reply while walking towards the restroom, "but I have to check the restroom before I leave."

"You should have left, bay," you say as you push open the door to the men's room. "I wasn't going to leave you, fire proctor." We quickly check all of the stalls and head for the ladies room.

Though I realized the seriousness of the situation, seeing and hearing you take charge intensified my want and need for you. After checking all of the stalls, I stand by the sink counter and watch you walk towards the door. Before you open it, you turn to look at me. I give you the look of love and want. You release the handle and walk towards me. "There's a fire in the building Ms. Lowe," you say. I take your hand and place it between my legs and place my other hand between your legs and say, I'm aware and it's about time we put it out. Your hands drop to your side when I kiss you and push you against the basin. My hands quickly find their way under your skirt as I slide your stockings and g-sting down your legs. As my hands near your ankles, I drop to my knees and lick your calves as I slide your feet out of your shoes and your lingerie over your feet. 

Before I return to that lovely face and soft lips I lift you and place you on the edge of the counter. My fingers slip inside of you as my tongue traces the contours of your lips. A half sigh, half moan escapes your lips when I begin to rub your button with my thumb. The feeling of your smooth, wet walls and muscles clenching my fingers cause me to bite your neck and I plunge deeper. Our hips move in unison and I feel the beginning of your explosion. Your pulse and loud moans edge me on. I notice you've managed to undo your shirt and pull up your bra. I suck and nibble at your nipples. I feel your legs wrap around my waist and your body arch upwards. I grab your legs, place my tongue on your button and begin to spell my name. I massage your thighs as I near the S and you grab my head and thrust yourself against me. "Oh my gosh!" I plunge my fingers deep inside of you and make the last 'A' when you scream my name, "K!" I feel your overflow streaming down my face. I start humming your name and your body buckles.

I feel you go limp and I cease my pleasing in time enough to catch you as you fall forward. I kiss your face and rock you in my arms. "My baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do so much," I said. "It's okay bay" you whisper and we kiss. Your touch, though weak, becomes strong as you caress my body. Slowly your heartbeat returns to its normal rate and the contractions begin to slow down. As you begin to open your eyes after the last shockwave goes through your body, your hands begin to caress my breasts, which you have decided to liberate from my blouse and bra. Your tongue glides between my valley and I sigh as I my eyes close. You slide off the counter and swoop up your lingerie and you say "I just want to please you as much as you've pleased me... c'mere" You back up down the bathroom corridor to the last stall and I follow you in a trance. "I know that the fire marshal will be coming on the floor soon to make sure everyone has evacuated the building, but I can't resist you." You take my hand and lead me into the extra large handicap stall. You sit down on the toilet seat and pull me close... "I can smell your essence," your overwhelming desire to taste me has to be succumbed. 

Quickly you unfasten my slacks and they fall to the floor; revealing my naked body... "You never wear underwear." You just shake your head and smile. Teasingly, you begin to lick my button but then you push me away. "I want you to sit on my lap and wrap your legs around me" Just as my legs wrap around you... the sound of keys can be heard as someone nears the bathroom. You quickly raise your feet and grab my slacks off the floor, so that we could not be seen and the person leaves and proceeds down the hallway. We both release our breath that we had been holding. Then your focus returns to the task at hand... "I knew that this was just a drill so our co-workers will be returning in a matter of minutes but I've got to touch those silken walls and feel their power." You insert two fingers inside my sopping wet love your thumb circles my button as your fingers push deeper and deeper inside of me. My breathing becomes heavier as I move my hips to your rhythm. Your other hand is around my waist guiding my motions. "You are so sexy."

"I want you to spell my name for me..." real softly I begin "t" you bring your fingers out only to come back with three and I want to scream with passion but instead I bite down on your neck. The passion is so intense I didn't realize how hard I bit you until you pull back and I see the red teeth marks on your neck. "We've got to stop, baby... they'll be back soon."

You reply looking directly into my eyes "Well, give me what I want and I'll release you... you can bite me until you draw blood but you're gonna give me my orgasm!" And almost immediately after the word orgasm leaves your mouth my contractions begin... making my body quake. With my head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open with inaudible screams, and my back arched your fingers massage me until my sexual seizure has stopped. You pull me close to you and we embraced for a second or two... then the bell rings to notify that everything checked out okay and our co-workers may return to their desks. I unwrap my legs slowly still feeling weak from our passion and you help me dress. Once we've both straightened ourselves and are ready to emerge from the stall, our eyes connect and you ask me with an inquisitive look, "So, what are we having for lunch?"



Fire



I’m standing at the sink, rinsing a few dishes when I feel you hands on my hips, then you lips on my neck as pull me against you. I laugh softly and turn my head to give you a kiss. You have just come in from work and I didn’t realize the time, I tell you supper will be ready as soon as you’re finished with your shower. Before you go I turn in your arms and let my mouth tell you how much I really missed you today. I press my body into yours and let my arms go around you neck, my tongue sliding against yours. I break the kiss and tell you to hurry…. your clothes are already laid out. On your way to the bathroom you take the time to start a fire in the living room and the master bedroom.

When you step from the shower you find your favorite t-shirt and shorts laid out and the smell of homemade lasagna and garlic bread coming from the kitchen. You hurriedly dress and head towards the kitchen. We sit down and enjoy our meal, salad, garlic bread, lasagna, and homemade cheesecake. Half –way through dessert I ask you about your day and you begin to tell me about an incident, as you start talking I let my foot slide up your leg…I hear you mention something about a guy telling a joke as my foot slides under the leg of your shorts…You stop mid-sentence and smile at me, I smile back, licking the last bits of cheesecake from my bottom lip. I ask you if you would like to go to the living room and watch the video I rented. Still grinning you agree…I get up, take you hand and lead you to the living room, the fire you started earlier has the room nice and warm…I pull you down with me to the couch and grab the remote to the TV/VCR. I move toward the end of the couch and tell you to lay down, you lay your head in my lap and I begin to play with you hair as we watch the movie. The entire movie my hands run up and down your arms, your shoulders, massaging your neck. I watch as your body relaxed from my hands and the warmth of the fire. Your almost asleep when the credits begin to roll over the screen. I sit still and just look at your peaceful face as you sleep. I lean down and kiss your cheek, the wetness of my lips making your eyes flutter open. I smile and ask you if you would like to go to bed? With a speed I didn’t think capable of a sleeping man you get up and pull me off the couch, you flick off the TV and the kitchen lights as we head toward the bedroom. I’m pleasantly surprised to see a fire already roaring in our bedroom. 

You sit on the end of the bed and pull in between your legs; you head nuzzles and rubs over my stomach and breast as you press my body into you. I lean down and you look up, our lips meet you gently kiss me, slowly massaging my thighs and butt as you deepen the kiss. My mouth opens against you and our tongues meet. Your hands are now under my shirt, massaging my creamy white breast, rolling my hard pink nipples in between your fingers. You lift my shirt and as I raise my hands above my head you stand and take my breast into your hot mouth. I begin to moan as your lips suck me. I feel my cunt begin to tingle as you suck one breast then the other. My hands are moving over your back and shoulders, Your lips trail upward, over my chest, over my neck, to my ears, I close my eyes and lean my head back as I feel the heat and wetness of your tongue. You feel the trembles go through my body as you begin to suck the soft spot slightly below my ear, you wrap me in your arms closer and turn me around. You push my skirt to the floor and push me to the bed. 

You take your shirt off before laying down over me. You lay on your side next to me, slightly leaning over me, your lips start trailing over my skin again, your hand running down my body. I feel your hands splay over my stomach, going under my panties. My moans tell you how much I love what you are doing, I feel you hand just palm my mound. Your palm pressing into the top part of my cunt, putting pressure on my clit. You slowly work your palm in a circular motion, I begin to press upward against your hand. I beg you to finger me. Your mouth opens over mine as you slip your fingers into my wet cunt. You tongue slides in as your fingers find my clit and start to play. You begin to work your hand in and out, in and out, my body pressing upward against you. My body is totally on edge as you slide down the bed. You kiss my lower stomach and start further downward, my eyes fly open and I tell you I can’t take your lips on me tonight. You smile and continue, I feel your hands push open my thighs and your face nuzzles my cunt…I moan as your tongue slowly flicks over me. Your hands push back my cunt lips and your tongue slowly works over me. You feel my body tense beneath you, I’m moaning loudly now, begging you please…You look up at me and ask Please, what? I reply please lick me harder…You start flicking your tongue harder against me, my body pushes harder against you, I grab the sheets and moan loudly as my body orgasms against your mouth, your tongue flicks over me a few more times before you move back up my body. 

My now relaxed body wraps itself around you as you slide back up. My arms go around your neck and my legs around yours, I pull you close and your hands slide up behind my head as your mouth comes down on mine. I can feel the hardness of your cock in between my legs, the only thing preventing you from entering me is the thin material of your shorts. I roll you over to your back, and tell you we have to get rid of the shorts. I’m on my knees now…sliding your shorts off you. Your cock jumps to attention and I lean down and take the tip into my mouth. I suck gently at first, holding you tightly in my mouth. My hands are massaging your balls gentle, rolling them around in my palms. My tits are pressed against your legs as I start to slide my mouth up and down over your hard cock. Your telling me how much you love to feel and see my lips on your cock. I feel your cock begin to swell in my mouth. You tell me you want to feel my pussy around your cock. So I slide up…I spread my knees and slide that hard fat cock into my tight wet cunt.

Your eyes are barely open as I begin to ride you. You push your hips against me as my cunt begins to contract over your cock. You rest one hand on my hip and another massages my breast as I take you harder and deeper. I lean my head back and my long hair falls down over my butt and brushes over you upper thighs. I let my hand slip down my body to my cunt, my middle finger working my clit as I begin to ride you harder. I start to moan loudly, telling you how much I love the feel of your cock in me. You begin to thrust harder into me and I push back just as hard. I stork my clit faster as your cock grows in me. Your body starts to jerk and I grind hard into as you start to cum deep in my cunt. As you continue to thrust into me my body erupts into another orgasm and my juices flow over your cock. I hear you grunt and feel you pull me harder down on your cock as you pump the last of your cum into me. I lean over and let my lips go over your face and neck, slowly catching my breathe, your hands still on my ass and thighs. I squeeze your now soften cock in my cunt a few times before moving off you, onto the bed. You turn sideways and pull me close to you, my head buried beneath your chin and on leg thrown over you. I feel you pull the blanket tighter against us and your arm wraps back around me. You press a kiss on my forehead before we both doze off into a deep satisfying sleep. 



Fire



Amber paid the driver and watched with some apprehension as the taxi slowly rolled away. A light snow was falling and it quickly lost itself in the dark New York night. She looked again at the scrap of paper clutched in her hand and then at the dreary façade of number 204. There had been no mistake, as bad as it looked this was the place she was supposed to meet Tom.

They had been talking online for several months and he seemed to be just the kind of Dom she was looking for. He seemed tall, powerful and confident with a wicked imagination. His picture and conversation had left her dying for the real thing. There had been some vagrancy in his description, picture and actions but she had rationalized it away. She was really desperate for a man.

Kenneth, her last Dom had kicked her out of his apartment three months ago with no explanation or remorse. He had been the closest thing she had ever found to what she wanted. Only his egocentric tendencies and total lack of concern for her feelings had kept her from falling for him in a bigger way than she had. Just thinking of the way he had used her so callously made her shiver with anticipation.

She entered the grungy foyer and was stopped by a man in a black T-shirt and jeans. He was sitting on a bar stool in front of a shabby wooden podium and wearing a bored expression. He was tall but heavyset with a thick beard that was beginning to show some gray.

"Gotta see some I.D.," he said in a thick Bronx accent.

She showed him her license and he examined it closely, satisfied he returned it and took out a stamp.

"Ten," he grunted.

She gave him the money and he stamped her hand with the stamp. He didn't move from the stool so she walked through the glass door and into the club. It was typical of the small leather clubs in this part of the city. Narrow front but very deep with a bar on one wall and mirrors on the other. There was a small dance floor and a few chairs scattered about. In the back she saw a door marked private, she was pretty sure what went on back there.

The place was packed with men and women in typical garb. The men in leather vests, pants, shirts and boots, the women in boots and miniskirts with subs milling around nude or near nude. Amber took off her leather trench coat and hung it on the rack near the door. She wore a simple black dress with moderate heels.

She took a seat at the bar and ordered a shot of vodka. The fiery liquid calmed her nerves a bit. A hand touched her shoulder and she turned in expectation.

"Amber?" a somewhat tremulous voice inquired.

He was not as tall as he had claimed to be, no more than four inches taller than her five feet four inches. Unlike his picture he was over weight and balding. She might have been able to forgive those exaggerations, she was not all that caught up in looks, but he exuded none of the confidence or mastery that his online persona did. He seemed rather nervous and even a bit timid. She reacted quickly.

"Pardon me?"

"Are you Amber?" he asked, trying to sound stronger. It was pathetic, in her opinion.

"You must have mistaken me for someone else,"

The little confidence he had been able to muster melted. He mumbled an apology and quickly retreated. She shook her head and turned back to the bar.

"Give me a walk me down," she snarled at the bartender. Her disappointment was overwhelming. She realized this was going to be another wasted night. A feeling of hopelessness and frustration sank in and she fought back the tears that threatened to burst out. She silently vowed that she would rip the computer out of the wall when she got home.

She finished her drink and toyed with the idea of ordering another. She decided against it and was reaching into her purse to get some cash when she felt a presence next to her.

"The usual Solly, and get her another of whatever she's having," a strong, feminine voice commanded.

"You got it," the bartender responded, moving with more haste than Amber had seen him use all night.

Amber turned to see whom that powerful voice belonged to. She was tall, Amber could not be sure because she was sitting, but she guessed at least six feet tall, maybe more. Her skin was as black as night, blacker even then the leather halter and pants she wore. Her arms were heavily muscled and apparently powerful. She was exotically beautiful, in an Amazonian kind of way Amber decided.

The large woman had been watching Amber with an amused expression. Her brown eyes traveled up and down Amber's slight body with frank admiration. The appraising stare brought a blush to her cheeks for a reason she couldn't define. Her own eyes were glued to the woman as if held there by an unbreakable chain.

"Like what you see?" the black woman said in that voice that seemed to grab Amber and hold her.

The bartender brought their drinks and saved her from having to answer that question. She turned back to her drink and kept her eyes averted, but she kept catching herself sneaking peeks at the woman next to her.

"Come here often?" the woman asked conversationally.

"No, this is my first and probably last time,"

"Hmmmm, you don't say. Disappointed?"

"I was meeting someone, he. he didn't turn out to be what I expected," she finished, still not looking at her interrogator.

"A would-be Dom no doubt," the woman replied and then laughed softly to herself.

"Yes,"

"Dickless wonders," the woman replied with a touch of vehemence in her voice. Amber was surprised at how powerful that voice was.

"Like you have one," a short man in leathers countered. There was amusement in his voice.

"Sure do, bigger, longer and harder than yours and I can go all night," the black woman shot back.

He burst out laughing and gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. Amber saw he was a short man, thickly built with a wild shock of black hair that obscured his eyes. His upper body was packed with muscle and he exuded confidence.

"Good to see you again," he said to her.

"And you babe," she responded. Amber was torn between the two, unable to keep her eyes on or off of either but afraid to be caught staring again. She lowered her eyes and turned back to the bar.

"Any luck tonight?" the tall woman inquired.

"Nahh, same old worn out asses that are here every night. I am heading over to the Vault if you want to come along,"

"No thanks babe, I am still not welcome in there after the last time," she replied in a voice that dripped with sarcasm.

"Caio, then," he said and then kissed her cheek again before departing.

Amber had sipped her drink during the exchange. Neither of them had paid her the slightest attention. She fished in her purse and placed some money on the bar to cover her drinks. It was late and she wanted to get home while she could still catch a taxi without much trouble. This was not the place to be late at night, in the snow without a ride.

"Leaving?"

"Yes, thank you for the drink, but I had better be getting home,"

"Stay and have another drink," she said. It wasn't a suggestion nor was it a request it was a command. Amber started to say no thank you but her eyes were drawn to the big woman's piercing brown eyes and her protest died on her lips.

"Bring her another Solly," she said. The bartender had a fresh drink before her in a flash. Amber looked at the drink. She wasn't really a drinker and she was already buzzing quite nicely.

"Drink up babe," the woman said staring at her. Amber mechanically brought the drink to her lips and took a swallow.

"Good," she purred. She took her drink and killed it. The bartender replaced it without her even motioning to him.

"So tell me what you are looking for," she said. Her voice was lower now, more intimate, low enough that Amber had to lean closer to her to make out the words.

"I came here to meet a Dom. He wasn't what I thought he would be,"

"Not tough enough?"

"No, or big enough or confident enough," Amber replied bitterly as her frustration and disappointment came out. She was buzzing hard now and it allowed her to release everything she had inside. For a reason she felt she could talk to this woman.

"Poor baby. What are you looking for in a Dom?"

"Someone big and commanding, confident enough to give orders and mean them, but not cold. I want to mean something to him, not just take orders. I want a relationship. I am tired of being lonely and being used,"

"You won't find a Dom like that around here babydoll. This place is full of posers and wannabes,"

"Then why are you here?"

"At least you don't take me as a poser. I was supposed to meet someone too, but she backed out apparently. So we are in the same boat in a way," she replied and then smiled.

"I'm sorry,"

"No need to be, I had my suspicions about her from the start. What about you? What will you do now?"

"Go home I guess. I am never going to find a Dom who meets all my expectations," Amber replied taking another gulp of her drink.

"Indeed?" she asked, arching an eyebrow. She reached over and touched Amber's arm as she said this. Her fingers were strong and her touch sent a shiver through Amber's slight frame. The small woman's mouth dropped open and she tried to speak, but no words would come. The big woman's finger traced sensuously up her arm and then over shoulder and down to her breast.

"No, please. I'm not into women," Amber managed to get out. The probing fingers found her nipple and pinched it through the thin material of her dress eliciting a gasp. They were strong and demanding and as they rolled and manipulated her nipple she felt it become a hard button.

"Your mouth says no, but your body says yes," she breathed in a husky whisper.

Amber's hand went to her tormentor's, but she seemed incapable of exerting even the energy to try and remove it. It had been so long, and it felt so good. She was still buzzed but she knew this was serious. There was no question that the woman who was making her feel so good now was fully capable of dominating her. She had never found another woman attractive or considered a Domme before this.

"Please," Amber pleaded. The woman was now boldly massaging her breast in plain sight of the whole bar. Amber wanted to pull her hand away, but it was sending delicious shivers through her that were impossible to ignore. She seemed to know exactly how to make her feel the best and she could feel a tingling between her legs.

"I think I will take you home," she said easily. She was in control and Amber could tell she had never doubted she would be. Amber was falling under her spell and knew she had better do something quickly before it was too late.

"But," Amber started. The kind, amused face suddenly went hard and cold.

"No buts bitch. Get your coat and follow me," she barked as she delivered a stinging slap to Amber's cheek. The whole club went silent for a few seconds and then conversation resumed. Amber nodded dumbly and got stumbled to the coat rack. She took her coat as the woman stood and tossed some bills on the bar.

Standing she was even more impressive, her legs were long and well muscled, and her chest was deep, supporting large firm breasts. She had well-muscled shoulders and her arms were sleek and very beautiful but also well muscled. Amber could tell this woman knew what a gym was for. She shivered as she envisioned how much damage those arms and shoulders could do with a crop.

She walked out and Amber meekly followed her, knowing the whole club was watching. For some reason just knowing that people were watching and making assumptions sent a thrill through her. She had never been one for public displays and none of her Doms had ever wished to show her off.

"Did you drive?" she asked, her voice again pleasant.

"No, I took a cab,"

"Good," she replied as she took a key chain out of her coat pocket and pressed a button. The alarm sounded briefly on a black car parked at the curb. She opened the passenger door and motioned for Amber to get in. Amber found herself powerless to resist the unspoken command. The woman simply exuded power and confidence, the very things she had been unable to find in a Dom.

The seat was black leather and she sank into it as the door closed and she was left in the darkness for a few seconds. The big woman sauntered around the back and got in. She immediately fastened her safety belt.

"Put on your seat belt," she said. Amber did as she as told and the car started. Bach's Brandenburg Concertos were playing softly on the stereo. The powerful car eased away from the curb and accelerated smoothly.

"What's your name?"

"Amber Witlin, what's yours?"

"Tatyana, but you may call me Fire," she said. Fire. That was a Domme's name without question. Amber finally found her voice.

"Look, I appreciate your attention but I am not into women. I admit you have a powerful presence and you do have an effect on me but we really need to stop this now, I don't want you angry with me," her voice trailed off. Tatyana seemed oblivious to what she had said.

Amber tried to start over but the big woman intimidated her and she just sat there with her lips pursed.

The tall woman pulled the car to the curb. She turned and looked at Amber with an inscrutable expression on her face. When she spoke it was very slowly, as if she were choosing her words carefully.

"There's the door baby. All you have to do is open it and get out and you won't ever see me again. Think hard about it before you do. I can be the lover you have been looking for all your life. If you get out you will never know what you missed. And what exactly are you going home to? An empty house and another night of being lonely? Its up to you,"

Amber placed her hand on the handle, suddenly acutely aware of the coldness of the metal. Where was she going? Back to that dull, dingy, empty apartment she called home? Back to a cold room and a cold bed? Back to being lonely and spending hours in front of the computer with her fantasies and a vibrator? The warm sounds of Bach and the soft leather of the interior of the car seemed so much more inviting. But not with another woman, she was not that desperate, or was she?

As she turned her head and looked at the woman in the drivers seat her own words echoed in her mind, big and commanding, confident enough to give orders. Fire was certainly all of that and she was also very beautiful. Amber wondered what her skin would feel like. She looked up into the dark brown eyes. If she had hoped to get out of the car that was a major mistake.

Fire's eyes bored into her, making her shiver with the intensity of the gaze. She could feel her resolve slipping away. The woman's powerful aura seemed to reach out and shake her. She opened her mouth to say something but couldn't, her lips moved and her mouth worked. She clamped her mouth shut when she realized she must look like a fish out of water. The black woman smiled and pulled away from the curb. Amber was aware she had, for better or worse, crossed a threshold.

The rest of the drive was made in silence. Amber was lost in thoughts of her own and Fire seemed to be one of those ultra careful drivers. She seemed totally absorbed in negotiating the traffic as the car moved into Manhattan. She pulled into a private garage and parked in a space marked, reserved for 1145. Without a word the tall woman got out of the car and started for the elevator. Amber found herself having to trot to keep up with Fire's longer strides. They took the elevator down to the ground floor in silence. The inside was a neutral beige covered in obscene graffiti. By the time it reached the ground floor the silence was beginning to get to Amber. She was starting to doubt herself and this whole thing.

Fire seemed to realize this because when the elevator reached the floor she placed a firm hand on Amber's shoulder and guided her across the quiet, empty street. That firm and reassuring contact submerged her growing doubt. A uniformed doorman met them and held the door.

"Evening Miss Gentry," he said tipping his hat.

"Good evening Karl," Fire replied.

The lobby was showy if not overly pretentious. Deep shag carpets and faux marble tile on the floors were complimented by several tasteful landscapes on the walls. Comfortable benches were evenly spaced along the walls were covered in red upholstery and a few chairs were scattered about.

A magnificent fountain dominated the lobby, it featured several plants and a round bench that circled the perimeter of the fountain. A large mahogany desk staffed by an older gentleman in the hotel's livery and a bank of elevators was located along the back wall.

The tall woman guided her to the elevators and once inside pressed the button for the eleventh floor. The elevator was clean and paneled in a rich dark wood. The sounds of Beethoven's 3rd drifted in from cleverly hidden speakers. Amber began to get nervous, she was unsure of exactly what she was getting into. Every instinct screamed at her to run now and only that firm hand on her shoulder kept her from trying to bolt as soon as the door opened. Fire guided her down to door 1145 and then spun her around.

"You are almost ready to run aren't you?" she asked quietly.

Amber tried to meet her gaze and couldn't. She hung her head and mumbled something unintelligible. She felt Fire's strong fingers on her chin lifting her head until their eyes locked.

"Inside this door you are in my world and I play for keeps. I will make you forget men exist. I will be everything you have always wanted in a lover and in a master. If you walk through you are going to get everything you want, though maybe not in the way you have imagined. This is your last chance to walk away. I won't stop you,"

Her voice was even showing no trace of emotion and her face was neutrally posed, betraying nothing at all. She took out her key and opened the door without ever taking her eyes from Amber's.

Amber stood frozen. Her mind was so torn. One the one hand her more rational and practical side was screaming at her to leave. She wasn't gay she had never even seriously considered having sex with another woman. Once inside she would be rendered helpless and she didn't even know this woman. It was not like she knew Tom from the internet or Kenneth from the club, she was a totally unknown and disturbing quantity.

Amber's rational mind was however only a far away voice in the back of her head. The drinks had loosened her inhibitions and her need to be dominated was at the fore. It was a powerful yearning that was screaming out to submit to this masterful woman no matter what the consequences. She might have been able to walk away, but Tatyana held her eyes captive and in the grip of that gaze she felt her will melt away. She was so captivated that she couldn't speak or move, she just stood there staring.

Fire smiled and gently shoved her into the open door way. The apartment was darkened and when the door closed it was absolutely dark. When Fire flipped on the light Amber had to blink a few times before her eyes adjusted. Amber had expected a lot of things but what she saw was not one of them. The apartment was decorated in elegant Queen Anne furniture. All of the pieces matched and were solid wood with lace doily's and flowers. A Manet print hung on the far wall and the sofa and chair in front of the TV were dark leather and overstuffed. Persian carpets were on the floors and the walls were painted in a tasteful shade of blue. The room was absolutely feminine, elegant without a hint of ostentation.

"Not what you expected?" Fire asked as she breezed past Amber and went to the kitchen. Amber could still see her over the bar as she retrieved a bottle of wine from the refrigerator.

"No, I guess I expected." Amber's voice trailed off.

"Leather and steel with black paint and centerfolds pasted to the walls" Fire finished for her in an amused tone.




Fire



"I guess,"

Fire walked out of the kitchen with a glass of wine in each hand. She handed one to Amber and then sat on the sofa. Amber stood there holding her glass, unsure of what to do.

"Well come sit down, I won't bite. Not yet anyway," she added with a small laugh.

Amber sat in the chair opposite Fire. The tall woman sat with her legs crossed and looked very relaxed and approachable. Amber's eyes were drawn to her long legs; they were absolutely beautiful, firm and sleek. Amber started at her heels and her eyes ran up the claves to her strong thighs and that led to her crotch. Amber quickly turned away. A quiet chuckle told her that Fire had not missed it.

"So tell me about yourself Amber," she said and then sipped her wine.

"There isn't much to tell really," she said thinking deeply. The simple question provoked a very deep contemplation. For sometime now she had felt a growing dissatisfaction with her life and the presence of this powerful woman moved her to examine that dissatisfaction closely. "I'm 30 and work as a clerk for a Manhattan law firm. I live alone in a small apartment in Yonkers. I am never going to move up and have nothing and no one,"

"What's your experience with the scene? Have you actually tried it or is it all online?"

"I have had several Doms. Nothing was close to what I want. I thought Tom was going to bring me the surrendered I have longed to give, but he was not what he presented himself to be," she said as the bitterness welled up in her again.

"What do you wish to surrender?"

"Everything,"

"Everything? Have you really considered that?"

"Yes,"

"Have you discussed your limits with your Dom's,"

"No, no one has ever asked about my wishes,"

"I see, what are your limits?" Fire asked as she took another sip of her wine.

"No pain, not real pain I mean. I really don't know what my limits are, like I said no one has ever asked," she said spreading her hands helplessly.

"I am asking,"

"I don't know. If someone had asked me before tonight I would have said no women, but now I just don't know,"

"Limits are a guideline. I will respect your limits, but I will also push them and expand them until you are what I want you to be. If you can grow in that direction," Fire said. Amber could only nod. For the next two hours they talked. Fire said little of herself but through her questions and observations Amber realized she had basically told this strange woman her life's story, complete with her dreams.

"This is very surreal to me," Amber said at last.

"Why?" Fire asked as she put her empty glass on the end table.

"I have been here for two hours and I expected to be tied up or something,"

Fire laughed and picked up the phone. She called a cab and gave them the address. When she hung up she stood up and walked over to Amber. She took the small woman's hands and pulled her to her feet and then escorted her to the door. Amber felt like a dwarf standing next to Fire, her head was about on the level of the big woman's abundant breasts. Amber looked up at her in confusion.

"You have a lot to think about Amber," "You mean we aren't." Amber began. The bigger woman moved swiftly, pinning Amber against the wall in one fluid motion. Her powerful hand forced itself between Amber's legs and roughly massaged her pussy. The feeling was incredible and Amber moaned softly. "I could take you, right here on the floor if I wanted. You wouldn't stop me. But I won't. I am not going to take you. You are going to beg me to use you," she said quietly. Her voice was soft, but for a split second Amber saw the wildness and power in her eyes.

"I don't understand,"

"You will. I am sending you home now. I want you to think about all you have said. I will be at Lashes in the village tomorrow at 9:00 sharp. If I see you there I will know you have made up your mind. If you give yourself to me I will totally control you. If that's too much for you then don't come. Tonight you have seen me as I am to my equals, tomorrow night you will see me as I can be. The choice is yours," she said. She then pushed Amber gently out the door and closed it firmly.

Amber stood in the hallway for a long time staring in disbelief at the door. Eventually the light went out and she wandered down the hallway to the elevator in a daze. What kind of woman was this? She had been right there, in her grasp and helpless despite her fear and trepidation. Now she was free to leave. She made it to the taxi and back home but she was never sure how. The whole time from leaving Fire's apartment to the bliss of sleep would never be more than an indistinct blur in her memory

---

Amber woke suddenly, from a deep sleep to completely awake. She had been dreaming of her master. It was a fairly common dream for her, the big, powerful commanding man who would rule her life. In her favorite dream scenario he was a pirate and she a passenger on a sailing ship. She knew the dream was mostly flavored by the cheap romances she read all the time. She found that she was mildly aroused now. It was not a burning need but rather a pleasant languidness to her movements.

Her hand stole to the crotch of her panties and she gently rubbed herself through the thin material. She tried to recapture the dream in her minds eye, but it had fled. This irritated her far more than it should have and she kicked off the covers and got up. Her eyes drifted to the computer on its desk in the corner. It was her usual habit to get up late on Saturdays and chat with Tom for hours. Tom. The events of the night before came back to her in a rush.

A deep depression overtook her then. She remembered the balding man who had met her at the club. He had been nothing like her mental image or the way he portrayed himself online. She was never going to find her pirate. Tears welled up in her eyes then and she struggled not to let them come but lost. What now? she asked herself hopelessly.

She remembered Fire too but tried to push that memory out of her mind. Amber was afraid of those memories. She had been brought up to believe that homosexuality was a terrible sin. Remembering how close she had come to submitting to another woman was profoundly disturbing to her. She had also been brought up to believe that interracial couplings were wrong. Her parents were strong Catholics and deeply conscious of their heritage.

Amber flipped the on the power to the computer and went to make her morning tea. As the water boiled she found her mind returning to the commanding woman. She could not get her out of her mind, no matter how hard she tried to shove the memories aside. She wanted nothing more now than to get her tea and get to the computer. She could find people to talk to there and hopefully escape those haunting memories.

Amber found the old adage of the watched pot never boiling to be painfully true. Again and again her mind returned to Fire. The woman had been so masterful and confident. Amber remembered the feel of her hands and how her nipples had instantly responded. She remembered how she had looked on the couch and her incredibly long, sleek legs. Amber shivered when she remembered Fir's hand on her pussy.

Amber was startled when the teakettle whistled shrilly and stunned to find her hand back between her legs. Not only had she been rubbing herself while thinking of the Domme, but the small patch of darker fabric showed all to clearly that she had been far more excited than she wanted to admit. She shook her head violently and forced all thoughts from her mind, making her tea in a mechanical manner and concentrating on it to the exclusion of all else.

By the time she had sat down at the computer she had pushed the incident from her mind. She logged in to find an e.mail from Tom. She dreaded opening it, she just wasn't good at hurting people's feelings. Remembering the way he looked in the bar she felt bad about having brushed him off now. That memory inevitably flowed into the memory of the beautiful black Domme's hands on her. She shoved the memory from her mind and angrily opened the e.mail.

It contained a scathing condemnation of her and strident demands that she atone. A day before the mail would have excited her for she longed to be abused and ordered around like that. Now she found it pathetic. After being in the company of a true dominant she realized that it was just his attempt to sound like he thought a Dom should sound. The realization that she had wasted so many hours chatting with men who sounded just like that saddened her. She had wasted so much time.

She closed the e.mail without responding and went into her favorite chat room. She was known there and the regulars greeted her in their own ways. For over an hour she watched what was happening in the room. Normally she would join in the fun but today it all seemed very trite. The Doms that had seemed so exciting to her did not seem so now and the subs doing their bidding in the room seemed to be tragic.

Amber found her attention wandering and decided to surf for a better room. An hour of searching left her even more depressed. She returned to her normal chat to see Tom was there. He had given her an order when he first arrived and she hadn't noticed. Now he was whining and it disgusted her. With an annoyed slashing motion she killed the computer, not even bothering to say goodbye to anyone.

Something was wrong. She was hyper, irritable and easily annoyed. Seeing her Dom whining in channel had infuriated her. So much for masterful and commanding. "I'll bet Fire never whines," she said to herself. It was a few moments before she realized what she had just said. "Whoa, where did that come from?" she asked the empty room. She must be loosing her mind; here she was alone in an empty apartment talking to herself. She was filled with nervous energy. Amber shook her head and decided to clean the house. An hour later she found herself wiping down the counters in the small kitchen for the third time. She threw the sponge disgustedly into the sink and glanced at the clock. It said 3:30. She wandered through her apartment in a dreamlike state. Nothing seemed familiar or comfortable to her. It was almost as if she were seeing it for the first time. She traced her finger along the top of the sideboard. It was out of place among the hand me downs and castoffs. It had been a gift from her grand mother. Solid cherry and old beyond her comprehension, a real antique from the old country. The dark cherry color reminded her of Fire's long legs. It was not as dark or as rich she thought absently. Her mind jumped to that brief moment when she was pinned against the wall and the Domme's long fingers were roughly massaging her pussy. Her hand slipped to her crotch again and this time she did not try to stop herself. She was worked up and hoped a quick orgasm would calm her. Her fingers quickly found the right spot and began a circular motion that would bring her off quickly. She had just gotten started when the phone rang. She jumped with the first ring and muttered to herself as she ran to the kitchen to answer it. Her mother had been ill and she had developed the habit of answering the phone before the third ring. Her machine picked up after that and her mother refused to speak into one. "Hello?" she answered. She was a bit out of breath, more from the self-stimulation than the short dash to the kitchen. "Hey!" a voice responded. She recognized it instantly as her best friend Heather. "Hey Heather, how's it going?" she said as her breathing returned to normal. "Going fine, how was your date?" she asked. They had been best friends since grade school and there were no secrets between them. Heather was a sub as well, but not so much as Amber. Amber half way suspected her friend was a switch. She was the only one who knew that Amber had been going to meet Tom. Amber was a sub but not a fool and Heather had Tom's e.mail and his name and all the information Amber had. "It was a bust," Amber said disgustedly. "Aww, sorry lil bit, not what you expected?" "No. He wasn't tall or powerful or anything I expected. He was balding and over weight and timid too," "I warned you. I told you that he was a fake," "Yeah, a wannabe Dom, just like Fire said," "Fire? Who's that?" Heather responded instantly. Amber found herself blushing and for a few moments considered lying to her best friend. "Fire is a woman I met at the club," Amber said hesitantly. "And?" Heather asked, her voice held a strange quality Amber was uncertain of. She could not be sure, but her friend sounded almost excited. "Oh Heather. She was awesome, tall, powerful and commanding. She was everything I dreamed of in a Dom. She took me to her apartment and we talked. I swear if she had been a man I would have never come back!" Amber gushed. "So what did you do?" Heather asked in a slightly far away voice. "Do? Nothing. We just talked. She could have done anything she wanted. I was so under her finger, but she sent me home and told me she would be at Lashes tonight if I was interested," "Are you going?" "Of course not!" "Why not?" "Didn't you hear anything I said? She's a woman," "So?" "I am not a dyke," Amber protested. "No, you are a sub and she sounds like just the kind of Top you have been searching for," Heather said seriously. Amber was speechless. She could think of no reply to that simple statement. "Amber?" Heather said when the silence became too long. "I'm here," Amber replied in a small voice. "Are you all right?" "Yes, I am fine. Just a little out of sorts. What are you up to today?" Amber said trying to change the subject. Heather seemed to understand and let it drop. They talked of other things for a long while and when Heather finally said goodbye it was almost 5:00. Amber stood up and decided a hot bath was in order. She filled the old claw foot tub with hot water and added a liberal dose of peach bath oil. She caught her reflection in the mirror as she stood. She saw a small woman with pale skin and long blonde hair. She had long legs for her height and a short waist that only served to make her breasts stand out more than they would have anyway. Her golden-red pubic triangle was trimmed neatly and did little to hide the pouting lips of her sex. Pale blue eyes and a soft full mouth completed the picture. She looked very much like a delicate porcelain doll. She shrugged and stepped into the tub where she settled into the hot, fragrant water. She bathed carefully, taking her time and fully soaping up each part of her body. She carefully shaved her legs and underarms and thoroughly washed her privates. She was unconscious of the fact that she had done this very thing last night in anticipation of meeting Tom. She climbed out of the water and toweled off . Wrapping one towel under her arms she ducked her head and wrapped her wet hair in another. She sat at her vanity and carefully dried and styled her long hair and meticulously did her make up. She made the last few strokes of her mascara and eyed herself critically in the mirror. It was then that it hit her. What the hell am I doing? She thought. She stood abruptly upsetting several of the vials and bottles on the vanity. Automatically he stooped and returned them to their places. She looked again in the mirror. It was only then that she realized she was going to Lashes. Her whole day had been spent in anticipation of it. Her mind had been made up long before she was conscious of it. Probably since the moment Fire had closed the door to her apartment. She fought back the surge of panic that rose within her. Her rational mind was still fighting it, but she was a slave to that part of her that wanted it. She tore her eyes from the mirror and finished drying off. The clock on her nightstand read 7:15.

--- Lashes was an underground D & S club in the city. It was situated in a basement on the edge of the meatpacking district. The club was devoted to the scene and was neither a gay club nor a straight club, although gay males were discouraged. As she approached it she searched in vain for Fire's car. She was keenly aware of how dirty the streets around her were. It was not a good part of town. The club had powerful patrons and thus far their clout had kept the place from being closed down. Amber paid the cover and descended the concrete stairs. She checked her coat at the small desk and entered the club proper. Amber had been here before, but never sober. She and Heather both had to be pretty well gone to come here with their other friends. It was very much like she remembered it and just as intense. A large crowd of people in various costume milled around the central bar. One wall held the restrooms and a pair of jail cells. Two girls were acting out a scene there now. A tall brunette with a centerfold's body was playing the guard. She wore tight blue shorts and a policeman's shirt and cap. She was abusing a petite blonde girl in white t-shirt and panties. The other wall held an old fashioned pillory. A fat, hairy man wearing only a spandex codpiece and black leather mask was fastened into the stocks and was getting a whipping from a leather clad Domme. She was short and overweight but heavily muscled and she apparently knew what to do with a whip. His back was covered in red welts and sweat dripped from him. A darkened doorway led back to cells where scenes were carried out by the patrons. These rooms were enter at your own risk, the scenes were not controlled by the staff, but there were always two monitors there who would stop a scene if it was getting to dangerous. A few chairs and tables were clustered near the entrance to the back and Amber's heart skipped a beat when she picked out Fire's face among those seated at the tables. The black woman was staring right at her and Amber felt the overwhelming urge to run. Instead she calmly walked across the room to the table. There were three other women seated at the table with Fire. The tall woman indicated a chair next to her and Amber gracefully sat. "What's this? New girly Fire?" one of the women said. She was short and fat with a pale completion that showed several blemishes. Her hair was close cropped and she wore a leather dress that was literally straining to keep her massive chest in. She was not very attractive, but her face was cute Amber decided. "Maybe," Fire replied. "I see Larry is getting his nightly beating," a tall, thin woman observed. Her hair was long and incredibly black, like motor oil. Her skin was so pale it was almost white and it took Amber a moment to realize it was makeup. She looked washed out almost like a junky. Her body was all planes and angles totally devoid of feminine curves. She was thin and flat chested and had almost no hips. She wore a simple black dress with a silver ankh suspended on a delicate chain. Typical Goth vamp Amber decided disdainfully.

"Yeah, Dee is working him over tonight," the third woman at the table replied. She was of average height with a good figure. Her blondish hair was worn short also and she wore denim pants, a work shirt that barely hid her breasts and heavy work boots. She was pure butch, a real diesel dyke Amber thought.

"She's pretty good with that whip," the dark haired woman observed.

"You would know, she beat your ass that night at Rangoon," the fat woman said laughing.

"Yeah, last time I make a bet with Fire," the thin woman replied smiling.

"Did you see that little bitch in the cell Ash?" the woman in workboots asked.

"Yeah, looks like a nice piece, to bad she has a top already," the dark haired woman responded. Ash? Short for Ashley? Amber was afraid to ask.

"That wannabe? I had her on her knees licking my pussy in front of everyone at Jaded last week," the fat woman said disdainfully.

"Any good?" The woman in work clothes asked.

"Oh yeah, smack her around a bit and that tongue gets real talented,"

Amber was so embarrassed and uncomfortable. The conversation had her blushing like mad and looking for a place to hide. Above it all was Fire, quite, well dressed, you would think she was at a garden club meeting and not listening to her friends discussing the sexual prowess of other women.




Fire



"What do you say Carly?" Ash asked. Amber's mind refocused on the conversation instead of the woman she was here to meet.

"Yeah, why not?" the woman in workclothes replied and the two got up and disappeared into the crowd. Amber made a note that her name was Carly.

"Those two are such a pair," the fat woman said.

"Indeed," Fire replied. She was so calm and elegant, Amber felt herself falling under the woman's spell and she hadn't even spoken to her!

"Of course this time it's your fault," Fire observed with a knowing smile.

"Me?" the fat woman said with mock innocence.

"You know Carly gets off on topping would be tops,"

"So do you,"

"Not really, I leave that to you and Carly,"

"So tell me about yourself," the fat woman said suddenly, switching her attention to Amber. She was caught off guard and stuttered out an unintelligible reply.

"No need to be scared little one, I won't bite," she said gently.

"Don't bet on it," Fire said.

"Hush, you'll scare the poor thing to death. My name is Sam, and who might you be?" she said in a soothing voice.

"Amber,"

"That's a very pretty name. What are you doing here tonight?"

Amber was saved from answering by the return of Carly and Ash. Ash had the girl in the t-shirt and panties in tow while Carly was pushing the police girl ahead of her. Ash sat in her chair and spread her long thin legs. She pulled her dress up and Amber could see she wasn't wearing any panties. Ash gave the blonde a meaningful look and she sank to her knees and buried her face in the thin woman's crotch.

"Ohh, look at that. Your baby knows what to do to a hot pussy, do you?" Carly said to the brunette. She turned to see her girlfriend lapping at Ash's crotch and moved to slap her but Carly caught her arm and twisted it behind her.

"Let go of me you bitch," she hissed. Carly laughed and twisted her arm harder, which caused the brunette to grimace.

"Are you going to be a nice little slut or am I going to have to get rough with you?" Carly taunted. Amber could see that Carly was easily stronger than the brunette. The girl struggled to break the tight grip Carly had on her arms.

"Have it your way," Carly said and release her arms. The brunette spun around and Carly backhanded her. The blonde started towards her lover, but Ash caught a handful of hair and viciously jerked her face back.

Carly laughed and shoved the brunette to her knees. She undid her jeans and let them fall to her ankles and stepped out of them. Amber saw that her pussy was shaved before she sat down and spread her legs. She then tangled her hand in the brunette's hair and pulled her face tightly to her crotch.

"That's right bitch, work that tongue in there. I'll show you how a real top does it," she snarled.

Amber was in a state that bordered on hysteria. Here she was sitting in a club with two girls under the table giving oral sex to two other girls. What in the name of god was she doing here? She wanted to get up and leave, or at least look away, but seeing the brunettes head moving against Carly's tummy was something she could not tear her eyes away from.

"You like that don't you little one?" a voice whispered in her ear. She managed to tear her eyes away from the scene before her to face Sam. The fat woman was leaning close to her.

"Look at Ash my pet, see how much she is enjoying that licking?" she purred. Amber glanced at Ash, the thin woman had a dreamy expression on her face. Amber could just see the top of the blonde's head. Amber felt her heartbeat quicken. She wondered what Ash was feeling to look so content. She shivered when she realized that she wondered even more what the blonde felt. "That's right bitch, get that tongue all the way in or I am going to beat your ass," Carly groaned. Amber's eyes alternated between the dreamy look on Ash's face and the wild look on Carly's. She could easily see the tops of both of the girl's heads and she wondered what they were feeling. She noticed her nipples were hardening and she felt strange, hot and flustered. She felt a warm breath on her ear and a shiver ran through her slight frame. Sam's hand settled on her knee and she stiffened. "Getting you hot isn't it my pet?" Amber turned to face Sam. She wanted to remove the woman's hand from her knee, she wanted to tell her to stop, to get away, instead she looked helplessly at her. Sam could apparently sense her indecision and lack of will power. She scooted her chair closer and her hand moved slowly up Amber's leg. The fat woman spread her thighs and pulled the ridiculously tight dress up revealing green panties. She took Amber's hand and guided it to her crotch. When her fingers touched the hot, slick material Amber jerked her hand back like it burned. Sam held her hand and forced it back between her splayed thighs. "Now now, make it feel good my pet," she cooed as she rubbed herself with Amber's hand. Amber was shocked but unable to resist and soon she was rubbing the welt slick material without Sam's prompting. She watched fascinated as her fingers stroked up and down. It was as if she were watching a movie, or someone else, not like it was her own hand. A wet spot appeared in the crotch and then as it spread the slick fabric molded itself to her pussy. Soon Amber could guess exactly what Sam's pussy looked like. "That's it baby," she breathed. Her eyes were closed and she wore the same dreamy expression that Ash had. Amber wanted to stop, she felt her stomach churning but she was no more able to do that than to fly. These truly dominant women simply overwhelmed her. She glanced fearfully at Fire, but the black woman was smiling at her and nodded. Sam's hand had reached Amber's panties by now and began to gently stroke her. She shuddered, but was unable to move. The softly stroking fingers continued to work on her and Amber unconsciously spread her legs to allow Sam's hand better access. Ash came first, her body stiffened and a sigh escaped her thin lips. She shuddered once and then sat up a little straighter. Sam was next, her hips began to jog and she removed her hand from Amber's panties to massage her mammoth breasts through the material of her dress. Amber quickened her stroking and Sam hissed and groaned. Seconds later her orgasm began. Amber continued to stroke her until she opened her eyes and smiled. Carly came last. It was apparent to Amber that she was really enjoying making the would-be top service her. She uttered a continuous stream of vile invective at the kneeling brunette. Her body spasmed and she exploded with a loud wail. Amber was surprised to notice that no one in the crowded bar was paying them the least attention. After her orgasm subsided Carly shoved the brunette away from her. The girl ended up on her butt leaning against Amber's legs. Carly's juices and her own tears mingled to make her face glisten in the light. She started to rise but Sam stopped her. "Where do you think you're going?" she said in a voice that brooked no argument. The brunette shuddered and turned around. Sam's legs were still spread wide and she motioned with her finger. The brunette swallowed hard and crawled on her knees between the fat thighs. Sam pulled the slick panties aside exposing her pussy. Amber found herself staring. Her pussy was fat, with gaping lips and covered in a thick mat of dark brown hair. The brunette tentatively pushed her tongue out and licked up the slick lips. Amber felt herself shudder as revultion mixed with excitement in an almost unbearable conflict of emotion. "Are you ready baby?" Fire's said, breaking the spell that held her. She turned and nodded to the tall woman, no longer trusting her voice. Fire rose gracefully and said her farewells to her friends. Amber rose and also said goodbye to each of the three women and then followed Fire back out onto the streets. Her car was parked around back of the building, which explained why Amber had not seen it coming in. Soon she was seated comfortably in the passenger seat and they were moving. Tonight the radio was playing Mozart. She closed her eyes and felt her body relax. "I am glad you showed up," "I couldn't stay away, God knows I tried," "I was fairly certain you wouldn't," Fire said and then chuckled. "Why?" "How did you like my friends?" Fire asked, leaving the question hanging. "I guess I liked them," she said tentatively. "Well, It appeared you at least liked Sam," Fire said with another soft laugh. Amber colored furiously and tried to think of something to say. "Did you get excited?" Fire asked. When Amber didn't answer Fire pulled over to the curb and turned to face her. "I asked you a question. From this point forward if I ask you a question you will answer immediately. If I tell you to do something you will do it right then. When you fail you will be severely punished. If you displease me badly enough I will throw you out which soon will be the worst thing your little mind can imagine. Now, did you get excited?" Fire said in a voice that chilled Amber to her very core. "Yes," "Yes what?" "Yes ma'am?" "Yes Mistress Fire," the black woman prompted her. "Yes Mistress Fire," "Better," the Domme said and turned back to the road. The big car accelerated smoothly back into the flow of traffic. "What excited you?" Fire asked. "I don't know, all of it I guess," "Did you want to be that cute brunette under the table?" Fire asked as she dodged expertly around a double- parked taxi. "Yes," Amber replied. Her embarrassment was acute, but she could not refuse to answer. "Good, very good. So you got excited, did you get your panties wet?" Fire continued the merciless questioning. "Yes, a little," Amber replied blushing furiously. "Very good. Now little one we are going to play a game," "A game?" Amber asked with some apprehension. "Yes, I want you to pull your dress up," "My dress?" "Yes dear, show me your panties," Fire said without ever taking her eyes off the road. Amber pulled the hem of her dress up around her waist exposing herself. She was wearing black lingerie tonight. She was relieved to see that there was no evidence that she had been excited showing on her satin panties. Fire glanced over as soon as the car stopped at a red-light. "Here's the game. My apartment is fifteen blocks away now. You are going to play with your little pussy. If you can get yourself off before we get to the garage you can keep your panties. Otherwise you will leave them here in the car. Simple enough?" she explained. Amber stared at her dumbfounded. The big car fairly leapt away from the red light, accelerating quickly. Amber was still not sure what to do, but the furious pace told her that Fire had something planed for her if she lost her panties. She quickly dropped her hand to her crotch and began to rub herself in a circular motion. Her mind immediately went to the action at the table that was so fresh in her memory. She pressed her fingers between her lips to directly stimulate her clit. In her mind she saw Sam's fat pussy with the brunette's tongue gliding up the slick lips. While her right hand continued to stroke her clit her left pulled her panties aside and plunged a finger into her sopping hole. She was moaning softly now, and did not notice that the car stopped. Her finger plunged into herself again and again as her fingers danced frantically over her sensitive nub. She bit her lip to keep from crying out as her pleasure peaked and she gained the sweet release of orgasm. She opened her eyes to find herself being stared at by several men on the corner. They were all laughing and pointing and making catcalls. Amber had never been so humiliated. She turned to see Fire smiling at her. One of the men was tapping on the glass and Amber nearly died, but Fire accelerated away from the curb before he could do more than that. "You won, I hope you enjoyed it because that the last one you are getting for a while," she said conversationally. Amber barely heard, her eyes were all red. She knew all those men had sat there and watched her, it was terribly humiliating, but the real humiliation was in knowing it aroused her so much. By the time they reached the apartment Amber had composed herself. She meekly followed Fire to the elevator and then to her apartment. Fire opened the door and shoved her inside. The tall woman walked in behind her and went straight to the overstuffed chair. "Get us both a glass of wine," she commanded. Amber scampered into the kitchen and found glasses on a rack and the wine in the refrigerator. She brought both glasses out being careful not to spill any. Amber handed a glass to Fire and then carefully sat on the sofa across from her. The beautiful black woman sipped her wine and stared at Amber's body. Amber lowered her head and sipped her wine. "Stand up," she commanded quietly. Amber quickly rose to her feet and stood there holding her wine. "Turn around slowly, I want to get a good look at you," Amber slowly turned around pausing in each profile and with her back to the Domme. "Very nice, you look absolutely edible. Take off your dress," she commanded. Amber put her wine glass down and quickly unzipped the back of her dress. "Stop!" Fire cried. Amber's hands froze instantly. "Not like that, slowly, like a strip tease," she said. Amber blushed and began to sway her hips, She felt ridiculous as she turned and slowly exposed her back and then turned holding the dress up over her breasts. She let the top drop to expose her black lacy bra. Fire took in a sharp, appreciative breath, which made Amber beam. She held her breasts in her hands and forced them up and out and then let her hands trail down to her hips where she hooked her fingers into the elastic of her dress. With a mischievous grin she turned and bent at the waist and the wiggled her hips as she pulled the skirt down. When it was in a pile on the floor at her feet she stood up and turned around. She was wearing only her black bra and panties with the lacey black garterbelt, stockings and her heels. Fire stared at her for a while and then she spoke. "Not too bad, but you need work. Maybe I'll loan you to Queenie later so you can get some practice," she said. "Queenie?" "She's another friend. She owns a strip club in the village that caters to lesbians," Fire said as she rose. Amber shivered. She would never be able to do that, but even more the simple statement chilled her. Fire said it like she was property to be loaned out. She realized that she was getting excited again just thinking of being owned. Fire stood in front of her now, that beautiful face was cold and devoid of any expression or warmth. With brutal suddenness she delivered a backhanded slap to Amber's face. The slight girl was flung backwards onto the sofa. She was too shocked to be upset at first and then the painful sting arrived. "That was for hesitating in the car, do it again and I will beat you unmercifully. This is your last chance to walk. I'll give you just ten seconds to decide," Amber looked at her for any sign of the friendly woman she had been but the face was cold. Her voice was hard as she counted down. Amber's mind was suddenly very lucid. "Stop!" she said softly when Fire hit six. The tall black woman glowered down on her. Amber screwed up her courage and met the Domme's withering glare. "There is no need to count further Mistress, I have already decided. I want to be yours," Amber said. The words sounded so strange to her, but she knew emphatically that it was the truth. Fire looked at her carefully for a moment and then her face broke into one of the warmest smiles Amber had ever seen. She sat down and gently stroked Amber's cheek. "I am sorry for that babydoll, but I had to make sure you knew what you were getting into. I can be a real bitch at times," "I understand," "Good, now before we start you need a safe word, something that you can say if you really need me to stop," "Heather," Amber said automatically. "Heather it is," Fire replied. She stood then and walked back to her chair where she sat again. Amber felt very vulnerable sitting on the sofa in her sexy lingerie while Fire was still fully clothed. Eventually she stood and walked casually towards her bedroom. Amber was unsure of what to do but decided not to move until told to do so. Fire picked up a heavy wooden parson's bench and carried it to the center of the room. She then took one of the small pillows off of the leather chair and placed it on the bench. She moved to the heavy armoire and removed a beautiful wood box, from this she too out several leather straps. "Come here," She said forcefully. Amber scrambled over to stand next to her. "Kneel," she ordered and Amber did so instantly. Fire took her hand and attached a leather cuff to her left wrist. The cuff was rough black leather, but lined with something softer. A heavy metal ring was stitched into it. This was a serious cuff, not like the cheap ones Kenneth had. His were straight out of Fredrick's of Hollywood, more for role-play than anything else. She had actually broken one during a particularly heavy beating, causing him to really tear her up. She would not be able to escape from this one. The knowledge thrilled her even as it scared her. Fire attached the second cuff to her left wrist. She placed the pillow on the bench and Amber noticed that tiny marks were notched into the bench and the pillow fit perfectly between them. "Lean over," Fire demanded and Amber complied. The bench had decorative hearts cut out in the legs and Fire pulled a strap through each of these to secure her arms. Amber was impressed with the improvisation. The bench looked perfectly in place with the apartment's decor but was ideally suited for restraining a victim. Clever. A strap was placed around each thigh and cuffs were placed on her ankles. Fire stood and walked to the closet and returned with a spreader bar. She attached this and then cranked it outward until Amber felt like her legs were going to be torn off. Fire stopped and returned to the front of the bench and leaned into the straps taking all the slack out, this forced Ambers ass high into the air. She stepped back and wiped her brow while she admired her handy work. Amber felt her panties pulled tight and wondered why Fire had not had her remove them before she was trussed. Fire walked to the bedroom and returned with a thin vibrator and some other items. She placed these out of sight and then sat down in front of Amber. "Do you know what this is?" she asked as she held up the small vibe, it was blue, about three inches long and had a delicate chain with a pull ring attached. "It's a vibrator," "It's not just any vibrator," she said as she gently stroked it. "It isn't?" "No, it's special vibe. I'll show you why," with that she rose and walked around behind Amber. Amber felt her strong fingers as they caressed her ass. Fire stroked her a bit and then Amber heard the vibe begin to hum. She felt Fire move her panties aside and then she slipped the small vibe into her. Amber groaned as it entered her wet passage, Fire pressed it deeper until Amber felt her lips close over it. Fire gave her panties a vicious yank upwards. This had the effect of driving the slick material between her lips and her ass cheeks and holding the small vibe inside. Fire walked back around and sat again. She held up a blindfold and some earplugs. "It has a six hour plus battery and as you can tell it produces an intense vibration for its size," Fire said quietly. Amber nodded, it felt like the little machine was shaking her insides apart. "Now, I am going to take a long bath and get ready. These should help you concentrate on your new little friend," she said with an evil laugh. She pressed the earplugs in and then placed the blindfold on her. Amber was suddenly in a dark world of her own. No sounds penetrated the night and no light. She could feel the wood of the bench and the leather on her wrists, ankles and thighs, but she was strapped down so tightly that she could not move. She could feel the satin of her panties pressed tightly against her pussy and ass and above all she could feel the little vibe. It buzzed away with it's own contained joy and she realized the cruelty of her predicament. With nothing to look at or hear and no room to move her mind was forced to focus on the vibe. It was humming away relentlessly but held inside so that she could not get any contact with her tingling clit. She was cunningly secured so that she could not bring her self into contact with anything, or even squeeze her thighs together. She shuddered as the small vibe continued to work inside her. How long would Fire leave her like this? What did she say? Six hours? She would go insane long before that. Amber began to struggle in her bonds. When that proved fruitless she tried to squeeze the vibe out by contracting her inner muscles, but her panties kept it snugly in place and by tightening her muscles she only made it feel more intense. In this dark, silent world time had no meaning. She tried to make her mind focus on something, anything other than the relentlessly vibrating intruder. No matter what she tried her mind was focused on it and she felt herself becoming incredibly wet. How long now? Minutes? Hours? She had no idea. Her mind flashed to the club and the blonde with her head between Ash's thighs. She saw each detail in unbelievable detail. She was moaning now, humping against her bonds in a vain effort to find release. Her mind was totally absorbed with the vibe and it's incessant movements within her. She groaned in frustration as the maddening stimulation continued unabated.




Fire



With a blinding flash the blindfold was pulled from her eyes and the earplugs from her ears. She blinked several times adjusting to the light. She could hear her own ragged breathing now. She could not see her, but Fire pulled the vibrator from within her with an audible plopping sound. "Well did my little baby enjoy that?" she asked in a sweet voice. She stepped around into Amber's vision. Amber was dumbstruck. Fire wore a purple leather bustier with cut outs in strategic places. Amber could see her large firm breasts and the darker black of her vulva between her ebony thighs. Her legs were encased in leather thigh boots with four inch gold spikes. She wore a leather mask that allowed her to see but hid her features from Amber's view. She was standing close and Amber's eyes were drawn to her sex. It was darker than her skin and a thin film of something white showed between the pouting lips. She felt her stomach turn. "I think she did," Fire said holding up the glistening little vibe. She laughed deeply and tossed it onto a mat that lay just within Amber's line of sight. "And how does Mummy's little baby feel?" she asked. "That was unfair," Amber said. Her body was still tingling and she needed release, but she hated being patronized. She had always been small and the butt of countless jokes throughout her life. Nothing would set her off like calling her childish or treating her as less than an adult. She had had too many people ask if she was working a summer job at the office. "Hmm, you are being a bad little girl. You know what happens to bad little girls? Fire said in that insulting voice. It was like she was talking to a small child. "Fuck you, this was a mistake. I'm not a dyke like you, let me go!" Amber demanded. Fire had hit upon one of her pet peeves and her anger was over coming her arousal. What's more her rational mind was beginning to assert itself again. She realized that the idea of touching another woman was suddenly very revolting to her. It had seemed all right in fantasy, but in reality she just wasn't into it. "My, My, such a bad little girl. And such foul language. Mommy will have to punish you now," Fire said in the same tone. "Let me go you crazy bitch!" Amber nearly screamed. She fought against her bonds but they gave not at all. Fire smiled and moved out of her sight, she heard rummaging and then the large woman returned with a leather whip in her hand. She uncoiled the wicked looking lash and snapped it in front of Amber. "You need to beg forgiveness and promise to be a good little girl," Fire said, her tone still insulting. "Let me go or I will scream," Amber threatened. "Of course you will scream. Do you take me for an idiot? These walls are well proofed against sound, so scream to your hearts content, no one will hear," she said sweetly. With a motion that was almost too fast to see she cracked the whip inches from Amber's face. Amber shrieked in surprise. "No, please. Heather," she said hopefully. "You will have to tell me about this Heather some day," Fire said as she limbered her arm. She swished the whip a few times and then looked directly at Amber. "Now, are you going to be a good little girl and apologize to mummy or am I going to have to punish you?" she said. "You said that was my safe word! You lied to me!" Amber screamed. "So I did," Fire said easily. Amber began to struggle again. "Last chance," Fire said. Amber licked her suddenly very dry lips, try as she might she couldn't pry her eyes from the cruel whip. "Up yours!" she managed at last. "All right my bad little girl, but you can end this whenever you want," Fire said. Amber closed her eyes and grimaced hoping not to give the bitch any satisfaction. The first blow landed on her back with a cracking sound and a scream of pain was torn from her. The next lash landed and she screamed again. White-hot pain shot through her and blotted out all other sensation. Again the whip landed but this time it curled around her buttock and cracked against her wide open pussy. The pain was indescribable. Amber screamed until her voice cracked. The lash fell again and again punishing her beyond endurance. Amber strained and twisted in her bonds until she was spent and still the lash fell. "Enough!" she cried at the top of her voice. Fire stopped immediately. She was covered in a thin sheen of sweat and her eyes were burning with an unholy fire. "Are you going to be a good little girl now?" she said in that same voice. Amber was too limp to reply and just nodded her head. "Say it," the Domme commanded. "I..will, be a good.. little girl," Amber panted. "And I am soo sorry for my language mummy," the black woman prompted. "And I am so sorry for my language. mummy," she said as she bit back to keep from retching. "Very good Amber, you are getting so grown up," Fire taunted as she moved out of Ambers line of sight. She returned and stood there with her chin in her hand. The whip was coiled on her hip. "Now what shall we do? I know, it's past your dinnertime! I'm sorry baby," she said as she knelt before Amber. Amber found herself looking up at the beautiful black woman's breasts. They were very large and the skin looked velvety soft. Her nipples stood out proudly from the darker aureoles. Amber had never examined another woman's breasts at such close quarters. She couldn't take her eyes off them. "Well go ahead baby," Fire said gently. Amber stared at her blankly and Fire laughed. "All babies have to breast feed and mummy has hers ready for you," she said mockingly. Amber realized what the black woman wanted, but she hesitated. Fire gently stroked the whip and Amber shrank from her as much as her bonds would allow. Fire laughed and pressed her nipple against Amber's quivering lips. Amber knew she had to do it and she parted her lips. Fire's nipple slipped into her mouth. Amber was unsure of what to do but Fire gently stroked her cheek and cooed "Suck tity bay, roll your tongue all over that golden nipple. All babies need to be breast fed and Mummy's going to feed you three time a day from now on," Amber sucked gently as first, but then with more pressure. She rolled her tongue around the hard nipple. It tasted slightly salty and at the same time sweet, and soon she was pulling at the nipple just like a child suckling. Fire let her finger slide between her thighs and she slowly stroked herself as Amber nursed. After a while Fire pulled her right nipple out of Ambers mouth with a popping sound. Before the small blonde could do anything Fire pressed her left nipple against the soft lips and felt the little woman began to suck contentedly. Amber was only vaguely aware of the fact that Fire was working herself towards orgasm with her hands. She was very aroused now and as much as it shamed her she found that she loved sucking on Fire's breasts. Fire's body shuddered and she pulled away leaving Amber with nothing in her mouth. The big woman shuddered and moaned as her orgasm ripped through her. Amber could only watch and feel her own pussy twitching. Finally the black woman stood up and smiled. "That was very nice baby, but look at the mess you have made," she said indicating her now soaked pussy. She moved closer until her pubic mound was only inches from Amber's face. Amber could see the dark lips and the bright pink inner folds. Fire's entire pussy was covered with a thick coating of her juices and Amber shuddered when Fire moved even closer. "Come on baby, clean up your mess. Mummy's waiting," she mocked. Amber clamped her lips tight and turned her head away from Fire. She did not care how hard she was beaten, she just could not do this. "No?" Fire questioned. Amber shook her head emphatically. Fire shrugged and walked away. Amber could hear her rummaging around behind her. Walking back into Amber's line of sight Fire sat down abruptly and holding the long blue feather began to stroke it. In her other hand she held a pair of shears. She watched Amber's eyes intently until the importance of the feather suddenly dawned on her.

"No!" Amber exclaimed.

Fire laughed and crawled towards the trussed woman.

"No, you can't. I'll go insane," Amber pleaded. She was extremely ticklish and she plunged in the bonds trying to escape.

Ignoring her plea's Fire moved to Amber's side and let the tip of the feather trace over her victims shoulder, then to the sensitive area of her armpit. A screech burst from Amber's lips followed by giggling. She tested her bonds to the limits struggling in vain to avoid the feather. Fire kept up this gentle torture for a minute or two, while Amber writhed in her bonds. Her giggles quickly gave way to hysterical laughter. The feather was sending the most horrible sensations through her and she could only laugh and plead for Fire to stop. Fire continued a moment longer then removed the feather. Amber's body immediately slumped in her bonds. Her breathing was labored and tears streaked her face.

Fire moved to Amber's rear leaving her field of vision. Sitting cross-legged between the tied woman's legs she examined her ass. Red welts crisscrossed her back, standing out a stark read against her pale skin. Amber felt the cold caress of the shears and knew that her panties had been cut off of her body. She blushed as she realized it would be obvious to her Domme that she was very aroused. Amber's pussy was wet and Fire could smell her arousal. The lips were swollen and had parted to reveal her inner folds. Like a delicate pink flower Fire thought as she licked her lips. Then she took the feather and traced along the outer lips. At the first touch of the maddening feather on her lips Amber screamed and began to struggle like a mad woman. Fire ignored this and continued to work the feather over her victim's most sensitive parts. After a while Amber could shriek no more. It was all she could do to breath. She heard herself begging incoherently for the torture to stop. Fire knew that Amber was now close to passing out. Her pussy was inflamed and her clit standing erect, totally out of its protective hood. The combination of sexual frustration and the devilish torture had her on the brink of fainting.

With a final flourish Fire pulled the feather away. Amber slumped in her bonds. Her breathing was ragged and she was covered in a sheen of sweat. Amber couldn't seem to get enough oxygen and she was light headed. Her pussy was on fire and the tickling had left it itching like mad. She struggled to ease the maddening itch, but to no avail.

Fire stood before her again. Amber was sickened to see that the black woman's pussy was even more wet than before. She knew that she would have to lick her clean; she could not take any more of the feather. She would loose her mind.

Fire caught up a handful of her hair and jerked her head up. Her eyes bored into Amber's.

"Ready to clean up your mess little girl?" she mocked.

"Yes,' Amber mouthed.

"Yes what?"

"Yes mummy,"

"I will only ask once more, Yes mummy what?" she said with mock sweetness.

"Yes mummy, I am ready to clean up my mess," Amber nearly shouted.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Mummy, I'm sure,"

"So you want to lick my hot wet pussy?"

"Yes mummy," Amber choked. "Yes mummy I want to lick your hot wet pussy!" she blurted when she saw Fire's hand reaching towards the feather on the floor.

"Really?" Fire asked, still staring into her eyes.

"Really mummy,"

"Well, if you really want to I guess you can,"

"Thank you mummy," Amber replied dutifully. Fire slowly thrust her hips forward but stopped well short of Amber's face.

"Of course only a dirty little dyke would want to lick my wet pussy, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, mummy, only a dirty little dyke would want to lick your pussy," she chocked as tears welled in her eyes.

"So what does that make you?" Fire said sweetly. For a split second it seemed as if Amber would not be able to say it. Fire let her hand stray towards the feather.

"It makes me a dirty little dyke, Mummy," Amber said. Her humiliation was complete now. She had never felt so wretched.

"It makes you a dirty little twat licking cunt, so get to it!" Fire said with heavy sarcasm.

She placed her feet on either side of the table and squatted at the same time pulling Amber's head to her soaking vagina. Amber's face was pressed into the dark warm crevice. The first thing to hit her was the overwhelming scent of Fire's arousal. It was a strong musky scent and her nostrils were dripping with it almost instantly. It was strong but not unpleasant. Her lips and nose were pushed right into Fire's hot pussy.

"Lick baby, get that tongue to work," Fire commanded huskily.

Amber tentatively parted her lips and stuck her tongue out. It was instantly coated in Fire's copious juices. It tasted sweet and tangy at the same time with a musky undertone and just slightly salty. Amber had never tasted anything like it before. She had barely begun to lick when Fire began to jog her hips, literally humping Amber's face.

"Oh yea baby, lick that cunt. Get your tongue up in that hot pussy. I am going to come all over your face you dirty twat licking dyke," she said as she ground her over heated pussy against Amber's face. It was all the small blonde could do to breath. Her face was smeared with Fire's juices and she drove her tongue against the velvety soft inner folds. The stream of vile epitaphs set her pussy on fire. She had never been so hot in her life. Never had she been so totally open and stripped of her pride and humanity.

"That's it bitch, eat that hot black pussy. You better learn to like it cause your never getting another cock. From tonight on you are on a strict diet of cunt. Yeahh.. I am going to come soon bitch, get that tongue working or I will flay the hide off you!"

Amber felt Fires other hand wrap into her hair. The big woman pulled her face tightly to her smoldering sex. With each thrust of her hips she pulled Amber's face forward. Amber felt like her hair was being ripped out. Her whole world was centered on Fire's pussy. It was all she could see and taste and smell. She was no longer a person; she was just a tongue, the means for her Domme to get off.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh," Fire groaned as her humping reached a fever pitch. Amber was afraid the big woman was going to break her nose it was banging so hard against her clit.

"Here it comes bitch, all.. over.. your.. fucking.. face!" Fire nearly screamed as her hips spasmed. Amber was conscious of a change in Fire and then a jet of thick hot juice splattered all over her face. She nearly gagged. She had never even heard of a squirter and didn't think women did that. Her mouth was filled and she was forced to swallow to breath because her nose was pressed so far between Fire's lips she could draw no air.

By the time Fire had finished and stood Amber was coughing. Her face was coated in Fires sweet juices and her itching pussy had her on the brink of madness. She was so hot now she would do anything for relief.

Fire sat down on the floor and recovered from her orgasm. Amber whimpered and whined as she desperately sought relief. She was still secured too tightly to do more than try futilely to move her hips.

Fire stood slowly and removed her mask. She looked at Amber and smiled.

"That was pretty good. You are a natural muff diver, but you need work on your technique. That's O.K. you will get plenty of practice. Well, I guess it's about bedtime, what do you think?" she asked in that mocking tone.

"Please.. Please don't leave me like this, Oh please fuck me," Amber begged.

Fire looked at her and then smiled and walked to her bedroom. Amber wailed and cried in frustration, but became immediately silent when Fire returned. Amber watched as Fire set up a tripod and placed a video camera upon it.

"You look so cute with my pussy juice all over your face. I am going to hit play on this camera and then you will have to beg me to fuck you. If you can convince me you are sincere about it I will, if not, I will leave you here all night. Do you understand?" Fire explained.

"Yes, I understand," Amber said slowly. Fire nodded and pressed the record button.

"You're on," she said with an evil grin. Amber knew what that camera meant. It meant irrefutable evidence of what had happened here tonight. It could mean having her life ruined if it got into the wrong hands. She knew all this, but she didn't care. Her pussy was aching and itching and if she was left overnight she was sure she would die.

"Please mummy please. I need you to fuck me. I am so hot for you I just have to have it. I licked your juicy pussy like a good girl and made you cum, please Mummy. My little pussy is so hot for you, I have to have you, please take me,' Amber begged.

Fire stepped back into her view; she was holding a strap on harness fitted with a massive black dildo. Amber paled as she saw its dimensions. It was ten inches long and easily three around, the head looked like an apple. It was dark black and wickedly veined with several heavy ribs. "Are you sure baby? This is a mighty big cock for a little girl like you,"

"Yes mummy, take me with your giant cock," Amber said in a little girl voice.

"All right baby, you did such a good job eating my pussy I guess I will do what you want," Fire said. Her back was to the camera as she stepped into the harness and Amber could see the triumphant smile on her face. She moved around behind the bound girl and knelt between her spread legs. Amber felt her thighs against the back of her own and then she felt the cock head pressing against her swollen lips.

She felt Fire work the head up and down her slit, coating it in her juices but carefully avoiding her clit. She squirmed and tried to bring it into contact with the huge head but Fire was far too clever for that and kept it just out of reach.

"Please mummy, please," Amber begged.

"Patience my little slut," Fire said. Amber felt the head pressing against her then, her slick lips parted but it stopped against her entrance. Fire held it with one hand to keep it on target and grasped Amber's hip with her other, she then leaned into it.

"Ooooooowwwwwwwwwwww," Amber groaned as the huge head forced it's way in. She felt her muscles slowly stretching to allow the massive intruder into her slick tunnel. She gasped in discomfort as the head sank in and her pussy gripped it tightly.

"Ready for you fucking slut?" Fire demanded.

"Yes mummy,"

She felt Fire draw back and then thrust forward. She screamed as more of the thick phallus sank into her. Fire ignored her and continued to work the big dildo into her tight pussy with hard stabbing thrusts. Finally it reached a place where nothing had ever touched before. A spot deep inside her where it could go no further. She felt Fire's other hand on her hip and her body settling in. Holding both hips tightly she drew back and thrust forward. Amber shivered and yelped.

"That's it baby, let me know how much you like it," Fire breathed.

"Oh god, it's too big. You're splitting me in half," Amber groaned.

"You begged for it baby, and now you're going to get it," Fire hissed and rammed forward with a vicious lunge.

Amber screamed at the shock of it. Pain shot through her, but that pain quickly mingled with pleasure as Fire established a rhythm. In, out, in, out, full, empty, suddenly full again. Amber felt herself beginning to respond. Soon she was trying to meet Fire's brutal thrusts and was moaning uncontrollably. She began to yelp and cry out as her orgasm neared. Fire released her hips and took two hands full of her long blonde hair. She jerked back on them, forcing Amber's face up to the camera and used them like reins as she pounded the thick dildo into Amber's quivering body.

The stimulation was too much for Amber, she felt like a bottle of champagne that had been shaken and shaken until finally the cork had to give. Her insides spasmed as the muscles deep inside of her ravaged pussy tried to squeeze the thick dildo and hold it in her. Amber bit her lip and then her whole body stiffened and with a final cry she came. Her orgasm washed over her, wave after wave of thick pleasure, heightened by the undercurrents of pain from her back and pussy. She fought to keep her mind above the rushing torrent, but Fire continued to drive the huge dildo into her with unabated fury.




Fire



Amber felt something strange then, a twinge deep inside herself, near the core of her being. Her second orgasm hit her even as her body was absorbing the first. Amber screamed then, she had never experienced more than one at a time and she was totally unprepared for the intensity of the feelings.

"That's right slut, cum for mummy," Fire grunted. The words sounded far away to Amber. More of an echo than actual words. She felt as if she were drowning in a sea of red, the waves rising higher and higher to assail her sanity. A third hit her and then a fourth, by then she was lost, mewling and moaning and crying out incoherently. Fire laughed and held Amber's hair tightly, keeping the small blonde's face to the camera as it contorted with each new shock.

Amber became lost in that sea of pleasure, her mind spun away and she lost the ability to distinguish reality. To her reality was the heady waves that smashed into her they were all that were real. She rode them now, no longer fighting but letting them take her where they would. When she came back to herself she was immediately aware of the fact that Fire was still driving the big dildo into her aching pussy. Her Domme had released her hair and was now holding tightly her hips. The strokes were no longer long and even but short and jerky. Amber processed that information slowly but eventually realized that Fire was about to cum. She felt the big woman's tits on her back as Fire fell forward gasping quietly as her orgasm rocked her. For a long time they stayed like that. Amber felt her inner muscles clutching and releasing around the huge dildo. They were both bathed in sweat and breathing heavily. At last Fire stirred and pulled the dildo out. It made and obscene slurping sound that caused Amber to cringe. She was aware of Fire moving behind her and strained to see over her shoulder but she could not. When fire reentered her vision she was no longer wearing the strap on. She moved to the camera and picked it up then walked around Amber slowly. She spent a good deal of time behind her, out of sight. When she walked back she took it off her shoulder. "You have been very good babydoll," she said in her nice voice. Amber smiled weakly at the praise. Fire put the camera down and went about releasing Amber from the bench. When she tried to stand she started to fall but Fire's strong arm wrapped around her tiny waist and held her up. "Are you all right?" Fire asked. "Yes, just having trouble with my legs," Amber slurred. Her tongue felt thick and she was having trouble forming complete thoughts. A powerful aftershock wracked her small frame. Fire picked her up easily and carried her to the bathroom where she took a warm wet cloth and cleaned her up. She quickly showered while Amber sat on the toilet regaining her composure. When Fire emerged from the hot shower she motioned for Amber to get in. Amber showered quickly, the hot water felt good but she was not really able to enjoy it. Her mind was returning to the things she had done and the things that had been done to her. She got out of the shower and meekly allowed her new lover to towel her dry. The big woman went to her dresser and rummages around before tossing a negligee' to Amber. It was big on her but not as big as one of Fire's would have been. Amber wondered whom it belonged to and was surprised to feel a tinge of jealousy. Fire pulled on a blue silk nightgown and turned back the covers. She took Amber's hand and pulled her gently to the bed. Amber snuggled under the cool satin sheets and then felt Fire's arm abound her waist. The big woman pulled her tightly to her body and kissed her cheek. "Sleep little one, tomorrow is a big day for you," she cooed. Amber closed her eyes and snuggled back against the warm body of her Domme and knew no more.



Fire Alarm in the Girls' Dorm



The bed in Janice's dorm room was narrow. It forced their naked bodies close. That was fine with Kyle, it increased the intimacy. As they spooned together, Kyle's arm draped across her waist and fondled the bottom of her left breast. His face pressed into the hair at her neck and inhaled the wonderful aroma. His erect penis rested in the crack of her ass.

Janice's hand reached back and gently massaged his hip and bare ass. She made a slight rolling motion with her butt that applied pleasurable pressure to his cock. Kyle smiled and responded by adding his own motion to match hers.

As they grew more aroused, the pace of their lovemaking increased. Kyle moved his palm to her nipple and barely touched it with small circular movements. She inhaled sharply and it forced her breast more firmly against his palm. The nipple was engorged and hard. Janice slid her hand from his hip to his balls. Kyle kissed her neck in appreciation and nibbled her earlobe.

The heat continued to rise and their touching became more frenzied. Kyle moved his hand from her breast to the sensitive area at the top of her pubic hair. Janice shifted position and separated her legs. He took advantage of the opening and moved his penis from her ass to between her legs. The tip of his cock nestled in the bottom of her pubic hair. Their rocking motion made it slide along the surface of her vagina.

His fingers slowly entered her thick and damp pubic hair as if on a safari. Janice's body tensed and her breathing deepened. She bit her lower lip and concentrated on the building pleasure. She loved how Kyle gently worked her body and didn't just come in a groping rush.

As Kyle's fingers started to probe her swollen pussy lips, she was building to a quick climax. The combination of his body pressed tight against her, his cock thrusting between her legs, his tongue in her ear and his talented fingers were overwhelming her senses. 

She grabbed a handful of sheets, gyrated her entire body and said through clenched teeth, "Now Kyle, now."

He knew what she wanted and slid his fingers through the wet folds of her vagina and found her hard clitoris. It was like stepping on the accelerator. Within seconds, her climax burst forth in waves. Janice's body bucked against his hand. Her insides melted like warm butter and a blissful glow spread through her body.

While she was still in orgasmic reverie, Kyle rolled her willing body over and spread her legs. He got between them and aligned his penis. As his cock touched her pussy, he leaned forward and gave her a kiss. Lost in passion and delight, Janice gave the slightest feathery response.

As she lay docilely beneath him, Kyle pushed slowly into her. He enjoyed the tightness and the warmth and the extreme wetness. If possible, his penis got harder and larger. He was very close and began moving his hips to pump in and out. Janice smiled, but made only the barest of moves. Within a few strokes, Kyle felt his passion rising beyond control. Janice started to squirm as she built to another orgasm. He pumped madly and then jammed as deep into her as he could, rocking her body. He breathed out in a moan, climaxed, and shot strong spurts into Janice. She experienced a second smaller, but nonetheless, satisfying orgasm, 

He held the position on his elbows for a few seconds then lowered himself on top of her. They were both spent and satisfied.

After a few minutes, Kyle whispered in her ear, "You're the best, doll." He rolled off her and they both drifted into a deep and restful sleep.

Kyle dreamt the alarm clock was going off. He ignored it and turned over. Janice bolted upright next to him and said, "Oh my gawd! It's a fire alarm!" She was immediately awake and out of bed.

Her naked body raced to the door and opened it a crack. The fire alarm wailed in the hall and the lights flashed. She closed the door and flicked on the lights. "Get up Kyle, we've got to go."

He was still lying in bed. He kept his eyes closed and tried to return to sleep. "Nah, it's probably a false alarm. They'll turn it off in a second." Kyle wasn't one to awake easily, especially not from a deep and short sleep. He pulled the pillow over his head to shut out the noise.

Janice was in frenzy. She was at her bureau pulling out night clothes. She grabbed a pale blue baby doll nightie and pulled on the panties. As she moved, she repeated, "Kyle, get up."

From under the pillow, he said, "You go, I'll stay here"

Janice pulled the pillow off his head and shook him. He opened his eyes and saw her beautiful tits hanging over his face. He had a last thought that maybe this really was a dream.

"We can't stay here." Janice insisted. "The Resident Assistants check each room to make sure they're clear. Besides, it might be a real fire." She tugged on his arm.

Kyle gave up and swung his legs onto the floor. Seeing progress, Janice returned to dressing and slipped the silky baby doll over her head. The lace trim just reached the middle of her buttocks. Kyle rested his head in his hands and looked around groggily for his clothes.

As he reached for his jeans, Janice said, "Shit!"

Kyle looked up and saw the panicked expression on her face.

"They can't see you in the dorm," she said in a tight voice. "You know it's against the rules to stay overnight."

Kyle knew, because each time he stayed over, they had to go through the ruse of pretending to sign him out by the eleven o'clock deadline and then sneaking him back in. Still, he didn't think getting caught was a big deal. Janice obviously did.

"I'll get in all sorts of trouble." she said as her mind raced. The clanging alarm added to the urgency and didn't help her thinking. Janice got an idea and moved to the closet. She grabbed a long nightgown and handed it to Kyle. "Here, put this on."

He took it and stared at it in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Put it on." she insisted. "We'll pretend you're one of the girls and no one will notice in the confusion."

"Are you crazy?" he said and dropped the gown on the bed. "I'm not putting that on." He reached again for his jeans. 

She stopped his hand and sat beside him. Her eyes were watering. "Please, Kyle. I could really, really get in a lot of trouble." She pleaded. "It's the only way."

He looked around trying to think of an alternative. "It'll never work. Everyone will see my face, honey."

She thought for a second, and then said, "I got it!" She bounced up and grabbed a large sweatshirt from a hook. "If you wear this over it and pull the hood up, no one will see your head."

Kyle hesitated. He was still groggy and having trouble thinking. Janice took his hand and squeezed. "Please."

He grimaced, but stood up and reached for the nightgown.

"Thank you, thank you." she leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll never forget this." 

"Yah, neither will I." Kyle mumbled as he pulled the satiny, feminine nightgown over his head. 'The things I do for love.' he thought to himself.

Before he had a chance to reconsider, Janice moved to get the rest of their clothes. She peeked out the door. "Hurry up, darling. Everyone is leaving and the RA's are starting to check rooms."

The gown draped easily over his body and reached to his mid-calf. He slipped on the sweatshirt and pulled the hood over his head. Fortunately, the baggy style of the over-sized sweatshirt had lots of room. He looked in the mirror and, when pulled tight, the hood provided good concealment.

He didn't have time for further review. Janice tugged on his sleeve and said, "We gotta go while there's still a crowd. Put these on." She handed him fluffy pink slippers. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, but slipped them on his feet.

Janice put her hand in the small of his back and urged him to the door. She had put on a long cotton bathrobe to cover the revealing baby doll pajamas. It had only been minutes since the alarm first sounded. As they were about to enter the corridor, Janice stopped him and urgently said, "Wait. You need underwear. Your penis is showing."

Kyle looked down and saw the tell-tale bulge through the nightgown. Janice stepped to her bureau.

"Where's my boxers?" he asked.

"They won't work. They're too loose. Use these." she said holding out a pair of her panties.

"No way!" Kyle said in a loud voice. "I'll die first."

"Shhh, keep your voice down. Don't be silly. They're just underwear." Janice insisted. She dropped to her knees and lifted his foot. "These are tight enough to keep you in place." Before he could protest further, she was snapping them around his waist.

Taken off guard by her quick action, Kyle was appalled. However, a small part of him was aroused. Especially when Janice slipped her hand inside the panties, grabbed his penis and pushed it down between his legs. She smoothed the material and gave his balls an extra squeeze. His penis jumped.

Before he could fathom what the hell was going on, Janice had pulled him into the corridor.

They were among the last to leave. The Resident Assistants were encouraging the other stragglers and barely gave them a glance. Janice's room was on the eighth floor of a ten-floor high-rise. They headed toward the emergency stairwell.

Janice was behind him and whispered, "Keep your head down."

He didn't need the reminder. His nerves were in a high state of anxiety. He tried to make himself invisible and shrink into the clothes. For once, it worked to his advantage to be neither particularly tall, nor well-built. His thin frame and smallish size blended in among the coeds.

When they entered the stairway, it was packed. The lower floors were still emptying and they moved at a snail's pace. They pushed into the crowd, and Janice positioned herself on the stair above and directly behind him. Kyle was immediately claustrophobic. He didn't want to touch anyone and risk being discovered. However, in the crowded confines, it was virtually impossible to avoid incidental contact. The extreme vulnerability of his situation began to dawn on him as they inched forward. It was one thing to be caught after hours in the girls dorm, it was quite another to be caught in this embarrassing attire.

With his head tucked down, he got a close look at the complete outfit for the first time. During the rush in the room, he had just yanked on the clothes. He was stunned to see he was covered in pink from head to toe. In addition to the fluffy and girlish slippers, the flimsy nightgown was a pale pink with a lacy champagne trim at the edges and along the side slits. The cotton sweatshirt was a deeper pink with a bunny appliqué on the front. Kyle couldn't see the panties. However, if the color was as feminine as the feel on his body, pink was a definite possibility. 

If he'd seen Janice in these clothes, he would have been attracted. Now, he just felt ill. Fully awake, he realized this was a very bad idea. He thought he should have taken his chances hiding in the room. He was determined to get through this and out of here as soon as possible. 

In examining the feminine clothes, Kyle had lost focus on his surroundings. Now, Janice tapped his shoulder and said, "Keep moving, Callie. Don't be scared. It'll be all right."

A space had opened in front of him and he moved quickly to close the gap. The last thing he wanted to do was attract attention. When he caught up, he shot a glance at Janice and mouthed the question, "Callie?"

She shrugged and whispered, "I couldn't very well call you Kyle." He knew she was right, but stewed angrily anyway. He blamed her for talking him into this. 

Kyle felt as though everyone was staring at him. He furtively scanned the stairway to confirm his suspicions. They all seemed to be involved in their own thoughts. Some were plodding ahead half asleep. Fortunately, the girl right next to him seemed to be in that category. Others were chatting with their neighbors or bitching loudly about the slow pace.

Relaxing a little after seeing that no one was concerned with him, he looked at the girls more closely. A few had on complete outfits, as though they had just returned home at this late hour. However, as expected, most of the girls were only semi-dressed. A few had sweat pants or traditional pajamas with pants. Some of those were only partially buttoned and revealed glimpses of their breasts. Many had on sexier, lingerie-type sleep wear. The sleepyhead next to him was one. She had pulled on a short robe that barely covered her butt. Through the translucent lace, Kyle could discern the outlines of her skimpy underwear. Her bare legs seemed to stretch forever. 

He became aroused. Once his mind started down this path, he couldn't stop. Kyle examined every girl within view. It was like reading the Victoria's Secret catalogue. Only these models were in the flesh. And very close.

An overwhelming feminine scent permeated the air. The heady mixture of perfume, powder, soap and lotion was intoxicating. Perhaps it was his male imagination, but there was also a hint of sex. The unique, but undefinable, essence of sensuous arousal. His growing penis stretched against the tight and smooth fabric of his panties.

Kyle felt increasingly aware of the close quarters. He was crushed within feet of dozens of half-dressed coeds. Even though some weren't particularly attractive, and most were unkempt from just waking up, it didn't matter. He felt a sexual heat emanating from the crowd. It was like he was in a harem. His body reacted accordingly. His fear of being discovered was losing ground to his appreciation of their proximity. As they continued down, he fixated on certain of the more naked girls.

Apparently, Janice noticed. "If you keep gawking, Callie, I'm going to pull off your hood and leave you here." she whispered a little too loudly in his ear.

His eyes went wide and he swung to face her. He saw a smile on her lips and what he hoped was a friendly, teasing glint in her eyes. The girl next to Janice looked over curiously. Before she had a chance to examine him too closely, she was prodded ahead.

They had reached the fourth floor and the pace picked up. The crowd moved quickly the rest of the way to the lobby which was filled with departing girls and a number of administrators. Kyle held back. Unlike the students, who were all looking ahead; these managers were looking straight at them. The crowd pushed him forward. 

The head Resident Manager stood by the door. She was a tall red head who Kyle knew from joking with her at the desk. His knees started to get weak with fear of recognition. He ducked his head further. She was waving her arm and said, "Come on, girls. Let's move it, let's move it."

As he passed her, she brushed her hand on his arm to move him through the door. His body tensed and he felt an urgent need to piss. Then, he was through the door, beyond the gauntlet and into freedom.

The courtyard was filled with hundreds of milling coeds. It was a sea of frills and skin to be negotiated undetected. Fortuitously, the approaching sirens of the fire trucks caused most to turn their heads toward the road. Taking advantage of the diversion, and making sure not to lose Beverly, he moved them through the crowd to an empty space near the woods. Somewhat safe for the first time since leaving the bedroom, Les felt a modicum of relief. He realized his entire body was wound taut and made a conscious effort to relax.

Janice clinched his arm and bubbled, "That was so great! We did it!" Her earlier fear was gone. It was typical. Her mood could change in an instant. She leaned in, grabbed his face and gave him a hot kiss under the pink hood. She was apparently oblivious to the fact that with his attire, others might perceive it as a lesbian lip-lock. Janice was on an adrenaline high. She could be an excitement junkie in normal circumstances; always wanting to try new or illicit things and push the envelope. It was one of the things he loved about her. This unexpected crisis and the chance of getting caught had clearly given her a rush. 

"Maybe it was great for you. I was scared shitless." Kyle said.

She waved away his concerns. "You loved it. I saw how you were undressing all those girls with your eyes. I bet you even got a hard-on." She reached down quickly and grabbed his penis. He jumped. The scary exit had deflated him somewhat, but he was clearly still excited. "I knew it." She exclaimed proudly, rubbing his balls roughly through the sheer fabric. "Or maybe you just like the panties." She said with a coquettish grin and squeezed his penis. 

Kyle backed away. There was no talking to her when she got in this state. Now that she was beyond the fear of being caught in her room, this was turning into a big lark for her. There was no telling how far she'd go.

He had fantasized about sex in public. But it was never in this type of crowded situation and never with him dressed in these compromising clothes. To change the subject, he said, "I've got to go take a piss. Wait right here and then we'll figure out what we're doing next."

She gave him a disappointed pout and said, "Party pooper." As he headed into the woods, she called after him with a devilish smile, "Don't mess your panties, Callie."

Kyle just shook his head. She was having way to good of a time at his expense. 

Watching him depart, Janice smiled broadly to herself. He was such a great sport. Most guys would have freaked and ruined everything. She'd have to make it up to him later. When he disappeared into the dark, she turned and eyed the crowd. She saw a couple of girlfriends, glanced toward the woods, then moved to join them.

Kyle went far enough to be out of sight, but not enough to be stumbling in the dark. The last thing he needed was to twist an ankle. He really had to piss. He reached under the sweatshirt and nightgown and tried to free his penis. Not being used to all the material, he kept fumbling in the semi-darkness and couldn't get it out of the way. He finally gave up and squatted down. He pulled the panties down his thighs and jacked up the nightie so it was out of the way. His cock sprung free and almost immediately started to piss. Despite the humiliating position, the relief was wonderful.

Remembering Janice's admonition not to soil the panties, Kyle waited extra long to drain the last drops and shook his penis vigorously. He saw his panties up close for the first time. They weren't pink, but they certainly weren't much better. They were a sheer nylon type material in a subtle white and green floral pattern. There was a little bow at the waist and feminine trim at the high cut, leg openings. Janice had been wrong earlier. They were way more than 'just underwear'. They were sexy and erotic. He remembered the first time he had removed them from Janice. The thought gave him a pleasant shiver. 

He stood and pulled them up over his ass and straightened them into place. The erotic touch on his skin, and the memory association of Janice filling them out in all her glory, stirred him. Standing there in the sleek and girlish nightgown with her panties tight around his penis, he caught a scent of Janice from her clothes. He stopped a minute, closed his eyes and thought about the great sex they had just consummated hours earlier. A cool breeze swept up his legs and cooled his bare thighs shaking him back to reality. He found he was gently stroking his penis. With difficulty, he remembered the precarious situation and got control of his emotions. If he didn't get his semi-erect penis tucked between his legs now, he wouldn't be able to. He wasn't sure what the next plan was, but a most unladylike erection bulging from his nightie certainly wouldn't help. 

With his wayward penis back in place, he returned to the courtyard and discovered Janice was gone. "Damn," he thought. "Can't that girl follow instructions just one time?" His eyes searched the crowd to locate her. In this get-up, he couldn't just wander around looking for her. Neither could he call her name or wave his arms. He didn't want that kind of attention. Kyle couldn't believe a night that had started so well was getting worse and worse. He was getting cold. The thin nightgown was little protection against the chill. He pulled the sweatshirt down to cover his butt and crossed his legs for warmth.




Fire Alarm in the Girls' Dorm



A few minutes later, someone made an announcement at the door to the dorm. There was a little cheer and the girls prepared to head back in. Kyle's spirits lifted when he saw Janice separate from the crowd and head toward him. They immediately sank when he noticed someone was coming with her. The girl was wearing dark blue, athletic sweatpants and a tight white t-shirt. He recognized the tall blond as Veronica, one of Janice's friends. His heart raced and he almost turned to flee, but there was nowhere to go. He looked desperately at his clothes to see if there was anything he could do to make them appear more masculine, but there was no chance. Too much pink and frills and silk and lace. The girls were on him in a second.

"There you are," Janice said smiling, as if everything were perfectly normal. "They've decide it was a false alarm."

"Hi, Kyle," Veronica added. "Or should I call you, Bunny?"

He was puzzled.

Veronica pointed at the cute bunnies on the sweatshirt. "Love your shirt. It goes well with your nigthie."

Kyle blushed with every fiber of his being. "Very funny, Ronnie." He was mortified and furious. He turned to Janice and said slowly through gritted teeth, "Why did you tell her?"

Janice's face took on a quizzical expression and she said with a small shrug, "She's my best friend." As if that explained everything.

He clenched his fists, looked at the sky and cursed, "Women."

Veronica said, "Careful, girl. You shouldn't be talking like that the way you're dressed tonight."

Placing a hand on his arm to soothe him, Janice said, "Don't be angry. She's here to help us."

Looking at Veronica's androgynous outfit, Kyle asked hopefully, "Great, is she going to trade clothes?" 

"You wish. I'm not giving you my clothes." Veronica snapped. "Besides, I think you look pretty in pink." 

Janice intervened, "Kyle, you still need those clothes as a disguise. Ronnie's going to help us get back in."

"I'm not going back in. I barely got out alive."

"Of course you are. You can't stay out here."

Kyle thought for a moment and said, "You go in and bring out my clothes. Then you can sneak me in as usual."

"That'll take too long. Look, you're already cold." Janice reasoned. "Besides, they'll be too many people in the lobby until they get the alarm fixed."

Veronica looked toward the door. "If this is going to work, we have to go soon while there's still a crowd."

Kyle followed her gaze. "This won't work. They're checking people at the door."

"Of course, it will work." Janice insisted. "They're not checking close. They know nobody brought IDs. They're just making sure no guys sneak in with the girls."

Kyle glared at her, "What do you think I would be doing?"

"But you're not dressed like a guy. They'll just think you're one of the girls."

"You do look pretty girlish, Kyle." Veronica added helpfully.

He was not eager to tempt fate a second time and thought desperately. "Go back in and throw my clothes out the window. I'll just sleep out here."

Janice looked stunned. "I am not throwing your clothes out the window. They'll get caught in a tree or something. And you're not sleeping out here. You'll freeze, or get arrested. This is the only way, Kyle."

Before he could argue, Veronica said, "God. We're just wasting time." She grabbed him by the arm and moved toward the door. 

Not having a good alternative and not wanting to create an attention-grabbing scene, he didn't resist. His stomach started doing flips. This was crazy. Approaching the door, Kyle pulled the pink hood tighter around his face and tried to do his best imitation of how a coed walked. To his disbelief, in the interest of survival, he actually concentrated on making his hips sway.

Janice noticed the attempt and restrained a giggle. "Stay between us and we'll block the view of the RA's." she spoke into his ear.

Veronica played on the basketball team. She was strong, as well as tall. With her leading the way, they shouldered through the crowd so they wouldn't be the last people and, therefore, more visible. At the door, the RA's were doing a cursory scan. The one to Janice's right held the door, but seemed inattentive. On the left, the Resident Manager did a double take on Kyle as he passed. She appeared about to look closer, when Ronnie peeled off and asked her a diversionary question about the alarm.

Kyle and Janice continued on and got lost in the mass of girls waiting for the elevator. He thought the stairs might be safer, but he wasn't going to risk talking to suggest it. He was back to marking nervous time amid dozens of chatty coeds. Soon, Veronica re-appeared next to them. When each elevator arrived, the giggling mass surged forward and jammed on. Kyle was jostled by hips and breasts and asses. He was scared, but in the party atmosphere, no one seemed to care about all the touching and the contact.

After a couple of missed attempts, Veronica again took charge. She maneuvered them in front of a door. When it opened, she pushed them on. Kyle grabbed the back corner and pulled Janice in front of him. Ronnie positioned herself to his left. As others fought on, they were packed in tightly. When the doors finally closed and everyone faced forward, Kyle thought he might actually make it safely back to Janice's room.

He leaned against the back wall. He was determined not to think about all the scantily clad females and their panties and bare legs and perfume and tits jammed within inches of him and his very un-female penis. The not thinking part didn't work.

With so many people, the buttons for every floor were pressed. It would be a slow ascent. At the second floor, there was much jostling, playful shouting and giggling as people shifted around to let girls exit. 'What's with the constant giggling?' Kyle wondered. Guys didn't laugh this much when they were dead drunk.

His thoughts were disrupted because Janice leaned back and moved her butt into him. Neither the thin material of his nightgown, nor her robe did much to separate them. In fact, it emphasized the stimulating touch of the material on their skin. Kyle assumed the contact was inadvertent. He quickly changed his mind when Janice nonchalantly, but deliberately, began to rotate her ass. It ground provocatively into his groin. 

Janice was excited again and back in a playful mood. She continued the subtle gyrations. No one else suspected, but Kyle winced at her game. He bit his lip and hoped she wouldn't carry it too far. He tried to turn his hips to break the direct contact, but Janice kept him pinned.

Kyle was simultaneously afraid to be noticed and thrilled by the teasing sensation. He wanted to ring her neck. At the same time, he wanted to reach around and grab her tits. He settled for standing as still as a statue and enduring until they reached the eighth floor and this delicious torture would be over.

By the fourth floor, Veronica noticed what was going on and smiled at Kyle's discomfit. Between the fourth and fifth floors, she decided to join the fun. She reached her right hand behind Kyle and pinched his ass. 

Surprised, Kyle muffled a yell and thrust his hips forward to escape. Janice didn't expect it and was bumped into the heavy-set girl in front of her. She apologized and thinking Kyle had done it intentionally, forcefully pushed her hips back and said, "Stop horsing around, Callie."

This caused several girls to look in his direction. He kept his face toward the wall and the hood mostly blocked their view. When they turned back toward the front, Ronnie leaned and whispered so both of them could hear, "Callie. Is that her pet name?" Kyle looked up at her with venom in his eyes. Veronica smiled mischievously. He thanked god his college was three hours away. Perhaps word of this whole humiliating experience would never reach that campus.

Ronnie's hand was still between Kyle and the wall. It rested open-palmed on his ass. As they looked at each other, she began to move her fingers in an attempt to pull up the back of his nightgown. He grimaced and she could barely contain her laughter. As the nightie climbed his legs, Kyle tried to push her persistent hand away. For the first time, he appreciated how unwanted groping felt. He finally got hold of Veronica's wrist and kept her from disrobing him. She released the material, but kept her hand on his ass. He figured this was as good a compromise as he could get in the situation and let go of her wrist. She nodded slightly, and then turned her face forward. Staring straight ahead, Ronnie almost instantly started to playfully squeeze his butt. In almost any other situation, Kyle would have loved such attention from an attractive girl. Now, he just closed his eyes and tolerated it, praying for the elevator to move faster.

Janice sensed something was going on behind her, but from her position couldn't see anything. Unaware of the nature of Ronnie's hijinks, she resumed her own erotic movements. It felt good to her and she enjoyed teasing Kyle when he was in this once-in-a-lifetime predicament. 

Being sexually assaulted front and back, Kyle couldn't help but get hard, despite his best mental resistance. He promised himself that if he got out of this alive, he would swear off women forever. 

At each floor, the crowd was thinning, but it was the longest elevator ride of his life. Kyle was sweating. As they approached the eighth floor, Ronnie dropped her hand down his ass and moved toward his engorged cock tucked between his legs. Just as the doors opened, she reached the tip and gave it flick with her fingernail. His prick jumped in the panties and Kyle almost jumped off the elevator.

As they looked back, Veronica waved and said loudly, "You girls have fun tonight. Let's do this threesome again soon."

As the doors closed, girls in the hall and on the elevator covered their mouths and looked at them with wide eyes. Kyle thought, 'She's the devil.'

Janice asked, "What was going on back there?"

Kyle rolled his eyes and whispered, "You tell me. She's your crazy friend."

Fortunately, Janice's room was in the other direction from the girls in the hall. Kyle made for the room like it was a foxhole in battle. When they stepped inside, he closed the door firmly and locked both locks. He wished there could be twenty more to keep the world out. He closed his eyes, leaned tiredly against the door and tried to regain his senses.

The combination of fear-driven tension and sexual sensory overload had been both energizing and enervating. The close proximity of so many, barely-dressed, nubile coeds; the prospect of being caught; the tactile clothes he had on; and the girls' elevator caresses had his adrenaline and hormones pumping. Kyle needed a few minutes to get his mind around it all and re-establish his balance. He blindly reached between his legs through the nightgown material and freed his uncomfortably trapped penis to an erect position stretching the front of his panties.

Janice had no intention of wasting time on thinking. She engulfed Kyle with a full-body kiss. Her arms went around his neck and her lips crushed his. Her excited nipples pressed into his chest and her hips and loins joined his. She was in a hyper-active state.

Kyle grabbed her arms and attempted to peel her off. "Janice, stop that. I'm furious with you! I could have been humiliated and you were playing around."

She momentarily stopped her assault. Pushing her hair behind her ears, Janice said, "I know, baby, I know. I'm sorry. I really am. It was just so exciting I couldn't control myself! You were so great. And knowing you had a hard-on and it was just sexy panties between us. And it was in public. I wanted to grab you and fuck your brains out since the minute we entered the stairs." She again leaned in and this time her tongue pressed between his lips. Her hands started to stroke his arms. Staring passionately into his eyes, Janice said, "I'll make it up to you. I promise."

Maybe it was her aggressive sexual advance or simply his physical reaction to the contact, but Kyle's anger was quickly dissipating. It was replaced with a strong desire that had been building for the last hour. So much for his short-lived commitment to swear off women. As Janice nibbled his neck and planted kisses on his ear, Kyle capitulated, "OK, we'll talk about it tomorrow."

Janice continued to grope and hug Kyle against the door. Through the tangle of arms, he managed to pull the pink sweatshirt over his head and drop it on the floor. While returning kisses and trying to keep up with her fevered attack, he started on taking off the nightgown and said, "Let me get out of these clothes." Janice stopped him.

"Not so quick." she said with a salacious look in her eyes. She started to rub his chest through the soft material. "No sense wasting this opportunity. Let's go with it and see what happens."

Kyle felt slightly uncomfortable. "I'd rather take them off." 

"Oh, we'll take them off. We just don't need to rush." she said talking into his neck as her hands shifted to trace the feminine neckline of the nightgown on his back. "You've already been wearing them for an hour. What's a few more minutes?" Janice cajoled.

Kyle had doubts about making love while wearing women's lingerie, but he was succumbing to her ministrations. He managed to stammer, "I...I don't know."

She covered his lips with hers and whispered, "What does it matter what you're wearing, we're all alone now. And your penis sure seems to like the idea." As she said this, Janice moved her hand to rest on his cock. It was fully erect.

Kyle didn't know if that was due to wearing panties, her exotic suggestions or the increasing heat of their foreplay. However, he couldn't deny that he was fully aroused and that the erotic attire could be contributing. As he tried to sort his emotions to get a handle on the situation, he had to admit that the soft touch of the panties and nightgown were enhancing the sensuous feel of their foreplay.

As he debated with himself, she was massaging his body with the clear intention of having her way with him as he was dressed. His mind wasn't sure what to do, but his libido was screaming that it wanted everything she could give.

He made a last attempt at resistance. "Why don't we just have regular sex?"

In a hot and throaty voice, she breathed into his ear, "This isn't a regular night. This is a night for exploration and discovery."

His overloaded senses precluded any further rational thought. Kyle decided to take her advice and just go with it. He gave up on thinking and turned his attention to their lovemaking.

Instead of verbalizing his decision, Kyle reached out and removed the cotton robe from her shoulders. She smiled and shivered at his willingness to add a new and unplanned dimension to their sexual repertoire. The robe dropped to the floor and revealed the short baby doll nightgown. Kyle had a special weakness for baby doll nighties. The combination of implied innocence and naughty revelation made him weak at the knees.

Janice was a lovely vision in pale blue. Her erect breasts pulled the fabric taut across her nipples. Each movement created a stimulating friction. As she watched Kyle's gaze focus on her breasts, Janice arched her back and sent them closer toward his face. The motion caused the front of the baby doll to rise above the bikini panties. They were drenched from her excitement.

The visual treat and the damp evidence of her arousal notched Kyle's craving even higher. Taking the offensive, his right hand grazed her breast in tender strokes while his left cupped her butt and pulled her panties against his erection.

Janice seemed to have other plans. "You relax. I'll take the lead." She reached out and turned off the light. Taking his hand, she led him to the bed in the darkness. She guided him to lie on his side facing the wall and moved in to spoon behind him. Reversing their position of several hours ago, Janice draped her arm across his waist and fondled his chest through the silky fabric of the nightgown. Her face nuzzled into his neck and tickled his hair with light kisses. She pressed her damp panties firmly against the crack of his ass.

For the past hour, Kyle had been yo-yoing between intense arousal and fear-induced deflation. Large levels of adrenaline and hormones were still coursing through his body. As he relaxed into their lovemaking, those substances did their work and his entire body was aflame with passion and sensation. With his libido set to erupt, he knew it would be a short trip to climax. Every move within the satiny cocoon of the nightgown and panties brought him closer. He reached back, fingered the lace of Janice's baby doll and gently massaged her hip and panty-clad ass. Kyle began a swaying motion with his butt that applied pleasurable pressure to her vagina. Janice responded by moving to match him.

With their mounting arousal, the pace of their lovemaking increased. Janice moved her hand to his thigh and slowly pulled the hem of his nightie up his leg. The material moving across his skin and the anticipation of what was next built his excitement. When Janice reached under the nightie and grabbed the inside of his bare thigh, Kyle inhaled sharply. His engorged penis began to pulse. He slid his hand from her hip to the front of her panties. Janice kissed his neck in appreciation and worked her hard nipples erotically into his back.

The heat continued to rise and their touching became more frenzied. Janice moved her hand from his thigh to rest on his penis. Kyle shifted position and raised his ass to allow the nightgown to be pulled up to his waist. She took advantage of the change to position her vagina against his hipbone and shifted to a humping motion that applied heavenly pressure along the full, wet lips of her pussy.

Her fingers danced along the surface of his panties to massage the length of his shaft and his tightly encased balls. Kyle's body tensed and his breathing quickened. The concentration and mix of stimuli was overwhelming his senses. He bit his lower lip and focused on the building pleasure. 

Janice's fingers teased the sensitive area beneath the crown of his penis. The combination of her gyrating body pressed tight against him, her lusty smell in his nostrils and his cock being worked beyond endurance in the sexy panties was more than he could tolerate. 

He said through clenched teeth, "Oh Janice, now."

She knew what he wanted. Janice reached inside the panties, enveloped his cock in her fingers and placed her index finger on the tip of his penis. Using his precum as lubricant, she squeezed and pressed in quick pumps. Within seconds, his climax burst forth in shots. Kyle's body bucked against her hand. His mind whirled and lights flashed. His entire body stiffened as if electrified. 

Janice was thrilled she had manipulated his body to such a shattering climax. However, her desire didn't allow time to gloat. While Les was lost in orgasmic reverie, Janice rolled his willing body over and positioned his legs. She straddled them and aligned her vagina with his deflating penis. As their mutually soaked panties touched, she leaned forward and gave him a kiss. Immersed in passion and delight, Kyle gave the slightest response.

Janice loved to be sitting on top of him and in control. She felt somehow wicked and strong. As Kyle lay spent and docile beneath her, she removed her panties. Then, she started to move her dripping pussy along his panties to feel his penis on her lips. The moisture enhanced the stimulation. She moved slowly at first to feel the full range of delightful friction. Beneath her, Kyle smiled and made the barest of moves. 

As hot and eager as she was, Janice wanted to stretch this glorious sensation. Continuing the rocking motion, she moved her hands to her breasts and squeezed them tightly to double her pleasure. She closed her eyes, put her head back and breathed deeply through her mouth.




Fire Alarm in the Girls' Dorm



Watching this, Kyle began to recover. He moved his hands to her hips and rubbed slightly in time with her movements. His reservoir of desire seemed endless tonight. His penis made its fastest recovery ever and stiffened.

Without looking, Janice's vagina could sense the change. She smiled and pressed down more firmly. He responded and grew to complete erection. Janice lifted her body and pulled aside the dainty, floral panties to free his again rock hard member. She guided his hands to her breasts and rested hers on his shoulders. His thumbs pressed her nipples and applied pressure. 

She lowered herself until her vagina rested at the tip of his penis. His hips strained up to penetrate the folds of her warm and wet invitation. Janice toyed with him for a moment and then slowly impaled herself. Her soft and flooded lips opened to take him completely in. She moaned at the feeling of fullness. She settled there for a second and then slowly rocked sideways from cheek to cheek.

The movement was driving Kyle mad. He began to thrust, but she stilled him. Kyle accepted that she would control their actions. 

Janice had never been so aggressive and determined to be in charge of their lovemaking. It felt different. It felt good. She stretched out to lay forward on top of him and placed her clitoris where it would get direct pressure. After the extended build up, it was the final thing she needed. She could sense her orgasm rising. While Kyle passively followed her lead, she began to fuck him hard. She pumped. He moaned. If possible, her clitoris got larger and harder. It drove her even more.

Within a few strokes, Janice felt her passion rise beyond control. Kyle started to squirm as his penis built to another orgasm. Janice was at the edge. She pumped wildly and exploded in a deep animal spasm of delight. A cry of triumph and satisfaction that echoed down the hall burst from her lips. Her pussy was in full flow and the contractions sending shivers of joy through her body tightened on Kyle's penis. He clenched his hands and experienced a second, smaller, but satisfying orgasm.

Janice lay on top of Kyle enjoying the buzz and listening to the racing beat of her heart. They were sweaty, exhausted and satiated. After a few minutes, she whispered in his ear, "You're the best, doll." She let him slip out and rolled off him. 

With three orgasms, Kyle knew this had been the sexiest night of his life. As he drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep, he just hoped he would never hear another fire alarm.

Lying next to him in a blissful, post-orgasmic glow, Janice knew this had been the sexiest night of her life. She ran her hand over the pink nightgown still covering his chest. As she drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep, she hoped that the next time he slept over there'd be another fire alarm.



Fire and Ash



Fire and Ash

WHOOMP!

Something cut through my usual early morning deep sleep. I struggled awake, fumbling on the night stand for my glasses, trying to focus barely open eyes, trying to make sense of the odd light against the window. Only then did I hear the shouting and the crackling.

I got up, put a robe on even as I pushed back the drapes; the house across the street was afire.

I rushed to my front door and out on the porch. The house was completely engulfed and a fire truck was just coming up the street. Several of the neighbors stood in the street; Gary Miller was spraying his house with a hose and shouting something -- I don't know what, and Ashley Ward was standing on my lawn, watching her house collapse in on itself. The only thing left to the firemen was dousing the remaining flames and embers.

I called Ashley to my porch; she was in complete shock; ashen, shaking, clutching herself. She was in a robe and slippers; pajama legs showing below the robe. Her eyes were wide and her lips apart, as if to say something, but nothing came out.

A fireman asked if she was the homeowner and all she could do was nod. When he asked her name, Ashley just whispered a reply. He told her someone would be talking to her in a bit. I told him she'd be in my house.

I took her in and started a pot of coffee. As we waited I asked what had happened.

"I don't really know. The smoke alarm woke me ... what a god-awful noise ... there was smoke everywhere ... I just grabbed my robe and slippers ... didn't even put them on until I was outside ... the heat , the heat was bad, so I came across the street ... Mack, my house is gone. Everything I own ... even my purse, car keys ... clothes." She hung her head for a moment; "What am I going to do?"

"For the moment, sit here and catch your breath. Have some coffee and I'll make us some eggs and toast; it's almost time for me to get up any way. You can stay here until your insurance company makes other arrangements, I'm sure they'll get right on it. Do you know who they are? We can call them now and get the process going."

"All of that is in my purse."

I studied her while I made breakfast. Oh, I'd seen her around the neighborhood, talked with her and her husband on occasion, but now in the morning light I had the time to really see her. Even disheveled and without makeup, you could see she was a handsome woman - not what some would call beautiful - but the sort that you were drawn to just the same. She looked to be in her forties, early probably. She had a lightly tanned face with a scattering of freckles over her nose and cheeks and small wrinkles at the corners of her lips. Brown hair with touches of red and a few gray ones mixed in over the top framed her face. When she looked up (and caught me looking) she gave me a slight smile, and little lines showed next to her gray eyes.

The doorbell rang as we were eating. A Fire Lieutenant asked if Ms. Ward was here, and I showed him to the kitchen and offered a cup of coffee, but he declined and just got to the business with Ashley.

Basically he wanted to know what happened - what she knew, what woke her.

She answered quietly but quickly and when they finished he asked if she had any questions.

"Just a couple: what do I do now? And my purse ... is there any chance we can find my purse?"

"Well ma'am, you'll have to find somewhere to stay, and of course notify your insurance carrier, as to your purse, what is it made of, and where would it be?"

"It's a leather bag, about twelve by eighteen inches. I left it on the vanity in my bedroom."

"I'll have someone look around. Where would your bedroom be in the house?"

"Left rear. There's a bathroom next to it."

Half an hour later a fireman was at the door with a very dirty looking handbag.

I spread newspaper on the table, and she put it down. Remarkably (or maybe not - it was leather) the contents were in good shape. A little water had gotten on a few things, but her wallet was undamaged - hell, even her phone worked.

She called the insurance company and they said they'd send out an adjuster later in the day and asked where she would be. She looked up at me, asking; "Where will I be when they come to the house?"

"Tell them you'll be here. It'll be easier to find you."

The next order of business was clothes - she didn't have anything but what she was wearing. I studied her again and then offered; "Well, my clothes won't fit you, but maybe we can find something to at least get you to a store. That is if you want to; maybe there's someone you would rather call. By the way, what about your husband? Is he away? Shouldn't you be calling him?"

"Jim? No, I won't be calling him. We divorced last year. I thought everyone around here knew that."

"Not me, but then I'm not part of the gossip circuit. Can I ask what happened?"

"Basically, he lost his job." She sighed and then added; "Truth be told - he lost his job because he was having an affair with one of the women in his office. Who just happened to be the boss's girlfriend. The boss kept the tramp and fired Jim. When I found out I kicked him out and filed. He didn't contest it and now he's in Dallas. I hope for his sake he keeps his zipper shut because he's getting too old to be fired again."

"What about you? What have you been doing since the divorce?"

"Just working at the VA. It's great therapy when you can throw yourself into helping others. You tend to forget your own problems - at least for a while. Which reminds me - I need to call in - tell them I'll be out for a couple days while I get this all sorted. I have plenty of personal time coming."

"Where do you work?"

"VA-I'm a counselor out there. Mostly I let the vets talk, but if there is something they need I help them contact the right people."

"Sounds important."

"I don't know about that, but every once in a while it feels like I made a difference for one of those guys. Then again-other days I feel like I did nothing at all."

We went to my closet and she found some jeans and a flannel shirt. I went back to the kitchen while she changed, and had just about finished the dishes when I heard an "Ahum!' behind me. She was standing in the doorway, one hand up on the jamb, the other on her hip in an exaggerated model's pose. "Well, do you think this will work?"

"I have to admit; I never looked so good in that shirt."

"Thank you sir. Compliments are always welcome. Even if they do stretch the truth a bit."

"I'm not the one stretching anything ..." Yeah ... at that point my brain went into dumb, and I couldn't think of anything to say. Well I did - but my tongue wouldn't work. Maybe she didn't have the waist I had, but her hips were stretching those pants pretty good. I turned back and poured another cup of coffee.

"What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?

"I told you I was old. Not as quick with the repartee as I once was."

"Well you may have some gray hair, but you saved me this morning. If you hadn't brought me in ... I might still be standing on the lawn."

"Nonsense! I'm sure any of the other neighbors would have helped."

"Not the married ones. The women are leery of having a divorcee near their husbands, and the men are scared of being seen alone with me."

"That's almost funny. When I had my divorce, the women kept trying to match me up with their single friends. And the men kept telling me the truth about them. You'll notice after a while they stopped trying."

"Why did you break up?"

"Well ..."

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. We're just talking to pass the time."

"It's kind of hard for me to say. Not because I don't want to talk about it, but I still don't understand all of it. Things were going along pretty good, I thought, and one day she says she's not happy and want's a divorce."

"How long had you been married?"

"Over twenty two years. She said she felt there was more for her than being married to me. I thought she was happy. Shows how much I know. I guess the signs were there for quite a while and I wasn't paying attention. She wanted me to move out, but I fought that - I'd been buying the house when I met her, and there was no way I'd give it up without a fight. We didn't have any kids, and the judge agreed with me. I did have to pay alimony for five years, but after that we were done."

"What happened to her?"

"Damned if I know or care. I'd send the checks to a post office box in San Francisco, never hear a word, just see they'd been cashed."

"What about you? What did you do?"

"Went to work, came home, mowed the lawn, worked on my truck. Rinse, repeat."

"That's it? You didn't wonder why?"

"Sure. But to understand something you need information, and I didn't have enough. I'd puzzle on it while I was mowing or wrenching, but after a year or so I gave up. While we were married she'd talk about wanting to paint or dance or other things. Since we didn't have kids, and I made good money, I paid for any classes she wanted. She'd go for a while - jazz dance lasted three weeks - then go to something else. She took up cooking - chef stuff - that lasted almost a year, and then one day she just quit. Meals at home never changed, same thing before, during and after."

We sat quietly for a while, just sipping our coffee. Every now and then I'd catch her studying me, but she wouldn't drop her eyes - just kept looking at me. It wasn't eerie or anything, she'd just look at me. Like she was studying my soul.

The knock on the door broke the mood, and when I answered the Lieutenant asked me to pass on that they were wrapping up. One truck would stay - watching for hot spots - but basically they were done.

We watched them drive away, leaving a pile of blackened wood and ash. A small spiral of smoke (or maybe steam) rose from one corner of the mess. A fireman pawed at it with an axe and then sprayed water. Her car sat safely in its garage, but the driveway was blocked.

I was surprised looking at my watch - it was nearly ten! I'd pulled her into my house before six.

"Do you want to wait for the adjuster or go get some clothes?"

"Clothes; the adjuster will call."

*****

Two hours at the mall and we'd just started shopping. She had me tagging along, giving an opinion on blouses or slacks, voting up or down on a few dresses, carrying packages as we went. By one I was hurting for lunch and finally convinced her even pack mules were fed.

Lunch was a cheerful time - she'd been able to forget about her house, and the clothes helped her mood, but oddly even with new jeans and a blouse she still wore my flannel shirt. It did look good on her.

While we ate I began noticing little things about her; the shape of an ear, a little wisp of blonde fuzz on her upper lip. This time when she caught me studying her I didn't look down. A little smile tickled her lips and eyes. "So tell me ... does 'Mack' stand for anything, or is it just a nick-name?"

"My father had a strange sense of humor; the Donald name goes back a long way, but there is also a branch of the family -- the McFarlands -- that he was close to some of the uncles and cousins. One uncle in particular -- Donald McFarland helped him get started in business, so he reversed the names. I met my namesake only a few times before he died and all I remember was a big man with red hair."

********

After lunch it was shoes and after that she parked me on a bench while she went into the lingerie shop. Probably for the best ... I'd never been in one before and I didn't see me starting now.

She had a big smile coming out; "Miss me? Let's go home, the adjuster called and she'll be there in an hour."

*****

The adjuster was a nice woman -probably in her late twenties or early thirties, professional in dress and manner. She introduced herself and got right down to business.

I sat back - hey, I was just a bystander. She had all the necessary information in her computer, and with a series of questions that didn't take fifteen minutes had everything lined up.

"First, Ms. Ward, I've arranged fencing for your property. We don't want anyone pawing through the rubble for a couple reasons; they may take something of yours, and ... we'll want to investigate the fire's origins."

"The origins?"

"Yes, if we can we'd like to determine how it started. Each fire has signatures, and if we can read it, maybe we'll learn how to prevent a similar one."

"Oh."

As they wrapped up the adjuster asked if Ashley had any questions. "My car. When will I be able to get it out of the garage?"

"Hmm, I did overlook that. Can you wait 'til we've finished our investigation? After that we'll have a crew coming in to clean up the site, maybe a week in all. We'll pay for a rental car in the meantime. By the way ... did you have to buy clothes today? Keep your receipts - that's a reimbursable expense. Oh, and an apartment while your house is rebuilt

That's when I finally piped up: "How long will you pay for an apartment? A year? What if it takes longer?"

"Actually, we normally anticipate a rebuild taking six to nine months, after that any expenses are Ms. Ward's."

*****

"Mack, I really appreciate your help, but I guess I should find some place to live."

"Humph! Look, why don't you set up in my spare bedroom for a few days? That'll give you a chance to check out rentals in the area without feeling rushed. Then when your car is available you can look around."

"Thanks, but I still have to get to work and I don't want to be a bother."

"No bother. It's been nice having you around today."

"Two compliments in one day? Are you sure I'd be safe here?"

I guess I kinda puffed up on that one; "Mrs. Ward. I can assure you; you will be perfectly safe here!

"Whoa, Mack. I was teasing. Thank you. I accept your generous offer, and I do feel safe with you."

*****

Now I gotta tell you a couple things. First my divorce; I didn't tell Ashley everything. My wife and I grew distant over the last ten years or so. If she wanted a class, I didn't care. It kept her out of my hair. We didn't argue or anything like that - we just didn't care about each other anymore. We were just roommates. When we split she went to San Francisco and I heard she got a job in a restaurant as some kind of cook or something, after that I don't know what happened and never really cared.

Second thing I gotta tell you; the first night Ashley stayed in my house I woke up with a hardon. First one I'd had in years. Damn near scared me. I thought the next thing I'd know I'd be jumpin' into bed with her, rapin' and shit like that.

Another thing I need to tell you; livin' alone you get kinda casual, if ya know what I mean. You know -- if that shirt wasn't too bad, hell, wear it tomorrow. I'd shave every few days, if had to. And ...aah ... the house wasn't the cleanest either. Like I said I got casual.

*****

Let's see ... the fire happened on Tuesday, and Ashley stayed home Wednesday while she got a rental car. Then she went shopping again - makeup and stuff. (It's a good thing I have two bathrooms in the house - I'd have never been able to use it if I only had one.) Thursday and Friday she went to work, so the mornings were kinda hectic while she readied herself for work, I'd spend the day cleaning house, visiting with friends, or working in the garage.

Evenings were a total change for me. She'd come in about six thirty or so, dead tired, and just collapse into a chair or on the sofa with her feet propped up. I couldn't help noticing the shape of her legs, and she couldn't help noticing me. Friday I sat on the couch and massaged her feet.

Something I hadn't done for a woman in almost twenty years.

"Mmm, if you keep that up two things will happen; I'll melt into the couch, and I'll never leave."

"Well, I don't want you melting so maybe I should stop."

"Don't you dare! That feels too good ... Mack, I haven't been treated this good in a long time. Please, just a little more. Please?"

How are you going to resist a beautiful woman that bats her eyes and says 'please'? Yeah, I massaged, she purred, and we quietly looked into each other's eyes.

When we finally had it, dinner was a subdued affair; I'd always thought of myself as a decent cook and having Ashley in the house gave me incentive to extend myself like I hadn't in years, so we had grilled salmon, rice pilaf and a salad, with a pinot noir. (Yeah I know what a pinot is - I may have lived alone, but I wasn't skimping.) She'd changed from a business suit to a short and swirly sundress and her hair had gone from up and tight to down and flowing. Oh, and she'd refreshed her makeup as well.

Now, I've been living alone a long time, and the first night she'd had dinner with me, I hadn't changed clothes, or shaved for that matter. But the next night, and every evening after that, I made sure to have clean clothes on and be freshly shaved. Hell, I even held her chair for her.

I asked how her day went, but she just dismissed it as; "You know, the same old same old. I'll tell you about it tomorrow if you want, but let's just enjoy tonight."

*****

After we'd cleared the table, I put on the TV and found an old John Wayne movie. The next thing I knew a soft voice was saying;"Come on Mack, time for bed."

*****

Saturday morning I woke to the smell of coffee, and soft music coming from the kitchen. She was standing at the stove, her back to me. Auburn hair shining in the sun and spilling to her shoulders. She wore a light colored t-shirt over shorts. Her legs looked a mile and a half long.

I must have made a noise (probably my heart thumping) because she turned and looked at me -- a smile from ear to ear. "Good morning. It's almost eight, coffee's been ready for an hour, and if you'll have a seat I'll make us some eggs and toast. How did you sleep? I heard you mumbling to yourself in the night."

"What was I saying?"

"Oh, I don't know, it wasn't real clear, and I didn't get up. After all what you dream is private, isn't it?"

I vaguely recalled the dream. I wasn't about to tell her she starred in it. "I must have been reliving that movie from last night ..."

She gave me the strangest look, and then just said; "Yes, that must have been it."

*****

That was the fastest weekend I've ever experienced. It seemed like one second it was Saturday morning and the next it was Sunday night. But in between, Ashley and I spent a lot of time together. She insisted on helping me in the yard; while I mowed, she weeded flower beds I'd been meaning to get to. And she wasn't some neat freak that was afraid of dirt -- within fifteen minutes her shirt was showing sweat marks and there were dirt streaks on her arms and legs. Then she wiped her face. Yep, more streaks.

I offered a damp towel to her, but she asked that I do it for her. It's really hard to get all the dirt off when all you're doing is looking into eyes. Her hand softly touched mine as I focused on cleaning her face, and I barely heard the whispered; "Thank you."

*****

The next few weeks slipped into a routine: she'd go to work and I stayed home. But I put a lot more time cleaning than I was used to. We spent evenings walking the neighborhood, gardening, sometimes just sitting back and watching programs or listening to music.

She picked up her routine of stopping at a gym after work several times a week and I suddenly felt the need to tighten up a loose belly. The next thing I know I've dug the bike out of the garage. After washing it off, lubing the chain, and airing up the tires I was off -- putting in just a mile at first, but soon I'd extended myself to five miles. THAT led me to the weight set and a thirty minute routine on the evenings Ashley was at the gym. On weekends Ashley would run through the neighborhood and it wasn't long before I offered to ride along. The view from behind could be mesmerizing, but I thought I was being sly, only dropping back occasionally, but she caught me staring a little too obviously one day: "Mack, I don't mind you looking -- it makes me feel good -- but please, keep one eye on the road, you almost hit that lady." I had to admit I didn't remember another woman.




Fire and Ash



At first we sat in separate chairs, but then one night we just seemed to mutually pick the couch, and soon we were side by side. Another night -- we were watching some forgettable show -- she sat up and turned to me. "Mack, I've been here three weeks now. Shouldn't I be looking for an apartment?"

"NO!" "I mean, no there's no rush. We get along well, you're comfortable here, I'm comfortable with you here, and I don't see a need to change anything."

"Well ... I'm comfortable being here, but I was just thinking that the neighbors ... I'm sure they must be talking, I don't want them thinking something bad about you. You've been a true friend, from the moment I stood on your lawn right up to this very minute, and I'd hate to have you the object of their gossip."

I pulled her down into my arms -- her hair had a fresh smell to it -- she cuddled in. "Ashley, I ... I've never paid any attention to the gossip. Most of the time it's wrong anyway. You can stay here just as long as you want."

"What if my house takes a year or more?"

"Then you're here for a year or more."

"What if it's never finished?"

There was something in her eyes when she asked that, and she seemed to be almost holding her breath. She must have heard my heart pounding -- it felt that loud. "I hadn't thought about that," I could hear a catch in her breathing, "but if that were the case, of course you would stay. I want you to stay, as long as you want. I didn't realize how dull my life had become."

A look of relief washed over her face, and her smile really was ear to ear. "Now that was the best possible answer." She leaned up and kissed me lightly, lip to lip, "Thank you. I was afraid you'd say my time was up, and I didn't want that."

She leaned up to kiss me again, but I wasn't having any light kisses. She'd opened a door I'd been holding shut with both hands for well over a week. I turned her so she was half over my lap and with one hand held her chin while I lowered to her. That first real kiss from me held everything; every feeling, every desire, and every need I had kept buried for years. It was only her pushing me back that finally stopped me. "Whoa ... where did that come from?"

I started to apologize, but her fingers on my lips stopped me. "I'm not complaining -- just a bit surprised. No one has kissed me like that since ... I don't know ... high school maybe. Do you always kiss like that?'

"Ahmm, I don't think I've ever done that before. I'm sorry if I hurt you, I won't again."

"Oh no. You didn't hurt me. Well, I may be a bit bruised, but that will be okay. We're just going have to practice a bit - you know, get in synch."

And we did, practice I mean. I found myself getting lost in her taste (a bit like sweet almonds) and the smell of her hair. Sure my hands wandered a bit but I was still trying to be a gentleman. Until she guided my right hand to her breast; "You can multi-task can't you?"

*******

About that time --Saturday morning I think -- Laurie Jenkins "casually" strolled by. Ashley was off running errands so her car was obviously missing from my driveway, and Laurie showing up was hardly a surprise. She lived down the block from me, and always seemed to know everything happening on the block. She was a nice enough looking woman; but she always had her nose poking into someone's business and then gossiping to anyone else that would listen. Now, I get along well with all my neighbors -- mostly I mind my business and they mind theirs, but not her. Normally I'd just acknowledge her, and then go back to work, but this time she asked if Ashley was around. Now, as far as I know those two hadn't exchanged two dozen words in the past year, so right away I knew she was here to snoop.

"No, she's off somewhere. I don't keep track of her."

"Oh," she said so sweetly; "I thought I'd see if she needed anything. It must be difficult, living with a bachelor and all. It must be hard for you too -- having a long term guest. You only have a couple bedrooms, right? It must feel crowded to you."

"Nah, I just put her in the garage. Gave her a cot and a camp stove. She seems to be happy. I don't know though, she seems to have a hard time keepin' clothes on out there, every time I go out there she's just in a pair of shorts. At the most. Oh well, she must be happy; she never complains."

That's when Ashley drove up. Wouldn't you know it; when she stepped out of her car she was wearing shorts and a light blouse. Legs a mile long and no bra under the top. Laurie just took a quick breath, mumbled "Excuse me." And headed down the street at a high lope.

"What was that all about?"

"Neighborhood gossip must be drying up, so Laurie dropped by for something fresh."

"And you told her what?"

"Uhmm ... that you were living in the garage."

"And?"

"Well ... um ... aa ... that you didn't wear any clothes out there?"

"What??"

"Well she needed something, and that was the first thing I thought of."

"The first thing you thought of was me naked?"

"Yes, I mean no ... damn, I think I'll just shut up now."

"It's a little late for that now."

It was only when she started laughing that I figured I wasn't in trouble.

"You told her I run around naked?"

"Well I did say you wore shorts."

"Like these?"

"Pretty much."

"And a blouse?"

"Um ... well ... actually no. I just said shorts."

She sighed, then looked me over. "Well ... not much I can do about it. She's probably been on her phone since she went around the corner. Naked huh? You like that thought don't you?"

"Whoops! Look at the time! I have to run."

"Not so fast! I have something for you."

"Me? Nah, you didn't have to bother."

"Ah, but I did. I was going by the animal shelter and on a whim I went in. It was almost like I was being called because I went past a whole bunch of kennels and when I stopped ... well there he was! So I got him for you."

She opened the back door and a big furry face with brown eyes and a big floppy tongue spilling out of a silly grin greeted me. The dog wasn't that big, but then he wasn't that old either. Paws of a medium size and a coat of greys and browns. Oh, and what looked like spectacles circling his eyes.

"The man at the kennel says he's a Keeshond mix, and was dropped off a week ago by a man that said he was moving and couldn't take him. He's about six months old and house trained."

"And you got a dog ... why?"

Why to keep you company during the day, silly. You know ... when I'm not here."

"I don't suppose he has a name?"

"Hoover."

"Wait, what?"

They said his name is Hoover. Look -- every time I say it he reacts. Hoover! Come here boy.

Hoover it was.

I found out that night why that name -- I put his bowl down in the kitchen and he just flopped onto his belly, circled the bowl with his paws, and just inhaled his dinner.

Yep, Hoover it was.

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It took two weeks to get a crew cleaning the burn site but less than four days to have everything gone. Then it just sat empty while Ashley negotiated with the insurance company over what would be built next. She was spending time with an architect -- trying to get the most new home for the insurance money.

Over the next six months we watched a new house rise from nothing, and while she was eagerly anticipating its completion -- I found I was dreading it; I knew once it was done she'd fade from my life, and I'd revert back to the grumpy, lazy, old man. What made the prospect even worse was that Ashley and I had developed an ability to discuss almost anything in a friendly, even caring, manner. She told me all about her life, work, previous marriage -- what had worked, what had failed. I found myself talking about parts of my life I'd never told anyone, not even my ex-wife. Ashley held me as I cried through my reliving Viet Nam and the loss of half my platoon, listened as I named off each of them, quieted me after.

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About seven months into the new construction, with the inside walls all painted, and appliances ordered but not delivered, I finally broached the subject I'd been dreading; "I suppose you're looking forward to moving back into your home ..."

Ashley looked at me for the longest time, and then she wrapped her arms around me. "So that's what's been bugging you - my moving. Mack ... we need to get something cleared up. Do you remember when I'd been here about three weeks, and you said if the house took a year I could stay, and if it never was finished I could still stay?"

I just nodded.

"Well, that meant a lot more to me than you must have realized. That isn't my home -- across the street -- this has become my home. Sure I'm excited to have it finished, but I'm not planning on moving, not if you still want me here. I thought you understood that." She stared into my eyes for several seconds (which seemed like forever/instantly and at the same time like she was reading my very soul) then she took my hand; "Right! Follow me. We're going to do something that should have been done months ago, but you are too much the gentleman."

She dragged me to my bedroom, and as I started a sputtering protest, dragged my shirt over my head. Before I could gather my thoughts she whipped her blouse off, then her bra. Beautiful brown capped breasts, nipples standing firm, were with inches of my chest. There was no doubt of the offer, and there was no doubt of my acceptance. I took her in my arms, bent to her upstretched lips and kissed her. My hands caressed the soft skin of her back, sliding down to the waistband of her shorts, then back up and across.

This was new territory for me, and I wanted to explore it, but Ashley had other plans. I felt her fumbling at my belt and then she dropped to her knees and tugged my pants down while pushing me back onto the bed. Wordlessly she stripped, shoes, pants and underwear off, and then softly kissed my penis.

I wanted to lay back and enjoy the sensations, but even more I wanted to watch this lovely woman take me. I propped on my elbows as she slowly inhaled my growing penis -- her lips sliding down the shaft as I felt her tongue swirl around it. In only minutes I was as hard as I'd been in years and she stood, quickly dropped her remaining clothes to the floor, and sat on my lap.

With my very firm cock trapped between her legs she very seriously looked down at me; "If I take you in, that's a commitment. Do you understand? You and me?"

All I could say was yes, but my hands lifted her hips, even as hers guide me to her wet entrance. That was a sensation I had almost forgotten -- a tight, wet pussy sliding down over my cock -- and her smile as she pressed against my groin told me she too was enjoying us.

Her hands on my chest, she bent to kiss me even as her hips rose and fell. After only a few minutes she began quivering and, staring into my eyes and closing fists into my chest, she came. I felt the clasping and shivering of her pussy muscles, and I came with her -- a hard quick coming, my hands forcing her firmly against me as I arched up into her.

We held like that forever. Well it seemed like forever, but when we did come down she collapsed onto my chest -- my arms around her. "Now, Mr. Donald, is there going to be any more talk of me moving?"

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